Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

"Got it!"

With Su Ming's shout, the cast iron meat hammer, covered in flour, chili powder, and unknown bits of flesh and blood, traced an arc in the air.

The force of gravity, combined with the wrist strength Su Ming had developed from years of carpentry work, caused the object to whistle through the air as it precisely struck the mercenary who had just landed.

The advance team member was also well-trained and instinctively reached out to grab it.

"Smack."

It caught.

Before he could think further, a strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted his senses. The smell, a mixture of the sweetness of raw meat and a strange spice, was as potent as pouring a bucket of blood into a shark tank in the quiet jungle.

"roar--!"

A foul gust of wind swept over us!

The Bengal tiger, nearly three meters long, had its hind leg muscles taut, like a fully drawn bow, ready to spring out.

It ignored Su Ming and the others standing nearby, and even the fat Jerry who looked even fleshier. In its perception, the guy holding the "delicious lollipop" was the top target for the night.

"Fire! Fire!"

The mercenary flung the meat hammer in his hand away in terror and raised his submachine gun to fire wildly.

"Da da da—"

Flames spewed, and bullets exploded into bursts of blood on the tiger's tough fur.

But the king of the jungle has terrifying explosive power! It withstood the bullets, its huge body like an out-of-control tank, and crashed into the crowd.

A claw was swung out.

The unfortunate mercenary didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying. His tactical vest shattered, his chest caved in, and he hung on a tree trunk in the distance like a rag doll.

The situation immediately spiraled out of control.

The tiger, writhing in pain, turned mad. The remaining advance team members, unable to pursue Su Ming, could only focus their fire on the tiger.

"roar--!"

A tiger roared in the mountains, and a bloody wind rose everywhere.

"It...it's catching up!" Jerry let out a pig-like scream, unleashing a potential that even Su Ming couldn't help but notice, and instantly rushed to the front of the group.

"Hurry up and go."

Su Ming didn't look back. He quickly adjusted his breathing as he ran and swiftly disappeared into the dense forest.

"That's a tiger! That's a real tiger!" Jerry ran while looking back, his chubby face filled with terror, as if his worldview had collapsed. His English slurred into a dolphin-like high-pitched voice, "I've only ever seen them sleeping at the zoo! Why does it listen to you? Are you an animal trainer from the East?"

"I know a little bit about cooking techniques."

Without stopping, Su Ming grabbed a thorny vine and used it to shield Ling Qiao from a venomous snake that had quietly poked its head out from behind.

Ling Qiao carried the thin, bony medicine girl on her back, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

The woman was too light, as light as an empty shell.

With each bumpy run, the girl's thin neck swayed weakly, and her dry, long hair fell over Ling Qiao's shoulders, emitting a musty smell and a medicinal odor from years of being deprived of sunlight.

"Water..." the girl murmured almost inaudibly.

Su Ming suddenly stopped in his tracks and quickly pulled a mineral water bottle from his waist bag. Inside was a glucose saline solution he had prepared before entering the forest.

He dipped his finger in the mixture and applied it to the girl's dry, chapped lips.

Like a fish out of water suddenly receiving a refreshing rain, the girl instinctively sucked on Su Ming's finger, which felt cold and rough.

Su Ming's heart sank slightly as he realized that the sins committed by the S.H.I.E.L.D. creatures were far more serious than he had imagined.

"Mom..." the girl murmured in her nightmare, a single, cloudy tear welling in her eye. Her body was curled up in a ball, a posture of extreme unease. "It hurts... Don't give me the needle anymore... Ahua is in pain..."

Ling Qiao was a tough special agent who had seen many dead people, but her eyes reddened at this moment.

"These beasts." Ling Qiao gritted her teeth, wishing she could turn around and fight Poison Fang to the death.

"Save your energy for cursing," Su Ming said coldly, kicking away a branch hanging from Jerry's butt. "That fanged creature is no ordinary one. The tiger won't last long."

"Even a tiger can't beat him?" Jerry's eyes widened, then he slipped on the wet moss and fell flat on his face. "That's the king of the jungle!"

"Those are heavy machine guns and grenades," Su Ming pointed behind him.

A huge explosion came from behind, followed by the mournful cry of a tiger, and then the gunfire stopped abruptly.

The jungle returned to its deathly stillness.

Su Ming's eyes turned cold.

It was resolved so quickly?

It seems that this opponent has truly gone mad, and is quite powerfully mad at that.

"Run!" Su Ming yanked Jerry out of the mud puddle. "If you want to live, don't stop, or you'll be the next one hanging on the wall."

"My shoes! My limited edition Air Jordans!" Jerry cried, one foot bare, standing in the mud.

"If you outrun the venomous fangs, I'll give you a pair of 82 Liberation shoes."

After Su Ming finished speaking, he lowered his body like a nimble raccoon, and disappeared into the vast night with the three of them.

And 500 meters behind them.

Venom stood beside the tiger's carcass lying in a pool of blood. Half of the tiger's head had been shattered by a large-caliber bullet, and a tactical dagger was still embedded in its body.

There was only a bloody scratch on his face from a branch. He expressionlessly pulled out his dagger and wiped the blood off the tiger's fur.

"very good……"

He stared at the footprints on the ground, his eyes as sinister as a snake.

"Chase after them."