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

Om-!

The engines of the armed hovercraft roared, like steel behemoths, blocking the river outlet and cutting off all escape routes.

At the bow of the boat, the dark muzzle of the M2 heavy machine gun, like the entrance to hell, had precisely locked onto their "rotten leaves" swaying in the flood.

Venom stood at the bow of the boat, letting the cold rain wash over his fleshy face. He licked his chapped lips, savoring the prey's final despair, and slowly placed his finger on the trigger.

"It's over, I'm really going to see Grandma this time..." Jerry stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, his whole body slumped on the bamboo raft, his fat face trembling in despair.

Ling Qiao's face was pale, and her pistol had already gone empty. She instinctively wanted to shield the drug-wielding woman with her body, even though she knew that against a 12.7mm bullet, flesh and blood were as thin as paper.

At this critical moment of life and death.

"Wait a moment!!"

A piercing scream tore through the sky, its pitch so high that it briefly drowned out the thunder.

Suddenly, Jerry, a large, white, fleshy ball, raised his hands and shakily propped himself up halfway off the bamboo raft.

Fang paused for a moment, then instinctively raised his hand to signal the machine gunner to stop. He had killed many people, seen begging for mercy, cursing, and crying out, but this was the first time someone had called for a halt at this critical moment.

"Do you have any last words?" Venomous Fang sneered.

Jerry burst into tears, his face a mixture of rain and snot: "Big brother! You can kill me, but can I call home first? I have something very important to do!"

"Just one minute! I just want my cousin back in China to delete my computer's browser history! Format the hard drive! Delete everything! Please! I want to leave a clean record!"

Venomous Fang: "..."

Machine gunner: "..."

Even Ling Qiao, who was lying on the bamboo raft ready to block bullets at any moment, couldn't help but twitch her lips. What the hell is going on? You're still thinking about your shady browsing history?

"Fuck, you're insane." Venomous Fang's face darkened, his patience completely gone. "Send these idiots on their way."

"Wait a moment."

Another voice rang out.

Compared to Jerry's hysteria, this voice was very calm.

Su Ming stood at the very front of the bamboo raft, the bamboo beneath his feet groaning wildly on the verge of disintegration. He gripped a broken bamboo pole in his hand, his eyes not on Venomous Fang, but fixed on a cliff shadow above the hovercraft.

"I also have something to say."

Su Ming raised his head, and his eyes shone with a captivating light in the dim rain.

Venomous Fang was truly enraged, roaring, "You're going to delete the records too?!"

"No." Su Ming shook his head, raindrops sliding down his delicate cheeks. He looked at Poison Fang earnestly: "I just want to discuss physics with you."

"What?" Venomous Fang wondered if he had misheard.

"Archimedes said, 'Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world.'" Su Ming pointed to the log under his feet. One end of the log was deeply embedded in a crevice in the rock as a fulcrum, while the other end was raised high. And right on that raised end, there was a piece of granite, about the size of a millstone, that had been washed down by a flood.

A natural, ready-to-launch catapult.

"Unfortunately, I can't lift the Earth." Su Ming looked at Poison Fang and gave a kind smile.

"But I can send you a stone to heaven."

Before he could finish speaking...

Su Ming leaped high into the air and stomped hard on the end of the log that was hanging in the air with all his might!

"Heavyweight! Here you go!"

Creak—Bang!

The taut, thick log, propelled by the explosive force of Su Ming's kick, instantly transformed into the lever arm of a catapult. The immense elasticity released sent the hundreds-of-pounds granite boulder soaring into the air with a teeth-grinding whistle, thanks to the lever principle!

It's not a cannonball, but at this moment, it's more unreasonable than a cannonball.

"Holy crap?"

The mockery in Venom's eyes instantly turned into terror; he only had time to utter those two words.

A huge black shadow swept in and instantly covered the sky.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way quickly!!" Venomous Fang roared and lunged to the side.

But the distance is too close.

Fifty meters. For a boulder violently propelled, that's just a fleeting moment.

"boom!!"

The boulder missed the person, but it struck precisely the massive propulsion fan at the stern of the hovercraft.

That's a high-speed rotating industrial fan!

This is like throwing a brick into a high-speed meat grinder.

A piercing metallic tearing sound erupted, the fan blades shattered, and countless sharp metal fragments scattered like shrapnel.

"ah!!"

The machine gunner, who was about to pull the trigger, let out a scream as several pieces of shrapnel ripped off his goggles, and blood spurted out.

The hovercraft lost its propulsion and instantly became like a dead pig with its spine broken, spinning uncontrollably in the raging floodwaters.

Ling Qiao stared in disbelief at the scene, then turned to Su Ming, her voice trembling slightly: "Your grandfather... taught you this? Besides being a carpenter and cook, he also did siege warfare?"

Su Ming clapped the sawdust off his hands, looking completely matter-of-fact: "Part-time, it's all part-time."

Ling Qiao was utterly speechless. She had undergone the most rigorous special agent training, learning how to defuse bombs, how to fight, and how to snipe targets from a kilometer away.

But her instructors never taught her how to destroy an armed hovercraft worth millions of dollars using a rotten piece of wood and a broken stone.

"This is not scientific..." Jerry muttered to himself, slumped on the raft.

Su Ming jumped back onto the bamboo raft from the rock, patting the mud off his hands: "This is very scientific. As long as the angle is calculated correctly, this thing is much more environmentally friendly than a rocket launcher."

"Stop talking nonsense." Su Ming grabbed a bamboo pole, his eyes chillingly calm as he stared at the hovercraft spinning wildly in the water. "Even a centipede, though dead, doesn't fall down easily. Its fangs won't be so easily destroyed. Let's move! This is our best chance to create some distance!"