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

"two!"

The shadow's roar exploded through the electric microphone.

He pressed down with his thumb.

Only one second remains before detonation.

Su Ming made a move.

There was no running start, and no exaggerated arm swings.

He braced himself on his left foot and slammed the outside of his right foot against the bottom right side of the deflated Spalding basketball.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Because of insufficient air pressure, the ball deformed severely when it came into contact with Su Ming's foot, almost sticking to his shoe, before being flung away by the enormous kinetic energy.

The ball flew into the air.

It did not fly towards the shadow.

It flew toward an abandoned lamppost on the left side of the stands, missing its target by at least five meters.

The chat in the live stream paused for a moment.

[That kicking technique is forbidden next time!]

[Sound! Everyone stand, music!]

[This is definitely Chinese national football team footwork!]

Inside the command vehicle, the walkie-talkie in Li Changfeng's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Li Changfeng closed his eyes in despair and muttered, "I misjudged this kid... He's good at physics, but his PE was probably taught by a PE teacher, right?"

Shadow stared at the absurd trajectory of the ball, his nerves suddenly relaxed, and he burst into mocking laughter: "This is...?"

The laughter hadn't even faded before it got stuck in his throat.

The deflated ball, which was spinning rapidly in the air, suddenly seemed to be pushed hard by something.

The surface of this deflated sphere is uneven and the air pressure is low. When it rotates at high speed, the airflow difference produces an amazing Magnus effect.

As the ball flew over the hostage's head, it drew a strange "S"-shaped arc in the air.

The ball, which was originally flying to the left, suddenly made a sharp turn to the right.

The shadow's eyes widened.

He saw that dark thing instantly fill his field of vision.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The soccer ball struck precisely on the right wrist of the shadow holding the detonator.

The immense force and rotational power instantly bent his wrist at an unnatural angle.

"what!"

The shadow screamed.

The detonator flew out of his hand, arced through the air, and landed in the deep pit and grass below.

"Right now!"

Inside the command vehicle, Jiangnan Yan roared.

She doesn't need to give the order.

Almost at the same second the detonator was released.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two gunshots rang out simultaneously.

Sniper No. 1 and Sniper No. 2 pulled the trigger at the same time.

A cloud of blood mist burst from Shadow's left shoulder, and the force of the bullet sent him flying backward, crashing heavily into a concrete pillar before he slid helplessly to the ground.

But he hadn't fainted yet.

He struggled to crawl toward the detonator.

A dark shadow blocked the light.

Su Ming stood in front of him, looking down at him.

The deflated soccer ball rolled back to Su Ming's feet.

Su Ming used his toes to lift the ball up, caught it, and patted off the dust.

Su Ming said calmly, "See, I told you that showing your wrist has a 98% success rate."

The shadow lay sprawled on the ground, blood and foam bubbling from its mouth, its eyes unfocused as it stared at the ball: "What...what kind of sorcery is this?!"

Su Ming turned around and threw the ball to the SWAT officers who rushed up after him.

"Fluid mechanics, Bernoulli's principle, plus a bit of the Magnus effect."

He paused, then added, "Also, the air pressure on this ball isn't high enough, resulting in a larger contact area, a higher coefficient of friction, and sharper turns. If you don't understand this, how can you expect to destroy the world?"

Li Changfeng led a group of men up to the stands and happened to hear this.

He looked at the mess on the ground, and then at Su Ming's sneakers, which were completely undamaged except for a few bits of grass stuck to them.

Li Changfeng swallowed hard: "Brother... with your footwork, why aren't you playing in the World Cup to promote our country's prestige? What are you doing here catching wanted criminals?"

Su Ming glanced at him: "Does playing football get you a government job? Do they pay for your social insurance and housing fund?"

Li Changfeng muttered, "You're here again, kid..."

The stadium gates were violently forced open.

Countless police lights flashed as special police swarmed in.

Su Ming took out his phone and glanced at the time.

"Thank goodness, there are still thirty seconds left."

He opened the vocabulary learning app and quickly tapped "Check-in".

A line of green text popped up on the screen: [Successfully checked in today, marking 35 consecutive days of attendance.]

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief, put his phone back in his pocket, and only then did he have time to look at the shadow that had been pinned to the ground by the SWAT team.

The shadow, pressed against the concrete, still held the madness in its eyes, but now showed a hint of confusion.

He lost.

They lost to a college student who kicked a banana kick with a deflated ball.

What devastated him even more was that his "arch-enemy," who had defeated him, looked completely relaxed, simply because he had successfully checked in using a vocabulary learning app.