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

Jiangnan University, an educational supermarket.

Su Ming pushed the shopping cart, his eyes focused.

Li Changfeng followed behind him, unconsciously gripping the rubber baton tightly, his gaze fixed on Su Ming, analyzing his every move.

"I'll take five bundles of this." Su Ming picked up several rolls of extra-thick fishing line and threw them into the car.

Li Changfeng frowned: "You want to go fishing? The rivers in Tanzania are full of crocodiles."

"Tripwires, or make a simple warning device." Without turning his head, Su Ming walked towards the condiment area. "Ten packets of white sugar and five packets of salt."

"To replenish energy?"

"Sugar can be heated to make smoke bombs, and with the addition of an oxidizer, it becomes simple fuel. Salt can be used for disinfection, or sprinkled on wounds to refresh the mind."

Li Changfeng's lips twitched. A pick-me-up? That'd be excruciating!

Su Ming continued his shopping spree.

Super glue, plastic wrap, sanitary napkins.

Then he walked to the shelf next to the checkout counter, stopped, and reached out to take ten boxes of large-sized ultra-thin Durex condoms.

Li Changfeng's face flushed bright red.

He subconsciously took half a step back, trying to distance himself from Su Ming.

"This..." Li Changfeng lowered his voice, his tone somewhat broken, "Su Ming, be mindful of the impact. We're going to evacuate our citizens, not to... you know. If this gets out, it will damage the nation's image."

"Moisture-proof and waterproof." Su Ming tossed the box into the shopping cart expressionlessly. "Put electronic devices, matches, and medicine in this and tie a tight knot. They won't get wet even after soaking in water for three days. It's very elastic and can hold several liters of water if you need it urgently."

Su Ming piled everything onto the cashier counter.

The owner, a middle-aged man in his fifties with a receding hairline, was eating sunflower seeds. He glanced at the pile of things: sugar, fishing line, sanitary napkins, and condoms.

Then the middle-aged man looked up, his eyes scanning back and forth between the young and handsome Su Ming and the flushed-faced Li Changfeng, who was wearing a security guard uniform.

The uncle chuckled and winked at Li Changfeng.

"Dude, you're really showing off your skills."

Li Changfeng's cheek twitched; he felt that in his more than twenty years of military service, nothing had ever been as absurd as this moment. He expressionlessly shifted his gaze, silently retreating to the supermarket entrance, his ramrod-straight back a silent protest. He had never flinched in the face of gunfire, but today he was utterly defeated by the gaze of a supermarket owner.

……

Xishan Command Center, Intelligence Analysis Room.

A scanned copy of a supermarket receipt was displayed on the large screen.

More than a dozen of the country's top tactical, chemical, and psychological experts sat around the conference table, their expressions serious.

"White sugar can be used to make simple rocket fuel or combustion aids. Although crude, it is feasible under certain conditions," a chemistry expert added.

"A condom... to protect the gun barrel? To store water? A makeshift tourniquet? Although the use is unconventional, there are precedents for it in special forces." The tactical expert nodded.

"Using sanitary napkins as insoles is standard practice," the tactical expert nodded. "But what's with these dozens of packets of spicy strips? 'Weilong' brand large gluten noodles? Or are they extra spicy?"

"Perhaps..." a psychology expert speculated, "this is some kind of psychological compensation mechanism. Under extremely high pressure, people relieve anxiety and stay alert by consuming highly stimulating foods."

That makes sense.

"Every choice this person makes must be analyzed from a tactical perspective at a level of ten. Pass the word down: spicy strips should also be included as a key target for analysis!"

……

Jiangnan City Military Airport.

An unmarked Gulfstream G650 sits quietly on the runway.

Su Ming stood in front of the gangway, carrying a bulging canvas bag filled with the "strategic materials" he had just purchased.

Li Changfeng stood at the front of the crowd seeing them off. He wasn't wearing his security guard uniform; he had changed back into his regular clothes, which made him look exceptionally energetic, though he had dark circles under his eyes.

"Once we get there, maintain communication," Li Changfeng said in a deep voice. "The satellite phone is in the bag; the channel is encrypted."

Su Ming nodded: "Don't worry, as long as Boss Gu pays the final payment quickly, I guarantee Dr. Chen won't lose a single hair."

Li Changfeng sighed, took out a small object wrapped in red cloth from his pocket, and stuffed it into Su Ming's hand.

Li Changfeng shoved the item into Su Ming's hand, glancing away from the scene: "This is something my mother prayed for at the temple during my first year in the army. I've worn it for twenty years, and it's stopped two shrapnel bullets. This mission is special, so I can't go with you. You... take it with you."

Su Ming squeezed the amulet; inside was a hard metal piece.

Su Ming weighed the Ping An Fu in his hand and asked, "It blocked shrapnel? Doesn't that mean you were shot? This thing doesn't work."

Li Changfeng nearly choked on his words, his face flushed red, and he roared back, "Nonsense! It's a miracle it wasn't killed! What do you know, kid!"

Su Ming chuckled and put the amulet in his pocket: "Just kidding, hehe, but your luck in stopping a bullet is pretty good. I'll borrow it for a bit."

Li Changfeng watched Su Ming's retreating figure as he boarded the plane and cursed, "You little brat."

He gave a standard military salute to the departing plane, and only lowered his arm after the plane disappeared into the horizon.