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

The three truck engines of the "Actual" roared deafeningly, billowing black smoke, and the ship trembled violently under the wild power.

The boat, seemingly on the verge of falling apart, glides forward through the murky river.

Wang Dachui gripped a steel bar welded to the ship's hull tightly, shouting at the top of his lungs amidst the deafening roar, "Sir! The torque from three diesel engines in parallel is incredible! The thrust-to-weight ratio is practically like a water tractor!"

Dr. Chen was holding onto a makeshift steering wheel welded from steel pipes and iron plates. Hearing this, he glanced at him, said nothing, and simply moved his buttocks a little further away from this brainless fan.

Su Ming stood at the bow of the boat, observing the water behind him with a broken telescope.

Inside the lens, three black dots are rapidly magnifying.

The ship has a streamlined hull, white waves, and the outline of a heavy machine gun that can be vaguely seen on it.

Speedboat.

Each ship carried four fully armed mercenaries, exuding a murderous aura.

It was the "Vulture" pursuit team.

The squad leader, codenamed "Wild Dog," raised his binoculars, and when he saw the target clearly, he was completely stunned.

The camera captured a huge, floating, black-smoking...garbage mountain.

The stray dog ​​was stunned. It put down the binoculars, rubbed its eyes, and then raised them again.

Yes, it was a monstrosity consisting of a pile of rusty sheet metal, half a truck bed, and even security windows welded together.

"Captain, what's that thing?" a teammate's puzzled voice came through the comms. "Has the floating slum in Tanzania come to life?"

Wild Dog frowned: "That's the target! The intelligence said they built a ship, but I didn't expect... it's so abstract."

"This thing would fall apart after just one rocket launch, wouldn't it?"

"Don't waste rockets, bullets are enough." Wild Dog sneered. "Get close and capture him alive, that old man is worth a lot of money."

With a wave of his hand, the wild dog sent three speedboats accelerating in a triangular formation, their engines roaring and tearing through the air.

The distance was reduced to 800 meters.

"Da da da da da!"

The heavy machine gun at the front of the speedboat spewed fire.

A hail of bullets rained down on the "True".

"Jingle bells!"

Bullets struck the monstrous, stitched-together hull, sending sparks flying. Most were deflected by the thick steel plates, but a few penetrated the weak points, leaving holes in the cabin.

The engineers on board gasped in alarm and scrambled to find cover.

Guide Sam had already shoved his head into an empty oil drum, his body still trembling like a leaf outside, muttering, "God of Lighters, your follower is about to be beaten into cheese..."

Dr. Chen, clutching the steel pipe used as a rudder, his veins bulging on the back of his hand, exclaimed, "Comrade Su! They have heavy machine guns! Can our sheet metal hold them off?"

"It can't stop armor-piercing rounds, but it'll be fine against regular bullets." Su Ming put down his binoculars. "Besides, they don't dare use rocket launchers."

"Why?" Wang Dachui asked, hiding behind a metal plate.

"Because you are Dr. Chen." Su Ming pointed at the old man: "You are more valuable than everyone on this ship. If we blow you up, they won't get a single penny of commission."

After hearing this, Dr. Chen didn't know whether to feel honored or saddened.

As the speedboat drew closer, the mocking expressions on the mercenaries' faces became clearer.

"See those?" Su Ming pointed to the mountain of iron ore powder bags at the stern of the ship: "Wang Dachui, take a few men and climb over there to untie the bags."

"Untie it?" Wang Dachui was taken aback. "What are you going to do? Blindfold them with dust? Commander, isn't this tactic a bit too...outdated?"

While adjusting the direction, Su Ming glanced at the pressure gauge on the dashboard, which was about to exceed its limit, and said without turning his head, "Just do it when I tell you to. Why all the nonsense? Are you going to save it for later? Just listen to my command. I'll tell you what to do, and you dump it into the river."

Although Wang Dachui was full of doubts, he still shouted "I guarantee to complete the mission!" and led several young and strong engineers, braving stray bullets, to crawl towards the stern of the ship on all fours.

Dr. Chen crouched behind a steel plate, adjusted his glasses, and immediately began to analyze: "Iron ore powder? Are you trying to increase the density of the water? Or are you trying to use turbidity to obstruct vision? But this won't work well in flowing river water!"

"Professor Chen, sometimes you have to be a little flexible when it comes to science."

Su Ming glanced at the battery pack next to him, which was crackling and sparking, and gave a "nuclear-kind" smile.

"Let the bullets fly a little longer."

He watched the three speedboats getting closer and closer behind him, his eyes calm.

"Wait until they get close enough to smell our exhaust fumes, then we'll teach them a lesson."