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

The "Pravda" now has more than a dozen bullet holes in its hull.

A young engineer clutched his backside and screamed, "It's leaking! It's leaking on the port side! Engineer Wang, who welded my washbasin there? It can't stop bullets at all!"

Wang Dachui, hiding behind a thick steel plate, roared without turning his head: "Pull your head back in. Your hairline was already in danger, don't blame the bullets."

Su Ming remained standing at the bow of the ship, seemingly oblivious to the bullets that whizzed past him.

He looked at the speedboat that had closed to within 300 meters behind him, and said in a low but clear voice, "Send it."

This was the order that Wang Dachui was waiting for.

He kicked open a sack, and with all his might, together with two other engineers, lifted the sack and tilted it.

slam-la-

Large bags of reddish-brown iron ore powder were poured into the turbid Mara River, where they were swirled up by the waves at the stern of the boat, leaving a long, dark red trail.

In the "Vulture" squad's communications channel, a mercenary was excitedly shouting, "Two hundred meters away! Their ship's hull is as flimsy as paper! Another volley of bullets and they'll be crocodile feed!"

The wild dog licked its chapped lips and was about to give the order when the observation post suddenly cried out in alarm.

"Boss! They're scattering something! It's red!"

The stray dog ​​squinted.

Red smoke? Poison gas? All sorts of strange things can be found on this land of Africa.

"Slow down! Create distance!" Wilddog instinctively issued the command, simultaneously removing the gas mask from his tactical vest. "Everyone, Level 1 biohazard preparedness!"

The three speedboats immediately slowed down and increased the distance between them. The twelve mercenaries swiftly put on their gas masks. They gripped their weapons tightly, vigilantly observing the reddened water and air, awaiting the anticipated poison gas or biological attack.

However, a minute passed.

Apart from the smell of diesel fuel and the fishy odor of the river, there was nothing unusual in the air. The birds on the riverbank continued to circle, and not a single one fell.

No one was poisoned, and no one felt unwell.

One of the mercenaries couldn't help but remove his mask, take a deep breath, and report to his superior: "Boss, the air is safe; no toxic substances have been detected!"

The wild dog ripped off its mask, reached down, grabbed a handful of river water mixed with red powder, and brought it to its nose to sniff.

A strong smell of rust.

He shook the muddy water off his hands, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"It's dirt," the wild dog's voice seemed to be squeezed out between clenched teeth. "It's fucking iron ore dust! They're clearing the ship's load to speed things up!"

A few seconds later, the embarrassment turned into overwhelming anger.

What a shame!

Their elite mercenary squad, which had dominated Africa, was actually outmaneuvered by a ship full of bookish researchers who used a pile of dirt!

"FUCK!" Wild Dog slammed his expensive gas mask onto the deck, drew his large-caliber pistol from his waist, and roared at the sky, "Charge! Twist that bastard's head off! Full speed ahead!"

The engines of the three speedboats roared, and they accelerated again, lunging towards the "Truth".

On the boat, Wang Dachui and the others had already dumped all the iron ore powder into the river. He climbed back, panting, and said, "Commander! We've dumped it all, but they're catching up again!"

Dr. Chen looked back with concern: "Comrade Su, the distance is too close, less than a hundred meters! At this distance, their rifles could penetrate our 'armor'!"

Su Ming didn't say anything.

He walked to the middle of the boat, where the batteries of the three truck engines were connected in series to form a huge temporary power source. Two thick steel cables were connected to the positive and negative terminals of the power source, respectively.

He picked up two steel cables and walked towards the ship's side.

Dr. Chen's eyes narrowed as he watched this scene.

Iron ore powder... a huge temporary power source... steel cables...

He subconsciously pushed up his glasses, and several words flashed through his mind: ferromagnetic particles... high voltage... electromagnetic field... magnetohydrodynamics! A bizarre yet apt physical model flashed through his mind in an instant.

He suddenly understood.

Holy crap!

He pointed at Su Ming with trembling hands, his voice trembling.

"You...you want to turn the river into a swamp?!"

Su Ming glanced at the speedboat getting closer and closer behind him, and could almost see the sinister smiles on the faces of the mercenaries on board. He grinned.

"No."

"It turns river water into glue."