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

The black smoke from the "Apramania" was gradually fading.

The three engines had been running under overload for far too long, and one of them began to emit an ominous coughing sound, like a dying old man.

The river gradually widened, the current slowed, and a salty sea breeze swept over us, bringing a long-lost sense of freedom.

The estuary is right in front of us.

The engineers on board erupted in cheers of relief.

Guide Sam even excitedly took off his shoes, scooped up a ladle of river water, and began washing his hair, muttering, "Thank you, God of Lighters, your follower has finally smelled the fragrance of the sea..."

Su Ming stood at the bow of the boat without saying a word.

He put down his binoculars, his brow furrowed slightly.

It's too quiet.

At the river mouth, several Tanzanian government army patrol gunboats were spread out in a fan shape, their dark gun barrels pointed at the center of the river, completely blocking the exit.

On the lead gunboat, a black captain named Kanter was observing the river with an old German-made telescope.

"Sir, a ship is approaching," a soldier reported.

"Are they those damn mercenaries? Or a rebel smuggling ship?" Kant yawned and asked lazily. He had lost half a month's wages gambling last night and was in a bad mood.

"No, sir..." the soldier's voice sounded confused. "You...you should see for yourself."

Kant impatiently snatched the binoculars.

The next second, his hand trembled, and the binoculars almost fell into the river.

In the footage, a massive floating fortress, spewing out its last wisps of black smoke and pieced together from various scrap metal and garbage, is stubbornly and slowly drifting toward them.

That thing... it seems to have half a truck cab welded on, a rusty security window, and even a toilet.

"What's that?" Kant rubbed his eyes, thinking he was still half asleep.

"Sir, that thing... looks like a mobile garbage dump."

"Bullshit!" Kant roared. "Do you think the garbage dump will start by itself? Quick! Sound the alarm!"

The piercing alarm sounded throughout the river mouth.

All the soldiers on the gunboats stared nervously at the approaching "unidentified floating object."

Onboard the "Truth," Dr. Chen's face turned pale: "Comrade Xiao Su, it's the government forces! They've laid mines! Look at those buoys on the surface!"

Su Ming nodded; he had already seen it.

In the middle of the river, dozens of inconspicuous buoys lie beneath deadly mines.

The "Pravda" came to a stop, its engines shut down, and it drifted helplessly on the water.

"It's over, it's over..." Wang Dachui said in despair, "We're sandwiched between mines in front and pursuers behind. We're like a sandwich."

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of arrhythmic shouts came from behind, mixed with heavy breathing and the ear-piercing noise of metal scraping against the hull.

Everyone turned around and looked.

In the distance, on three stalled speedboats, twelve "Vulture" mercenaries, shirtless and using their rifle butts as oars, were struggling to catch up.

The lead stray dog, with two wads of cotton stuffed in his nose, stood at the bow of the boat, roaring in a hoarse voice, "Row faster! Don't let them get away! I want to shove that Asian man's head into the engine myself!"

One of the henchmen replied weakly, "Boss, we've been cutting for ages... our hands are about to break. How about... we take a break?"

"Screw you!" The wild dog was so angry that it kicked him into the river.

Captain Kant, his eyes nearly popping out of his head from behind his binoculars. What did he see? A group of well-equipped white mercenaries were paddling furiously with their rifle butts as oars. And in front of them, a boat cobbled together from rubble drifted quietly in front of a minefield.

Kant put down his binoculars, rubbed his temples, and felt that the half-month's salary he had lost last night didn't seem so important anymore. Today's job was practically a gift from God.

He picked up the megaphone, cleared his throat, and shouted in what he considered his most authoritative voice, "You...hey you up there! This is a Tanzanian government army patrol! You've entered a military control zone. Shut down your engines immediately! Submit for inspection! Repeat, shut down your engines immediately!" After repeating the standard procedure, Kant realized that the thing wasn't even smoking. He paused, then added impatiently, "Fine, you can't move anyway. Stay where you are. Anyone who dares to move, I'll send you and your boat to meet the river god!"

On the ship, Wang Dachui frantically pulled at his already thinning hair: "Special Envoy! What do we do? The angle of their cannons... I calculated it, we're completely within their firing range! Unless we can equip this ship with wings, we're doomed!"

Su Ming ignored him, turned to the group of engineers, and asked, "Whose bed sheet is white?"