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

Several engineers removed the white sheets from the berths and quickly hung them all over the gunwales of the "Truth".

From a distance, the dilapidated barge looked like a makeshift funeral, with eerie white banners fluttering in the sea breeze.

On the government gunboat, Captain Kant lowered his binoculars and rubbed his stinging eyes.

"What are they up to?"

The soldier next to him peered over for a long time, but couldn't figure it out: "Sir, it looks like a surrender... but who surrenders like this?"

Kant shoved the binoculars back into the soldier's arms, spitting impatiently, "Did your brain get blown up by a shell? Hanging a white sheet in a minefield, that's not the way to get yourself killed!"

Behind them, the "Vulture" squad, who were paddling with their rifle butts, also saw this scene.

Wild Dog trembled with rage, his grip on the rifle butt tightening until his knuckles cracked. Surrender? He'd rather watch these bookworms be blown to bits than let someone else snatch his prey!

His deputy, panting heavily, said, "Boss, it seems they're heading for the government troops, not us..."

"That won't do either!"

Wild Dog grabbed a dripping megaphone and yelled at the government troops until his voice cracked: "Listen up, government troops! The people on the ship are wanted criminals! Clear the way, and you'll get half the bounty!"

Captain Kant heard the announcement over the loudspeaker and a hint of disdain appeared on his lips.

"A bunch of useless trash who can't even start their boat, dare to talk about bounties?" He ordered his men, "Warn those slackers, if they come any closer, open fire! They and that garbage ship, I'll take them all today!"

On the "Truth", all the crew members turned their attention to Su Ming.

"Are there any fertilizers or similar chemicals among the things brought out of the mine warehouse?" Su Ming asked, squatting in front of an iron barrel.

"Special envoy, the situation was urgent at the time, and we just grabbed a few bags. It seemed to be for fertilizing the vegetable garden in the mining area. Does anyone know what it is..." Wang Dachui hurriedly dragged a torn fertilizer bag out from the corner.

Su Ming grabbed a handful of the solidified white crystals, rubbed them together, and then brought them close to his nose to smell them. His eyes lit up: "Potassium nitrate, that's enough."

Now it was his turn to rummage through his backpack, which was stuffed full of supermarket goods. Amidst the puzzled looks of the crowd, he generously poured the remaining sugar into the bucket, mixing it with the white crystals.

Then he paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone on the boat, finally settling on the guide, Sam, who was huddled in a corner, muttering prayers for the river god's protection.

Under Sam's horrified gaze, Su Ming strode forward, giving him no chance to react, grabbed his ankle, and cleanly and efficiently pulled off his shoe and sock that reeked of a strong odor.

"God! My amulet!" Sam cried out in despair; the sock clearly held special significance for him.

Su Ming ignored him, picked up the sock, and threw it into the bucket without even glancing at it.

Wang Dachui, standing nearby, felt a surge of acid rise to his throat and staggered back, frantically fanning the air in front of his nose. "Special Envoy, I recognize this sugar, but what about the fertilizer... what can you do with those two mixed together? And... what are those socks for?"

Su Ming didn't turn around, but stirred the contents of the bucket with an iron rod: "Potassium nitrate and sugar are the basic smoke agents. As for this, it's a psychological weapon. The unidentifiable stench will amplify people's fear; they'll think it's a biological attack and won't dare to fire easily."

Wang Dachui was speechless.

He didn't know if the enemy would be afraid; he only knew that he was about to suffocate from the smell.

Su Ming stuffed a simple ignition device into the bucket and then pulled the fuse.

"Sizzle—"

A thick white plume of smoke, tinged with the sweet smell of caramel, the pungent odor of fertilizer, and an indescribable sour, putrid stench, billowed from the iron drum, instantly engulfing the "Truth" and, carried by the wind, rolling toward the government forces and mercenaries.

"Boss! It's foggy! A really thick fog!"

The stray dog ​​looked up at the white wall that had appeared out of nowhere, a cruel smile appearing on its face, and forcefully blew the cotton out of its nostrils.

"Another illusion! Last time it was red soil, this time it's white smoke! That Easterner has run out of tricks!"

His deputy sniffed the strange smell in the air, his face turning a little pale: "Boss, this smell... it's like spoiled pudding that a cow stepped on."

Wild Dog slapped his co-pilot's helmet: "Pudding my foot! This is poison gas! Top-level biological weapon! Put on your gas masks! These cunning Easterners are cooking shit on the ship to harm people!"

The mercenaries hurriedly put on their gas masks.

But a few seconds later, the stray dog ​​realized what was happening and ripped off its mask.

"No! This kid's out of options!" A muffled bark came from behind the mask. "He thinks he's safe hiding in the smoke? Trying to escape in the chaos!"

He raised the butt of his rifle and vigorously slapped the water's surface.

"Forget the smoke! Charge in! Smash it! I want to hear those nerds' bones break!"

"Yes! Charge!"

The twelve mercenaries, as if possessed, plunged into the thick fog in three speedboats that had lost power, relying solely on manpower and the current.

All I could see was a vast expanse of white; I couldn't see anything at all.

"Hard to left! Run them over!" the wild dog roared, relying on its memory of the directions.

The speedboat moved forward through the fog.

Ahead, a huge dark shadow appeared.

The stray dog's face twisted with excitement: "I see it! It's right ahead! Let's run it over!"

All the mercenaries roared like wild beasts, squeezing out their last bit of strength to swing their gun butts, and the speedboat, propelled by inertia, slammed violently into the dark figure.

five meters.

three meters.

one meter.

"Go to hell!!" the wild dog hissed.

Boom-!

The dull thud of the impact was almost deafening. The sound of metal being torn apart was sharp and piercing.

The immense recoil force threw him off the bow of the ship, over the twisted metal, and slammed him heavily onto the opposite deck, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

He scrambled to his feet, dizzy and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Raising his pistol, he shouted excitedly, "Don't move! You're surrounded..."

The barking of the wild dogs stopped. The screams and pleas for mercy he had expected didn't come. He shook his dizzy head, and the scene before him gradually cleared. There was no pile of ugly scrap metal, no group of trembling engineers, and certainly no that damned Easterner.

Standing before him was a row of Tanzanian soldiers in neat uniforms, each holding a gun, staring at him in astonishment.

Beneath his feet lay the clean deck of a government patrol gunboat. The bow of his speedboat was deeply embedded in the gunboat's hull, creating a gaping, menacing hole.

It was quiet all around.

Captain Kant rushed out of the wheelhouse, and when he saw the large hole in his ship and the group of uninvited guests on the deck, his face instantly turned purple.

He drew his pistol, pointed the muzzle at the wild dog's head, and let out a deafening roar.

"You dare ram my money-making boat?!"

"Tie up these bastards!!"