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

The wind at the river mouth carries a fishy, ​​salty smell.

As the smoke cleared, the ugly "Truth" ship was still circling on the river.

Captain Kant stepped on the wild dog's head, grinding his boots into it.

"Behave yourself, you bald chicken that flew in from the West."

The wild dog's cheek was pressed against the scorching deck, bloody foam spewing from its mouth, and a low growl of resentment emanating from its throat.

The Tanzanian soldiers around him swarmed forward and skillfully bound the top mercenary like a dumpling with the thick hemp ropes used to tie up live pigs.

After dealing with this bunch of unlucky bastards who could only flounder, Kant straightened his collar and turned to look at the middle of the river.

Even after watching it a second time, Kant still felt his eyes hurt; it was just too ugly.

It's like God got drunk, mixed up a junkyard, a hardware store, and a recycling station, and casually threw them into the river.

The white sheets hanging on the ship's side fluttered in the sea breeze, creating an unsettling sight.

"Sir, what should we do with these guys?" The adjutant leaned over, looking disgusted. "Should we just blow them up? They're such bad luck."

Kant slapped his adjutant across the face.

"Blow your mother's head up! That's money! That's walking dollars! You dare touch a hair on my Hawaiian island after I retire!"

He raised his binoculars, the lens passing over the rusty iron sheets and shaky security windows, and fixed his gaze on the old man in a white coat on the deck.

Although his face was covered in grease and his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, the old man's bookish air could be smelled from two hundred meters away.

The intelligence was correct.

This is definitely Dr. Chen, the one for whom various forces have put a bounty on his head.

Kant's tongue swept across his chapped lips, his eyes gleaming.

Should we hand it over to our superiors?

No, that's only a few dollars.

If I could contact that "Shield Beasts" or some Western intermediary privately...

He'll never have to endure the cold winds of this wretched river estuary again; he can just go to Hawaii, buy an island, and become king.

Kant cleared his throat, picked up the megaphone again, and put on what he considered a kind and amiable bandit's face.

"Listen up, you wrecked ship! I am Kant, the captain of the third patrol of the Tanzanian government forces!"

"Given the rampant piracy in these waters, for your safety, I now order you... to come closer immediately! Accept the 'protection' of our forces!"

"Especially that elderly gentleman with glasses, please make sure you board my boat alone. We will provide you with VIP-level security services!"

On the "Pravda".

Wang Dachui, huddled behind the broken oil drum, said in a trembling voice, "Special Envoy, this fat, dark-skinned man is up to no good! The way he looks at Dr. Chen is like he's looking at braised pork!"

Su Ming sat on an overturned plastic bucket, holding an iron pipe he had taken from a railing, and gently tapped the sole of his shoe.

"Of course he had no good intentions," Su Ming said calmly. "If it were a proper procedure, he should have contacted the embassy first, instead of having us come over for 'isolated protection'."

Dr. Chen adjusted his glasses, his face pale: "Young Su, those are government gunboats. Although they're decades old, that twin 25mm machine gun is enough to tear this pile of scrap metal to shreds. How about I go with them, if it can get you back to safety?"

Su Ming didn't look at him, his gaze fixed on the white cloths fluttering on the ship's side, and said in a calm tone, "Don't worry, we're flying a white flag."

Wang Dachui completely panicked: "Special Envoy! What time is it! Raising a white flag is tantamount to surrendering! If we surrender, do we even have a chance to survive?"

"That's called psychological warfare." Su Ming glanced at his watch; the second hand was ticking.

"Hanging up a white cloth signifies that we have no intention of attacking and have given up resistance. This gives him the hope of 'capturing' us alive to exchange for money. Greed will make him stop firing and choose to force a halt."

"And then what?" Sam, clutching the sock that had been salvaged after being used as raw material for a biological weapon, looked utterly dejected. "Even if you force it to stop, you still die!"

"And then?" Su Ming stood up and walked straight to the bow of the ship, facing the sea breeze and looking at the distant horizon.

There was nothing there.

But he knew that some things were about to happen.

"Then, it comes down to who has the stronger backing."

Su Ming picked up the tin megaphone he used to make announcements and took a deep breath.

"Commander Kant on the other side! We accept protection! But our engine is broken! Completely broken! Please come and tow it!"

Kant was delighted when he heard that.

These Asians are quite savvy.

"Go! Take the ropes and drag them back!" Kant waved his hand, and the gunboat slowly started moving, its dark cannons always aimed at the "Truth".

Just then.

The soldier in charge of radar monitoring suddenly screamed.

"Sir! Something's happened!"

"What are you yelling about!" Kant snapped impatiently. "Which fishing boat is that now?"

"No...it's not a fishing boat!" The soldier pointed at the radar screen, his fingers trembling violently. "It's moving too fast! And...and the signal source is in the sky!"

Kant was startled and subconsciously looked up.

The once clear sky now seemed to have acquired a subdued, low-frequency vibration.

hum-

The sound was very soft, like distant rumble of thunder.

But in an instant, the sound became violent and enormous, and even the deck resonated with it!

"You're finally here," Su Ming said to Dr. Chen. "If you hadn't come, I would have even taken off Sam's underwear and set it on fire."

Sam instinctively clutched his waistband.