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

The huge green military crate detached from the fuselage, and four parachutes suddenly bloomed in the air, suspending this steel behemoth as it precisely crashed into the river mouth.

On Kant's gunboat, the adjutant Odo's rifle clattered to the deck, pointing at the sky, his voice cracking from shouting.

"It pooped! Oh my god! It pooped a green, square-shaped poop!"

Captain Kant shuddered, feeling as if his bones had been removed, and collapsed to the ground.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Countless images from Western movies flashed through his mind: massive bombs falling, mushroom clouds rising, and everything turning to scorched earth.

"No……"

He let out a desperate cry.

I, Kanter, have spent half my life in the military, working diligently and conscientiously. I only want to make a little money and buy an island in Hawaii. What's wrong with that?

Why use such a powerful weapon against me?

On the other side of the deck, a wild dog, bound like a dumpling, had its face pressed against a scorching hot iron plate, its eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

He certainly recognized what it was: a standard military airdrop supply crate!

But these damn natives don't recognize them!

"An atomic bomb! It's an atomic bomb!"

"Jump into the sea! At least you'll at least have a whole body!"

"I'm not married yet!"

The soldiers cried out and jumped into the river like dumplings being dropped into boiling water. Captain Kant even scrambled to the ship's side, ready to follow his loyal men.

The stray dog ​​was so angry it felt like its lungs were about to explode. It closed its eyes in humiliation, its back teeth almost crushed by its own teeth.

This was the darkest and most outrageous day of his career as a top mercenary!

He had imagined a thousand ways to die: being shot by a top agent, vaporized by a missile, even betrayed by his own people. But he never imagined that his illustrious mercenary career would end because of a bunch of idiots who mistook supply crates for nuclear bombs!

"Splash! Splash!"

The airdrop crate landed precisely in the water, splashing up a huge spray, before floating steadily on the surface.

There was no explosion.

There was no mushroom cloud.

There was only a group of Tanzanian soldiers dog-paddling in the river, and a nearly empty gunboat.

On the "Truth", Wang Dachui and the others were dumbfounded.

Su Ming pointed to the floating green box and said to Wang Dachui, "Drive over there and retrieve it."

"Okay!"

Wang Dachui snapped out of his daze and immediately directed the engineers to start the backup engine. The "Truth" slowly moved toward the airdrop crate, emitting a plume of black smoke.

On the gunboat, Captain Kant poked half his head out from the side of the ship and was terrified when he saw what was happening.

"What are they doing? Are they committing suicide?"

He grabbed a megaphone and frantically shouted in the direction of the "Atrume": "Hey! Friends from the East! Don't go there! Danger! Those things will explode! Trust me, I'm a professional!"

Dr. Chen adjusted his glasses and asked Su Ming with some concern, "Comrade Su, we are civilians. Will receiving these military supplies cause any international disputes?"

Su Ming said calmly, "Don't worry, Dr. Chen, this is care from the motherland, it's very humane."

Kant's shouts were still echoing in vain when his adjutant, Odo, scrambled back onto the deck from the water, soaking wet, clinging to the railing, pointing at the green box with a lingering sense of shock.

"Sir! I understand!" Odo shouted.

Kant was taken aback: "You know what?"

"That's Pandora's box! My grandma told me about it! Open it, and the world will be destroyed!"

Kant slapped him on the back of the head.

"Screw you, that's Greek mythology! We're in Africa! Let's have some local flavor, okay?!"

After he finished yelling, Kanté himself was stunned.

It's been so long, and it still hasn't exploded.

Could it be... not a bomb?

He stared intently at the military-grade waterproof box, his expression changing.

The box had strong lines, was sealed tightly, and was so well-made that it looked like a work of art.

Wait a minute... why would a bomb need this kind of packaging? It's not like it's being given as a gift!

If it's not a bomb, then what's inside...?

What kind of treasures could be inside a transport plane of that caliber that could personally airdrop supplies across borders? Gold? Diamonds? Or rare earth samples, which are even more valuable than diamonds?

Captain Kant's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the way he looked at the "Truth" once again resembled that of a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

He immediately grabbed the megaphone and changed his tone.

"Ahem! Friends from the East! Don't be afraid! For your safety, that box will be kept safe by our Tanzanian government forces!"