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

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot rang out.

Li Changfeng reacted extremely quickly, pressing Su Ming and Zhuoma behind a protruding ice rock.

A bullet grazed Li Changfeng's scalp, leaving a dark bullet hole in the ice wall where he had just stood.

"Damn it!" Li Changfeng leaned against the icy rock, his heart pounding. "Sniper! We're being targeted!"

He quickly peeked out, then quickly withdrew.

"Southwest, the highest point on the ridge, about 800 meters away. This position...we're sitting ducks!" Li Changfeng's face turned ashen.

The passage was narrow, with nowhere to hide. Moving forward or backward would expose one to the enemy's line of fire.

They were firmly nailed to this spot.

Droma, far from being afraid, drew her Tibetan knife with fanatical fervor: "With the divine messenger here, how dare this demon act so presumptuously! I'll twist his head off and offer it to you!"

"Are you going to your death?" Li Changfeng roared. "Eight hundred meters! By the time you get there, they'll have gone through three magazines of bullets!"

A desperate situation.

A true dead end.

Cold sweat broke out on Li Changfeng's forehead. He tried to observe using the mirror of his tactical flashlight, but the other party was obviously a professional and couldn't find any reflective point at all.

He looked at Su Ming.

Su Ming was leaning against the ice wall, studying the spool of kite string in his hand with a focused expression, seemingly oblivious to the danger around him.

"Su Ming!" Li Changfeng lowered his voice, "What time is it and you're still playing with ropes! Is there any way to fix this?"

Su Ming didn't even look up: "Yes."

Li Changfeng perked up: "Speak quickly!"

"Waiting for the wind to come."

Li Changfeng: "..."

He felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

Su Ming reeled in the kite string and suddenly called out, "Zhuoma."

Zhuoma suddenly looked up, her eyes gleaming: "Divine messenger! Is there some divine message? Do I need to offer a sacrifice?"

As she spoke, she actually reached out to untie the wide belt inlaid with turquoise around her waist.

Li Changfeng's eyes twitched violently, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

Damn it, what time is it? How come a cultist has suddenly appeared?!

"Sacrifice my ass!" Li Changfeng roared. "If you stripped naked and rushed out, you'd only be providing some entertainment for the other side!"

"Give me that little leather bag with salt on your belt," Su Ming said.

Zhuoma was taken aback, then suddenly realized what was going on. She respectfully handed over the exquisite leather bag with both hands, saying, "So the divine messenger intends to use sacred salt to unleash divine punishment!"

Li Changfeng was too tired to even complain anymore.

Su Ming took the salt bag, weighed it in his hand, and then began to unzip his down jacket.

Li Changfeng was startled and instinctively lowered his voice: "What are you doing now? Trying to seduce me? They might not be into that! Besides, you're hundreds of meters away, even if you're naked, they'll only see a single pixel!"

Su Ming glanced at him, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

He took off his down jacket, revealing a fleece underneath, then picked up the spool of kite string and began gesturing it across his clothes.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Li Changfeng was going crazy.

Su Ming glanced up at the sniper position in the distance and said calmly, "Treat him to a meal."

"Should we send him to get shot?"

Su Ming looked in the direction of the sniper in the distance and said calmly, "No, I want him to experience what it means to 'walk on thin ice'."

Li Changfeng: "..."

He felt he might die here tonight. Not from a sniper, but driven insane by his own people.

He leaned against the cold rock, closed his eyes in despair, and when he opened them again, his voice was hoarse and weak: "I shed blood for my country, I carried a gun for my people... In the end, I have to fly a kite with a charlatan and a madman under the muzzle of a gun..."