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

The cold wind was like a knife, cutting painfully into people's faces.

The atmosphere at the edge of the cliff was grim and chilling. The one-eyed man had half his body hanging out of the abyss, clutching the silver-gray metal box tightly in his hand, as if it were his lifeline.

The Snow Fox squad did not fire immediately.

If the box falls, the mission fails, and they all have to go back and clean the toilets.

Snowfox raised the muzzle of his gun, the infrared laser dot flickering between the one-eyed man's eyebrows, his voice as cold as ice: "Put down the box and get out."

The one-eyed man's legs trembled, almost causing him to lose his balance, but his voice remained hoarse as he roared, "Bullshit! Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Put down the box, and you'll all turn around and shoot me! Nobody's getting something for nothing!"

"Hey, you one-eyed guy," Su Ming suddenly said, his voice not loud, just enough to cut through the wind.

One-Eyed Dragon's face turned green with rage as he glared at Su Ming: "My name is One-Eyed Dragon! I'm not one-eyed!"

"Okay, one-eyed." Su Ming nodded, his face sincere. "Look at those foreign devils over there, wearing night vision goggles worth tens of thousands of yuan and carrying guns worth hundreds of thousands. Do you think they'll let you go just to save a single bullet?"

The one-eyed man was stunned for a moment.

Su Ming continued, "They're not killing you now because they're afraid the box will fall. Once you hand it over, you'll be an eyewitness who saw their faces. In spy movies, people like that usually don't survive past the opening credits."

Snowfox's eyes turned cold, and his finger pressed down on the trigger.

"chug!"

Without warning, Li Changfeng pulled the trigger, and two bursts of fire hit the rocks at Snow Fox's feet, sending shards of rock flying.

Li Changfeng held the gun in one hand, pressed down on the restless Zhuoma, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move. If you move again, we're all finished."

The situation has reached a stalemate again.

The one-eyed man panicked completely. He looked at Su Ming as if grasping at a straw: "Then... what should I do?"

"I'm a college student, I don't lie." Su Ming held up the roll of white string in his hand, took a step forward, and said, "Tie the suitcase to this string. I'll hold the string, and you can run away. With the suitcase in my hand, they'll come after me, and you'll be safe."

The one-eyed man stared at the thread, as thin as a hair, then at the heavy iron box in his hand, his expression turning ashen: "You think I'm stupid? This piece of junk can hold up a box weighing over ten kilograms? You're trying to trick me into throwing the box away!"

"This is Dyneema kite string, made of high-molecular-weight polyethylene fiber. The supermarket owner said it could strangle a pig." Su Ming waved the spool in his hand, his tone calm. "It should be strong enough. Trust me this once, it's scientific."

"I don't believe it!" the one-eyed man roared in despair. "Unless you come and get it!"

The snow fox lost its patience.

"Team B, prepare for a full-scale attack," Snow Fox ordered in the channel. "Break his legs, don't let him fall."

"Yes."

Just as the special forces soldiers made a slight adjustment to their guns...

Su Ming sighed: "Troublesome."

As he spoke, his hands didn't stop; with lightning speed, he untied a metal buckle from the shoulder strap of his canvas bag and tied it to the end of the kite string.

With a flick of his wrist, Su Ming used the whirlwind at the mountain peak to fling the kite string with the metal hook attached.

The hook traced a tricky arc in the air, bypassing the one-eyed dragon, and precisely struck the metal box.

With a "click," the hook snapped into the handle loop of the suitcase, thanks to gravity and the force of the swing.

"What is this thing?" The one-eyed man was startled and instinctively tried to shake it off.

Almost simultaneously, Snowfox pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet hit the one-eyed man in the thigh.

"Ah!" The one-eyed man screamed as he lost his balance and fell backward, the box in his hand flying into the abyss.

"The box!" the snow fox roared.

Li Changfeng's heart sank: "It's over!"

That's a national treasure! That's the Gesar Epic Sutra! And it just fell down like that?

"Zhuoma, get ready to pull me!" Su Ming suddenly shouted.

Zhuoma snapped back to her senses and instinctively assumed a lunge position, gripping Su Ming's collar tightly with both hands.

"Captain Li, cover me!"

To everyone's surprise, Su Ming made no attempt to pull the box. Instead, he gripped the spool tightly, suddenly turned around, and sprinted with all his might towards the inside of the platform, away from the cliff!

Although Li Changfeng's mind wasn't quite processing it, his body instinctively leaned out and unleashed a hail of fire at the Snow Fox squad: "Die, Americans! Taste the iron fist of the people!"

The intense firepower forced the Snow Fox squad to retreat back into cover.

On the edge of a cliff.

As the metal box plummeted into the abyss, the hearts of everyone present sank with it.

Two seconds later.

"Buzz—"

The thin white line taut instantly, emitting a buzzing sound.