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

The man in white was an excellent skier, hugging the edge of the rocks with every turn, using blind spots to avoid being shot at by the Snow Fox squad behind him.

But he missed one variable.

The metal box behind them, carrying three people, was completely unreasonable.

It doesn't turn.

"Which mental hospital did you escape from?! Are you crazy?! Get out of here!" The man in white turned around and saw the pile of things stacked up, and he was almost scared out of his wits. His roar was torn apart by the wind as soon as it came out.

Su Ming stared at the man's back, gripped the edge of the box tightly with both hands, and suddenly leaned his body to the right.

Li Changfeng felt as if his bile was about to be flung out, and subconsciously swayed to the right.

Although Zhuoma didn't understand why, she instinctively shifted her weight to the right, pressing down hard as she did so, shouting excitedly, "The mountain god has appeared! Send down divine punishment and crush him!"

This lump of iron, stacked with three people on top of each other, rushed down the snow slope with unstoppable momentum, like a runaway silver lightning bolt.

There are no brakes, no shock absorbers, only pure kinetic energy.

The man in white tried to dodge to the left.

"Too slow," Su Ming muttered.

"Bang!"

A metallic clang echoed through the valley.

The sharp edge of the metal box slammed into the back of the man in white's skis.

The enormous impact instantly disrupted the balance.

The man in white didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying, tumbling and crashing into a thick snowdrift more than ten meters away, where he remained motionless.

The long package was also flung out and landed on the snow at Su Ming's feet.

The metal box continued its downward momentum, and under the reaction force of the impact, it spun around on the spot and overturned violently.

Su Ming let go, rolled twice on the snow to dissipate the force, and squatted down steadily.

Li Changfeng wasn't so lucky; he was thrown several meters away, landing face-first in the snow. Zhuoma, on the other hand, reacted quickly, rolling the moment she landed and drawing her Tibetan knife to shield Su Ming.

"Cough cough... my old back..." Li Changfeng climbed out of the snow, spat out two mouthfuls of ice crystals, and immediately rushed towards the long package.

Unzip it, and you'll find a roll wrapped in waterproof tarpaulin.

Li Changfeng's hands trembled slightly as he lifted a corner to peek inside. He let out a long sigh, then suddenly clutched the package to his chest, his eyes bloodshot: "It really is... This time, no one will be able to take it from me!"

"Bang!"

A bullet struck the ice at Li Changfeng's feet, sending up a spray of ice shards.

A few dozen meters away, the snow fox stopped gliding.

The four team members behind him quickly spread out, forming a fan shape to surround him. The dark muzzles of their guns were pointed at the three "madmen" who had just been performing acrobatics.

The snow fox removed its goggles, revealing a pair of sinister blue eyes.

He didn't immediately order the shooting. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was amused by the situation.

What is this? Professional tactical setup, expensive top-of-the-line equipment, and a perfect infiltration plan.

In the end, he lost to a broken iron box and three lunatics stacked on top of each other.

Snow Fox slid forward two steps, pointing the gun at Su Ming, his voice tinged with absurdity, "In my entire life, I've never seen anyone use a kite to rob goods or a box as a sled."

Li Changfeng held the package tightly to his chest, while holding the gun with one arm, the muzzle steadily lowered, standing in the most standard defensive posture in front of Su Ming.

He stood firm like a pine tree rooted to the icy plains, his voice as cold and hard as iron: "Snow Fox, look at your feet. This is Chinese soil, you can't escape."

"Run?" Snow Fox sneered, his finger on the trigger. "Kill you, take the stuff, and ski down the mountain in just twenty minutes. Only the dead call the police."

"Make your move!" Snow Fox growled.

All four team members raised their guns simultaneously.

Just then.

"boom--"

This sound was not a gunshot.

Instead, it was a heavy, powerful "humming" sound that made the airflow throughout the valley vibrate.

On the snow-covered ridges on both sides of the valley, the snow suddenly began to ripple. Patches of snow "stood up," revealing figures dressed in white camouflage suits.

They blended almost seamlessly into the snow, and would have been completely unnoticeable unless they deliberately revealed themselves.

The gun barrels formed a forest, blocking all escape routes for the Snow Fox Squad from every angle.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of a helicopter's massive rotors erupted from behind the mountain, whipping up a blizzard. The enormous fuselage hovered overhead, casting a shadow that made everyone's hearts clench.

The loudspeaker emitted a cold, authoritative, and emotionless standard Mandarin:

"Put down your weapons immediately! You are surrounded!"

"Repeat! Lay down your weapons immediately! Or be annihilated!"

The snow fox's hand froze in mid-air.

He looked at the rows of gun lines that left no blind spots, at the attack helicopters circling overhead, and then at Li Changfeng, who was holding a package and grinning maliciously at him.

My gaze swept quickly across the snow-covered ridges on both sides; every figure that appeared represented an inescapable death trap.

The shadow of the helicopter overhead completely enveloped them, and the fierce light in Snow Fox's eyes vanished, leaving only a deathly gray. As if all his strength had been drained, with a clang, the rifle slipped from his hand, and he slowly raised his hands, kneeling on the snow.

His eyes were fixed on Su Ming, the murderous intent in his gaze replaced by a sense of defeat mixed with absurdity and resentment: "Kites, mirrors, salt... and this iron box. Tell me, when did your army start fighting like this?"

"Which unit are you from? Shadow? Or Dragon Flame?"

Su Ming looked at Xue Hu and calmly said, "Jiangnan University, majoring in finance and physics."

The snow fox was stunned.

A few seconds later, he closed his eyes in pain, his head drooping deeply.

"Fuck...Eastern Sorcery..."

Zhuoma got up from the snow, looked at the People's Liberation Army soldiers covering the mountains and plains, clasped her hands together, her eyes filled with tears, and her voice trembled:

"Heavenly soldiers and generals! The divine messenger has summoned heavenly soldiers and generals!"

As Li Changfeng passed by her, he put his gun back at his waist, rolled his eyes, and didn't even have the energy to curse.

"Those are our troops! Heavenly soldiers and generals? Do your heavenly soldiers and generals wear camouflage uniforms? Can you stop watching Investiture of the Gods?"