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

On the sea, two white waves, like shark dorsal fins, tightly gripped the tail of the "Desert Star".

"call out--"

A rocket, trailing white smoke, was launched from the speedboat behind and headed straight for the second deck of the yacht.

Hassan, who was cowering under the table, heard the noise and screamed in despair, clutching his head: "It's over! My yacht! Two hundred and thirty million US dollars!"

Su Ming stood by the railing, his gaze fixed on the incoming warhead, and then said, "Don't worry, he can't hit it accurately with this wind speed."

The words had barely left his mouth when the rocket grazed the yacht's signal tower and plunged into the sea a hundred meters ahead.

"boom!"

Huge columns of water shot into the sky, and salty seawater drenched the deck.

Li Changfeng wiped the salt water from his face, his vacation laziness vanished, and his eyes suddenly became sharp as knives.

He yanked Hassan out from under the table and growled, "Fatty, since this is a bulletproof yacht, surely there's some kind of weapon on board for self-defense?"

Hassan pointed tremblingly to the storage cabinet next to him: "Yes...yes! There are a few of my 'toys' inside, all plated with gold!"

Li Changfeng strode over and ripped open the cabinet door.

Inside the cabinet, several assault rifles were hung neatly, all painted in a gaudy gold color, almost blinding him.

"That's so fucking tacky."

Li Changfeng picked up a golden AK, skillfully cocked it, and moved with fluid grace. He placed one foot on the leather sofa, the butt of the AK against his shoulder, adjusting his breathing as the boat rose and fell.

At this moment, to hell with nitroglycerin pills and retired old men! The blood in his veins has never cooled!

"Bang! Bang!"

Two bursts of fire.

On the speedboat behind, the mercenary who had just picked up the second launcher swayed and dropped the RPG into the sea.

Su Ming's eyes lit up, and he said succinctly, "Well done. High-risk position, double the pay."

Li Changfeng ignored him, his eyes sharp: "They're going to force their way onto the ship. Encircle them from both sides, prepare for boarding action."

The two speedboats suddenly accelerated in opposite directions, clamping down on either side of the yacht like two pincers. The men in black on the speedboats threw out ropes with barbs, and the metal grappling hooks gripped the yacht's railings tightly.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of metal rubbing together was unusually harsh.

Hearing this, Hassan's heart ached: "My Italian calfskin railing! It was hand-stitched!"

"Stop howling." Su Ming said without turning his head, "If you want to live, follow orders. Go find all the oily and slippery things on the ship, sunscreen, lotion, take as much as you can."

Hassan looked bewildered: "Lubrication? What for? Do we need to maintain it now?"

"Stop talking nonsense and bring it all here." Su Ming's tone left no room for argument. "Your life, if paid in daily wages, is worth far more than those few bottles of oil. If you want to break even, hurry up and get going."

"Yes! Yes!" Hassan slapped his thigh. "There's a whole box of them in the warehouse! They were originally for the models' sun protection party!"

Su Ming snapped his fingers: "Perfect. Bring everything up, leave not a single bottle."

Li Changfeng fired a long burst, the scalding hot shell casings clanging against the deck, instantly suppressing the enemy forces who dared not peek out. Taking advantage of the brief moment while changing magazines, he turned and roared, "Su Ming! What kind of crazy scheme are you plotting now? Get your gun! This is war!"

Su Ming watched as the skilled mercenaries quickly climbed the ropes, and simply shook his head.

"Brother Li, bullets cost money, and it would be even more troublesome if they pierced the hull," Su Ming said matter-of-factly. "We need to resolve this battle in a more economical way."

Li Changfeng shot a rope through the air, then turned and roared at Su Ming, "I'm risking my life, and you want to give the deck a spa treatment?!"

Su Ming grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from the suitcase Hassan had brought, unscrewed the cap, and shouted at Li Changfeng, "Don't waste bullets! Hassan's about to go bankrupt! I have wholesale stuff here, it works even better!"

Several fully armed mercenaries had already climbed to the edge of the ship's gun hull, their dark gun barrels about to peek out.

Su Ming unscrewed two large bottles of baby oil and boldly poured them onto the deck.

He threw down the empty bottle and yelled at Hassan, who was still standing there in a daze, "What are you standing there for? Open the bottle! Pour all the oil on! I'm going to show these bastards what Olympic figure skating is all about!"