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

September 9th, 8:50 PM.

The deep sea, 300 meters deep.

Su Ming huddled inside the makeshift "diving bell," his hand gripping the valve of the oxygen cylinder tightly.

Outside the iron barrel, the pressure of the seawater was violently squeezing this fragile device.

"Click...click..."

The sheet metal groaned under the strain.

Su Ming stared at the pressure gauge in his hand.

Current depth: 300 meters.

Pressure: Approximately 3100 kPa.

The air pressure inside the cylinder is being compressed.

He had to manually replenish oxygen before the air pressure dropped to a dangerous level.

Su Ming turned on the valve of the oxygen cylinder.

"hiss--"

High-pressure oxygen was injected into the iron drum, and the pressure gauge needle slowly rose.

"good……"

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

But he knew this was just the beginning.

The deeper you go, the greater the pressure, and the more frequently you need to replenish your Qi.

He only had four oxygen cylinders.

We must be careful with our money.

500 meters.

One kilometer.

1,500 meters.

The iron bucket sank steadily in the darkness.

Su Ming has already replenished his energy more than a hundred times.

His fingers were blistered from repeatedly turning the valve.

But he didn't stop.

Two kilometers.

Two thousand five hundred meters.

The pressure gauge needle began to jump violently.

Tiny cracks appeared at the welded joints of the iron bucket.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

Seawater began to seep in.

Su Ming's expression changed.

"It's missing..."

He immediately took out a roll of waterproof tape from his waist and wrapped it tightly around the crack.

However, the pressure of the seawater was too great, and the tape couldn't withstand it for more than a few seconds.

"We must speed things up..."

Su Ming pulled the winch rope, making the iron bucket sink faster.

Three thousand meters.

3,100 meters.

Three thousand two hundred meters.

"arrive!"

Through the opening at the bottom of the iron barrel, Su Ming finally saw the outline of the seabed.

A huge cargo ship lay quietly on the edge of the trench.

The hull was severely deformed, with signs of impact and corrosion everywhere.

But the ship's serial number is still clearly visible—

"Voyage".

Su Ming took a deep breath.

He pulled the winch, allowing the iron barrel to slowly descend onto the cargo ship's deck.

Then, he crawled out of the iron barrel.

Instantly, terrifying water pressure squeezed in from all directions.

Su Ming felt like his lungs were about to be crushed.

But he gritted his teeth, withstood the pressure, and walked step by step toward the cabin.

The cargo ship's hatches were corroded and rusted by seawater.

Su Ming pushed the door several times, but it didn't budge.

He took a crowbar from his waist, inserted it into the crack in the door, and pried it open with all his might.

"Click—"

The hatch was finally pried open.

Su Ming crawled inside.

The cabin was pitch black.

He turned on his flashlight, and the beam of light illuminated the narrow passage.

Everywhere there was floating debris—documents, clothes, broken instruments.

Based on the mission data, Su Ming quickly located the cargo hold where the core equipment was stored.

"Class 3-A..."

He pushed open the hatch.

Then, he froze.

Inside the cargo hold, a huge metal box lay quietly in the corner.

A bright red label was affixed to the box—

"Dragon Kingdom XX Heavy Industry - Deep Sea Drilling Rig Core Components - Top Secret".

But what caught Su Ming's attention was not the box.

Instead, it was the thing next to the box that was flashing a faint red light.

A magnetically triggered mine.

"Damn it..."

Su Ming's heart tightened.

This thing was planted by the enemy in advance.

The mine will be triggered as soon as anyone gets close to the box.

At this depth, an explosion would cause the entire cargo hold to collapse.

He has no way to escape.

Su Ming stared at the mine, his mind racing.

"Magnetic triggering...that means it will detonate as long as there is a strong magnetic field nearby..."

"But if a 'reverse magnetic field' could be created, theoretically it could cancel out the trigger signal..."

He immediately took out a small iron box from his waist.

That was something he had found on the ship earlier—a discarded electromagnet.

Su Ming quickly disassembled the electromagnet and took out the coil inside.

Then, he wrapped the coil around the flashlight battery with waterproof tape to make a simple "strong magnetic device".

"Hope this helps..."

Su Ming took a deep breath and cautiously approached the mine.

He attached the "strong magnetic device" to the side of the mine.

Then, he pressed the switch on the flashlight.

"Buzz—"

When an electromagnet is energized, it instantly generates a powerful magnetic field.

The red light on the mine flashed a few times.

then…

It's gone out.

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's done..."

He immediately stepped forward and opened the metal box.

Inside the box, a black hard drive lay quietly in shock-absorbing foam.

Su Ming picked up the hard drive and put it into a waterproof bag.

Then he turned around and prepared to leave.

But at that moment—

"Drip... drip... drip..."

The red light on the mine lit up again.

Moreover, the flashing frequency is getting faster and faster.

Su Ming's expression changed drastically.

"Countdown?!"