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

three days later.

Korla Airport.

Gu Changfeng, accompanied by his assistant and four burly bodyguards, stood at the VIP entrance, anxiously glancing at his watch.

Behind him, three heavily modified Unimog off-road trucks lay silently like steel behemoths.

Each vehicle is equipped with a satellite communication base station, bulletproof glass, and all-terrain tires. The military-grade thermal imaging radar on the roof exudes a cold, "I'm expensive" vibe.

These three vehicles alone, along with the top-tier supplies on them, cost Gu Changfeng over 20 million.

"Chairman, is that Mr. Su... really reliable?"

The speaker was Zhao Gang, the bodyguard captain and a retired special forces soldier. Looking at the top-tier, heavily armed equipment, his eyes shone with confidence. In his view, this setup was more than enough to fight a localized war.

"Shut up." Gu Changfeng glared at him, but his furrowed brows betrayed his inner unease.

Just then, a figure wearing a gray hoodie and jeans strolled out of the exit, still carrying that signature worn-out canvas bag.

What's even more eye-catching is that he's carrying two huge woven bags.

It's one of those red, white, and blue striped snakeskin bags commonly seen at train stations.

"Mr. Su!" Gu Changfeng's eyes lit up, and he quickly went to greet him. "The car is ready, we can leave anytime!"

Zhao Gang and his bodyguards almost lost their composure when their eyes fell on Su Ming.

That's it?

This... this is the legendary big shot who took down the industrial park in northern Myanmar and blew up a Chinese naval vessel?

He looks exactly like a freshman who's home for summer vacation!

"Is this all the equipment you're supposed to bring?" Zhao Gang's professional instincts kicked in, and he couldn't help but point at the two bulging snakeskin bags, his brows furrowing. "Mr. Su, I'm being blunt. The temperature difference between day and night in Lop Nur can reach fifty degrees Celsius. Bringing in this little bit of stuff is a joke, isn't it? We've prepared the best polar cold-weather clothing."

"It's not clothes."

Su Ming casually tossed the bag into the back of the Unimog, making a heavy, muffled thud.

Zhao Gang was taken aback; the sound was like metal.

The bag was slightly ajar, revealing what was inside.

A bundle of hemp rope as thick as a finger.

Two long-handled fire axes with wooden handles.

A dozen or so neatly trimmed bamboo strips.

Several boxes of the most common white vinegar found in supermarkets.

And... a bunch of copper wires and magnets that I don't know where they came from?

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Zhao Gang and his bodyguards' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, their expressions seeming to ask: Dude, are you serious?

Gu Changfeng was completely dumbfounded: "Mr. Su... are you going to the desert... to set up a tent and do renovations?"

"I guess so." Su Ming patted the dust off his hands, glanced at the three imposing Unimogs, and shook his head.

"The car is nice, but in that area, the more electronic components something has, the faster it breaks down."

He walked to the front of the car and tapped the expensive radar dome: "This thing is just scrap metal once it gets to the core area. It'll actually burn the circuit boards inside the car to a crisp due to electromagnetic interference."

"Impossible!" Zhao Gang couldn't help but retort. "This is a military-grade anti-jamming radar. Unless it encounters a nuclear explosion or electromagnetic pulse attack, it will be absolutely stable!"

Su Ming simply glanced at him calmly, showing no interest in arguing, and said indifferently, "Let's drive."

He doesn't need an explanation.

Because physical laws only consider the results, not the arguments.

Grandpa's notes clearly state that beneath the core area of ​​Lop Nur, there exists a strange magnetic field corridor. It's not ordinary electromagnetic interference; it's an "Earth pulse" that can make a compass dance wildly and render the most advanced navigation systems useless instantly.

Modern electronic devices were there, like an infant adorned with gold and silver jewelry thrown into a pack of hungry wolves.

The more sophisticated the solution, the more tragic the end.

"Let's go, Mr. Gu, time waits for no one." Su Ming opened the car door and jumped into the passenger seat.

Gu Changfeng gritted his teeth and waved to Zhao Gang: "Let's go!"

The convoy roared, kicking up clouds of dust, as it sped toward that yellow forbidden zone that had swallowed countless lives.

Su Ming leaned back in the leather seat, took out an old mechanical pocket watch from his pocket, and gently stroked it.

On the inside of the watch cover, there is an elegant line of small characters: "Everything leaves a trace".

He closed his eyes, and a three-dimensional topographic map of Lop Nur immediately appeared in his mind.

To others, those shifting sand dunes are unpredictable death traps.

But in his eyes, it was nothing more than the trajectory of the wind, the breath of the earth's magnetism, and the oldest language of the universe.

Bring those "junk" items because only the most basic laws of physics will never betray you.

As long as the principle of leverage still exists, as long as fluid mechanics still exists, and as long as gravity still exists.

He will then be able to build a path to heaven for them in that hell.