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

This guy's insane! He's absolutely insane!

Faced with a group of professional butchers who could slaughter the Dragon Kingdom's search and rescue team like rabbits, he was not afraid at all, but actually... got excited?

Zhao Gang's eyelids twitched suddenly, and all the muscles in his body tensed up involuntarily—a fighting instinct ingrained in his bones.

He wasn't afraid; rather, as a former special forces soldier, he immediately grasped the situation—the enemy was "Black Fox," our side was poorly equipped and had non-combat personnel, and a direct confrontation would be suicidal; we had to call for reinforcements immediately!

"Mr. Su, it's not that I'm afraid of death," Zhao Gang said in a low voice, "but Black Fox isn't a bandit group; they have heavy firepower! We must retreat! Turning back now, taking the intelligence out, and letting the government handle it—that's our only way to survive!"

retreat?

Gu Changfeng trembled, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a single word. He looked at Su Ming, his bloodshot eyes filled with only a final plea.

"Retreat?" Su Ming finally spoke, not even looking at Zhao Gang, his gaze still sweeping over the skeletons. "Why retreat?"

Zhao Gang was taken aback by the question, then suppressed his anger and said, "Mr. Su! This is not a game! The other side is Black Fox! They are ruthless professional soldiers! How can we, a few people with a few broken guns, fight them? A head-on confrontation is just suicide!"

"Who said we should confront each other head-on?" Su Ming retorted.

He ignored Zhao Gang's advice and instead walked to the dried corpses, squatted down, and started drawing rapidly on the sand with a bamboo stick.

"These people have been dead for more than ten days, but two sets of footprints left at the scene are new." Su Ming didn't look up, drawing two irregular circles on the sand with his fingertip. "One is deep and one is shallow. The deep footprints are from a heavy patrol, and the shallow footprints are from a rapid reconnaissance."

He stood up and pointed to a depression in the sand with his toe: "Moreover, they are very regular. Every now and then, they send a small team to check the site. The route is fixed, and the error is no more than twenty meters."

Zhao Gang and his bodyguards were stunned.

How the hell did you figure that out?

To them, this sandy land was nothing but sand and corpses, but to Su Ming, it was like a tactical map filled with data.

Gu Changfeng was completely numb. The way he looked at Su Ming now was no longer as if he were looking at a college student, but as if he were looking at a sophisticated analytical instrument in human skin.

"Mr. Su... what do you mean?" Zhao Gang swallowed hard.

"That means the next group of people will probably arrive in two or three hours." Su Ming patted the dust off his hands and took out a few things from his signature snakeskin bag.

A roll of thin copper wire, a few magnets, and... white vinegar?

"No, buddy, this..." Zhao Gang was completely numb.

They're using a Barrett rifle, and you're pulling out a bottle of white vinegar? Are you planning to treat them to dumplings?

Su Ming didn't explain, but just looked up at the moon in the sky, then at the rolling sand dunes in the distance, and grinned. That smile made Zhao Gang's heart tremble.

"Captain Zhao, have your men drag the body behind that sand dune and hide it." Su Ming pointed to a higher sand dune on the west side. "Remember not to disturb the tracks."

"and then?"

"And then?" Su Ming unscrewed a bottle of white vinegar and sprinkled it on the sand around the "Warrior" off-road vehicle like watering flowers. "Then we'll just wait here for them to come."

"Right here? There's not even any cover here, isn't this a sitting duck!" Zhao Gang exclaimed anxiously.

Su Ming glanced at him and retorted, "Who said a target has to be the one getting hit?"

……

Three hours later.

In the distance, two dark figures dressed in desert camouflage and wearing night vision goggles appeared silently. The two took turns providing cover, their movements clean and efficient, clearly seasoned veterans of the battlefield.

"Scorpion, everything's normal," one of the shorter men whispered through his throat microphone. "The body's still there, nobody's touched it."

"Wild Wolf, don't be careless, get closer and check." A hoarse command came through the earpiece.

The two men, each holding a gun, cautiously approached the wrecked "Warrior" vehicle, one in front and one behind.

"Wait!" The mercenary codenamed "Scorpion" suddenly stopped, frowned, and sniffed. "What's that smell? It's sour."

"It smells acidic!" Another mercenary also smelled it.

The two exchanged a glance, both feeling something was off. Where was this sour smell coming from in this godforsaken desert?

"Who cares? Let's get out of here quickly after we're done checking. This place is really weird."

Scorpion waved his hand impatiently and walked to the car first, ready to examine the body.

But as soon as he took a step, his expression changed.

Where is the body?

The mummified corpses next to the car had vanished without a trace!

"Wild Wolf! Alert!" Scorpion reacted immediately and raised his gun sharply.

"puff!"

A slight muffled thud.

The scorpion suddenly felt its legs give way and it fell forward uncontrollably. When it looked down, it was immediately horrified.

The sand beneath his feet had somehow turned into a soft, quicksand pit! His legs were sinking into it rapidly!

"Damn it! It's a trap!"

"Help me!"

His companion behind him was about to step forward when his foot also slipped and he sank in as well.

The two struggled desperately, but the more they struggled, the faster they sank. The sand seemed to come alive, clinging tightly to their legs and trying to drag them into the ground.

"Don't move! Lie down! Increase the contact area!" The scorpion, being experienced, immediately roared.

But it was too late.

Behind the sand dunes, Zhao Gang and several bodyguards watched this scene with their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Without firing a single shot or cannon, two elite mercenaries were captured alive in a sandpit.

"So... you've caught him?" a bodyguard stammered.

Zhao Gang stared intently at the sandy area, then glanced at the spot where Su Ming had previously sprinkled white vinegar, and suddenly realized what was going on!

Saline-alkali land!

The surface here is a layer of dried and compacted salt crust, seemingly hard, but underneath lies loose, damp sand. Su Ming used white vinegar to corrode the weak points of the salt crust, making it brittle. If weight is concentrated on a single point, this thin crust will immediately shatter!

This isn't a trap at all, it's a devastating attack!

"What are you standing there for?" Su Ming's voice drifted over.

"Go and invite our 'distinguished guest' over. Be quick about it, or they'll really drink their fill of sand."