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

The alarm blared like a ghost's wail, and the red lights cast a blood-red glow on everyone's faces.

"Intruders! Gamma Zone! Repeat, intruders in the Gamma Zone!"

The roar from the loudspeaker, mixed with the increasingly heavy thud of military boots, struck my heart like the drumbeats of death.

The white man, referred to as Dr. Allen, initially shocked, suddenly turned ruthless. He grabbed Gu Weiguang, pulling her to his side and pressing the cold muzzle of his gun against her temple, growling at Su Ming, "Who are you? What do you want? Get back! Or I'll kill her!"

Su Ming didn't back down, not even raising an eyebrow.

He just tilted his head, as if looking at a child throwing a tantrum.

"Team Leader Zhao," he said calmly.

"Here!" Zhao Gang's calm voice came from outside the passage.

"Hold the door for thirty seconds and don't let them in to disturb my experiment."

"receive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Gang's figure flashed to the container door like a cheetah, and he and two bodyguards quickly formed a triangular defensive formation, with their guns pointed directly into the depths of the passageway.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

Almost the instant they set up their guns, a flash of light appeared at the end of the tunnel, and the first wave of Black Fox mercenaries opened fire. Bullets struck the metal walls of the shipping container with a piercing clang, sparks flying everywhere.

Unmoved, Zhao Gang calmly ordered: "Short bursts! Suppressive fire! Conserve ammunition!"

Having experienced countless battles, he knew perfectly well that in such confined terrain, whoever panicked first would be the first to die.

Inside the laboratory, the atmosphere was tense and ready to explode. Dr. Allen, holding Gu Weiguang hostage, retreated step by step, trying to distance himself from Su Ming.

When Gu Changfeng saw his daughter being held at gunpoint, his heart clenched, and he called out in a trembling voice, "Weiwei!"

That call was like a key, instantly unlocking Gu Weiguang's nerves, which had been taut for half a month. She turned around abruptly and, through the open laboratory door, saw that familiar yet haggard figure.

Tears welled up instantly, and her tightly clenched lips finally broke free. She cried out in a sob, "Dad! Why are you here?! Let's go!"

Gu Changfeng turned pale with fright, his lips trembling as he stammered, "Mr. Su... my daughter..."

"Don't rush, Uncle Gu." Su Ming said, turning around and walking towards the laboratory's control panel, which was filled with various bottles, jars, and sophisticated instruments.

"Don't provoke the kidnapper when he's emotionally unstable. Let's deal with those flies outside first."

With a gun pointed at his head, Gu Weiguang was already despondent, but he was completely bewildered by what he saw.

This young man, who claimed to be a "platform dispatcher," ignored her, a hostage on the verge of death, and also ignored the doctor with the gun, and began rummaging through the lab table on his own.

He took a beaker, poured in half a cup of glycerin, and then picked up a bottle of potassium permanganate powder, quickly mixing it in according to the specified ratio.

When he made his move, his hand was as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor.

"What are you doing!" Dr. Allen shouted sharply. He didn't understand, but he instinctively felt a sense of fear.

Su Ming ignored him and instead said to the terrified Gu Weiguang, "Dr. Gu, could you please throw that coil of copper wire over here for me? Also, knock over that bucket full of waste engine oil on your left."

"I..." Gu Weiguang was stunned.

"Hurry up." Su Ming's tone left no room for negotiation.

As if possessed, Gu Weiguang subconsciously did as she was told. She kicked with her heel, and the bucket of viscous waste oil immediately splashed onto the metal floor at the entrance of the container.

Dr. Allen was so startled by her sudden action that he took a step back, and the muzzle of his gun wobbled.

Just then, Su Ming splashed the seemingly ordinary liquid he had just mixed onto the oil stains by the door.

At the entrance, Zhao Gang felt increasing pressure. Black Fox's firepower was fierce; two mercenaries had already closed in to within ten meters in an attack formation.

"Mr. Su! There are at most ten seconds left!" Zhao Gang roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

That's enough.

Su Ming said softly, then took out a military-grade high-powered electromagnetic device from his backpack and threw it with all his might toward the ground by the door.

The magnet snapped onto the metal floor.

The situation suddenly changed in the next second!

The two Black Fox mercenaries, who were about to rush in, felt their HK416 rifles being pulled forward by a tremendous force, and they flew out of their hands! With a "clang," the two guns were firmly stuck to the magnets on the ground!

The two were stunned for a moment, then their feet suddenly slipped!

The ground, which had been splashed with glycerin and engine oil, was now as slippery as ice. The two well-trained mercenaries instantly lost their balance, screaming as they fell to the ground, thrashing about on their hands and feet, but unable to get up, their posture extremely pathetic.

Then, something even more terrifying happened.

They fell into the oil slick, and before they could get up, the mixture of potassium permanganate and glycerin on the ground underwent a violent spontaneous combustion reaction.

That tiny spark ignited hell!

"boom--!"

A muffled explosion!

The oil slick instantly transformed into a sea of ​​fire! The flames weren't high, but they clung to the ground, spreading like venomous snakes, and in the blink of an eye, they engulfed the two fallen mercenaries! The screams that came from within the flames quickly ceased.

A thick plume of black smoke poured into the tunnel, choking the mercenaries who followed and forcing them to retreat, their vision completely obscured.

Zhao Gang: "..."

Gu Changfeng: "..."

Allen and Gu Weiguang: "..."

All that could be heard around was the crackling sound of flames burning.

Zhao Gang swallowed hard, his mind filled with only one thought.

Holy crap... this isn't chemistry, this is fucking magic!

A simple burning slide trap.

With just a few readily available chemicals, Su Ming carved out a death zone for himself amidst the encirclement.

This is hardly a college student's part-time job.

This is like the King of Hell coming to the countryside to deliver warmth, he's gone mad with killing!

Ignoring the shock of the crowd, Su Ming dusted off his hands, turned around, and finally looked directly at Dr. Allen, giving him a kind smile.

"Alright, the flies are taken care of."

"Now, let's talk about the safety on your gun. Is it off?"

Before the words were finished, a loud crash came from inside the base, and an incredibly heavy alloy gate slammed down, blocking their way in.

They were completely trapped here.