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

The vanguard of the black storm had completely engulfed the cave behind them.

Visibility plummeted to less than ten meters, leaving only a dark yellow chaos and deafening howling winds between heaven and earth.

Su Ming stood steadily to the side of the sand sled, his eyes slightly narrowed, like a cheetah patrolling its territory, keeping a close eye on the dunes' direction, slope, and subtle changes in wind direction.

Whenever the sand sled is about to rush up a sand dune with high and low undulations, he can always make a slight adjustment to the direction in advance, allowing the waterproof cloth to absorb the wind power, and the whole person and the sand sled will leap over lightly like a skier.

Zhao Gang, dragging his sand sled behind, watched Su Ming's maneuvers and was completely dumbfounded.

Fuck!

This isn't escaping for your life; this is playing with your life! It's extreme sports where death is the backdrop!

"Mr. Su! There's a huge pit ahead!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Su Ming didn't turn his head; his voice pierced the wind and came clearly:

"I saw it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled the rope, and the sand sled drew a strange arc, cutting diagonally across a sand ridge.

Just as the sand sled was about to plunge into the sand pit, he used a gust of wind to pull hard, raising the sled head high and sending it whizzing past the edge of the sand pit!

"Bang!"

When the sled landed, Gu Weiguang felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

She had just caught her breath when she heard Su Ming's calm yet somewhat frightening voice:

"Dr. Gu, bow your head."

"what?"

She instinctively looked down, and a piece of dead wood, whipped up by the storm, whistled past her head, grazing her hair as it flew away.

Gu Weiguang gasped, his body breaking out in a cold sweat.

If she had been even half a second slower, her head would be split open by now.

"Hurry up, we need to speed things up now," Su Ming said.

"What!" Gu Changfeng exclaimed in horror.

"We need to speed things up!"

Su Ming ignored him and instead loosened a section of the rope, allowing a larger area of ​​the sand sled's waterproof fabric to face the strong wind.

The wind pressure increased dramatically, and the speed of the sand sled soared once again!

The whole world turned into a blurry yellow afterimage in Gu Weiguang's eyes.

She heard the wind screaming, the sand howling, and her heart pounding.

But what shocked her even more was the back view of the boy standing on the edge of the sled.

He appeared relaxed, but his muscles were taut like a bow.

He wasn't fighting the storm.

He is riding the storm!

Ten minutes later, the intensity of the black storm began to weaken.

Su Ming seized the opportunity, pulled the rope sharply, and the sand sled cut diagonally down a gentle slope, finally coming to a steady stop on a relatively flat sandy area.

Zhao Gang and his bodyguards also stopped one after another, all collapsing onto the sand sled, panting heavily like fish out of water.

Gu Changfeng's face was deathly pale, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, and his legs, which were slumped on the sand sled, were shaking uncontrollably.

Gu Weiguang wasn't much better off, but her eyes were fixed on Su Ming.

She had so many questions to ask.

But in the end, she only managed to stammer, "You...you're a madman!"

Upon hearing this, Su Ming finally turned to look at her. His eyes, which had been squinting in the wind and sand, were now fully open, as black as ink. Instead of the relief of surviving a disaster, they held a hint of amusement.

"Thank you for the compliment," he replied casually.

"I'd rather be a living madman than a rational dead man."

Zhao Gang scrambled to his feet, watching the black storm gradually recede into the distance, still shaken: "Mr. Su, what should we do now..."

Before he could finish speaking, a deep rumble suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone looked up.

The sandstorm hadn't completely dissipated, but the sound was becoming clearer and clearer.

It was the sound of helicopter rotors, but not coming from the direction of the raging storm behind them.

"Is...is it a rescue?" Gu Changfeng asked, his voice trembling, a glimmer of hope in it.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

That sound wasn't from a standard helicopter of the Chinese military.

Through the thin sand and mist, he saw a completely black armed helicopter flying towards them at high speed.

On the side of the fuselage, a menacing fox head logo stands out starkly in the dim light.

Black Fox.

Zhao Gang's face darkened, and he cursed through gritted teeth, "Damn it, are these bastards like a persistent leech? They just won't go away!"