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

The western warehouse in District K was more of a huge garbage dump than a warehouse.

Discarded machine parts, empty oil drums, and broken computer cases were piled up like mountains. Su Ming's job was to sort these "garbage" and move them to designated areas.

The work is heavy and dusty.

The warehouse was guarded by a fat man nicknamed "Fat Monkey," who spent most of his time lying on a recliner by the door, listening to music with headphones on, and completely indifferent to everything that happened inside the warehouse.

This gave Su Ming an opportunity.

He bent over, struggling to lift the rusty engine casing, his steps faltering as if he were about to be crushed at any moment.

But every step was taken steadily and firmly.

One step, two steps, three steps...

[From the warehouse entrance to the waste pile in Area A, it's thirty-seven steps. The average step length is 0.7 meters, and the total distance is 25.9 meters.]

He "accidentally" tripped over a part under his feet, and his body lurched forward dramatically, with his hands bracing on the ground.

To outsiders, it looked utterly pathetic.

In fact, he could feel the ground shaking at his fingertips.

There is a pipe about 30 centimeters underground; based on the vibration frequency, it carries water. It is approximately 40 centimeters in diameter. Given the enormous water consumption in District K, this should be the main sewage pipe.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and continued carrying loads.

Every turn, every bend, every seemingly unintentional pause is a precise survey.

He was sharp-eyed and meticulous, and knew exactly where he was going, imprinting every detail of his surroundings into his mind.

My grandfather once said that a top-notch scout, even if blindfolded and thrown into an unfamiliar forest, can draw the most accurate map by listening to the wind, the humidity of the ground, and the position of the stars.

Now, Su Ming is using this method to etch the entire K district into his mind.

[Between the third and fourth watchtowers on the east side, there is a section of wall that is darker in color, indicating it was repaired later. Its structural strength is far inferior to the original wall, making it an ideal location for demolition.]

The exhaust pipes in the south kitchen are covered in grease; if ignited, they could produce thick smoke covering half the park and obscuring most of the security cameras.

The patrol team in the north dormitory area always stops for thirty seconds whenever they pass Building No. 2, because that's where the Wi-Fi signal is the best; those guys are all internet addicts.

Each loophole, each route, each key node pieced together a clear three-dimensional map in his mind.

This is no longer a simple two-dimensional diagram.

This is an attack plan map that could completely destroy Zone K...

At noon, the lunch delivery truck arrived.

Su Ming received a bowl of yellowed rice and a few unrecognizable vegetable leaves. He squatted in the corner and wolfed it down, as if he hadn't eaten for days.

Two patrolling guards passed by, saw his appearance, and burst into laughter.

"Look at that kid, he looks like a starving ghost reincarnated."

"College students, they've never experienced hardship. In less than three days, they'll be crying and begging to call their mothers."

One of the guards pulled out his phone from his pocket and waved it smugly: "Damn it, the internet's lagging again. I'm definitely going to make those technicians restart the server when I get back tonight."

Another guard complained, "Yeah, that damn server is in the communications tower, treated like a precious treasure, and they don't let anyone near it. I see Brother Biao and his gang using it to watch movies every day; it's bound to cause trouble sooner or later."

Communications tower! Server!

Su Ming paused for a moment while eating, then resumed his normal eating.

He subtly raised his eyes and looked in the direction the guard was pointing.

In the center of the park, a freestanding signal tower about thirty meters high stands. At the foot of the tower is a two-story building, with two heavily armed sentries standing at the entrance, much more alert than the guards in other places.

That's the nerve center of area K.

All external online fraud instructions and all internal monitoring data are gathered here.

Su Ming had a plan in mind.

[Target locked: Communications tower. Physical structure: Steel frame. Defense: Two stationary sentries, one mobile sentry post. Weakness: The cables are overhead, making them easy to destroy physically. The internal servers are being used privately by guards, posing a possibility of unauthorized access.]

He needs a "key," a key that will allow him to get close to it.

In the afternoon, he continued to "struggle" in the warehouse.

He "accidentally" discovered a box of discarded work gloves, with several rolls of black electrical tape mixed in.

He also found a piece of thin steel wire about ten meters long that had been discarded.

He hid the duct tape and wire inside his trouser leg.

As evening fell and work was finished, Fat Monkey lazily stood up, preparing to lock the door.

Su Ming, carrying a large pile of cardboard boxes, staggered over, then slipped, and the boxes all crashed down in front of Fatty Monkey, blocking his way.

"Damn it! Are you blind?!" Fat Monkey cursed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Monkey!" Su Ming apologized hurriedly, frantically trying to pick it up.

The moment he squatted down, his gaze met that of the large bunch of keys hanging from the fat monkey's waist.

Among the bunch of keys was a special brass key with a gear-like design.

Su Ming had seen this kind of key before; it was a special key for a high-power equipment distribution box in the park. And in the entire park, there was only one place that needed this kind of independent distribution box—the communication tower.

He was quick-witted and memorized the shape, teeth marks, and depth of the key in the blink of an eye.

By the time he finished frantically picking up the cardboard boxes, Fat Monkey had already impatiently locked the door and left.

Su Ming kept his head down and followed the group back to the dormitory. No one noticed that his fingers were secretly imitating and bending a piece of thin steel wire in his pocket...

An identical key is taking shape in his hands.

It was late at night.

Su Ming lay on the bed with his eyes closed, and every detail of the K-district map etched into his mind shone brightly.

In the center of the map, where the communications tower was located, he drew a large red X.

He suddenly heard two guards talking in hushed tones in the corridor.

"Damn it, what bad luck! It's our turn to guard the tower tonight."

"Just bear with it. The big boss is having a video call with VIPs from overseas tonight. The internet absolutely cannot have any problems."

Su Ming suddenly opened his eyes.

[A big boss? A distinguished overseas guest? A video conference?]

A bold, even insane plan instantly took shape in his mind.

Not only should we disconnect them from the internet, but we should also give them a "big gift" before disconnecting them.