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

Inside a private bank vault on the shores of Lake Geneva in Switzerland, which is not open to the public.

The air was consistently warm and humid, and so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

A man dressed in a bespoke suit, codenamed "Agent," is calmly watching the final report being projected back via hologram.

The report comes from the oral history of "Butcher," the commander of the Black Fox Mercenary Group.

The content was brief, but every word exuded a kind of insane madness.

"...He emerged from the sand wall, the wind his steed."

"...We opened fire with heavy machine guns, and the bullets flew around him."

"...He used only one stone to take down 'Cobra.' I saw it with my own eyes; the stone, like a cannonball..."

"...He is not human, he is the devil of Lop Nur, the god of the desert..."

The agent turned off the projector, remained silent for two seconds, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Ha, is the butcher's brain filled with sand?"

He shook his head, picked up the whiskey on the table, and took a sip.

"Shooting planes with rocks? Next time, should we say this kid can breathe fire? I think he's gone mad from the sun, he should just be sent to a mental hospital."

The agent clicked his tongue and casually tossed the report into the shredder.

"A mercenary is a mercenary; they start making up myths when they encounter a little setback."

He put down his wine glass, but his eyes gradually turned dangerous.

"But then again..."

The agent tapped the table, his voice low.

"To have driven that madman, the Butcher, to this extent, this kid must be quite interesting."

His "Black Fox" unit is an elite force capable of going toe-to-toe with regular armies on the Middle Eastern battlefield.

So their hideout was taken over by a "devil"?

Even armed helicopters worth tens of millions of US dollars have been turned into a pile of scrap metal?

shame.

What a disgrace!

He had to do something to recover the losses and, more importantly, to restore his reputation in the underworld.

The agent opened an encrypted interface, entering the dark web—"Hell's Kitchen"—that mercenaries and assassins around the world rely on for their livelihood.

He skillfully typed out lines of text, creating a new bounty.

[Bounty Level: S (Urgent)]

Mission Codename: Desert Ghost

[Target Description: An Asian male, approximately 18-20 years old, with a highly deceptive appearance, seemingly an ordinary college student. Extremely dangerous! Extremely dangerous! Extremely dangerous!]

[Known abilities (based on survivor descriptions, not fully confirmed):]

[1. Environmentally friendly: It is suspected of having a small-scale influence on the weather, especially in desert areas, where it can control sandstorms.]

2. Super strength: He was once witnessed overturning a three-ton SUV with one hand.

[3. Kinetic Weapon Immunity: Conventional light weapon fire cannot inflict effective damage on it; it possesses an unknown field or ultra-high-speed evasion ability.]

[4. Deadly Throw: Capable of throwing ordinary stones with the power of an anti-material sniper rifle, and has a record of shooting down armed helicopters.]

[Reward: US$50 million]

[Additional terms: A reward of US$100 million will be given to anyone providing accurate intelligence. A reward of US$500 million will be given to anyone providing an analysis of the principles behind the ability.]

The moment the post was published, the entire S-rank mission area of ​​"Hell's Kitchen" exploded.

"Fifty million US dollars? Has the agent gone mad? Is he trying to buy the president of a small country?"

"Hahaha! Flipping an SUV with one hand? Kinetic energy immunity? I thought I'd stumbled into a Hollywood screenwriters' forum! Is this description for real?"

"I suspect the Black Fox people ingested something unclean and saw a mirage in the desert. Next time, I suggest they bring a priest to exorcise it."

"Don't be silly, this is obviously an excuse the agent is making up to cover up Black Fox's complete defeat. Losing to a 'god' sounds better than losing to the Chinese special forces. This is a typical 'saving face' offer."

The forum was filled with schadenfreude, with countless top assassins and mercenary groups treating the bounty as the joke of the year.

……

Meanwhile, at the Western Hills Command Center in the capital of the Dragon Kingdom.

The same wanted poster, translated into Chinese, was placed on the white-haired veteran's desk.

Li Changfeng stood to the side, his eyes twitching as he looked at the exaggerated description.

"He flipped an SUV with one hand... That must be fake. The car was buried in sand that day, he didn't flip it."

"Kinetic immunity...that's fake too, he's just fast."

"As for this masturbation..."

Li Changfeng swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "Commander, this... seems to be true."

The generals present looked at the bounty notice that their foreign counterparts had made a joke of, their faces devoid of any smiles, their expressions extremely solemn.

joke?

They wish this were a complete joke!

"They treated him like a god or a demon, while we treated him like a treasure."

The old general sighed deeply and tapped his fingers heavily on the table.

But in that kid's eyes, he was probably just a student earning extra money.

He raised his head and his gaze swept over everyone present.

"They've put a $50 million bounty on his head."

"And what about us?"

A general in charge of logistics immediately stood up: "Reporting, sir, a top-level secret merit account has been set up for Comrade Su Ming, and funds can be deposited at any time!"

"not enough!"

The old general slammed his fist on the table, his voice booming like thunder.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping across the room, his voice resolute.

"Pass on my orders!"

"Starting now, post comments in 'Hell's Kitchen'!"

"Issue an SSS-level 'Reverse Bounty' mission!"

"Mission Objective: Codename 'Agent,' and all organizations and individuals willing to take on the assassination of 'Desert Ghost.'"

"The reward is not money."

A murderous glint flashed in the old general's eyes.

"The bounty is—a permanent kill order from the Dragon Kingdom. Anyone who accepts this order, no matter how far away, will be brought to justice!"

"Let them know that the people of our Dragon Kingdom are not to be trifled with!"

Everyone in the command room stood up in unison, their voices booming in response:

"yes!"