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

The massive fuselage of the Y-20 drew a heavy trail on the runway before finally coming to a stop on the tarmac of a military airport in the southern region.

The hot, humid air rushed into the cabin, carrying the unique tropical smells of vegetation and earth.

Su Ming was the first to step off the gangway, still wearing the same faded T-shirt, carrying a worn canvas bag, and with his hands in his pockets.

His relaxed demeanor made him look more like he was on a cheap Southeast Asian tour than on an SSS-level mission.

Closely following behind was the bodyguard, Xiao Wang.

The soldier was carrying two thick rolls of hemp rope and a package that smelled strongly of Chinese medicine. His expression was serious, his steps were steady, but his eyes revealed a sense of bewilderment.

He still can't figure out what these things have to do with the "immortal virus".

On the tarmac, next to a military jeep, stood a person with an upright posture.

She wore a black tactical vest and camouflage trousers, with military boots on her feet, and had a lithe figure. She had short, neat hair and healthy tan skin.

She frowned when she saw Su Ming.

too young.

He looked as young as a high school student who had wandered into the wrong place.

"National Security, Ling Qiao, codename 'Ling Cat'." She didn't salute, but simply nodded, her voice indifferent.

Her gaze lingered on Su Ming for a second before turning directly to Xiao Wang behind him and the "equipment" he was carrying.

"Report! I am Mr. Su's temporary bodyguard, Wang Hu!" Xiao Wang put down his things, straightened his chest, and saluted.

Ling Qiao's gaze fell on the two rolls of hemp rope and the medicine packet, her scrutinizing eyes turning into doubt.

She stepped forward, squatted down, opened the cloth bag, and smelled it.

A strange smell, a mixture of angelica, realgar, and mugwort, hit my nostrils.

She was silent.

"Is this the 'biology and trace evidence expert' that the command center mentioned was transferred from Beijing?"

Ling Qiao stood up, looked at Su Ming again, and spoke with a mocking tone.

"Su Ming, part-time." He said succinctly.

Ling Qiao's lips twitched.

Part-time? An SSS-level national mission, and they sent someone on a part-time basis?

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant: Which leader's son is this, someone who got in through connections to gain experience? Or is the command headquarters' talent pool already so strained?

She swiped open the tactical tablet in her hand and brought up Su Ming's information, but the content was encrypted with the highest level of access, and she could only see his name and age.

Ling Qiao simply ignored him and continued, "The briefing I received said that the expert is proficient in wilderness survival and can provide decisive support for this operation."

She paused, then pointed to something on the ground.

"So this is your 'decisive support'? A packet of Chinese herbal medicine and two rolls of hemp rope?"

"Are you planning to give the virus acupuncture in the rainforest, or hang it with a rope?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wang, who was standing next to him, turned red in the face. He felt that the woman's words were too impulsive, but since she held a higher rank than him, he dared not utter a sound.

"Are you the frontline commander for this operation?" Su Ming finally spoke, asking a question that had nothing to do with sarcasm.

"Yes." Ling Qiao raised her chin slightly, quite proudly. She was one of the youngest action team leaders, and her abilities and combat achievements were impeccable.

"Do you have a detailed map of this place?" Su Ming asked again.

"Of course." Ling Qiao opened the Jeep door, took out a tactical tablet, and showed a high-precision satellite map, which was covered with red dots and lines. She explained, "This is the 'Weeping Rainforest,' covering an area of ​​300 kilometers. We have high-precision real-time satellite images of this area, as well as thermal imaging dynamics over the past 72 hours."

Su Ming's gaze swept across the tablet, and he said, "The briefing says that 'Shield Biotech' has hired the 'Viper' mercenary force to seal off the core area."

"That's right, 'Viper' is a veteran of South American jungle warfare, well-equipped, with at least a reinforced company of soldiers." Ling Qiao knew these figures by heart.

"They've set up three lines of defense around the perimeter, a mix of booby traps, infrared sensors, and sonar detectors. But we've already planned the best infiltration route, which can avoid 90% of the known traps." She swiped open her tablet, and a blue route map appeared.

Su Ming glanced at it and then shook his head.

"Your route won't work."

Ling Qiao's face immediately fell: "You're questioning my professional judgment? This route is the best solution derived from three days of data analysis and artificial intelligence simulation!"

"Data is static, but people are dynamic." Su Ming pointed to the entrance of the route on the map, an unremarkable valley.

"This place," he said calmly, "is a trap."

Ling Qiao laughed in anger: "A trap? My men scouted the area with a drone just twenty minutes ago, and there was nothing there except a few monkeys! What makes you say that?"

Su Ming withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at her, but turning to Xiao Wang, who was already dumbfounded beside him.

"Xiao Wang, could you please show her the SMS message indicating that my payment has been credited to your account?"

Xiao Wang was stunned: "Huh?" His mind went blank for a moment. Could it be that... Mr. Su's ultimate weapon against this female agent... was flaunting his wealth?

"Show it to her."

Although Xiao Wang was completely confused, he still obeyed the order, took the phone from Su Ming, and showed Ling Qiao the bank transfer notification on the screen.

Ling Qiao frowned as she took the phone, thinking to herself, "I'd like to see what you're up to."

When she saw the dizzying string of numbers on the screen, her breath caught in her throat.

Two hundred million!

She had carried out countless missions that were fraught with danger, but even the highest-level commendation had never reached such an astonishing amount.

Ling Qiao was stunned for a moment.

What kind of expert charges 200 million for an appearance? Is he made of gold?!

She suddenly raised her head and stared at Su Ming in disbelief.

"Rookie, listen up." Su Ming met her gaze, his tone calm.

"I'm standing here not because I have a good attitude, nor because I look like an expert."

"Because I am very expensive."

"Now, I'll say it again. Your route is a trap."

"A killing zone that can wipe you and your squad out."