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

"Attack canceled."

Su Ming's words made Ling Qiao, who was about to give the order, pause in her actions.

Ling Qiao was taken aback, her brows furrowing: "Su Ming, the opportunity is fleeting! That technician has lost contact, and the Viper people will soon discover the anomaly. A direct assault is the only option now..."

"Your only chance to die." Su Ming interrupted her, pointing to the seemingly harmless patch of red bushes ahead. "See those red flowers?"

Wang Hu squinted and looked at it closely, even reaching out to push aside the leaves blocking his way for a better look: "Mr. Su, this flower is quite pretty, it looks like a morning glory."

"Don't move."

Su Ming's calm two words made Wang Hu's outstretched hand freeze instantly.

"That's the companion flower of the 'Drunken Vine,' whose pollen contains a potent neurotoxin. Just three milligrams on your skin can cause extremely intense hallucinations."

Wang Hu swallowed hard, then abruptly pulled his hand back: "What...what hallucination?"

"You'll feel like a gorilla courting a mate," Su Ming said expressionlessly. "Then you'll strip naked and chase wild boars through this forest while pole dancing, until you die of exhaustion. Believe me, the image is too beautiful; the National Security Bureau wouldn't want to keep such photos in their files."

Wang Hu: "..."

Liu Jianjun's face turned green; he could already picture it in his mind: Wang Hu, 1.85 meters tall, chasing a wild boar naked... He'd rather step on a landmine right now!

Ling Qiao took a deep breath and stared at Su Ming: "You mean, this whole forest is full of these flowers? How are we going to get across?"

"You guys aren't going." Su Ming took out a pair of dust goggles from his bag, put them on, and tightened his backpack straps. "I'll go."

"You're all alone?" Ling Qiao exclaimed anxiously. "There's at least a reinforced company of soldiers inside! You're just a..."

"A part-time college student," Su Ming replied, tightening the filter of his gas mask as he did so. "Because I'm part-time, I'm the most cost-effective. The three of you are tenured, the compensation is too expensive, and the training period is too long. I'm just a temporary worker; if I were to die in there, it would just mean the school collects one less tuition fee."

"This isn't about money!" Ling Qiao was getting frantic. Did this guy have anything else on his mind besides money and cost accounting?

"This is all about money," Su Ming said seriously. "The 200 million reward includes 'individual infiltration' and 'risk management.' Your mission is to hold the escape route. If I don't come out in two hours, or if this mountain collapses, you retreat."

"The mountain... collapsed?" Liu Jianjun's eyelids twitched. "Mr. Su, you went to steal something, not to carry out demolition work, right?"

Su Ming didn't answer, but instead took out a bottle of medicated oil from his pocket and applied it around his wrists and ankles.

"Mr. Su, is this also an ancient method?" Wang Hu asked with a thirst for knowledge.

"This is to prevent leeches from crawling up my pants and biting my butt." Su Ming tossed the medicated oil to Wang Hu. "Here, this stuff is more effective than a hand grenade in the rainforest."

After saying that, Su Ming turned and walked towards the deadly sea of ​​flowers.

He walked very slowly, stepping into the gaps between the plant roots and stems with each step, weaving sideways through the dense foliage, yet he didn't touch a single red flower.

Ling Qiao, holding her binoculars, watched the figure disappear into the red mist, gritted her teeth, and ordered, "Everyone, listen up! Retreat two hundred meters and establish a defensive position! Wang Hu, get me some medicated oil!"

……

Su Ming walked through the sea of ​​flowers, the cloyingly sweet fragrance blocked out by his gas mask.

The ventilation shaft that the "technician" mentioned is just ahead.

Beneath a massive rock, a metal grille, about half a meter square, was concealed. It was dark inside, from which a warm breeze carrying the smell of cooking oil blew out.

Su Ming squatted down, took out a thin wire from his bag, and poked the padlock on the grille twice.

"Click".

The lock is open.

"These days, the security level of hired mercenaries is not as good as the old man in charge of logistics at our school." Su Ming shook his head and gently pulled open the grille.

A rich aroma of braised beef wafts over.

Su Ming frowned.

"Too much MSG," he muttered, then, like a nimble gecko, silently slid into the greasy pipe.