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

The sound of the armed helicopter's rotors grew closer, and the dust it kicked up blinded everyone.

Zhao Gang wiped the sand off his face, picked up the rifle he had seized from the Black Fox mercenaries, and aimed it at the ever-growing black dot in the sky.

"Mr. Su, I'll cover you, you guys hurry..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Ming reached out and pressed down on the muzzle of his gun.

"Don't shoot."

"Huh?" Zhao Gang was stunned.

"A rifle shooting down a helicopter?" Su Ming glanced at him.

Even gua sha masters aren't as professional as you.

Zhao Gang was speechless.

Damn it, that's harsh, but it's the truth. No matter how powerful it is, it's still just a 5.56mm assault rifle. It can shoot people, but against an armored helicopter? That's like scraping the surface.

Once they fire, their position will be completely exposed, making them easy targets for airborne heavy firepower.

"What do we do then?" Gu Changfeng's voice trembled. "Are we just going to wait to die?"

Su Ming didn't answer. He looked up and squinted at the approaching armed helicopter in the sky.

The helicopter was at an altitude of about 200 meters and was descending, clearly preparing to conduct ground strafing.

On the side of the fuselage, the muzzle of a heavy machine gun had already begun to rotate.

Su Ming turned around, pulled the nylon rope used to tie the waterproof cloth off the sled, and took out the copper wire that had never been used before from his backpack.

"Mr. Su, you..." Zhao Gang looked at his actions and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

Su Ming ignored him and continued working quickly.

He first folded the nylon rope in half, tied a knot in the middle, and then wrapped copper wire around both ends to make two simple grips.

The whole process took less than thirty seconds.

A Y-shaped slingshot appeared in his hand.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

slingshot?

Are you fucking serious?

"Mr. Su..." Zhao Gang swallowed hard. "You wouldn't be thinking of using this thing..."

"Masturbate." Su Ming finished his sentence, his tone calm.

Gu Weiguang completely lost his mind: "Are you crazy? That's an attack helicopter! Not a sparrow!"

"I know." Su Ming squatted down, picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground, and weighed it in his hand.

"So we need to pick better bullets."

As he spoke, he picked up several more pieces, finally choosing a sandstone fragment with an irregular surface and sharp edges.

"This is it."

Zhao Gang stared at the broken stone in his hand, completely stunned.

The vision has become too narrow, truly too narrow.

He suddenly understood the Black Fox mercenaries who had been tormented to death by Su Ming.

When facing a madman who doesn't play by the rules at all, any tactical skill is useless.

The helicopter had descended to 150 meters, and the beam of its onboard searchlight swept over.

"There! At ten o'clock!" came the pilot's excited shout from the cockpit.

The next second, the heavy machine gun opened fire.

"Da da da da—!"

A string of flames descended from the sky, and bullets struck the sand, exploding into a series of sand pillars.

"Scatter!" Zhao Gang shouted, dragging Gu Changfeng and rolling on the ground.

Gu Weiguang was also pinned down behind the sand dune by the bodyguards.

Only Su Ming remained standing still.

He raised his slingshot, his eyes fixed on the helicopter in the sky.

Wind speed, distance, propeller speed, fuselage tilt angle...

Countless data points flashed through his mind.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

The moment the helicopter adjusted its attitude, ready for the second round of strafing.

three seconds.

two seconds.

one second.

It's now!

Su Ming suddenly pulled back the slingshot, the nylon rope stretched to its limit, making a "crunching" sound.

He let go.

"Whoosh—!"

The sandstone fragment shot out like a cannonball, drawing a strange arc in the air.

Zhao Gang lay prone behind the sand dune, only to hear a sharp whooshing sound, and then...

"Bang!"

A muffled thud came from the sky.

Immediately following was a piercing, abnormal noise from the propeller.

"Warning! Engine malfunction! Warning!"

The alarms blared in the cabin, and the pilot's face turned ashen.

What did he just see?

A stone?

A damn rock flew up from below and smashed right into the engine's air intake!

The helicopter began to shake violently, like a runaway iron top, and plunged headfirst toward the ground!

"Urgent SOS! Urgent SOS!"

The pilot frantically pulled on the control stick, but it was all in vain; the engine had completely shut down.

An armed helicopter worth tens of millions of dollars crashed from the sky.

"boom--!"

Amidst a deafening explosion, the helicopter crashed on a sand dune 500 meters away, and a huge fireball shot into the sky, illuminating half the heavens.

Zhao Gang climbed up from behind the sand dune and stared dumbfounded at the burning wreckage in the distance.

He turned to look at Su Ming.

Su Mingzheng casually brushed the sand off his hands and said, "Basic stuff, don't be silly, everyone sit down."

"..."

Zhao Gang suddenly felt a little sorry for those bastards from Black Fox.

This guy is definitely not a college student doing part-time work.

This is a walking natural disaster.