Shu furrows her brow, her mind searching for a potential approach. "This may be more complex than we hoped. A search by air would make the most sense - but I doubt we will be able to secure the necessary permissions very quickly, and by then..."

The cows would be mincemeat. (Literally.)

"Should we report back to the farmer with o -- "

Shu is interrupted by a truly deafening 'moo' from He Sheng that almost knocks her off her feet.

"He Sheng! What are you -- "

In the far distance, there comes an echoing 'moo' in response. He Sheng quickly trots (for what passes as a trot for an ox) away in that direction, leaving Shu somewhat dumbfounded.