Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 420 The feeling of struggle

He knew he needed to take advantage of the enemy's familiarity with the environment and make them think there was nothing suspicious about the area. He quickly adjusted his posture, quietly took out a small stone from the corner where he was hiding, and gently placed it in the corner at the end of the corridor.

"Pah." The stone bounced lightly on the ground, making a faint sound. Though subtle, the sound was enough to shatter the surrounding silence. Su Ming's mind moved, and he quickly retreated, hiding behind the wall, waiting for the enemy's reaction.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the two enemies immediately became alert. They stopped and exchanged a quick glance, as if trying to identify the source of the sound. Su Ming knew that this was the first time he had aroused the enemy's suspicion, and this suspicion would become his next opportunity.

"It must be the wind that blew something." One of them whispered, with obvious uncertainty in his tone, but because of this slight uneasiness, the enemy's pace became slower and more cautious.

"Let's go take a look." Another voice responded, with a hint of tentativeness in the voice, and the footsteps became more cautious.

"Don't worry, check your surroundings again," the former warned calmly. Clearly, they hadn't completely let their guard down. Su Ming knew the enemy hadn't been completely fooled, but this slight doubt caused a subtle shift in their actions. This was the crucial moment for him to intensify his efforts to confuse them.

He decided to further heighten the enemy's sense of unease, creating more doubts and plunging them into a state of inextricable confusion. Su Ming picked up a few more stones and gently tossed them elsewhere in the corridor. Each landing was faint, but enough to heighten the enemy's nerves. As he did so, a subtle atmosphere of tension gradually permeated the previously peaceful corridor.

Sure enough, after hearing the series of noises, the two enemies seemed to grow anxious. They paused again and discussed in low voices for a moment. Su Ming's heartbeat quickened, knowing he was on the verge of success.

"Let's check separately to make sure nothing is missed." One of them finally spoke, with a strong sense of urgency in his tone.

"Okay," another person responded, and it was clear that they had decided to put aside their initial doubts and get started.

This was exactly what Su Ming had been expecting. He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the enemy's vigilance had decreased, and now was the perfect time for him to unleash his strategy.

Su Ming leaned gently against the cold wall, his fingers unconsciously stroking the barrel of his gun, as if to offer himself a faint comfort. His eyelids grew heavy, and an inexplicable sense of fatigue gradually washed over him. This exhaustion came not only from physical exhaustion but also from a mental crushing force, as if every moment was constantly ripping at his will.

He hadn't rested properly for days, and his mind was filled with unending images. Those abandoned confidential documents, that once impassable iron gate, and those enemies who followed him like a shadow, had long since become a shadow in his mind. Every detail, every memory weighed heavy on him, like a burden he couldn't lift. He knew he was lost in this world, and all his struggles, all his resistance, seemed to lead him nowhere.

"What am I holding on to?" he whispered to himself, his tone filled with a sense of helpless exhaustion. His inner anxiety kept him from calming down. Whenever he began to let his guard down, he would be filled with unease, worried that he would make a fatal mistake in some detail.

He raised his head again, his gaze traversing the gloomy passage, taking in the gradually blurring images. The sound of footsteps was still clear in his ears, the suffocating pressure making each step feel incredibly heavy. He had persisted in this darkness for far too long, had clearly had the opportunity to escape this vortex long before, yet he had never given up. Even now, he still held on.

"I can't stop..." Su Ming muttered to himself, closing his eyes and trying to calm himself. He told himself that no matter how exhausted he was, no matter how difficult it was, he couldn't let up. The goal behind him, the mission that had once filled him with hope, was still the only thing that kept him going.

Just as he was about to lose control, a faint voice shattered the chaos in his mind. It seemed to come from far away, or more accurately, from a corner deep in the darkness. Su Ming's eyes snapped open, his heartbeat rapidly accelerating.

The enemy is coming again?

His eyes instantly sharpened into blades, his body involuntarily tensing. He didn't dwell on his momentary slackness, instead completely focusing on the situation at hand. His fatigue was washed away by the brief moment of tension, and his mind quickly regained its composure, even sharper than before. He knew there was no room for slackness at this moment.

Holding his breath, Su Ming pricked up his ears, trying to identify the source of the sound. The footsteps grew closer, without hesitation, as if the enemy had become completely accustomed to this rhythm. Suddenly, Su Ming smiled slightly, a glint of insight flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, he didn't rush to act, but remained quietly hidden, blending completely into the shadows. A few seconds later, the enemies finally approached him, their footsteps becoming unusually clear, and he could almost hear their gentle breathing. He tightened his grip on the gun, but a subtle sense of confidence filled his heart.

They underestimated the enemy too much.

The enemies' pace was hurried, their voices tinged with impatience and irritation. Though their conversation was whispered, their anxiety was unmistakable. Clearly, the enemies felt a sense of unease as well, but they didn't realize they had walked into a trap set by Su Ming.

"Where the hell is he?" one of them said, his voice filled with dissatisfaction, as if he was losing patience with the current situation. "We have enough clues, but we can't find him!"

"Don't worry, he won't be too far away." Another voice responded, a little gloomy in its tone, "As long as we look carefully again, we will definitely find him."

Su Ming couldn't help but smile at these words. The enemy was already growing restless, their plans beginning to falter, and this was exactly what he had hoped for. He knew that the enemy's state was no longer as calm and resolute as before, but now filled with impatience and anxiety. He lowered his head slightly, gently regulating his breathing, and refocused his attention.

He's going to take advantage of this.

Su Ming was still filled with exhaustion, but that exhaustion had long since been replaced by a desperate desire to survive in this precarious situation. Like a hunter cornered in a corner, he had no choice but to fight tooth and nail. Every decision could mean the difference between life and death, and every second of negligence could plunge him into an irretrievable situation. In this moment, he must give it his all, without even a moment of slack.

"Give me a few seconds," Su Ming said silently in his heart. After a moment, he gently moved his body and quietly approached the enemy, his eyes closely watching their every move.

The enemy remained unaware of his position and even began to separate, rapidly scanning the surroundings. All of this was within Su Ming's expectations. As long as the enemy's attention was distracted, he would have the opportunity to take action and even reverse the situation.

A few seconds passed, and Su Ming's heartbeat quickened again, but he remained unfazed. As the enemy's footsteps receded, he bit his lip tightly, lowered his body, and quickly bypassed their surveillance, beginning to sneak towards their rear.

At this point, the enemy barely noticed his movements, still searching for his target. But Su Ming wasn't in a rush to attack. He knew he needed more patience. He approached quietly, his figure moving through the darkness like a ghost, his mind still on guard.

However, the exhaustion didn't completely dissipate; instead, it intensified with each tense moment. Despite this, Su Ming's heart remained anchored by a strong conviction. No matter what, he knew he couldn't retreat at this juncture. Every successful escape brought him one step closer to his goal, but the price of all this was endless exhaustion and loneliness.

Almost at the moment the enemies completely dispersed, Su Ming suddenly rushed out, quickly approached one enemy, and swiftly pressed his gun against his back. The enemy froze, not even having time to react. At that moment, Su Ming felt the fatigue in his head instantly dissipate, as if all his strength had been concentrated in that moment. He whispered, "Don't move."

He didn't look back, staring at the staircase and narrow corridor before him, his clenched fingers unconsciously tightening. The atmosphere was incredibly tense; the enemy was not far away, poised to appear at any moment. Su Ming took a deep breath and quickly scanned the expressions of his team members. The tension and determination on each face escaped his gaze. This was a mission from which there was no turning back, and all he could do was lead them to the end.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, his eyes scanning everyone before finally resting on team member Zhang Kai. Zhang Kai nodded slightly, his eyes filled with undisguised nervousness and excitement. That feeling of struggling on the brink of life and death was something every agent had experienced.

"We can only move forward. There's no turning back." Su Ming took one last look at his team, confirming everyone was ready. Then he took a sudden step forward, leading the team into the corridor. Every step was fraught with danger, and every corner could be an ambush of death, but Su Ming didn't hesitate.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in front, and the door at the end of the corridor was violently slammed open. A group of enemies in uniform rushed out, holding submachine guns in their hands, with cold light flashing in their eyes.