Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 405: At this moment, it surges like a tide

He was startled, but didn't flinch. Instead, he decisively swung his dagger, piercing the man's shoulder with precision. The man groaned, and his flashlight fell to the ground, the beam slanting as he fell. Su Ming picked up the flashlight without hesitation and continued forward. He knew this was not the time to relax; he had to keep running until he had completely shaken off the group.

As the smoke gradually cleared and the enemy's shouts faded, Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief. However, he remained vigilant. He knew these men were merely outposts, and the real danger lay beyond. The brief encounter had revealed his adversaries' extraordinary combat prowess and rigorous training; they were clearly no ordinary mercenaries. This realization rattled his nerves once again—who had Zhang Feng colluded with? Why were they so relentless in their pursuit of him?

He continued walking through the narrow corridors, gradually realizing that this place wasn't just an abandoned factory, but more like a converted secret base. Occasionally, strange markings could be seen on the walls, and traces of chains remained on the doorframes. All of this made Su Ming increasingly certain that this place was hiding some unspeakable secret. And Zhang Feng was likely closely connected to it.

"If I can find the core area here, perhaps I can uncover the truth behind this," Su Ming thought to himself. Though he was in danger, his inner obsession with finding the truth only grew stronger. Perhaps only by uncovering this mystery could he truly escape the pursuit and completely bring down Zhang Feng.

At the end of the corridor, a faint hum of electricity could be heard. Su Ming paused, catching his breath and calming himself. He slowly approached the area and, through the crack in the worn door, saw a control room filled with electronic equipment. Several monitors flickered faintly, seemingly operating on their own. The room was empty, looking hastily abandoned, yet the power remained on.

Su Ming walked slowly inside and carefully closed the door. He quickly checked his surroundings, making sure there were no ambushes before turning his attention to the computers. The flashing characters and charts on the screens puzzled him, but after a closer examination, his expression suddenly grew serious. The data seemed to be related to some experimental project, and the folders contained a large amount of encrypted information. These files were clearly extremely confidential, even bearing code names and instructions.

"What the hell is this..." Su Ming frowned. He vaguely felt that he had inadvertently touched upon a huge conspiracy, and the core of this conspiracy was most likely the target that Zhang Feng was pursuing.

As he pondered this, a sudden burst of hurried footsteps echoed from outside the control room, accompanied by the sound of metal clashing. Su Ming's heart tightened. He quickly copied the file on the screen to the USB drive he was carrying, then quickly turned off all devices, returned to the door, and held his breath.

The sounds outside the door grew closer. Su Ming's hand once again tightened around the dagger, his body pressed against the wall. He could almost feel the blood rushing through his veins. This time, he might not be able to escape as easily as before. He knew that these pursuers were determined to keep his secret secret and would not let him go easily.

The door was suddenly flung open, and several flashlight beams pierced the darkness, revealing several heavily armed pursuers filing in. Their sharp eyes and deft movements clearly showed they were well-trained warriors. Su Ming watched their movements with bated breath. He knew that if they discovered the data had been stolen, the entire base would be sealed off, and he would have no chance of escape.

"No one's here," one of the soldiers reported in a low voice. "Check if the control console has been tampered with."

Su Ming's heart tightened, knowing it was impossible to completely erase the traces of the copied files. Seeing the soldiers about to discover his presence, he took a deep breath and silently slipped out the door. Just as he was about to successfully leave, a sharp alarm suddenly rang out throughout the corridor—the base's internal defense system had activated!

"He's still here! Seal all exits!" The commander's roar echoed through the loudspeaker, harsh and rapid. Su Ming knew he had nowhere to retreat. He quickly rushed to the other side of the passage, hoping to find a new way out before the pursuers surrounded him.

Amid the sirens, Su Ming's mind remained remarkably calm. He silently chanted, "Calm down, calm down. There's no turning back, only forward." Every step he took was on the brink of life and death, but he remained fearless, for only by moving forward could he survive.

Su Ming's life was filled with uncertainty, as time flowed through the shattering flames of war, and he himself drifted like a rootless duckweed in these chaotic waters. He had just left a small town in the south, arriving in the big city full of hope, but was quickly forced into a corner by the complex situation from which he could hardly escape.

He wasn't born to be a spy, nor did he choose this path out of idealism. It was a chance encounter with a friend who had been missing for days that entangled Su Ming in a complex conspiracy. He initially thought it was just an ordinary street fight, but behind that seemingly ordinary conflict, a deeper and more unspeakable secret was revealed.

This world always seemed to harbor invisible forces, manipulating the fate of every ordinary person. Su Ming had never imagined he would intersect with these forces, but when he overheard the words of his missing friend, he began to feel uneasy. The other person whispered to him, "Someone is looking for you. What happened tonight was no coincidence."

He suddenly understood what kind of vortex he had fallen into - no longer ordinary life, but a world of turbulent undercurrents.

Over the next few days, Su Ming's life changed dramatically. He began receiving frequent calls from strangers, and mysterious missions followed one after another. Each mission was like a dart, shattering his peaceful routine and bringing endless risks and uncertainties. Knowing that enemy spies were lurking around him, knowing that he could be exposed at any moment, he could not withdraw.

Once, he was assigned to meet a foreign businessman with an important document he planned to hand over to him. That night, the streets were deserted and foggy. Su Ming's heartbeat was irregular, and any slight movement in the night made him nervous. The businessman and he arranged to meet in an abandoned warehouse. Su Ming was well aware that such a meeting was fraught with risk and uncertainty.

The map in his hand caused him considerable distress, guiding him step by step towards the edge of danger. Everything around him was filled with oppression, as if the very air itself ached. He paused and whispered, "What will fate have in store tonight?" He knew he had reached a fork in the road from which there was no turning back.

Entering the warehouse, he saw the businessman standing in a corner, his face pale and tense. He clutched the document tightly, as if waiting for something. However, Su Ming suddenly had a strong intuition—he and the man weren't the only ones in the warehouse. That subtle presence could give him away at any moment.

"Give me the file." Su Ming's voice was without any hesitation.

The businessman hesitated for a moment, seemingly weighing something, before finally handing the document to Su Ming. As soon as he received the document, Su Ming barely had time to examine it before he felt a strong sense of oppression surge from all directions. The warehouse door was quickly closed, and several figures suddenly jumped out from a dark corner.

His intuition was correct; he was surrounded on all sides. Su Ming suddenly hid the documents in his arms, his heart pounding, but he quickly calmed down and thought about how to escape. Then, he made a decision—he pretended to be indifferent and slowly backed away, his eyes fixed on the men.

One of them looked at him and sneered, "Do you think you can get away with this document?"

Su Ming didn't respond, silently calculating his opponent's every move. He knew that in this situation, the only way to survive was to remain calm. He deliberately walked slowly, provoking his enemy's contempt, then suddenly leaped to the side, taking advantage of the momentary opening to rush towards the warehouse exit.

An explosion suddenly erupted, the shockwave radiating from behind him, sending a sharp pain through his eardrums. Without hesitation, Su Ming ran for another exit. The entire warehouse instantly filled with smoke and dust. The enemy, distracted by the sudden reaction and sabotage devices, was able to escape within a few seconds.

His heart was pounding, and cold sweat soaked the back of his shirt. However, he did not look back, but instead ran all the way, relying on his body's instincts, until he completely shook off the pursuers' sight.

After escaping the warehouse, Su Ming was covered in blood, but he felt every nerve in his body throbbing. He knew that behind all this, there were too many unbearable secrets.

He knew full well that once he embarked on this path, there would be no turning back. But how could he stop? This world, filled with lies and delusion, had entangled him tightly, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape.

Even after Su Ming escaped the abandoned warehouse, his heart was still beating violently, as if it threatened to burst from his chest. Every step he took resonated heavily, and even the cold wind sliced ​​through his skin like a blade. His thoughts were in a turmoil, filled with doubt and fear about his next move. Yet, he dared not stop, fearing that if he did, he would be reeled in by the relentless pursuers.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. At this moment, he had to admit that the world was completely different from what he had imagined. Everyone was desperately struggling to survive, and any mistake could cause them to disappear forever in this relentless vortex.

The footsteps grew more urgent. The streets were deserted, with only scattered shadows cast by the dim streetlights in the distance. Su Ming felt tired, and the pain in his legs made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he persisted in moving forward, not daring to pause. A voice filled his heart: I can't stop. I can't let myself be caught.

His gaze involuntarily fell to the vaguely visible alley ahead. It was a familiar alley he had passed countless times, and he had even hidden many secrets in it. Su Ming's heartbeat slowed slightly at this thought. He knew that if they could enter the alley, it would be extremely difficult to find him from here.

He quickly caught his breath, leaning against the wall as he entered the alley, disappearing into the thick night. The air was cold, and the walls on both sides of the alley were so close together that it seemed to suffocate him. The cracks on the wall seemed like traces of time, and each tiny scratch seemed to remind him that this city was not as peaceful as it seemed.

He walked quickly, but a vague emotion lingered within him, like a fog. He paused, leaning against a wall, and remained motionless for a long moment. Suddenly, the image of that moment in the warehouse flashed back to him: those men approached him with sneers, his heart felt as if it were being gripped by a giant hand. Only when he leaped out of the trap did he breathe a sigh of relief.

But soon, he fell into another thought. That document—he knew that his escape from the warehouse was entirely due to the other party's contempt and a few seconds of luck. And this document might be the key to determining his future.

"If this document falls into the wrong hands..." He muttered to himself, his vision dimming as images of things emerged involuntarily in his mind. He had never truly considered the meaning behind these things. What on earth did all this have to do with him?

At first, everything in his life was simple. His mission was simply to deliver a letter and exchange some information. But as time went on, he began to realize that the world was already shrouded in layers of veils. Everyone had their own role, and he had already been swept up in it, unable to extricate himself.

He clutched the documents tightly in his hands. The cold wind blew from the alley entrance, seemingly mercilessly blowing away his thoughts. He didn't know how to continue. Faced with unknown dangers and an increasingly complex situation, his heart began to waver. The fear, confusion, and even doubts about his own identity all came flooding back at this moment.

Su Ming gritted his teeth, refusing to give in. He knew that if he stopped, he would never get back up. Whether the abyss lay ahead or another unknown world, he had no choice but to keep going.

He walked to the end of the alley, leaning against the wall, and suddenly stopped. At that moment, he heard footsteps, the kind of rapid and heavy steps. Someone was following him. Without hesitation, he turned and slipped through a small door at the side. It was a shabby shop, the door was unlocked, and the inside was dark and filled with a stagnant smell.