Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 206 The Dagger at the Waist

But now, he found out that he was wrong. That cold attitude and calm but distant instructions were like an invisible barrier, pulling them further apart.

"Su Ming." The master's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Su Ming's heart tightened, and he quickly turned around. His master was still standing there, his back to him, his entire body seemingly blending into the shadows of the basement, as indifferent as ever, as if the previous conversation and that slight emotional fluctuation had never existed.

"Any other questions?" The master's tone was cold and even the tone of the question seemed formal, as if he was dealing with a routine matter.

Su Ming opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know how to express the complex emotions in his heart. He knew that his master would see through his every word, and at this moment, he didn't want his master to think he was weak or emotional.

"No, no problem." Su Ming's voice was a little low, with a hesitation that he himself was not aware of. He looked at his master's back. His resolute and upright figure seemed incomparably tall in the dim light, yet so far away.

The master didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, then turned and left. His footsteps echoed in the narrow passage and gradually disappeared in the distance.

Su Ming stood there, his emotions surging like a wave. His master's figure disappeared into the darkness, his indifferent attitude feeling strange to him. This feeling was new to him. He had always believed that his master was not only his mentor, but also his only trustworthy support.

But now, this trust seems to have been torn apart invisibly.

Su Ming's fists clenched unconsciously, the pain of his nails digging into his palms reminding him that this wasn't a dream. His master's indifference was real. The person he had once been incredibly familiar with, even close to, now seemed like an insurmountable wall.

"Why?" he asked himself. Why had things turned out this way? Had he done something wrong? Or had his master already decided not to give him the warmth he once had along this path?

"Or is this, Master, a test?" He fell into deep thought. The world of espionage is filled with deception and temptation; even those closest to him can be the greatest test. Was Master's cold attitude meant to make him more emotionally independent? To stop relying on anyone, including Master?

While this thought was reasonable, it still stung Su Ming's heart. Intellectually, he could understand his master's actions, but emotionally, he couldn't easily let go. He was no longer the young apprentice, but a spy who had experienced countless life and death situations and witnessed countless betrayals. Yet, even so, he couldn't let go of the tiny vestiges of his dependence on his master.

This contradiction made him feel extremely unbalanced. On the one hand, he longed for his master's recognition and warmth, but on the other hand, he understood that in this dangerous world, dependence would only bring greater pain and risks.

"It seems I must learn to bear this all on my own." Su Ming took a deep breath and suppressed his chaotic thoughts. He knew that he could no longer count on anyone's help in the next mission, not even his master.

He refolded the note and put it in his underwear pocket. The edge of the paper brushed against his fingertips, bringing a cold touch, as if reminding him that the mission had begun and he had no way out.

Su Ming turned and prepared to leave the basement. His footsteps were particularly heavy in the corridor, each step seeming to silently announce his loneliness and responsibility.

As he reached the basement exit, a cold breeze blew in his face, causing him to squint slightly. Night had already fallen, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the occasional rustling of the wind.

Su Ming stood on the street and looked up at the sky. There were no stars in the sky, only thick clouds pressing very low, as if foreshadowing that the next mission would be full of variables and dangers.

He knew that he could no longer rely on his master as he had before, and he could no longer have any emotional fluctuations. The world of the mission was cold and ruthless, and he had to face it all with the same coldness.

But even so, there was still an unhealed crack deep in his heart - his expectation and longing for his master. And now, this crack was gradually widening, becoming an unspeakable pain in his heart.

"Su Ming, get ready." He said to himself in his heart. Whether the master's indifference was a test or he really decided to push Su Ming further, Su Ming had to take this responsibility.

He pulled a dagger from his pocket and lightly ran his fingers across the blade. The sharp touch instantly sobered him up. A resolute look emerged on his face, and the imbalance and grievance in his heart gradually gave way to calmness.

"I will have to walk this road alone," he whispered to himself, a look of determination in his eyes. The past could not be changed, but the future was something he alone could control.

He sheathed his dagger, took a deep breath, and walked towards his mission. On the dark streets, only his footsteps echoed in the night. In his heart, he had already prepared for anything—from enemies to inner struggles.

The night deepened, and Su Ming walked alone through the dark streets, his steps light and swift. The wind whispered softly, like an invisible hand pushing him forward, while the chill in the air pricked him like needles, keeping him alert. The mission location was almost within reach, yet he felt an inexplicable tension within him, as if more than just ordinary danger awaited him.

Su Ming tightened his windbreaker, his fingers resting lightly on the dagger at his waist. The cold touch temporarily calmed his inner thoughts. He had no time to dwell on his master's cold attitude towards him. The mission had reached a critical juncture, and any emotional fluctuations could have fatal consequences.

The target location was a dilapidated warehouse hidden in a corner of the city. It looked derelict on the outside, but it actually held a hidden secret. Su Ming stood on the top floor of an abandoned building across from the warehouse, observing the warehouse with the help of the faint moonlight and a miniature telescope in his hand.

He scanned the warehouse carefully. Several tire tracks were visible on the ground, seemingly left by vehicles that had recently departed. The warehouse's doors were tightly shut, and the windows were covered in heavy iron bars, clearly fortified. But Su Ming was puzzled by the lack of security personnel or surveillance cameras in such a secluded location, seemingly completely unprotected.