NFBE Chapter 492: Holding Your Breath and Concentrating
Chapter 492: Holding Your Breath and Concentrating
"Lin Hao, where did the newspaper come from?" Su Ming asked, feeling a strong sense of unease. Although he could get some superficial information from the newspaper's text, it was still not enough to form a complete picture.
"I got this newspaper from some sources," Lin Hao said indifferently. "On the surface, it's just an ordinary news report, but a closer look reveals that it conveys certain information that we must be vigilant about. You should know that the enemy will not easily reveal their cards. Perhaps this is a smokescreen they're creating."
Su Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and was silent for a moment: "Are you saying that there may be a bigger conspiracy behind this newspaper?"
Lin Hao didn't respond immediately, clearly still pondering the implications of this information. After a moment, he slowly spoke, "Yes, I suspect the enemy might be using this to mislead us into misjudging the situation. They wouldn't allow such an important figure to be captured so easily, unless it was intentional."
These words were like a huge rock, hurled into Su Ming's heart. Instantly, all emotion was shattered, and a spark of reason quickly ignited every corner of his heart. He suddenly realized that if the newspaper was truly a disguise fabricated by the enemy, then Zheng Yaoxian's situation was definitely not as simple as it seemed. Perhaps the so-called "arrest" was just a trap, a deliberate plot by the enemy.
"I understand." Su Ming whispered. His eyes became sharp again, and the panic in his heart was gradually replaced by clear thoughts. "Lin Hao, provide me with more information. I will continue to follow up on this lead."
"Keep in touch." Lin Hao's voice sounded again, "Your mission is not over yet, but please be careful. The enemy may have already laid a larger net."
Su Ming didn't allow himself to stagnate. He checked the information on the communicator and reconfirmed the coordinates. According to the intelligence, Zheng Yaoxian seemed to be being held in an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs. This made him feel a little uneasy. Normally, the enemy would not place important targets in such a conspicuous place, but it was precisely this unconventional situation that made the situation more complicated and dangerous.
He glanced back at the street behind him. The surrounding lights cast a faint blue hue, and the scenery on the street corner remained as quiet as usual, as if nothing had changed. But he knew that this apparent tranquility was just a disguise cloaked in darkness. Every breath was tense, every step filled with uncertainty.
He suddenly quickened his pace, his gaze determined, as if trying to dispel the restlessness within him. His thoughts were swirling, he dared not dwell on them, only focusing his attention on the road ahead. Every turn, every step onto the quiet path, made him feel closer and closer to his goal, yet also further and further away.
The suburban air carried an earthy scent, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the city. The surroundings grew increasingly desolate, the dim streetlights casting long shadows. In the still air, even the wind seemed especially cold and silent. With each step, Su Ming's footsteps echoed through the empty streets, like a lonely wail. He tightened his grip on the gun, ready to respond to any sudden danger.
After passing through a small alley, an empty factory area appeared ahead. Su Ming's heart stirred, and he slowed his pace, quietly approaching the wall. He carefully observed his surroundings, confirming nothing unusual before continuing forward. The environment here was even more desolate than he had imagined. Only a few scattered, dilapidated buildings surrounded the area, exuding a dead silence. Every brick, every steel bar seemed to silently tell of this place's past glory and decline.
At this moment, his communicator vibrated. Su Ming immediately stopped and quickly answered the call: "Lin Hao?"
"Yes." Lin Hao's voice remained calm, but Su Ming could hear a hint of anxiety in it. "Are you there yet?"
"Not yet." Su Ming glanced at the abandoned factory building in front of him and said briefly and firmly, "But I'm not far from my goal. Are you ready?"
"We're ready." Lin Hao's voice was straightforward. "According to the latest intelligence, there aren't many guards in that warehouse, but some of them are not simple. It's best to stay alert. Try to avoid direct confrontation with the enemy. Find Zheng Yaoxian first, and then evacuate quickly."
"Understood." Su Ming's voice was low, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead, his mind rapidly reviewing various possible countermeasures. A head-on confrontation with the enemy? This was clearly not an option for him. Zheng Yaoxian's situation was so complicated that he had to ensure his actions were sufficiently covert, not giving the enemy any chance to counterattack.
The communication was interrupted, and Su Ming didn't linger any longer, quickly entering the shadows of the abandoned factory. After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he began to carefully observe his surroundings. He checked every passage, every door and window one by one to ensure that nothing was missed.
The pounding of his heart grew heavier, like a hammer hammering against his chest. He didn't even glance back, silently heading towards his goal. A cold wind hissed through the dilapidated factory, filling the air with the smell of mold and decay. Every speck of dusty ground reminded him that this was once a bustling place, now abandoned, a deep trap.
As he advanced deeper into the factory, the surroundings grew more eerie. Every door seemed old and heavy, some even rusted, giving the impression of imminent collapse. Su Ming didn't pause, continuing his rapid and steady progress, his eyes constantly scanning every corner for potential danger. Whenever a breeze blew, he would pause alertly, listening to the sounds around him.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard from somewhere ahead. They were heavy and slow, as if they were in no hurry to move. Su Ming's eyes narrowed, and he quickly hid in the shadows to the side, holding his breath. He held his breath and concentrated, carefully identifying the source of the footsteps. The sound grew closer, and finally, several figures appeared in his sight.
"Damn it," Su Ming cursed softly. He gripped his gun tightly, remaining calm. The enemy was far more numerous than he'd anticipated, at least five or six, seemingly guards. This information gave him a bad feeling—if he didn't grasp these details in advance, today's operation would be difficult to complete successfully.