Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 404 The corridor before me is like an endless tunnel

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief in the darkness, but he knew the danger wasn't over. The enemy wouldn't give up easily. He had to act quickly and find the exit. The narrow passage was filled with water, making it incredibly slippery. The air was thick with the smell of decay. He stepped forward cautiously, the dim light of his phone screen his only guide.

After walking for about ten minutes, Su Ming finally saw a faint light ahead. It was a narrow exit, barely wide enough for one person to crawl out. However, just as he was about to approach the exit, a strange noise suddenly came from behind him, as if something was approaching rapidly.

Su Ming's spine instantly felt cold. He quickly turned around and saw a pair of faint red lights flashing in the darkness, like the eyes of a wild animal. His heart skipped a beat. Could there be other dangers hidden in this underground passage? He had no time to think. He quickly quickened his pace and rushed towards the light.

The exit drew closer, but the noises behind him grew clearer, as if something unknown was rapidly approaching. Su Ming's legs had nearly reached their limit, but his will to survive forced him to muster his last bit of strength. He leaped, grasped the edge of the exit, and pulled himself out.

Just as he rolled over and climbed out of the ground, a piercing roar echoed from behind him, as if something was blocking the passage, roaring angrily. Su Ming fell heavily to the ground, ignoring the pain all over his body, and quickly turned back to seal the exit again. He lay on the ground, panting, feeling like he had been rescued from hell.

The night was as dark as ink, and a cool breeze blew gently. Su Ming looked up at the night sky, feeling a mixture of emotions. He knew that the real challenge had just begun. He had to survive and find the truth. No matter how difficult the road ahead, he could not turn back.

Struggling to get up from the ground, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared at the brightly lit city not far away. "Zhang Feng..." he muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with an unyielding light.

Su Ming climbed to his feet, a wave of aches and pains washing over him. He took a deep breath of cool air to calm himself. His heart was still racing from his narrow escape. He realized now was no time to relax. The pursuers might not have given up completely, and he needed to find a safe place to hide as soon as possible.

Surrounding him was a silent, abandoned factory area. The dilapidated buildings stood like silent giants in the night, their dark windows like empty, cold eyes. Su Ming glanced around, confirming there was no movement. He quickly decided to avoid this overly empty area. His steps were brisk but steady, and as he ran, he pondered his next move.

He couldn't rush into the city right now; those people likely had spies everywhere. He had to find a secluded place to hide and gather his thoughts before deciding on his next strategy. However, this unfamiliar city was like an endless maze to him; every road and every corner could hide unknown dangers.

Su Ming's mind drifted to the face of the man named Zhang Feng. He gritted his teeth, a look of determination in his eyes. Zhang Feng had once been his most trusted partner, yet he had betrayed him at a crucial moment. The scene was still vivid in his mind—in the warehouse at night, Zhang Feng's sinister eyes, the cold, ruthless gun in his hand, nearly killing him. Su Ming still couldn't understand why a brother who had once shared life and death would suddenly turn against him. Now, Zhang Feng held a secret that might hold the key to solving all these mysteries.

"Zhang Feng, I won't let you succeed." Su Ming swore secretly in his heart. In order to survive, to find out the truth, he had to find Zhang Feng, no matter what the cost.

Just as he turned into a narrow alley, he suddenly heard the roar of a car engine in the distance, along with the faint sound of footsteps and shouts. His heart tightened, and he quickly pressed himself against the wall, holding his breath. Several dark figures darted past the alley entrance, accompanied by rude shouts: "This way, don't let him get away!" The sounds of the pursuers drew closer, and Su Ming knew he had no time to think. He glanced around and saw an abandoned building nearby. The window glass had long been shattered, revealing a narrow opening. Without hesitation, he jumped in.

Entering the building, Su Ming was met with complete darkness, save for the remains of broken walls and scattered rubble. Relying on the faint moonlight, he managed to discern his direction. He hurried down the long corridor until he reached a seemingly sturdy room. He pushed open the door and found an old office, covered in dust, but at least it would be a safe place to stay for the time being.

He gently closed the door, his breathing steadying slightly, and began searching the office for anything useful. Yellowed documents and a few broken pens lay scattered on the desk, and in the corner lay a long-abandoned typewriter. Su Ming rummaged around for a while before discovering a still-sealed bottle of mineral water. He unscrewed the cap as if it were a treasure, taking a sip, which slightly moistened his parched throat.

After a brief rest in the darkness, his thoughts returned to Zhang Feng. Memories flooded back, and the days they had fought side by side seemed like a lifetime ago. Zhang Feng had once been a fearless warrior who had saved him from danger countless times. But now, this former comrade had become his greatest enemy.

"What on earth is he after?" Su Ming muttered to himself, his brow furrowed. Since Zhang Feng had completely betrayed him, it was clearly for some greater good. And this good might very well involve a crucial secret. Su Ming had a vague feeling that this pursuit was more than just the surface, and that the mystery he had unwittingly become embroiled in might involve a deeper conspiracy.

At that moment, footsteps could be heard again outside. The pursuers seemed to have not given up, continuing their search nearby. Su Ming held his breath, leaning against the door, his fingers tightly gripping the hilt of his dagger. He knew that if discovered, his chance of escape would be slim. However, he did not intend to sit still and wait for death. At this moment, he was like a beast cornered, fighting with all his might, even against the most formidable enemy.

The voices from outside grew clearer. "Search carefully, don't miss any corner!" a gruff voice commanded. Su Ming's heart sank, realizing they were closing in. He began to ponder his options. The cramped room offered no other exits, and the windows were barred. His only option was a head-on confrontation.

Time seemed to stretch indefinitely, every second like a knife slicing through his heart. Su Ming held his breath, his ear pressed tightly against the door, listening for any noises outside. Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door, as if someone was testing him.

"Could he be hiding here?" a low voice said.

"Go in and take a look." Another voice responded without hesitation.

Su Ming suddenly held his breath, his heartbeat threatening to burst his chest. He knew the pursuers outside were determined to search this room. He slowly raised his dagger and aimed at the door, his entire body tensed like a bow, ready to strike back at any moment.

The doorknob slowly turned, and the door was pushed open a little at a time. At that moment, a fierce light flashed in Su Ming's eyes. Without hesitation, he thrust his dagger forward fiercely! The man outside the door had clearly not expected his sudden attack in such darkness. With a scream, he stumbled back and fell to the ground.

"He's here!" A scream rang out, and the silence in the entire corridor was instantly broken.

Su Ming knew he had no way out. He rushed out of the room like a resolute lone wolf. In the darkness, every swing of his knife was filled with deadly killing intent. He didn't look back, because he knew that in this game of escape, turning back would mean death.

The corridor before him seemed like an endless tunnel, and the only thing he could do was to keep running, running - until he found new life.

Su Ming's legs felt like clockwork, and he ran through the dark corridor almost on instinct. The shouts grew closer, and he sensed the enemy's pursuit. Yet, at this moment, his mind remained remarkably calm, as if, caught between life and death, he had regained a long-lost sense of coolness and composure.

"Turn left, go straight, then turn right..." He quickly mapped out an escape route in his mind. He knew the abandoned factory had a complex structure, and if he could take advantage of the terrain, he might still have a chance of survival. The footsteps of the pursuers grew more and more rapid, but Su Ming's pace did not slow at all. He kept reminding himself, "I can't stop. Stopping means death."

After a sharp turn, he suddenly stopped and quickly leaned against the wall. He knew that if he continued running like this, he would eventually run out of energy and be caught up. He needed to create an opportunity to defeat the enemies who were pursuing him. After a brief breath, he pulled a small smoke bomb from his pocket, an old friend from his previous missions. His palms were slightly sweaty, but he didn't hesitate. Seeing the enemy about to rush him, he suddenly threw the smoke bomb to the end of the corridor.

"Bang!" With a soft sound, thick smoke quickly spread. The pursuers' vision was instantly obscured, and coughs and panicked shouts merged into one. Su Ming, using the smoke as cover, silently moved against the wall like a cunning night walker. His gaze was cold, his ears capturing every subtle movement, ready to deliver a fatal blow if the enemy approached.

Suddenly, a pursuer rushed out from the thick smoke, and the flashlight beam swept around, almost illuminating Su Ming's face.