Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 427 Followed closely

These voices reached Su Ming's ears, stirring his heart. The enemy was clearly divided, their doubts slowing their actions. Su Ming knew they wouldn't rush in rashly, for they, too, were waiting for a breakthrough. This was one of the reasons he had set up his deception—he wanted to make the enemy believe he was on the verge of collapse, forcing them to expose themselves.

"Great." He nodded slightly, a sneer on his lips, then he moved his feet lightly and began to approach those people.

"What are you talking about?" Su Ming's voice suddenly appeared behind them, coldly breaking the silence in the air.

Those men were startled and immediately turned around, almost instinctively raising their weapons. But Su Ming had already made preparations at this moment. He instantly understood that the enemy had been completely exposed, and the next reaction was his opportunity to act.

"That's right." Su Ming smiled faintly, a wave of pleasure passing through his heart. He knew that the enemy had been stimulated by his guidance, their emotions on the verge of losing control, and they had completely lost their vigilance. At this moment, they had completely walked into the trap he had set.

"What do you want to do?" one of the enemies asked in a trembling voice, the weapon in his hand still pointed at Su Ming, but his tone was not as tough as before, but instead carried a hint of panic.

"What are you doing?" Su Ming tilted his head slightly, a hint of disdain in his expression. "You're sneaking around here. What are you trying to do? Do I need to tell you?"

He looked at them and smiled gently, but the light in his eyes gradually became sharper. "You chose the worst timing."

"Damn it!" another man roared, seemingly completely enraged. He waved his hand and ordered, "Surround him! Don't let him get away!"

However, Su Ming had already seen through it all. The enemy was now completely caught in a whirlpool of emotions. Impatience and fear had completely lost their composure, and their decision-making became increasingly poor. He said nothing more, taking a few quick steps and disappearing into a darker corner like a shadow behind him.

Several enemies immediately chased him, only to fall into another trap he had set up—a small jamming device he had previously deployed in the corner. Before they could react, a piercing, high-frequency noise suddenly rang out in their ears. The intense vibrations were so intense that their ears could barely adjust and they practically lost their sense of direction.

"This time, I will never give you a chance to counterattack." Su Ming thought coldly in the dark, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He could clearly sense the enemy's gradual disarray, everyone's attention consumed by the sudden interruption. Su Ming quickly jumped to a new position, re-examining the enemy from a different angle. He could see they had dispersed, clearly losing team coordination.

"This is exactly what I wanted," Su Ming muttered to himself. He knew the enemy's reaction had completely proven his previous judgment. He had led them step by step into his trap. Now, he only needed to wait, wait for the enemy to reveal a flaw, and then strike as quickly as possible.

"This is a battle of intelligence and patience, and I am the winner." Su Ming's lips curled into a cold smile, confident in the situation he had set up. From now on, he only needed to surprise the enemy and strike back quickly to completely reverse the situation and win this war without gunpowder.

He pulled a slightly worn photo from his pocket, a picture of him and her. The smile in the photo, once the anchor of all his beliefs, had now faded. He raised his hand and gently wiped the dust from the photo, as if that could erase the pain in his heart. That person was the warmth he cherished most, the source of all the motivation he dedicated himself to protecting. After every mission, he wished he could return to her, even if it was just for a brief moment. But he knew there was no turning back.

"Report." A deep voice came from behind, interrupting Su Ming's thoughts. He turned around, his eyes not showing any surprise, but simply nodded slightly.

"Is the mission accomplished?"

"It's done." The man handed over a brief report bag. "Everything went well."

Su Ming took the report bag, his brow furrowed slightly as he quickly scanned the contents. Despite the calmness of the writing, he knew that beneath it lay more than meets the eye. He could sense a sense of impending danger, a tinge of unease permeating the mission. Every step before him could be a new trap. Su Ming put the report bag away, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "Assemble, and set off."

Without a word, he led the team towards the designated location. Every action was like a date with death, and every time they had to be careful to escape unscathed.

The surrounding streets were devoid of their former bustle, and danger lurked at nearly every corner. Under the dim light of the streetlights, a scene of deathly silence unfolded. The air was thick with dampness, as if the entire city was awaiting the arrival of a storm. Su Ming knew that time was running out; he had to complete his mission and eliminate all threats as quickly as possible.

They entered the city's old quarter, a place filled with gloomy buildings and intricate alleyways. It felt as if every stone slab had been worn by time, silently telling the story of the past. Su Ming's gaze was as sharp as a hawk in the darkness, and every movement was filled with vigilance and calmness. Although this area had been abandoned by many, he still considered it the most dangerous place.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the front, quick yet subtle. Su Ming immediately signaled his team to halt. He crouched low, leaning against the wall, holding his breath. His heartbeat was pounding, but outwardly, he maintained a calm demeanor. On every mission, the enemy lurking in the shadows was the greatest threat.

Footsteps approached, and Su Ming waved his hand, signaling his team to prepare. The enemy, unaware of their presence, continued to approach unnoticed. He reached out and silently drew the pistol from his waist. The atmosphere in the entire team was as solemn as iron, and everyone held their breath, ready to respond at any moment.

The enemy finally came into view. It turned out to be a middle-aged man wearing a mask, tall and steady. Without much hesitation, he walked straight towards a building. Su Ming's brows furrowed slightly, and he had a foreboding feeling in his heart. This man was no ordinary target. He stopped and signaled his team members to remain vigilant and follow quietly.

"Who is he?" a team member asked in a low voice, with some uncertainty in his tone.

"I don't know, but we have to follow him," Su Ming whispered. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, fixed on the enemy ahead. He knew that at this moment, they had stepped deeper into the fog. There was no turning back.

After crossing a long street, the enemy finally stopped. As if sensing someone following them, he suddenly turned and looked toward where the team was hiding. Su Ming's heart tightened, and he quickly ordered his team members to retreat and hide in the surrounding shadows. The enemy didn't act immediately, but instead stood there, hesitating, as if contemplating something.

Su Ming's nerves were on edge, and every move was cautious. The moment the enemy turned, he suddenly became alert, quickly determining that they might have discovered their tracks. Without hesitation, he made a decision: "Charge!"

Almost instantly, the team members rushed forward, shadow by shadow. Smoke filled the air, gunfire crisscrossed, and the entire neighborhood was instantly ablaze with flames. Su Ming's figure swiftly moved through the darkness, each movement imbued with precision and decisiveness. Bullets whizzed through the air beside his ears, skittering across the dilapidated walls with a piercing sound. Su Ming had no time to pay attention to the surrounding battle. His eyes were fixed on the enemy's back, and he had a single thought in his mind—he must capture this man.

However, the pursuit didn't go as smoothly as he'd anticipated. The enemy was clearly well prepared, their evasions extremely alert. Every time he thought he'd reached them, the middle-aged man deftly dodged their attacks, disappearing into the darkness in an instant. Su Ming felt a surge of anxiety, but he remained calm. The enemy's caution must be due to some very important secret.

Su Ming's footsteps never faltered. Every leap he made was a ruthless gamble on his life. The crisp cracks of gunfire echoed in his mind, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder. It was a sense of oppression, tightly wrapped around his chest, making it difficult to breathe, yet also keeping him unusually lucid.

He skirted the dilapidated buildings, his steps light and swift. He knew the enemy was aware of their presence. Every encounter felt like dancing on the edge of a knife; a single misstep could lead to a plunge into an abyss of no return. Yet, he showed no sign of retreating. For him, this blood-and-fire confrontation had become a habit, an inescapable instinct.

"Keep following!" He whispered, his tone firm and calm. His voice was not loud, but it cut through the silence and darkness, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

The team members behind him followed closely, no one speaking a word. The tension in the air grew thicker. Su Ming's heartbeat remained steady, but his eyes were like sharp blades, scanning everywhere, wary of any possible danger. Every time he glanced around, the scene seemed more unfamiliar. The feeling of loneliness and betrayal was like a deep chasm, widening.

Suddenly, he heard a movement behind him, and then he heard heavy footsteps.

"Not good." His heart sank suddenly, and then a thought flashed through his mind - he was surrounded.