Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 402: Shadows That Cannot Be Escaped

"Don't talk, just follow me!" Zhang Feng whispered, a complex look flashing in his eyes. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed Su Ming's arm, and dragged him into the shadows to the side.

"What are you doing? Why are you here?" Su Ming couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Now is not the time to explain. I can only tell you that I am not what you think." Zhang Feng's tone was a little tired, but his eyes were firm.

Su Ming was speechless. He couldn't discern Zhang Feng's true intentions, nor could he determine whether he was friend or foe. However, the current situation didn't allow him to dwell on it; the enemy's men were already chasing him. If he continued to hesitate, he might actually die here.

"Follow me, this is the only way out." Seeing him hesitate, Zhang Feng glared at him fiercely, then turned around and ran towards a hidden alley.

Su Ming's heart was filled with doubt, but he knew he had no choice. Gritting his teeth, he quickly caught up with Zhang Feng. As the two of them journeyed through the night, the sounds of pursuit gradually faded, but his heart continued to beat like a drum. He kept looking back, making sure no one was following him.

"Why are you helping me?" After finally running to a relatively safe place, Su Ming couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not helping you, I'm helping myself," Zhang Feng replied coldly, but a hint of tenderness flashed across his eyes. This look made Su Ming feel dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to the days when they had fought side by side.

"What are you planning?" Su Ming still refused to let his guard down.

"You will know when the time comes." Zhang Feng did not explain further, but turned around and disappeared into the night.

Watching Zhang Feng's back disappear into the darkness, Su Ming was filled with doubt and unease. Where did this former best friend stand? He still couldn't tell if he was friend or foe. However, he knew that tonight's encounter would completely change his future.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and forced himself to calm down. He now had to leave this dangerous area as soon as possible and find a safe place to analyze the intelligence he had obtained tonight. However, deep down, he had a vague feeling that Zhang Feng's reappearance was not accidental, but some deeper conspiracy.

The lights in the warehouse area remained on, and patrol cars in the distance flashed red and blue lights back and forth. Su Ming quietly disappeared into the night, as if he had never existed. Everything tonight was just a prelude in this endless game; the real battle had just begun.

Su Ming darted through the darkness, the wind whistling in his ears, his heart already churning. He didn't dare pause for a moment, the complex expression in Zhang Feng's eyes recurring in his mind. What was he hiding? Su Ming couldn't figure it out. How could this friend, who had fought alongside him and shared every conversation, be in the enemy camp? And... even helped him escape?

"This is definitely not a coincidence..." Su Ming gritted his teeth. He looked down at his hands, stained with dust and blood, his fingertips trembling slightly. His heart was filled with unease and confusion, as if he were caught in a vortex with no end in sight. He had no way of predicting what lay ahead, let alone whether he could escape this chaos unscathed.

He shook his head gently, clearing his mind of distracting thoughts. He needed to calm down now, because relying solely on instinct wouldn't allow him to survive in this trap-ridden city. He needed a plan, and even more so, he needed to find someone he could trust. However, on this cruel road, who could he trust? Zhang Feng's betrayal had made him doubt everything around him, even himself, and he began to question whether he could hold on any longer.

The night breeze, with its slight coolness, blew away the sweat on Su Ming's forehead. He hurried along a winding, narrow alley, his footsteps echoing in the silent passage. Suddenly, he heard a subtle movement. Su Ming stopped instantly, pressed against the wall, and held his breath.

"Footsteps... I can't be wrong, they're chasing me." He quickly determined that the enemy was approaching, and his heart suddenly jumped into his throat. A moment's hesitation could mean being exposed. He carefully drew a dagger from his waist. A flash of cold light passed by, and the sharp blade reflected a cold light.

However, the footsteps he was following stopped less than ten meters away. He squinted, barely making out the person in the dim streetlight. It was a thin figure, wearing a black windbreaker, and looked like an ordinary passerby. However, Su Ming knew that in a place like this, especially at this time, there was no way an "ordinary passerby" would appear.

The other party seemed to be listening carefully to the surrounding sounds, then slowly approached Su Ming. Su Ming gripped his dagger tightly, his palms already sweating. He knew that if the other party discovered him, this would be the battlefield of their duel, and the outcome would be decided in a split second.

The footsteps of the approaching person grew clearer, and Su Ming's breathing became increasingly rapid. He could even hear his own heartbeat, deafening like a war drum. However, just as the other person was about to approach, he suddenly stopped and turned in the opposite direction.

Su Ming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but the next second, he felt a deeper chill wash over him. That person... seemed to have deliberately let him go? Or perhaps, they'd already sensed his presence but hadn't chosen to attack immediately. This deceptive tactic made Su Ming even more uneasy.

"What on earth are they planning?" he wondered, swiftly emerging from the shadows and continuing his sprint forward under the cover of darkness. He dared not pause, for he knew that in the darkness of this city, the enemy's eyes were constantly watching him. Even a moment's laxity could lead him to an irretrievable fate.

However, just as Su Ming was about to cross the alley, several glaring headlights suddenly lit up at the intersection ahead. The intense beams instantly illuminated the entire alleyway. He instinctively shielded his eyes with his hands and quickly backed away. Several black SUVs blocked his escape route. Their doors flung open, and several burly men in black filed out, their guns flashing with a cold gleam.

"Su Ming, you have no way to escape." A cold voice came slowly from the car. It was Tang Wenbo, who stood beside the car, a smile of confidence on his face.

Su Ming's heart sank, but he quickly forced himself to calm down. Even in this desperate situation, he didn't lose his will to fight. He quickly scanned his surroundings, trying to find a way out. However, the enemy had clearly set up a tightrope, blocking all exits.

"Do you want to capture me or kill me?" Su Ming sneered, trying to delay time with words.

Tang Wenbo slowly stepped forward, twirling a pistol in his hand, his gaze as sharp as a falcon's. "That depends on your level of cooperation. If you're willing to hand over the document, we'll let bygones be bygones. Otherwise..." He waved his hand gently, and the surrounding men in black immediately raised their guns, aiming at Su Ming's vital points.

Su Ming gritted his teeth, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He knew he couldn't compromise easily. The document wasn't just about his life; it also implicated the safety of many innocent people. His thoughts raced, and he decided to go all in, gamble his life.

"Alright, I'll surrender!" Su Ming suddenly raised his hands above his head, a gesture of surrender. Tang Wenbo was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting such a straightforward approach. However, he didn't immediately lower his guard. Instead, he signaled to his men, prompting several black-clad men to slowly approach Su Ming.

"Where are the things?" Tang Wenbo asked coldly, his eyes closely watching Su Ming's every move.

Su Ming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. He slowly reached into his arms, as if to retrieve a document. However, just as the other party's attention was focused on his hand, he suddenly threw out a smoke bomb he had prepared long ago.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, thick white smoke instantly filled the air, shrouding the entire alley in a haze. Using the smoke as cover, Su Ming quickly turned and rushed towards the nearby wall. He had already calculated the distance, and with a push of his hands, he nimbly scaled the top of the wall.

"Catch him! Don't let him get away!" Tang Wenbo roared from the smoke, but it was too late. Su Ming leaped off the wall like lightning and disappeared into the night.

The gunshots and shouts from behind gradually faded, and Su Ming was now aware only of the rustling of the wind and his heartbeat. He didn't look back, continuing his swift run. He knew this was only the beginning, and the road ahead would be even more treacherous. However, he would not stop. He had to find Zhang Feng and uncover the truth behind all this.

In this dark city, everyone has their own secrets, and Su Ming is determined to find all the answers hidden in the darkness. Only in this way can he truly free himself from this endless pursuit.

Su Ming stumbled into an even narrower alley, his legs feeling heavy as lead, the air in his chest squeezed to the very last breath. His throat was dry, and his breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy, like a drum being struck by a heavy hammer. Yet, he knew nothing could stop him. Night fell like a curtain over the city, and the footsteps of the pursuers behind him drew closer, like an inescapable shadow.

"Calm down, I must calm down," Su Ming kept telling himself. He forced himself to slow his breathing, pressing his ear to the wall, listening carefully to the noises coming from behind. The other party seemed to be lingering at the alley entrance, but he had temporarily lost track of him. Su Ming leaned against the cold brick wall, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. He had to use this time to rethink his next move.