boyutpedia Chapter 227 Calmly Hiding in the Backpack
Chapter 227 Calmly Hiding in the Backpack
There was a black object on the table.
For a moment, Su Ming's heartbeat quickened. He stared at the object with alarm, involuntarily taking a few steps closer, his gaze increasingly focused on it. It was a unique weapon, unlike anything he had ever seen. Its appearance was exquisite and cold, completely black, evidently specially treated to eliminate any reflective surface, as if to avoid detection. It wasn't as conspicuous as an ordinary firearm, yet it held a hidden sense of danger.
Su Ming stepped closer, examining the weapon carefully. His fingers gently brushed across its surface; it felt cool and smooth. The material seemed to be a mixture of some special metal and carbon fiber, making it incredibly light and surprisingly balanced. A foreboding feeling welled up in Su Ming's heart—this was definitely no ordinary weapon.
"What is this?" Su Ming asked subconsciously in a low voice, with a hint of confusion and uneasiness in his tone.
The master standing behind him didn't answer immediately. He just looked at the weapon coldly, his face expressionless. After a moment, he whispered, "This is the part you need to know now."
Su Ming's brow furrowed slightly, as he understood the implication of his master's words—in other words, the importance of this weapon was beyond his imagination, yet the specific details were still not fully disclosed to him. He felt a sense of oppression. His master was still concealing something, and even at this critical moment, the truth was still not fully revealed to him.
He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, this feeling of half-knowing made him very uneasy. He always liked to be in control of the overall situation, but in this mission, too much information was hidden in the dark, like this black weapon, full of mystery and danger.
Is this an enemy weapon, or one of our own? This thought flashed through Su Ming's mind. If this was enemy equipment, it meant their technology was far beyond our expectations; if it was a product of our own research, then its very existence hinted at the complexity of the mission.
"How powerful is it?" Su Ming couldn't help but continue asking, his eyes still fixed on the weapon. He wanted more information, even just a hint.
The master's face was still cold, and his tone was flat: "You don't need to know everything about it, you just need to know how to use it." He didn't say much, just glanced at Su Ming, his eyes cold, as if reminding him not to continue asking questions.
A flicker of displeasure crossed Su Ming's heart, but he remained silent. He knew his master always had his reasons, and no matter how anxious or eager he was, he would ultimately be unable to break through the defenses he had set. Yet, even so, the imbalance within him could not completely dissipate. This feeling of being excluded made him feel inexplicably oppressive, as if everything was moving forward at a pace he could not understand, and he could only passively follow.
He reached out to grasp the black weapon, his heart sinking as his fingertips touched the cold metal. The weapon's compact structure felt excellent in the hand, and its design was meticulously crafted without unnecessary detail, clearly for combat in extreme environments. While Su Ming had some knowledge of this type of weapon, it was clear that the design and craftsmanship were beyond the reach of ordinary weapons.
"Where does it come from?" Su Ming asked again, with a hint of suppressed calmness in his voice.
This time, the master still did not give a direct answer, but said calmly: "Some questions are not the right time to ask."
This sentence made Su Ming's heart even more turbulent. Why? Why is it always like this? Why, until now, still won't tell me everything? He gritted his teeth, trying to calm himself down, trying not to let his emotions show on his face.
He knew he had to accept this situation, no matter how many questions and dissatisfactions he felt, he had to endure it silently. This was the agent's fate, the path he had chosen. But even so, a wave of resentment still welled up within him. He was not one to compromise easily, especially when faced with the unknown and danger. He longed for more control, to understand the truth, to grasp every detail, rather than being kept in the dark like he was now.
"Okay, I understand." Su Ming took a deep breath, finally accepting the situation. He picked up the black weapon, his gaze still sharp. He didn't know why his master was holding back, but that didn't mean he would back down. Since he wouldn't let me know everything, I'll discover the truth myself.
Su Ming gently placed the weapon into his backpack, his movements quick and careful. Deep down, he had a hunch that this weapon would play a crucial role in the upcoming operation; perhaps its very presence would change the course of the entire mission. All he could do now was to prepare as best he could, according to his own assessment of the situation.
"What should we do next?" Su Ming asked, calming himself. His gaze had returned to calm. Although he still had many questions in his mind, he knew that now was not the time to ponder them.
The master glanced at him and nodded slightly: "You need to carry it with you to complete the next operation. This weapon is not an ordinary equipment. You will understand its significance at the right time."
Su Ming said nothing more, merely nodded. While he couldn't accept this answer, he knew the mission itself was the most important thing right now. Personal feelings and concerns could only be put aside for the moment; the mission came first.
The two quickly left the basement and returned to the street outside. The night wind was still icy, bringing a chill to Su Ming's face. He stared at the street ahead, silently calculating his next steps. Although everything was frostbitten with uncertainty, he knew he had no way out. Whatever this black weapon represented, the ultimate success or failure of the mission rested firmly on his shoulders.
The night deepened, the neon lights of the city flickering in the distance. As Su Ming and his master emerged from the basement, the hustle and bustle of the outside world suddenly seemed distant and blurred. A chill hung in the air, even the wind seemed to bite. Su Ming felt the weight of the black weapon behind him. Though it lay securely hidden in his backpack, it hung like a sword over his heart, a constant reminder of the urgency and complexity of his mission.
He and his master walked forward in silence. The streets were sparsely populated, but Su Ming keenly sensed a heightened tension. Every corner he looked into was fraught with potential danger, as if countless prying eyes were lurking in the darkness. Su Ming subconsciously reached for his waist, his fingertips lightly touching the weapon he carried, the cool, hard texture of it reassuring him.