Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 306 Pushing You into a Desperate Situation

By day, he was an unremarkable, ordinary employee, hidden away in an international corporation. His work was monotonous, and he mingled with his colleagues in the office, chatting and laughing as if nothing special was happening. No one knew his true identity, and no one ever suspected him. Every email, every time he punched in, every meeting, Su Ming appeared flawless. But at night, he adopted a different guise, transforming into a hunter stalking the darkness, silently carrying out his missions across the city.

This mission was far more complex and dangerous than anything Su Ming had ever faced. He had to contend with multiple forces, including a mysterious international criminal organization. These individuals were highly trained and ruthless. Their goals shared Su Ming's, but they were ruthless and willing to use any means necessary to achieve them. Meanwhile, an unknown adversary was secretly observing Su Ming's every move. This adversary seemed to predict his actions and create unexpected trouble for him. Su Ming could sense their presence, and while he couldn't confirm their identity, he knew he could fall into this invisible trap at any moment.

Late one night, Su Ming sat in a corner of a narrow cafe, waiting for an important contact. Outside the window, the lights of cars on the street flowed like water, and he hid in the shadows, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. On the surface, he seemed leisurely, but every nerve in his heart was tense. The contact was late, time passed by, and the coffee had long since cooled. He scanned every stranger who came in, alert to every possible abnormal movement. Just when he was about to give up waiting, a figure appeared at the door, wearing a black windbreaker and a pair of sunglasses on his face. The man walked straight to the chair opposite Su Ming and sat down, whispering: "We have the thing in hand, but we are being targeted."

Su Ming frowned, a bad feeling forming in his heart. He quickly pushed the coffee cup aside and whispered, "Who is it?"

The other party did not answer directly, but lowered his head slightly and said in an almost inaudible voice: "Shadow."

"Shadow"—this was a name Su Ming had heard through the intelligence network, a mysterious figure with a ghostly presence. No one knew who "Shadow" was, and no one had ever seen his true face. Rumor had it that he was the most deadly assassin in this international criminal organization, a master of anti-tracking and disguise, and whoever he confronted ultimately vanished without a trace. The name sent a chill down Su Ming's spine. He knew that if "Shadow" truly set his sights on him, then this game would no longer be a mere pursuit and escape, but a gamble of life and death.

"What are you going to do?" Su Ming looked at the contact person with deep eyes.

"There is no choice. We have to act in advance, otherwise no one can escape." A trace of fatigue appeared on the contact person's face, and he was obviously unable to breathe due to the invisible pressure.

Su Ming pondered for a moment, then nodded, deciding to follow the other party's advice. Action must be expedited. Over the next few days, Su Ming closely monitored the changes around him, sensing someone stalking him like a shadow. His caution became even more meticulous, each step carefully considered. Yet, the sense of oppression never subsided; instead, it intensified.

One night, Su Ming decided to try to counter the pursuit. He walked into an alley. In the dim light, he quickened his pace, passing through several hidden passages, and finally arrived at an abandoned building. Just as he entered a dilapidated wooden door, a sudden gust of wind rushed from behind, accompanied by an almost imperceptible murderous aura.

Su Ming reacted quickly, instinctively jerking his body to the side, dodging the fatal blow. He drew the dagger from his waist with a backhand and turned to face the mysterious attacker in the darkness. The attacker moved with incredible speed, approaching silently and ghostly. The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle, with flashes of swords and sabers mingling in the narrow space. The attacker's agility was exceptional, and nearly every strike aimed directly at Su Ming's vital points. However, with years of training, Su Ming withstood wave after wave of attacks.

As he grappled with the other man, Su Ming finally caught sight of his face. It was a stern face, eyes as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion. At that moment, Su Ming understood: he was facing the legendary "Shadow." But there was no time for further reflection. Su Ming knew only one person could emerge alive from this life-or-death duel.

The battle between the two reached a stalemate. Shadow's attacks were as fierce and fierce as ever, showing no signs of fatigue. Meanwhile, Su Ming, while defending, gradually sought his opponent's weakness. During a fierce collision, Su Ming finally seized a tiny opportunity. He quickly exerted his strength and stabbed the opponent's waist with a precise blow. Shadow was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the vitals. He stepped back in pain, nearly losing his knife.

"It's over." Su Ming looked at him coldly, the dagger in his hand as steady as a rock.

Shadow was breathing heavily. Although injured, he showed no fear. Instead, he smiled strangely. "You think you won?" His voice was low, as if hiding a deeper secret.

Su Ming's brow furrowed, suddenly realizing something was amiss. At that moment, the air around him seemed to freeze, and almost instantly, Su Ming felt a surge of danger. He turned sharply and spotted several figures rapidly approaching from a distance. They were heavily armed, clearly prepared. It turned out that the shadow wasn't fighting alone; he was merely part of a trap designed to lure Su Ming into it.

"Sure enough... I'm still a step too late." Su Ming sighed inwardly.

Facing a growing number of enemies, Su Ming knew he had to escape quickly. He quickly retreated a few steps, using the surrounding cover to temporarily avoid the enemy's fire. The injured Shadow also quickly retreated to the protection of his own men, clearly not intending to continue fighting Su Ming.

Gunfire rang out, flames flashed, and Su Ming nimbly moved through the chaos, searching for a way out. His movements were as swift as a beast, changing positions almost before the enemy could react. But he knew time was running out; this battle was only the beginning.

At the end of the narrow corridor, a hidden door suddenly opened, revealing a mysterious woman who calmly beckoned Su Ming to follow. Was this another way out? Or a deeper trap?

Su Ming's heartbeat quickened. The woman before him appeared remarkably calm, her black windbreaker swaying slightly in the dim light, like a wave in the night. Her face was free of panic, as if the gunfight and the relentless pursuit were just a normal part of life. Her gaze was deep, fixed on Su Ming, as if she had known he would appear here, that he would follow.

"Follow me, or you will die." The woman's voice was calm but authoritative, with a hint of unquestionable meaning.

Su Ming weighed the pros and cons in a split second, realizing he had no escape route. The enemy was closing in, and time was running out. Although he knew nothing about the woman's identity, given the current situation, following her offered him at least a glimmer of hope. Without further ado, he decisively rushed through the door, which the woman quickly closed behind him.

The gunshots outside the door gradually faded away, and a temporary silence enveloped the two of them.

"Who are you?" Su Ming asked in a low voice, his eyes still alert. It was impossible for Su Ming to fully trust someone who suddenly appeared at a critical moment.

The woman didn't answer immediately. Instead, she walked to a wall inside the room and gently pressed a tile. A secret door quietly opened, revealing a narrow staircase. She gestured for Su Ming to follow her and said calmly, "I know you have many questions, but now is not the time to explain. Those people won't let you go. We must leave here before we can discuss anything else."

Su Ming frowned, his inner vigilance not letting down, but he knew now was not the time to hesitate. He followed the woman into the passage, feeling a chill wash over him from deep underground, as if they were entering another world.

At the end of the passageway lay a spacious basement, scattered with various electronic devices and a jumble of documents. The air was filled with the faint smell of burnt motor oil and wires, making it clear this was no ordinary hiding place. The woman walked to the table in the center of the room, picked up an electronic device, and began to debug it. Su Ming stood nearby, his eyes fixed on her every move.

"Why help me?" He was still worried, his voice low and cold.

"You know too much. They won't let you leave this city alive." The woman explained calmly as she operated the equipment. "I'm different from them. My goals are similar to yours. If you survive, it will benefit me."

Su Ming was silent for a moment, his mind racing through the details of the past few days. He could sense that he had been targeted by some force from the very beginning of his mission. And the woman before him seemed to understand all this. He had to determine whether she was friend or foe.

"What is your purpose?" Su Ming asked immediately, his eyes sharp and tentative.

The woman paused and looked up at Su Ming, her expression remaining calm. "For now, we have a common enemy," her voice tinged with mystery. "As for the rest, you don't need to know."

This ambiguous answer made Su Ming even more alert, but he soon realized that the other party had no intention of revealing too much, and he had no other choice.

After a moment's silence, the woman suddenly spoke, "The shadow has been following you for a long time, even longer than you thought. He has been waiting for the perfect moment to corner you."

Hearing the name, Su Ming's gaze narrowed slightly. Shadow, this eerie presence. Ever since he sensed someone was secretly following him, a sense of unease had begun to grow within him. He had been trying to shake off this invisible force, but no matter how meticulously he planned, or how carefully he concealed his whereabouts, the other party always found him easily.