Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 435 Make any sound

He glanced around, his mind racing like a high-speed machine, meticulously examining every corner. No possible hiding place could escape his gaze. In the dark, Zheng Yaoxian had vanished. He knew with confidence that Zheng Yaoxian was executing according to plan.

Su Ming wasn't completely reassured. He knew the enemy wouldn't let them off easily, especially after they'd aroused their vigilance. They would become even more cautious and alert. His plan was only the beginning; the real challenge was just beginning.

"Don't take it lightly." He reminded himself secretly, his eyes flickering slightly in the shadows, like a cheetah, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

By this time, the enemy had realized that the smoke was no accident. Although they hadn't immediately spotted Su Ming and Zheng Yaoxian, they had become alert and began a more thorough search.

Su Ming took a deep breath. He knew this was the opportunity they needed—the enemy's alertness had become their chance to strike back. He quickly formulated his next plan in his mind, as if it were a high-precision game, where every move of the enemy was within his control.

"Lure them here," Su Ming muttered softly, his eyes gleaming with a calm yet sharp light. He didn't intend to engage the enemy head-on, but rather to exploit their anxiety and alertness, deciphering their trajectory. If he could direct their attention in a specific direction, he could buy them more time to retreat.

"I need to distract the enemy." Su Ming thought as he quietly retreated and found a suitable place to hide. He had a clear plan in mind, which was to create a false "illusion" to make the enemy believe that they were still lurking in a corner, and then concentrate their forces to encircle them.

He knew that the enemy must have noticed something was wrong and that some of them were closely observing the surroundings. As long as he could create some more noise or a little illusion, he could easily attract the enemy's target.

"This time, I must take every step carefully." Su Ming's heart grew more determined. He was not in a hurry to take action immediately, but waited patiently, his eyes fixed on the warehouse entrance.

A moment later, the enemy's footsteps returned, but this time they were less hurried than before. Su Ming could sense their pace becoming more cautious, every slightest noise igniting their vigilance. This psychological shift was something he was particularly adept at capturing. His goal was clear—not only to lure out the enemy, but also to ensure their complete confusion.

Zheng Yaoxian appeared out of his sight and quickly disappeared into the shadows in the distance. At that moment, Su Ming's heartbeat quickened, and he realized that the situation would become more complicated. As the enemy gradually approached, time became increasingly precious.

"I need to do something," Su Ming muttered to himself as a sudden thought struck him. The seemingly static surroundings were actually quietly changing. The enemy began searching everywhere, and each search only deepened Su Ming's control over the situation.

He lowered his head slightly and removed the grenade hidden at his waist. This small, inconspicuous explosive device was undoubtedly an effective distraction. While not directly fatal, it could create a loud noise and quickly disorient the enemy, causing them to lose their bearings.

"Use the sound to confuse them." Su Ming thought to himself, his finger already touching the trigger of the fuse.

Suddenly, a few faint footsteps were heard outside the warehouse, seemingly out of place. The enemy was clearly no longer advancing rashly. They were spreading out, adopting a more meticulous search method, trying to surround Su Ming and Zheng Yaoxian from different angles.

"Just right." Su Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and decided to act immediately.

With all his strength, he hurled the grenade toward the side of the warehouse. With a resounding boom, the corner of the warehouse instantly ignited, the resounding explosion completely shattering the surrounding silence. This was followed by violent shaking, flying dust, and thick smoke that instantly filled the air.

"They should all be past now." Su Ming narrowed his eyes, a hint of a sneer already in his heart. He knew that the noise he created would trick the enemy into thinking they were nearby, and they would focus their efforts searching for them. They would no longer be suspicious of other places, but instead focus all their energy on this one point.

He leaned against the wall, nervously watching the movements in the smoke, and could almost feel the enemy's anxiety and uneasiness.

As expected, the enemy reacted quickly. Those searching from afar suddenly began to accelerate toward the explosion. Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief; this was exactly what he had hoped for. The enemy began to swarm around him frantically, completely caught up in this carefully orchestrated deception.

"Perfect." Su Ming's lips curled up slightly. He was ready to evacuate at any moment. However, he felt in his heart that he had to be even more cautious with every step forward.

He cautiously emerged from his hiding place and stood in a smoke-filled corner. As the enemy was gradually led away, his figure quietly disappeared into the darkness. Every step was like walking on the edge of a cliff, with endless unknowns and dangers behind it.

"Now, it's time to completely get out of their sight," Su Ming muttered to himself, his steps firm and calm. At this moment, he was extremely clear in his mind: this battle was not only a deception for the enemy, but also a challenge to his own mind and composure.

Su Ming crept forward in the shadows, his muffled breathing echoing in the silent night air, seemingly blending seamlessly with the empty surroundings. His heartbeat remained steady, but inner fatigue was spreading. Days and nights of intense pressure had left him feeling an indescribable heaviness. Every cautious step, every second of waiting, seemed to drain his energy. Though he maintained a calm exterior, his inner anxiety was like a taut string, poised to snap at any moment.

"I have to hold on," Su Ming silently warned himself, his gaze fixed on the darkness ahead. The enemy had already begun a full-scale search, and the smoke bombs' distraction had gradually lost their effectiveness, their alertness significantly heightened. At this moment, any carelessness could expose their whereabouts and pose a fatal threat.

He adjusted his posture somewhat stiffly, his hands beginning to feel numb, his steps growing heavier. The long period of lurking had drained his strength, the aching muscles nearly making it impossible to move forward. He suddenly stopped, leaning against a worn wooden box, eyes closed, and took a deep breath.

"One more time," he murmured, cheering himself up. He knew full well that there was no turning back in this chase. If he was exposed, it would mean complete failure.

"Is Zheng Yaoxian still nearby?" he asked silently in his heart. The nervousness forced him to remain highly alert.

He knew that Zheng Yaoxian and he had reached a certain level of tacit understanding. In this life-or-death situation, he would definitely be able to hear his inner cry. However, Su Ming was unsure if Zheng Yaoxian could withstand this continued pressure. After all, he and Zheng Yaoxian had been running around in this ruin for too long, and the fatigue was not only physical but also mental.

As his strength gradually recovered, he stood up and continued walking. With each step, the pressure within him grew heavier. The fatigue that had been gradually fading returned, as if every nerve was groaning. But he knew there was no time to stop, especially with the enemy closing in on their hiding place. Stopping to rest would mean being exposed; being exposed would mean failure.

"Don't let your guard down." He warned himself again and continued to move quickly.

Just then, he heard footsteps in the distance—an enemy patrol approaching again. He paused, quickly shaking off the fatigue that clung to his shoulders. His heartbeat quickened, and his breath stretched with tension. He knew he couldn't be interrupted again; he had to keep moving.

"Calm down, calm down," he muttered to himself, trying to get his breathing back to normal. The approaching fear was like a heavy stone, pressing down on him so hard that he could hardly breathe.

The sound of footsteps in the distance grew closer. Su Ming's gaze, through the dim light, scanned every possible direction. His hands began to unconsciously clench, his knuckles turning white. As the footsteps approached, his body and mind grew increasingly tense. Every second of pause made him feel his lifeline grow more fragile.

"They can't just leave like this," Su Ming muttered to himself, his gaze sharp as a knife. He knew the enemy wouldn't let go of any clues at this point. No matter how exhausted they were, or how desperate they were to capture their target, they would inevitably scatter again, like a net, trying to ensnare him.

He began to walk more cautiously, carefully avoiding making any sound with each step. Every deep breath was filled with vigilance. Su Ming's movements were no longer swift, but he maintained his intense focus. Although exhaustion almost made him want to give up, he knew he couldn't give up. He couldn't let all his efforts go to waste.

Almost instantly, he heard the sound of light footsteps coming from the side. Su Ming paused slightly, standing still, his ears perked up, catching the sounds around him. It was the sound of the enemy passing by. Their pace was not hurried, and they seemed to have noticed nothing unusual.

"Zheng Yaoxian..." Su Ming called out in a low voice, almost imperceptible. There was no response. Su Ming knew that Zheng Yaoxian was lurking in a corner, trying his best to remain undetected.

Su Ming's heart surged with nervousness again, and his legs began to weaken slightly. The exhaustion nearly made it impossible for him to stand. He clenched his teeth, trying to keep quiet. In this oppressive environment, the only thing he could rely on was his calmness and intuition.