noffsinger Chapter 228 The speed is incredible
Chapter 228 The speed is incredible
Don't let your guard down, the enemy could appear at any time. This was the warning that kept echoing in his mind.
Suddenly, his steps paused slightly, the sound of his footsteps all too clear in his ears. Su Ming's intuition had always been sharp, and at this moment, a sudden surge of unease rose within him. He paused quietly, motioning for his master to stop, and whispered, "Someone's following us."
The master's reaction was swift and calm, his gaze unwavering. After a moment, he nodded slightly. Su Ming immediately understood what the master meant—he was asking him to temporarily withdraw and find a vantage point to observe who was coming. Even in this tense moment, the master remained composed, as if everything was under control.
Su Ming said nothing more. He quietly took a few steps back, quickly searching for a hidden spot. There was an abandoned alleyway off the street, dimly lit, barely illuminating the entire path. This offered Su Ming an opportunity to hide. He nimbly slipped into the alleyway, leaning against the wall and slowing his breathing. The shadows at the end of the alleyway completely enveloped him, as if he had merged with the night.
As time ticked by, Su Ming's breathing slowed, his gaze fixed on the nearby street. His mind raced through every possible scenario—who were the enemy? Were they acting alone, or in a coordinated effort? Was their target himself, or their master? These questions swirled through his mind, but he forced himself to remain calm. The only thing that mattered now was observation, to ascertain the motives of the incoming forces.
The sound of footsteps echoed softly down the street in the distance. The sound was subtle, yet it reached Su Ming's ears clearly. His eyes swept towards the source of the sound like a hawk. A dark figure appeared under the distant streetlight, moving swiftly and nimbly. The figure seemed agile, clearly no ordinary pedestrian.
Su Ming frowned, his guard rising sharply. The man's steps were light, but his route made him wary—it was a common gait used by secret agents, deliberately avoiding light sources and conspicuous sight, even stopping occasionally to observe the surroundings. Clearly, the other party was also an expert.
"Agent?" The thought flashed through Su Ming's mind, but he still didn't reveal himself. He held his breath, trying to minimize his presence.
As the shadow drew closer, Su Ming's vision sharpened. He began to scrutinize the man's attire and movements. He was tall and slender, wearing a black windbreaker with its collar raised, obscuring most of his face. Despite this, Su Ming noticed that his right hand was always at his waist, clearly ready to draw his gun.
The other person's eyes scanned the surroundings rapidly, their gaze sharp and cold. Whenever they paused, they would quickly capture the details of the surroundings, as if searching for something. Su Ming knew that if he wasn't careful, he would be noticed. But he remained calm. Although his heartbeat accelerated, he didn't move at all.
The shadowy figure quickly reached the area Su Ming and his master had walked through. He paused, as if sensing something, and suddenly crouched down, carefully examining the marks on the ground. Su Ming frowned, knowing that the shadowy figure had likely discovered his and his master's footprints.
Oh no, he is indeed a professional agent.
Su Ming felt a surge of nervousness. This opponent was clearly no ordinary foe. The shadow's movements were precise and experienced, clearly the product of rigorous training. More importantly, the opponent seemed in no rush to act, but rather waiting for something—perhaps trying to lure them into revealing a flaw.
We can't let him discover the master, we must divert his attention.
Su Ming pondered silently, weighing whether to take the initiative. The enemy hadn't noticed his presence yet, but if he continued, they would eventually become aware. Furthermore, he didn't know if the agent was acting alone or had further support. The decision he made at this moment would determine the success of the subsequent operation.
He pondered for a moment before finally deciding to act. He slowly pulled a small dagger from his backpack, one of his portable weapons, suitable for close-range attacks. Meanwhile, he kept a close eye on the black-clad agent. The agent seemed to have finally noticed something and was about to stand up and continue his search.
At this moment, Su Ming moved.
He quickly emerged from the shadows, his dagger flashing a faint cold light as it stabbed directly into the black-clad agent's back. His attack was so swift that the agent barely had time to react.
However, just as the dagger was about to strike its target, the black-clad agent seemed to sense something and jerked sideways, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. Su Ming was startled, but without pausing, he quickly changed the angle of attack, the dagger arcing again, heading straight for the opponent's throat.
The black-clad agent moved swiftly and agilely. He did not panic, but reacted instantly and drew the weapon from his waist - a short pistol.
Time is running out, we must act quickly!
Su Ming didn't hesitate. Seizing the moment the other man drew his gun, he jerked his body sideways and rammed his shoulder into his chest. The black-clad agent had clearly not anticipated Su Ming's swiftness, and stumbled. He lost control of his gun, and the bullet struck the wall beside him, sending sparks flying.
The faint light allowed Su Ming to clearly see the other man's face—a stern man with a somewhat cold expression and a gaze devoid of any emotion. He was clearly a well-trained killer. Su Ming knew that such an opponent would not be easily defeated.
Su Ming didn't give the other man a chance to breathe. He quickly rushed forward, the dagger in his hand pressing directly against his neck. At the same time, his other hand quickly reached for his wrist and twisted it hard, forcing the other man's pistol out of his hand.
The black-clad agent reacted quickly, retreating quickly and putting some distance between him and Su Ming. His expression remained calm, clearly unfazed by Su Ming's sudden attack. The two men briefly confronted each other, a tense atmosphere thick in the air.
"Who are you?" Su Ming stared coldly at the man before him. His deep, magnetic voice, as if emanating from the Netherworld, sent a chill down his spine. Every word struck like a hammer, hammering down upon the other's heart. It carried an invisible pressure, like a mountain pressing down on an egg, leaving the person breathless.
The black-clad agent, seemingly oblivious to the question, showed no reaction. However, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cold, ironic smile. In that brief moment, he suddenly spun around, darting towards the other end of the alleyway with ghostly swiftness. His speed was unimaginable, like a flash of black lightning streaking through the darkness. In the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace, leaving the stunned crowd staring blankly in his direction.