Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

He clutched the package tightly, vowing to himself: No matter what, he must not expose it. Even though he was being closely monitored online by Zheng Yaoxian, even though he controlled many of his decisions, he had to control this one point. Otherwise, all his efforts would be for nothing.

Su Ming quickened his pace, quickly entering a deserted alley. His heartbeat continued to accelerate, as if telling him that danger could strike at any moment. Zheng Yaoxian's spies were everywhere, and at any moment, he could become a target of arrest. With every step, Su Ming was thinking about how to hide these documents and how to disappear without a trace in the shortest possible time.

He didn't look back, nor did he dare. The night air blew through his clothes, bringing a hint of coolness. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Su Ming's thoughts were remarkably clear. Although he knew he was in a dangerous situation, he remained calm. After all, his years of experience had taught him how to find opportunities in crises.

"If I can hide these documents first, maybe there will be a glimmer of hope." He thought to himself. Although the situation is more urgent than ever, he knows clearly that only by finding a suitable hiding place can the safety of this information be guaranteed.

Su Ming paused at the door of a dilapidated warehouse. He glanced around, ensuring there were no suspicious figures around before pushing the door open and stepping inside. The warehouse was dark, and the air was thick with a musty smell. Su Ming quickly groped his way to a corner and lowered his head to examine his surroundings. Then, he removed the documents from the package and carefully hid them under a pile of old newspapers, making sure no one could easily find them.

He reconfirmed his position, feeling slightly relieved. Despite this, Su Ming didn't stop. He knew he couldn't stay here for long. Zheng Yaoxian's forces were everywhere, and someone could come to search at any time. He had to ensure his own safety before he could continue with the next mission.

"I can't let these documents be discovered." Su Ming silently repeated this sentence in his mind, as if it had become his only belief at the moment. His fingers tightly grasped the pile of newspapers, as if only in this way could he gain a sense of security.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps could be heard from afar. Su Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately became alert. He quickly lowered his head, hiding behind a pile of debris, and held his breath. The footsteps grew closer, until they stopped at the warehouse entrance. Su Ming's eyes were fixed on the door, and his heartbeat was unusually loud in the silent air.

The footsteps outside the door paused for a moment, and then a low cough was heard. Su Ming clenched his fist, his fingertips almost piercing his palm. He knew he might have been exposed. That voice sounded like the familiar, cold Zheng Yaoxian.

"We have to hurry up, we can't delay any longer." The man whispered.

Su Ming's heart tightened, and he could practically hear his own heartbeat. His mind raced, thinking about how to deal with this sudden situation. The warehouse before him was small, and there were limited hiding places. If the enemy began to search, he would have almost no chance of escape.

"If they find the documents here, I'm done." Su Ming gritted his teeth, his heart icy. He knew the situation was becoming increasingly complicated, and he had to make a decision quickly.

He shifted slightly, trying not to make any noise. Although his heart was pounding, he forced himself to remain calm. Every second he paused was a test of his life. He had to wait for the right moment before reacting.

At that moment, the footsteps outside paused, followed by the soft sound of a door opening. Su Ming's heartbeat nearly leaped from his chest. He covered his mouth tightly, trying to remain silent. The situation before him made him feel more dangerous than ever before, yet he knew the only thing he could do was wait.

"They're coming in," Su Ming thought to himself, his eyes fixed on the door. The noise outside was getting closer and closer, seemingly approaching his hiding place. The tension made his whole body tense, every nerve throbbing with alertness.

He didn't dare to act rashly, mentally calculating the passage of time. Every second seemed to delay the decision between life and death. Finally, the footsteps stopped, and the warehouse fell into a deathly silence.

Su Ming's fingers trembled slightly, his fingertips tightly grasping the pile of newspapers, as if grasping his only remaining hope. A tense atmosphere hung in the air, and a dead silence reignited, even the sound of breathing seemed particularly heavy. The person outside the door seemed to be hesitating. The footsteps paused for a moment, then slowly began to pick up again, gradually fading away. Su Ming held his breath, his eyes fixed on the door, fearing that something might happen next.

"Are they gone?" he asked himself silently, his voice almost swallowed by his own breathing. His heartbeat was still pounding, and his entire body felt like a string that could snap at any moment. Every second, he waited for movement outside the door, afraid to accidentally expose himself.

Finally, the footsteps outside the door faded, as if the person had left. Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief, his body almost collapsing on the ground. The tension gradually receded, but the uneasiness in his heart lingered. He knew he couldn't go on like this. Every escape, every evasion, made him increasingly exhausted, and more and more lost in this endless game.

"What the hell am I even doing?" Su Ming muttered to himself, a hint of helplessness and exhaustion in his voice. His eyes were hazy, as if he couldn't see the road ahead. Every time he thought he'd found his way, he'd find himself in deeper trouble the next moment. Zheng Yaoxian's shadow always loomed over him, and it seemed he could never truly escape it.

He suddenly felt thirsty, his throat dry as if he'd swallowed a handful of sand. His exhausted body and strained nerves made him feel weak, as if every inch of his body was warning him. Su Ming stood up and stumbled towards the corner of the warehouse, but an involuntary thought surfaced in his mind—he wanted a bowl of bone soup.

Bone broth—that was his favorite flavor as a child. His mother would always simmer a pot of it on winter evenings. The broth was rich and fragrant, and every sip brought a warm feeling from the tip of his tongue to his entire body. That warmth seemed to dispel all the cold and fatigue, bringing a long-lost sense of security.