Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Even though he didn't know what he really wanted at that time, this simple satisfaction became the only motivation that allowed him to persevere in desperate situations.

"The enemy is not far away, and you are actually thinking about these things?" Su Ming laughed softly at himself. Coming back to his senses, he quickly organized his thoughts and focused his attention on the current situation again.

Yet, despite his best efforts to dispel this longing, it clung to him like an uninvited guest, impossible to ignore. Even in the moment of confrontation with the enemy, his fingers slipped silently and unconsciously through his clothes, as if unconsciously groping for a place. That warm feeling, like some distant comfort, reminded him that no matter how dangerous the moment, there was always a simple comfort waiting for him.

"I must remain calm." Su Ming took a deep breath and forced himself back to reality. The enemy still did not let up, their footsteps drawing closer and closer, and a tense atmosphere quickly spread around him.

He spun, swiftly dodging an approaching enemy. His movements were agile and swift, like a cheetah darting through the darkness. But even with his swift movements, his heart remained restless. The craving for bone broth, like an undeniable voice, echoed within him.

"What on earth are you thinking about?" He almost gritted his teeth to try to dispel this thought, but found that this thought was getting stronger and stronger, as if it had become the only bond that separated him from the world.

Yes, bone broth, steaming hot bone broth - in this dark environment, it represents a kind of escape, a simple but hard-to-get comfort.

The warm image resurfaced in his mind: the boiling pot of soup in the kitchen, the enticing aroma of tender bones stewed to a crisp, the wisps of steam spreading out, touching the deepest part of his heart. That was his sense of belonging, a memory he could never forget no matter how far he went.

"I want to drink a bowl of bone soup." Su Ming muttered to himself, and suddenly realized that he had given himself such a simple wish at such a moment.

However, the enemy's pace drew closer, and Su Ming knew the situation he faced remained dire. Though his inner desire distracted him somewhat, he knew he must devote himself wholeheartedly to this dangerous game. He couldn't allow his thoughts to be constrained by the bowl of soup again, because in this indifferent world, the only things that could save him were calmness and wisdom.

"Save your life first, then drink the soup." He whispered with a determined look in his eyes, and instantly regained his proper concentration.

The craving for bone broth, though still lingering within him, no longer clouded his judgment. He locked his sights on the enemy before him, calmly awaiting his next opportunity to strike. Bone broth might have been a fleeting thought, but the warmth it evoked remained deeply etched within him, becoming his ray of hope in this harsh world, perhaps even his sole motivation.

Su Ming's eyes silently scanned every corner of the darkness. The tense atmosphere grew tighter and tighter, like a string being pulled ever tighter. A sense of oppression hung heavy in the air, as if every slightest sound could trigger a catastrophe. Every breath he took was heavy, his heartbeat synced with his footsteps, and he was completely absorbed by his surroundings.

Suddenly, his gaze paused, locked onto a figure in the distant shadows. Zheng Yaoxian, a name he knew to his core, stood there, seemingly engaged in something. Su Ming frowned slightly, sensing a vague sense of unease—Zheng Yaoxian had always been cautious, never revealing himself easily, but now he seemed to be maintaining some kind of connection with someone.

Su Ming's heartbeat quickened slightly, but he resisted any further emotional turmoil. Observation was the skill he needed most at this moment. He slowly bent down, pressed himself against the wall, and tried to conceal himself in the darkness, approaching his target silently like a hunter. Every movement felt like a race against time, knowing that even the slightest mistake could expose him to Zheng Yaoxian's sight.

Zheng Yaoxian was unaware he was being watched. His expression was grave, his gaze focused, as if he were discussing something extremely important with someone. Su Ming's gaze shifted involuntarily forward, and he saw Zheng Yaoxian slowly withdraw a communicator. The device looked simple, but it was a highly dangerous signal source. Zheng Yaoxian lowered his head and began rapidly typing something, his expression growing increasingly serious.

"The person they contacted must be someone special." This thought flashed through Su Ming's mind. He had never seen Zheng Yaoxian so nervous before. Even in the most dangerous situations, Zheng Yaoxian always remained calm and composed. But now, every movement he made revealed a sense of urgency and unusual caution.

Su Ming held his breath, his eyes fixed on the communicator. He began to analyze who Zheng Yaoxian's target was. He couldn't take his eyes off the communicator, as if he could glimpse the truth from it.

"Zheng Yaoxian, that old fox." Su Ming sneered inwardly. Despite the silence outside, he knew Zheng Yaoxian was not someone who could be easily seen through. He had wandered in this shadow for too long, and Su Ming knew that the enemy before him was far more complex than it appeared.

Zheng Yaoxian paused, as if awaiting a response. Su Ming observed him closely. Although Zheng Yaoxian's expression didn't change much, a subtle sense of nervousness was pervasive. His eyes flickered, as if he were exchanging information with someone far away. Su Ming realized that this communication likely involved a larger, secretive plan. Zheng Yaoxian couldn't have taken such a risk for no reason. He must be planning something, and this plan seemed inextricably linked to Su Ming's current mission.

"Who is he contacting?" Su Ming pondered the question again. He couldn't help but wonder if Zheng Yaoxian's actions were preparations for some important action. Given the sensitivity of all this, he knew he had to quickly uncover the secrets behind it.

He clenched the communicator in his hand. It was a backup device he always carried with him. Although it was just a simple tool, it could help him obtain some necessary information when needed.