Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

He had no time to dwell on strawberries. Though his inner longing surged like a tidal wave, he knew the mission at hand was paramount. Zheng Yaoxian's movements were accelerating, and he needed to react quickly. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to clear the strawberry field from his mind, focusing all his energy on the challenge ahead.

"Strawberry..." He sighed softly again, his voice low and helpless.

As he was about to step into darkness, a thought suddenly occurred to Su Ming—perhaps he wasn't simply craving strawberries, but rather a time where he could let go of his guard and truly rest. Strawberries were that symbol, a symbol of the simplicity, peace, and warmth he once possessed.

Su Ming's footsteps were almost silent in the darkness, and he felt an invisible pressure weighing down his every step. His heartbeat became unusually loud at this moment, and every pulse beat seemed to remind him that all of this was a gamble, and he had already staked himself on this irreversible gamble.

His eyes were fixed on the direction Zheng Yaoxian had left, but the same question began to linger in his mind: What exactly was Zheng Yaoxian planning? Why was he behaving so strangely now? Whether it was the communicator or his casual expression, Su Ming felt like he was caught in a tangled web. His doubts deepened, his intuition telling him that the truth was far more complex than he had imagined.

"What exactly is hidden in that communicator?" This question lodged itself deeply in Su Ming's mind like a thorn. He couldn't imagine Zheng Yaoxian being so meticulous in concealing his actions, even down to the smallest detail. Was this level of secrecy intended to retaliate against him? Or was there a deeper strategic plan behind his actions?

Zheng Yaoxian's image gradually emerged in Su Ming's mind. Every subtle movement, every pause in silence, seemed to hint at something. But he couldn't grasp that clue, that glimmer of truth. If it were a simple conspiracy, he could understand it, but everything this man did seemed to be working towards a greater goal, a goal that Su Ming had yet to grasp.

He couldn't help but frown and paused. Yes, Zheng Yaoxian's every move was filled with precision and calmness, as if every plan had been carefully thought out, leaving no room for error. But Su Ming knew well that Zheng Yaoxian never tolerated any surprises. Yet, he had accepted the sudden interruption with uncanny ease, not even immediately deleting the information in his communicator. This change was precisely the source of his confusion.

"This isn't right," Su Ming muttered softly, even hearing the unease in his voice. Knowing Zheng Yaoxian, he knew he wasn't one to easily take advantage of any loophole. But why, at this crucial moment, was Zheng Yaoxian being so unabashed? Was he waiting for something? Or perhaps, knowing all along that Su Ming was watching, he was deliberately creating so many false impressions to confuse him?

Su Ming could almost feel his heartbeat intertwined with the surrounding atmosphere to form a strange frequency. His intuition warned him: something was happening quietly, and its speed was much faster than he had imagined.

"I can't go on like this," he muttered to himself, a hint of suppressed determination in his voice. Su Ming was no longer willing to sit idly by and watch. He began to consider whether he should take more proactive action to uncover Zheng Yaoxian's true intentions.

At that moment, a faint sound shattered his thoughts. It was the distinct sound of Zheng Yaoxian's footsteps, approaching closer and closer. Su Ming instinctively held his breath, not daring to lose focus. His eyes were fixed on the darkness ahead, his alertness aroused to the utmost. He knew that any slight negligence could lead to irreversible consequences.

"Why?" Su Ming asked himself again, the question swirling in his mind. He began to suspect that he might not have fully grasped Zheng Yaoxian's plan, or even his true intentions. If it were simply to control him, Zheng Yaoxian would have resorted to more tactics. And if there was a deeper purpose behind this, then he must uncover the mystery as soon as possible.

He maintained a low profile, approaching quietly, yet found himself somewhat lost in the complex, unresolved emotions. Whether it was his motives or his actions, Zheng Yaoxian seemed to have already laid out an elaborate scheme, waiting for the right moment to reveal its true nature. And he himself might be the key piece in this game.

As Su Ming approached Zheng Yaoxian, a whirlwind of emotions surged within him: confusion, curiosity, anxiety, and even a faint, inexplicable fear. He didn't know why, but he felt that once he thoroughly understood Zheng Yaoxian's true purpose, there might be no turning back, and he might even be completely consumed by this invisible chess game.

But he didn't retreat. He knew his mission hadn't changed: exploring the truth was the meaning of his existence. Even facing uncertain dangers, he had to delve deeper, to get closer to the truth hidden in the fog.

Zheng Yaoxian moved closer, almost within Su Ming's sight. The air seemed to freeze, and all his senses became hypersensitive in that instant. Su Ming could clearly hear his own racing heartbeat, echoing in the night. Darkness enveloped him like an invisible hand, making everything even more confusing.

No one could ever truly understand his situation, especially in this kind of work. Every decision felt like a sword hanging over his head, ready to fall. And this time, it seemed like a major mistake on his part, an irreparable oversight.

The name written in the file, Zheng Yaoxian, the man who had once fought alongside him, was now his enemy. Su Ming knew that in this dangerous situation, a single misstep could cost him his life, and Zheng Yaoxian's identity had already begun to reveal its hidden truth.

"What on earth is he trying to do?" Su Ming muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the folder in front of him. The papers inside were yellowed, no longer the clear reports they once were, but now eroded by time. He couldn't help but think of the signal Zheng Yaoxian had given him that day.