Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Recalling that detail, Su Ming couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. It was an ordinary evening. He and Zheng Yaoxian stood side by side on the balcony of their temporary residence, gazing at the watery moonlight in the distance, smoking quietly. Zheng Yaoxian's eyes were empty, as if he was thinking about something. Suddenly, he said, "Brother Ming, what do you think the purpose of our business is?"

"For the country." Su Ming answered as a matter of course.

"Country?" Zheng Yaoxian chuckled. "Country? It's just a bunch of empty words. Who can guarantee that those who stand at the top have truly done anything for us?"

"What are you talking about?" Su Ming noticed some elusive emotions in Zheng Yaoxian's tone and immediately became alert.

Zheng Yaoxian didn't say anything else, just smiled, as if nothing had happened. He just lit a cigarette, and a complicated light flashed in his eyes.

At the time, Su Ming didn't take it seriously. He thought Zheng Yaoxian was just complaining about the pressures of life, or perhaps because his long-term espionage work had caused him some emotional fluctuations. However, he didn't realize what was hidden behind this seemingly ordinary conversation.

At that time, he probably had no idea that Zheng Yaoxian had already established some kind of connection with the hostile forces. And that decisive oversight happened when he least expected it.

A few days ago, Su Ming received an encrypted document concerning a top-secret operation codenamed "Phoenix." According to the document, one of the individuals executing this operation was none other than Zheng Yaoxian. The information contained in the document also revealed a startling fact: Zheng Yaoxian had previously come into contact with key enemy figures during numerous covert missions, even providing crucial intelligence. Su Ming was struck by this, realizing that he might have been targeting the wrong person all along, and that Zheng Yaoxian had already betrayed him.

Then, Su Ming realized that the root of all this might be a detail he had inadvertently overlooked. As Zheng Yaoxian had said, "Who can guarantee that those who ultimately stand at the top have truly done anything for us?" The doubt and uneasiness revealed in his words seemed to have already sown the seeds of rebellion.

"Why Zheng Yaoxian?" Su Ming stood up from his desk, his eyes sharp as a knife. He gripped the folder tightly, as if holding the key to destroying everything. He pondered how to completely uncover Zheng Yaoxian's true identity.

However, the closer he got to the truth, the more uneasy he felt. In the past, he and Zheng Yaoxian had fought side by side, sharing life and death. That deep trust seemed ingrained in their blood. With every mission, every life-or-death decision, their tacit understanding was so natural, it seemed to transcend words and actions, forming an invisible force that sustained them through each difficult moment. But now, he had to face a cruel truth—the comrade who had once fought side by side had become his enemy.

If it is true as written in the document, Zheng Yaoxian's betrayal undoubtedly means that he has been working for the enemy, and all this will be done at the expense of Su Ming.

He took a deep breath and began to reflect on his mistakes. It turned out that Zheng Yaoxian had never fully trusted him. At times, he even felt that Zheng Yaoxian was always observing his every move with a secret gaze.

"Why didn't I find out sooner?" Su Ming's mood grew increasingly heavy, and he even began to blame himself, blaming himself for not noticing the slightest change in Zheng Yaoxian's behavior. Every conversation, every assignment, seemed to convey a hidden message, yet he had never delved into it.

He remembered how they always completed routine tasks with ease, and how Zheng Yaoxian's performance was almost impeccable. He always stepped in at the crucial moment, helping them resolve any crisis. But why, with such perfection, did it always seem more suspicious? Was there a shadow looming behind the scenes?

"Damn it!" Su Ming angrily slammed his palm on the table, making a sharp sound. His fingers clenched, his fingertips turning white, as if he wanted to crush the document into pieces. The rage and powerlessness in his heart intertwined, making it almost impossible for him to calm down.

At that moment, he suddenly heard light footsteps outside the door. He immediately became alert, quickly stood up and walked to the door, gently opening it a crack. Through the tiny gap, he saw a familiar figure slowly walking down the corridor, his figure steady and his movements deliberate. The person did not turn around, seemingly unaware of Su Ming's gaze.

That person was Zheng Yaoxian.

A flicker of unease crossed Su Ming's heart. He knew that if there was real danger at this moment, Zheng Yaoxian's calmness and composure would prove it all. He had been hiding his true identity and purpose, but now, it seemed that it could no longer be concealed.

He closed the door and quickly returned to his desk, his mind racing through a series of possible scenarios. He knew that if Zheng Yaoxian was truly an enemy, then everything that followed would no longer be a mere mission, but a life-or-death struggle. He had to make a quick decision—would he trust his past friendship or the intelligence before him?

Su Ming's fingers remained tightly gripped around the document, and the atmosphere grew oppressive and heavy. His eyes fixed on the table, his mind involuntarily recollecting the past—Zheng Yaoxian's laughter, the moments they had fought alongside him, the subtle doubts that seemed to linger between their words, the vagueness that seemed to conceal something.

"Damn it." He gritted his teeth, a subtle hint of anxiety in his eyes. Zheng Yaoxian's figure gradually receded from the end of the corridor. His calm composure almost made Su Ming feel that all his doubts had become ineffective. He didn't know how many people were manipulating all this, nor did he know if he had already fallen into an elaborate trap.

He felt his head was hot, his heart was beating faster, and his breathing became a little rapid. He didn't know if he had entered a situation of no return, but he knew one thing - there was no time to hesitate.

"Zheng Yaoxian, the man who always seemed distant to me." Su Ming's thoughts began to churn, his mind replaying the days he spent with Zheng Yaoxian. The two had fought side by side for so many years, faced life and death countless times, their trust in each other reaching near-perfect proportions. But why did everything seem so strange and unsettling now?

His gaze returned to the document again, and he vaguely felt that there was an unspeakable truth hidden behind this seemingly ordinary document.