I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

Zhang Wanqing, Fu Siyuan, and Li Wei were in their new hiding place, an abandoned warehouse, nervously checking their equipment. They knew that the Dark Current could find them at any time, so they had to be ready to fight at any time.

The warehouse was filled with the smell of damp and rust, and their shadows were long under the dim light.

Zhang Wanqing carefully examined the pistol's magazine, her fingers sliding lightly over the cold metal, feeling the contours of each cartridge. Her eyes were focused and determined, and each pull of the bolt was full of power. She knew that these weapons might be the key to their survival.

Fu Siyuan was silently assembling a sniper rifle in the corner. His fingers were steady and precise, and his concentration was evident every time he tightened a screw.

His eyes were fixed on the sight. He was imagining the scene of the "Undercurrent" organization members appearing in his sight. His fingers gently pulled the trigger, feeling the feedback of each simulated shot.

Li Wei was checking the communications equipment, his ear pressed against the headset, listening to the rustle of static. His voice was low and firm as he tested every channel to ensure he could maintain contact with the outside world at this critical moment.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard as he tried to crack the communication frequency of the "Undercurrent" organization, hoping to intercept their messages.

The three of them moved in a coordinated and orderly manner. There was a hint of nervousness in their eyes, but more of firmness and determination.

Just when they were ready, the door of the warehouse was suddenly kicked open, and several men in black suits rushed in quickly. Their eyes were cold and ruthless, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the dim light.

Zhang Wanqing quickly drew her pistol, her body moving swiftly, seeking cover. Her eyes were calm and determined, her fingers steady and powerful. She knew she had to protect her companions, even if it meant she might die.

Fu Siyuan quickly found a sniper spot, his body pressed against the wall, his eyes fixed on the scope. His finger gently squeezed the trigger, and the bullets streaked in the night sky. His eyes were calm and focused, and every shot he made was filled with determination.

Li Wei provided support from the rear. His voice was low and firm as he directed Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan's actions. His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard as he attempted to disrupt the Undercurrent's communications, hoping to create chaos for them.

The battle raged inside the warehouse, bullets whistling in the air and explosions echoing all around. Zhang Wanqing, Fu Siyuan, and Li Wei, relying on their outstanding combat skills and tacit cooperation, successfully resisted the attack of the "Undercurrent" organization.

Just as the battle was at its most intense, a man in a black suit slowly walked into the warehouse. His eyes were cold and arrogant, and he held a silver pistol in his hand. His gaze swung between Zhang Wanqing, Fu Siyuan, and Li Wei, finally settling on Zhang Wanqing's face.

"Put down your weapons, or I promise you will regret it." His voice was low and threatening, and his eyes revealed a hint of disdain.

Zhang Wanqing sneered, her eyes revealing a hint of contempt: "Do you think we are afraid of you?"

The man's eyes turned cold, and he quickly raised his pistol and aimed at Zhang Wanqing. At this moment, Fu Siyuan's bullet accurately hit his wrist, and his pistol fell to the ground.

A flash of surprise flashed across the man's eyes, and he quickly retreated, his body nimble and swift. A hint of anger flashed in his eyes, and his voice was low and threatening: "You will pay for what you did today."

Zhang Wanqing sneered, her eyes revealing a hint of determination: "We won't let you succeed."

The man's eyes turned cold, he turned quickly and disappeared into the night.

After the battle, the warehouse was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. The three of them leaned against the wall, their breathing rapid and heavy, their faces showing exhaustion.

Zhang Wanqing gently wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her eyes revealed a hint of fatigue, but more of determination. She knew they had to find the other members of the "Undercurrent" organization as soon as possible, otherwise more people would suffer the same fate.

Fu Siyuan was inspecting his sniper rifle, his fingers sliding gently across the cold metal, feeling the scars of every battle. His eyes revealed a calmness, knowing that every shot he took could be the key to their survival.

Li Wei was checking the communications equipment, his ear pressed against the headset, listening to the rustle of static. His voice was low and firm as he tested every channel to ensure he could maintain contact with the outside world at this critical moment.

Zhang Wanqing, Fu Siyuan, and Li Wei sat in a dim warehouse, with the man they'd rescued from the lab in the middle. His eyes were lost and terrified, like a small animal trapped in the darkness. His gaze darted between the three of them, finally settling on Zhang Wanqing's face.

The man slowly sat up, his hand gently stroking his forehead, as if trying to recall something. His eyes were confused and fearful, like a small animal trapped in the darkness. His gaze darted between the three people, finally settling on Zhang Wanqing's face.

"Who... who am I?" His voice was hoarse and weak, as if it came from a distant memory.

Zhang Wanqing gently held his hand, her voice gentle but firm: "We saved you. You are safe now."

A complex emotion flashed across the man's eyes. He seemed to be trying to recall something, but his memories were like torn pieces, difficult to piece together. His brows were furrowed, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

"I... I can't remember anything." There was a hint of despair in his voice, and his memory seemed to be pulled away, leaving only a blank.

Fu Siyuan quickly turned on his computer. He was trying to crack the communication frequency of the "Undercurrent" organization, hoping to intercept their information.

The man slowly stood up, his body swaying slightly. Zhang Wanqing quickly supported him. He could feel the warmth of her hand, which gave him a sense of peace of mind. His eyes wandered around the warehouse, where he could see the dilapidated machines and scattered tools. He could feel the abandonment and desolation of the place.

His memories were like ghosts locked in darkness, he could feel them calling to him, but he didn't know how to reach them. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, he could feel his breathing becoming rapid and heavy.

He slowly closed his eyes, and blurry images flashed through his mind. He could see people in white lab coats, their eyes cold and ruthless. He could see flashing screens and complex instruments, and he could feel the coldness and hardness of those instruments.

His memory was like torn pieces. He could see many fragmented images but was unable to piece them together.

Maybe he was connected to the project called 'Project Shadow', maybe he knew about the human experiments and the purpose of creating some kind of super soldier.