Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

Lin Yumo described in fits and starts that some of the company's sales documents were destroyed, most were lost, and the base was in complete chaos.

My heart sank. It seemed the mysterious organization's counterattack was even faster than we had anticipated.

After hanging up the phone, I turned to look at Gong Lin, whose gaze was equally grave.

“It seems we need to speed things up,” he said in a deep voice.

We decided to head to the abandoned warehouse in the west of the city immediately, which was the only clue we had at the moment, and we might be able to find some leads.

Night fell over the city, and the light from the streetlights cast streaks of light and shadow on the car windows.

I gripped the steering wheel, my palms slightly sweaty.

Gong Lin sat in the passenger seat, his sharp gaze sweeping across the rearview mirror.

“It has a tail,” he said suddenly, his tone icy.

I saw a black sedan following us at a distance that wasn't too close or too far in my rearview mirror.

"Hold on tight," Gong Lin said briefly.

Before I could react, the car suddenly accelerated, weaving through traffic like a nimble fish.

I gripped the handrail nervously, my heart pounding.

Gong Lin jerked the steering wheel, and the car roared like an angry bull. With each sharp turn, the tires left a black mark on the pavement, and the pungent smell of rubber filled the car. The black sedan tried to keep up, but Gong Lin skillfully used the traffic and narrow streets to leave it bewildered. I could even see the exasperated expression on the driver's face, which added a touch of exhilaration to my tense heart.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning onto a secluded side road, Gong Lin suddenly stopped the car.

"What's wrong?" I asked confusedly.

He didn't say anything, he just pointed to the rearview mirror.

I followed his gaze and saw that the black sedan had reappeared, and not just one, but two vans were also flanking us from different directions.

It seems they were prepared; this is a trap!

A cold smile curled at the corner of Gong Lin's lips, a glint of icy light flashing in his eyes. Gong Lin's composure was not innate. His years as a special agent, countless brushes with death had taught him to remain calm in the face of any danger. With every attack and defense, he would think of his fallen comrades; he could not fail. He had to fight for them, and to protect those before him.

"Qingqing, hold on tight." He said, then sharply turned the steering wheel, and the car executed a beautiful drift, speeding towards the abandoned warehouse.

The gate to the abandoned warehouse was right in front of me. I caught a glimpse of the vehicles chasing closely behind me, and my heart jumped into my throat.

Gong Lin floored the accelerator, and the car shot into the warehouse gate like an arrow.

Just as the gate was about to close, I saw several men in black jump out of the van, armed with weapons, and chase after us.

The gate slammed shut, cutting us off from the outside world.

The warehouse was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

I turned on the car lights, and the blinding beams illuminated the interior of the warehouse.

The air was thick with the smell of dust, and there were mountains of waste everywhere.

Gong Lin pushed open the car door and got out first.

"Be careful," he said in a low voice, his tone tinged with alertness.

I nodded and got off the bus as well.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in from deep within the warehouse, and I couldn't help but shiver.

"Here..." I had just started to speak when Gong Lin suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him.

"What's that sound?" He looked around warily...

A faint "click" sound came from deep within the warehouse, like the sound of some mechanism being activated.

Before I could react, Gong Lin pulled me behind him and rolled away, hiding behind a pile of abandoned wooden crates.

"Be careful, there's a trap here!" he whispered, his tone grave.

I immediately activated my spatial awareness, and the world before me seemed to be shrouded in a thin veil. The originally chaotic warehouse interior now clearly revealed various hidden mechanisms and traps.

The red lines represent danger and are densely distributed in every corner of the warehouse, which is alarming.

I gasped. Thank goodness there was space; otherwise, we might have already fallen into a trap.

"Three steps to the left, then five steps diagonally, then turn right..." I quickly told Gong Lin the safe route I had sensed.

He moved without hesitation according to my instructions, his movements agile, like a nimble cheetah, darting freely through dangerous traps.

We moved forward cautiously, taking each step with utmost care.

After activating my spatial awareness, I discovered that the red danger lines seemed to be alive, trembling slightly as we approached. As I directed Gong Lin to proceed along the safe route, with each step we took, the surrounding debris seemed to emit soft sighs, as if marveling at our good fortune.

When we finally passed through an area full of traps, the places where the traps were originally hidden suddenly flashed a faint blue light, as if paying tribute to our successful solution. This mysterious and fantastical scene of solving the traps was truly unforgettable.

"Click, click..." The sound of the mechanism being activated became more and more frequent, and the atmosphere in the warehouse became more and more tense.

My palms were sweaty, and even with the protection of the space, I couldn't completely eliminate the fear in my heart.

Finally, we arrived at a rusty iron gate.

I activated my spatial awareness again, and only after confirming that there was no danger around did I signal to Gong Lin that she could open the door.

He nodded, gripped the doorknob, and pushed hard—

With a creaking sound, the iron gate slowly opened.

A chilling aura swept over me, and I sensed a strong killing intent emanating from behind the door.

Gong Lin pulled me behind him, his eyes fixed intently on the darkness behind the door, and whispered, "Someone's there..."

A tall figure slowly emerged from behind the iron gate, shrouded in shadow, his face obscured.

He was like a ghost born from the darkness, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

Without any words or pleasantries, the shadowy figure made its move!

Its speed was astonishing, like a black lightning bolt, heading straight for Gong Lin.

Gong Lin was prepared and dodged the attack from the shadowy figure by sidestepping.

While dodging the attacks of the shadowy figure, Gong Lin suddenly leaped onto a pile of abandoned steel frames. Taking advantage of the height of the steel frames, he swooped down like a falcon and delivered a fierce flying kick straight for the shadowy figure's head.

In a panic, the shadowy figure raised his hand to defend himself, but was forced back several steps by Gong Lin's force. The dust beneath his feet billowed up, forming a semi-circular cloud of dust, like smoke rising from a battlefield. The scene froze before my eyes, becoming a breathtaking sight.

The warehouse was dusty and dimly lit. I could only see two figures moving and passing each other quickly, and my ears were filled with the whooshing sound of the wind and the sound of impacts.

I watched anxiously from the sidelines, secretly competing with myself. I knew I couldn't always rely on Gong Lin; my spatial abilities should have more uses.

But now, I can only watch helplessly as he fights alone. I must improve my abilities as soon as possible so that I will never feel so helpless again.

Although the shadowy figure's attacks were fierce, its moves were somewhat simplistic, seemingly sacrificing variety in pursuit of ultimate speed and power.

Gong Lin, on the other hand, was a veteran of countless battles and had a wealth of experience. While dodging attacks, he was also constantly observing and analyzing his opponent's tactics.

Gradually, Gong Lin began to gain the upper hand.

He seized the opportunity during the shadowy figure's attack and delivered a swift sweeping kick, striking the figure squarely in the abdomen.

The dark figure grunted and staggered back a few steps.

Gong Lin gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath, pressing his advantage and raining down punches, each one carrying immense force.

The shadowy figure was forced to retreat, sustaining several wounds on its body.

Just when I thought the battle was over, the dark figure suddenly roared, its speed increased again, and its attack became even more frenzied.

He was like a wounded wild beast, launching a final, desperate counterattack.

Gong Lin's eyes sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "A cornered beast's struggle..."

Amidst the billowing dust, every movement of Gong Lin was like a meticulously calculated work of art. His sweeping leg, like a whirlwind, swept towards the shadowy figure with destructive power. When that kick struck the shadowy figure's abdomen, it was like a heavy hammer striking a war drum—dull yet awe-inspiring. He pressed his advantage, his fists raining down like raindrops, each punch landing precisely on the shadowy figure's weak points, leaving the figure utterly defenseless. I could almost hear the 'thud' of the blows echoing through the warehouse, filling me with excitement and exhilaration.

The shadowy figure's attacks grew increasingly fierce, as if it were courting death, and Gong Lin's breathing gradually became heavy.

I clenched my fists, feeling extremely anxious, but I couldn't help at all.

Suddenly, a shrill voice broke the tense atmosphere in the warehouse.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a wonderful performance."

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in a white suit who had appeared at the other end of the warehouse at some point.

His face was pale, and his lips were bright red, like an actor wearing cheap rouge. He was the same Pale Face who had escaped earlier.

"Who are you?" I asked sharply.

The pale-faced man chuckled lightly, speaking in a mocking tone, "Me? I'm just an observer, a spectator enjoying this good show." His gaze fell on me, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Miss Miao, your space is truly amazing, managing to escape so many calamities. But do you really think you know all its secrets?"

My space? How did he know about my space? I was startled. Had he been spying on me all along?

"What do you mean?" I suppressed my unease and asked in a cold voice.

The pale-faced man didn't answer my question directly. Instead, he turned to the fiercely fighting Gong Lin and the shadowy figure, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, this show should end now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadowy figure suddenly stopped moving, like a puppet that had lost control, and fell straight to the ground.

Gong Lin also stopped what he was doing and looked warily at the pale-faced man.

"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm." The pale-faced man raised his hands, looking harmless. "I just want to tell Miss Miao a secret, a secret about your space."

He paused, his gaze returning to me with a strange, meaningful look. "You know, your space isn't unique..."

My heart sank suddenly and an ominous premonition came over me.

The pale-faced man continued, "It's just the beginning..."

He suddenly reached out and pointed behind me, a strange smile on his face. "Look, they're here..."

I turned my head sharply, but saw nothing.

"What trick are you playing?" I turned around, only to find that the pale-faced man had disappeared.

"Qingqing!" Gong Lin's voice rang in my ears, "Be careful!"

Before I could react, I felt a powerful force push me away.

With a loud "bang," I saw Gong Lin being struck by a dark figure and fall to the ground...