Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 425 A Decision Must Be Made

Is the other party an enemy or just a passerby? If they are enemies, how will they approach me?

Suddenly, the figure stopped, seemingly surveying their surroundings. Su Ming's heart nearly stopped. His fingers gripped the handle of his gun tightly, ready to respond to any unexpected situation. He didn't dare to poke his head out, his eyes fixed on the movements outside, ready to react at any moment.

"Dong." A soft sound was heard, as if someone had gently knocked on the iron door. The sound was not loud, but it made Su Ming's whole body tense.

"Are you in there?" the man shouted in a low voice. His voice was a little hoarse, but there was no sense of threat. Instead, it revealed a hint of anxiety.

Su Ming frowned slightly, a moment of hesitation forming within him. The voice from outside the iron gate puzzled him. If it was an enemy, how could they speak directly? Furthermore, there was no hostility in the voice; it even carried a hint of a plea for help. Su Ming tightened his grip on the gun, but his heart continued to beat. He still couldn't determine the origins of the person before him.

He gently approached the crack in the door, peering out a little. In the dim light, he saw the man's vague outline. He was a middle-aged man, thin, wearing shabby clothes and carrying a brown backpack on his back. His face was covered with several noticeable scars, and he looked very disheveled.

"You... who are you?" Su Ming asked in a low voice, his voice very low, as if afraid of attracting the other party's attention.

The man seemed relieved when he heard the voice and slowly turned around, a look of surprise and alertness in his eyes. "I... I was just passing by here." He paused and hesitated, as if deciding whether to continue. "I... I met some people outside. They... They surrounded me. I... I was scared."

Su Ming's mood fluctuated, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. He studied the man carefully, trying to discern a glimmer of truth in his gaze. He certainly looked a bit anxious, his body covered in dust and blood, as if he'd been through a fierce struggle. But that didn't mean he was innocent. Su Ming's mind was filled with complex emotions, and he instantly had more questions.

"You said you met some people? Who were they?" Su Ming's voice became even lower, with a hint of vigilance.

The man seemed stunned for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head, as if he was reluctant to look directly at Su Ming. "I don't know. They were dressed in black, their faces covered, only their eyes visible. Those people... they were chasing me, and I hid in this place." There was a hint of panic in his words. "They don't look like an ordinary patrol."

Su Ming's heart trembled, and he could barely contain his emotions. The black clothing and the obscured face—these were his intuitions about the enemy. He instantly tensed up, not daring to let his guard down.

"How far are they from you?" Su Ming asked urgently, his tone tense and quick.

"They should be... not far away." The man replied, his tone still filled with panic. "They were just nearby. I heard their footsteps getting closer and closer."

Su Ming's mind raced. He could no longer judge the man's authenticity. However, the most important thing right now was to ensure his own safety. If what he said was true, then their enemies were approaching. He took a deep breath and whispered, "Keep quiet. Don't move." Then he quickly contacted Zheng Yaoxian.

Zheng Yaoxian's voice remained calm on the communicator: "Captain, what's the situation?"

"Zheng Yaoxian, we may have exposed our position," Su Ming said briefly. "There are some people outside, dressed in black, approaching. I suspect they are the enemy, but we can't be sure yet." He paused and glanced nervously outside the iron gate. "I need backup."

Zheng Yaoxian was silent for a moment, as if making a decision. "Understood, Captain. Stay hidden and wait for support. Don't take any risky actions. We will send someone as soon as possible."

Su Ming nodded, feeling relieved. He knew he couldn't make decisions lightly anymore and had to rely on the team's strength to deal with this potential crisis together.

The footsteps outside the iron gate grew closer, like a sharp sword, forcing Su Ming's breathing to quicken. He pressed himself against the iron gate and took a deep breath, trying not to make any sound. His heartbeat seemed to pound violently in his chest, his eyes fixed on the darkness outside the crack of the door, listening for the almost imperceptible footsteps. Each footstep was a warning; he knew he could not act rashly again.

At this moment, everything in his mind seemed to freeze. The conversation with Zheng Yaoxian just now still echoed in his ears: "Stay hidden and wait for support." This brief instruction became his only reliance at this moment. Before the team's support arrived, Su Ming had to put himself in the safest position and observe the enemy's every move.

His eyes involuntarily swept around the surroundings. The air was filled with a damp, cold air, and the night wind blew in through the cracks in the iron gate, bringing a biting chill. The streets were deserted, and the surrounding buildings remained silent. The only sound he could hear was the faint sound of footsteps outside. Su Ming knew this was no simple patrol. If it were, the enemy would have discovered them long ago and would never have stayed here for so long. Moreover, the man's previous words sounded panic and anxiety, suggesting that they were not simply here to investigate.

"I have to calm down and not let my emotions influence my judgment." Su Ming reminded himself silently in his heart, trying to calm the uneasiness that was quietly creeping into his heart.

He glanced down at the firearms in his backpack, ready to be pulled out at any moment. His fingers touched the cold metal, and a chill spread through his heart. While the guns could provide lethal protection at any time, he knew better than to mention that the most dangerous thing at this moment wasn't the enemy's weapons, but the irreversible consequences of misjudgment.

"I must hide and observe everything." He warned himself secretly in his heart, and then began to think about the next course of action.

Gradually, the footsteps stopped. Su Ming's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he instantly entered a state of extreme tension. He held his breath, staring at the crack in the iron gate, his eyes straining to see through the dim light. The pause in the footsteps didn't mean safety; on the contrary, it only made him feel a vague sense of oppression. If the enemy hadn't noticed him, it meant they were lurking quietly, preparing to strike at the most opportune moment.

After a moment of silence, a low cough was heard outside the door, breaking the dead silence. The man's voice was even deeper than before, with a hint of urgency: "Is anyone there? Are you still here?"

Su Ming was slightly stunned, his heart sinking. This question had a completely different tone than before, a stronger sense of tension in his voice, as if he was searching for a target. Su Ming didn't react immediately, remaining silently hidden behind the iron gate. His eyes scanned the surroundings, his mind racing. Who were these two people outside? If they were just passersby, they wouldn't have spoken such a word; but if they were enemies, why didn't they attack immediately?

Su Ming, filled with doubts, slowly squatted down, trying to avoid making any noise. He wanted to find a better angle to observe the situation outside.

On the other side of the iron gate, it was completely dark, making it almost impossible to see anything. Su Ming hesitated for a moment, finally deciding to move slightly to find a more suitable observation position. He mentally calculated that if things became dangerous, he would have to react immediately. While the gun in his hand provided powerful lethality, if the enemy was too numerous or the fighting style was too complex, relying solely on force might not be enough to escape successfully.

"If it really is an enemy, all I can rely on is speed and concealment." He clenched his teeth, and his inner determination made his fingers tighten a little.

Following a burst of rapid breathing, the movement outside the iron gate changed again. The voice suddenly became urgent: "Where are you? Speak!"

"This..." Su Ming muttered to himself, "This isn't a normal way of asking." He frowned and began to analyze the situation carefully. This person clearly knew he was nearby, even aware of his potential exposure. His tone was filled with anxiety and urgency. Su Ming knew that in this situation, any rash action could land him in trouble.

If he showed up now, he might not be able to control the situation. Furthermore, the enemy's strength was still unclear, so he couldn't act rashly. Adding to that the man's previous words, he began to wonder if he was in a hidden trap.

He decided on the most cautious course of action—to remain hidden and observe.

Footsteps sounded again, this time very close to Su Ming's iron gate, almost approaching. His heart skipped a beat, and his alertness suddenly rose, ready to respond to any emergency at any time. As the footsteps drew closer, Su Ming could almost hear the other person's breathing. The person was right outside the door, less than two meters away. But this time, he didn't speak immediately, but stopped.

"If they were an enemy, how could they be so patient and stop here?" Su Ming was filled with doubt. The enemy's usual style should be swift and efficient attacks, not delaying like this.

A possibility suddenly occurred to him—this person might not be an enemy, or rather, the enemy's behavior wasn't a direct attack, but rather a test or a deception. He couldn't waste any more time; he had to make a decision.

"What should I do? Continue observing? Or..."

He pondered, feeling a growing sense of unease. Every decision he made could affect the outcome. Time passed, yet the tide remained unturned. As he hesitated, he suddenly heard another burst of hurried footsteps from outside the iron gate, this time closer. The other party seemed to sense something was amiss, their steps quick and determined.