Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 386 After long-term weapons training

Su Ming stared at him, carefully observing every subtle change in his expression. His intuition told him that he was not lying, but he still couldn't fully trust this sudden "ally".

"Where is your team?" Su Ming suddenly asked, with a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

The man hesitated, clearly reluctant to answer. But under Su Ming's cold gaze, he finally relented. "It's less than two kilometers ahead. Our mission is to ensure your safe evacuation."

Su Ming heard this, thought for a moment, and slowly put away his gun, but he did not completely relax: "Lead the way."

The man nodded, turned around and walked forward, his movements clearly cautious. He obviously knew that Su Ming could change his mind at any time.

Along the way, Su Ming maintained a suitable distance, his eyes constantly scanning the surrounding environment. Each of his steps was light and powerful, as if he could unleash a deadly attack at any moment.

"You don't trust us." The tracker in front suddenly said, with a hint of temptation in his tone.

"Trust is something that needs to be exchanged," Su Ming replied coldly, his tone devoid of emotion. His mind was rapidly mulling over strategies for dealing with various emergencies, determined not to allow any unexpected events to affect the completion of the mission.

Soon, they arrived at a hidden campsite where several men in black were standing guard. Seeing Su Ming and the stalker appear, they were clearly relieved.

"Finally found you," said the leading man, his tone tinged with reproach. "Why didn't you evacuate according to the agreed route after completing your mission?"

"The situation has changed." Su Ming's answer was simple and direct, but the coldness in his tone silenced the other party instantly.

Su Ming glanced around the camp and confirmed there were no obvious threats. He nodded and asked, "What's the next plan?"

"We have received new instructions and need your assistance in another urgent task." The man said in a low voice, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Su Ming's brow furrowed slightly, a faint feeling in his heart that this mission might be even more dangerous than the previous ones. However, he showed no hesitation and asked calmly, "What is the goal?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "The target is a special item that is closely guarded by the enemy. We need to sneak into the enemy camp and bring it back."

Su Ming's heart rang with alarm when he heard about this so-called "special item." He calmly observed the people before him. A subtle nervousness lingered on their faces. This nervousness stemmed more from the danger of the mission itself than from their fear of him.

"Special items?" He raised his eyebrows, his tone so calm that it was almost impossible to tell what he was feeling.

The leading man nodded, glanced at Su Ming cautiously, and continued, "The intelligence we've received indicates that this item is extremely important to them. Their specific purpose...the higher-ups haven't specified it."

Su Ming's heart sank. He hated such ambiguous mission descriptions—unclear objectives, unclear enemy situations, and potential traps. However, this wasn't the first time he'd faced such a mission. He suppressed his displeasure and nodded slightly, "Details."

The man hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a rough map and pointed to a red circle. "This is a hidden enemy stronghold, heavily guarded. Our mission is to infiltrate, locate the target, and evacuate without alerting the main force."

Su Ming looked down at the map, his eyes narrowing slightly. He noticed that while the other party spoke seriously, the markings on the map were crude, and there wasn't even a clear evacuation route. These omissions only heightened his doubts. He raised his head and stared at the other party with a meaningful look. "Isn't this too hasty?"

The man's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "We'll provide cover for you. The specific route will require you to be flexible and adaptable on the spot."

"Cover?" Su Ming sneered, "Are you sure this operation requires cover, rather than attracting enemy fire?"

The man was stunned by Su Ming's cold tone and was speechless for a moment. He coughed awkwardly, "This plan was indeed hasty, but you should understand the importance of this item."

"I'm only responsible for the mission." Su Ming said calmly, his tone devoid of emotion. He turned around and put away the map. "Time."

The man was visibly relieved. "We need to act tonight. The enemy's shift change is at two in the morning. That's the best opportunity."

Su Ming nodded and walked straight towards the nearby camp, as if any further words with the other party would be a waste of time. However, his heart was not as calm as his outward appearance. He quickly sorted through the intelligence, filtering every possible loophole in his mind. He knew that the other party was withholding some key information, and this concealment could be fatal during the operation.

Night gradually fell, and everything around the camp seemed swallowed by a thick darkness. Su Ming leaned against a large tree, eyes closed, resting. But beneath his outward calm lay a taut nerve. He knew that tonight's mission would not be easy.

"Mr. Su." A young team member approached cautiously and handed over a pot of water. "Do you need some energy?"

Su Ming opened his eyes and glanced at him calmly: "No need. When taking action, remain quiet and follow my instructions."

The young man was slightly stunned, then nodded quickly: "Yes!"

Watching him hurriedly leave, the coldness in Su Ming's eyes didn't fade even a bit. He knew very well that although these people seemed to be cooperating on the surface, they might not be truly capable of carrying out the infiltration mission. He had to prepare for the worst-case scenario.

The jungle was almost suffocatingly quiet in the early morning, broken only by the occasional chirping of night birds. Su Ming crouched in a thicket, observing the distant enemy stronghold. The area was dimly lit, yet exuded a solemn aura. Patrolling sentries marched in measured steps, a new group appearing every few minutes.

He looked at the time on his wrist—1:47. Less than fifteen minutes left, and they had to act.

The other team members behind him were also hiding in the shadows, each one looking nervous, even panicked. Su Ming glanced at them coldly and whispered, "Remember, I'm only saying this once. The goal is to enter the warehouse in the center of the stronghold, find what we want, and then evacuate as quickly as possible. Don't try to play the hero, and don't get involved."

The team members nodded, but Su Ming saw uneasiness in their eyes. He knew that some of them might not even have experienced real combat.

The signal for action was a faint bird song. Su Ming was the first to leap from the bushes, his movements light and swift, like a ghost in the night. His footsteps made almost no sound, as if blending into the darkness.

However, just as they approached the outskirts of the stronghold, something unexpected happened. One of the team members stepped on a hidden trap mechanism, triggering a slight "click." Su Ming's nerves instantly tensed. Without hesitation, he rushed forward, pulling the man behind him. At the same time, he drew his dagger and quickly cut the capture rope that was about to spring up.

"Don't hold back." He scolded in a very low voice, his eyes full of cold warning.

The team member, sweating profusely, nodded repeatedly, but his face was already pale. His breathing was rapid, and he was clearly beginning to panic.

Su Ming said nothing more as he reorganized the team and moved the player to the back. He knew that in a mission like this, one person's panic could cause the entire team to collapse. He had to quickly control the situation.

They continued forward, successfully avoiding several patrol routes, and finally reached the outskirts of the warehouse. Su Ming raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop. He carefully observed for a moment, confirming that there were no additional traps, and then signaled the team to follow.

The warehouse door was sealed with an iron lock. Su Ming quickly pulled out a tool from his waist and began to crack the lock. The whole process took only a few seconds, and the lock was gently opened. He pushed the door open and quickly entered with his team.

The lights in the warehouse were dim, and the air was filled with a damp, musty smell. They carefully walked through the rows of shelves, searching for the target item. However, at this moment, Su Ming's intuition suddenly sounded an alarm.

"Get down!" he shouted, and almost at the same time, a bullet flew out from a corner not far away, whizzing past his scalp.

As Su Ming fell to the ground, he quickly adjusted his stance, rolling to the side along the ground, using the shelves to shield himself. The dim warehouse environment became his best ally, and his cold, knife-like gaze quickly locked onto the direction of the bullet.

The enemy was clearly surprised by his reaction speed, and that moment of hesitation gave Su Ming an opportunity. He quietly took out a silenced pistol, used the shadows of the shelves for cover, and slowly moved to a position with a better angle. He didn't shoot, but waited quietly, like a lurking cheetah.

The team members behind them hadn't fully reacted yet, but they knew they couldn't make any noise at this moment. Some gently adjusted their stances, others gripped their weapons tightly with trembling hands, and the team member who had stepped on the trap earlier had cold sweat on his palms, barely able to control his breathing.

"Calm down and hold your breath." Su Ming's voice was low and steady, as if it carried a magical power that could calm people down.

Hearing this, several team members slowed down their movements significantly. They realized that if they lost control, it would only add more danger to the entire operation.

Suddenly, Su Ming heard a faint metallic grinding sound—the sound of someone adjusting their weapon. He instantly determined the enemy's position and pulled the trigger without hesitation. A slight muffled sound followed, followed by a short, muffled groan from the target's direction. The opponent fell to the ground, his weapon slipping from his grasp.

Su Ming didn't pause. He quickly stood up and, in a few quick strides, reached the target's body, confirming it was lifeless. He was a man wearing ordinary work clothes, but Su Ming could tell at a glance that he was no ordinary worker. His palms were covered in calluses, and his knuckles were distinct, evidently from years of weapons training.