Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 377: Forcing out some useful information...

"Here's his background information," Zhang continued. "He appears to be a businessman, but he's actually an intelligence broker. He's connected to a group of dangerous individuals. Your mission is to find out his recent movements, locate his contact points, and, if necessary, eliminate him."

Su Ming nodded and closed the document: "How long is the deadline?"

"The sooner the better. His actions are becoming more frequent. We can't wait too long."

"understood."

Su Ming stood up and left without saying anything else. His mind was already racing, connecting the possible connections between the previous mission objective and the new one. Every detail could be the key to the mission's success.

Back in his quarters, Su Ming lit a cigarette and leaned against the window. The night sky outside remained gloomy, with occasional raindrops pattering against the windowpane. He exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes darkening. He had no doubt he could complete the mission, but he knew that with every move, he was losing something. His soul, worn down by this endless spy war, seemed to grow colder and emptier.

He opened the file, carefully read every detail, and wrote down the target's life patterns, preferences, and possible weaknesses. He never relied on luck, as he knew that only by being fully prepared could he survive in the most dangerous moments.

Two days later, Su Ming finally took action. He stalked his target, hiding from sight in the most natural way possible. He observed his every move, recording every detail. The man's behavior seemed ordinary, but Su Ming keenly noticed something unusual—he lingered in a cafe for an unusually long time and spoke to a stranger for an unusually long time.

Su Ming was in no rush to act. He knew that a true hunter never rushed to attack, but waited for the perfect moment. He watched silently from the shadows, like a ghost in the shadows, silent and unobtrusive.

However, things don't always go as planned.

That night, while Su Ming was lurking outside the target's apartment, something unexpected happened. A black car pulled up to the door, and several people got out. They quickly entered the apartment building, and one of them was Su Ming's old rival, Lin Feng.

Su Ming's eyes instantly turned icy. He knew that Lin Feng's presence meant their plans might be disrupted. Lin Feng was a dangerous opponent, cunning, ruthless, and pervasive. The two had fought many times, with both sides winning and losing, but Su Ming knew that Lin Feng never missed an opportunity.

What is he planning to do this time? Su Ming felt a sense of alarm. He adjusted his position, ensuring he could observe everything going on in the apartment without being noticed.

A few minutes later, a burst of gunfire rang out from the building. The target had clearly not anticipated this. His life was counting down, but Su Ming was in no rush to act. He needed to understand Lin Feng's purpose while ensuring that his mission would not fail.

When Lin Feng and his companions hurriedly left, Su Ming did not show up rashly, but chose to remain hidden. He knew that this game had just begun, and the true outcome was far from being revealed.

Su Ming crouched at the entrance of a dim alley, his fingers gently tapping the communicator at his waist. Silence filled his earpiece. He stared at the street ahead, where lights cast long shadows. The rustling of footsteps mingled with the background noise of the city. The figures had already vanished from his sight, but he didn't move.

Lin Feng... what on earth are you planning? Su Ming muttered to himself. He wasn't in a rush to catch up, knowing that if he acted rashly at this moment, the chances of being exposed would be greater than the chances of gaining intelligence. He forced himself to slow his breathing, contemplating everything that had just happened.

The gunfire in the apartment was brief, demonstrating that Lin Feng and his team had a clear purpose and acted decisively. Their presence was unexpected, yet unobtrusive. Su Ming understood that Lin Feng was a man of calculation, and his sudden intervention could only mean one thing—the importance of the target was beyond expectations. Even so, the intelligence broker was unlikely to reveal any more secrets.

Su Ming pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The call was quickly connected, and a steady voice rang out through the headset: "What's going on?"

"Lin Feng intervened." Su Ming's tone was calm, but he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.

The other party was silent for a moment, obviously not expecting such a turn of events. "What are your plans now?"

"Observe. What he took away is more important than the lighter in my hand. I need to know what he will do next." Su Ming clenched the communicator in his hand, his fingers turning white due to long-term pressure.

"Be careful, Lin Feng is not easy to deal with. He knows you." The other party's tone contained a hint of subtle reminder.

"I know him, too." Su Ming sneered and hung up. He stood up and slowly walked in the direction Lin Feng had left. His movements were slow, each step a test of his patience and judgment. He knew that tracking such a seasoned opponent could cost him his life if he wasn't careful.

Lin Feng's car drove to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Most of the buildings here were old, their walls peeling, revealing a rough concrete skeleton. Su Ming stopped far away, leaning against a tree, staring at the warehouse's door. Lin Feng's men had already gone in, and there was no apparent security presence. This quietness only made him more alert.

"Do you want to come in?" A deep voice came from behind.

Su Ming spun around, his hand already on the handle of his gun, but stopped when he saw who was coming. It was Han Xu, his partner and technical support. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression remained grim. "Why are you following me?"

Han Xu shrugged and handed a small device to Su Ming. "I was watching you from a distance and thought you might need this. A thermal imager. It can help you see clearly what's going on inside."

Su Ming took the device without a thank you, simply placing it in his observation position. He adjusted the focus and stared at the screen, the image gradually becoming clearer. The warehouse interior was simple, but three people were moving around. Lin Feng was standing in the center, seemingly engaged in conversation.

"It seems like they are trading." Han Xu came over and whispered.

"Nonsense, I can see it," Su Ming replied coldly. He aimed the thermal imaging camera at Lin Feng, trying to see what he was holding, but Lin Feng's movements were too fast for him to confirm.

"Aren't you going in?" Han Xu looked at him with some doubt in his eyes.

Su Ming didn't answer immediately. Instead, he lit a cigarette and took a puff before slowly saying, "Going in now would be like walking into a trap. They have so many people, I can't handle them alone. And Lin Feng must have a backup plan and won't let me succeed so easily."

Han Xu nodded, but still couldn't help asking: "Then what are you going to do?"

"Wait." Su Ming's tone was calm, but his eyes were sharp as a knife. He knew very well that taking risks in this situation was the most foolish choice, and waiting would only allow the opponent to reveal more flaws.

As time passed, the people in the warehouse gradually began to disperse, apparently the transaction was over. Su Ming stared at the thermal imaging screen and noticed that Lin Feng was moving in one direction while the others were packing up.

"He's leaving." Han Xu reminded in a low voice.

Su Ming nodded, took off the thermal imager, quickly packed up the equipment, and then said to Han Xu, "You stay here and keep an eye on the rest of the people. I'll go talk to Lin Feng."

"Is it okay to do it alone?" Han Xu frowned.

"Don't worry, I know my limits." Su Ming patted his shoulder, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Lin Feng wasn't driving fast, seemingly unaware of the pursuit. Su Ming maintained a safe distance, using shelter along the street to conceal his movements. His mind was constantly analyzing Lin Feng's movements, trying to deduce his ultimate destination.

Finally, Lin Feng's car stopped in the underground parking lot of a luxury hotel. Su Ming parked further away and chose to follow on foot. His footsteps were light and silent, like a cheetah darting through the darkness.

When they entered the hotel lobby, Lin Feng had already disappeared into the elevator. Su Ming didn't rush after him, but stood aside, observing the surroundings. He noticed two men who looked like bodyguards lingering near the elevator, clearly protecting Lin Feng.

"You are indeed cautious enough." Su Ming muttered to himself, with a sneer on his face.

Instead of going to the elevator, he turned and headed for the stairs. He knew that Lin Feng usually didn't choose rooms on the lower floors, so he went straight to the upper floors and carefully observed the corners of each floor, trying to catch Lin Feng's whereabouts.

Finally, on the top floor of the hotel, Su Ming spotted Lin Feng. He was standing at the door of a room at the end of the corridor, seemingly waiting for something. Su Ming hid in a corner, holding his breath, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng's every move like a hawk.

"Where are your people?" Lin Feng's voice was low, but loud enough for Su Ming to hear clearly.

"Don't worry, they will be here soon." Another unfamiliar voice came from the room.

Su Ming frowned, knowing that things were becoming increasingly complicated. But he wasn't impatient. He would wait, waiting for that crucial moment, to turn the tide with the most precise action. His hand slowly reached for the gun handle, his fingertips trembling slightly with excitement and anticipation for the impending capture of his prey.

Su Ming's fingers tapped the handle of his gun, a slow and controlled rhythm, like a beast adjusting its breathing before hunting. He held his breath, lowered his body, and tried to blend in with the dim light and shadows of the top floor corridor. Lin Feng's voice was still clear in his ears, and his calm and slightly playful tone made Su Ming even more certain that the man before him was planning an action that could subvert the situation.

"I hope your people won't let me down." Lin Feng's tone rose slightly, with an unsettling calmness.

"Don't worry, our people are always on time." The unfamiliar voice in the room replied, its tone also revealing confidence and coldness.

Su Ming watched the interaction between the two men intently, his eyes cold, his mind racing. He knew this conversation signaled a bigger storm was about to hit. Now, he had to piece together these scattered clues of conversation into a coherent picture without alerting anyone.

**Lin Feng... what on earth are you planning?** A chill ran through Su Ming's heart. This mission was far more complicated than he had imagined. He had originally thought his target was just an ordinary intelligence broker, but with Lin Feng's involvement, everything became so confusing.

"I will personally deliver this batch of goods to the destination." Lin Feng spoke again, his tone full of unquestionable firmness.

"Very good, then leave the rest to us." The voices in the room gradually became lower, as if the conversation was nearing its end.

Su Ming knew his chance had arrived. He quickly scanned the corridor, trying to find a place where he could observe from a distance. However, at that moment, the elevator dinged suddenly, and several men in black appeared at the end of the corridor. Their footsteps were measured and steady, clearly not ordinary hotel guests.

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at them, his expression unchanged. He nodded slightly, as if he had anticipated their presence. They then entered the room, the door closed, and the corridor returned to a brief silence.

Su Ming held his breath, his heart beating like a drum against his chest. He knew things were becoming increasingly difficult. These men in black were clearly professionals, and their presence made Lin Feng's plan even more confusing.

We can't wait any longer. Su Ming gripped his gun tightly, his mind rapidly weighing the pros and cons. The window of opportunity for action was fleeting; premature exposure could lead to mission failure, but delaying would only make the situation more uncontrollable.

He cautiously moved from his hiding spot, his footsteps almost inaudible. He approached the door, pressing his body against the wall and his ear to the panel, trying to discern the sounds within. A faint whisper could be heard from within the room, but the content was indistinct. Su Ming gritted his teeth, mentally calculating his next move.

Just as he hesitated, the door suddenly opened.

Su Ming's heart sank, and he instinctively took a half step back, hiding himself in the shadows. A man in black emerged, glanced around, then turned and headed towards the other end of the corridor. His movements were quick and decisive, clearly on a mission.

Su Ming watched him leave, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. They were splitting up. At this point, if he could control one of them, perhaps he could force some useful information out of them...

He didn't hesitate any longer, but followed quietly.

The man in black walked steadily towards the elevator. Su Ming kept a comfortable distance behind him, his steps slow and his breathing minimal. His eyes remained fixed on the man's back, his mind rapidly formulating his next move.

The elevator reached the underground parking lot, and the man in black walked straight to a black sedan. He opened the door, got in, and started the engine. Su Ming quickly found a spare car and followed from a distance.

After driving for a distance, the car stopped outside a remote warehouse. The man in black got out of the car, looked around, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he went straight into the warehouse.