Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 187 Breathing Disordered

The mission he received a few days ago involved a mysterious organization, a nameless, untraceable force that secretly controlled everything. Su Ming had been tracking them for months, but every time he thought he was close to the answer, the enemy would use some unexpected means to completely bury the clues.

Tonight, he finally approached a breaking point.

"See you at the usual place. Remember to bring the goods." The intercepted message still echoed in his ears, and Su Ming's heartbeat quickened. This was the first time in his long time undercover that he had the opportunity to personally meet a key figure in the organization, and this meant he might find the key to unlocking the entire mystery.

At the end of the alley, a blurry figure gradually emerged. The man wore a black coat, his hat pulled low, making his face unclear. His steps were steady, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression. Su Ming held his breath and approached silently, trying to remain hidden in the shadows.

The man seemed to sense something, suddenly stopping and looking around. Su Ming froze, his heartbeat seemingly pausing for a moment. He knew that an opponent like him couldn't fail to notice something unusual around him. He could feel the man's cold gaze scanning, like a falcon searching for prey hidden in the grass.

There was a moment of silence, and the air became stagnant.

"Come out," the man suddenly said, his voice low and cold, "I know you are here."

Su Ming's fingers gently stroked the weapon at his waist, his mind rapidly calculating various possible emergencies. He made no rash moves, but remained silent in the darkness.

"Since you're here, why don't we talk?" The man's voice was filled with a hint of sneer. "I admire your courage, but there's no point in hiding any longer."

Su Ming's heart trembled, knowing he was running out of options. This opponent was clearly no ordinary person. Being able to locate his presence in such a short time required a level of perception not possessed by ordinary people. Su Ming gritted his teeth and stepped out of the shadows.

"Who are you?" Su Ming's voice was calm and restrained, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.

The man didn't answer immediately, but slowly took off his hat, which was pulled down low, revealing a face that looked a bit weathered. His eyes were sharp, with an unfathomable coldness, yet also with a certain indescribable majesty.

"It doesn't matter who I am," the man said with a faint smile, "what matters is your identity."

Su Ming remained silent and remained highly alert.

"I've been observing you for a long time," the man continued, his voice carrying a certain bewitching power. "You're no ordinary person, are you? In this world filled with lies and death, you've survived, doing better than many so-called 'veterans'."

Su Ming frowned, not knowing what the other party wanted to say, but he vaguely felt that the other party did not seem to have the intention to kill.

"I know who you're tracking," the man said, his eyes flickering in the darkness. "But have you ever considered whether the clues you've found are real or fake?"

Su Ming's heart tightened, and he had a vague feeling of foreboding. He was silent for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"

The man looked at him deeply and suddenly chuckled. "The organization is full of layers upon layers of intrigue. The people you've always thought of as 'enemies' may not actually be your enemies. Everything you do is just helping someone clear obstacles."

Su Ming's pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing became a little faster. He knew that the world of espionage was full of conspiracy and betrayal, but this sentence still made him tremble. Could it be that the organization he had been tracking for so long was a huge scam from the beginning?

"You are very smart," the man said, taking a step closer. His eyes were sharp, as if he could see through Su Ming's thoughts. "But you need a mentor. You know, in this complex game, you can't rely on yourself alone."

Su Ming subconsciously took a step back, his heart in a deep struggle. The other person's words were like a beacon in the fog, guiding him to the truth, but also making him feel an immense sense of danger. How could a stranger understand him so well? And why would this person extend a "helping hand" to him?

"Why are you helping me?" Su Ming finally spoke, his tone full of strong suspicion.

"Because you're special," the man said with a faint smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "I see potential in you. You're not just any chess piece; you can be a master."

Su Ming fell silent, his mind racing. He couldn't easily believe the other party, but he couldn't rule out the possibility either. This mysterious man was clearly no ordinary member of the organization. The deep meaning in his words seemed to suggest that some greater force was manipulating all this.

"Why should I believe you?" Su Ming said coldly.

The man smiled faintly, as if he had anticipated Su Ming's question. He slowly pulled a letter from his coat and handed it to Su Ming.

"This is my first gift to you," the man said. "After reading this, you will understand everything."

Su Ming took the letter. The heavy paper felt incredibly real in his palm. He looked down at it, a wave of mixed emotions welling up in his heart.

When the man saw him take the letter, the smile on his face deepened a little, and then he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Su Ming couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

The man paused slightly, without turning his head, and said softly: "Perhaps, you can call me Master."

This sentence struck Su Ming like lightning, and a turbulent wave of emotion suddenly surged within him. He looked up, wanting to ask more, but the other person had already vanished into the night, as if he had never appeared.

Su Ming stared at the letter in his hand, his heart beating wildly. At this moment, his worldview seemed to be slowly crumbling, and the once clear lines were now blurred.

He could no longer ignore the situation before him. This letter might be the key to unlocking the mystery he'd been pursuing for so long. And this mysterious man actually claimed to be his "Master"?

Su Ming took a deep breath, deciding to put aside all distractions for the moment and focus on the letter in front of him. He quickly tore open the envelope, revealing a simple note. However, the contents left him speechless with astonishment.

The note contained only one sentence: "You have been betrayed by the organization."

Those four words, like a sharp blade, pierced Su Ming's chest. His breathing became disordered, and his thoughts became a mess.