Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 221 The most critical link

Through binoculars, Su Ming quietly observed a three-story building not far away. According to intelligence, a high-ranking agent who had defected was planning a secret meeting there. Su Ming was in no hurry to approach, knowing that observation was the key to the mission. If he entered rashly, he would not only expose his identity but also alert the enemy.

As time ticked by, the figure in the window began to stir. Su Ming stared intently, his heartbeat steady, yet a dark tide stirred within him. The other party was cautious, hardly suspicious. Then he noticed a detail: the security guards at the building's entrance were frequently replaced, and each change was timed with uncanny precision, as if meticulously planned.

"He's using the flow of people to disguise his movements," Su Ming thought to himself. He'd learned similar tactics before, a sophisticated camouflage technique taught to him by the veteran agent. The enemy might have sensed their surveillance, but they weren't prepared to respond immediately. Instead, they constantly shifted personnel, attempting to confuse any observers in the complex situation.

Suddenly, the old agent's voice came from Su Ming's earpiece: "Did you see that? He deliberately relaxed the outer defense line. This is to test your patience."

Su Ming nodded gently. Although his voice didn't reach him, he knew the old agent understood his response. He tightened his fingers around the binoculars and continued observing. Sure enough, about half an hour later, the main entrance of the building slowly opened, and a figure silently emerged. He wore a plain black windbreaker, his face serious, and his steps quick and determined. Although Su Ming had never seen this person before, his intuition told him that this was his target, the high-ranking agent who had defected.

Su Ming's heart tightened, and his breathing involuntarily became heavier. At this moment, he finally saw his opponent, a living traitor—not the cold name in the intelligence. His opponent's steps were flawless, seemingly unaware that he was being watched. But Su Ming knew that the more such an opponent was, the more dangerous he was.

Su Ming carefully adjusted his posture, keeping himself completely hidden in the shadows, ensuring no light reflections would reveal his position. The enemy before him was moving towards the other side of the street, seemingly with a clear goal in mind. Su Ming knew he shouldn't follow them at this moment, as this was a common tactic used by the enemy to draw out potential pursuers.

"Patience." The old agent's voice sounded again in the headset, like a warning bell in Su Ming's heart.

Su Ming closed his eyes, suppressing his inner urge. His opponent was demonstrating all the psychological tactics he could muster, gradually closing in on Su Ming's defenses. However, Su Ming also understood that his mission wasn't just surveillance; it was also to find a breakthrough. The opponent's actions suggested a larger conspiracy, and the core of this conspiracy was precisely the key Su Ming needed to uncover.

A few minutes later, the enemy disappeared around the corner, and the silence of the night once again enveloped the area. Su Ming didn't rush to leave, knowing that the enemy might still be secretly observing everything around him, even searching for pursuers like him. This kind of silent waiting is the most torturous part of spy warfare, but Su Ming has learned how to calm his mind and fully enter a state of psychological confrontation with the enemy.

Suddenly, a slight noise came from his headset. The old agent's deep voice sounded again: "From now on, things will become more complicated. You must remain vigilant at all times. Any slight change could be a test from the enemy."

Su Ming adjusted his sitting position again, his eyes fixed on the building. He knew the real battle had just begun. He clenched his fists, silently reminding himself: Every move, every judgment, is the key to victory or defeat. Only by controlling the situation can one ultimately control victory.

At this moment, he noticed a tiny patch of light reflected from a window of the building for a moment. It was so subtle that if he hadn't been extremely alert, he might have completely overlooked it.

"He's moving," Su Ming muttered to himself, his eyes narrowed slightly. This time, he wasn't just waiting; he began preparing for his next move—getting closer to the target, searching for more direct evidence. This game of chess was heating up.

Su Ming took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the distant flash of light. His mind quickly analyzed all the possible scenarios: it could be a signal, a trap, or even the enemy's secret surveillance. In any case, it meant that he was running out of time.

It was then that he decided to act. The equipment in his backpack was ready, and the cool touch of his pistol brought him a brief comfort, though he knew such weapons weren't always reliable against enemies skilled in psychological warfare. He quickly checked his gear, ensuring everything was in working order, then quietly withdrew from his hiding place and, using the cover of darkness, moved stealthily toward the building.

Su Ming calculated each step with extreme precision, making no unnecessary noise. His heartbeat gradually accelerated, but his breathing remained regular and calm. In the world of espionage, psychological pressure is constant, and Su Ming's years of training have taught him how to maintain his sanity in such an environment.

When he reached the building, he paused, scanning the surroundings. The building remained as quiet as ever, a faint light occasionally flickering in the windows, but everything seemed the same as before. The apparent tranquility alarmed Su Ming—an unnatural stillness. He knew the other party might be hiding somewhere, waiting for him to be exposed. At this moment, any rash action could ruin all his efforts.

"Calm down," he repeated to himself, suppressing the urge to act immediately. He crouched down again, using an abandoned cargo box as a shelter, blending completely into the darkness. As the old agent had taught him, waiting is the most difficult part of spy warfare, but also the most crucial.

Time ticked by, and the air was thick with tension. Su Ming's palms were slightly sweaty. He gripped the gun handle tightly, forcing himself not to dwell on the possibility of failure.

Such was the life of a secret agent, he thought, always on the brink of capture and exposure.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps reached his ears. Almost instantly, Su Ming's nerves tensed. He held his breath and slowly and carefully turned his head, looking in the direction of the sound.

Then, he realized that he had made a fatal mistake - he was so focused on the goal in front of him that he completely forgot about the back!