lcionline Chapter 217 A Silent Tomb
Chapter 217 A Silent Tomb
It could mean completely destroying the enemy, or even covering up all traces. Su Ming's grip on the weapon tightened slightly, as if it were emitting an invisible, compelling force that involuntarily stirred in him.
He said no more, gently placing the weapon back in the cabinet, but his heart was still trembling. Old Zhang's indifference, the darkness of the basement, and the appearance of this black weapon all seemed to foreshadow some impending crisis. Su Ming had a vague feeling that he was in the midst of a vast conspiracy, and that he was merely a pawn in its web. Even with the greatest power, he would find it difficult to escape this intricate web of fate.
Old Zhang watched him put the weapon back in silence, his expression unchanged, as if it were just an ordinary object. But Su Ming knew there was more to it than that. He couldn't be sure if Old Zhang was hiding something, or if he had already planned something.
The air in the basement grew increasingly oppressive, almost suffocating. Su Ming's inner doubts and sense of imbalance reached a peak at this moment. He began to question everything: his own position, Lao Zhang's attitude towards him, and even whether everything he had done on this path was worth it. But no matter what, he couldn't stop moving forward. Every step was a path he had chosen, and now, he had to face it.
"What is the use of this weapon...?" Su Ming was still unwilling to give up and asked tentatively, trying to dig out more information from Lao Zhang.
Lao Zhang didn't answer directly. Instead, he said calmly, "One day, you'll understand its significance. For now, just remember that it can only be used at the most critical moment. Once you use it, there's no turning back."
Su Ming's suspicions deepened upon hearing this. The most crucial moment? What did that even mean? Unable to discern any further emotion from Old Zhang's icy expression, he could only bury these questions deep within his heart. He knew he wasn't in a position to ask too many questions just yet.
But he already had a vague feeling that one day in the future, this black weapon would become a decisive factor, perhaps even a matter of life and death, and the success or failure of the entire mission. The thought filled him with conflict and unease. He said no more, shifting his attention away from the weapon, ready to continue following Lao Zhang's steps, awaiting his next instructions.
Yet, his heart could never fully calm down. The unsolved mysteries, Lao Zhang's indifference, and the shadow of the black weapon weighed on his heart like a heavy stone. He didn't know where the road ahead would lead, but he knew it was fraught with uncertainty and danger. Su Ming's sense of imbalance remained lingering, and every step he took was tinged with suppressed anxiety.
At this moment, Lao Zhang suddenly stopped, looked back at Su Ming, and said in a cold tone: "Follow us, the mission has just begun."
Su Ming raised his head, his gaze fixed on Lao Zhang's back, and took a deep breath. He knew that no matter how dangerous the road ahead, he must face it head-on. This was the path he had chosen, the path he must follow.
Su Ming followed closely behind Old Zhang, walking silently, his steps steady and powerful, yet a wave of turmoil surged within him. The shadow of the black weapon followed him everywhere, lingering. Old Zhang's words weighed heavily on his heart like a huge rock. "The most crucial moment," those words echoed repeatedly in his mind, reminding him of the inescapable sense of fate.
The musty smell still lingered in the air, the dampness sending a slight chill down his spine. Su Ming's keen senses told him that the road ahead would not be easy. It seemed as if something was hidden, invisible, quietly watching their every move.
Old Zhang stopped and turned to look at Su Ming. His voice was low but contained an unquestionable command: "Stop and hide."
Su Ming didn't ask any more questions, instantly entering the state. He knew that in Lao Zhang's world, too many questions would only lead to unnecessary trouble. Lao Zhang's every word and every action was meaningful, perhaps foreshadowing approaching danger or the beginning of another mission.
He glanced around and found a good hiding spot behind some old goods in the corner of the basement. Su Ming moved swiftly, his figure as light as a cheetah stalking in the darkness. In a few seconds, he had concealed himself perfectly.
Hiding among a pile of old wooden crates and discarded equipment, Su Ming held his breath, his mind completely immersed in secrecy and alertness. He knew that any sound at this moment could reveal their whereabouts. And right now, the situation was unclear. Who would break into this secret basement at this time? What was their purpose?
A sense of oppression began to flow through the air, and Su Ming could sense some unknown presence approaching. He waited quietly, his ears catching the sound of soft footsteps. The sound was so soft, almost imperceptible, but it was particularly clear in the silent underground space. It was someone, approaching the basement.
Su Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly realized that this person was no ordinary person. Their footsteps were even and steady, without any unnecessary noise, clearly a professionally trained stalker. Su Ming himself was incredibly familiar with this ability—this was one of their kind.
His body tensed, his muscles tensing, his eyes fixed on the basement entrance. The identity of the newcomer was crucial; they might determine the outcome of the mission. Perhaps this wasn't just a simple reconnaissance mission, but a dangerous confrontation.
The footsteps grew closer, and Su Ming could even sense the subtle shift in the air as they entered the basement. The dimly lit basement felt like a silent ancient tomb. Su Ming's heartbeat slowed, and each breath he took was so subtle it was almost imperceptible. Everything in the outside world seemed to slow down in his eyes.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the doorway. Tall and thin, he wore a black combat uniform, his features hidden beneath a half-covered hood. Only his piercing eyes could be seen, scanning the basement like a hawk. Su Ming sensed a dangerous chill in those eyes, and he held his breath. He knew this man was no ordinary enemy; perhaps a renowned assassin or a seasoned veteran who knew the rules of the underworld like the back of his hand.
The visitor stood at the doorway, not moving immediately. He simply glanced around coldly, as if trying to confirm something. The air suddenly stagnated, and the entire space was filled with an inexplicable tension, as if a storm could strike at any moment.