RPAGF Chapter 493 Hiding Place
Chapter 493 Hiding Place
He quickly decided to bypass these enemies and avoid direct confrontation with them. Time was of the essence and he could not allow any accidents to happen.
As the footsteps faded, Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief, quickly moving out of the shadows and continuing forward. He knew this breakthrough was destined to be fraught with uncertainty. What worried him most was whether not only the enemy, but even Zheng Yaoxian himself, would still be able to move as he had anticipated.
The chill in the air was like a quietly spreading poison, unbearable. He felt an invisible sense of oppression surge in his heart again, as if every step was treading on a knife's edge, and he could fall at any moment.
At this moment, a low voice could be heard from the front. Su Ming quickly lowered his body and moved closer to the source of the voice. The closer he got, the clearer he could hear the content: "He's in there... but his condition isn't good. We need to hurry." There was a hint of anxiety in the words, and it was clear that the enemy also knew the severity of Zheng Yaoxian's injuries.
As time passed, Su Ming gradually deepened into the abandoned factory area, each step filled with nervous anticipation and uneasiness. The factory buildings and the mountains of waste ahead made the entire environment seem even more eerie. A cold wind blew through the dilapidated windows and cracks in the door, carrying with it the smell of decay. He paused, listening to the silent world around him—everything seemed too quiet.
But that quietness quietly changed.
He suddenly sensed something was amiss behind him. A shadowy feeling crept into his senses. Su Ming's body stiffened, his heartbeat accelerating. He knew this feeling was always right. He gently touched the weapon at his waist, lowered his body, and carefully listened to the sounds around him.
Footsteps—they were heavy and slow, sounding as if they were deliberately concealing their voices. As Su Ming's steps gradually approached the abandoned warehouse, the footsteps grew closer. However, the rhythm and direction of these sounds did not seem accidental.
"Is someone following me?" Su Ming's mind quickly analyzed the situation, his eyes narrowing slightly as various possibilities raced through his mind. Without extra time to judge, Su Ming's movements became incredibly swift and precise. He stopped beside a dilapidated factory building and quickly hid behind an abandoned wooden box, holding his breath.
The wooden box swayed slightly as the air moved, but Su Ming remained motionless. He could even feel his own heartbeat echoing in his ears, the uneasy, oppressive feeling almost unbearable. Yet, he remained calm—calm enough to hear every footstep, every rustle of leaves in the wind.
"Who are these people?" Su Ming asked himself, but he didn't have an answer. He knew his top priority was to avoid exposing his position. The enemy's number and background were completely unknown, and if exposed, he would likely be in extreme danger.
The footsteps were getting closer, and the person seemed to be less than ten meters away. Su Ming could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. It was a sense of crisis, like a tightly coiled snake, gradually tightening.
"Yes, he's behind us." Su Ming sneered inwardly. The man hadn't been following him by chance, but had been tracking him knowingly. His intuition told him that his every move, every step, had been unknowingly seen through by the enemy.
However, as the enemy approached, Su Ming's mind became unusually calm. This state of extreme tension seemed to have become a habit for him. Every time he faced danger, his mind became unusually clear, like a sharp blade cutting through the fog of chaos.
The footsteps stopped.
"...Yes, it feels like this is the place." A deep male voice came from behind, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty, but more of a confidence based on experience. "He should have entered from here."
Su Ming could almost clearly sense the change in the other party's tone. He immediately held his breath, not daring to move a finger. He knew that this time he was no longer an escapee, but rather the prey. The enemy's suspicion had confirmed his location, but they hadn't acted immediately, seemingly waiting for more evidence or perhaps forming a judgment.
In that brief moment of silence, Su Ming's heartbeat could almost resonate with the air around him. He knew that every breath he took could be detected by the enemy. Every second, he was under an invisible threat.
"No, I can't let them find me." Su Ming's heart was filled with determination. He knew he had to remain calm. If he was exposed now, all his efforts would be in vain. Zheng Yaoxian's whereabouts, his own mission, everything would be interrupted.
He leaned forward slightly, slowly moving away from the crate, almost daring not to make a sound. He turned and silently moved around a pile of abandoned steel frames, avoiding the enemy's sight. Then, he quickly moved towards a dilapidated factory building nearby, trying not to let his footsteps break the silence.
"Is this the route he's taking?" Su Ming's mind raced, and his pace quickened. He reasoned—since the enemy had already locked onto his position, there was no way they'd let him go easily. His only option was to circumvent them and find the safest path to their target.
The moment he turned around, he heard footsteps coming towards the place where he had just hidden. The person's movements seemed extremely cautious, as if he was ready to check for any clues at any time.
Su Ming's gaze was as sharp as a sword, and he instantly realized that he had no way to retreat. If he continued to avoid them, those people would surely intensify their search, eventually forcing him into a corner. At this moment, he made a decision without hesitation - to fight back.
He stopped running away and quickly rushed to the steel structure on the side. Taking advantage of that momentary gap, Su Ming quickly turned over and quietly approached from the other side, preparing to give the enemy a fatal blow by surprise.
The enemy stood at the factory door, still unaware of his movements. Su Ming was counting every passing second in his mind, almost as fast as he could. Almost as soon as he stepped over the threshold, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder fiercely.
"you……"
The man's voice was filled with surprise and confusion; he clearly hadn't expected Su Ming to react so quickly at this moment. Before he could finish, Su Ming's other hand had silently drawn the dagger hidden at his side and swiftly stabbed the man in the abdomen.