RPAGF Chapter 482: Gradually Approaching
Chapter 482: Gradually Approaching
He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and prepared for the next conflict. At this moment, Zheng Yaoxian's voice came again in the headset: "Su Ming, support is on the way, stay calm."
"Understood," Su Ming whispered, his heart still quivering. Although Zheng Yaoxian's voice remained calm, he knew the enemy's trap was incredibly complex. Even if reinforcements arrived, it was still uncertain whether he could escape.
"Can you hold on?" the enemy man asked again, his tone tinged with disdain. "You're just a pawn. The final outcome is already determined."
Su Ming didn't respond, but an unprecedented rage welled up within him. Every time, the enemy had treated him as a pawn, and every time, Zheng Yaoxian had made him play an insignificant role in the game. But now, he decided he wouldn't be that pawn at the mercy of others. He would fight for his own survival, for the initiative.
"If I am a chess piece, then you are just a chess piece in my hand." Su Ming said in a low voice, with a determined light in his eyes.
The enemy man's expression changed slightly, as if he hadn't expected Su Ming to respond in this way. At that moment, Su Ming saw a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and this hesitation was his only chance.
"I know your plan." Su Ming's voice remained calm, yet there was a firmness in it. "Your plan has begun to show flaws, and you don't know that there is a more powerful force waiting behind the scenes."
The enemy man's eyes became fierce: "Do you think you can threaten us?"
Su Ming's heartbeat gradually calmed down. Outside, he could still hear the enemy's muffled footsteps and occasional whispers. A tense atmosphere hung in the air, and he knew he couldn't continue to fight. The enemy was aware of his presence, and all he could do now was wait—wait for reinforcements, wait for that glimmer of hope for a breakthrough.
The air in the basement was thick with dampness, and the walls were covered in mottled mold, emitting an indescribable stench of decay. This was the enemy's logistics storage room, piled high with miscellaneous items and rarely cleaned. Su Ming gently pushed open a shabby wooden door and entered the dark space. He tiptoed into a corner and stood among piles of boxes and bags, as if to blend into the dead silence.
He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and tried to relax, but the tension in his heart was hard to suppress. Zheng Yaoxian's voice still came from the headset: "Su Ming, what's the situation?"
"I'm fine for now." Su Ming replied in a low voice, trying to sound calm. However, he knew that this didn't mean he was truly safe. "I'm trapped in the basement and haven't been discovered yet."
Zheng Yaoxian was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something. "Are you sure you can hold on? The enemies outside have begun to intensify their search. Don't act rashly."
Su Ming took a deep breath and scanned the surrounding darkness. His mind replayed the previous conversation and the hostile gaze of his enemy. Every second seemed to draw closer the moment of his decision. The people outside had already begun searching, and the enemy's encirclement was gradually tightening. He was running out of time to delay.
"I know, Master." Su Ming's voice was low and firm. "I will try my best to remain calm and wait for support."
But he knew that waiting wasn't a period of idleness, but rather one filled with uncertainty and danger. He had to remain vigilant and not allow himself to become passive. The air in the basement grew heavier, as if every breath oppressed him, forcing him to remain unable to relax.
He slowly sat down, leaning against the wall, closing his eyes, his mind replaying his previous decisions. Each action was a step forward in this silent war, and Zheng Yaoxian's instructions always seemed to blur and grow distant at some point. At this moment, he was no longer an executor following orders, but an individual struggling within this vortex. He began to wonder how far he could go, and whether he could find his own way out of this war without the smoke of gunpowder.
Suddenly, the voice in the headset sounded again: "Su Ming, keep the communication open, I will contact you as soon as possible."
"I understand," Su Ming replied, a complex mix of emotions swirling within him. He knew that his decision at this moment might change many things, but he also understood that he had no way out.
The silence of the basement left him feeling an indescribable loneliness. He looked around, his eyes sweeping over every inch of the space in the dim light. Every brick wall, every pile of debris seemed to remind him that he was trapped in an inescapable trap. The enemy's search outside was gradually approaching, and all he could do was wait.
Time seemed to stretch inordinately long, every second straining at his nerves. Su Ming knew the enemy would soon discover his whereabouts. While the basement was hidden, it wasn't completely safe. Every faint sound set his nerves on edge, and his eyes unconsciously darted around, alertly capturing any possible movement.
Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps echoed in the distance, followed by a few whispers, as if the enemy were conversing. Su Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately lowered himself to a low position, almost parallel to the ground. He held his breath, his gaze fixed on the door. The enemy had likely already begun setting traps around the basement; any movement could reveal his hiding place.
The footsteps gradually approached, and Su Ming could clearly hear the intertwining of his own rapid breathing and heartbeat. Every breath seemed to intensify his inner tension and anxiety. The enemy's footsteps gradually approached, less than ten meters away from him, and he could only wait quietly, unable to react.
At this moment, Zheng Yaoxian's voice suddenly came from the headset, deep and clear: "Su Ming, the enemy has begun searching the basement. You must find a chance to escape as soon as possible."
"I know." Su Ming's voice was low and firm, but he couldn't hide his inner anxiety. "I'm surrounded and can't move for the time being."
"Remain calm." Zheng Yaoxian's voice remained calm. "I will send someone to support you. Wait for my signal."
Su Ming gripped his weapon tightly, his gaze fixed on the doorway ahead. He knew he only had one chance. If he missed this moment, he would never escape. He dared not act rashly, focusing all his attention on the sound of footsteps, waiting for the enemy to enter his sight.