GBP Chapter 467 With a hint of anxiety
Chapter 467 With a hint of anxiety
However, through countless crises, Su Ming had long since developed a habit of never giving up even the slightest chance to reverse the situation. This decision before him might be the turning point that would determine his survival. There was no time to wait; he had to act quickly.
"I can do it." Su Ming said to himself silently in his heart. He took a deep breath and his eyes were firm.
He slowly turned the doorknob, making a slight sound. His movements were extremely gentle, fearing the enemy outside would notice anything unusual. At the same time, he pressed his ear tightly to the door, trying to catch any movement outside.
After a few seconds of silence, the voice outside the door grew impatient. "Do you think hiding in there will allow you to escape forever, Su Ming? You'll never escape our control." The voice's tone remained calm, but a hint of anxiety was palpable. The enemy was trying to force him this way, but Su Ming knew that if he continued to hesitate, they would eventually lose patience and resort to more drastic measures.
"Wait a moment." He muttered to himself, and his hands had quietly moved away, ready to take action.
Sure enough, after a few seconds' pause, the footsteps outside the door disappeared. Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but did not open the door immediately. He stood cautiously at the door, his heart beating fast, his ears strained, ready to respond to any possible emergency.
Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Finally, he took a deep breath and quickly pushed the door open. There was still silence outside, as if waiting for him to go out. However, Su Ming knew clearly that this silence did not mean safety.
Without pausing, he quickly bent down and moved forward with light and nimble steps. To avoid exposing his whereabouts, he deliberately avoided the light at the doorway and hid in the shadows. He carefully calculated each step, fearing that the enemy would notice him if he was not careful.
Sneaking into the enemy's interior was a heart-pounding battle. Every step Su Ming took made his heart skip a beat. He tried to remain calm, not letting himself get too nervous, and focusing on sensing everything around him. A chilling atmosphere permeated the air, as if the entire underground space was filled with oppression. Every faint sound in his ears alerted him to the danger that lay behind him.
He quietly passed through a dark corridor and entered the enemy's activity area. The surrounding lights were dim, and a faint light outside could be seen through the narrow windows. Su Ming's steps became more cautious, and every subtle movement was to avoid making any sound. At this moment, the whispers of several people suddenly came from the front. Su Ming stopped instantly, held his breath, and deeply felt the other party's presence.
He knew that this was the critical moment for his infiltration, and any mistake could expose him. He carefully leaned against the wall, his ear almost touching the wall, trying his best to hear the conversation in front of him clearly.
"What's the current situation on Su Ming's side?" A low voice came into Su Ming's ears, with a hint of impatience in the voice.
"He's still underground and doesn't seem to be acting rashly," another voice replied, sounding calm, yet also tinged with a hint of anxiety. "But he should react soon."
"He can't escape," the first voice sneered. "No matter how he hides himself, we'll find him. As long as we keep the pressure on, he'll make a mistake."
Su Ming's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected the enemy to track him so clearly, practically treating him as prey. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but quicken his pace, a strong desire to survive rising within him.
But in this confined space, the lurking enemies were extremely alert. He had to carefully avoid their sight and not let any details be revealed. Su Ming lowered his body as much as possible, bent slightly, and continued forward.
He knew his chances were dwindling. The enemy's footsteps and sounds were drawing closer, and he might only have minutes left before being discovered. Every second counted, and he had to act quickly.
At this moment, Su Ming's mind became remarkably calm. All previous fears and hesitations were suppressed by the tension of life and death. He felt an unprecedented clarity and determination, as if every subtle movement was a challenge to fate.
"I must succeed." He told himself silently, his eyes flashing with determination that could not be ignored.
Su Ming's form seemed to blend seamlessly with the darkness, moving lightly and swiftly through the maze-like corridors set by the enemy. His movements were meticulous, each step controlled with pinpoint precision. Every time he turned a corner, he would first survey it, confirming that no enemy was present, then swiftly and silently circumvent it. His innate agility was at its peak at this moment.
"Don't make any mistakes in the details," Su Ming kept reminding himself, his hands trembling slightly, yet he remained calm. His heartbeat was no longer as intense, but had become increasingly steady due to the continued tension. His body seemed to have adapted to the pressure, no longer feeling any fatigue. That long-trained instinct was now helping him avoid countless dangers.
He remembered how he had often imagined similar scenes during training, dodging enemies, breaking through layers of defense, until he finally reached the core. These memories now seemed to have become an invisible force, pushing him forward.
"There's movement over there," a deep voice called from nearby, breaking the dead silence. Su Ming quickly stopped and leaned against the wall, his body almost completely immersing in the darkness. He held his breath, raised his head, and strained to catch the faint sound. His heartbeat became unusually clear at that moment, as if the entire world had frozen in time.
"What's going on?" another voice asked, a hint of anxiety in its tone.
"Nothing," the first voice replied calmly. "Maybe the wind blew the door open. Be careful."
Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief. While these words didn't completely eliminate his vigilance, at least they hadn't exposed him for the time being. He tightened his grip on the object in his hand, the subtle sound of metal rubbing against each other being unusually loud in the air. However, he tried to remain calm, not letting any unusual movement give away his position.
As the people outside continued to walk away, Su Ming's nerves gradually relaxed, as if his rhythm had returned. He gripped the tools in his hands tightly and continued to move forward quickly. The corridor seemed endless, and every corner lurked countless traps and dangers.