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Inside the secure room, the dim yellow light resembled a weary eye, listlessly observing everything within. The silence was so profound it made one uneasy, broken only by the rustling of papers as Lin Feng sifted through them, each page's friction echoing like a tense drumbeat in the stillness.
Suppressing his inner excitement, Lin Feng's fingers trembled slightly as he meticulously searched through the stacks of classified documents. These files contained numerous secrets of the Wang Wei Secret Service Agency, akin to an opened treasure chest of crime, with him as the daring explorer delving into the tiger's den. Suddenly, an inconspicuous ledger caught his eye; its worn cover bore inscriptions that pierced his vision like sharp blades.
The ledger detailed the collusion between Japanese officers and high-ranking officials of Wang Wei, revealing a dark scheme involving the smuggling of various resources under the guise of their duties. Food, medicine, steel—scarce resources were continuously siphoned from the mouths of civilians and urgently needed bases of resistance, flowing into their private coffers. What made Lin Feng gasp was that it also implicated a secret military procurement line; they intended to acquire advanced weapons through smuggling channels to strengthen their armed forces and further impose an economic blockade on the Base of Resistance, aiming to extinguish the flames of the Anti-Japanese War completely.
If he could bring this ledger out, it would undoubtedly expose the enemy's vile face to everyone, disrupting their plans and providing a breather for the Base of Resistance. A resolute glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as he quickly retrieved a miniature camera from his sleeve—this was a specialized weapon crafted by the organization for him, ready for critical moments.
Just as he carefully aimed at the ledger, preparing to press the shutter to capture crucial evidence, a cacophony of footsteps approached from the corridor outside, like ominous bells tolling and shattering the silence within. Each footfall weighed heavily on Lin Feng's heart, causing his pulse to race as if it would burst from his chest.
In a moment of desperation, Lin Feng scanned his surroundings and swiftly locked onto the only hiding spot beneath the table. Without a second thought, he darted in like a streak of black lightning. The space beneath the table was cramped and filled with stale dust; he curled up tightly, striving to make no sound at all, even suppressing his breath to its faintest whisper.
The footsteps halted abruptly at the door of the secure room, followed by the metallic sound of a key being inserted into the lock. Lin Feng's heart leaped into his throat; he knew that if the enemy discovered anything unusual inside, he would be doomed. Suddenly, an idea struck him—he recalled how Japanese special agents had grown lax regarding the alarm system in this secure room. Since it was a core area rarely intruded upon, over time, the alarm had become virtually useless and poorly maintained.
Holding his breath, Lin Feng relied on memory to locate the electrical interface beneath the table. His hands trembled slightly as he summoned all his strength and yanked hard; with a crackle, a short circuit occurred, plunging the room into darkness. The entire secure room was enveloped in pitch blackness as if covered by a massive black cloth.
"What’s happening?" The agents outside exclaimed in confusion as they fumbled their way inside.
Seizing the opportunity presented by the darkness, Lin Feng quickly emerged from beneath the table, tightly clutching his camera. He aimed at the crucial pages of the ledger and pressed the shutter repeatedly at lightning speed. The camera's flash illuminated the darkness like eerie lightning; each flash brought him one step closer to success while simultaneously carrying immense risk. But at that moment, Lin Feng had no time for hesitation—his sole belief was to obtain evidence and transmit it.
After capturing enough images, he swiftly concealed his camera in a hidden compartment within a seemingly ordinary pen—a carefully prepared tool for unexpected situations. Then he moved back towards the table and feigned nonchalance while organizing documents, muttering about how this faulty circuit always caused problems.
As agents scrambled to check on the electrical issue, light suddenly flickered back on, blindingly bright; Lin Feng squinted for a moment. Regaining his composure, he noticed their puzzled gazes directed at him and quickly stood up with humility: "Brothers, I was just organizing these files when everything went dark—it startled me."
The agents scrutinized him suspiciously; their leader stepped forward and circled around Lin Feng like an eagle eyeing its prey, missing no detail: "You there—did you notice anything unusual?"
Lin Feng felt a tightening in his chest but maintained a smile: "Brother, what could I possibly notice? I just arrived and know nothing—I’m just hoping to do my job well without causing any trouble for you."
After thoroughly searching the room without finding anything amiss, they left with lingering doubts.
Watching them depart, Lin Feng let out a long breath; his back was already soaked with sweat clinging to his clothes uncomfortably. But at that moment, he had no time to dwell on discomfort; tightly gripping his pen containing evidence reminded him that he had just danced on the edge of death. Next, he needed to find a way through numerous obstacles to safely deliver this precious evidence to his organization—a crucial contribution in fighting against Japanese invaders and exposing traitors' vile schemes.
He straightened his clothes and nonchalantly exited the secure room with determined eyes fixed on the distance. Inwardly vowing to endure in this dark enemy lair until dawn broke and victory arrived.
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