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Lin Feng seized the opportunity and pounced on Chen Biao, the two of them grappling fiercely on the ground. Chen Biao's hands tightened around Lin Feng's neck, trying to subdue him, while Lin Feng retaliated with sharp elbow strikes to Chen Biao's ribs, desperately attempting to break free. Dust covered their faces and bodies, and sweat soaked their clothes; every movement was a struggle for survival.
In the heat of the battle, Lin Feng suddenly felt the film reel slipping from his grasp, panic surged within him. He knew that if the reel fell out, everything would be lost. In a moment of urgency, he summoned the last ounce of his strength, breaking free from Chen Biao's grip. He rolled to the side, pressing the reel tightly against himself.
Chen Biao was relentless; he struggled to his feet and lunged at Lin Feng once more. Exhausted as he was, Lin Feng's determination kept him from giving up. He focused on Chen Biao's approach and with all his might, delivered a powerful kick to Chen Biao's chin. This kick contained all his anger and will to survive, sending Chen Biao flying backward to crash against the ground, his head striking the wall corner, rendering him unconscious.
Breathing heavily, Lin Feng struggled to stand up. His clothes were tattered, his face bruised and bloodied, yet his eyes shone with unwavering resolve. He glanced down at the unconscious Chen Biao without a moment's hesitation and turned to sprint towards the exit.
Suddenly, alarms blared throughout the corridor; it was clear that their fight had triggered a security system. Blinding red lights flashed incessantly alongside piercing sirens, plunging the entire building into chaos. Guards rushed in from all directions, their footsteps and shouts blending into a cacophony.
Lin Feng felt a chill run down his spine, but there was no turning back now. He pushed through fatigue and pain, relying on his familiarity with the building's layout to navigate through the panicking crowd. He evaded group after group of guards searching for him, using corners and doorways as cover as he inched closer to safety.
At one corner, Lin Feng nearly collided with a squad of guards. Quick on his feet, he darted into a nearby storage room and slammed the door shut behind him, leaning against it as he gasped for breath. The storage room was filled with a musty odor and dimly lit; it was cluttered with old furniture and discarded boxes. Lin Feng paid little mind to this as he quickly scanned the darkness for an escape route.
Suddenly, he spotted a small window in the back wall of the storage room. Though it was tiny, it was just large enough for him to squeeze through. Without a second thought, he stacked several boxes together and climbed up to reach the window. Just as he managed to slip out of it, he heard guards crashing through the door behind him; beams of flashlight cut through the darkness.
Lin Feng jumped down from the window into a narrow alleyway. He sprinted down the alley as shouts from the guards faded behind him. He knew he had temporarily escaped danger but was far from being out of harm’s way. At that moment, one thought consumed him: he had to deliver the film reel safely back to his organization at any cost.
In Shanghai's dimly lit streets, Lin Feng dragged his exhausted body step by step toward their designated meeting point. His silhouette under the streetlights appeared both solitary and resolute; each step felt like it carried immense weight, bearing the hopes of the American Side and the trust of countless comrades. Despite the perilous path ahead, he pressed on fearlessly toward the glimmer of dawn on the horizon.
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