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In the narrow corridor, the atmosphere was tense, as if the air itself was about to ignite. Lin Feng stood face to face with the Military Intelligence Agent, Chen Biao. Their eyes revealed determination and a deadly intent, an inevitable clash of life and death. The alarm echoed mournfully throughout the building, footsteps and shouts surged from all directions like a tidal wave, danger lurking at every corner, tightening Lin Feng's heart with each passing second.
With a sudden roar, Chen Biao launched his attack like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, his fist slicing through the air toward Lin Feng's face. Lin Feng swiftly dodged to the side, evading the fierce blow with agile footwork, moving like a wraith. He knew he was up against a formidable opponent; Chen Biao not only possessed exceptional physical strength but also had extensive combat experience. A moment's carelessness could cost him his life.
Seizing the opportunity as Chen Biao's attack faltered, Lin Feng quickly countered. He lowered himself and slid close to Chen Biao's side, elbow striking like lightning toward Chen Biao's ribs. Chen Biao reacted swiftly, blocking part of the blow with his left arm but still let out a grunt of pain.
Is that all you've got? Chen Biao's face twisted into a snarl as he raised his leg for another sweeping kick. Lin Feng leaped into the air, his legs scissoring open like a pair of shears aimed at Chen Biao's neck. Chen Biao hurriedly leaned back to evade, and Lin Feng took advantage of his descent, rolling on the ground to pick up a discarded mop handle.
At that moment, Chen Biao drew a dagger from his waist, its blade glinting menacingly. He swung it fiercely, advancing relentlessly with increasing ferocity. Lin Feng gripped the mop handle tightly, his gaze steely as he parried against Chen Biao's dagger in an intense exchange that seemed evenly matched.
But Lin Feng knew that if this continued, he would eventually exhaust himself; he needed to end this quickly. He deliberately feigned a limp in his left leg, pretending to lose balance. Seeing this, Chen Biao's eyes flashed with excitement as he thought he had found an opening and lunged forward with the dagger aimed at Lin Feng's chest.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce Lin Feng's clothing, he suddenly sidestepped, swinging the mop handle like a dragon emerging from the sea, striking precisely at Chen Biao's wrist. Pain shot through Chen Biao as he dropped the dagger. Seizing the moment, Lin Feng delivered a powerful kick to Chen Biao's temple. This kick harnessed all of Lin Feng's strength and honed skills; Chen Biao collapsed to the ground, eyes rolling back as he lost consciousness.
Lin Feng dared not waste any time; he knew that the building was now surrounded by traps and enemies. He picked up the film roll from the ground, checked it for damage before stuffing it into his pocket and sprinting down his predetermined escape route. The blaring alarms throbbed painfully in his ears as shouts from guards echoed: "Catch him! Don’t let that traitor escape!"
Using his intimate knowledge of the building’s complex layout, Lin Feng turned left and right, evading wave after wave of search teams. He dashed through a dim corridor that led to a door opening into the stairwell. However, just as he approached the door, he heard heavy footsteps outside—guards were clearly searching upward from below.
In this critical moment, Lin Feng spotted a storage room nearby and quickly slipped inside. The room was cluttered with junk and cramped for space. He hid behind a pile of old cardboard boxes and held his breath while listening to the commotion outside. The footsteps grew closer; through gaps in the boxes, he saw beams of flashlight sweeping past. The guards did not conduct a thorough search and soon moved on.
Letting out a sigh of relief once their footsteps faded completely, Lin Feng cautiously emerged from the storage room and continued racing downstairs. With each level descended came increased danger; there was no turning back now—he had to press on.
Finally nearing the first-floor lobby, Lin Feng caught sight of Support Comrade slipping past the entrance. A surge of hope filled him; salvation was within reach. However, heavily armed guards occupied the lobby like sentinels on high alert, their guns trained in every direction—breaking through would not be easy.
As Lin Feng contemplated his next move, gunfire and explosions erupted outside. It turned out Support Comrade was creating chaos to draw attention away from him. Seizing this chance, Lin Feng crouched low and used pillars and sofas in the lobby for cover as he swiftly moved toward the exit.
One guard spotted him and shouted loudly: "Over there! Don’t let him get away!" He raised his weapon to fire. Lin Feng rolled behind a pillar just as bullets whizzed past him in sparks of light. Timing it perfectly while the guard reloaded, Lin Feng dashed out with a shard of broken porcelain he had picked up from the ground earlier and hurled it toward the guard’s throat. The guard fell clutching his neck as Lin Feng snatched up his gun and rushed toward the exit while firing back.
Support Comrade also opened fire from outside, suppressing the guards' advance. Amidst flying bullets and chaos, Lin Feng fought desperately to break free; one bullet grazed his arm, instantly staining his sleeve red with blood—but he felt no pain; only one thought consumed him: escape!
Finally breaking free under Support Comrade’s cover fire, Lin Feng burst through the main doors into open air where a car awaited at high speed. The door swung open as Support Comrade shouted: "Get in!" Without hesitation, Lin Feng leaped into the vehicle which sped off like an arrow into the night.
During their drive, Lin Feng solemnly handed over the film roll to Support Comrade: "Make sure this gets delivered safely; it’s vital for our Base of Resistance’s survival." Support Comrade nodded firmly: "Don’t worry, Comrade Lin; you’ve endured so much!"
The car raced through checkpoints towards Base of Resistance. Leaning back against his seat, exhaustion washed over him like a tide; wounds burned fiercely on his body yet satisfaction filled his heart. He knew that despite all hardships faced along this journey, he had completed his mission—buying crucial time for Base of Resistance’s strategic relocation—and adding a glimmer of hope amidst these dark times of struggle for victory.
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