Ling Yichen dragged his injured body and ran wildly through the dimly lit basement passage. All he could hear was his own rapid breathing and the increasingly distant footsteps of the masked man. Every step felt like walking on the edge of a cliff, and the secret of the chip was like an unattainable phantom, which could disappear at any moment with the masked man's escape.
Ling Yichen's chest throbbed with pain from the kick, each breath feeling like a dull knife churning inside his chest. But he couldn't care less; only one thought occupied his mind: catch up with the masked man and uncover the chip's secret. The damp basement reeked of a pungent odor, a mixture of rotting garbage and old engine oil, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Sweat streamed down his forehead, stinging his eyes and blurring his vision.
"Stop! Don't run!" Ling Yichen shouted hoarsely, his voice echoing in the narrow passage, carrying a hint of despair at the end. His voice was hoarse from running and anger, but the masked man showed no sign of stopping, only letting out a mocking laugh in the darkness.
Ling Yichen's gaze was fixed on the blurry figure ahead, which appeared and disappeared in the dim light, like a ghost. His legs felt as heavy as lead, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to speed up. The surrounding walls were covered with moss, emitting a damp, musty smell that filled his nostrils with nausea.
Suddenly, Ling Yichen slipped and nearly fell. He looked down and saw a puddle of water on the ground, which had been seeping out from somewhere. The water emitted a pungent stench, mixed with other smells from the basement, making him feel dizzy. He steadied himself and continued chasing after them.
As he chased after him, the masked man's footsteps grew closer. He could hear the man's rapid breathing and sense his tension. Ling Yichen felt a surge of joy; he knew he was about to catch up. Just then, he suddenly heard a creaking sound, like metal scraping against metal, which sounded particularly jarring in the quiet basement.
Ling Yichen was startled. He didn't know where the sound was coming from or what it meant. He cautiously looked around, gripping his gun tighter. The sound grew louder, as if some enormous object was approaching. Suddenly, he saw a huge shadow appear on the wall in front of him, rapidly closing in.
Ling Yichen's eyes widened in horror. He saw a massive mechanical device hurtling towards him along its tracks. Red lights flashed on the device, emitting a pungent, burning smell. He realized he was in a trap and had to find cover as quickly as possible.
He turned sharply and ran towards a side passage. The mechanical device pursued relentlessly, its creaking and groaning echoing behind him, making his eardrums ache. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, as if it would burst out of his chest.
Ling Yichen ran desperately through the passage, his eyes darting rapidly in the dim light, searching for a place to hide. Suddenly, he spotted a dilapidated wooden crate ahead and, without hesitation, ducked inside. The crate reeked of a musty smell, a mixture of dust and sawdust, making him cough involuntarily.
He held his breath, waiting anxiously. The sound of the machinery grew closer; he could feel the ground shaking and hear its roar. Finally, the machinery passed by the wooden crate where he was hiding and continued its advance. Ling Yichen breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew the danger was far from over.
He carefully crawled out of the wooden crate and continued chasing in the direction the masked man had fled. After running for a while, he saw a huge iron door ahead, half-open, letting in a faint sliver of light. Ling Yichen's heart skipped a beat; he knew the masked man might be inside.
He slowly approached the iron gate, his gun poised to fire at any moment. When he finally reached the gate, a pungent chemical smell assaulted his nostrils, stinging his eyes. He frowned and cautiously pushed open the gate.
Behind the door was a huge room filled with various instruments and equipment, with a screen flashing blue light on the table in the center. Ling Yichen's eyes lit up immediately; he knew he had found the right place.
He slowly entered the room, cautiously observing his surroundings. Suddenly, he heard a slight noise coming from behind the table. Startled, he quickly raised his gun and pointed it at the source of the sound. "Who's there? Come out!" he shouted.
A figure stood up from behind the table; it was the masked man. A cold smile appeared on the masked man's face as he looked at Ling Yichen and said, "You think you can find the secret of the chip? You're too naive."
Ling Yichen didn't answer. His eyes were fixed on the masked man, his gun pointed steadily at him. He knew a final showdown was about to begin. The masked man slowly walked towards him, the dagger in his hand gleaming coldly in the lamplight. Ling Yichen took a deep breath, preparing for the battle.
Just as the two were about to clash, a sudden, urgent alarm blared in the room. The alarm was shrill and piercing, making one's eardrums ache. Ling Yichen and the masked man were both startled by the sudden alarm; they stopped and cautiously looked around.
Suddenly, the door to the room was flung open, and a group of men in black rushed in. The leader of the men in black looked at Ling Yichen and the masked man, and said with a sneer, "You think you can escape? Today is your death day."
Ling Yichen's heart sank; he knew he was in an even greater crisis.
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