The City Hunter (Complete) - Chapter 21

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Chapter 136 Getting on This Pirate Ship

"Hehe, I knew you were like this. What? Interested in this organization?" Chen Yan

looked at him with a smile.

"Hehe, don't smile at me. Tell me why you came to see me today. Hehe, stop playing games with me."

Zhang Ziwen looked at his smug smile and knew what this guy was up to with a quick thought. He definitely wasn't just

apologizing. Did he think I was a pushover? Zhang Ziwen felt intense contempt.

Chen Yan was slightly taken aback, then gave him a thumbs up: "...Great. You haven't wasted your life as a washed-up elite.

You actually fooled me. Hehe." Chen Yan admired him. This guy's mind was exceptionally quick. It seemed that this was what the boss

valued in him.

"Alright, alright... enough with the flattery, let's get down to business. This Black Army must have offended your government, so you want to take them down,

right? Damn, I've never heard of the US government doing anything to Japanese terrorist organizations before, but now you remember

? * Tell me how you want to use them, show me your cards." Zhang Ziwen grasped the crux of the matter in a few words.

Chen Yan's eyes widened; this guy was incredibly shrewd. He'd guessed right

. The Marines, the elite of the elite, truly lived up to their reputation; their analysis and judgment were lightning fast, incredibly precise.

"You guessed right. Since you know I'm using you, I won't be polite. I'll tell you the

whole , and then it's up to you whether you get on board." Chen Yan looked at him; he estimated

the chances of this guy getting on board were ridiculously high.

"Go ahead and tell me, just listen for now." Zhang Ziwen casually pulled a

cigarette , lit it, and took a deep drag. He needed to calm down; he had a feeling he might be

getting himself into trouble, maybe even desperately wanting to. But he was well aware of the risks.

Chen Yan smiled at him and then told him the real reason he had come to see Zhang Ziwen: the Japanese Black Army and

the East Turkestan terrorist organizations had aligned themselves with Al-Qaeda and formed a terrorist alliance in response to the global counter-terrorism movement.

After 9/11, global counter-terrorism efforts had intensified, with various counter-terrorism alliances established. The United States and the P5 had strengthened their cooperation in counter-terrorism, sharing intelligence.

Relations

had eased due to counter-terrorism cooperation; the United States had recognized Chechen rebels as terrorist organizations and issued a statement supporting Russia's counter-terrorism

stance , as a condition for this. Central Asia also opened doors for the United States.

Uzbekistan provided the US with an airbase specifically for combating the Taliban and al-Qaeda remnants.

While the global fight against terrorism was in full swing, terrorist organizations of all sizes, centered around al-Qaeda, were also active,

carrying out a series of bombings in Spain, the UK, Turkey, Pakistan, and Israel.

Following these attacks, intelligence from the international anti-terrorism coalition indicated that the bombings were a joint

effort by al-Qaeda, East Turkestan separatists, and the Black Army, with a clear agenda. The goal of forcing multinational forces

to withdraw has indeed been achieved. Spain's new prime minister was the first to announce the withdrawal of troops from Iraq, and other

countries with troops stationed there followed suit with their own withdrawal timelines. Now, only staunch US allies such as the UK, Japan, and

Australia .

The US government is furious about these terrorist activities. While East Turkestan separatists and the Black Army had previously committed numerous crimes,

they hadn't the US government generally turned a blind eye. Now, however, things are different; these attacks are

affecting US interests in the Middle East. How could they be satisfied without eliminating them? But taking action against these two organizations requires extreme caution,

as the implications are too significant. The US has always outwardly sympathized with East Turkistan, even secretly supporting it in the past, and East Turkistan's headquarters

are located in a European country. Now, with Europe shrouded in the shadow of terrorist attacks, the US is secretly preparing to take action against East Turkistan

. The EU's counter-terrorism center has already begun subtly courting the US, urging them to act decisively, and the US's past practice of secretly selling weapons to

East Turkistan will not be exposed.

The Japanese Black Army is a bit more troublesome. As a right-wing terrorist organization, the Japanese government's

efforts to combat have been all bark and no bite. The relationship between the two is very delicate, and Japan and the US are military

allies, giving the US some reservations. However, they cannot afford not to take action against the Black Army. Therefore, everything must be done

covertly , avoiding the eyes and ears of the Japanese government to prevent unnecessary disputes and damage to

the brotherly relationship between the two countries.

Chen Yan revealed the government's top-secret position to Zhang Ziwen. His purpose was simple: it would be

difficult to avoid this dangerous situation, and the consequences had to be considered. He didn't disclose any serious consequences, but he believed Zhang Ziwen would most likely accept the challenge. Chen

Yan knew this guy too well; passion and violence flowed in his blood, and he would explode at the slightest provocation.

"...I don't care what the US government wants. What I care about is why they approached me?"

Zhang Ziwen had no interest in complex political cause and effect.

"They approached you this time...to cooperate with me in the Black Army's stronghold, to assassinate the Black Army's leader, Asahara, and several key members on

the blacklist . The mission in Japan requires highly skilled Asian faces. You were chosen because

you're skilled enough, and besides, you almost became a CIA member? Our boss really admires you, hehe

..." Chen Yan explained with a smile.

"What? Almost became a CIA member? What do you mean?" Zhang Ziwen asked, puzzled.

"You remember when I called you before, right? I told you I'd found you a great job.

Back then you were just a small-time hoodlum in Zhonghai, what a waste of your talent. Before I even called, I'd already

recommended you to the boss, you know? The boss had his men dig up your entire past, haha, amazing! He treats you

like a treasure, and immediately decided to recruit you into the CIA. This special case

is related to the CIA's current focus on Asia; they need skilled fighters, espionage savvy, and Asian features. Who else would they

recruit ? I bet you'd be ecstatic if you knew this, haha..." Chen Yan revealed

the mystery behind the overseas calls and his appearance in Zhonghai.

Zhang Ziwen listened, staring at him, his heart pounding. He'd been noticed by the CIA?

What he said must be true. What a pity, what a pity. After being purged from the military, he'd always longed to

return to those exciting and dangerous days. Adventure and excitement flowed in his veins; he craved

passion , that heart-pounding thrill, and he loved the exhilaration of surviving danger. He

hadn't felt that way in a long time, and he truly craved it. The CIA was amazing, but alas, it was too late now.

His identity and the concerns of those around him made it impossible for him to return to this high-risk profession, but

... a

little fun now and then wouldn't hurt. Zhang Ziwen was tempted, and he already had a plan in mind. "How about it? Interested in some excitement? You've just recovered from a serious injury. Don't you want to stretch your muscles?" Chen Yan,

knowing his personality, teased him with words.

"*, don't tease me. My family was just worried about me. This job isn't easy." Zhang Ziwen said stubbornly, but

his heart was already churning. Excitement, he was really excited, his blood was circulating rapidly. He felt a little hot.

"Come on, I wouldn't dare risk talking to you about this without a solid foundation, haha... just keep pretending." Chen Yan

pulled out a form from his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "This has information on several leaders. Take a look.

Let me tell you first, I've been assigned this mission, and the task of persuading you has also been given to me. I'm going,

and I won't force you if you don't want to. In short, it's very dangerous for me to carry out this mission alone. The odds are against me. It's not bad if you stay alive to collect my

remains. I'll be satisfied if you burn a few incense sticks at my grave every year. Sigh, thinking about it, it's really too dangerous. Don't force yourself,

buddy ." Chen Yan sighed, putting on a convincing expression. He was as miserable as could be, giving instructions

while putting on an act. Only Chen Yan could do something like this. His teasing subtly tugged at Zhang Ziwen's heartstrings, and

Zhang Ziwen was definitely falling for it.

Zhang Ziwen fell for the trap, accepting the information sheet almost without hesitation, while casually throwing a disdainful eye roll at Chen Yan—a

blatant display of sympathy and blatant manipulation. He strongly despised Chen Yan's

childish he couldn't refuse; Zhang Ziwen was completely under Chen Yan's thumb.

He quickly glanced at the top of the sniper list; the photo showed a bearded Japanese man named

Asahara Shoko, born in 1955.

"I remember the Black Army leader was a perverted old beauty, how come she's a man now?" Zhang Ziwen

knew a little about the Black Army.

“You might not know this Asahara, but he’s a fugitive from the Japanese Aum Shinrikyo cult who

has transformed himself into one of the three bigwigs of the Black Army. The old beauty you mentioned is currently in prison. Asahara’s wealth and influence are just what’s needed

to replenish the waning Black Army. This series of bombings in London was

orchestrated by him, representing the Black Army in a collaboration with Al-Qaeda. He’s also the primary target of this assassination mission. Taking him down means the mission is more than halfway to success.” Chen

Yan smiled and added, “Your cooperation with the CIA this time is a great honor for the country. Most of the intelligence on East Turkestan is in

the hands of the CIA. The CIA will decide based on your performance. If you perform well, all the intelligence will

be handed over to . Opportunities to serve the country are rare.” Chen Yan teased him.

“* What does this have to do with me? Don’t give me that. I don’t have that kind of patriotism.” Zhang Ziwen scoffed at

Chen Yan’s words.

"Hehe, how can it not concern you? The East Turkistan separatist movement is an organization that the Chinese government has been trying to eradicate. The Black

Army, under the guise of communism, commits acts of indiscriminate killing of innocent people. Unlike

the revolutionary , the current Black Army is extremely vicious. The Italian hostage crisis in the 1990s was orchestrated by this organization,

as were the Israeli bombings, which killed many innocent civilians. The Chinese government has always been troubled by

this organization that tarnishes communism, but like the US government, it is inconvenient to take action openly.

Now, you've cooperated with the CIA, not only taking down the Black Army's stronghold but also obtaining classified information about the East Turkistan. You've done something

the government can't do. If this succeeds, do you think it won't affect you? Maybe the country will secretly reinstate your

military status and erase your political stains. At that time, your file will be all red. Buddy, you

've really struck gold here, hehe..." Chen Yan earnestly analyzed the situation for him, but the last sentence was not very serious,

openly provoking Zhang Ziwen.

Zhang Ziwen wasn't interested in Chen Yan's earlier words, but rather in his lighthearted banter, which greatly appealed to him

. The humiliation of being discharged from the military was a permanent pain in his heart; the pride in his blood wouldn't allow such shame to resurface .

Although this small honor meant little to him now, as a soldier, the prospect of regaining his former rank and

glory was irresistible.

"Furthermore, according to the latest intelligence analysis, the Black Army's attack on Madam failed this time, and they've already begun their next

attack plan. You don't want anything to happen to Madam again, do you?" Chen Yan dropped a bombshell, a move that was sure to

completely disarm Zhang Ziwen.

Chen Yan's words pierced Zhang Ziwen's heart like a sharp sword.

The real fear in Zhang Ziwen's heart was the threat the Black Army posed to Madam. He had already witnessed their methods—fierce and ruthless. Having failed in their first attack, he believed their

methods against Madam would be even more terrifying. Zhang Ziwen dared not imagine it. The only solution was to nip this terrifying plot in the bud;

this matter was of utmost urgency. Whether the country would restore his reputation was another matter. Tang Ying's life

was the top priority ; he wouldn't allow such a thing to happen again. He had already made up his mind, and he accepted the job.

"When will we move?" Having made his decision, Zhang Ziwen didn't waste any more words.

"From the moment you join, the entire plan will officially begin. The preliminary work, including the military's assistance, has already

been arranged . You just need to wait for my notification. I'll tell you the detailed plan when we meet the boss." Chen Yan smiled

and extended his hand, saying, "Welcome, CIA temporary agent."

Zhang Ziwen smiled, reached out, and shook his hand tightly. He had missed the opportunity to officially join the CIA, but being a

temporary agent wasn't bad. At the same time, he secretly wished that the country could also appoint him as a temporary agent

so he could carry out some dangerous missions. Zhang Ziwen was indulging in a fantasy.

The two friends exchanged emergency contact information. Zhang Ziwen bid farewell to Chen Yan, who had successfully completed his scheming mission,

and they went their separate ways. He returned to Tang Ying's luxurious villa. At the door, he greeted the bodyguards. The bodyguards

looked at him with a hint of pity, which was a bit strange. Moreover, every bodyguard seemed to look at him with the

same . Zhang Ziwen felt uneasy. Tang Ying should be back, and there might be something unexpected going on. He

had a feeling that…

Chapter 137 Loving Her Makes Him Afraid of Her As

soon as he entered the gate, he saw Tang Ying sitting on the sofa, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, seemingly lost in thought. When she saw

him come in, she turned her beautiful face to the side. Needless to say, she was angry, angry that he had sneaked out.

Zhang Ziwen sat down next to her with a fawning smile, and stretched his smile in front of Tang Ying's eyes. "You

're ignoring me, aren't you? I'll show you anyway." Zhang Ziwen's skin was thick enough at this moment. In front of Tang Ying, he had already…

He was used to being shameless, and this wasn't the first time he'd done something so brazen; he was quite adept at it, absolutely brilliant.

"Don't grin like that in front of me. I'm not as shameless as you. Go away, I don't want to see you." Tang Ying

rolled her eyes at him, her beautiful eyes barely concealing a hint of a smile. She was angry with him, but

she was truly helpless against this shameless guy.

"Sister Ying..." Zhang Ziwen drawled, his seemingly innocent, playful smile clinging to her, "...

It was my fault. I shouldn't have run away. It's all my fault, I was too playful. I'm sorry,

Sister Ying... please don't be angry with me anymore." Zhang Ziwen reached out and shook her shoulder. She tried to

keep a straight face, but it was too late; her beautiful eyes were filled with a helpless smile. This child, Tang Ying sighed

inwardly , her mind filled with things she wanted to say to him, but she didn't know where to begin. She was at her wit's end with him.

"You were wrong? You actually know you were wrong? Humph, you've gotten bolder,

haven't you? You just recovered from your injury and you're already climbing the building. When will you ever get rid of this bad habit? Don't you know the right way? Can't you walk the proper path? Do you know how worried I was about you? You're being ridiculous."

Tang Ying still had to teach him a lesson, otherwise this little monkey might do something outrageous again. The

more so composed, she would have really pinched his ear.

"Yes, yes..." Zhang Ziwen nodded hurriedly, "...Sister Ying is right, it's all my fault, I

shouldn't have climbed the building. I was being ridiculous, I'll change." Zhang Ziwen's attitude of admitting his guilt was absolutely sincere, along with a pitiful expression

. This wasn't the first time he had pretended to be pitiful in front of Tang Ying to gain sympathy.

"You..." Tang Ying's slender fingers gently tapped his forehead. She scolded him, both amused and exasperated,

"...I have no idea how naughty you were when you were little. I don't know how your older sister Li managed to raise you. She just

couldn't stand you." Physical punishment was a major taboo, not something a lady would do. Ever since Tang Ying met Zhang Ziwen, her elegant

demeanor had often been completely destroyed by him.

"Hehe... Sister Ying, you're wrong about that. I was

so well-behaved when I was little. My older sister didn't have to worry about me at all. I was so good. She doted on me, hehe... Sister Ying is good to me too, almost like my older sister." Zhang Ziwen obediently

accepted her slender fingers, and at the same time, he saw the smile in her beautiful eyes. He had won her over in just a few words, and

he was delighted.

"You know I'm good to you? All you do is annoy me. When do you ever not make me angry? If I were your

sister, I would have spanked you long ago. Humph, you naughty boy, only your sister can handle you." Tang Ying was

exasperated by his shamelessness. The smile in her beautiful eyes could no longer be concealed, and her stern face softened. Her pretty

lips curled slightly upwards after she finished speaking, like a gentle spring breeze.

"Hehe... Sister Ying would never dare to hit me, let alone my older sister. I was so well-behaved when I was little, my older sister

doted on me. How could she bear to punish me?" Zhang Ziwen boasted with wide eyes. He had suffered a lot from He Li's

discipline Although his bottom never got a spanking, his ears certainly suffered. Sometimes he even thought his hearing was so sensitive

because He Li had pinched it so much.

"Really? Your sister has never been willing to punish you, has she? I've heard you're like a mouse before a cat in her presence.

You don't even dare to breathe loudly. Now that your sister is in China, she can't hear what you're saying, so you're just spouting nonsense." A hint of mischief flashed in Tang Ying's

beautiful eyes .

"Nonsense, why would I be afraid of my older sister? We've been close since childhood, hee... your analogy is

inappropriate." Tang Ying was right. He Li was in China, and it wasn't illegal to boast. In front of the beautiful Tang Ying, he had to maintain his

composure .

"So... you're not afraid of your sister at all? If she knew you were acting like this today, she wouldn't

do anything to you, would she?" Tang Ying's watery eyes grew even more amused.

"That's... even if I did something wrong, she'd only say a few gentle words to me at most, she wouldn't do anything to me. My

older sister is very gentle." This was quite a boast. Zhang Ziwen pondered He Li's gentle side, but the answer was no.

He absolutely couldn't let the fiery and beautiful He Li know about this. If she found out he'd secretly climbed over the building

and slipped out while recovering, he was sure to be in big trouble. Luckily, she wasn't here. Zhang Ziwen secretly rejoiced. He

still had to secret.

Zhang Ziwen smiled. Wrongdoing had to have consequences. He needed to win sympathy with a smile, and this

tactic would definitely work on Tang Ying.

Zhang Ziwen was pondering how to start the conversation when suddenly his smile froze. He sensed something was wrong. He caught

a faint, sweet fragrance—the unique scent of a woman. It was familiar, so very familiar. When Zhang Ziwen's incredibly

sensitive sense of smell detected this fragrance, his heart pounded. He felt a surge of excitement, but at the same time, his expression turned

bitter. He already knew whose scent it was. It was a dilemma. The person he missed most was right behind him,

yet she was also the person he feared most. He was caught between two extremes. He desperately wanted to turn around and see the person he longed for day and night, yet he dreaded seeing

her. He deeply regretted his boasting.

The intoxicating fragrance grew closer, and Zhang Ziwen felt a chill run down his spine. He was doomed. His expression turned dejected.

He couldn't save face in front of Tang Ying today. She was capable of anything. She was his nemesis

for life .

A face, both alluring and delicate, appeared before him. Long hair flowed freely, and her figure was slender. She was very affectionate, her

alluring body shifting slightly as she sat smilingly on his lap. She was very natural, without a trace of coquetry or affectation

. She didn't need to be polite to him; her soft, fragrant body was only three inches from his chest, so close.

Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded like a rabbit's. He dared not move, his hands even more hesitant.

The was breathtakingly beautiful, with delicate eyebrows, watery eyes, a refined, straight nose, and alluring, sensual lips. It was He Li.

Only He Li possessed such a beautiful and fiery face, and only she could be so unrestrained in her affections.

She was Zhang Ziwen's true love. She was also the most feared of all—a stunningly beautiful woman. Her appearance was unexpected, and he felt

a surge of excitement, but this wasn't the time for that. Looking at her smiling, beautiful face, Zhang Ziwen smiled

awkwardly …

“Go on… what did you say about me just now? I love hearing it, I really love hearing it, keep going…” He Li

breathed softly, her laughter sweet and charming. She was truly captivating.

But Zhang Ziwen interpreted that sweet smile as the prelude to a storm, something terrifying. He chuckled sheepishly:

“…I said…older sister, you…you're so gentle…” It was a compliment, but Zhang Ziwen

stammered very difficult to say.

"Really? Is my sister gentle? Hehe... What are you thinking? Trying to figure out what's so gentle about me

, huh? Hehe... Is that right?" He Li's face was very close to his, her fragrant breath intoxicating

, her beautiful eyes full of laughter, her voice unusually gentle, but Zhang Ziwen could tell it was a blatant threat.

She knew him too well. It was easy for her to figure out what he was thinking.

"Well... I've always thought you were very gentle..." Zhang Ziwen swallowed. She was

gentle , but it was just an act. Never judge a book by its cover; he knew this all too well.

"Hehe... Of course I'm gentle, so you can do whatever you want, right? I can't do anything with you,

can I?" He Li's slender hand reached out, towards his ear. Zhang Ziwen closed his eyes,

sighing inwardly. This was an inescapable punishment; he'd been caught red-handed, and he had to accept it.

Nothing happened. His ear wasn't burning as he'd imagined; instead, it felt a little comfortable, even a little itchy. He Li's soft, jade-like

hand gently caressed his ear, and Zhang Ziwen opened his eyes. He Li's charming smile remained,

and a faint fragrance wafted from her breath. Good heavens, a feeling of impending doom washed over him, and Zhang Ziwen inwardly groaned. Ears are a woman's erogenous zone, and it seemed to still have some effect on men. A fire seemed to burn

in Zhang Ziwen's lower abdomen. Her actions appeared provocative, and coupled with her close and intimate gestures, it was almost impossible for a man to resist. She was simply too alluring; her full breasts swayed right before his eyes. This kind of punishment was truly unbearable. She hadn't made her move yet, but it was only a matter of time, Zhang Ziwen knew. What he desperately needed now was to resist all distracting thoughts. He would rather endure her fiery methods than suffer her seemingly gentle treatment. Right now, Zhang Ziwen hoped the storm would rage on, that she would stop torturing him like this. The mental torment was far more unbearable than the physical pain. Make your move , Zhang Ziwen hoped. Tang Ying watched the spectacle from the sidelines, a hint of schadenfreude in her beautiful eyes. He'd finally gotten himself into trouble with two stunning beauties . He Li seemed addicted to playing with his ears, as if reluctant to let them rotate 180 degrees. Zhang Ziwen looked pitiful; what did she want? "...I was wrong, I'll definitely change." Zhang Ziwen apologized again. Outside, he could be reckless, even murderous without batting an eye, but in front of He Li, he was a lamb. He loved her, he cared for her, and he could tolerate anything she did to him. Having been controlled by her for over ten years, he was used to obediently following her orders. "...Knowing you're wrong, why do you still do it?" He Li's breath was sweet, her hands still gentle. "I...I..." Zhang Ziwen hesitated to answer. He was wrong; what was there to ask? "Then...then tell me, how should I punish you?" He Li's voice was so gentle it made one's heart melt. "Whatever... whatever you want... sigh... just don't aggravate my old injury, it's not fully healed yet." Zhang Ziwen sighed with a bitter face , hoping she would go easy on him. "Hehe... I won't punish you today, but I'll remember this. Why are your muscles so tense? You little rascal, I'll be gentle with you this time, as you asked. Can you relax now?" He Li's smile remained, but her beautiful eyes were a little moist. This silly little brother was really as obedient as a lamb in front of her. She had heard his conversation with Tang Ying. From beginning to end, he hadn't said a bad word about her. He wanted her to be gentle with him, He Li understood . He was afraid she loved him. She also knew that she used to like to hit him, but at this moment, she... Unable to bear it, she could sense his submissive nervousness. Moreover, the two siblings hadn't seen each other for so long, and she couldn't tease him anymore. She missed him so much… Hearing her words, Zhang Ziwen was slightly taken aback. When he saw the tears welling up in her beautiful eyes, he understood . He understood her feelings at that moment because he saw the endless affection and longing in her eyes… Tang Ying, sitting to the side, noticed He Li's emotional fluctuations. Tears were about to overflow from He Li's beautiful eyes. She was very sensible and quietly stood up, leaving the living room space for the two siblings who hadn't seen each other for a long time. The living room was quiet. Zhang Ziwen and He Li looked at each other, their eyes filled with tenderness and longing . They hadn't been apart for this long since he returned from the army, let alone for so long. Despite the distance, they constantly worried about and missed each other. He Li suffered the most. He had been flown to the United States overnight on a special plane, his fate unknown. During his coma, she didn't know how she survived, tossing and turning every night, barely able to sleep. She almost couldn't go on. When she learned he had woken up and was gradually recovering, she longed to fly to his side immediately. She wanted to see him properly, to scold him, to teach him a lesson. But when she actually saw him, she couldn't do anything. She just wanted to look at him. He was alive and well, healthy , able to climb stairs. It was wonderful. A complete and healthy him was before her. She was content. Having gone through this brush with death, she understood her own heart. She couldn't live without her silly little brother; without him, she absolutely couldn't go on living … "...Can you hug me?" He Li whispered in his ear, longing for his full embrace . She nestled into his arms, feeling his firm chest and warm embrace. Zhang Ziwen gently wrapped his arms around her waist. He had wanted to do this for a long time; he wanted to hold her. Days of longing made him crave the warmth of her body. His hands tightened, he held her tightly, as if trying to meld her soft body into his own. She was the love of his heart, and he wanted to give her his embrace. At this moment , he belonged to her... A tender atmosphere filled the living room. They could hear each other's passionate heartbeats and feel each other's boundless affection. The couple was immersed in this boundless love... Chapter 138 The Little Lioness's Mischief Unhappy and Speechless The long night was endless; it was already 1 a.m. It was past 11 o'clock. The bedroom Tang Ying had prepared for him was enormous, and the bed was ridiculously large. Lying on it felt like floating on a cloud, his body sinking deeper and deeper into its softness. The , seemingly the intoxicating scent of Tang Ying herself. This master bedroom must have been hers before ; she had given it to Zhang Ziwen because it was the largest and most comfortable bed in the entire villa. She had unreservedly given him the best spot to enjoy. If he wanted more, he could have even more, as long as she had it… Zhang Ziwen couldn't sleep tonight, partly because He Li had come. He was very happy and excited; she was the most important part of his life. In this unfamiliar country of America, being able to be with his dearest person…

His excitement was palpable; he could see her every day, be with her, and repay her for all the years of

care she had given him…

But along with the excitement came a series of headaches. Zhang Ziwen was truly troubled.

He didn't know the schedule for the temporary cooperation with the CIA, and he hoped it would be delayed so he could spend more time with He Li. At the same time, he was also agonizing

over what excuse to make to leave the two beauties. What reason could he give them?

According to Chen Yan, this trip to Japan would take at least a week, which was a bit long. If he couldn't come up with a good reason,

He Li would definitely not let him leave her side. If he sneaked away, she would make him suffer when he returned. He

seemed to owe her quite a bit. The accumulated mistakes would be enough to make him suffer. More importantly, he didn't want He Li

to worry , and he didn't want her to be angry. Dealing with women was his most troublesome thing, and Zhang Ziwen felt it was a bit tricky. He couldn't

avoid the trip to Japan. Tang Ying's safety was his greatest concern. She was currently being

targeted , and the consequences could be very serious. Now, the CIA was secretly supporting the assassination of the organization's leader. Given Zhang Ziwen's personality,

simply dealing with the leader was too easy. He wanted to wipe out the entire Black Army's stronghold, leaving no future trouble. Even if there were any, he'd

transfer the blame to the Americans, leaving the mess for the CIA to clean up. In short, it was a mutually exploitative relationship;

there was no need for politeness. He couldn't let the CIA's exploitation go unpunished without causing some trouble. On this point, Zhang Ziwen was absolutely capable of being utterly despicable.

This matter was truly a headache. He had a long criminal record, and those two beautiful women were definitely keeping a close eye on him. He Li's

arrival gave Tang Ying another nemesis in monitoring him. These two beauties were the people he feared most. No,

they were the people he respected most. In their presence, he could only obediently comply. Damn it, finding an excuse was difficult.

Zhang Ziwen sighed dejectedly…

The door to the outer bedroom creaked softly, as if someone was entering. Zhang Ziwen was startled. Who could it be so late

? He turned on the light, illuminating the dark room with a soft, warm glow. He sat up, and

the bedroom door opened gently, revealing a slender figure—He Li. Her silk pajamas flowed gracefully, her mature,

perfect body subtly revealed, alluring and captivating. She closed the door behind her, glancing at

Zhang Ziwen , slightly taken aback.

"...You...aren't you asleep yet?" A blush crept across He Li's alluring face.

"...I can't sleep a little, maybe it's because I'm happy you're here." Zhang Ziwen smiled, only

half-truth in his statement.

"Me too...I can't sleep either, so I thought I'd come see you." He Li walked to the bedside and gently

sat down.

Zhang Ziwen was touched and said with a smile, "Perfect timing, I was just thinking about you. We couldn't sleep anyway, so

we can chat now. It's been so long since I've seen you, big sister, I've missed you terribly."

"Really missing me? Don't tease your sister like that, you little rascal." He Li was delighted by his sweet words and

gave him a tender look, practically dripping with affection.

"Really, even your good little brother isn't my neighbor anymore, who else is? I think about

you every day and every night." Zhang Ziwen suddenly felt a little cheesy; he did miss her, but he didn't need to say it out loud.

"You're so annoying..." He Li rolled her eyes at him, "Don't be so cheeky with your sister." She said it coquettishly,

but her heart was overflowing with sweetness.

Here we go again. Zhang Ziwen was a little afraid to look at He Li's disdainful gaze. Her coquettish eyes had a unique charm; when a man

saw them, his heart would involuntarily flutter. His heart was already racing a little too fast.

"Come in a bit, let me lie down on the bed. I'll sleep with you tonight." He Li spoke casually and acted

boldly. Wearing only a silk nightgown, she had already lifted the covers and crawled into bed.

Good heavens, no way! Zhang Ziwen was terrified. The alluring beauty was already under the covers,

shamelessly *lying* beside him. Zhang Ziwen knew she genuinely wanted to sleep with him, without any ulterior motives.

He knew He Li's personality too well; she never cared about propriety in front of him, doing whatever she wanted. This was a real problem for

him. He had many impure thoughts about her, but he was passive in front of her, afraid to take the initiative

. Right now, he could only sigh in despair.

"...Oh, right, I suddenly remembered something. You brat, you'd better tell me the truth. If you dare to lie,

I'll really punish you." He Li *lying* on the bed felt comfortable; the bed was so soft. She moved her body up and down,

her breasts heaving, a fragrant breath escaping her lips, her expression content.

"...What is it? What do you want me to tell you?" He Li's allure made Zhang Ziwen swallow hard, but her

question piqued his curiosity.

"Um... what's your relationship with that Mu Qing?" He Li's beautiful eyes looked at him, observing his

expression . How could she not figure out the pretty woman next to her silly brother?

Zhang Ziwen was stunned. Mu Qing's beautiful face flashed in his mind, and his heart skipped a beat.

He casually replied, "...She's my former boss? Why are you mentioning her?" He felt a little guilty.

"Hehe... it can't be just a boss, can it?" He Li caught his shifty gaze.

"Really... really, it's that simple. There's nothing between us." Zhang Ziwen struggled to respond to her seemingly disbelieving

tone.

"Nothing? You're still being dishonest in front of your sister? Humph, I've met her many times.

I know quite a bit about you from her. Do you want me to expose your secrets?" He Li looked at him with a smile, her tone

carrying a hint of threat.

"You two met so many times?" Zhang Ziwen was surprised. The little lioness met with his older sister? What was she up to?

Mu Qing's image in Zhang Ziwen's mind was rather high—intelligent, cunning, and full of tricks. He had suffered

quite a bit at her hands. Zhang Ziwen felt a sense of panic: "...What...what did she say to you?"

"That's a question for you. What did you do to her?" A mischievous glint flashed in He Li's beautiful eyes.

"I...I didn't do anything to her? Really, how could there be anything between us?" Zhang Ziwen sensed something was wrong.

He Li seemed to know a lot. What had that girl said to her?

"You brat. You won't admit it until you see the coffin, will you?" He Li suddenly reached out and pulled Zhang Ziwen's hand out from under

the covers . There was a memento from Mu Qing on it, a clear teeth mark. He Li snorted smugly: "

What's this? Who made this mark? Still trying to deny it?"

*, that girl told her about this? The bite mark was ambiguous; the incident at the taekwondo gym felt like it happened

yesterday. He had almost assaulted Mu Qing there. Zhang Ziwen's face instantly flushed red, and he stammered...

He just couldn't utter a coherent sound.

"Confess. Tell me honestly how you met and what happened, or else, hmph...

" He Li let go of Zhang Ziwen's hand but moved to a different spot. She accurately grabbed Zhang Ziwen's ear,

not twisting it, but it was a blatant threat, and he would suffer if he didn't retaliate.

Helpless, Zhang Ziwen, his most vulnerable spot severely threatened, sighed and could only start by

recounting the misunderstanding with her at the lingerie shop, all the way to what happened at the taekwondo gym. He couldn't bring himself to say the rest, so he had to stop, trying

to hide as much as possible.

He Li was listening intently when he stopped talking. She glared at him and said, "I know some of this.

Humph, you weren't exactly kind to her that day. You wanted to do something bad to her, didn't you? I know about the Taekwondo gym incident. I'm

asking you, did you stay at her house that night?"

During Zhang Ziwen's time in the United States, Mu Qing had invited He Li out for coffee and shopping many times. It was

a time when . Mu Qing was very good at dealing with people. She was respectful to He Li and had a sweet tongue, calling her "Sister Li" very often. She

understood He Li's personality very well and always picked topics that interested her. Zhang Ziwen happened to be the person He Li cared about the most, so

Mu Qing often brought him up, telling her stories about their interactions. He Li immediately

fell for it and quickly became very close to Mu Qing, talking about everything.

While the two beauties were getting intimate, Mu Qing recounted many embarrassing stories about Zhang Ziwen, including how she teased him.

However, one thing kept He Li on her mind: the fact that Zhang Ziwen had stayed at her house one night. Mu Qing's expression became hesitant

when she mentioned it, as if something had happened, hinting at it but not explaining. This left He Li

itching to know more. Tonight, the culprit was right beside her, and she was determined to find out. Now,

she . He Li was calculating in her mind.

Zhang Ziwen was stumped by He Li's difficult question. Had the brat revealed that too? * Could she really say that about

holding her in her arms and having a wet dream? If she could say that, how could Zhang Ziwen?

"Hey... what are you thinking about? Hurry up and tell the truth, or do you want me to torture you?" He

Li said fiercely, applying a little pressure. This guy wouldn't be tough on her; he'd try to deny it. He Li

knew his weakness.

"No...I...I'll talk..." Zhang Ziwen felt pressure on his ears; she was already about to take

action . He wondered what trouble Mu Qing, that little lioness, had gotten him into; he felt utterly wronged.

"Hurry up and tell me, every single word. I need to verify who's telling the truth," He Li urged,

secretly chuckling. "See if I can get anything out of you."

It seemed his older sister already knew about his embarrassing affair. He had very little privacy in front of her; if he didn't

confess, he'd be in deep trouble. Zhang Ziwen groaned inwardly, his face turning as red as a pig's liver.

"...I...I just slept with her one night, that's all..." Zhang Ziwen hesitated, trying to figure out how to say

it .

"Impossible! Mu Qing told me everything! You still want to lie?" He Li didn't believe him. Two

people sleeping together all night couldn't have gone unnoticed. She wanted to prove whether this brat had done

anything inappropriate with Mu Qing.

Good heavens, what nonsense was Mu Qing spouting? Zhang Ziwen was furious. Could he really say such things? *

He felt He Li tighten her grip on his ear, rotating it 60 degrees, the pressure was immense.

"...I...I just didn't notice I got it on her..." Zhang Ziwen was embarrassed, inwardly blaming Mu Qing for being such a

troublemaker.

"What? You did that with her? Really?" He Li's understanding was off, this was troublesome,

how could take responsibility? Xiao Shu would be furious if she found out.

"No...really not..." Zhang Ziwen realized something was wrong, he had to explain.

"You got it on her and you still say no? You brat, are you trying to drive me crazy?" He Li's beautiful eyes widened, fierce,

her grip unconsciously tightening, she was genuinely angry, this brat dared

to sleep with another woman behind her and Xiao Shu's back, she was extremely dissatisfied.

"It hurts...I'm telling the truth, it was just a wet dream." Zhang Ziwen felt the pain in his ear, his habitual fear of He Li

made him blurt out, confessing completely.

"What did you say? Dream... what did you dream about?" He Li didn't hear clearly, her grip on his hand didn't loosen, she was still angry

.

"...Wet dream." Zhang Ziwen's voice was barely audible, his face flushed crimson. He didn't dare look at He Li, wishing he could

disappear into the ground, it was too embarrassing.

This time He Li heard clearly, wet dream. Her face flushed completely, the color of her cheeks alluring and

seductive . She had read magazines about this, it was a common physiological phenomenon for men in their prime. She

had often witnessed this embarrassing phenomenon when washing his underwear. Asking him about it had led to this result,

something she hadn't expected. So awkward, so shameful...

The master bedroom fell silent, very quiet, they could hear each other's joyful yet shy heartbeats. At this moment, Zhang Ziwen was

embarrassed, and He Li was shy. The atmosphere in the bedroom became a little awkward and ambiguous. The privacy between men and women

was not a topic for them to discuss. He Li's interrogation of Zhang Ziwen had gotten heated. At this moment, Mu Qing

disappeared from their minds, completely vanished, replaced by the romantic things they had done in bed...

Chapter 139: Conquered by Her, Unhappy and Speechless.

He Li's heart was beating fast. Over the years, she had discovered countless embarrassing things about him, and this was

even . She had personally washed all his clothes and underwear. When the topic of matters between men and women came up, she quickly

thought of the underwear she washed for him. The suspicious liquid on his underwear led her to his most private parts, which she had seen with her own eyes

and even touched with her hands. His masculine symbol appeared clearly in her mind.

When she was lonely, she would watch porn to pass the time. She learned a lot about relationships from porn,

but her innate pride and reserve prevented her from engaging in casual sex. She longed for love and a man's

tenderness, but deep down, only one person deserved it: Zhang Ziwen. He was right beside her now,

her silly little brother, her handsome, silly little brother. She loved him, and she could love him without any reservations.

Although was his cousin, there were no taboos about their blood ties. She could marry him, but her innate maternal

love made her wholeheartedly consider Zhang Ziwen's well-being. He should marry Xiao Shu; only Xiao Shu was worthy of him.

She already happy to be his sister…

He Li secretly glanced at the person beside her. His face was flushed, and his breathing seemed a little uneven. She could…

She felt his heartbeat, and her own body was in no better shape, uncontrollably hot and weak.

The situation was difficult to manage; she only now realized how tightly she was clinging to him. Her delicate hand had somehow

slipped from his ear and rested weakly on his shoulder…

The atmosphere was too awkward. Neither of them spoke, silently frozen in an awkward silence, neither daring to move even slightly.

He Li couldn't bear this situation; her personality wouldn't allow her to be shy or guilty in front of him. She shifted her body

, boldly pressing herself against him. A daring thought crossed her mind. She didn't want him to suffer like this.

Because she could feel the bulge at the base of his thighs, she nestled halfway in his arms, her long, beautiful legs pressed against his

sensitive area, which was so hot…

“Xiao Wen…” He Li softly called his nickname.

Zhang Ziwen turned his head. They were too close; he almost touched her soft lips. He quickly tilted his head back slightly,

a questioning look in his eyes. He didn't know why she called him, but he was constantly suppressing his burning

desire. It was so painful; he was enduring torment. He Li didn't say anything, and he absolutely dared not violate her. Her fragrant

body was pressed tightly against him. He didn't even dare to place his hands on her body. He felt terrible, utterly miserable.

"...You...are...you really want it?" He Li's charming face was flushed, but she still bit her soft

lips and asked.

"Want...what?" Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. He didn't understand what she meant. Her question was ambiguous,

and he was afraid he had misunderstood. He had a million desires in his heart, and his lower body was already a mess. How could he not want it?

He Li pressed her soft lips to his ear, blowing her fragrant breath: "Silly boy, I'm asking you...are you...

wanting a woman..." He Li's heart was pounding in her throat. She felt incredibly bold.

Dizzy, Zhang Ziwen's head buzzed. Thrilling! A beautiful woman was whispering in his ear, asking him if he wanted

a woman ? There was nothing more exciting in the world than this, especially on a fragrant bed,

with a sexy, alluring woman nestled in his arms. Her words made his heart pound, and his lower body pounded too. He Li immediately

sensed his intense reaction…

Zhang Ziwen dared not speak, barely daring to breathe. Nothing in the world could be more agonizing. He

couldn't believe these words came from He Li's mouth, and he didn't know how to respond. He could only continue to endure the ordeal, his face flushed

.

“Hehe… So shy at your age…” He Li, seeing his nervous and shy appearance, couldn't help but

tease him with a warm, fragrant breath: “…Silly boy, if you want… me to help you… don't hold back…”

His shyness emboldened her, but after saying the last sentence, her body almost went limp. It was too shameful,

too ambiguous…

a blatant teasing, a naked provocation. The woman's fragrance filled the air. How could a hot-blooded young man withstand such stimulation? He heard it

clearly: she meant she could give herself to him? Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded again, his breathing quickened. He

showed through his actions that he had been driven to desperation. Having received He Li's hint, he would no longer hold back; at this point, politeness

would only cost him his life.

His hand encircled her delicate body, and with a gentle lift of his waist and abdomen, He Li

let out a soft moan as he cleanly and swiftly flipped her down beneath him. The movements were fluid and painless

. Before He Li could react, he was already on top of her soft body, his waist and abdomen simultaneously parting her beautiful legs. His hand caressed

her full breasts, and his lips approached her alluring mouth. In 1.5 seconds, he had completed his entire act—

quite fast .

"You brat… what are you doing?" He Li cried out softly, raising her slender hand to cover his lips.

What am I doing? Isn't that obvious? Zhang Ziwen stopped moving, his eyes showing confusion and

inquiry. He prayed inwardly, "Please don't mess with me now." His eyes burned with a fiery passion,

slightly red, his desire already aroused to the extreme by He Li. His lower body involuntarily rubbed against her mysterious

softness.

He Li weakly pushed him away, whispering, "Don't move...get off...be good..." Her

body was limp from the heat of his erection, she felt like she was about to be destroyed by the man on top of her.

"Let me go? You're so annoying!" Seeing his stunned expression, He Li cried out urgently, struggling desperately

.

Zhang Ziwen was forced to stop. He could only release her; he couldn't force her, but he was very dissatisfied. The blanket

was already pulled back, and he knelt between her legs, his body erect, only wearing his underwear.

The prominent bulge of his private parts proclaimed his displeasure. What was this? He'd lifted her up halfway, and now he wouldn't let her? What was he going to do? Looking at

her beneath him, his lust intensified. He had lifted her silk nightgown to her waist, revealing pink,

transparent panties. The woman's secrets were clearly visible beneath them. There were suspicious marks in that crucial area,

indicating she wasn't wearing a bra. The two nipples were clearly visible, proudly

erect He was almost consumed by lust.

"You little pervert…why are you in such a hurry…daring to do something naughty to your sister?" He Li glared at him

, scolding him playfully. Her struggle had left her slightly breathless.

"…You…aren't you going to…help me?" Zhang Ziwen muttered softly, his breathing heavy. He could barely

suppress the raging fire in his lower abdomen. The sight and smell of her were overwhelming.

"Ugh. Helping you doesn't mean you have to do something naughty to me, you lecherous devil." He Li's alluring eyes glanced at the bulge that made her

heart race. She had once grasped that thing, and she was afraid.

"Then...what should we do?" Zhang Ziwen needed to vent his frustration tonight. He wanted to cling to her, but he didn't dare force

her, so he could only whine and plead.

He Li sat up. She was too lazy to straighten her nightgown; she didn't care if he got a good look at her. "Lie

down . You lecherous eyes, always staring." He Li noticed his somewhat piercing gaze and saw his throat move.

He swallowed, she thought to herself, knowing how transparent her underwear was. It was no wonder the young man in front of her was lecherous.

Zhang Ziwen obediently lay flat. He didn't know what He Li wanted to do; he only knew that lying

flat would only make his manhood more obvious. He didn't intend to hide it. He

Li had already seen and touched everything she wanted, so he didn't care about doing it again. He had no privacy in front of her.

He Li exhaled a fragrant breath, her heart pounding. She didn't know if what she was doing was right or wrong; she only knew that

he was having a hard time right now. She decided to help him. He Li gritted her teeth and reached her delicate hand towards his

briefs , her fingers trembling slightly.

She was taking off her underwear? Did she like being on top? Zhang Ziwen had seen porn and knew about a position where the woman

was on top. Legend had it that in this position, the woman could actively control intense pleasure, and it was a position favored by

women . Given He Li's personality, it wasn't surprising that she liked this position. Zhang Ziwen felt a

surge of excitement. Who cared who conquered whom? The most important thing now was to find a warm home for his unruly member, which was

painfully swollen.

Zhang Ziwen obediently lifted his buttocks, cooperating with He Li's movements to remove her underwear. Soon, the underwear was tossed

aside. Glancing at what looked somewhat frightening, He Li's face flushed red to her ears. He'd grown up, he really

had grown up —this was a sentiment He Li had expressed countless times, and each time it made her unable to control herself. A man's body

was just as alluring to a woman.

It was cool and completely exposed below. Zhang Ziwen didn't even need to look to know how unsightly his manhood was, and

what a disgraceful sight it would be in front of He Li. Now it was completely exposed to her. He

closed his eyes; his manhood might not care about appearances, but his manhood did. Blacking out was a

way to cover his shame.

His body suddenly trembled. He felt her delicate hand grasp his manhood. It was gentle,

warm , and comfortable. A tingling, electric sensation quickly spread throughout his body. Being held by a beautiful woman was definitely more

pleasurable than holding it himself. Zhang Ziwen felt it intensely. His legs were already stiff, and his muscles were tense. It was tension,

the pleasure was too intense. He could feel her hand moving gently, a little clumsy, but enough for him to savor.

Stimulation…

He Li was almost breathless. She gently grasped it, feeling its heat. The moment it touched her, her

body almost went limp on the bed. The sensation in her hand … Stimulated by the heat, she felt a warm, damp sensation in her lower body

…

The last time she held it, she was lost in passion, her mind filled with lust, devoid of any

other thoughts, as if it were the natural thing to be intimate with it. But today was different. Her mind was clear.

She didn't know what words to use to describe her feelings—a little shy, a little scared, a little hot, a little trembling,

and a feeling of recklessness. Her purpose was simple: she just wanted to help him release his pent-up desire. She didn't want him to

suffer. She had wanted to help him ever since she discovered the sexy lingerie under his pillow. Now she was holding this hot

thing , and the knowledge she had learned from porn was finally coming in handy. She slowly slid it up and down, a very awkward movement. Her

movements were gentle, afraid of hurting him. She was still a little confused as to why,

despite his recent serious injury, his erection was still so strong. She cursed inwardly , "You little pervert..."

Zhang Ziwen's buttocks rose and fell with her movements. He felt a slight disappointment; he wanted his lower

body to enter a warm place. Although her hands were warm, the effect was quite different. Nevertheless, this already gave him

great pleasure, and he occasionally let out a satisfied groan. Her movements became increasingly skilled; her other hand even

coordinated with the movements, scratching at places that made him feel even more numb. God, he loved her little hands. His body

trembled . He wanted to enjoy it more; he was enduring, wanting to linger in her hands a little longer, even just a little while. He

gritted his teeth and persevered. He Li's thrusts became faster and faster...

So tiring, He Li's hands were so sore. How could this bad guy last so long? She couldn't remember how long she'd been moving;

all she knew was that her hands were sore and numb, her arms felt like they couldn't lift, and his penis, though still erect, showed

no . Little did she know that this rascal

was desperately trying to hold on, wanting her to stay a little longer. No, she couldn't take it anymore. Was that the only way he could come? He Li

thought of those scenes from adult films that made her blush. Would she really do

that? The soreness in her hands told her that was the only way; it was her only option. She changed her position, lying between his legs. This position

was more comfortable than sitting. Her face was so close; she could clearly see the veins, and smell the strong

masculine scent. She didn't mind the smell; she didn't find it unpleasant. At this moment, she could see his body completely

, up close. A sense of pride filled her heart. This beautiful body belonged to her. She

buried her head down, and extended her smooth, fragrant tongue…

warm, slippery, Zhang… Ziwen was stunned by the sudden stimulation. He could feel her nimble tongue

teasing him. My God, it was hellish stimulation! Intense pleasure washed over his entire body like a tidal wave. His body

trembled. This was the first time he had experienced this divine bliss. He absolutely couldn't handle it. With minimal effort, his fingers

couldn't stop the gentle teasing of her tongue. Suddenly, he felt a warm, moist sensation. He was being devoured below, and within that warmth, a nimble

, slippery tongue was entwining around him. Intense stimulation, overwhelming pleasure—warm, moist, wet, slippery, and slippery—a tingling, electric-like

sensation suddenly surged from there. It penetrated his heart and reached the depths of his brain. Zhang Ziwen's lower abdomen twitched slightly, still, trembling, throbbing

, and then gushing forth. A tidal wave of pleasure pushed him to the peak of stimulation. He completely collapsed; he was utterly conquered by her…

Chapter 140 Entering the Lanlei Zone

The luxurious bedroom returned to calm, save for his heavy breathing after his release. He was so exhausted; the intense

peak of pleasure had released all the desire within him. Afterward, he felt lightheaded; he went limp, his entire body limp

. He breathed in relief, savoring that most thrilling moment…

She felt the fire in her mouth … He was hot. She sensed his final struggle, and he quickly succumbed. He Li

breathed a sigh of relief ; so that's what he was afraid of. Her mouth was already overflowing with his essence, spilling from the corners of her lips. She slowly climbed

onto his chest and lay there. He just opened his eyes and looked at her. Her tongue provocatively swirled on her soft lips, licking the

suspicious liquid into them. Her beautiful eyes were infinitely charming, her allure captivating. Zhang Ziwen saw this and his heart

skipped a beat. He seemed to have seen the exact same scene somewhere before—the same luxurious bed, the same

seductive expression and movements. Where? In a dream? Heavens! Zhang Ziwen had felt a deep

sense of guilt about this familiar dream. Now that the dream had returned to reality, looking at He Li's mature and beautiful body, he felt a strange happiness.

The dream had come true…

In America, Tang Ying rarely went out except to occasionally meet some legendary important figures. Her

mysterious identity and background made her travel inconvenient, and coupled with security concerns,

the task of accompanying He Li on her trip fell to Zhang Ziwen.

Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed. With Tang Ying's approval, he could move freely throughout the United States. For several days,

Zhang Ziwen took He Li all over New York City, and not satisfied, he took her to Washington, D.C., followed by Los Angeles.

In Los Angeles' Hollywood, they partied at the film studio, and afterwards, He Li even took her to

Las Vegas, . He Li had good luck, throwing in a thousand dollars and coming out with a small profit of a thousand dollars, while Zhang Ziwen

lost all his thousand-dollar chips. He Li teased him for a while…

Ever since He Li and he had what appeared to be an intimate sexual encounter, their relationship had become incredibly close, with frequent

hugs and kisses, no different from lovers in the throes of passion. But even so, she couldn't change her habits; she still

seized every opportunity to discipline the little rascal in her eyes, and Zhang Ziwen still obediently accepted her torment. There was

something else that bothered him: He Li absolutely refused to let him do anything wrong; he could only be conquered by her. This made him both

happy and troubled, and her reasons were quite childish. Indirectly helping him solve his physiological needs wasn't against the rules, and as long as it wasn't a direct

physical relationship, it didn't count as betraying Tang Shu. This naive reasoning left Zhang Ziwen

both amused and exasperated. Even now, she held firm to her sacred defenses. He didn't know when she would open her heart. He wanted her, but given

her resolute rejection, he could only let her continue her conquest with a bittersweet feeling… Surprisingly,

Mu Qing, the culprit, held a place in He Lidi's heart. She seemed to have a bit of a crush on that little lioness,

occasionally mentioning her to Zhang Ziwen. She hinted that she could get Mu Qing, but with Tang

Shu already there, she couldn't say it outright. In her heart, it didn't matter if her silly younger brother had a few more lovers. The Zhang family

had been single-son families for generations, and she strongly supported her brother's pursuit of many women, almost wishing he had several beautiful women around him.

Zhang Ziwen remained noncommittal to He Li's hints and flirtations. He loved Tang Shu and He Li, and he was content with them both by his

side . He believed Tang Shu wouldn't mind the special bond and kinship he shared with He Li; she

had already accepted the fact that he and He Li depended on each other for survival. But Mu Qing was different. Even with Tang Shu's kind heart, she would

n't allow him to be unfaithful with other women. She always trusted him. In this matter, Zhang Ziwen didn't want to hurt Tang Shu or Mu Qing. He could only bury his love for her deep in his

heart; he couldn't express it to her.

Unwilling to delve deeper into his complicated relationship with Mu Qing, he was troubled and helpless…

Back at Tang Ying's place, he received a call from Tang Shu in China. Tang Shu explained that a new project

needed to be launched, and due to funding constraints, He Li, the CFO, had to manage it personally. Unfortunately, He

Li had to return to China early. Although she was extremely reluctant to leave Zhang Ziwen, Tang Shu could handle the business in China alone, and she couldn't be selfish

any longer. Fortunately, Zhang Ziwen's final medical examination wasn't far off, and the two siblings

would soon be reunited.

After seeing off the reluctant He Li at the New York airport, Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. Long San and the two investment

advisors were quite capable; they had found a new project to launch so quickly. They had no choice but to push them. Chen Yan's notification had arrived;

he was to go to CIA headquarters the day after tomorrow. Zhang Ziwen secretly arranged for He Li to be sent back to China before the deadline

, making it much easier to find an excuse to deal with Tang Ying...

The next morning, Tang Ying and Zhang Ziwen had just finished breakfast when a bodyguard in black rushed in,

holding an email. Upon seeing Tang Ying, he handed it to her directly. The email had been examined with equipment and no

suspicious items were found. Tang Ying had just survived a terrorist attack, and her bodyguards were extremely cautious about security.

Tang Ying opened the email, which contained tickets for a luxury trip for two to Australia, departing the next day.

Tang Ying was a little puzzled, guessing that Zhang Ziwen had booked the trip. She

handed the tickets directly to Zhang Ziwen and asked, "What's this about a luxury trip for two to Australia?"

Zhang Ziwen took the tickets, looking confused. After a moment, he seemed to suddenly realize something, slapped his forehead, and laughed, saying

, "Hehe, I remember now! We were really lucky; my sister and I probably won something with the things we bought last time. Oh well,

it's a pity she's going back to China early. What are we going to do?" "Australia has always been my dream destination." Zhang Ziwen

sighed, then smiled at Tang Ying and said, "...Hehe, how about we go together?"

Tang Ying looked at his expectant face and her heart fluttered. She really wanted to go with him, but she

had an important appointment with US Secretary of State Rice the next day and couldn't get away. She could only give him a regretful look. She

secretly liked traveling with him, but unfortunately, the timing was off. Tang Ying never dreamed that the appointment the next day was

arranged by the CIA, let alone that this luxurious trip to Australia for two was Zhang Ziwen's way of getting out of trouble.

Zhang Ziwen sighed and said pitifully, "Oh, what should I do? It would be so much more fun to go to

Australia . You really can't come with me? But I really want to go to Australia to see the Sydney Opera House, see kangaroos,

see koalas, Sister Ying. I really want to go see them, I'm so bored at home." Zhang Ziwen played along with a playful

expression, not afraid that Tang Ying wouldn't take the bait.

Tang Ying sighed softly to herself, then smiled slightly and said, "...If you really want to

go You're such a child, always acting like I'm controlling you too much. A seven-day trip isn't long, so I'll give you a break, little monkey." Tang

Ying felt guilty for not being able to accompany him, so letting him go to Australia was her way of making up for it.

Zhang Ziwen was secretly delighted; he had figured out Tang Ying's kindness. This beautiful sister Ying's personality was really similar to Xiao Shu's

. Zhang Ziwen compared the two beauties in his mind. The more he compared them, the more alike they seemed, like sisters—equally

gentle, equally elegant, intelligent and kind, both considerate of others, and they even had one thing in common: both

beauties shared the surname Tang.

At New York Airport, Zhang Ziwen hadn't even settled into his seat when two middle-aged

American Judging from their imposing presence, Zhang Ziwen knew they were

CIA agents who were there to meet him. These two agents had the same sharp eyes as him; they looked like

seasoned veterans.

Zhang Ziwen was escorted off the plane by two agents. He got into a black Cadillac, which drove directly to

Fifth Avenue in New York City. He followed the agents into a commercial building, took the elevator straight up, and soon

they were on the rooftop. A helicopter was already in operation on the rooftop helipad; the strong

airflow made their ties flutter in the wind, prompting Zhang Ziwen to mutter to himself, "I should have worn casual clothes

."

The engine roared, and the helicopter slowly took off, flying towards Washington. Within a few hours,

Zhang Ziwen could see a vast complex of buildings below, the parking lot filled with cars.

Below was the CIA headquarters, the world's largest intelligence center. Above this, only CIA-affiliated aircraft could be seen...

Within a no-fly zone, the helicopter was already locked on by radar at a distance of 100 kilometers.

Only after the pilot announced the aircraft's number was Zhang Ziwen's helicopter allowed to enter Lanlei's area.

The helicopter slowly landed on the rooftop helipad. As soon as Zhang Ziwen stepped out of the cabin, he saw Chen Yan coming to greet him.

Zhang Ziwen smiled, and the two childhood friends embraced again. Although Zhang Ziwen was a little unaccustomed to this kind of

etiquette , he would give his friends his utmost enthusiasm.

The CIA's territory was large enough, so fortunately, Zhang Ziwen didn't have to waste time taking any shuttle buses. The CIA document he needed to see

was in the building right below. Chen Yan led him directly into the elevator, and they descended. Zhang Ziwen

silently calculated the elevator's speed in his mind. The building seemed to only have six floors, so they should have arrived long ago, but

the elevator didn't seem to be stopping, continuing to slowly descend. Zhang Ziwen glanced at Chen Yan, but he was too lazy to ask.

Needless to say, it was probably underground. There were quite a few such secret facilities in the country; he had been to many such places,

sometimes even conducting advanced weapons tests underground.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Zhang Ziwen was still stunned by the sight before him. It was enormous; the only word

to describe it was "enormous." It could easily accommodate several Boeing 747s. The building seemed hollowed out, and the ceiling

appeared to be over 100 meters above him. He could hear muffled thuds, which he identified as small explosions and

gunshots . Flashes of light occasionally emanated from partitioned rooms in the open space, reminiscent of scenes from James Bond movies.

Needless to say, this was a testing ground for special agents' weapons.

Chen Yan led him directly through the spacious underground area and into a heavy iron door. Inside was a corridor

with thick reinforced concrete walls and streetlights, making the entire corridor as bright as day.

After turning several corners in the passage, there was another acrylic door. Next to the door was a small screen with

an electronic device that kept flashing red dots. Chen Yan brought his eyes close to the peephole of the electronic device, and the pupil recognition turned on. The green light lit up

, and with a soft "click," the acrylic door slowly opened. Chen Yan turned his head

and smiled apologetically , implying that things were really this complicated. Zhang Ziwen didn't mind; it would be strange if the world's largest intelligence headquarters

didn't have these facilities.

Upon entering, Zhang Ziwen noticed a large screen on the right, its graphics constantly changing.

A row of sophisticated electronic instruments stood before the screen, and several staff members in white coats were working diligently. The sound of

the door Zhang Ziwen glanced at the screen—a satellite image. Looking

at the mountains, the image from the spy satellite indicated Afghanistan. During his time in the military, Zhang Ziwen had carried out

a mission to snipe the leader of the East Turkestan Islamic Movement and had specifically studied the terrain of Afghanistan, also using satellite images.

Therefore, he was quite familiar with the shapes of the mountains and rivers there. The image looked very familiar, except that the East Turkestan leader hiding in

Afghanistan had moved to a base in Syria. Zhang Ziwen's final mission was

to deliver the final blow in the Sahara Desert of Syria.

Chen Yan, seeing Zhang Ziwen staring at the large screen, chuckled and said, "Familiar, isn't it? Hehe, maybe you'll

even have a chance to visit that place

. East Turkistan is now closely allied with Al-Qaeda. Maybe the Chinese government has taken a liking to you and gives you a temporary mission to raid East Turkistan's stronghold, letting you put your remaining energy to use. You could go." Chen

Yan knew Zhang Ziwen well; once this guy looked at these professional images, he was definitely reminded of the past.

Zhang Ziwen glared at him, annoyed, but secretly thrilled. He really wanted to go; it would be incredibly exciting.

Unfortunately he knew he had a criminal record, having made mistakes in the military. Besides

, there were plenty of elite special forces in China; it wouldn't be his turn to experience this. He could only keep it to himself.

Seeing his silence, Chen Yan chuckled and said, "Let's go. The boss is waiting for you. The plan is all

set . You'll have a lot to do in Japan, hehe." With that, he led Zhang Ziwen towards a

small door inside.

Knock on the door, and before anyone could speak, Chen Yan opened it. Inside was

a large, ordinary office. Dozens of maps hung on the walls, along with photos of varying sizes haphazardly pasted on them.

The photos mostly featured portraits of what appeared to be terrorists being pursued by the United States… The desk was also ordinary and somewhat messy, with two computers and several telephones on it. A woman , nearly 60 years old, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and

with a full head of silver hair, sat in an office chair, looking rather wealthy. She was intently looking at the computer. When she saw Chen Yan leading Zhang Ziwen into the room, she smiled kindly at Zhang Ziwen as a greeting, then waved to Chen Yan, signaling them to come over. She seemed busy, perhaps having discovered something in the computer files. Zhang Ziwen was a little curious, so she leaned closer to take a look. * , the computer screen showed Chinese Mahjong, and it was her turn to play. Zhang Ziwen "Boss, you're ready to win! A pure suit of bamboo tiles with pairs." Chen Yan saw that she had a good hand and only needed to play one tile to complete her hand, and reminded her. "Oh... ready to win? Is this the tile?" The old woman's face lit up; judging from her excitement, she must have lost badly earlier. Following Chen Yan's instructions, the old woman clicked the mouse, and within a round, she won big, her score soaring. The old woman was full of pride and satisfaction: "008, Chinese Mahjong is really interesting. I 've found that after playing for a few days, my mind is much clearer. It's amazing! I wonder who invented this Mahjong game, it's incredible." 008 was Chen Yan's code name. CIA agents generally didn't use their names; code names were simpler and clearer. "Hehe... There are many interesting things in China. I'll teach you others another time, like Go and Chinese chess . These are the quintessence of Chinese culture, profound and infinitely mysterious." It turns out Chen Yan taught her mahjong, using it to cultivate relationships. She's got skill, Zhang Ziwen thought admiringly. A newbie like her, it's impossible not to get addicted . No wonder this old woman plays it at work; is she a secret service chief? Really? Hearing him call was a little incredulous. "By the way, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Zhang Ziwen, who agreed to cooperate with us." Chen Yan introduced her with a smile , then smiled at Zhang Ziwen, "This is Ms. Catherine, the CIA's Director of Asian Affairs." "Hello, Zhang Ziwen," Zhang Ziwen greeted her in English. She really was the boss.

“Oh… Mr. Zhang Ziwen, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Catherine stood up, smiled, glanced

at , and then shook his hand.

Next door was a small, simply furnished meeting room. This was the office and meeting place of the head of the Asian branch?

Zhang Ziwen found it a bit far-fetched, but he didn’t know that VIA’s offices all looked quite ordinary; the European and

Middle Eastern departments were even more chaotic. Her office was considered one of the more refined among the CIA’s top leaders.

These spy chiefs seemed to neglect their offices, yet this seemingly ordinary office

controlled the world’s largest intelligence network. The office itself was ordinary, but the equipment was anything but. For example, the

seemingly ordinary telephone on the desk was a state-of-the-art satellite phone, capable of making calls to any corner of the globe at any time,

and there was also a presidential hotline. In the event of a major incident in any region, one can immediately speak directly with the president. Even the seemingly

dirty walls are made of special materials, blocking cell phone signals and producing

blank images even with photographic equipment. The security measures are extremely tight. If one wants to know where in the world a missile is being tested or

where riots are occurring, one can simply step out of the office and see the images transmitted back by spy satellites, with millimeter-level

clarity . There are staff there monitoring every corner of the world 24 hours a day.

Zhang Ziwen knew a little about the intricacies of American spy satellites; during his intelligence gathering training,

his instructors specifically discussed the methods the US used to spy on China. American tandem spy satellites fly over China every 10 minutes.

If any anomalies are detected, they immediately dispatch Blackbird or U-2 reconnaissance aircraft stationed at military bases in Japan to investigate.

Mainland China is constantly under close American surveillance. He understood that the US was the most threatening country to China,

but he never expected that he would be temporarily cooperating with the US CIA.

Zhang Ziwen knew this was a mutually beneficial arrangement, and that they were doing something shady. He wasn't bound by many

rules ; he had only one thought in mind: ensuring Tang Ying's safety. As long as they could take down the Japanese Black Army's stronghold,

cooperating with the CIA wasn't a bad thing. Besides, Chen Yan had promised

to provide intelligence on several secret East Turkestan bases to the country after the mission was accomplished. Counter-terrorism, rescuing the Americans, and obtaining intelligence—a triple win. He wouldn't do anything foolish.

He took the coffee Catherine had prepared for him, took a small sip—it tasted good—and then pulled out a cigarette from his pocket

, asking, "Is it okay?" When he received a yes, Zhang Ziwen lit the cigarette,

indulging in his nicotine habit as if no one else was around. This was a habit he'd picked up after returning to civilian life from the army. Smoking helped him relax and

was also a small way to conceal his true feelings. Through the thin smoke, he noticed the older woman was scrutinizing

him. Zhang Ziwen's eyes met hers, and a look of acceptance appeared in his eyes. He waited for Catherine to make her move.

Catherine smiled, intrigued by the young man. "Mr. Zhang, I heard from 008 that you've

agreed participate in this secret operation in Japan. I'd like to confirm again, are you sure?" As expected of

the Director of Asian Affairs, she spoke fluent Chinese.

Zhang Ziwen nodded and said, "I've decided. I can inform you of the entire plan's implementation."

Catherine was satisfied with his answer. "Thank you very much for your participation. On behalf of the CIA, I express my gratitude.

I'll inform you of the plan later. I'd like to remind you of some points to note." Catherine stared into his eyes as she spoke.

Zhang Ziwen returned her gaze, signaling her to continue. He could sense that the older woman before him

was no ordinary person; her eyes behind her glasses were sharp, seemingly able to see right through a person.

"I think you already understand the dangers of this secret operation. I want to remind you that the CIA generally

considers the consequences of failure first. If things fail, I don't want this matter to be linked to the US government. Do you

understand what I mean?" Catherine's words were tactful, but her meaning was clear.

"*, so what if you deny responsibility after the ship capsizes? You've done plenty of things like that, do you think I'm a newbie?"

Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself. He already knew the CIA had this trick up their sleeve, so he smiled and said, "I understand perfectly well. This is

an individual's doing, and it has nothing to do with any government. I'm just a mercenary; I help whoever pays me. I have

too many employers; who can remember who they are?" Zhang Ziwen had even prepared a story to help her solve the problem. Failure? He

would never allow failure to happen to him; failure only had one outcome. Over 100 pounds were left there, according to

the special forces' operational code: Never surrender, even if it means death.

Catherine smiled. It was pleasant to cooperate with this kind of person; she didn't have to put in much effort. 008 was right; this person's

combat skills were extremely high. People who hadn't done special missions didn't have this kind of calm and collected demeanor, and his adaptability was extremely strong,

which could be analyzed from his words. This veteran spy had seen countless people; she believed she wouldn't misjudge him.

From various intelligence channels, and from his answers, she could sense... There were no lingering problems, but his

tone hinted at a demand for hush money. Catherine was secretly pleased; money could clean up any potential issues. Even if

he didn't ask, the payment would still be made. His offer was exactly what she wanted.

"Very good, Mr. Zhang, you're very straightforward. It seems you've already made your plans. I won't waste any more words. I can

tell you the reward for a successful operation: $1 million. What do you think, Mr. Zhang?" Catherine stated her

price. Dealing with money could save a lot of trouble; it was a common tactic used by the CIA. The killing of

Saddam Hussein with tens of millions of dollars—a tried-and-true method.

"A million dollars, that's quite a lot, but I don't intend to take it." Zhang Ziwen was surprised when she suddenly

mentioned dollars. He hadn't expected any payment, but since there was such a benefit, he might as well make it more substantial. He hadn't

forgotten another matter Chen Yan had mentioned, and besides, with his current wealth, this amount was nothing.

Catherine paused, thinking he thought the amount was too low, and asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you feel the reward isn't enough? This is

negotiable."

"Hehe, the reward is already high enough, but what I want isn't the money; I want something else."

Zhang Ziwen stared at her, trying to get something tangible from this old shark.

"Something else? Mr. Zhang, please state your requirements, and I'll see if I can provide them."

Catherine was a little confused about Zhang Ziwen's intentions.

"It's simple. I need intelligence related to the East Turkistan organization. This seems to be the kind of

intelligence you've been wanting to exchange with our government, doesn't it?" Zhang Ziwen smiled at her, directly stating his request.

Catherine didn't understand why he wanted East Turkistan intelligence. She hesitated, wondering if exchanging intelligence with Chinese intelligence agencies...

The exchange of intelligence has certain limitations. Besides the covert support from its own government, the East Turkistan organization also receives protection from some European

countries . A single misstep could have serious repercussions. If it weren't for the fact that East Turkistan, in collusion with the Black Army and Al-Qaeda, carried out

a series of bombings, the US government wouldn't have planned to exchange intelligence. The intelligence they are preparing to exchange this time is about

secret . In fact, exchanging intelligence is also a way of using someone else to do their dirty work, letting the Chinese government deal with East Turkistan. Since the East Turkistan headquarters in Europe

cannot be touched, they can target some peripheral organizations and obtain some insignificant intelligence. This can also be seen as a gesture of goodwill to the P5+1 organization and

increase their bargaining power in Central Asia.

"What? Is there a problem?" Zhang Ziwen noticed Catherine's hesitation and asked slowly.

He had always been skeptical about the CIA's intelligence exchange with East Turkestan. He knew a little about the forces behind East Turkestan;

the US had done this many times before—maintaining strategic balance, using radical organizations to contain certain countries, and occasionally

creating divisive rhetoric. The US government was a master of this. Although they were talking about intelligence exchange,

there was always the possibility of changing their minds. Zhang Ziwen didn't trust them. His idea was simple: he hoped to

exchange his military status. Returning to the military was impossible; his discharge from the military had already been reported to the entire North Sea Fleet. He just wanted to

erase the stain on his record—that was his wish. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot and blackmail her now.

"...There is a problem...but...can you tell me why you want the East Turkestan intelligence?" If Catherine

didn't know he had been purged from the military and was being treated as an arms dealer by the National Security Bureau, and that he was now

a businessman , she would have suspected him of being a spy.

“I think you know my background well. You should have my information here. Actually, it’s not complicated. I want to

use this intelligence to restore my reputation, and this reputation is very important to me.” Zhang Ziwen stared at her. He

was telling the truth. Being discharged from the military was the greatest disgrace of his life. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so depressed for so

long after returning to civilian life. This disgrace to his reputation was like a huge stone weighing on his heart,

a knot deep in his soul.

“Is your reputation that important to you?” Catherine understood what he meant, but she didn’t quite understand. He

had already been discharged from the military and was now doing well as a businessman. What use would it be if his reputation were restored?

“That’s right. As a former soldier, reputation is very important. Being discharged from the military was a disgrace to me. Now

that this association is here to restore my reputation, I hope you can help me realize this wish.” Zhang Ziwen looked at her, his

expression serious.

“I need to think about this matter. Can we talk about it again after you return from Japan?”

Catherine didn’t dare to agree rashly.

"Hehe, I don't think I need to consider it. It's about exchanging intelligence anyway. I just want to get it first

and then curry favor with my government. If you think this is difficult, then I'll also think going to Japan is

difficult. Risking my life like that isn't necessary. I'm better off doing some small business in China." Zhang Ziwen chuckled

, clearly trying to blackmail him. If he didn't give him the intelligence, the trip to Japan would be canceled.

Chen Yan glanced at Zhang Ziwen, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something. But he held back. Not going?

He absolutely didn't believe it. Chen Yan knew very well that this guy wanted to provoke him. Besides, his main reason for going was for

his wife ; it would be strange if he didn't go. Chen Yan knew Zhang Ziwen's nature, but his boss didn't. Chen Yan hadn't exposed

him; he owed him a favor. Besides, it didn't violate any principles, so he let Zhang Ziwen blackmail his boss.

"I'd like to add something. If we can't cooperate on this, let's part ways amicably. If you want to keep

any secrets, feel free to send someone to kill me. Heh, a dead man is the best way to keep secrets, right? Heh,

I'll take that." Zhang Ziwen said this with a forced smile. He knew what the consequences would be. He wasn't afraid. He was willing to risk

everything. Once he was on this pirate ship, he had no intention of getting off.

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