[Urban] Infiltration V2.0 (Complete) - 10-12

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Chapter 51

Hua Jianxiong took out a cigarette from the pack, lit it slowly, and took two deep drags. As he slowly exhaled smoke rings, he pondered to himself; Kitajima Shizuka was a well-trained intelligence agent. He had to use every means possible, giving her no chance to breathe, completely crushing her nerves, to get what he needed from her.

Thinking this, he winked at Wu Sibao. The thugs immediately understood, and under Wu Sibao's command, they lifted the buckets of cold water that had been prepared by the wall and poured them over Kitajima Shizuka, who was unconscious on the tiger bench. Two buckets of cold water were enough to slowly revive her. The

tormented Kitajima Shizuka was limp, her head bowed, her long, wet hair matted and draped over her forehead, making her look exceptionally pitiful. Hua Jianxiong gestured to Wu Sibao to remove the bricks from under the woman's feet, then walked to her and lifted her pointed chin with one finger.

Kitajima Shizuka struggled to lift her eyelids and saw a smiling man's face before her. She felt the bricks beneath her feet being chipped away, the excruciating pain gradually replaced by an overwhelming numbness. A vague thought stirred within her, her beautiful lips twitched slightly, and large tears streamed down her face.

Hua Jianxiong silently observed the woman's changing expression. He knew what she was thinking, and he knew she had misunderstood. The unbearable torture had clouded her mind.

This was exactly the effect he wanted. He wanted to ignite hope in this small woman time and time again, only to extinguish it each time, until she finally broke down completely and obediently handed over what he needed. He knew clearly that the time wasn't right yet.

A thick cloud of smoke billowed onto Kitajima Shizuka's pale face. Caught off guard, the woman coughed violently, her eyelids drooping wearily again, leaving behind a deep despair.

Hua Jianxiong nodded, released her chin, and with a cold expression, ordered Wu Sibao and the others to loosen the ropes and belts binding Bei Daojing, drag her off the torture bench, and place her under a large rack. They bound her hands and feet with thick hemp rope, threading it through the iron rings on the rack. The men hurriedly hung the poor woman naked, spread-eagled, on the rack.

Hua Jianxiong snapped on the main light; under the blinding light, Bei Daojing, limbs outstretched, hung naked from the rack. The numerous wounds on her naked body, her rounded breasts, the faint pubic hair, and her swollen, red vulva exposed by her legs being forcefully spread apart, gave her a cruel beauty.

Hua Jianxiong gestured to Wu Sibao and his men to push the dark, stun gun, which had been lying against the wall, to the rack with a loud rumble. He stepped forward, grabbed Kitajima Shizuka's chin, and lifted her pale, paper-white face. "How does it feel? Much better now? Can you tell me who ordered you to do this?"

Kitajima Shizuka's eyelids twitched, immediately squinting from the bright light. Her gaze lingered on Hua Jianxiong for a moment, then quickly swept over Wu Sibao and the others, and the terrifying stun gun, her eyes filled with bewilderment. Hua Jianxiong

, a seasoned interrogator, knew what she was thinking. He could see that this woman, rigorously trained in espionage, was gradually losing herself in the confusing situation before her. What he needed to do now was to deprive her of her last remaining ability to think and judge.

Without giving Kitajima Shizuka time to think, Hua Jianxiong waved his hand, and Wu Sibao grabbed the largest alligator clip from the stun gun, waving it exaggeratedly as he walked up to Kitajima Shizuka. He stretched out a large, hairy hand, grasped one of Kitajima Shizuka's perky breasts, and lewdly squeezed it twice. Then, he spread his two thick fingers and pinched the bright red nipple hard.

His rough fingers pinched the tender nipple, rubbing it roughly a few times before releasing it. The small nipple gradually hardened. Wu Sibao grinned lewdly and raised the alligator clip with the wire attached to his other hand, clamping it heavily onto Kitajima Shizuka's erect nipple.

"Ugh…" Kitajima Shizuka groaned in pain as the sharp teeth of the alligator clip bit down hard on her tender nipple, a piercing pain spreading across her chest.

Wu Sibao ignored Kitajima Shizuka's painful groans, reaching for her other breast and doing the same, rubbing the limp nipple until it stood erect. Then he grabbed another alligator clip and clamped it down hard.

Two vicious alligator clamps clamped down on her tender nipples, the heavy iron clamps and the trailing black wires making Kitajima Shizuka's delicate breasts feel as if they were about to be torn apart. Kitajima Shizuka's mind was perfectly clear; she knew exactly what terrible torture awaited her.

She felt like her brain wasn't working properly; she couldn't understand what was happening. She was terrified, but she didn't struggle, nor did she have the strength to struggle. Like a dazed person, she ignored Wu Sibao's vicious interrogation, only tears of humiliation streaming down her face. Kitajima Shizuka's head drooped limply, her beautiful hair obscuring her face, a look of resignation on her face.

Hua Jianxiong gestured to Wu Sibao, who reached out and snapped on the power to the stun gun. The dark machine hummed, and colorful lights flashed in turn, instantly enveloping the entire interrogation room in an atmosphere of terror. Wu Sibao stared at Kitajima Shizuka on the rack, then turned a knob sharply. The machine's buzzing sound intensified, and the current was switched on.

A powerful electric current instantly surged from the alligator clamps through Kitajima Shizuka's nipples and spread throughout her body. Her naked, white body, suspended in mid-air, tensed like a puppet on strings, her muscles trembling and contorting into hard lumps. At first, she desperately bit her lip to stifle her cries. But within seconds, her lips trembled uncontrollably, and she groaned incessantly, "Ouch, ouch."

Although Kitajima Shizuka's limbs were tightly bound by thick, stiff ropes, they twitched desperately with her trembling body, causing the large rack to creak and groan, her screams growing increasingly piercing. Her breasts, gripped tightly by the hard alligator clamps, trembled violently under the electric current. Suddenly, she kicked her legs violently, her head snapped back, and her eyelids rolled back.

Seeing this, Wu Sibao quickly turned the knob on the stun gun back. The white flesh on the rack seemed to have its bones suddenly ripped out, collapsing instantly. Kitajima Shizuka slumped her head limply, letting out a long breath. But before she could catch her breath, Wu Sibao had already turned the knob back up.

"Ouch!" A scream rang out as Kitajima Shizuka felt as if countless steel needles were piercing her body simultaneously, the intense pain making her feel like she was dying. Her eyes were wide open, but unfocused.

The knob in Wu Sibao's hand continued to turn up and down. Kitajima Shizuka's vision blurred, stars flashed, a chaotic jumble of colors. The muscles in every part of her body were spasming horribly, her mouth agape as she gasped for breath, but it seemed she couldn't make a sound.

Suddenly, her fair body stiffened abruptly, arching backward with a thud. At the same time, after a long, piercing gasp, a sharp, long scream finally escaped her throat. "Ah...ya...ah..." As her naked body, suspended from the rack, writhed wildly, the alligator clamps gripping her nipples swayed back and forth across Kitajima Shizuka's chest, occasionally emitting pale blue sparks and crackling, terrifying electrical noises.

Kitajima Shizuka's desperate screams rose and fell with the rhythm of the current, filling the entire interrogation room. Her naked body writhed like a puppet, sometimes arching back, sometimes curling up, drenched in sweat.

Wu Sibao's hands, gripping the knob, were also sweating, making the knob slippery. He knew this woman had reached her physical limit; continuing would likely cause serious injury. He glanced at Hua Jianxiong and quickly turned the current knob all the way down.

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Kitajima Shizuka's body went limp again, hanging motionless from the rack like a lifeless piece of white flesh. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her limp head like a waterfall, obscuring her pale face and part of her snow-white breasts.

The two jet-black alligator clips, like two hungry little beasts growing from a snow-white chest covered in bruises, hung precariously from the bulging flesh, their metallic sheen gleaming under the glaring light, appearing utterly cruel and bizarre.

Hua Jianxiong slowly walked to the rack, reached out and lifted Beidao Jing's chin, looking at her pale face, trembling lips, and half-closed eyes, before gently tugging at the cold alligator clips.

The woman shuddered, her chest heaving violently, and gasped for breath, her bloodless lips moving as she uttered a few indistinct words: "Spare me... please..." Hua Jianxiong snorted, actually grabbed one of the alligator clips, and squeezed it off forcefully. The woman slowly exhaled, her eyelids fluttering slightly, and her muscles gradually relaxed.

Hua Jianxiong released her chin and reached out to grasp the breast that had just been freed. Although her breasts had been completely deformed by the heavy alligator clamps, they immediately returned to their original firm pear shape as soon as they were released. However, the tender nipples, squeezed flat and wavy by the powerful jaws of the clamps, couldn't immediately return to their original shape or retract.

Hua Jianxiong held the woman's firm breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading them a few times. He was toying with Kitajima Shizuka's patience like a cat toying with a mouse. He knew she was waiting for him to remove the other clamp.

Squeezing the warm, soft flesh, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly; such delicate things trapped in those cold, hard iron clamps must be quite uncomfortable! This Japanese woman must be eagerly waiting to have this annoying iron thing removed!

He sneered inwardly, and with a forceful push of his right hand, the alligator clamps opened their massive, steel-toothed jaws, swaying as they were raised to Kitajima Shizuka's chest. At the same time, he slammed his left hand down, turning the rounded breast into a meat pie in his grasp. He then snapped his hands together, and the cold alligator clamps snapped shut like a menacing beast, their vicious fangs biting down on the soft breast.

Kitajima Shizuka cried out in alarm, her eyes wide with terror as she looked pitifully at Hua Jianxiong, her thin lips trembling slightly.

Hua Jianxiong chuckled at her, reached for the other alligator clamp, and with a forceful squeeze, removed it. Simultaneously, his other hand reached down, tracing a path down the woman's flat stomach, and ruthlessly dug into her slippery, fleshy opening.

"No… ah… please… spare me… no… ah… ya…" The woman realized what his next move was, her pitiful pleas assaulting the eardrums of everyone present. But no one showed her any pity. Wu Sibao and his men, instead, surrounded her, watching Hua Jianxiong's actions with great interest.

Hua Jianxiong squatted down and roughly pried open the soft, sagging labia with two fingers, revealing the pink walls of the opening clearly under the bright light. Thick, sticky fluid clung to the wrinkled walls, and viscous semen gushed from the tight opening.

Hua Jianxiong glanced back at Wu Sibao standing behind him; Wu Sibao and his men all tensed up, not daring to utter a sound.

In his embarrassment, Wu Sibao seemed to suddenly remember something. He strode forward, grabbed Bei Daojing's disheveled hair with his large hands, and forcefully pressed her head down, shouting, "Open your eyes! You bitch… open your eyes and look closely! You're so stubborn! You'll see!"

Bei Daojing stared wide-eyed, terrified, at Hua Jianxiong's hands. Hua Jianxiong inserted two fingers into the slippery crevice of her flesh, forcefully spreading them apart, instantly revealing a wet, fleshy opening between her legs. His other hand, holding a crocodile clamp, had already opened its jaws wide, slowly approaching the woman's open crotch.

The clamp's wide-open jaws accurately pierced the soft, wet opening. Kitajima Shizuka was terrified, desperately twisting her naked body and screaming incessantly, "No...no...stop...I'll tell...I'll tell you everything...no..."

Hua Jianxiong seemed completely oblivious to the woman's cries, plunging the crocodile clamp's cold steel teeth all the way in, slowly releasing his grip as he withdrew his fingers from the opening. The ugly steel teeth gripped the woman's most secret, softest, and most vulnerable part. Kitajima Shizuka wept bitterly, her face streaked with tears, in unbearable agony.

Amidst Kitajima Shizuka's desperate pleas, Hua Jianxiong slowly straightened up, rinsed his sticky fingers in a bucket of water, returned to the rack, and personally pressed the terrifying button on the stun gun.

He looked up at the tearful Kitajima Shizuka and said viciously, "This is your punishment for not cooperating with us!" With that, he slowly turned the button.

"Ouch...it hurts...ah..." Naked and suspended in mid-air, Kitajima Shizuka suddenly sprang to her feet, her limbs stretching outwards desperately, her two small, white hands clenching into fists, her slender legs first straightening, then digging inwards. Her flat, white belly trembled rapidly, and her right breast

, flattened by the alligator clips, jerked wildly. Most terrifyingly, the alligator clips gripping her vulva vibrated rhythmically with the terrifying buzzing of the stun gun. The tender, fleshy lips encased in the steel jaws seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, sometimes standing erect, sometimes collapsing limply.

Kitajima Shizuka felt her body being brutally cleaved between her legs. She writhed in agony, her naked body emitting hoarse screams. Waves of intense electricity swept through her body; even the nipple of her breast, which had been flattened by the clamping, rapidly swelled and hardened under the stimulation.

Hua Jianxiong, seemingly unsatisfied, continued to turn the knob upwards. Kitajima Shizuka's limbs stiffened, her naked body arched backwards like a bow, trembling like a sieve, her head thrown back desperately, her disheveled hair swinging wildly from side to side.

Suddenly, the woman's clenched fists froze in place. Immediately afterward, Hua Jianxiong clearly heard the dripping sound of water from the ground. Turning his head, he saw a trickle of water forming a line, flowing and splashing across the floor beneath the torture rack, emitting a faint, fishy odor.

He looked up and followed the trail; beneath Kitajima Shizuka's wide-open crotch, a yellowish liquid, faintly warm, meandered from the blood-red opening of the alligator clamp, dripping down the iron handle. Hua

Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat: this Japanese woman has urinated, lost control of her bladder; it seems the time is almost right. Thinking this, he quickly shut off the power. Looking at Kitajima Shizuka again, she hung there motionless, barely breathing, completely unconscious.

The interrogation room fell silent, broken only by the low hum of the machine and the dripping of water, striking a chord in everyone's hearts.

Hua Jianxiong turned his head and saw Wu Sibao and the others staring wide-eyed, dumbfounded at the naked, exposed lower body of the woman. He coughed softly, and Wu Sibao was the first to react. He rubbed his hands together and leaned closer to Hua Jianxiong, asking, "Sir, this woman might not be able to hold on much longer. Should I go get a doctor?" He reached for the alligator clip inserted under Beidao Jing's crotch, about to remove it.

Hua Jianxiong stopped him. Thinking it was getting late and he needed to get down to business, he glanced at his watch, as if suddenly remembering something. He looked up at Wu Sibao and said, "Brothers, haven't you had dinner yet? It's getting dark, you've all worked hard! Come on, it's my treat, let's find a place to eat."

Seeing that Hua Jianxiong, though verbally agreeing, showed no intention of moving, Wu Sibao immediately said tactfully, "No need, no need. Sir, you're busy with official duties, how could I trouble you?" He then gave a wink to his men, hastily packed his things, and left the interrogation room with his men.

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As Wu Sibao and the others left in a noisy commotion, the interrogation room suddenly became eerily quiet. Only the faint sound of dripping water and Bei Daojing's delicate moans, hanging from the rack, echoed in the empty space.

Hua Jianxiong quietly finished his cigarette, the butt dangling from his lips. One hand instinctively slipped into his pocket, clutching the cold metal badge. His back teeth clenched, the muscles in his cheeks twitching.

His teeth flattened the cigarette butt.

Kitajima Shizuka, naked and limbs spread wide, hung motionless from the rack, her head bowed.

Hua Jianxiong slowly walked up, standing before her body, its white skin still glistening despite the numerous wounds.

Beneath her spread thighs, the wet pubic hair was clearly visible, and a single, glistening droplet clung to her soft labia. The base of her white thighs still gleamed with a damp sheen. A black alligator clamp was brutally inserted into her red, raw opening, making the whole scene seem cruel and unreal.

The thought that this vibrant young woman would soon become a lifeless piece of white flesh hanging there made his heart clench.

Hua Jianxiong roughly ran his fingers through his hair, unsure why he had suddenly felt this inexplicable emotion. Time was of the essence; he had to act.

He spat out his cigarette butt and crushed it under his foot. Stepping forward, he removed the alligator clip from Kitajima Shizuka's breast, then grabbed her hair and pulled her head, which was drooping low, up. With a "puff," Hua Jianxiong exhaled a cloud of smoke onto Kitajima Shizuka's pale face, her eyes tightly closed.

Kitajima Shizuka's thin nostrils twitched slightly. Suddenly, her chest heaved, and she coughed violently.

Then, she struggled to lift her heavy eyelids.

Hua Jianxiong remained silent, reaching his hand under the woman's open crotch, grasping the handle of the alligator clip, and slowly pulling it out. He then threw the clip on the ground and began to slowly rub two fingers along the swollen, red flesh between the woman's legs.

Kitajima Shizuka hissed, as if realizing that only she and Hua Jianxiong were in the room. She sniffled and began to sob softly.

Hua Jianxiong remained silent, only staring at her twitching face, relentlessly rubbing her crotch.

Kitajima Shizuka finally couldn't take it anymore. She struggled to lift her swollen eyelids, looking weakly into Hua Jianxiong's eyes, pleading, "I've told you everything I know, the whole story, the whole situation. Please, let me go." A surge of anger rose in Hua Jianxiong's chest: "Damn it, do you think I'm a fool? Did you say everything your superiors told you to say? Your mission is complete, and you want to get away unscathed? You're dreaming!

" He sneered, staring into Kitajima Shizuka's eyes, "You're hoping the Military Police Headquarters will suddenly appear here, aren't you?" Hearing this, Kitajima Shizuka's eyes widened suddenly, her mouth agape, unable to speak. After a long pause, she cautiously probed, her eyes filled with suspicion, "You...you are..." Hua Jianxiong chuckled, releasing his grip on her flowing hair and instead grasping Kitajima Shizuka's soft, bluish-purple breasts, kneading them forcefully. "What, getting impatient?" he said. Seeing Kitajima Shizuka's shifting, bewildered gaze, he suddenly hardened his expression. "Who I am isn't important, but I need to know who you are." He pinched Kitajima Shizuka's purplish-red, deformed nipple with his fingers.

"What exactly do you want me to say?" Kitajima Shizuka's gaze froze, turning her head away to avoid Hua Jianxiong's piercing stare. Hua Jianxiong saw Kitajima Shizuka's wavering. He needed to completely shatter this Japanese woman's psychological defenses, to make her reveal the truth herself. Only then could he obtain what he needed.

Hua Jianxiong turned and picked up a red-hot branding iron, walking to the rack. He pinched the woman's erect nipple and lifted it, bringing the scorching hot iron close to her scarred and delicate breast: "You know what I want you to say! Stop playing dumb with me..." The red-hot iron was already close to his eyes, the fine hairs on her delicate breast curling up from the heat. Kitajima Shizuka struggled in terror, but it was all in vain. She shook her head desperately, saying, "I told you, I told you everything I know. My name is He Xiaoyue, a special agent from Chongqing, Professor Pei's subordinate..." Hua Jianxiong sneered and pressed the dark red iron hard against Kitajima Shizuka's left breast, which was suspended in the air. With a "sizzle," a burnt smell accompanied by white smoke filled the air.

"Agh..." Kitajima Shizuka screamed in agony.

Hua Jianxiong showed no mercy, slowly pressing down on the iron, feeling the elasticity of her breast through the handle. As Kitajima Shizuka's screams weakened, Hua Jianxiong released the branding iron. A charred triangular mark appeared on Kitajima Shizuka's already bruised breasts, even the purplish-red areolas were now incomplete. Looking at

the panting Kitajima Shizuka, Hua Jianxiong asked mockingly, "How is it? Remembered anything?

" Kitajima Shizuka's delicate face was contorted, but she continued to shake her head, pleading weakly, "Sir, I really confessed everything, please spare me..." Hua Jianxiong snorted softly, raised his hand, and pressed the still-hot branding iron against Kitajima Shizuka's right rib. "Ah...ya..." Kitajima Shizuka's hoarse scream rang out again.

Hua Jianxiong lifted Kitajima Shizuka's head again, viciously demanding, "Well, will you tell the truth or not?" Seeing Kitajima Shizuka biting her lip and remaining silent, he threw the cooled branding iron on the ground, replaced it with a red-hot one, and angrily pressed the dark red tip against the woman's delicate inner thigh. Kitajima Shizuka convulsed and screamed incessantly, but wouldn't confess anything.

Hua Jianxiong repeatedly swallowed the words "Kitajima Shizuka" that were already on his throat, frantically branding the naked woman suspended in mid-air with the red-hot iron again and again. Soon, Kitajima Shizuka's breasts, lower abdomen, thighs, and buttocks were covered with charred, dark red brand marks revealing raw flesh. The interrogation room was filled with the foul smell of burning flesh. Kitajima Shizuka repeatedly fainted, only to be awakened again by the burning heat of the branding iron. But she remained clenched her teeth, refusing to divulge anything.

Hua Jianxiong frowned, inwardly sighing, "This little bitch is really something else, she won't learn her lesson until she's faced with death!" He casually picked up another branding iron and slowly approached the armpit of Kitajima Shizuka's stretched-out right arm.

The red-hot tip of the iron emitted a terrifyingly scorching flame, inching closer and closer to the woman's exposed armpit.

The few sparse armpit hairs curled rapidly under the heat, turning into wisps of smoke in the blink of an eye, emitting a foul, burnt smell. Before the branding iron even touched the skin, the tender tuft of hair in the woman's delicate armpit was completely swept away, leaving it bald.

Kitajima Shizuka gritted her teeth, her chapped lips bleeding. She trembled uncontrollably, feeling a needle-like stinging pain in her armpit, along with boundless confusion and despair. She didn't know where things had gone wrong, but things certainly shouldn't be like this. She couldn't understand what this beast-like man in front of her wanted to do. She had said everything she needed to say, done everything she needed to do, what more did he want her to say? Could it be…?

Before she could think further, Hua Jianxiong gritted his teeth, thrusting the branding iron forward. With a "squeak…," it seared into the woman's open armpit. A pungent smell of burning flesh filled the air. A strong sense of defeat churned fiercely within Hua Jianxiong.

"Beijing Shizuka, you tried to act all high and mighty!" Hua Jianxiong spat through gritted teeth at the woman hanging on the rack, writhing in agony.The woman, hanging sprawled on the rack like a dead fish, shuddered violently, seemingly no longer feeling the heat of the branding iron under her armpits. She abruptly raised her head, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Hua Jianxiong. Her small mouth was half-open, trembling slightly, but she couldn't utter a word. "He knows who I am! He knows everything! He's the one I've been waiting for, but instead of taking me where I'm supposed to go, he's thrown me into hell!" Beidao Jing felt her mind was a complete mess, unable to comprehend the situation before her. "Look at his fierce eyes, he's trying to kill me!" Two streams of cold tears flowed from her swollen eyes.

Hua Jianxiong was startled by the three words he had blurted out, realizing he had inadvertently revealed his trump card. Could he still subdue this little vixen tonight? But when he saw Beidao Jing's stunned expression, he immediately understood the fatal blow that calling out her real name had dealt her.

Hua Jianxiong's eyes darted around, and an idea formed in his mind: "Strike while the iron is hot! I'll go all the way today, sending you, you little vixen, to the eighteenth level of hell, and I'll make you produce real evidence!"

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Thinking of this, a cold smile appeared on his face. He picked up a red-hot iron bar and moved it behind Beidao Jing. A large hand parted her two plump buttocks, and the scorching heat gradually approached the woman's anus.

Beidao Jing sensed the approaching danger, and her round, delicate anus instinctively tensed and contracted. She desperately turned her head, but couldn't see where the terrifying iron bar was. But she soon knew the answer.

"Ah...ya..." The dark red, scorching iron rod mercilessly pierced the woman's tightly clenched anus, slowly pushing it deeper into her rectum. A pungent, acrid odor filled the air, making it hard to breathe.

Kitajima Shizuka screamed in agony, struggling desperately, but her wrists and ankles were tightly bound to the rack with hemp rope. Although the rack rattled loudly as she pulled, she couldn't move an inch.

Kitajima Shizuka could only painfully feel the burning iron rod slowly penetrating deeper into her rear. Aside from her head bobbing back and forth like a rattle, only her delicate toes could move slightly, desperately trying to dig inwards.

The red-hot iron rod was more than a foot deep inside Kitajima Shizuka's anus. Hua Jianxiong felt the woman's struggles weakening.

He slowly withdrew the iron rod, hearing Kitajima Shizuka let out a long, soft "shh..."

He glanced at the woman's parted crotch; her once delicate and rounded anus had become a charred black hole, wisps of acrid white smoke billowing from it. Looking at the iron rod in his hand, he saw some black, sticky stuff stuck to it, probably women's excrement. However, the rod still glowed with a dark red light.

"The temperature should be just right," Hua Jianxiong thought to himself. He moved to face Kitajima Shizuka and grasped her breast, which was branded raw and torn like a rotten peach. Kitajima Shizuka's breast was slippery, and blood and yellowish fluid had seeped from the branded areas; Hua Jianxiong felt his palm was wet.

He raised the still-radiating hot iron rod and placed it between Kitajima Shizuka's legs. Kitajima Shizuka's already abnormally sensitive body immediately reacted. The white flesh on her inner thighs trembled like tender tofu, and her two swollen, red labia parted sharply. The hot iron rod in Hua Jianxiong's hand was positioned perfectly between those trembling labia.

With a squeak, two fleshy lips pressed against the red-hot iron rod, a wisp of smoke rising as the two originally purplish-red lips instantly turned grayish-brown.

"Ah...ah...it hurts..." Kitajima Shizuka screamed like a mother beast, her beautiful hair swaying, her muscles tensing violently, then trembling uncontrollably like a sieve.

"Who is he? What does he want? Knowing my identity, why is he so cruel to me? Why?" Although Kitajima Shizuka was in so much pain she could barely breathe, her mind was exceptionally clear.

A feeling of betrayal welled up within her. Although she didn't want to believe it, it truly gripped her heart.

"It hurts...ah..." Kitajima Shizuka cried out in anguish. The despair in her mind and the physical torture beyond her physical limits caused her originally strong psychological defenses to crumble little by little.

Hua Jianxiong slowly pulled the smoking iron rod from between Kitajima Shizuka's legs. Half of Kitajima Shizuka's labia had been torn off from the iron rod, and she was completely unaware of it.

Hua Jianxiong reached out and lifted Kitajima Shizuka's chin, staring intently at her, seemingly enjoying the pain and tears on her haggard face. Kitajima Shizuka finally caught her breath, her eyelids drooping to avoid Hua Jianxiong's aggressive gaze, and pleaded in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "Please... spare me... please... please take me to the Hongkou Military Police Headquarters..." Hearing Kitajima Shizuka's plea, Hua Jianxiong's face was ashen, but inside he was overjoyed: "That bitch, she's finally given in, admitting she's Japanese!" He knew very well that this Japanese woman's psychological defenses had been breached. Her thinking was chaotic, and her judgment was gone. Now, with just a little guidance, he could get what he wanted. The crucial moment had arrived; he was going to use his trump card.

Hua Jianxiong sneered, "Hongkou Military Police Headquarters? Hmph..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cold, hard badge, holding it up to Kitajima Shizuka's eyes.

Kitajima Shizuka was stunned at first, then stared wide-eyed at the badge in Hua Jianxiong's hand as if dumbfounded.

Hua Jianxiong patiently waited for her to see all the details of the design, then turned it over, revealing the sword and skull on the back. Kitajima Shizuka glanced at it and then painfully closed her eyes. Two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.

"No...no...no..." she screamed hoarsely, her voice no longer human.

She saw it clearly, it was unmistakably the organization's highest-level kill order, the Soul-Chasing Badge. They wanted her dead, they had planned it all along, using the harshest order to take her life. And the organization she trusted most was the one that wanted to kill her.

"Why? Why..." She couldn't understand. Her neck went limp, her head drooping heavily in Hua Jianxiong's hand. Her eyes gradually dimmed.

Suddenly, her head was lifted by a strong hand, and a magnetic voice sounded in her ear: "Alright, I'll give you one last chance. If there's anything you need to give to your family, I can take care of delivering it.

" The most vulnerable part of Kitajima Shizuka's heart was touched. She couldn't escape death today, and her elderly parents might be kept in the dark forever. She had done her duty, so she would do one last thing for them. Regardless of whether they would actually receive it, she, as a daughter, would do her filial duty one last time.

Thinking of this, Kitajima Shizuka burst into tears, and through her sobs, she uttered a few words with difficulty: East Asia Bank...

Safe Deposit Box No. 1033... Password...

Hua Jianxiong silently memorized these blood-stained names and numbers, but his hand had already pulled a thumb-thick, dark red branding stick from the charcoal brazier, and once again lifted Kitajima Shizuka's chin.

Kitajima Shizuka stared wide-eyed as the branding rod, glowing with a dark red flame, slowly extended between Hua Jianxiong's legs, knowing her final moment had arrived. Her muscles stiffened with tension, yet her eyes remained remarkably calm. She involuntarily sobbed twice, biting her lower lip tightly with her pearly white teeth, closing her eyes and turning her face away.

Seeing Kitajima Shizuka's resigned demeanor, Hua Jianxiong felt a sudden pang of pity. As a special agent, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy for this petite, green-apple-like woman. But he couldn't bear to be so cruel as to let this delicate woman endure one last, unbearable physical pain before her death.

Not because she was his enemy, causing him endless trouble, but for his own safety.

At 76, using excessive force during interrogations to the point of death was commonplace. But in this situation, where he was alone, if the prisoner died and the coroner couldn't find any fatal injuries to file, he would be in trouble.

"I'm sorry, don't blame me. It's your destiny to be a spy!" Hua Jianxiong muttered to himself, then thrust the red-hot branding rod into the woman's open vulva, where half of the flesh was charred and exposed

.With a muffled squeak, a pungent, acrid steam mixed with burnt smoke spread out. The woman's plump, white thighs convulsed violently, and the muscles in her lower abdomen twisted into knots. She screamed hysterically, but her voice was as hoarse as a tattered rag.

The branding rod was driven a full foot deep into the woman's body. She trembled, groaning in pain, her eyes wide open, looking at him with pleading eyes. He understood that she wanted him to give her a quick death.

He twisted the iron rod inserted into her vaginal opening a few times, finding that no more smoke was seeping from the edge.

He knew that the heat of the iron rod had been absorbed by the walls and fluids of her vaginal opening. Now, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't deliver the final blow to this poor woman. Helplessly, he pulled out the branding rod and threw it into the brazier with a thud.

The woman hanging on the rack suddenly let out a chilling groan. Hua Jianxiong turned around and saw that Beidao Jing's wide-open crotch was gushing with fluid. Upon closer inspection, he realized that what was flowing from her charred vaginal opening was a viscous liquid, stretching into long strands on the woman's gruesome crotch and inner thighs.

Hua Jianxiong was stunned: "You slut, I actually made her orgasm by plunging a branding rod into her cunt!" "Damn it, I'll make you feel like you're in heaven this time!" Hua Jianxiong picked out a branding rod that was mostly red-hot from the brazier, the dark red part of which was about two feet long. He walked step by step to Beidao Jing and, under her gaze, shoved the scorching iron rod into the dark hole between her legs.

"Ugh... ah..." Beidao Jing's body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted. Hua Jianxiong felt his hands trembling as well. He desperately tried to steady himself, concentrating all his strength in his arms and wrists.

The charred dark hole between the woman's legs swallowed the branding rod, which was emitting dark red sparks, little by little. One foot, one and a half feet, two feet... Beidao Jing bit her lip until it bled, her whole body trembled like a leaf, her hands clenched into fists, her toes curled inwards, and her rolled-back eyes stared at Hua Jianxiong with resentment.

Hua Jianxiong felt hot all over and was covered in sweat. He could hardly believe it: such a hot iron rod had been driven so deep; it must have pierced her uterus long ago, and any other woman would have died instantly. This little vixen was still breathing, and looking at him with such a strange gaze.

He suddenly deflated, releasing the branding rod from the woman's lower body, and instinctively reached into his pocket for a cigarette.

But instead, he touched a cold, hard badge. He shuddered, his hand recoiling as if burned.

Suddenly, he noticed a pair of tattered stockings lying on the ground, apparently taken from one of the female prisoners. Like seeing a savior, he bent down, picked up the worn-out stockings, tied them together in a tight knot, and pulled hard—they were sturdy enough. He let out a long sigh, holding the dirty stockings, and moved behind Kitajima Shizuka.

As he passed by Kitajima Shizuka's naked body, dangling in a spread-eagle position, he glimpsed a final flicker of life beneath her swollen eyelids, a hint of relief and gratitude in it.

He gritted his teeth and wrapped the long stockings around Kitajima Shizuka's ivory neck. Kitajima Shizuka's head moved, as if she wanted to turn around. Her chapped lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something. But she no longer had the chance to speak. At that moment, Hua Jianxiong clenched his fists, twisted them sharply, and tightened the sturdy stockings in his hands.

Kitajima Shizuka's naked body struggled violently, her face gradually turning purple, her eyes rolling back, and strange "uh...uh..." sounds escaping her throat.

Suddenly, her thigh muscles twitched violently a few times, and a yellowish, foul-smelling liquid flowed down the iron rod inserted into her lower body. She had lost control of her bladder, and urine gushed down her wounded thighs onto the ground. Finally, Kitajima Shizuka's head lolled to

the side, limply resting on her chest, her struggles ceasing. Hua Jianxiong finally let out a long sigh of relief. He reached into his pocket for the badge, then casually pulled out a cigarette case, lit it, and greedily took a few puffs. Then, he staggered towards the table by the door. He opened the interrogation record book and scribbled the words "executed by execution" in a flamboyant hand. He threw down the pen, put on his clothes, and walked towards the door.

Before leaving, Hua Jianxiong turned back and looked at Kitajima Shizuka's still-hanging naked corpse, feeling somewhat puzzled as to why he had been so lenient today. Chapter

055 In a nameless apartment on the third floor of a small apartment building in the French Concession, Zhou Xueping had just gotten up and was silently sitting in front of her dressing table, lost in thought. The inexplicably excited look in Gou Ming's eyes, whom Huang Keji had brought, was still bothering her, preventing her from sleeping soundly all night. She hadn't stayed in this small apartment for a long time, and because the doors and windows were all tightly closed, there wasn't much dust. This was the hiding place Zhou Xueping had prepared beforehand. The room wasn't large, and various men, women, and children lived upstairs and downstairs. The landlord of the apartment was an old man who collected rent and then didn't care about anything the tenants did. When leaving Xialu Apartment, Zhou Xueping had considered going directly to Duan's Qipao Shop. But after hesitating for a while, she gave up. She wondered if she was making a mountain out of a molehill. She couldn't hold a grudge against Huang Keji just because his carelessness led to her sister's arrest, nor could she let her only contact point with "Feng" cease operation based on her vague impression of Gou Ming. She left a letter for Lao Ren according to the pre-arranged contact method, asking him to inform Lao Duan to go to the countryside for a couple of days to observe before making a decision. At the same time, she arranged to meet with Lao Ren as soon as possible to discuss countermeasures. Liping's lesson had been severe enough; she couldn't let Huang Keji continue to act recklessly, or even bigger problems would arise. The Qipao Shop, as a contact point, had to be abandoned as soon as possible. But after Liping's arrest, "Feng's" backup communication channels were also cut off, so they had to hold out there for a while, at least to get the information from the new contact point out, but this matter was urgent... Zhou Xueping was deep in thought in front of the mirror when the door suddenly made a soft "bang." Zhou Xueping stood behind the door, holding her breath and carefully identifying the signal, confirming it was her comrade's coded message, and silently opened the door. As soon as she opened the door, Lao Ren, covered in sweat and looking anxious, strode in. When he saw Zhou Xueping, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank goodness, thank goodness, I was afraid you would fall into their hands too!" Upon hearing this, Zhou Xueping's heart skipped a beat, and her face immediately changed color. Lao Ren looked at her dejectedly and said, "Old Duan is in trouble!" These words were like a blow to Zhou Xueping's head; her full chest heaved violently, and her heart pounded wildly. At that moment, regret also rose in her heart. She didn't speak, but silently locked the door. She sat on the edge of the bed, the image of Gou Ming's now wickedly excited eyes flashing before her eyes repeatedly. She blamed herself for taking chances and not personally informing Lao Duan to evacuate immediately. She asked Lao Ren, "Is the news accurate?" Lao Ren nodded and said, "I saw it with my own eyes." It turned out that Lao Ren had received a message from Zhou Xueping yesterday and immediately went to Duan's Qipao Shop to warn Lao Duan to take shelter. When he could see the Qipao Shop from afar in his rickshaw, he habitually observed the area around it. Unexpectedly, several people were gathered at the usually quiet shop entrance. As the rickshaw drew closer, Lao Ren was horrified to see Lao Duan, his hands cuffed behind his back, being pushed and shoved out of the shop. Seeing this, Lao Ren immediately understood that Lao Duan was in trouble. He quietly ordered the driver, who had slowed down to watch the commotion, to hurry up, and left the scene with a heavy heart. He then immediately went to Xialu Apartments. Based on his years of experience in underground work, he noticed from afar that Xialu Apartment was under surveillance by secret agents. Moreover, he couldn't find any alarm signal left by Zhou Xueping on the curtains, which made him uneasy. He came here according to the information Zhou Xueping had given him, but he didn't know if Zhou Xueping was in danger. Although he hadn't found the alarm signal, given his previous experience, he dared not act rashly. Fortunately, there was a small hotel across from the building, and he checked into a room facing the street. He observed the area all night, and only after confirming that nothing was amiss did he knock on the door. After hearing what had happened, Zhou Xueping remained silent for a long time. After a long silence, finally, a look of sadness appeared on her dignified and calm face:Old Ren and Huang Keji might also be in trouble; the problem lies with that guy named Gou Ming. They both came to see me yesterday, and I found him suspicious, so I decided to move here. However, I underestimated the danger of the situation, which is why I didn't immediately notify Comrade Duan to evacuate. I bear a heavy responsibility for this.

"Old Ren said angrily, "Gou Ming, that traitor... Sigh! It's Huang Keji again, letting the wolf into the house!" Zhou Xueping shook her head and said, "I bear responsibility for Huang Keji's matter. I think he acted impulsively. His enthusiasm was good, but I didn't correct his rash tendencies in time." Saying this, Zhou Xueping bit her red lips with her white teeth and said, "Old Duan's arrest has made 'Feng's' situation very dangerous. I need to report this to the comrades in the municipal party committee immediately. At the same time, all other members and comrades in the district party committee must be notified to evacuate and go into hiding to prevent further losses. You will be responsible for notifying them to evacuate." Hearing this, Old Ren stood up and said, "I will go and notify them immediately." When he reached the door, Old Ren turned back and frowned, "Xueping, does Huang Keji know about this place?" Zhou Xueping thought carefully for a moment and gently shook her head, "Only you and Liping know about this place." Old Ren frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then held back. He said thoughtfully, "It's still too dangerous!" "We can't stay here any longer. Just in case, Xueping, you should move immediately!" Zhou Xueping nodded, but then shook her head, saying, "I can't leave yet. I need to quickly establish Feng's new contact point. I'm going to report to the comrades at the Municipal Party Committee and request instructions. Then, when the contact comrade arrives, we'll finalize the establishment of the new contact point. This is currently my only place to stay. Besides, Huang Keji's current situation is unclear..." Old Ren interrupted her anxiously, "Xueping! Old Duan has been arrested, and Huang Keji's chances of survival are slim. If he..." Zhou Xueping stopped Old Ren with a look, saying, "Old Ren, I'll be careful. But Feng is the most important informant for the Shanghai underground party within the Wang Jingwei regime's military and police system. To plant her, Yan'an even used connections in Southeast Asia. Maintaining her contact is more important than anything else. Go and inform the other comrades!"

Seeing her resolute attitude, Lao Ren sighed and left the room silently without saying another word. Shortly after Lao Ren left, Zhou Xueping also hurriedly packed up and left to report to the city committee leaders. At almost the same moment, in
the eerie and terrifying
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76 underground prison's interrogation room number four, Li Ziwu sat leisurely in a chair, watching Huang Keji, who was hanging by his back in the middle of the interrogation room.

The interrogation hadn't even begun, but Li Ziwu could already see the hidden fear in Huang Keji's bare eyes.

From the moment of his arrest, Huang Keji had remained silent and ashen-faced. His constantly heaving chest revealed his inner turmoil. Li Ziwu saw all of this.

"Huang Keji, we don't need to waste any more time." "You should know what 76th is. Tell me everything you know, and I guarantee you'll be a high-ranking official, riding any horse you want... oh, no, I mean, riding any beautiful woman you want...

hahaha..." Li Ziwu smiled sinisterly, pulling over a glamorous female agent who was massaging his shoulders. While stroking her thigh beneath her short skirt, he said, "How about this one? Not bad, right? If you cooperate with us, she'll let you experience what it's like to be a living god!" The female agent laughed lasciviously from his touch, even giving Huang Keji, who dared not look up, a flirtatious wink.

Li Ziwu then slowly added, "If you refuse to cooperate... don't blame me for being impolite!" "At this point, he winked at the two thugs standing behind Huang Keji. The two thugs, who had been eager to attack, immediately swung their whips and lashed Huang Keji's bare back.

With the cracking sound of the whips, bloody welts appeared on Huang Keji's smooth back. He desperately contracted his body, dodging back and forth, his teeth clenched, hissing and gasping for breath.

Li Ziwu gestured, and the thugs lowered their whips. Li Ziwu chuckled sinisterly and said, "How's it going, Minister Huang? Not a good feeling, is it? This is just a tickle. The real torture is yet to come! You're so young, why suffer like this?" As he spoke, he observed Huang Keji's expression. When he saw a flash of panic in Huang Keji's eyes, he immediately understood. He turned to the female agent and said, "Minister Huang seems a little nervous! Go help him relax." "Let him taste the flavor of the gods!" The female agent immediately revealed a lewd smile and swayed towards Huang Keji.

Huang Keji was still desperately suppressing the fear brought on by the burning pain in his back when he suddenly saw the rather attractive woman swaying her hips towards him. His heart tightened, wondering what kind of torture they were going to inflict on him. Unexpectedly, the woman reached him, grabbed his head, and pressed it against her high breasts without saying a word.

The woman was dressed very provocatively, and her two white, tender breasts were displayed before his eyes. The woman pulled Huang Keji's neck forcefully, trapping his head between her two full mounds of flesh, and began to knead them from side to side.

A hot, fleshy aroma rushed into his nostrils, and Huang Keji almost suffocated. When he regained some of his senses from the panic, he immediately experienced the blissful feeling brought on by those soft, fleshy mounds. He tried his best to control himself and not look at the white... A fleshy mound. But his body wouldn't obey him; he felt an unbearable swelling in his lower body, and his crotch involuntarily pitched a tent.

The woman had already seen Huang Keji's reaction, smiled smugly, and freed one hand to slide down his crotch, slowly grasping the hard protrusion and gently kneading it.

Huang Keji initially trembled with nervousness, like a thief whose wrist had been grabbed. But he quickly realized that the other woman's technique was very gentle, and her expression was one of pure enjoyment. His mood gradually calmed down. At this moment, he gradually felt the soft flesh in front of him and the gentle hand under his crotch giving him a wonderful, indescribable feeling he had never experienced before.

Li Ziwu coldly observed the changes in Huang Keji's facial expression. From Huang Keji's startled reaction, he had a general idea of this man's composure. He was certain that Huang Keji's will was not as strong as his body.

He secretly winked at the female agent who was grinning and groping Huang Keji's crotch. The woman immediately understood, releasing Huang Keji's head and slowly slipping one hand down his stomach into his trousers, tightly gripping his already erect penis. With the other hand, she deftly unbuckled his belt.

Huang Keji instinctively struggled a couple of times, but his trousers fell limply to his feet. He was left only in his underwear. The female agent grinned and pulled down the underwear, revealing a large, veiny penis held high in her small, white hand.

Huang Keji blushed crimson, twisting his hips to try and escape the woman's grasp. But the woman not only didn't let go, but instead gripped his throbbing penis and began to stroke it up and down.

Huang Keji wanted to resist, but all his strength seemed to have been drained away. Waves of heat surged in his lower abdomen, causing his penis to swell with each stroke, as if... It felt like he was about to explode. He had never experienced anything like this before. His relationship with his fiancée had mostly consisted of holding hands and kissing. Now, suspended in mid-air, almost completely naked, his manhood was being held and manipulated by a woman. He truly didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, he felt his swollen and aching penis enveloped by a warm, moist sensation. Instinctively looking down, he nearly screamed in terror. The alluring woman had taken his engorged penis into her mouth and was sucking on it with relish.

Seeing Huang Keji's panicked state, Li Ziwu smiled smugly. He had his own methods for dealing with male prisoners. His female special agents were both objects of his own lust and tools for coercing male prisoners. Now, he could see that this Communist Party minister was about to succumb.Huang Keji's initial panic was slowly overwhelmed by the overwhelming, blissful sensations surging through his groin. The woman was sucking on his penis, her movements becoming increasingly tight and rhythmic, full of pleasure and making soft, squeaking noises that made him blush. He never dreamed that a woman's small mouth could be such a tender and intoxicating haven. A man's enormous member could be completely swallowed by such a tiny, cherry-like mouth.

He could clearly feel his swollen, sensitive glans repeatedly squeezing into the woman's narrow throat, feeling incredibly pleasurable from the tense, writhing sensations. The previous throbbing pain in his lower body had vanished, replaced by a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. Waves of electric pleasure coursed through his nerves. He involuntarily thrust his lower body, pushing his penis even deeper into the woman's warm, wet mouth. He felt a burning heat coursing through his body, a torrent of heat about to burst forth from his lower abdomen.

Li Ziwu, observing Huang Keji's loss of control, saw the opportune moment and gestured to the thug behind him. The thug immediately strode up behind the excited Huang Keji, reached out a large hand, and firmly gripped the base of Huang Keji's erect penis. The woman, who had been kneeling on the ground sucking vigorously, immediately retreated.

Huang Keji, who was intoxicated by the divine pleasure, suddenly felt a sharp pain. Immediately, a chill ran down his groin as the woman's warm, soft lips and tongue abruptly left his penis. Looking down, he was terrified. His erect penis was being held in a large, hairy, veiny hand.

Before he could react, another burly man approached him. To his horror, this man held a thick, black bristle. He pinched Huang Keji's swollen, purplish glans, squeezed hard, and then shoved the stiff bristle into his open urethra.

"Ah...stop...stop..." Huang Keji struggled desperately, screaming wildly.

A burning pain instantly spread throughout his body, but with his cries, the bristle actually stopped.

The burly man had only pushed the bristle half an inch in before stopping.

Huang Keji stared wide-eyed at his penis, hoping it would quickly soften and shrink back, perhaps then he would feel better. But the large hand reaching out from behind gripped the base of his penis tightly, preventing blood from flowing back. The thick penis, with a single, stiff bristle, stood erect before everyone's eyes. Huang Keji's body went limp, his forehead covered in cold sweat, terrified and unsure what to do.

Li Ziwu stood up, walking triumphantly to Huang Keji, looking at his erect penis and teasing, "How about it, Minister Huang? From heaven to hell is just a thought away. Exciting, isn't it?

But to tell you the truth, this is nothing. Just a small appetizer, to give you a taste.

I have many more torture methods here that make life worse than death." He suddenly raised his voice and roared, "Confess or not? If you don't, I'll make you experience them all, one by one!" Huang Keji's heart clenched violently at his voice, his facial muscles twitching.

Li Ziwu remained silent, only glaring fiercely at him. Huang Keji involuntarily shivered, his head drooping limply as he murmured weakly, "I...I...confess, I confess everything..."

Chapter 57

Hua Jianxiong sat leisurely in a grand chair in the underground interrogation room, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he watched with relish the ever-evolving torture methods his subordinates employed.

In the center of the room, Xiao Yan, naked, was tightly bound to a heavy iron chair. Her arms were outstretched, her slender wrists bound tightly to a large cross on the back of the chair with thin hemp rope. Her two fair thighs were slightly parted, her feet secured to the chair legs with iron hoops.

This position forced her to thrust her chest forward, revealing her pert breasts without any concealment. At the end of her parted thighs, her swollen genitals were clearly visible.

Liu Dazhuang was holding a thick leather belt, whipping the poor girl's tender breasts with a "crackling" sound. He whipped and interrogated her, but the little girl gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Hua Jianxiong calmly exhaled smoke rings; he was in a good mood. Yesterday, he had dealt with that Japanese woman, Kitajima Shizuka, and obtained what he needed.

This morning, on his way to work, he stopped at Fei Fei's Cafe. There was no message from Xiao Hong; she was definitely still in Nanjing.

But that didn't matter anymore. He had left a message for Xiao Hong, telling her to come back quickly. When she returned, he would personally meet her and explain to her what needed to be reported to headquarters.

The old man must already know the result through Lin Meiyin. This thorny case was finally resolved happily.

Now, he wanted to thoroughly investigate the Nightingale assassination case; if he could uncover the Nightingale, it might be a great achievement. He had great confidence in the young girl before him.

Xiao Yan had endured inhuman torture in this terrifying interrogation room since early this morning. At this moment, Xiao Yan's groans gradually subsided, and she lost consciousness. The thugs poured another bucket of cold water on her.

Liu Dazhuang, grabbing Xiao Yan's dripping hair, shouted loudly, "Will you confess or not? If you don't, we'll beat you to death!" "Pah!" Xiao Yan, waking up, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto Liu Dazhuang's face. Liu Dazhuang paused for a moment, then furiously raised his knee and slammed it heavily into Xiao Yan's groin.

"Ah..." Xiao Yan let out a painful scream. She struggled helplessly for a couple of moments, but her limbs were tightly bound, and her body twisted and went limp.

"Damn it, you stinking woman," Liu Dazhuang cursed as he wiped his face.

At this moment, Hua Jianxiong stood up, went to the brazier, picked up a red-hot triangular branding iron, and walked over to Xiao Yan. He smiled coldly and said, "Really hard, little wench! Try this." He slowly extended the branding iron towards Xiao Yan's right inner thigh.

Xiao Yan watched in horror as the bright red iron slowly approached her snow-white thigh, covered in whip marks. The searing heat from the iron already caused unbearable stinging pain. She struggled desperately, but her ankles were tightly bound and she couldn't move. She tried desperately to close her legs, but even though they were almost broken, her knees remained far apart. Finally, the branding iron pressed against the tender, white flesh of her inner thigh.

"Sizzle..." "Ah...ya..." The sound of the scalding iron burning flesh mingled with Xiao Yan's shrill screams. A wisp of smoke rose between the branding iron and her thigh skin, emitting a foul, burnt smell. Hua Jianxiong didn't let the branding iron stay on Xiao Yan's leg for too long; too long and her delicate skin would be charred, and the pain would actually decrease.

Xiao Yan's tense body relaxed, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Seeing this, Hua Jianxiong raised the dark red branding iron again, placing it under Xiao Yan's outstretched right armpit and pressing it against her bare armpit.

With a hiss, more smoke rose. "Ah..." Xiao Yan's body tensed, and she struggled and screamed in agony once more.

Hua Jianxiong handed the dark gray branding iron to Liu San. Liu San quickly retrieved a red-hot branding iron from the brazier and handed it to him. Hua Jianxiong shook his head and pressed his fingers against the charred skin on Xiao Yan's inner thigh. Xiao Yan trembled involuntarily. Hua Jianxiong grabbed Xiao Yan's hair and lifted her head, which was hanging low in front of her chest.

Looking at Xiao Yan, panting, pale, and with tears in her eyes, Hua Jianxiong said in a deep voice, "How are you feeling? Not good, are you? Let me tell you, this is just the beginning. The guys behind are a hundred times more powerful."

Xiao Yan closed her eyes in pain, glistening tears still clinging to her cheeks.

Hua Jianxiong took a breath and said, "Tell me already. If you tell me, you won't have to suffer like this. It's such a pity that such a young and beautiful woman like you is ruined for someone unrelated."

Xiao Yan let out a long breath, gritted her teeth, and shook her head. Seeing this, Hua Jianxiong snorted darkly, shoved Xiao Yan's head away forcefully, and shouted at Liu Dazhuang, "Bring me an iron rod!"Hua Jianxiong held a four- or five-inch-long, bean sprout-thick iron rod that Liu Dazhuang had handed him, grinning maliciously at Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan felt a surge of panic, unsure how Hua Jianxiong intended to use this terrifying instrument of torture on her.

Hua Jianxiong brandished the iron skewer in front of Xiao Yan's eyes, grinning maliciously. "Do you know what this thing is for?"

he said, pinching Xiao Yan's bruised right breast with his left hand. He remarked in a mocking tone, "Xiao Yan, these little breasts of yours are quite exquisite." As he spoke, he pressed the sharp tip of the skewer against her full breast, saying each word slowly, "I'm going to slowly pierce this into your beautiful little breasts. What do you think will happen…?"

Xiao Yan's bloodless lips moved, but were immediately clenched tightly by her white teeth. Hua Jianxiong smiled contemptuously, and with a forceful push, the gleaming skewer slowly pierced into the soft, thick flesh. Xiao Yan shuddered and let out a soft moan.

"Well? You told me, didn't you? Who is Nightingale? If it goes in, your little darling will be ruined!" Hua Jianxiong threatened Xiao Yan, whose face was contorted in pain, with a sinister look.

Xiao Yan's throat bobbed, but she kept her eyes tightly shut and remained silent. However, from the slight trembling of her long eyelashes, Hua Jianxiong could see the fear and pain in her heart. He waited no longer, gradually increasing the pressure in his hand, and the sharp iron rod slowly pierced into Xiao Yan's soft breast. Warm blood, like an earthworm, crawled up the iron rod to Hua Jianxiong's hand, dripping onto the ground.

Xiao Yan's face began to contort in pain, and when the iron rod was halfway into her breast, her previously suppressed low moans turned into a desperate, piercing scream. "Ah!" "...Ah..." Hua Jianxiong, unmoved, slowly twisted the bloody, sticky iron rod, seemingly savoring the stimulation and pleasure brought by the little girl's screams and convulsing flesh.

When the tip of the iron rod, carrying flesh and blood, pierced through her breast and emerged from the other side, Xiao Yan trembled and let out a short scream. Her neck suddenly stiffened and then slumped down limply.

Chapter 058

Xiao Yan hung her head weakly, panting heavily, her long hair, soaked with sweat, falling in strands from her forehead. She struggled to lift her eyelids, slightly opening her eyes, and saw that her breast had been pierced from bottom to top by a metallic iron rod, warm blood dripping out.

She hissed. He gasped for breath, his delicate breasts seeming to swell violently, waves of excruciating pain washing over him. But it was much better than the feeling of the iron skewer piercing his tender flesh. Looking at the bloodied and gruesome state of his precious breasts, Xiaoyan felt a pang of unbearable pain.

"How is it? Feeling better now?" Suddenly, a large hand grabbed Xiao Yan's hair, violently pulling her pale, bloodless face upwards. She could feel Hua Jianxiong's heavy breathing across from her. Looking at his smug expression, she wanted to spit in his face. But Xiao Yan felt all her strength drain away, and she could only close her eyes tightly again.

The large hand that had grabbed her hair released it, and Xiao Yan's head drooped weakly back to her bloodied chest. A large, hairy hand squeezed her injured right breast again. A heart-wrenching pain slowly spread from her chest. The terrifying sensation of the cold iron skewer piercing her tender flesh once again challenged the young girl's physical limits.

"Ah...ya..." Xiao Yan could no longer suppress her pain and screamed in despair.

Hua Jianxiong watched as Xiao Yan's face contorted in agony and her naked body writhed in agony, relentlessly pushing her physical limits. The cold iron rod cruelly ravaged Xiao Yan's tender, firm breasts.

When the third rod pierced through her breasts, already stained crimson with blood, it felt as if a windmill was hanging from her chest. Her pitiful screams abruptly ceased, and her body stopped writhing. She had fainted from the pain.

Hua Jianxiong looked at his large hand, which was covered in Xiao Yan's blood, then took the towel Liu San offered to wipe his hands. He gestured towards the naked woman lying unconscious on the torture bench and ordered, "Pull the rods out!" Liu Dazhuang grinned wickedly, pinching Xiaoyan's limp nipple and twisting it forcefully. The purplish-red nipple, as if obeying a command, stood erect.

Liu Dazhuang lewdly pinched the nipple, forcefully lifting the entire breast, and then slowly pulled out the iron rods piercing it, one by one. Blood spurted out with each rod, splattering all over her body and the floor. When all three rods were pulled out, Xiaoyan was jolted awake by the pain.

Liu Dazhuang looked at the six dark, bloody holes on Xiaoyan's bruised and limp breasts, grabbed a small jar from the corner of the interrogation room, grabbed a handful of coarse salt, and rubbed it onto Xiaoyan's bloodied breasts.

"Ah…it hurts…it hurts so much…" The salt grains were rubbed into the wounds on her breasts, causing Xiaoyan to sweat profusely and scream incessantly, but the bleeding was quickly stopped.

"If it hurts, talk! Who is Nightingale?" "Speak..." A soft knock sounded at the door, drowned out by the noisy commotion inside, and no one noticed. The interrogation room door was pushed open a crack, and Li Ziwu's face appeared through the crack. Seeing Hua Jianxiong, he quickly entered the room and leaned over.

"Chief, Huang Keji has confessed." As soon as Li Ziwu entered the room, he glanced quickly at the young woman who was naked and tightly bound to the torture bench, and then reported to Hua Jianxiong obsequiously.

Hua Jianxiong turned around, his face showing surprise: "Good! That female communist has been caught?" Li Ziwu's face showed unease upon hearing this. Hua Jianxiong frowned immediately and said: "What? Didn't catch her? She got away again?" His voice was clearly filled with dissatisfaction.

Li Ziwu lowered his head and said fearfully: "Chief, this Huang Keji is the man of Zhou Liping who was caught two months ago."

According to his confession, Zhou Xueping should have another hideout in the French Concession, but he didn't know the address. However, he had secretly followed Zhou Xueping and discovered that she had mysteriously visited a certain location there several times.

Upon receiving this confession, his subordinate immediately took Huang Keji to the French Concession. Following his directions, we found the small apartment. When we arrived, the apartment was empty, but his subordinate found some luggage and clothing inside. Huang Keji identified them as Zhou Xueping's belongings. It seemed this was her hiding place, but unfortunately, we were too late.

Hua Jianxiong frowned and pondered, saying, "A cunning rabbit has three burrows. Let Huang Keji think carefully about whether they have other hideouts!

Send people to keep a close watch on them in the French Concession; that female communist might come back." He then glared fiercely at Li Ziwu and added, "If you don't catch her, don't come back to see me!"

Li Ziwu's lips moved, but he said nothing, his dissatisfaction reaching its peak. He thought, "You're here having fun with pretty women, while I'm out there braving the wind and rain, battling bullets, and when I catch someone, the credit goes to you, and I still have to put up with your jerk." He

muttered to himself, but dared not show it on his face, repeatedly replying, "Yes, Your subordinate will definitely capture that female Communist."

Hua Jianxiong nodded, softening his tone, and said, "Tell your men that Zhou Xueping is an important Communist cadre. If they really run into a trap, treat her politely, and no one is allowed to cause trouble. As long as she changes her mind and is willing to cooperate with us, the remaining Communist elements in Shanghai can be wiped out in one fell swoop." A pang of jealousy rose in Li Ziwu's heart .

He knew his superior must have his eye on this female Communist. However, he had to admit Hua Jianxiong was right. Zhou Xueping was young and beautiful; it was hard to guarantee that her subordinates wouldn't act rashly and risk causing more harm than good.

Based on past experience, it was difficult to get the talk of important Communist cadres like Zhou Xueping through force, but persuasion could sometimes yield unexpected results. Therefore, when the 76th Division captured important figures, they usually tried diplomacy first before resorting to force.

He nodded while simultaneously asking obsequiously, "..."

"My subordinates went to arrest people based on the clues provided by Huang Keji, but most were a step too late. However, they still managed to arrest five communist peripherals, including two female students. Please, Chief, instruct us on how to handle this." Hua Jianxiong snorted and said, "You interrogate the people you arrested. Report any important leads to me immediately."

Suddenly, he remembered something and stared at Li Ziwu, asking, "That guy surnamed Duan should have something to say. Has he confessed yet?" A hint of embarrassment appeared on Li Ziwu's face as he shook his head, saying, "We used a lot of torture, but that old guy is impervious to both soft and hard tactics, he won't confess even if he's dead.

" Hua Jianxiong sneered, "Then continue the interrogation, be ruthless! We must make him talk. He's the only one we have who has seen that Communist mole."

Li Ziwu nodded obsequiously in agreement. Hua Jianxiong pondered for a moment, then turned and instructed Liu Dazhuang, "Take this little girl into custody for now, we'll slowly work her out later." He then waved to Li Ziwu, saying, "Come on, let's go check on her!"

Chapter 59:

In the lowest cell of the 76th underground prison, Xiao Yan groaned as she woke up. The instant she opened her eyes, Xiao Yan felt everything spinning before her, her whole body felt weak, and every part of her body ached unbearably, inside and out. Especially her chest, it felt as if a ferocious little beast was relentlessly gnawing at her tender breasts.

Slowly opening her eyes, the dim light from the tin lamp hanging in the corridor outside poured through the thumb-thick iron bars of the cell door onto the straw-covered floor.

Xiao Yan used her hands to prop herself up, leaning against the cold wall. Only then did she realize that her hands weren't handcuffed, but her feet were still shackled heavily. Her pink short cheongsam was hastily put on, tattered beyond recognition, almost all the buttons torn off. But after two days of inhuman torture, these things no longer mattered to Xiao Yan.

Gritting her teeth, enduring the pain, she moved to a dark corner of the cell, leaning against the cold stone wall, groaning as she stretched out her legs and hugged her chest. The moment she rested her head against the wall, humiliation and despair overwhelmed her.

Xiao Yan sobbed painfully, tears streaming down her beautiful face. The ordeal she endured in the interrogation room today replayed in her mind like a nightmare.

The agents' brutal rape and torture had inflicted unbearable pain upon her. The scorched areas on her inner thighs were charred, with some areas revealing raw flesh. The blisters under her right armpit had burst, oozing a sticky fluid. Her right breast was throbbing with excruciating pain, radiating out in waves of needle-like agony.

Xiao Yan wept as she looked down through the torn fabric of her cheongsam at her breasts. Her right breast was swollen like a ball. The once snow-white breast was now covered in dried blood, and several gaping, bloody wounds made her too heartbroken to look. She banged her head against the wall in despair, wishing she were dead.

Xiao Yan stared blankly at the dim light streaming into the cell, the various chilling sounds drifting in from outside—hoarse groans and desperate cries. These strange sounds blended together, forming a terrifying melody.

In the dim light, she suddenly caught sight of her high heels carelessly tossed aside on the straw-covered floor, along with her crumpled underwear and stockings. Xiao Yan gasped for breath for a while, slowly shifting her position, crawling to the other side of the small cell amidst the clanking of her shackles. She grabbed the stockings from the floor; their smooth texture sent waves of bitterness through her.

Looking at the iron shackles beneath her feet, her heart pounded: perhaps she would never need them again. In a daze, the disheveled bra, panties, and stockings in her hands seemed so jarring. The image of being stripped naked and raped by a group of beastly men stung her like a scorpion. Xiao Yan couldn't help but bury her face in her hands, clutching the stockings, and wept uncontrollably.

Just then, a vicious curse rang out from the corridor outside: "Damn it! What are you howling about?" As the voice faded, a figure suddenly appeared outside the cell window.

"So it's you, you little wench, moaning in the heat!" A strange laugh followed the words.

Xiao Yan looked up, and in the reflected light, she could barely make out the face of a hideous old man in his fifties with a scarred face and a bulbous nose.

Xiao Yan didn't recognize him. This old man was Lai Wu, a notorious figure in cell 76, the manager of the underground prison. Lai Wu had a penchant for harassing and raping female prisoners; almost every female inmate imprisoned in the underground prison fell victim to his clutches. Except for those specially forbidden from being touched or not yet interrogated, Lai Wu would always find an opportunity to vent his lust. From the moment Xiao Yan was imprisoned in the underground prison, Lai Wu had already been lusting after her.

Lai Wu noticed Xiao Yan looking at him outside the iron gate. He immediately glared at her with his murky eyes and cursed, "What are you looking at? Don't you recognize your Fifth Master?" He pulled out a large bunch of keys from his pocket, rummaged around for a few, and slammed the door open with a lewd grin, muttering, "You little slut, today I'll let you get to know your Fifth Master properly." He then barged in.

Xiao Yan, seeing no secret agents behind him, didn't know what he was up to and panicked, cowering in a corner like a frightened rabbit, trembling all over.

Seeing Xiao Yan's fear, Lai Wu became even more brazen. He walked straight up to her and, incredibly, pulled his limp, lifeless penis from his crotch, waving it back and forth in front of her.

A wave of nausea washed over Xiao Yan. Terrified, she sat on the ground, bracing herself against the wall, screaming wildly, "No...you filthy scoundrel...no...get out!"

Lai Wu pressed himself against Xiao Yan, shoving his repulsive penis against her forehead, leering, "Scream louder, louder still. Fifth Master loves hearing women moan."

Xiao Yan's cell was a small one, so she had nowhere to hide from Lai Wu. Looking at the terrified woman, Lai Wu chuckled, then suddenly kicked her hard in the leg.

"Ouch..." Xiao Yan curled up in pain, clutching her legs tightly. Lai Wu snorted, "Still pretending to be a chaste widow here? Tell me, how many times were you fucked this morning during court?" He bent down to pull at Xiao Yan's legs.

Xiao Yan screamed, clutching her legs and crying out, "You old beast, you..." Before she could finish, a large hand grabbed her hair, a sharp pain shooting through her scalp. Her head was violently pulled up, her tear-streaked face now facing Lai Wu's spread legs, the filthy, foul-smelling maggot dangling right in front of her nose.

"I-am-a-beast!" Lai Wu roared, his breath reeking of alcohol and stench, each word dripping from his mouth. Xiao Yan desperately tried to pry the old man's hands off, but Lai Wu held her hair, practically lifting her up.

"This is my territory, Fifth Master. Once you're in this cell, whether you're a Communist or from the Military Intelligence Bureau or the Central Bureau of Investigation, as long as Fifth Master is happy, I can fuck you however I want!" With that, a heavy slap landed on Xiao Yan's face.

Xiao Yan screamed in agony, her vision blurring with stars. A large hand grabbed her hair and shoved her hard, sending her crashing to the cell floor.

Lai Wu sneered, pinning Xiao Yan to the ground like a rabbit, and yanked her tattered short cheongsam up to her waist, revealing her naked lower body. Her battered abdomen and thighs were completely exposed.

Xiao Yan saw stars from the heavy slap, then felt a chill in her lower body, and her body became paralyzed. She twisted helplessly a couple of times before giving up. She knew that any struggle was futile and would only drive this beast even crazier.Tears streaming down her face, she clearly felt a rough, large hand kneading her lower abdomen and thighs, then roughly thrusting between her legs, digging into her swollen and aching genitals, and shamelessly groping her. Then another large hand lifted her tattered clothes, grasping her ravaged breasts, kneading and squeezing them. Xiao Yan couldn't bear the pain any longer and screamed in agony. Lai Wu rubbed her hands a few times, seemingly unsatisfied, then flipped Xiao Yan's half-naked body over, grabbed her slender waist, and lifted her up, leaving the poor Xiao Yan kneeling on the ground with her bare buttocks sticking out.

Lai Wu held her round, plump buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand, he parted her swollen, tender labia with his fingers. With a thrust of his hips, his already hard, club-like penis pressed against Xiao Yan's wet vaginal opening.

Xiao Yan's limbs went limp like noodles, her whole body aching as if it had fallen apart; she closed her eyes in agony. Then, a knife-like pain shot through her lower body. The hard, large penis, amidst the burning pain, recklessly entered her fragile, sensitive body.

Lai Wu gripped Xiao Yan's bare buttocks with both hands, his body rhythmically thrusting back and forth. Xiao Yan's eyes were tightly closed, her face deathly pale, and she groaned pitifully.

Under the fierce and savage impact of Lai Wu's large penis, Xiao Yan's half-naked body swayed and rose like a leaf in the autumn wind, her painful and helpless groans echoing in the cell. A full half hour passed, and accompanied by Lai Wu's beast-like howl, a large gush of hot, thick semen shot deep into Xiao Yan's vagina.

Lai Wu pulled out his sticky penis, a look of satisfaction and conquest on his face. He flipped Xiao Yan's body over, straddled her bare breasts, and shoved his semi-erect, filthy member against her lips and nose, chuckling, "How's it going, you little bitch? Feeling fucked? Open your mouth! Clean it up for me, or I'll call someone to shoot you with volleys!"

Xiao Yan's eyes were tightly closed, her face contorted with disgust as she desperately shook her head, trying to avoid the sticky, stinking worm. Lai Wu sneered, grabbed Xiao Yan's cheeks, and squeezed hard.

Xiao Yan, in pain, was forced to open her tightly closed mouth. Lai Wu thrust forward, forcing his sticky, limp penis into her mouth.

Xiao Yan vomited several times, nearly suffocating. Her mouth was stuffed full, making it almost impossible to breathe. Her whole body tensed, and she struggled violently, moaning incessantly. Lai Wu, while relentlessly thrusting his already erect penis deep into Xiao Yan's throat, shouted excitedly, "Little bitch, that's powerful! Open your mouth and lick it properly!" Before his triumphant words could finish, Lai Wu was kicked hard in the waist.

"Ouch..." Lai Wu tumbled to the ground with a thud. He jumped up frantically, about to lash out, but saw Wu Sibao glaring at him with a cold smile. Lin Meiyin, her face turned to the side, was standing outside the cell door, watching from afar.

Upon seeing these two, Lai Wu froze, the fierce expression on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by a clownish, dry laugh.

He forced a smile, bowing and scraping, "Master Wu, Lin... Secretary Lin... Lai Wu... Lai Wu..." Before he could finish his stammering words, he saw Wu Sibao wink at him. Lai Wu suddenly realized his manhood was still sticking out of his pants. He hurriedly shoved it back in, his face filled with embarrassment and fear. He lowered his head, speechless. The lewdness he felt when he raped Xiao Yan earlier had vanished into thin air.

Chapter 60:

Lai Wu and Wu Sibao were actually quite familiar with each other. Although he wasn't as popular with Hua Jianxiong as Wu Sibao, and didn't often get to enjoy the spoils, the leftovers here weren't something everyone could get their hands on. Wu Sibao often took care of him, intentionally putting some attractive female prisoners in his cell, letting him do as he pleased.

But now, Wu Sibao was facing him with a cold, expressionless face, making Lai Wu's heart tremble. Especially with Lin Meiyin, the fearsome figure in Cell 76, outside. Just thinking about the spies who had been driven to desperation by Lin Meiyin and met a miserable end, cold sweat trickled down Lai Wu's neck.

"Mr. Wu... Secretary Lin... I... I..." Lai Wu, who was prone to stammering when nervous, was now even more flustered and incoherent.

Wu Sibao chuckled inwardly, thinking, "This cowardly behavior is truly a rare sight." Thinking this, he glanced at Xiao Yan, who was lying half-naked on the ground, noticing the white, sticky fluid at the base of her spread thighs, and inwardly lamented, "Damn it, that kid Liu Dazhuang came to me at noon today bragging about how he handled this female assassin, and now he's even got his hands on this old guy..." He felt an urge to slap Lai Wu.

"Alright, take me to see the scene of Director Hua's interrogation last night!" Lin Meiyin's icy voice rang out in the corridor. Lai Wu jumped in fright, his body trembling, looking at Wu Sibao in confusion.

Wu Sibao, having regained his senses, brandished the interrogation logbook of He Xiaoyue, pointing to the two large characters "Executed to Death" and shouting, "Hey, the He Xiaoyue brought back from Changchun, go open the interrogation room from last night! Boss Zhou sent Secretary Lin to inspect it."

As he spoke, he kept winking at Lai Wu, who immediately understood Wu Sibao's meaning. Usually, the bodies of executed prisoners were disposed of immediately. But for some reason, as soon as they arrived at work today, before He Xiaoyue's naked body, hanging in the interrogation room, had even been taken down, Hua Jianxiong personally delivered the order to seal the interrogation room. They heard that someone from above was going to come and photograph the body for an autopsy. Lai Wu and the others lamented for a while, wondering who this female assassin was—such a tempting naked body, with a branding rod inserted into her lower body, and they hadn't even touched it!

Wu Sibao's meaning was obvious: Lin Meiyin was Boss Zhou's person; if she wanted to see it, no one would dare say no. But she was, after all, a woman. It was best to keep her from seeing anything too stimulating. They were all Hua Jianxiong's men; in crucial moments, they had to cover for their boss.

Lai Wu's eyes darted around, his face contorted with a fawning expression, and he repeatedly said, "Yes...yes...please wait a moment, Secretary Lin, I'll go tidy up, and open the door right away!" He turned and ran towards the cell door.

Passing Lin Meiyin, seeing her furious expression, Lai Wu's heart skipped a beat, and the key clattered to the ground. He hastily picked it up, not even bothering to close the cell door, and ran into the depths of the corridor, disappearing quickly at the end.

After Lai Wu left, Lin Meiyin coldly snorted at Wu Sibao. Wu Sibao, whose eyes were still lingering on Xiao Yan's naked body, immediately turned around. Lin Meiyin glanced at him knowingly and said, "Don't just stand there, you go too! Get ready, don't let me fail you!"

Wu Sibao smiled awkwardly, thinking to himself that he couldn't afford to offend either Lin Meiyin or Hua Jianxiong. Since she had made it clear, he shouldn't be ungrateful. So he forced an unnatural smile, readily agreed, and headed down the corridor towards the interrogation room.

After Wu Sibao left, Lin Meiyin pretended to be leisurely and slowly walked into Xiao Yan's cell. In the dim light, Xiao Yan lay seemingly unconscious. The girl was completely naked from the waist down, the crisscrossing whip marks, the oozing yellow bruises, and the swollen, bruised genitals were a mess that tore at Lin Meiyin's heart.

As the leader of the Nightingale organization, she had hidden it very well. And her identity as Boss Zhou's personal secretary was her best shield. Previously, some of the organization's sisters had been captured and killed by the Japanese, and Lin Meiyin could imagine the cruel torture those unfortunate sisters suffered before their deaths. But that was just speculation.

Now, she had witnessed firsthand the torture and abuse Xiaoyan had endured in the interrogation room and her current miserable state. These experiences deeply shocked Lin Meiyin, and she even regretted sending Xiaoyan on the mission to assassinate Takeda.

Lin Meiyin knelt down beside Xiaoyan, reaching out with guilt and pity to gently stroke Xiaoyan's smooth forehead, softly saying, "Sister will definitely rescue you." Xiaoyan remained lying there quietly, seemingly fast asleep. At that moment, hurried footsteps faintly came from the other end of the corridor. Lin Meiyin sighed, stood up, and slowly walked out of the cell.

In the distance, Wu Sibao and Lai Wu approached with a large group of people. They walked in front, followed by two burly agents carrying a stretcher. Behind the stretcher followed a doctor in a white coat and an evidence collector with a camera around his neck.i=29> The stretcher was carried to Lin Meiyin's front. She reached out and lifted the white sheet covering it, and saw a young woman lying on the stretcher wearing a moon-white diagonal-fronted cloth shirt and a black long skirt.

The blouse and long skirt were tattered and clearly hastily put on, exposing large areas of flesh. The underwear was long gone, and crisscrossing wounds were clearly visible. The woman wore filthy stockings, their original color indistinguishable, and only one black strappy cloth shoe remained. The woman had delicate features, but her once quiet face was now horribly contorted, suggesting the agony of her death.

Lin Meiyin glanced at the woman's body on the stretcher, then at Wu Sibao, and asked with a grim face, "Where are you taking this?"

Wu Sibao, seeing Lin Meiyin's expression, cautiously replied, "To the morgue in the back, for photos, for the autopsy report..."

Lin Meiyin snorted, interrupting him, "I was ordered to inspect last night's interrogation scene. Who gave you permission to bring the body out? Take it back!"

Wu Sibao was furious at being reprimanded in front of so many people. However, he knew Lin Meiyin all too well. Even her boss, Hua Jianxiong, had to give her some leeway, let alone herself. No matter how resentful she was, she dared not disobey her. She thought to herself, "Even if you take him back, you won't be able to find fault with him!" So she waved to the group behind her and said, "Go back, go back, take him back!"

The group immediately turned and walked back without a word. Lin Meiyin spotted Lai Wu hiding far away from her, running to the other side of the stretcher. She pointed at Lai Wu and said, "You come here."

Lai Wu was startled by Lin Meiyin's command. Looking up, he saw her frosty face and inwardly cursed. However, since Lin Meiyin had called his name, Lai Wu dared not disobey. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and move in front of Lin Meiyin, trembling with fear as he awaited her judgment.

A crisp "slap" rang out, and before Lai Wu could even understand what was happening, Lin Meiyin slapped him across the face. He felt a blur of stars before his eyes, and just as he was about to beg for mercy, "slap!" he received another slap. Lai Wu's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees before Lin Meiyin, begging for mercy.

Lin Meiyin crossed her arms over her ample breasts, glancing at the departing stretcher. "You tampered with He Xiaoyue too, didn't you?"

Lai Wu shook his head and waved his hands, his face flushed red as he stammered, "No, no, how could I dare... how could I dare? She was a wanted criminal specifically assigned by Boss Zhou. I absolutely didn't touch a single hair on her head..."

Lin Meiyin pointed at Xiao Yan, who lay half-naked on the cold ground, and sneered, "So you do know about Boss Zhou? You dare to rape a female criminal in front of me. How audacious!"

Lai Wu's face turned deathly pale, and he began kowtowing to Lin Meiyin, pleading, "Lin...Lin...Mr...Mr...Secretary...please...I...deserve...to...die..."

Looking at Lai Wu, who was stammering and unable to speak coherently, Lin Meiyin said disdainfully, "..." "Isn't this the female assassin who tried to kill Director Hua? She's a wanted criminal too! From now on, anyone who dares to lay a finger on her... Hmph!"

Lai Wu, upon hearing this, felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly replied, "Yes...yes...yes, I...I...I...won't...I...dare."

Seeing that Lai Wu was afraid, Lin Meiyin ignored his frantic pleas for mercy, glanced at Xiao Yan lying with her

eyes closed in the small cell, turned and left, gracefully heading towards the interrogation room. Lai Wu remained prostrate on the ground for a long time after Lin Meiyin left, only standing up when the sound of her high heels clicking on the ground completely disappeared. He groaned under his breath, cursing Lin Meiyin with the most vulgar words in his heart, but also helplessly sighed at his bad luck.

Lai Wu swallowed hard, staring at Xiao Yan's exposed, naked legs. He pulled out his key, locked the iron door of the cell, and muttered, "You little bitch, I'll teach you a lesson another day." Then he put away the key and chased after her down the corridor.

Lai Wu had been gone for a while when Xiao Yan slowly opened her eyes. She struggled to the small iron window, gripping the bars tightly, tears streaming down her face.

She had heard everything Lin Meiyin had said in the small cell. The familiar scent emanating from Lin Meiyin told her who she was. Tears of joy streamed down Xiao Yan's face as she spoke in a voice only she could hear, "Sister Nightingale, Xiao Yan knew you would come to save me." (

Chapter 61 , April 20th)

Hua Jianxiong returned home late at night, his body feeling utterly exhausted.

He had just returned from Fujiwara Kaori's boudoir, where a fierce battle was inevitable. He was worried about the aftermath of the Kitajima Shizuka case, and besides, he still had to report back to Commander Hashimoto. So, after leaving Li Ziwu's place today, he didn't return to his own office but instead arranged to meet Fujiwara at her boudoir.

The Kitajima case was intricate and complicated; it had been a difficult process to resolve the relationships between the various parties. He held multiple identities and had to navigate between them, leaving no room for error. He had carefully reviewed the case, and if anything went wrong, it would be because of that slutty woman, Fujiwara Kaori. Upon

meeting Fujiwara Kaori, he returned the Soul-Chasing Badge to her in person and confirmed that the autopsy report on Kitajima Shizuka provided by No. 76 had been filed and the case closed. He was still uneasy. Only when he saw Fujiwara, completely naked and exuding nonchalant and seductive charm, on the tatami mat did he finally feel relieved. Afterward, although Fujiwara Kaori repeatedly begged him to stay the night, he resolutely refused.

He had been utterly exhausted these past few days, juggling all sorts of tasks and working tirelessly, without

a single good night's sleep. So, upon arriving home, he didn't hesitate, took off his clothes, and collapsed into bed. Hua Jianxiong had originally planned to sleep soundly until dawn. The thorny case of Beidao Jing wasn't yet fully resolved, and he had important matters to attend to tomorrow night, so he needed to be well-rested.

However, just as he was sound asleep, as if deliberately working against him, the piercing ring of the telephone on his bedside table woke him up. With a hint of anger, Hua Jianxiong grabbed the receiver, glancing at the time—it was only a little before 7 a.m.

The voice on the other end of the line was Li Ziwu's excited voice, "Chief, we caught…"

"Caught what?" Hua Jianxiong's mind was still foggy, and hearing Li Ziwu's shouts, he couldn't help but frown.

"Chief, we've caught the Communist Party district secretary, that woman named Zhou Xueping!"

Hearing the name Zhou Xueping, Hua Jianxiong's mind immediately cleared. His anger vanished, replaced by exhilaration. He shouted into the phone, "What? You caught Zhou Xueping? Good, excellent! I'm on my way!" He hung up, got dressed, and left.

When Hua Jianxiong rushed to office number 76, Li Ziwu was already waiting at the door. Since it was still early, Liu Mei and Wang Fengyan hadn't arrived yet. Hua Jianxiong took out his key and opened his office door; Li Ziwu followed him in without missing a beat.

Before Hua Jianxiong could even ask a question, Li Ziwu began to speak animatedly: "Following the commander's instructions, I led my men in ambush near Zhou Xueping's hideout in the French Concession, keeping watch all night. Our efforts paid off; just as dawn was breaking, she returned and walked right into our trap. The moment she entered, we burst in..."

Hua Jianxiong was now seated in a leather chair, lighting a cigarette, patiently listening to Li Ziwu's detailed account of the capture of Zhou Xueping. After listening, he praised Li Ziwu highly, then eagerly asked, "Where is she being held now?"

Li Ziwu replied with a beaming smile, "I remembered the commander's instructions and treated Zhou Xueping with utmost courtesy, not even putting handcuffs on her. She's currently settled in my office, with two female clerks accompanying her, and double guards outside the door."

Hua Jianxiong nodded."Good, well handled... You said last time that this Zhou Xueping is the older sister of Zhou Liping, who was arrested last month?"

"Yes, that's right. Huang Keji said it himself. I've also verified it; they are indeed sisters." "Oh... who else is in their family?"

Li Ziwu was secretly pleased with himself; he had indeed investigated the Zhou sisters' situation carefully. Now that Hua Jianxiong had asked, it was his chance to shine. He said mysteriously, "These two sisters are the apple of Professor Zhou Minheng's eye at Tongji University. Their mother is the third daughter of the famous tobacco tycoon Shen Yueqian. It's a pity they both ran off to Chongqing with Chiang Kai-shek."

"Oh, so they come from a scholarly family, well-bred ladies. How did they end up suffering with the Communists?" Hua Jianxiong thought for a moment and said to Li Ziwu, "Alright, bring her over here, I'll meet her." Li Ziwu nodded repeatedly in agreement and jogged out of the office.

A short while later, with a flurry of footsteps, Li Ziwu pushed open the office door and politely ushered in a beautiful young woman wearing a light blue sleeveless cheongsam. Behind her followed closely were two female clerks from No. 76.

The moment Hua Jianxiong saw the beautiful young woman standing at the office door, he was immediately captivated by her stunning looks and elegant demeanor. Li Ziwu whispered in Hua Jianxiong's ear, "This is Zhou Xueping, identified by Huang Keji himself." Hua Jianxiong snorted but remained silent. He sat in his chair, expressionless, scrutinizing the Communist Party female district committee secretary who had fallen into his grasp.

Zhou Xueping's hair was styled in a glossy black bun, and her dignified and beautiful face revealed a resolute expression. Her arms, exposed outside her sleeveless cheongsam, were fair and delicate, and her straight, sexy thighs were faintly visible through the slit of the cheongsam. She wore black mid-heeled shoes, and her full breasts and slender waist drew Hua Jianxiong's admiration. Hua Jianxiong's mind flashed through the photo of Zhou Xueping in the case file, and he secretly compared it; there were indeed some resemblances.

Zhou Xueping stood still in the room, her beautiful eyes calm as still water, gazing out the window with disdain for Li Ziwu, who was bustling about, and the two female agents following closely behind.

Hua Jianxiong suddenly broke into a smile, stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked to Zhou Xueping.

Zhou Xueping remained motionless, not even glancing at him. Hua Jianxiong said with a forced smile, "Zhou Xueping, Miss Zhou? A pleasure to meet you. I have long admired Miss Zhou's name; it is truly an honor to meet you today."

Zhou Xueping's face remained expressionless, showing no reaction to Hua Jianxiong's polite greeting. Hua Jianxiong smiled awkwardly, "Miss Zhou comes from a prestigious family, and at such a young age, she's already holding her own in the Communist Party. She's truly a rare talent."

Seeing that Zhou Xueping didn't react to his flattery and attempts to get closer, Hua Jianxiong's heart sank slightly. He wiped the smile from his face, but still patiently said, "I think Miss Zhou is a sensible person. We invited you here hoping you'd cooperate with us. Please don't be a stranger, Miss Zhou."

Zhou Xueping, who hadn't even glanced at Hua Jianxiong, finally turned her gaze to him, revealing a contemptuous sneer. She parted her cherry lips and squeezed out a few words: "Traitor! Don't even think about it!"

Hearing these words, Hua Jianxiong felt a surge of anger rise to his head, and the veins on his forehead bulged. However, he still tried his best to suppress his anger, coughed twice, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. He said threateningly, "Miss Zhou, you have good integrity! But you should know what kind of place No. 76 is. If you don't cooperate with us here, the consequences for a young, beautiful, and high-status woman like you won't be pleasant! Miss Zhou, you must think it over carefully!"

At this point, Hua Jianxiong felt a little excited for some reason, and he felt himself getting aroused. However, with Li Ziwu and two female agents present, he quickly turned around and went back to his desk to avoid losing his composure.

Chapter 062

At this moment, Zhou Xueping felt a pang of regret. After she reported the situation to the leaders of the Municipal Party Committee last night, the Municipal Party Committee held a meeting overnight to discuss how to re-establish contact with "Feng" and finally instructed her to transfer immediately. As soon as it was

light, she rushed back, intending to pack up and notify Lao Ren to transfer before leaving Shanghai. But she didn't expect that as soon as she returned to her hideout, the door was kicked open and a large group of agents rushed in, and the leader was none other than Gou Ming, whom she had met before.

To Zhou Xueping's surprise, the agents who arrested her didn't tie her up. Although they all looked her up and down with lewd eyes, they were still very polite to her on the surface, even reminding her to take her luggage.

Zhou Xueping felt a little flustered when the agents rushed in, but she quickly calmed down. She tried to guess how the enemy had found her here and whether her other comrades were in danger.

Li Ziwu obviously didn't want Zhou Xueping to stay here for long. A large group of agents surrounded her, took her small leather suitcase that she had already packed, and escorted her to No. 76.

"Well, Miss Zhou, have you thought it over? Whether to cooperate with us or not is your choice." Hua Jianxiong noticed that Zhou Xueping was deep in thought, so he still held a sliver of hope of subduing the enemy without a fight.

From the moment she saw Hua Jianxiong, Zhou Xueping had already guessed who this handsome man who was trying so hard to persuade her was.

She had seen Hua Jianxiong's photo before at a meeting of the Municipal Party Committee; it was a side profile photo of Hua Jianxiong taken secretly by the Municipal Party Committee's anti-espionage team. Hua Jianxiong was a notorious traitor within the 76th Division, his hands stained with the blood of communists. The anti-traitor squad had long blacklisted him. Unfortunately, several attempts had failed.

Zhou Xueping saw through Hua Jianxiong's intentions, met his gaze with contempt, and coldly said, "Cooperation? You mean you want me to betray my comrades?" Zhou Xueping turned her face away and resolutely said, "Don't even think about it!"

Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong finally couldn't hold back any longer and jumped up, but he immediately tried his best to restrain himself, slowly lowering his hand that was raised to slam the table, forcing a smile, and said in a soft but firm tone, "No rush, no rush. I advise Miss Zhou to think it over more, lest you regret it later!"

Just then, Liu Mei's alluring figure appeared at the office door. She immediately saw Li Ziwu standing at the door, paused for a moment, and then saw Zhou Xueping standing opposite Hua Jianxiong with unyielding spirit.

Liu Mei's heart suddenly jumped, as if something had stabbed it. She knew Li Ziwu had been busy arresting communists these past few days. Could it be that the young woman glaring angrily at Hua Jianxiong in the office…?

She quickly and subtly sized up the woman before her, a flicker of shock crossing her eyes. Liu Mei had met Zhou Liping before, and with just one glance, she knew that this beautiful young woman was Zhou Xueping, whom she had never met before.

Liu Mei's heart felt as if it had been suddenly gripped tightly by a large hand, the pain making it hard to breathe. She hadn't expected things to deteriorate so quickly; Zhou Xueping had also been arrested. However, her face remained cold and expressionless. She nodded to Hua Jianxiong, ignoring Li Ziwu standing to the side.

"I have nothing to consider. You want to get our party's secrets from me? Don't even dream about it!" Zhou Xueping's resolute voice echoed in the office. Hua Jianxiong was a little embarrassed

. He suppressed his anger, his face darkening, and turned to Li Ziwu, saying, "Take Miss Zhou away, put on handcuffs, and let her think things through calmly. Don't say we didn't give her a chance."

Zhou Xueping smiled contemptuously at Hua Jianxiong, then glanced coldly at Liu Mei standing beside him. Without waiting for Li Ziwu's action, she turned and walked towards the door. Li Ziwu subconsciously glanced at Hua Jianxiong's expression and quickly followed with the two female agents.

Hua Jianxiong had already wearily sat back in his chair. Watching Zhou Xueping's figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, he grabbed Liu Mei's waist and laughed excitedly, "Do you know who that woman was?"

Before Liu Mei could answer, Hua Jianxiong continued, "Zhou Xueping! The secretary of the Communist Party district committee! That's a real big fish!"At this point, Hua Jianxiong's expression suddenly changed, and he said fiercely, "We must make her talk! She definitely knows something. We have reliable intelligence; she's the direct superior of that mole, 'Feng'!" Liu Mei's heart skipped a beat, and she leaned on Hua Jianxiong's shoulder discreetly, seemingly casually asking, "When does the section chief plan to interrogate this female party member?"

Hua Jianxiong took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, and squeezed Liu Mei's fair arm, saying, "Let's get this over with quickly, we won't give her much time to think."

Suddenly remembering something, Hua Jianxiong frowned and muttered to himself, "The shopkeeper we caught yesterday, Manager Duan, is that Communist mole's contact. Li Ziwu said he arranged for an overnight interrogation, but I don't know which incompetent is conducting it, and there's still no result."

Liu Mei's heart raced upon hearing this, but her face remained impassive, and she didn't utter a sound.

Hua Jianxiong looked up at Liu Mei and said, "Go check on the situation over there and tell those guys not to slack off. This is no small matter." Liu Mei obediently nodded, swayed her hips, and strode out quickly.

As soon as Liu Mei left, Hua Jianxiong checked his watch; it was already eight o'clock. He picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number. The call was to Xiao Hong's house, and the call was quickly answered.

"Hello," Xiao Hong's soft voice came through the receiver. A smile appeared on Hua Jianxiong's face, but he didn't speak, only tapping the receiver rhythmically with his fingers.

Hearing Xiao Hong's sudden rapid breathing on the other end of the line, Hua Jianxiong calmly put down the phone. He knew Xiao Hong understood his meaning. To prevent anyone from eavesdropping, Hua Jianxiong used a pre-arranged method to inform Xiao Hong that he would be visiting her that evening.

Chapter 063

Hua Jianxiong put down the phone, lit a cigarette, and while exhaling smoke, conceived his interrogation plan for Zhou Xueping. Images of Zhou Xueping's snow-white body beneath her blue cheongsam, her high breasts, her plump thighs, began to flash through his mind… He even fantasized about the pleasurable sensation of his large member entering Zhou Xueping's warm, moist vagina…

Suddenly, hurried footsteps approached, and with a bang, Liu Mei, pale-faced, pushed open the door. Her eyes were vacant, and she slumped into her chair, her full breasts heaving violently.

Hua Jianxiong was startled by her. Just as he was about to speak, two shirtless agents rushed in, immediately cowering to the side upon seeing him.

Hua Jianxiong knew something was wrong. Before he could ask, one of the agents stammered, head bowed, "Chief...Chief...that...that guy surnamed Duan...is...is dead..."

"What?" Hua Jianxiong slammed his hand on the table, his brows furrowing deeply. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray as he roared, "Dead? How could he be dead? What are you all doing...what happened? You killed such an important prisoner?"

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's furious expression, the agent couldn't utter a word. At this moment, Liu Mei, her face still as pale as a sheet of paper, trembled and whispered, "Suicide...he committed suicide."

"Suicide?" Hua Jianxiong's brows furrowed even more. Liu Mei stretched out a slender, fair hand and rubbed her chest to calm herself down slightly. She

then recounted the events that had occurred in the torture chamber in detail. Upon entering, Liu Mei saw Lao Duan, naked, strapped to a thick iron ring against the wall in a spread-eagle position. After a whole night of brutal torture, he was a bloody mess. His naked body was covered in whip marks, branding wounds, and cuts. One of his legs had been broken off by the tiger bench and was swollen like a bucket. What humiliated Liu Mei most was that a brick was hanging from Lao Duan's penis, and a thug was burning his pubic hair with a lit candle. The room reeked of acrid smoke.

Lao Duan's screams, high and low, almost made Liu Mei want to turn and flee this bloody place immediately, but she desperately restrained herself. Zhou Xueping had been arrested, Lao Duan had suffered unimaginable torture, and she might be next. She had to face the cruel reality.

Liu Mei steadied herself and, in her usual cold tone, ordered the thugs to stop. She wanted to assess Lao Duan's condition in person to devise a strategy.

Lao Duan panted heavily for a while before finally managing to lift his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Liu Mei, who was wearing a dark blue short-sleeved cheongsam. At that moment, Liu Mei's heart pounded wildly, fearing that Lao Duan would reveal his identity in his dazed state.

Unexpectedly, Lao Duan grinned strangely from his bleeding mouth, then gasped and said with difficulty, "Ha, this one today is more like it. Last night's was too inferior. You guys were really unfair..." He then burst into loud laughter.

Lao Duan's bizarre behavior left Liu Mei bewildered and momentarily stunned. But she immediately realized that Lao Duan was intentionally covering for her, and she couldn't help but feel like crying.

At this moment, one of the thugs standing nearby raised his whip and lashed it across Old Duan's dangling penis, cursing, "You old bastard, are you fucking looking for death? This is Secretary Liu..."

Another thug, seeing Liu Mei frown, quickly leaned in and whispered in her ear, "The old guy is cunning. Last night he actually dared to play us, nearly killing Li Rong, but afterwards he wouldn't confess anything."

Liu Mei immediately knew that Li Ziwu had used his old tricks again last night, using a female spy to seduce Old Duan. He must have made a bad deal.

At this moment, the thug stopped after lashing her a few more times. Liu Mei was about to speak when Old Duan suddenly opened his eyes wide, glaring at Liu Mei and roaring, "I've lived enough in this life. Dying in the arms of a beautiful woman, I'll die without regrets!"

Liu Mei was terrified. She understood the meaning behind Old Duan's words, especially his bloodshot eyes staring at her—he was clearly saying goodbye.

A panic gripped her. "Quick..." Liu Mei only managed to utter one word before she saw Lao Duan's head lurch forward, then he mustered all his strength and slammed heavily against the stone wall behind him. With a muffled "bang," Lao Duan's head struck the hard wall.

Liu Mei watched in horror as red blood and white brain matter sprayed horribly onto the dark, cold stone wall. Liu Mei involuntarily let out a short scream and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Her heart ached as if stabbed by a knife; she knew Lao Duan had committed suicide to protect her.

Hearing Liu Mei's scream, the thugs who had been stunned by the scream finally came to their senses and rushed forward, surrounding Lao Duan's body hanging on the wall, checking his heartbeat and eyelids, but it was all too late.

Hua Jianxiong listened to Liu Mei's horrified account, his face gradually darkening. As soon as Liu Mei finished speaking, he stormed up to the two terrified thugs, raised his hand, and slapped each of them twice. He roared, "A bunch of useless trash! What did Li Ziwu teach you? You almost killed someone during interrogation! You ruined my plans! Get out of here!" The two thugs, as if granted a reprieve, immediately covered their faces and fled.

Hua Jianxiong sighed, turned around, and pulled Liu Mei into his arms, saying, "Alright, alright, seeing how scared you are, I knew I shouldn't have asked you to go." He gently patted Liu Mei's back.

Liu Mei had gradually calmed down; Hua Jianxiong rarely held her so tenderly. For some reason, Liu Mei suddenly felt like crying. She took a deep breath, turned around, and said softly, "Jianxiong, I want to go inside and rest for a bit." She then gently pushed Hua Jianxiong away and went into the inner room of the office.

Watching Liu Mei's beautiful figure disappear into the inner room, Hua Jianxiong vaguely sensed that Liu Mei seemed somewhat unusual today.

"That Duan guy's death...sigh..."Hua Jianxiong was agitated; his good mood from just catching Zhou Xueping was ruined. He slumped back into his chair, his brow furrowed in deep thought.

With a creak, the door to the inner room opened, and Liu Mei quietly emerged, her expression now calm. She said somewhat apologetically to Hua Jianxiong, "Chief, I lost my composure just now; that scene really frightened me..."

Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. He smiled at Liu Mei and said, "Feeling better now?" Then he frowned and said, "With that Duan guy dead, that lead is gone. In the investigation of the Communist mole within our ranks, we only have Zhou Xueping left as a lead." He sighed, staring intently at Liu Mei's face, observing her reaction.

Chapter 64

Liu Mei seemed still immersed in the bloody scene in the interrogation room, showing no reaction to Hua Jianxiong's words. Hua Jianxiong deliberately emphasized, "This Zhou Xueping is the Communist Party's district committee secretary. According to Huang Keji, that mysterious Feng is directly under her command. She's in our hands; a rich young lady like her, we don't need to worry about her not talking." As

he spoke, Hua Jianxiong kept his eyes fixed on Liu Mei's pretty and sexy face. Liu Mei remained unmoved, not even blinking.

Hua Jianxiong breathed a sigh of relief, but a faint disappointment lingered. To be honest, he had been harboring resentment towards Liu Mei for suggesting that Zhou Liping be removed from the execution list, and his suspicions about Liu Mei lingered. Today, the shopkeeper Duan, who had met with "Feng," suddenly committed suicide in front of Liu Mei, making the ever-cautious and suspicious Hua Jianxiong seem to sense something amiss.

"With your intelligence and methods, Director, I believe you can definitely persuade Zhou Xueping to cooperate with us. Then that mole will naturally have nowhere to hide," Liu Mei suddenly spoke, her voice as cold and emotionless as ever.

"So she listened to everything I said..." Hua Jianxiong smiled slightly, reaching out to pull Liu Mei, who was standing beside him, onto his lap. He stroked her warm back as he teased, "Alright, my ice beauty, don't be so serious with me!" He then brought his nose to Liu Mei's fair neck, greedily inhaling her delicate fragrance, and tentatively said, "I wonder what Feng looks like. Li Ziwu said he'd seen her handwriting; it's delicate and graceful, most likely a woman, maybe even a great beauty like my secretary Liu!"

At this point, Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but reach for Liu Mei's high breasts, kneading them through her smooth silk cheongsam. "If I find her, do you know how I'll deal with her?" Hua Jianxiong

said, turning Liu Mei's face, which was resting on his shoulder, to face him, observing her reaction with a wolf-like, fierce gaze. At this moment, Liu Mei's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and her breathing was rapid. Her full breasts heaved violently, and her thighs were tightly wrapped around Hua Jianxiong's thighs, rubbing back and forth. She was clearly lost in the throes of passion.

Hua Jianxiong frowned when he saw Liu Mei's intoxicated state. He thought to himself that his previous efforts had been in vain. But a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he gently patted Liu Mei's face, saying, "Alright, wake up, Secretary Liu, go back to your work..."

Liu Mei took a deep breath, her breasts slowly rising. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, looking at Hua Jianxiong with longing eyes. She stood up, leaning on his shoulders, her movements unsteady. Suddenly, she rubbed her soft breasts against his shoulder and asked shyly, "Chief, what... what did you just say?

" Hua Jianxiong smiled wryly and was about to speak when there was a sudden knock on the office door. Before he could answer, the door was opened. Lin Meiyin stood at the door with a tense face.

Hua Jianxiong frowned and gestured towards Liu Mei. Liu Mei lazily straightened up, not even glancing at Lin Meiyin, who was now staring at her with a strange smile, and gracefully walked out, closing the door behind her.

Lin Meiyin walked slowly to Hua Jianxiong's desk, teasingly saying with a half-smile, "Director Hua and Secretary Liu are really in high spirits, being affectionate in the office so early in the morning, only to leave a dead body in the interrogation room for everyone to see." She then crossed her arms in annoyance.

Hua Jianxiong was startled: "Did Boss Zhou find out about Old Duan's suicide? Did he send her to interrogate him?" It shouldn't be this fast! Besides, such things are commonplace at No. 76, why would Boss Zhou bother with such a trivial matter?

But when he looked more closely at Lin Meiyin's strange expression, he suddenly realized what was going on and inwardly groaned. He knew Lin Meiyin must have gone to the interrogation room first and seen Kitajima Shizuka's body.

Kitajima Shizuka's body should have been disposed of yesterday according to procedure. However, early yesterday morning, the Hongkou Military Police Headquarters called, requesting Kitajima Shizuka's autopsy report. Hua Jianxiong knew that Commander Hashimoto needed to give an explanation to the Mei Agency, so he instructed the General Affairs Department to keep the body in the interrogation room for an extra day for autopsy and photography to report to the Japanese.

He heard from Wu Sibao that Lin Meiyin had been to the interrogation room yesterday and was present during the autopsy. At the time, he thought to himself that this woman was really quite concerned about Kitajima Shizuka's case.

He had seen the autopsy report and photos and thought that the matter was over with Boss Zhou. Of course, he also knew that the low-level clerks in the department who weren't even in charge of interrogating female prisoners would thoroughly defile the bodies of female prisoners. Especially young and beautiful female corpses, they would never let them go easily. But these were things that couldn't be discussed openly, and he never brought them up.

He had assumed that they had finished playing with Kitajima Shizuka's body yesterday and had disposed of it, so he hadn't inquired further. Who knew these bastards would play all night long, and Lin Meiyin would catch them in the act?

He couldn't help but feel a surge of anger: "These bastards, why haven't they cleaned up yet? Who's dragging their feet like this? I'll put them in solitary confinement and teach them a lesson!"

Lin Meiyin curled her lip and said indifferently, "No need! Your men are really outrageous, they don't even leave a dead person alone, they stripped He Xiaoyue's body naked and did filthy things… I've already taught them a lesson for you."

Hua Jianxiong grunted, then suddenly looked up at Lin Meiyin with a questioning gaze, unsure what she meant by "teach them a lesson."

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's somewhat uneasy expression, Lin Meiyin chuckled and said, "It's nothing serious. I fired a shot randomly and accidentally hit a guy."

"Oh," Hua Jianxiong snorted casually, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and started smoking.

"That kid's probably in the hospital by now; he shouldn't be dead," Lin Meiyin added.

Hua Jianxiong breathed a sigh of relief: "He's lucky." As he spoke, he gave Lin Meiyin's graceful figure, wrapped in a black velvet brocade cheongsam, a look that would make most women uncomfortable. Lin Meiyin felt uneasy under Hua Jianxiong's gaze, a blush rising on her face.

Meanwhile, Hua Jianxiong was secretly wondering, "Where would she keep her gun?" His gaze wandered over Lin Meiyin's body, but after a long while, he still couldn't figure it out.

"Don't look at me like that, okay?" Lin Meiyin finally got annoyed by his gaze and said shyly, her face flushed.

Hua Jianxiong touched his hair self-deprecatingly, as if trying to banish the strange thought from his mind, then chuckled to himself. He patted his head and stood up, walking closer to Lin Meiyin as he said, "Secretary Lin, you come here and immediately start interrogating me, giving me a headache!" Before he finished speaking, he unexpectedly pulled Lin Meiyin into his arms. Lin Meiyin cried out,

"Ah!"She gasped in surprise, trying to dodge, but a strong arm had already grabbed her firmly. Hua Jianxiong leaned in, bringing his nose close to Lin Meiyin's snow-white neck, inhaling deeply with exaggerated force. The intoxicating fragrance of the mature woman made him feel dizzy and intoxicated. He applied a little pressure with his hands and immediately felt the fullness of the woman's body. Just then, Lin Meiyin twisted her body and struggled out of his embrace.

Hua Jianxiong looked at Lin Meiyin with a shameless expression, bracing himself for her thunderous rage. Unexpectedly, Lin Meiyin smiled sweetly, blushing and shyly leaning closer, taking the initiative to nestle her soft body against Hua Jianxiong, and said gently, "I don't like this, in a place like the office..."

Hua Jianxiong's face lit up with a delighted smile. "Excuse me, excuse me..."

Lin Meiyin shook her head, stopping Hua Jianxiong's teasing. The room fell silent for a moment, no one uttering a sound. After a long while, Lin Meiyin seemed to suddenly remember something and said calmly, "The old man is here, waiting for you. Come with me to see him." She then gave Hua Jianxiong an inscrutable look, turned, opened the door, and left.

"The old man really came! Could it really be about that old Duan?" Hua Jianxiong sighed inwardly, his mood suddenly becoming heavy. He hurriedly followed Lin Meiyin out.

Chapter 065

In the old man's office, Hua Jianxiong always felt inexplicably oppressed. Lin Meiyin stood behind the old man's seat, her fair arms crossed over her chest, making her already full breasts appear even more prominent. What

Hua Jianxiong found most unbearable was that he could constantly feel Lin Meiyin's provocative gaze, as if testing his courage. Hua Jianxiong remained expressionless, though he could feel sweat slowly seeping from his body.

The old man, unable to see Lin Meiyin behind him, continued fiddling with the jade ring on his finger as he spoke to Hua Jianxiong, "That woman's death is nothing, as long as we got her confession. This way, I can give my superiors and the Japanese an explanation, preventing any awkwardness for anyone."

He paused, his eyes fixed on Hua Jianxiong, and suddenly changed the subject: "I heard you captured an important Communist figure?"

Seeing Hua Jianxiong nod, the old man continued, "Not bad, not bad, but…" He then took a cigarette from his pack, lit it with the light Lin Meiyin offered, and a wisp of

smoke drifted from his nose. The old man took another sip of tea before speaking slowly and deliberately, "Our most urgent task right now is to force Chongqing to change course. Once Chongqing changes course, the overall situation will be settled. Only then can we deal with the Communists."

Hua Jianxiong dared not delay and quickly nodded, saying, "Understood, subordinate."

The old man snorted and said, "The Chongqing side is still stubbornly clinging to their delusions and refuses to join us. Moreover, they know us inside and out, and have repeatedly assassinated our high-ranking officials, sabotaging Chairman Wang's indirect approach to saving the country. This time, they even broke the tacit agreement and assassinated the ambassador for establishing diplomatic relations.

Since they won't listen to reason, let's make them feel the pain. Didn't that woman give a confession? Let's follow the clues and wipe out the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics in Changchun."

The old man softened his tone at this point and said, "..." "The one who tied the knot must untie it. Since the problem arose on our side, we have no choice but to step in and resolve it. Besides, we need to give the Japanese and Manchukuo some face, lest we all lose face."

Hua Jianxiong's heart stirred slightly, but he was still unsure of the old man's meaning, so he asked somewhat nervously, "But the female assassin is dead, boss, what do you mean..."

The old man shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter that she's dead. Didn't that woman reveal the list of her accomplices? Immediately send a telegram to Changchun and have them send people to arrest her. We'll also send people there as an apology. Wasn't that woman active in Nanjing? If we can get clues about the Kuomintang and Central Bureau of Investigation's intelligence organizations in Beijing and Shanghai, wouldn't that be an unexpected bonus?"

Hua Jianxiong nodded and said, "I'll send the list to Changchun immediately using a coded telegram and arrange for capable people to go there."

The old man slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, shook his head, and said... "We were too careless last time. Such a big thing went wrong—the ambassador for establishing diplomatic relations was assassinated. These people are so unreliable. This time, you'll have to personally go through the trouble; I don't trust anyone else."

Hua Jianxiong's heart sank. To be honest, he really didn't want to leave Shanghai. They had just arrested Zhou Xueping today, and there was still a "Feng" hiding within their ranks.There's a little swallow locked up in the cell below, and Nightingale is still a mystery. Going to Changchun to appease the Japanese at this point would be a huge loss. But the old man had already spoken, and there was no room for negotiation.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's hesitation, the old man seemed to sense something and raised his eyelids, asking, "Jianxiong, what's troubling you?"

Hua Jianxiong quickly straightened up and said, "I'll set off for Changchun tomorrow."

The old man smiled with satisfaction and said, "I'm relieved you're going. Return as soon as you've finished your business there. Arrange for capable men to conduct a surprise interrogation of that Communist criminal, aiming for a swift and decisive victory."

Hearing the old man mention the Communist criminal, Hua Jianxiong's mind flashed to Zhou Xueping's elegant face and alluring figure. He sighed inwardly. It seemed he was no longer fortunate enough to be with such a superior woman. Time couldn't wait for him to return and interrogate her himself; this beautiful woman was only fit to be taken by those uncouth men who knew nothing of taste.

"Go on with your work," the old man said casually, tapping his cigarette ash.

Hua Jianxiong respectfully rose, bowed, turned, and left, carefully closing the door behind him. In the instant the door closed, he inadvertently glimpsed through the crack that Lin Meiyin, at the old man's prompting, was sitting on his lap…

Back in his office, Hua Jianxiong summoned Liu Dazhuang, instructing him to prepare and select two capable agents to accompany him to Changchun the next day. Liu Dazhuang was overjoyed at the prospect of going on business with Hua Jianxiong and left happily.

Then he called Wu Sibao over. Closing the door, Hua Jianxiong thoughtfully sized up Wu Sibao, who stood respectfully before him, and said slowly, "You'll interrogate Zhou Xueping, the Communist criminal we arrested today. Remember, use every means possible to make her confess. I need to know who the mole is!" Wu Sibao's face flushed red; this windfall clearly excited him.

However, after calming down slightly, a hint of hesitation appeared on his face: "Chief, you're not here. Li Ziwu… Deputy Chief Li… he's the one who arrested her…"

Hua Jianxiong knew Wu Sibao was worried that Deputy Chief Li Ziwu would take advantage of his absence to issue orders. He took a piece of paper, scribbled a few lines on it, threw it to Wu Sibao, and said with a cold smile, "Take this and ask him for her! Tell him it was me who said he shouldn't worry about this woman!"

Wu Sibao was overjoyed as he took Hua Jianxiong's warrant. His eyes darted around, a fawning smile spreading across his face. He said meaningfully to Hua Jianxiong, "Since the comrade is departing tomorrow, why not personally interrogate that woman today? Let your authority temper her arrogance."

Hua Jianxiong completely understood Wu Sibao's meaning. His heart stirred. Zhou Xueping's dignified and beautiful face, and her perfectly proportioned figure accentuated by her cheongsam and high heels, flashed through his mind. He felt a real urge stirring within him.

However, Hua Jianxiong swallowed hard and reluctantly suppressed the thought. He had no time or inclination for womanizing; he had more important matters to attend to immediately. Time was of the essence.

Hua Jianxiong waved his hand, "This beauty is yours! Show me what you're made of. If you can catch the traitor, then I haven't misjudged you."

Wu Sibao stood on his tiptoes, grinning widely and repeatedly agreeing.

Hua Jianxiong suddenly remembered Zhou Liping, who was imprisoned in the special prison: "That woman's sister is also in our hands; we must make good use of her." Wu Sibao, looking extremely grateful, patted his chest and assured him, "Chief, don't worry, I will definitely persuade her to cooperate with us."

After dismissing Wu Sibao, Hua Jianxiong called Liu Mei in and told her that he was going to Changchun immediately. A hint of surprise appeared on Liu Mei's cold and beautiful face. Hua Jianxiong reached out and stroked Liu Mei's plump thighs, which were exposed from the slit of her cheongsam. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart and tentatively said, "How about it, come with me on this trip?"

Liu Mei hesitated and shook her head, saying, "I'd better not go. If you leave, there will be no backbone here. If I'm not here, Feng Yan just arrived... Zhou Xueping, Xiao Yan, Feng—there are so many things to worry about..."

Hearing Liu Mei's words, Hua Jianxiong's mind raced. He realized that keeping Liu Mei at home would indeed be useful. So he nodded and instructed Liu Mei to arrange for the list of Changchun Military Intelligence personnel obtained from Beidao Jing to be sent to Changchun via coded telegram.

After Liu Mei left, Hua Jianxiong put his feet up on his desk and started smoking, secretly planning what arrangements he needed to make before leaving. A moment later, Wang Fengyan, wearing a peach-colored high-slit sleeveless cheongsam and peach-colored high heels, rushed in.

As soon as she entered, Wang Fengyan moved behind Hua Jianxiong, wrapping her two fair arms around his neck, resting her head on his face, and whispering in his ear with a slightly resentful, coquettish voice, "I heard from Sister Liu that you're going to Changchun tomorrow..."

Hua Jianxiong smelled the mature woman's fragrance emanating from Wang Fengyan, and his heart stirred. He could feel this woman's attachment to him. He smiled, patted Wang Fengyan's face, and turned to admire her sexy red lips and alluring eyes.

"What, you want to come to Changchun with me tomorrow?"

"Really? You're taking me?" Wang Fengyan immediately perked up. A bright smile appeared on her face, making her already beautiful face even more vivid and charming.

After arranging everything, Hua Jianxiong said to Wang Fengyan, "I still need to make some preparations. If anyone looks for me, just say I have to go out." After saying that, he picked up his briefcase and left.

Hua Jianxiong hailed a rickshaw, drove a short distance in the direction of home, and then ordered the driver to turn around and head straight for the train station. At the station, he boarded the next train and hurriedly went to Nanjing.

He had already investigated the situation at the East Asia Bank. When he arrived, it was almost closing time. He went straight to the bank manager's office and revealed his identity as the head of the Criminal Investigation Department, No. 76. The bank manager quickly ordered someone to retrieve safe deposit box No. 1033 according to his orders. The safe was opened, revealing a large, bulging envelope lying alone inside.

Hua Jianxiong's heart pounded. This was the reward for a human life. But in front of the bank clerk, he remained calm and didn't open the envelope. He casually put the envelope into his briefcase and caught the last train back to Shanghai.

Chapter 066

Xiao Hong spent the entire day in excitement and anticipation. After receiving Hua Jianxiong's call in the morning, she canceled all her planned arrangements.

Xiao Hong returned to Shanghai last night. The day before yesterday, she went to Nanjing as instructed by Hua Jianxiong. Through her inside connections in Nanjing, she quickly confirmed the existence of He Xiaoyue at Jinling University, but further investigation seemed to encounter invisible walls. She hit walls everywhere, unable to find any more valuable information, even regarding her family, which remained vague and unclear.

Xiao Hong realized something was amiss and used all her connections to investigate. Later, she actually found out about a former neighbor who was said to have been born in the same hospital around the same time, and who had even seen her parents a few years ago. Just

as she was about to follow the trail and continue her investigation, she received a message from Hua Jianxiong through an inside source, ordering her to return to Shanghai immediately. She had just returned last night and had been waiting for news from Hua Jianxiong. Sure

enough, she received the signal early this morning that he was coming in person. The wait was long. Xiao Hong went to the newspaper office in the morning and returned quickly. At home, she seemed restless, sometimes walking around in the villa's small garden, sometimes calling Amei over for a chat.

Seeing Xiao Hong's anxious appearance, Amei's eyes sparkled with a playful light as she asked, "Sister Xiao, is there some good news?" Xiao Hong laughed, "You little rascal, you're such a clever girl." Hua Jianxiong had come here more than once or twice, and Amei was the only person besides Xiao Hong who had seen his face. As Xiao Hong's confidante, Amei controlled the key to the small gate in the backyard of the villa, and that was how Hua Jianxiong always entered the villa.

Finally, darkness fell, and Amei, visibly excited, went to the backyard, winking her bright eyes at Xiao Hong as she left.

Looking at the time, it wasn't even 7 o'clock yet. Xiao Hong began her meticulous preparations; she wanted to greet Hua Jianxiong in her most perfect form. After bathing, she returned to her bedroom and changed into an exquisite light blue silk lingerie set, matching garters, and flesh-colored stockings.

After draping a thin, transparent gauze over it, Xiao Hong stared blankly at herself in the mirror. In the mirror, she appeared gentle, charming, and incredibly sexy. Even without makeup, Xiao Hong's beauty was extraordinary. Her rosy lips, straight nose, and large, clear eyes sparkled with mature allure. Her noble yet sexy气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance) was something most women lacked. And all of this belonged entirely to Hua Jianxiong, whom she deeply loved.

Looking in the mirror, thinking that Hua Jianxiong would be arriving soon, Xiao Hong felt a slight flush on her face, and in a daze, she felt like a woman waiting for her husband, who had been away for a long time, to return home. This feeling was wonderful. "Maybe after this chaotic world ends, I can become Hua Jianxiong's wife," Xiao Hong thought to herself, a sweet smile spreading across her face as she looked in the mirror.

It was late when Hua Jianxiong arrived at the small iron gate in the backyard of the villa.

The gate was open; Amei had been waiting there for who knows how long, but as soon as Hua Jianxiong appeared, she greeted him with a beaming smile. Hua Jianxiong nodded to her, but because his hat was pulled low, Amei could only see the lower half of his face. She playfully pointed to a window upstairs where the lights were on. Hua Jianxiong entered the villa without a word, leaving Amei staring at his retreating figure, her delicate fingers twirling the end of her braid.

Pushing open the slightly ajar door, Hua Jianxiong quietly entered the bedroom. Through the pink gauze curtains covering the bed, he saw Xiao Hong leaning against the headboard with her eyes closed. The hazy effect of the curtains, combined with Xiao Hong's sexy attire, made Hua Jianxiong's heart race and his breathing quicken instantly. Hua Jianxiong tossed his hat aside and went to the bedside.

Xiao Hong's feet, clad in pink high-heeled slippers, peeked out from under the bed. Hua Jianxiong knelt down and gently ran a finger along the instep of Xiao Hong's right

foot, which was covered in stockings. The stockings were thin, and although the room's warm lighting was dim, Hua Jianxiong could still clearly see the faint blue veins against her fair skin. He gently removed Xiao Hong's pink high-heeled slippers, cradling her small, delicate feet in his hands.

From the moment Hua Jianxiong's gentle touch touched her instep, Xiao Hong had already awakened. Although love and excitement surged through her like a tidal wave, she resisted the urge to rise and throw herself into Hua Jianxiong's arms.

Hua Jianxiong's hands were so gentle, his breath so familiar, and the way he caressed and kissed her feet was a tingling, blissful sensation. At that moment, she knew she was Hua Jianxiong's goddess!

Hua Jianxiong's hand moved upwards from Xiao Hong's feet, down her calves encased in stockings, to her rounded knees. Hua Jianxiong loved the smooth, delicate feel of the stockings. With each caress, Xiao Hong let out a soft moan. Seeing the blush creeping onto her beautiful face and the alluring curves of her body barely concealed beneath her white silk dress, Hua Jianxiong's fiery desire stirred within him.

Xiao Hong's eyes were slightly open as she watched her beloved man clumsily and frantically remove her clothes, revealing his muscular body. The powerful bulge in his flesh sent a shiver down her spine.

She watched as Hua Jianxiong's heavy body pressed down on her, kissing her passionately, his hands caressing every inch of her skin, tearing off her light blue bra and sexy panties, his fingers exploring the most intimate and tender parts of her body.

Xiao Hong felt a suffocating pleasure, as if her soul were being squeezed out of her body. Hua Jianxiong's love was so intense and brutal. In a hazy, dreamlike state, Xiao Hong felt her legs being irresistibly spread apart, and then Hua Jianxiong's fiery, large member forcefully entered the depths of her body. Xiao Hong moaned ecstatically…Hua Jianxiong thrust in and out, the tight, moist vagina of Xiao Hong and her enchanting moans bringing him endless pleasure and satisfaction. With Xiao Hong's tender and tacit cooperation, he changed positions and enjoyed her flawless body to the fullest.

As he convulsed and began to ejaculate, shooting large amounts of semen into Xiao Hong's body, Xiao Hong's sensitive body involuntarily convulsed. She tightly embraced Hua Jianxiong's sweaty, muscular body, letting out a cry of ecstasy…

The bed curtains were already hung, and Hua Jianxiong, draped in a thin blanket, leaned against the headboard, while Xiao Hong nestled in his arms with her eyes closed, immersed in blissful tranquility.

Xiao Hong's slender, white fingers gently stroked Hua Jianxiong's bare thighs, suddenly touching something. She slightly raised her head and softly asked in a gentle voice, "Is this the wound from the assassination attempt a few days ago?"

Hua Jianxiong hummed in response. The pain in Xiao Hong's eyes was unmistakable. He patted Xiao Hong's bare shoulder and said, "The injury isn't serious, it's almost healed... You really scared me that day. Who told you to come to No. 76 to find me? Don't do anything so foolish again!"

Xiao Hong shyly stuck out her tongue, nodded, and whispered, "I was just worried about you... Jianxiong, I saw that female assassin being tortured beyond recognition by your men... You all treat female prisoners like this... I really feel sorry for her."

Hua Jianxiong smiled and sighed, "No poison, no hero!"

Xiao Hong sighed, her face filled with melancholy, and said, "I don't know why, but lately I've had a bad feeling. What if one day my identity is exposed..."

Hua Jianxiong was taken aback, then laughed, "How could that be! Don't think like that. You're not directly handling intelligence on the front lines, and besides, I'm here."

Saying this, Hua Jianxiong hugged Xiao Hong's naked body tightly and whispered gently in her ear, "I won't let anyone hurt you!" Xiao Hong felt a surge of warmth in her heart upon hearing these words.

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