[Urban] Infiltration V2.0 (Complete) - 1-3

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Chapter 001 of Part 1:

Early summer in Shanghai was already quite humid. Hua Jianxiong had been busy behind his large desk for quite some time, reviewing numerous official documents and organizing reports to be submitted. Looking at the mountain of documents on his desk, he couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration.

As the head of the Criminal Investigation Department of No. 76, he spent half a day every week doing these tedious tasks. This time, he had just returned from a long business trip, and the documents piled up for several weeks were making him dizzy and irritable.

He had thought that his trip to Changchun would only take ten days to two weeks, but it had dragged on for a month. Things at home were piling up, especially several important cases that were stuck and couldn't be closed, causing his subordinates to complain endlessly. In the end, it was his father who spoke up, and he couldn't wait for things in Changchun to be resolved, so he made some arrangements and rushed back.

Actually, No. 76 also had a respected figure, his direct superior, Director Ding. However, Hua Jianxiong always followed the old man's lead and didn't really respect Director Ding. Besides, Director Ding was all talk and no action; he disdained the "dirty work" like investigation, arrest, and interrogation.

Hua Jianxiong also had a deputy named Li Ziwu, who should have acted on Hua Jianxiong's behalf when he was on business trips. However, Li Ziwu always handled fieldwork, and Hua Jianxiong always felt that this man was not very trustworthy, with his small eyes always darting around, as if he was up to no good. The position of head of the Criminal Investigation Department was no small matter, and he dared not be careless. So when he was on business trips, he only let Li Ziwu handle field investigations, entrusted interrogation to his two capable subordinates, and entrusted all matters of the department to his most trusted personal secretary to manage and report directly to him.

However, there were many things that, after all, required his personal decision as the head of the department, such as the large pile of interrogation, case closure, and execution reports that he was currently reviewing.

Finally, he signed the last case report. It was a thick file on a female prisoner named Zhou Liping, containing all the materials from her arrest to her interrogation. Hua Jianxiong had seen many such files. He glanced at the first page, at the not-so-clear half-body photograph of the female prisoner. From the photo, she appeared to be a somewhat attractive young woman. "She must be a beauty," Hua Jianxiong thought. In his experience, the photos taken by the department's so-called high-end cameras always looked somewhat distorted compared to the real person.

He continued flipping through the pages, finding numerous interrogation transcripts. He wasn't particularly interested in the content and went straight to the last page, which was the case report. The report concluded: "This prisoner is stubborn and unrepentant. Despite repeated interrogations, she still refuses to confess. Execution is recommended." Hua Jianxiong frowned as he looked at the three crookedly written characters of Liu Dazhuang at the end. Liu Dazhuang was his trusted subordinate, someone he had always relied on. Hua Jianxiong, however, didn't like this ruthless, burly man. But he was a master of interrogation. Like many of his henchmen, he had a particular interest in torturing female prisoners. Few prisoners handed over to him refused to confess. But this

female communist, Zhou Liping, was clearly an exception.

Hua Jianxiong pressed a button on his desk. Soon, the heavy office door opened, and a cold, beautiful young woman in a light blue suit and black high heels entered. This woman was his personal secretary, Liu Mei, the famous cold beauty of Unit 76. Everyone in Unit 76 knew that Liu Mei was Hua Jianxiong's woman.

Looking at Liu Mei's long, beautiful legs exposed outside her short skirt and her proud breasts that seemed about to burst open her top, Hua Jianxiong felt an uncontrollable desire rising within him.

Liu Mei gracefully walked to Hua Jianxiong's side, her beautiful eyes seemingly casually glancing at the files spread out on the table. Before she could even speak, Hua Jianxiong pulled her onto his lap, and his large hand eagerly began to caress her thigh, encased in flesh-colored stockings.

Instantly, Liu Mei seemed like a different person; the coldness she displayed upon entering vanished. Under Hua Jianxiong's experienced yet somewhat rough caresses, a blush gradually rose on her face, and her body writhed slightly. As Hua Jianxiong's large hand moved towards her high, firm breasts, she couldn't help but let out an alluring moan.

Liu Mei felt her lower body quickly become wet. Hua Jianxiong had been on a business trip to Changchun for over a month and hadn't touched her in a long time. After returning yesterday, he didn't even see her before going to the Japanese Military Police Headquarters. She knew that Hua Jianxiong had extremely close ties with the Japanese, and therefore held considerable influence within the 76th Division. She also knew that the relationship between Fujiwara Kaori, the female agent of the Japanese Military Police Headquarters, and Hua Jianxiong was extraordinary.

"Jianxiong probably went to sleep with that Japanese beauty last night." Liu Mei was surprised that she would utter the vulgar word "sleep" in her mind.

She knew Jianxiong would be in the office reviewing files today, so she got up early to dress up and arrived at the office early. But she didn't expect Hua Jianxiong to arrive even earlier. She went in to serve him tea and then left. Jianxiong didn't stop her; he just frantically reviewed the mountain of materials piled up on his desk.

It was almost an open secret at No. 76 that Liu Mei was Hua Jianxiong's mistress, but at the same time, her icy demeanor was also perplexing. Many people were captivated by Liu Mei's beauty, but at the same time, they wondered if she was as cold as ice in bed. Of course, only Hua Jianxiong knew Liu Mei's fiery performance in bed.

Hua Jianxiong glanced casually at the case file on the table, stroking it as he asked Liu Mei, who was panting from his ministrations, "Did you give Zhou Liping's case to Liu Dazhuang?" "Um…no, you approved it for him…" "Me?" Hearing Hua Jianxiong's surprised voice, Liu Mei snapped out of her dazed state. "Yes, you forgot that before you went to Changchun, when I gave you the prisoner interrogation assignment list, I specifically reminded you about this female prisoner named Zhou Liping." "Oh, really?" Hua Jianxiong vaguely recalled. A little over a month ago, when Liu Mei gave him the interrogation list, she had indeed specifically reminded him that this female prisoner named Zhou Liping was very important. As his woman, Liu Mei knew Hua Jianxiong too well; she knew he had a particular fondness for interrogating beautiful female prisoners. So every time there was a female prisoner, she would personally review it and remind Hua Jianxiong which one was the "most important criminal.""Oh, I remember now. We were going to Changchun, and I just casually assigned it to Liu Dazhuang. You even volunteered to take on the case, didn't you…?" "Yeah, but you didn't agree…" "Hmph, even Liu Dazhuang has his off days. I want to see what kind of woman this is, that she can withstand Liu Dazhuang's torture. Go tell Liu Dazhuang to bring her here. This guy always brags that he's the most powerful person in the Criminal Investigation Department; let him show his true colors today." "Yes," Liu Mei agreed, getting up from Hua Jianxiong's lap, tidying her long hair, and returning to his side after relaying his order.

Chapter 002

A short while later, Liu Dazhuang and two of his thugs escorted the female prisoner in.

Seeing the disheveled state of the female prisoner, Hua Jianxiong frowned. This female prisoner, named Zhou Liping, was half-carried in. After entering, the thugs holding her released her at Liu Dazhuang's signal and left. The female prisoner immediately collapsed onto the carpet as if her bones had shattered.

Hua Jianxiong leaned forward to examine the woman lying on the ground, clearly enduring pain without uttering a sound. She was wearing a tattered, blood-stained white cheongsam. It had probably been hastily put on her earlier; the side zipper wasn't even zipped up, revealing that she was naked underneath.

Hua Jianxiong looked at the half-body photograph of Zhou Liping in the case file in his hand, finding it hard to believe that this disheveled woman lying on her side was the same pretty young girl in the photograph.

The half-dead woman on the ground had a swollen, distorted face, her hair disheveled and stuck together in clumps with blood. In many places, her hair was missing, revealing her bleeding scalp. Her nose was twisted, and all the fingernails and toenails on her hands and feet had been pulled out, leaving only purplish-black scabs. One leg was strangely bent, swollen like a bucket, clearly broken by the tiger bench. The skin exposed outside her clothes was covered with whip marks and blackish-red charred marks left by branding irons. Hua Jianxiong knew that the parts of the woman's body covered by the cheongsam were probably even more appalling.

Hua Jianxiong glanced at Liu Dazhuang, who stood somewhat bewildered to the side. "A reckless fellow, all he knows is brute force," Hua Jianxiong thought. Feeling Hua Jianxiong's gaze sweep over him, Liu Dazhuang quickly lowered his head and said, "Chief, I've done my best to interrogate this female Communist prisoner, using every kind of torture. But this woman is impervious to both soft and hard approaches..." Hua Jianxiong subconsciously glanced at the vibrant, beautiful figure in the case file photo, then at the mangled body lying on the ground, and waved his hand to interrupt Liu Dazhuang, saying, "You haven't let her rest for a month, have you? Didn't you always boast that no woman handed over to you would remain silent?" Liu Dazhuang lowered his head in fear and unease, remaining silent like a mute.

When Hua Jianxiong casually handed this young and beautiful female Communist to him, he was almost ecstatic. Interrogating young female prisoners was his favorite. Not only were they easy to break through, but he could also take advantage of them. Unexpectedly, Zhou Liping's repeated interrogations, while yielding some benefits, failed to extract any valuable information.

He was utterly loyal to Hua Jianxiong, but also fearful of him, lest he lose favor. Therefore, he always worked extra hard. This fruitless interrogation was a huge blow to him. Seeing that further interrogation might lead to the female prisoner's death, he had no choice but to reluctantly submit a report requesting the case be closed.

Fortunately, Hua Jianxiong only wanted to dampen his spirits and didn't want to embarrass his dejected subordinate too much. After all, this guy was quite diligent. This was his way of managing people.

Hua Jianxiong snorted, "I never would have guessed such a young girl could be such a stubborn person." Hearing Hua Jianxiong's tone change, Liu Dazhuang quickly seized the opportunity, nodding, "Your Excellency is wise. After taking over, I interrogated her overnight..." At this point, Liu Dazhuang nervously glanced at Liu Mei standing behind Hua Jianxiong, seemingly hesitant to speak.

Seeing this, Hua Jianxiong waved his hand, "Don't hold back, speak freely." Liu Dazhuang immediately said, "My four men and I interrogated her overnight. First, we tried to break her down mentally. Then we whipped her, branded her with hot irons, used the tiger bench, poured chili water down her throat, and finally subjected her to the 'woman's torture.' Secretary Liu also came to inspect the interrogation room. But this little woman was impervious to fire and water, and we ultimately gained nothing. I'm incompetent." Hua Jianxiong sneered inwardly. He understood, of course, what Liu Dazhuang meant by breaking her down mentally. Beautiful female prisoners are inevitably raped during interrogation, which is one of the tricks of interrogating female prisoners. Many female prisoners break down when they are stripped naked, but some become even more resistant to men after being violated. As for women's torture, it is a method of torture specifically designed for women's bodies, such as pricking the nipples with needles, whipping the genitals, and inserting red-hot iron bars into the female prisoner's vagina and anus. These are all methods of torture that cause female prisoners unbearable pain, and few can endure them.

To Hua Jianxiong's surprise, Liu Mei was also present when Zhou Liping was interrogated. Everyone was aware of the sordid things that happened during the interrogation of female prisoners, so the female staff of No. 76 generally avoided the scene of female prisoners' torture as much as possible.

Hua Jianxiong suddenly remembered that Liu Mei had asked him to take over the interrogation of Zhou Liping. He turned thoughtfully to the expressionless Liu Mei behind him and said, "Secretary Liu, you're in high spirits!" Liu Mei didn't respond to Hua Jianxiong's words, but coldly glanced at Liu Dazhuang and said, "Liu Dazhuang, you're really something. A surprise interrogation all night. I arrived outside the interrogation room at eight o'clock, and by the time we had supper, you still hadn't gotten to the point. I had to give up because I was getting impatient." Liu Dazhuang immediately blushed. He wanted to argue, but considering the relationship between Liu Mei and Hua Jianxiong, he gave up the idea. He lowered his head, not daring to speak, but inwardly cursed, "So she was outside at eight o'clock. I thought she couldn't sleep because she didn't have a man, so she came to watch the fun in the middle of the night." Hua Jianxiong, sensing the hidden meaning in Liu Mei's words, immediately understood what had happened. Zhou Liping had been gang-raped by Liu Dazhuang and his four men for a full four hours as soon as she entered the interrogation room; they must have used quite a few methods. Thinking of this, and looking at the shapely woman's body on the ground, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

He looked away from the barely alive female prisoner and sighed inwardly. Habitually, he waved his hand at Liu Dazhuang and said, "Take her away. Execute her secretly tonight. Don't try anything funny." With that, he quickly signed "Secret Execution" at the end of the case file and tossed it to Liu Dazhuang.

Liu Dazhuang hurriedly took the file and called his men to come in and lift the woman off the ground.Just as Zhou Liping was being dragged away, she suddenly raised her head, stared at Hua Jianxiong with contempt, and said in a weak voice, "You traitors and sellouts will not have a good end..." Before she could finish speaking, Liu Dazhuang, enraged, slapped her across the face, making her mouth and nose bleed. Liu Dazhuang hurriedly shouted, "Take her away quickly!" After saying that, he bowed and scraped as he retreated.

Chapter 003

Watching Liu Dazhuang take the person away, Hua Jianxiong felt a fire burning in his heart. "Traitor? Sellout? Sigh..." Hearing Hua Jianxiong's sigh, Liu Mei walked from behind him to his side and comforted him in a sweet voice, "This woman is crazy..." Hua Jianxiong did not reply, but turned around and glanced at Liu Mei, his eyes red as he pointed at the desk and whispered an order, "Kneel down!" Hearing Hua Jianxiong's order, Liu Mei was stunned for a moment. But she obediently sat down at the table first, then lifted her beautiful legs onto the table, and then turned over to kneel on the table with her body facing sideways towards Hua Jianxiong. At this moment, Liu Mei felt her lower body quickly become wet again. With anticipation, she slightly twisted her sexy round buttocks, waiting for Hua Jianxiong's caresses.

Hua Jianxiong slowly caressed Liu Mei's round buttocks, unable to feel her panties underneath. His hand drew circles on Liu Mei's buttocks, then slowly slid down to her legs. He felt the firmness of her thighs and the smoothness of her stockings, and her shapely calves were also very perfect. Hearing Liu Mei writhing and moaning as he touched her, he was very satisfied with Liu Mei. She was a good assistant at work, his efficient secretary. Outside of work, she was the perfect mistress for him to vent his lust.

As he took off Liu Mei's left high heel, he thought that it had been about a month and a half since he had been with her. He knew that Liu Mei was a woman with a strong sex drive and fiery passion, but usually she was cold and aloof. Such a woman easily aroused a man's desire to conquer her.

Holding Liu Mei's small, slender feet, Hua Jianxiong could feel their soft warmth even through the stockings. He brought his nose close to her feet, inhaling greedily. Liu Mei supported herself on her knees, raising her legs to meet his movements. Her eyes were already glazed, and she was panting heavily.

A faint fragrance mingled with the leather scent of her high heels wafted into Hua Jianxiong's nostrils. Liu Mei was a woman who knew how to take care of herself; her skin was delicate, tender, and juicy. Judging from her fresh and alluring appearance, she had probably gotten up early this morning and dressed up, waiting for him to enjoy her delicious body. Thinking of this, his lust intensified.

Although he had been with the Japanese beauty Fujiwara Kaori several times last night, his robust physique and strong libido still left him feeling energetic. In particular, Zhou Liping's curses had further aroused him. He hated the Communists; many had died at his hands. But that weak woman had dared to call him a traitor and a sellout, which truly enraged him.

"Hmph, traitor, sellout!" Hua Jianxiong thought bitterly, his hand leaving Liu Mei's feet and grabbing her full, firm breasts, kneading them angrily. Liu Mei groaned in pain, but her eyes shone with ecstasy.

Watching Liu Mei's expression of pain and pleasure under his ministrations filled him with pleasure. He enjoyed torturing women, and Liu Mei was happy to be tortured by him. No one would have imagined that such an ice-cold beauty was a woman who derives satisfaction and pleasure from torture. Therefore, it wasn't surprising that Liu Mei wanted to see the torture chamber.

Once before, Hua Jianxiong had taken Liu Mei to the torture chamber and tortured and raped her all night. He gagged her sexy little mouth, tied her to the rack, whipped her, poured water down her throat, and pricked her toes and nipples with needles. After torturing Liu Mei until she was completely powerless, he took turns brutally fucking her mouth, vagina, and anus.

After that incident, Liu Mei lay in bed for a whole day, but later she expressed her true wish to become a female prisoner interrogated by Hua Jianxiong. At that time, Hua Jianxiong said while thrusting into her, "If that's the case, you're finished." But Liu Mei moaned and gasped, "I'm willing. Maybe one day I really will become a Communist and fall into your hands." Of course, Hua Jianxiong only took these as Liu Mei's delirium.

Hua Jianxiong adjusted Liu Mei's position so that her buttocks faced him. This man, whom she both loved and hated, roughly unzipped her short skirt, and then, with her cooperation, the skirt was pulled down and thrown to the ground. Her lower body was left only with stockings, garters, and a pair of white panties deeply embedded in her buttocks. The panties were small, made up of just a few thin straps. They were expensive imported goods, which she had specially changed into today. She knew how easily such panties could drive a man crazy. Hearing the sudden, rapid breathing behind her, she knew her efforts had not been in vain.

Hua Jianxiong used two fingers to lift Liu Mei's sexy, small panties, letting the thin straps dig tightly into her already slightly parted, juicy private parts.

"Ah..." Liu Mei let out a soft, intoxicating moan. Hua Jianxiong could no longer restrain himself. The panties were twisted downwards into a thin rope, stopping at the back of Liu Mei's legs. The woman's snow-white buttocks were shockingly exposed, her light brown anus and pink, glistening vulva exuding an alluring fragrance.

Hearing the "hiss" of a zipper being pulled down, Liu Mei immediately felt Hua Jianxiong's thick, hot penis pressed against her anus. A sense of tension welled up inside her. She knew that Hua Jianxiong's unusually large penis entering her unprepared was excruciatingly painful.

He had violated her anus in the same way in the interrogation room. His thick, unlubricated penis had forcefully penetrated her narrow anus, and even with her mouth gagged, she had desperately let out pitiful screams. But Liu Mei didn't intend to stop Hua Jianxiong's entry. She didn't want to spoil his fun, and she also longed for the pleasure that came alongside the pain. But the penis didn't penetrate; it merely rubbed against her anus for a while before forcefully thrusting into her wet vagina without pause.

"Ah..." Liu Mei involuntarily let out a joyful moan, her buttocks thrusting wildly in response to Hua Jianxiong's rough and forceful thrusts. Hua Jianxiong's firm abdomen slammed against Liu Mei's bare buttocks, producing a series of slapping sounds, accompanied by increasingly loud "gurgling" thrusting sounds, making it difficult to control oneself.

The two were frantically copulating, Hua Jianxiong kneading Liu Mei's soft breasts from behind while his lower body throbbed violently. Liu Mei was pushed to the peak of ecstasy time and time again, until she was exhausted, and only then did she hear Hua Jianxiong's deep roar. Then came the violent convulsions of his large, engorged penis filling her vagina, and hot, thick semen gushed into her depths. With Hua Jianxiong's climax, Liu Mei was pushed to orgasm again, large streams of vaginal fluid flowing down her body. After

a long silence, Hua Jianxiong's breathing gradually calmed down. He released Liu Mei's body and slumped into the large chair. Panting, Liu Mei slid to the floor, pulled up her panties to cover her still-wet lower body, and then naturally knelt beside Hua Jianxiong. She opened her sexy red lips and took his still-erect penis into her mouth, carefully licking away the slippery fluid until Hua Jianxiong, satisfied, pushed her flushed face away.

"You can leave now. I need to be alone," Hua Jianxiong said with a long sigh. Liu Mei didn't say a word, silently putting on her stripped skirt, carefully tidying her slightly disheveled hair, and quietly leaving the office, meticulously closing the door behind her.

Watching the woman who had just satisfied him disappear behind the door, Hua Jianxiong looked away, noticing the traces of water left on his desk. He smiled silently. Those were Liu Mei's drops of vaginal fluid. His agitation vanished; women truly were the best way to heal.

Whenever Hua Jianxiong was tense, frustrated, or fearful, he needed a woman. He had many mistresses, some of whom he only saw once in a long while. Liu Mei was the only woman he spent every day with, and also the woman who suited his heart the most. But he had never told her his most secret thoughts.

"Bearing a heavy burden of humiliation!" Hua Jianxiong sighed heavily in his heart, thinking about his mission and secret identity, and his heart suddenly felt heavy.

As a high-ranking secret agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Hua Jianxiong had been tasked with infiltrating the Japanese from the moment he joined the Bureau. Because he had studied in Japan in his youth, he knew many Japanese friends, some of whom were already important figures in the Japanese military and political circles. He even had a godfather in Japan, Yamamoto Genichi.

Yamamoto was a veteran soldier with extensive connections in the political world. He met Hua Jianxiong by chance and took a great liking to the 21-year-old, taking him as his godson and hinting that he would marry his 14-year-old daughter to him, hoping that he would stay in Japan. But Hua Jianxiong's passionate youthful feelings made him reject Yamamoto Genichi's kind offer without hesitation.

Hua Jianxiong returned to China and soon joined the Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB), becoming a secret agent. After learning of his connections with the Japanese, the MIB began to exploit various opportunities to create a false image of him as pro-Japanese. When the Wang Jingwei regime was established, he seized the opportunity to "defect" and join its ranks.

Because many MIB, Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), and even the Nationalist government had infiltrated the Wang Jingwei regime, coupled with his Japanese friends and consistent pro-Japanese behavior, no one suspected him, and he was quickly given important positions. More importantly, some of Yamamoto Genichi's former subordinates were now high-ranking officers in the invading Japanese army. Under Yamamoto Genichi's patronage, his backing was even more secure. Even Japanese intelligence agencies took notice of him, secretly establishing direct contact and viewing him as an informant planted within the Wang Jingwei regime.

Since becoming the head of the Criminal Investigation Department, Hua Jianxiong had investigated numerous cases, some involving the Communist Party, others involving the MIB and CBIS intelligence organizations. Due to the special mission entrusted to him by the MIB leadership, he showed no mercy to any MIB personnel who fell into his hands. Some members of the Military Intelligence Bureau even threatened to assassinate him, this traitor and bloodthirsty executioner. This gave him another layer of protection.

Few knew his true identity; besides the upper echelons of the Military Intelligence Bureau, only his contact, Xiao Hong, knew him.

Xiao Hong was the head of a secret intelligence group the Military Intelligence Bureau had placed in Shanghai. Hua Jianxiong was her instructor when she first joined the Bureau. Although Hua Jianxiong was only seven years older than her, she had to listen to his instructions with utmost respect. During subsequent training, Xiao Hong developed an admiration for Hua Jianxiong and eventually fell into his arms, giving him her virginity. Therefore, before coming to Shanghai, Hua Jianxiong specifically requested Xiao Hong to be his contact. Hua Jianxiong knew that the power of love could make a woman give everything for a man without betraying him.

Thinking of Xiao Hong, Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but recall her graceful figure outlined by her well-fitting cheongsam. He hadn't seen her in a long time.

Xiao Hong's public identity was a reporter for a local daily newspaper. The main task of her intelligence group was to liaise with Hua Jianxiong and pass on intelligence. Of course, they also gathered their own intelligence, but the purpose was to give Xiao Hong's subordinates something to do, thus covering up Xiao Hong's real mission. Those few subordinates, though carefully selected intelligence personnel, were unaware of the true relationship and mission between Xiao Hong and Hua Jianxiong.

Organizationally, Hua Jianxiong was Xiao Hong's superior, and she obeyed him. However, a large amount of valuable intelligence was passed from Hua Jianxiong to Xiao Hong, and then from Xiao Hong back to the Chongqing headquarters. Even the high-ranking officers in the Military Intelligence Bureau responsible for receiving intelligence from Xiao Hong were completely unaware that this intelligence mainly came from Hua Jianxiong. Only the director and a few others knew the truth. All the credit went to Xiao Hong. Although Xiao Hong also worked very hard to collect intelligence, it was incomparable to what Hua Jianxiong provided.

"Should I go see her today?" Hua Jianxiong's mind raced, then he shook his head. He had been away from home for a month, and not only had a mountain of documents piled up, but all his scheduled attendance had to be recorded. He had already arranged to have lunch with Director Ding, and there was also a business dinner with the Japanese that evening. The Japanese were the key; they were not only his backers at No. 76, but also his main targets. Thinking of the Japanese military police captain pestering him to drink with him that night, Hua Jianxiong abandoned the idea of meeting Xiao Hong today.

Chapter 004

Hua Jianxiong was lost in thought when the phone rang. It was an internal line. It was Liu Mei calling from the outer room: "Chief, Director Ding came by and said he had arranged to have lunch with you at Desheng Restaurant." Liu Mei's cold voice on the phone was hard to believe; it was the same woman who had just been moaning sensually during sex. But Hua Jianxiong was used to Liu Mei's cold demeanor in public.

"Okay, I understand." "Chief. Do you need me to come over and make the arrangements?" Hua Jianxiong hesitated slightly, thinking of Ding Mocun's clingy gaze whenever he saw Liu Mei, and frowned, saying, "No need, you can just stay in the office." Hearing Liu Mei reply on the phone, "Yes, Chief," Hua Jianxiong hung up and left.

In the elegant private room of Deshenglou, Hua Jianxiong and Ding Mocun drank glass after glass of foreign liquor. Foreign liquor was not to Hua Jianxiong's liking, but his superior had a great fondness for it. Looking at Ding Mocun's thin body and the way he drank glass after glass, Hua Jianxiong found it somewhat amusing. Ding Mocun's lechery and drinking were well-known in the 76th Division. Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but be astonished by the traitor's drinking capacity. He couldn't understand how such a thin body could drink like water, and it was said that he could even sleep with several women a day.

It was rare that Ding Mocun hadn't called any waitresses to keep him company while he drank; the waitresses at Deshenglou were quite attractive. Besides, this was a place frequented by members of the 76th Division, so safety shouldn't be a problem. Ding Mocun must have something important to discuss with him. Watching Ding Mocun cheerfully urging him to drink, without getting to the point, Hua Jianxiong remained calm and chatted with him about all sorts of polite but meaningless things.

After downing another glass of wine in one gulp, Ding Mocun said with a smile, "Jianxiong, you've drunk so much and talked so much. Am I being too long-winded?" Seeing Ding Mocun's sly look, Hua Jianxiong chuckled and said, "Jianxiong wouldn't dare. Director Ding, please feel free to give any orders." Ding Mocun nodded and said, "Jianxiong, I have high hopes for you. Among my subordinates, you are the most capable and promising." Seeing Hua Jianxiong's flattered expression, Ding Mocun paused for a moment, then continued, "To be honest, I called you here today for this matter." As he spoke, Ding Mocun took out a small red silk handkerchief from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and unfolded it in his hand. A small nightingale was exquisitely embroidered in the center of the handkerchief. To an ordinary person, this might simply be the handiwork of a refined young lady, but Hua Jianxiong immediately understood its significance.

Ding Mocun chuckled nervously, "I didn't expect these people to be targeting me. What's worse, it's right here on my office desk!" Jianxiong, of course, understood why this handkerchief had terrified the murderous Ding Mocun. Nightingale was a mysterious anti-Japanese organization, rumored to be composed entirely of beautiful women. They specialized in assassinating Japanese collaborators, targeting mostly heinous criminals. They would typically give their target a red silk handkerchief embroidered with a nightingale, and within days to six months, the person would be killed.

Since the red handkerchief appeared a year ago, no fewer than thirty Japanese collaborators had been assassinated. The Japanese and the 76th Division had been making every effort to capture them, but always to no avail, without even a clue. Now that this red handkerchief had appeared in Ding Mocun's possession, it was no wonder he was terrified.

In fact, Hua Jianxiong himself had received one a month ago, also finding it on his office desk. After thinking for a moment, he smiled wryly and said, "Director Ding, unfortunately, I also received a copy on my desk." Ding Mocun was a little surprised to hear this, then chuckled dryly, "So, we're in the same boat. These damned guys have gone so far as to tamper with things at the headquarters of No. 76, they're simply too arrogant! If they fall into my hands, I'll skin them alive." Hua Jianxiong looked at Ding Mocun and said seriously, "I was worried that there were Nightingale's people in the organization, so I haven't dared to make a sound, afraid of alerting them." Ding Mocun nodded and said, "That's right, I was worried about that too. When I first received this thing, I didn't even allow my own secretary into my office." Hearing him say this, Hua Jianxiong imagined a beautiful and seductive mature woman.

Ding Mocun's confidential secretary was named Wang Fengyan, a notorious seductive woman in No. 76. She was originally just a prostitute, but later she hooked up with Ding Mocun, this big shot. However, Hua Jianxiong didn't believe that Wang Fengyan was Nightingale's person.

Hua Jianxiong said, "Secretary Wang can probably be ruled out of suspicion, right?" Ding Mocun nodded in agreement, "Yes, I've thought about it over and over, and there's no way it could be her, so I've cleared her of suspicion. After all, there's so much official business to handle." Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but sneer inwardly, "What official business could that slut do? She'd probably just spread her legs and serve you, old man!" Thinking this in his heart, he agreed aloud, "Yes, Director Ding is very busy with official business, and he needs someone by his side." Seeing that he had taken advantage of the situation, Ding Mocun was overjoyed and happily laughed, "Brother Jianxiong, I heard you're also too busy. How about I transfer Secretary Wang to you, and you can help train her a bit..." As he spoke, an ambiguous smile appeared on his face.

"That old bastard, shameless! He even gives away his own woman." Hua Jianxiong cursed inwardly. He understood Ding Mocun's meaning perfectly well: either he wanted to win him over, or he wanted to find a new lover, or probably both.

"Secretary Wang is a favorite of the director; I'm afraid I'm not good enough for her. Besides, although I'm busy, I have enough manpower. I appreciate the director's kindness," Hua Jianxiong declined.

Ding Mocun ignored Hua Jianxiong's refusal and continued, "The matter of Secretary Wang is settled. Have her report to you tomorrow. From now on, she'll be under your command. She'll do whatever you ask." He paused, took a sip of wine, and patted Hua Jianxiong's shoulder, saying, "My new secretary will also be arriving tomorrow. Don't refuse anymore, Brother Jianxiong." "So he's really looking for a new lover. That old bastard. He throws his women at me after he's had his fill!" Hua Jianxiong thought bitterly, but feigned helplessness and said lightly, "Since that's the case, I'll respectfully accept.

" Seeing Hua Jianxiong agree, Ding Mocun happily raised his glass and toasted with him again, "May you soon crack the Nightingale organization, so everyone can sleep peacefully." Hua Jianxiong filled Ding Mocun's and his own glasses, then raised his glass and said with a wry smile, " "The director surely knows how difficult it is to crack the Nightingale case. The Japanese and our special operations team have been working on it for a year without any progress. But since they dare to mess with us, and it was the director who personally ordered it, I will do my utmost to capture them." He finished his drink in one gulp.

After leaving Deshenglou, Hua Jianxiong felt a little dizzy. He usually had a high alcohol tolerance, but he was never used to foreign liquor, and drinking too much always made him dizzy.

He got into his car, feeling lightheaded. His driver, Lao Zhao, was idly flipping through the day's newspaper, looking at the gossip articles with large photos of female celebrities. Seeing Hua Jianxiong get in, he quickly put down the newspaper and asked him where he was going. It

took Hua Jianxiong a while to come to his senses. He had several important cases to report on that afternoon, and he had arranged to go drinking with the Japanese military police captain, Takeda Isao, that evening.

"Back to headquarters," Hua Jianxiong casually ordered.

The car started moving. Hua Jianxiong felt dizzy and leaned back in his seat, intending to close his eyes and rest, when he inadvertently glanced at the newspaper Old Zhao had tossed on the seat. A photograph taking up almost half the page on the front page caught his attention. The person in the photo seemed familiar. Strangely, it wasn't the usual glamorous woman posing seductively in

the newspapers, but a thin, well-mannered old man in a suit and top hat. Hua Jianxiong tried hard to concentrate and remember who this person was. He wasn't a high-ranking official or a celebrity, so why was he on the front page? Why did he seem so familiar? Suddenly, he smiled knowingly: Pei Renji, the Nanjing ambassador to Changchun to establish diplomatic relations. They had just parted ways yesterday; no wonder he looked familiar.

Hua Jianxiong exhaled a long breath of alcohol: Yes, he should be showing up; the diplomatic ceremony is tomorrow… Suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief, for he saw the full-page headline on the front page: Nanjing Ambassador Assassinated, Diplomatic Ceremony Postponed.Hua Jianxiong's mind went blank for a moment, and he sobered up instantly. He grabbed the newspaper and skimmed through the headline. The news was simple: Pei Renji, the Nanjing ambassador to Manchukuo for diplomatic negotiations, was assassinated last night at a small party, shot twice, and died on the spot. Who was the assassin? Was he caught? Killed on the spot? Or escaped? Hua Jianxiong furiously flipped through the newspaper, but there wasn't a single word. "Damn it!" Hua Jianxiong desperately suppressed his anger and growled at Old Zhao, "Quick! Open it, back to the station!" Chapter 005

While Hua Jianxiong was being plied with foreign liquor by Ding Mocun at Deshenglou, a heated argument was taking place in a third-floor room of a building called Xialu Apartment in the city.

A burly young man with thick eyebrows and large eyes, leading the argument, loudly and angrily declared, "I object to your opinions! This is the last chance to save Liping. If you won't save her, I'll organize my own people to find a way!" He slammed his hand on the black wooden table in frustration.

Another middle-aged man wearing glasses frowned and said, "Keji! The conditions aren't right, the chances of success are slim. We need to consider the bigger picture." The man named Keji replied impatiently, "Old Ren, I know how to consider the bigger picture. I won't involve you." Old Ren, about to lash out at this, raised an eyebrow. But a fair hand patted his wrist, stopping him. Sitting next to Old Ren was a mature woman of about twenty-four or twenty-five years old with fair skin. She wore a light blue sleeveless cheongsam, her hair styled in a bun at the back of her head, making her look beautiful and dignified. The well-tailored cheongsam accentuated her full and firm breasts.

After stopping Lao Ren's outburst, she turned to the man named Keji and said in a gentle voice, "Keji, I understand your feelings. But the enemy's strength is far superior to ours, and it is not advisable to take any risks. I urgently notified you and Lao Ren today so that you would be mentally prepared and that I could tell you this decision. Moreover, our comrades who have infiltrated the enemy have also clearly advised against a rescue..." At this point, the man named Keji impatiently said in an angry voice, "Not advisable to rescue? Liping has been arrested for more than a month, and what rescue work has that 'Feng' done? Can he only pass on a note saying that she will be executed tonight and that a rescue is not advisable? What a useless scoundrel! I will..." "Huang Keji!" A stern voice interrupted his rambling. Sensing the barely concealed anger in the beautiful young woman's almond-shaped eyes, Huang Keji slammed his hand on the table and plopped down in his chair, remaining silent.

After a long pause, the young woman spoke in a tone that had softened considerably but was tinged with sorrow: "Keji, I know about your relationship with Liping. But she's also my own sister. I'm more heartbroken than anyone else that Liping has fallen into the enemy's hands." At this point, the young woman's beautiful eyes had already reddened. She forced back her tears, paused, composed herself, and continued, "Feng has been infiltrating the enemy for a long time, and he is extremely important to our entire organization. You can't criticize him like that. His mission wasn't just to save one person, but... Besides, he did his best, relaying messages about Liping several times. Without him, we probably wouldn't even know who Liping is in." Looking at Huang Keji, who seemed dejected, and Lao Ren, who was nodding incessantly, she continued earnestly, "We all need to learn from Liping's incident. Especially Comrade Huang Keji, you must avoid rashness and never let this happen again." Hearing this accusation, Huang Keji blushed, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything more. He bore a great deal of responsibility for Zhou Liping's arrest. Hearing his leader's criticism, he could only lower his head, listlessly tracing lines on the table with his fingers.

"Liping is going to sacrifice herself for the revolution tonight, but her blood will not be shed in vain. I, Zhou Xueping, am proud to have such a sister. We will avenge her one day!" At this point, she finally couldn't hold back her tears.

Seeing Zhou Xueping take out a white handkerchief to wipe her tears, Old Ren said, "Xueping, Keqiang, comrade's blood will not be shed in vain. You must also take care of yourselves for the revolution. I think we should end it here today." "Sigh..." Huang Keji sighed without speaking. Zhou Xueping nodded and said, "Be careful on your way back... Keji, you must not act rashly again." Huang Keji didn't speak, nodded, got up, opened the door, and left.

Listening to Huang Keji's footsteps disappear downstairs, Old Ren looked at Zhou Xueping's sorrowful face, hesitant to speak, and only let out a heavy sigh. The two remained silent for an unknown period of time before Zhou Xueping softly said, "Old Ren, you should go." Old Ren nodded heavily, said nothing more, got up, picked up his hat from the coat rack, grabbed his black handbag from the floor, and left.

Only after Old Ren's footsteps had completely disappeared did Zhou Xueping finally break down in tears, unable to suppress her long-held grief. As the only female district committee secretary of the underground party in Shanghai, she always presented a strong image to her comrades. Few had ever seen her cry so heartbrokenly.

Due to the extremely complex situation between the enemy and our side in Shanghai, the party organization had been severely damaged by the Japanese puppet regime's agents. Coupled with the Kuomintang's anti-communist policy, many district party organizations suffered heavy losses, some even being completely destroyed. News of old comrades being arrested and killed was frequent. However, thanks to Zhou Xueping's excellent and cautious leadership, the district underground organization she led had remained intact. But this time, her younger sister, Zhou Liping, the district's mass work minister, had fallen into enemy hands and would be killed by the enemy tonight.

The person most responsible for Zhou Liping's arrest was Huang Keji. Huang Keji, a member of the district committee and head of the action department, took Zhou Liping to the Dongya Grand Theater, a theater with a complex political situation, more than a month ago. After the movie, he was discovered by secret agents. The agents didn't recognize Zhou Liping, but to cover Huang Keji's escape, she desperately fought back. Seeing that Zhou Liping had been forcefully pinned to the ground and handcuffed, Huang Keji had no choice but to quickly retreat.

Afterwards, Huang Keji was disciplined by the organization, removed from his position as a district committee member, and given a demerit. But all of this could not undo the loss of Zhou Liping's arrest. After the incident, Zhou Xueping learned of her sister's situation through "Feng," who had infiltrated the enemy's 76th Division, and hoped Feng could do his best to rescue her.

Feng sent out intelligence about Liping three times. Three notes, delivered to Xueping through special channels, contained increasingly urgent information.

The first message was sent shortly after Liping's arrest, stating, "Identity not exposed, will do everything possible to rescue her." The second message changed to, "Suffering torture, identity exposed, rescue difficult." Then, much later, at noon today, a third intelligence report related to her was received: "A secret decision tonight, not advisable for rescue."Each message sent filled Xueping with anxiety, yet she felt utterly helpless.

Liping was imprisoned in No. 76, the headquarters of the Wang Jingwei regime's secret service. They simply couldn't forcibly rescue her. In fact, she had a premonition of this outcome from the moment her sister was arrested. Even without revealing her identity as the head of the mass work department, few who were imprisoned in No. 76 emerged unscathed. She couldn't bear to imagine how those cannibalistic demons at No. 76 would torture her young and beautiful sister. She

waited in agonizing agony for over a month, finally receiving the news that her sister was to be secretly murdered. Xueping, who hadn't shed a tear in a long time, finally broke down in tears.

Zhou Xueping cried until she was dizzy, vaguely recalling many memories of her sister, and finally, exhausted, drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 006:

Hua Jianxiong returned to his office close to three o'clock, his mind racing with anxiety the entire way. Although he was still dizzy from his extreme intolerance to the foreign liquor, the effects of the alcohol had long since worn off.

He rushed into the room, plopped down on the leather sofa in the inner office, and immediately propped his large feet up on the desk. He irritably unbuttoned several buttons of his shirt, revealing his hairy, red chest.

He needed to think carefully about whether the ambassador's assassination attempt would cause him any trouble. Most importantly: who did it? And where was the assassin?

He had reported the negotiations between Nanjing and Manchukuo regarding establishing diplomatic relations to his superiors through his liaison, Xiao Hong. But he didn't believe Chongqing would be foolish enough to send someone to assassinate the ambassador. That would be like pushing him into a fire pit. Besides, could killing someone surnamed Pei really stop the Wang Jingwei regime from establishing diplomatic relations with Manchukuo? It was a joke!

The Communists! It must be the Communists! He thought bitterly. He couldn't help but secretly rejoice: thank goodness he had returned to Shanghai yesterday, otherwise, this mess would have been directly dumped on his head!

Even so, he dared not let his guard down. Who knew what the old man would think? He silently warned himself not to rush or panic. The key now was to find out the situation as quickly as possible. Only with a clear understanding could he adapt to the situation and take appropriate measures. Right now, the strategy was to stall. He would never take the initiative. He was completely in the dark, and any response could be wrong and irreparable. He needed to buy himself some time to find out the details of the assassination attempt.

With that thought, he picked up the phone, dialed a number with practiced ease, and discreetly left a code for an emergency rendezvous.

Before he even hung up, light footsteps sounded at the door. The doorknob moved slightly, and Liu Mei gracefully entered, carrying a cup of tea. She handed the tea to Hua Jianxiong, who took a sip to calm himself. There was nothing he could do now. He could only wait, until nightfall.

Liu Mei's Western-style suit had a low neckline, so when she bent over, he could see her full breasts through her white bra. That deep cleavage was an irresistible temptation for any man.

Hua Jianxiong's gaze slowly moved along that deep cleavage to its unseen end, something stirring within him. He picked up his teacup, took a couple more sips, and handed it back to Liu Mei. He sat up and, trying to make conversation, asked, "Where did that guy Li Ziwu go? Hmm… don't just stand there, come sit down and talk." Liu Mei gently placed the glass on the coffee table, then sat down next to Hua Jianxiong, her round bottom resting lightly on the edge of the sofa, her upper body straight, knees together.

Looking at Liu Mei's curvaceous figure, an unnamed stirring within Hua Jianxiong surged. He patted Liu Mei's thigh, exposed by her short skirt and clad in flesh-colored stockings, teasingly saying, "Relax, my cold beauty. There's no one else here, don't be so serious, okay?" His hands began to wander restlessly over Liu Mei's legs.

Before Hua Jianxiong finished speaking, Liu Mei seemed like a different person. Her body relaxed, and she leaned softly against his shoulder. Her voice was no longer cold and emotionless. She spoke in the soft, seductive voice she usually used only when she was intimate with Hua Jianxiong, saying, "Jianxiong, you've been gone for a month! I've missed you so much. You've been so busy without me." "Oh, really?" Hua Jianxiong replied casually, pulling Liu Mei into his arms. Liu Mei obediently slipped off her black high heels, lay down on the sofa, and rested her head in the crook of Hua Jianxiong's left arm. Hua Jianxiong's right hand freely caressed her high, firm breasts through her clothes, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Liu Mei let his large hand roam over her chest, continuing breathlessly, "Right after you left, Deputy Director Li came to tell me he had important leads to investigate, and then he disappeared. He also told me to wait for you to return and report to you." "That kid Li Ziwu, didn't he say what leads he'd found? From Chongqing, or from the Fourth Brother's family?" Hua Jianxiong asked casually, already skillfully unbuttoning Liu Mei's blouse, revealing her exquisitely crafted white silk bra. Liu Mei felt Hua Jianxiong's body change; his erection pressed against her back. She herself felt her body gradually soften.

Without a word, Hua Jianxiong pulled the bra cup down below Liu Mei's left breast, his two thick fingers pinching and kneading her rosy nipple forcefully. Liu Mei felt a surge of heat flow down her back, her heart pounding rapidly. Suppressing her breath, she said, "No… he won't tell me… ah… be gentle…" Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat, and he tightened his grip, causing Liu Mei to let out a soft moan.

Hua Jianxiong scoffed, slowly pulling the bra cup off Liu Mei's right breast, then cupping her full, white breasts in his hands, admiring them thoroughly. Even lying down, her proud breasts appeared round and firm. A hot, restless feeling stirred within him.

As he enjoyed the softness of Liu Mei's breasts, he heard her panting: "Jianxiong... ah... ah ah... tonight... there's a group of prisoners to be executed, you go... to the execution ground... um... be gentle..." A surge of annoyance welled up in Hua Jianxiong's heart: "I don't have time, if you can't find Li Ziwu, you can go for me." Hua Jianxiong had no interest in killing, and with important matters to attend to that night, he certainly wouldn't join in the spectacle. However, according to regulations, executions required official supervision. He usually sent his deputy, Li Ziwu, who also enjoyed such bloody scenes. Occasionally, when Li Ziwu wasn't around, he would send his secretary to make a show of it. Hua

Jianxiong felt his hand getting tired, so he released Liu Mei's breasts and reached for her short skirt. Because the skirt was very narrow, even with Liu Mei twisting her waist and trying her best to cooperate, she could only pull it up to her buttocks, revealing a bit of her underwear. Clearly, Liu Mei had changed her underwear; it was no longer the lewd, thin thong, but a pair of sexy yet elegant white triangle panties. Because they were silk, lifting the hem revealed a glimpse of her dark, thick pubic hair.

He knew Liu Mei kept clothes in her office. Hua Jianxiong's office consisted of three rooms: the outermost for work, and two smaller ones for resting. He had given the smaller one to Liu Mei without asking for a key. There was also a sizable bathroom, fully equipped, even with a large bathtub.

Touching Liu Mei's lower body through her panties, Hua Jianxiong felt a dampness where his fingers touched. Through the narrow crotch of the panties, he vigorously massaged Liu Mei's sensitive areas. Liu Mei immediately let out a seductive moan, her long, slender legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, involuntarily twisting.

She felt Hua Jianxiong pull down her panties, stroking her thick pubic hair with his palm, while his fingers slid between her slightly parted, moist vulva. The intense pleasure made her breathless, and her consciousness began to blur.

The sudden insertion of Hua Jianxiong's middle finger finally made her moan softly, "Ah...ah..." Her previously bent legs suddenly straightened, and her beautiful toes, encased in stockings, twitched and spread open due to the intense stimulation. With each thrust of Hua Jianxiong's fingers, the indescribable pleasure made her feel as light as a feather. She desperately suppressed the waves of heart-pounding moans emanating from her.

Watching Liu Mei writhe shyly under his caresses, moaning like a kitten in heat, Hua Jianxiong felt immense satisfaction. After all, only he could see this alluring side of Liu Mei. Liu Mei's lower body was tight, rhythmically contracting around his fingers. A moment later, accompanied by a melodious cry, Hua Jianxiong clearly felt spasms in Liu Mei's warm vagina, followed by a gush of clear fluid. Liu Mei had reached orgasm. She was the kind of woman who could easily reach orgasm and multiple times.

Hua Jianxiong withdrew his wet fingers, his heart surging with emotion, unable to suppress it any longer. "To hell with the assassination..." He threw all his worries aside, reached out and pulled off his already open shirt, revealing his bare, muscular upper body. He got up and went to one end of the sofa, bringing Liu Mei's legs together and placing them on his right shoulder. The stockings on Liu Mei's legs rubbed against his shoulder, making him feel extremely comfortable. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard, dark brown, thick penis, and rubbed it against Liu Mei's engorged, moist vulva.

Liu Mei's small hands tightly gripped Hua Jianxiong's arms, and her plump, white buttocks swayed gently in response to his movements. Just as Hua Jianxiong gathered his strength, bent down, and was about to thrust all the way in, the panting Liu Mei suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered in an extremely seductive voice, "Jianxiong, that female prisoner named Zhou Liping seems to be more than she appears..." Hua Jianxiong's mind flashed back to the image of that half-dead, battered young woman, and he casually replied, "Oh, really?" Without pausing, he thrust his hips forward, and his penis plunged deeply into the tightly clenched flesh between Liu Mei's legs. Because Liu Mei's legs were propped high on Hua Jianxiong's shoulders, this position allowed him to easily thrust all the way in. The large glans pressed against Liu Mei's cervix, then slowly withdrew.

"Ah..." Liu Mei let out a series of alluring moans. But at this moment, she desperately suppressed the waves of pleasure washing over her as she breathed shyly, saying, "Tonight we're going to execute her, Chief... Ah... Jianxiong... Ah... Isn't it... too fast... Should we slow down? Maybe... there's still... something..." At this moment, Hua Jianxiong, panting heavily and lost in his own world, was attacking her tempting body. Hearing her request, he replied without thinking, "I know, if there's something, then dig it out... Stop with the nonsense, just get on with it..." He then began to thrust more forcefully with each stroke.

Hearing Hua Jianxiong's reply, Liu Mei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a fleeting look of ease in her eyes before she quickly succumbed to boundless pleasure. She moved her lower body, striving to meet Hua Jianxiong's thrusts, her throat emitting moans that were utterly intoxicating to Hua Jianxiong. The

powerful thrusting continued for a long time. Hua Jianxiong was drenched in sweat, and Liu Mei was being tormented by his thrusts. She had already climaxed many times, until she no longer had the strength to meet Hua Jianxiong's thrusts, and her body went limp on the sofa. When Hua Jianxiong suddenly pulled out his wet, throbbing penis and straddled her full breasts, her face flushed, and she let out a breathtakingly weak gasp. The

now red and wet penis was brought to Liu Mei's rosy lips. Liu Mei smelled a scent that made her heart tremble. She cooperated and tried her best to open her mouth. Without any hesitation, that ugly thing fiercely thrust into her mouth. The familiar, salty taste stimulated her nerves, and she tried her best to tilt her head back so that it could easily go in. Her mouth was stuffed full, and Liu Mei felt like she was about to suffocate.

The penis moved in and out of her mouth quickly, making gurgling sounds and bringing out a trail of clear saliva. Finally, Hua Jianxiong let out a low groan, his penis still deep inside her throat, followed by a powerful ejaculation… 04-20
Chapter 007

Hua Jianxiong reluctantly withdrew his limp penis, glancing at Liu Mei. He saw her tightly pursed rosy lips, swallowing his white, cloudy semen, a few drops of milky liquid trickling from her sensual lips to the corners of her mouth.

He seemed a little relieved. He had finally stolen this blissful moment. He zipped up his pants, turned, and sat on the sofa beside Liu Mei's feet, lighting a cigarette and leisurely exhaling blue smoke rings. Liu Mei lazily turned to her side, curled up on the sofa, still panting softly.

After a few puffs, Hua Jianxiong grabbed Liu Mei's foot, squeezed it, and said, "Did I satisfy you this time? Look how horny you are, you've soaked my pants." He pointed to the crotch of his pants, where a small patch was already wet.

Liu Mei closed her eyes shyly and said, "You almost killed me, and you still say I..." A satisfied expression appeared on her face as she spoke. Hua Jianxiong grinned, but didn't actually laugh. That heavy, oppressive feeling somehow slowly returned to his heart.

"Sigh, just a moment of pleasure!" Stepping out of the room, he still had to face the reality that almost overwhelmed him. The assassination attempt! It seemed that there was still no word from the entire 76th Division. He couldn't take the initiative to inquire with anyone at this time. At least until tonight could he find out some details through his own channels. Before that, anything could happen, and anything he said could be wrong. Who knew what dangers were hidden here?

Thinking of this, he knew he couldn't sit there any longer. Such a big thing had happened, it was even reported in the newspapers, yet the 76th Division hadn't heard a word. This was really abnormal. Hua Jianxiong decided to go out for a walk, hoping to catch some clues to help him make a judgment.

Thinking it over, he stubbed out the half-finished cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, patted Liu Mei's leg, and said, "You stay here and keep watch, I'm going out for a walk." He got up, put on his shirt, and buttoned it as he walked to the door, turned the handle, and stepped out.

Unexpectedly, the heavy wooden door slammed against something thick and soft, followed by a soft, startled cry. Hua Jianxiong was startled; a thought flashed through his mind: "Damn it, someone's been standing outside the door the whole time."Anger surged within him: Who dared to eavesdrop on Hua Jianxiong's private moments! He glared, ready to explode, but immediately adopted a nonchalant expression. He had recognized her.

The beautiful woman standing before him wore a light green, high-slit, tight-fitting cheongsam that accentuated her figure, paired with black stockings and four-inch black high heels. She was covering her ample breasts with her delicate white hands, her brow furrowed in pain as she touched them. It was none other than Boss Zhou's secretary, the infamous Lin Meiyin from No. 76.

Seeing this beautiful yet audacious face, a flicker of fear crossed Hua Jianxiong's mind: "So soon?" He could keep Pei Renji's assassination a secret from others, but not from Boss Zhou. Lin Meiyin's presence in his office was most likely related to this matter.

But what was she eavesdropping on at his office door? A question arose in his mind. Had Boss Zhou already become suspicious of him and sent Lin Meiyin to spy on him? What should he do now? He decided to take the initiative and probe her directly.

Hua Jianxiong's mind raced, and in less than a second, he made a quick decision: even if Boss Zhou suspected him, there was no need for him to send Lin Meiyin to investigate.

In theory, he should be the first to know about the assassination attempt within the 76th Division, and Boss Zhou the second. No one had reported it to him yet, and there was no movement throughout the entire organization; clearly, there was something he didn't know. Therefore, the best course of action was to play dumb and pretend he knew nothing.

While pondering, he feigned ignorance and said, "Miss Lin, I'm so sorry, how could you..." Lin Meiyin stroked her full, alluring breasts for a while before catching her breath, then put on a wronged expression and said, "Oh dear, Director Hua, you almost killed me." As she spoke, she deliberately glanced into the inner room, just in time to see Liu Mei hurriedly straightening her clothes after hearing the commotion. She withdrew her gaze, smiled sweetly, and then casually winked at Hua Jianxiong.

Hua Jianxiong frowned, turned around, and closed the door to the inner room. Looking at this woman who was still exchanging flirtatious glances with him, he was thinking about her true purpose for coming here. He wasn't afraid that Lin Meiyin would discover his affair with Liu Mei, but after all, she was Boss Zhou's secretary, so he couldn't be too presumptuous.

Hua Jianxiong decided to play it safe and wait for her to speak first. He coughed twice, walked behind his desk, sat down, and picked up a cigarette from the pipe, seemingly without any reason. Just as he brought the cigarette to his lips, a snow-white hand lit a lighter and held it to his mouth.

"How did the lighter end up in her hands?" he thought, and without hesitation, lit the cigarette. He took a deep drag and exhaled a long puff of smoke. "What tricks is this slut up to?" Hua Jianxiong thought bitterly.

Lin Meiyin's sweet voice rang in his ears again: "I wasn't even angry when you bumped into me and almost made me faint, but you're still angry, Chief?" Hua Jianxiong glared at Lin Meiyin without saying a word. Lin Meiyin, however, showed no sign of stopping, saying meaningfully, "Chief, you're truly amazing! Even I was captivated by what I heard outside." As she spoke, her high, firm breasts unconsciously pressed against Hua Jianxiong's shoulder.

Hua Jianxiong jumped up from his chair as if bitten by a snake, retreating to the other side of the table. He glanced at the cigarette he had just lit, then stubbed it out forcefully in the ashtray. "Damn woman, today is truly a nightmare," he cursed inwardly, but tentatively said aloud, "Secretary Lin, you wouldn't come here without a reason..." Lin Meiyin didn't answer, but continued in her coquettish voice, relentlessly saying, "Oh dear, why did you use so much force! Did you want to kill me like you would with a cigarette butt?" As she spoke, she extended a slender finger, pointing to a bruise on her forehead, and swaggered into Hua Jianxiong's chair.

Hua Jianxiong followed Lin Meiyin's finger to her forehead. There, on her fair forehead, was a bruise the size of a fingernail, clearly from a recent bump. Hua Jianxiong inwardly groaned. Boss Zhou was usually quite generous to his subordinates, but few would be so generous to their women. If Lin Meiyin took this bruise to the old man, he'd be in deep trouble. Although he was always highly regarded by the old man, this matter…

Just as he was feeling incredibly troubled, Lin Meiyin said with a smile, "Director Hua, don't be so serious. The old man wouldn't punish his capable subordinate for such a trivial matter. It's just that someone disturbed the Director's enjoyment; Director Hua is forgiving!" Hearing Lin Meiyin's implication that she wouldn't cause him trouble, Hua Jianxiong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although being intimate with one's woman in the office wasn't considered particularly outrageous in the 76th Division, it wouldn't sound good if word got out, especially since it was witnessed by Boss Zhou's secretary.

Hua Jianxiong coughed awkwardly twice, pacing listlessly around the office, unsure what to say. At that moment, Lin Meiyin stood up and walked over to him, teasingly saying, "Chief, you seem to be overworked! I've heard you cough several times lately. You should take care of yourself." Seeing Hua Jianxiong's face darken again, she chuckled, waved her hand, and said with a smile, "Never mind, I'm leaving." She then swayed her hips towards the door.

Hua Jianxiong, however, remained tense. Had Lin Meiyin come all this way just to joke around with him?

Sure enough, Lin Meiyin turned back at the door and said, "I almost forgot, the old man asked you to go to his office. He's probably getting impatient. Sigh... no wonder no one answered the phone earlier." She then winked at Hua Jianxiong before leaving. Behind her was a remark that made Hua Jianxiong furious: "Remember to close the door properly next time!" Watching Lin Meiyin's retreating figure, Hua Jianxiong let out a long sigh: what was bound to happen had finally happened. Boss Zhou calling him over at this time was most likely about Pei Renji's assassination attempt.

But was there any special meaning behind Lin Meiyin's earlier flirtatious remarks? Hua Jianxiong smiled bitterly to himself; he couldn't figure it out. To be honest, Lin Meiyin's looks were among the best in No. 76, comparable to Liu Mei. Strangely, as Boss Zhou's secretary and mistress, Lin Meiyin was notoriously promiscuous, flirting with men everywhere in No. 76. But who in the 76th Division would dare to provoke the old man's woman?

Even stranger, the old man turned a blind eye to Lin Meiyin's behavior. This only made things worse for the lower-ranking agents, who were tormented by Lin Meiyin, some even driven to the brink of suicide. This wasn't the first time Lin Meiyin had caused trouble for Hua Jianxiong. The fact that she had given him a way out earlier was already a great favor. But he couldn't figure out if this meant Boss Zhou had some specific attitude towards him.

He decided not to think too much about it; he would face what needed to be faced. He could only play it by ear.

Seeing Liu Mei quietly emerge from the inner room, Hua Jianxiong stood up, straightening his clothes as he instructed, "I'm going to see the old man. Tell Liu Dazhuang and the others to cancel all the arrangements for this afternoon. Don't wait for me; I'll go to Hongkou tonight." He then walked out. As he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something, paused, and turned back to look at Liu Mei, whose face was still flushed but whose eyes had regained their cool composure. He said, "You said earlier that Zhou Liping still has something to hide? You want to keep her for further interrogation?" Liu Mei nodded slightly. Hua Jianxiong thought for a moment, then looked at Liu Mei meaningfully and said, "I've already issued the execution order. There's no precedent for retracting it." Seeing Liu Mei's somewhat apprehensive expression, Hua Jianxiong suddenly smiled again: "But since it was you, Liu Mei, who spoke up, I'll make an exception. It's up to you." With that, he turned and walked out.

Chapter 008

The boss's office was unusually spacious, but dimly lit. The windows were all covered by curtains, and although there were many chandeliers, wall lamps, and floor lamps, only a few were turned on. A bloated old man was slumped in a high-end leather sofa, a thin cigarette holder between his fingers, with a white cigarette burning on it.

He was none other than Boss Zhou, a notorious figure in Shanghai, feared and known by everyone in the 76th Division. Everyone in the 76th Division respectfully called him "Old Man." Actually, the Old Man wasn't that old; at least his face was wrinkle-free, and he was always in good health. Boss Zhou didn't usually work in the 76th Division itself, but he did have a private office there. All the agents, big and small, in the 76th Division would feel a little apprehensive when Boss Zhou arrived, even Director Ding Mocun was no exception.

Sitting upright across the coffee table from Boss Zhou was Hua Jianxiong. When Hua Jianxiong entered, the Old Man was sitting on the sofa smoking, while Lin Meiyin wasn't in the room. Seeing him enter, the Old Man gestured with his cigarette holder to the sofa opposite him, indicating for him to sit down, and Hua Jianxiong sat down without ceremony. Although he was nervous, he still sat upright in front of the Old Man as if nothing was wrong.

When the old man lit his second cigarette, Hua Jianxiong quickly took out the steel military lighter Lin Meiyin had used to light his earlier cigarette and respectfully lit it for him. Neither of them exchanged a single word. In truth, Hua Jianxiong's palms were sweating with nervousness. But he had no other choice but to play dumb.

Only after the old man finished his second cigarette, placed the cigarette holder on the silver tray on the coffee table, and slowly accepted the teacup from his subordinate, did he begin to stir the floating tea leaves with the lid, saying slowly, "Young man, you are patient and know your manners, very good." He paused, took a sip of tea, and continued, "Jianxiong, you have many virtues." Hearing this opening remark from the old man, Hua Jianxiong felt slightly relieved. But he dared not be careless, and still calmly bowed slightly, saying, "Jianxiong has not forgotten the boss's usual teachings." The old man hummed in agreement, seemingly satisfied with Hua Jianxiong's answer. He liked his subordinates to call him "boss," a fact well-known in the 76th Division.

"Jianxiong, do you know why I've summoned you here today?" the old man asked slowly and deliberately, still maintaining his composure.

"Coming!" Hua Jianxiong tensed up completely. He was determined not to speak first, lest he say something inappropriate. Hua Jianxiong pretended to think for a moment, then replied, "This subordinate is dull-witted; please enlighten me, boss." The old man nodded and said, "The matter in Changchun went smoothly, didn't it?" Hearing the old man's question, Hua Jianxiong secretly confirmed his judgment: today's summons was indeed related to the assassination attempt on the ambassador in Changchun. He feigned ignorance, saying, "Everything went smoothly in Changchun. I was planning to report back to the boss after the ceremony tomorrow, so..." Seeing the old man shake his head, Hua Jianxiong quickly stopped talking.

The old man pondered for a long time before saying, "Things aren't peaceful, Jianxiong. If I had known, I wouldn't have called you back first. The moment you left Changchun, a huge mess occurred." "What? What kind of mess?" Hua Jianxiong asked, feigning surprise, while secretly breathing a sigh of relief. It seemed his gamble had paid off. Judging from the old man's tone, at least he wasn't being blamed.

The old man sighed and said, "Even the best plans can have flaws. Just last night, our ambassador for establishing diplomatic relations was assassinated." Looking at the shocked Hua Jianxiong, the old man said, "I called you here today for this matter." "Your subordinate is incompetent... Your subordinate rushed to Changchun overnight to investigate this matter, apprehend the murderer, and atone for his crimes," Hua Jianxiong quickly pledged.

The old man shook his head and said, "No need. The murderer was caught on the spot by our men. He'll be brought back to Shanghai tomorrow." Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who did it?"The old man frowned and said, "She's Lao Pei's student at Jin University, and also his personal secretary. Her name is He Xiaoyue. We'll have to interrogate her to find out the rest." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong finally felt relieved. Judging from the simple explanation, the assassin must have approached him through a personal relationship with Lao Pei, rather than due to any security loopholes. This was probably the main reason the old man hadn't blamed him.

Moreover, schools are where the most radicals reside, suggesting the assassin is most likely from the Communist side, making him the safest option; whatever the assassin does pose no threat. Of course, Chongqing, especially the Military Intelligence Bureau, has planted numerous spies in universities, something he must be wary of. However, he'd never heard of He Xiaoyue before, and hoped she had no connection to the Military Intelligence Bureau. Even if she did, he wouldn't hesitate to deal with her.

Hua Jianxiong felt a sense of relief, but then a thought struck him: the incident happened last night, yet he hadn't heard a word about it all today. Why was such a major event kept so well-hidden within the 76th Bureau? Why did the old man know about it even before him? Why was the assassin caught last night but kept quiet…?

His heart began to pound with anxiety again. Regardless, the key now was to have the assassin in his hands to ensure absolute safety. Thinking of this, Hua Jianxiong cautiously asked, "So, what does the boss mean...?" The old man didn't even raise his eyelids, and said meaningfully, "This matter is not simple; the waters are very murky! Therefore, I want you to personally take over the case. You must personally interrogate the person, find out the assassin's background, who is behind her... otherwise, we won't be able to explain ourselves!" Hua Jianxiong was about to express his opinion when the old man continued, "This incident in Changchun has affected our establishment of diplomatic relations with Manchukuo. Chairman Wang is extremely angry about this, not to mention the Japanese, who have already sent an official document today to demand an explanation. I have already assured the Chairman that I will give him an explanation within seven days." Hearing the old man say this, Hua Jianxiong understood his meaning. He felt much more at ease; as long as the person was in his hands, everything would be easier.

The old man seemed to read his mind, took a sip of tea, and said, "The person will be flown back to Shanghai tomorrow morning, and handed over to you without losing a single hair. You must give me results within seven days starting tomorrow." He put down his teacup, tapped the sturdy mahogany tea table, and added, "This matter is of great importance. If you handle it well, you will atone for your mistakes; if you don't…" Hua Jianxiong, of course, understood the old man's unspoken meaning, and immediately stood up straight, saying, "Jianxiong will certainly not disappoint the boss's expectations in handling this case and finding the mastermind behind it." "Hmm, I have always believed in your abilities. This matter must be kept strictly confidential. Go and prepare." "Yes." Hua Jianxiong bowed to the old man and was about to leave. But then he heard the old man say unhurriedly, "Secretary Lin will cooperate with you in this case." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly nodded in agreement. Seeing that the old man didn't seem to have anything more to say, he carefully withdrew.

Chapter 009

After leaving the old man's place, Hua Jianxiong felt a chill run down his spine; his back was completely soaked with sweat. He always felt inexplicably nervous whenever he saw the old man; outsiders couldn't tell, but he knew it himself. This time, it felt like he'd walked through the gates of hell. He hadn't expected so much to happen in just one day since leaving Changchun, to the point that even the old man was in trouble.

Back in his office, he didn't see Liu Mei. Hua Jianxiong sat alone behind his desk, lit a cigarette, and leaned back in his chair, recalling the events of his trip to Changchun.

Zhou had personally selected him to go to Changchun, along with a large number of agents. Their mission was to ensure the safety of the Nanjing government's delegation to Changchun. The delegation's mission was to negotiate with the puppet state of Manchukuo regarding the specifics of establishing diplomatic relations.

Of course, all of this was done under the direction of the Japanese, a crucial step in gaining international recognition for Manchukuo. Although Chairman Wang had already finalized the grand plan with the Japanese in Tokyo, and the negotiations were merely a formality, many specific issues such as taxation and trade, as well as the drafting of official documents like the diplomatic proclamation, still needed to be finalized.

The Wang puppet government itself knew that establishing diplomatic relations with Manchukuo would inevitably provoke widespread public outrage, so it ordered the 76th Division to ensure the mission's safety at all costs. To avoid attracting attention and ensure the smooth completion of this crucial step for the Japanese, the Japanese specifically chose a secluded mansion near Changchun as the ambassador's residence, where all negotiations took place.

Both Manchukuo and the Japanese invested heavily in security. The Wang puppet government also dispatched a large number of agents from the 76th Division to cooperate, their task being to directly guard the ambassador's residence. Hua Jianxiong was the person specifically assigned by Boss Zhou to be in charge of all the 76th Division personnel.

However, due to his own numerous commitments in Shanghai, and the fact that his prolonged absence had brought many things at No. 76 to a standstill—even the prisoners awaiting execution were running out of space—the old man had no choice but to recall him to Shanghai just as the negotiations were about to conclude and the signing ceremony was imminent.

In total, Hua Jianxiong stayed in Changchun for a full month. During that month, everything was peaceful; nothing major happened, and it seemed no one noticed the crucial diplomatic event taking place in the suburbs of Changchun. By the last few days, he was thoroughly fed up with this dull and uninteresting life.

Returning to Shanghai, he naively assumed the negotiations had concluded successfully. But what he feared most came to pass: on the very night he left, the most important security target, the ambassador extraordinary and plenipotentiary, was assassinated. What a ridiculous joke!

The ambassador, whom he had drunk with several times, was a lean old man, formerly a renowned professor at Jinling University, with a profound understanding of classical Chinese studies and excellent writing skills; he was a figure of considerable stature in academic circles. The Wang Jingwei government chose him as its first ambassador, hoping to appease public sentiment with his reputation. It's said they had to visit him three times

to persuade him to take the position. Now, the man has died mysteriously, leaving behind a huge mess for him to clean up.

The problem is that this unexpected turn of events has delayed the establishment of diplomatic relations, enraging the Japanese, a responsibility the Wang Jingwei regime cannot afford. Anyone who crosses this line might also suffer.

Hua Jianxiong felt this matter was somewhat thorny. The problem wasn't the seven-day time limit. He was confident in interrogating the prisoner, especially a young woman. Even if the murderer only came into his hands tomorrow, he was confident he could get her to talk quickly. The trouble lay in not knowing who the murderer was and how to proceed.

Before going to Changchun, he had passed on intelligence about the Wang Jingwei regime's plans to negotiate diplomatic relations with Manchukuo, along with details of the delegation's composition, to Chongqing through Xiao Hong. Logically, knowing he was responsible for security, Chongqing should have acted cautiously, at least informing him to devise an escape plan.

However, counting on one's fingers, there are quite a few forces that might be involved in assassinating the Wang Jingwei regime's envoy. First, the local Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB) is hard to say, after all, this would be a major achievement. The Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) is no exception. Others include the Communist Party and the numerous anti-Japanese armed groups in the area. The question is, how did news of Pei Renji's arrival in Changchun leak out?

"If it was the MIB that did it locally, that would be troublesome; it might implicate a large number of MIB members," Hua Jianxiong thought. The MIB's Beiping station has always been somewhat powerful and difficult to control; it also commands the areas outside the Great Wall, and assassination is one of its specialties. Hua Jianxiong is well aware that they have their own informants in Changchun, perhaps including his former colleagues or students. Moreover, there is still a female MIB intelligence agent named Yan Yu in Changchun who maintains a special relationship with him.

This woman, Yan Yu, in her late twenties, only knows that Hua Jianxiong has joined the Wang Jingwei regime's 76th Division and holds a high position, but she is unaware of Hua Jianxiong's secret mission. Whether driven by her affection for Hua Jianxiong or by someone else's instigation, she maintained a physical relationship with him, risking his wrath. During Hua Jianxiong's trip to Changchun, she spent several nights at Yan Yu's place out of sheer boredom.

Frustrated and annoyed, Hua Jianxiong secretly vowed, "Damn it, they didn't care about my life when they were vying for credit, but now they expect me to clean up their mess! I'll teach them a lesson!"

Hua Jianxiong disregarded everything else, focusing solely on one thing: his primary concern while infiltrating 76 was self-preservation. Hua Jianxiong never considered himself a compassionate person; others suffering was always better than him!

However, despite his resentment, he still needed to clarify the situation. Walking in the dark was extremely dangerous, especially when his life was at stake.

"Dong dong..." The clock on the wall chimed. Looking at the time, it was already five o'clock. Hua Jianxiong suddenly remembered his date tonight, quickly sat down, tore a piece of cigarette paper from a stack, took out a special black marker from his pocket, and carefully wrote a small note. Then he took a piece of fruit candy from the drawer, fiddled with it for a while, put it in his pocket, hurriedly stood up, put on his coat, checked the pistol in his holster, and called the driver.

Chapter 010

The black Chevrolet sedan drove to the heavily guarded Japanese Military Police Headquarters in Hongkou. The Japanese soldiers standing guard at the gate only glanced at the license plate and the expressionless Hua Jianxiong inside before letting it pass.

The driver, Old Zhao, had once half-jokingly said, "The Japanese really give Director Hua face; even Director Ding has to stop for inspection when entering and leaving the Japanese Military Police Headquarters."

The Japanese indeed favored Hua Jianxiong, their carefully recruited and planted confidant in the 76th Division. Hua Jianxiong himself knew this. Furthermore, his Japanese adoptive father, whom he hadn't seen for many years, played a significant role in gaining Hua Jianxiong's absolute trust.

In the office on the second floor of the Military Police Headquarters, Hua Jianxiong couldn't find the Military Police Captain, Takeda Isao. The people in the office told him that Takeda had been interrogating prisoners in the underground interrogation room all afternoon.

"I see, I wonder which unlucky fellow has fallen into his hands again." Takeda Isao was notorious for his brutality; in his own words, he was born with a love for torture. Whether male or female, once in his hands, he would tirelessly torture them using various methods until they died in agony or confessed. Countless anti-Japanese fighters had died at his hands, so few people in Hongkou were unaware of Takeda.

Having just experienced a violent storm, Hua Jianxiong was still somewhat uneasy. He was somewhat glad that he had arranged to meet Takeda for drinks yesterday; not only had he managed to send out intelligence, but he had also been able to escape and observe the Japanese movements.

Passing through the artificial hill in the garden of the Military Police Headquarters, Hua Jianxiong descended into a spacious underground passage. More than a dozen interrogation rooms lined both sides of the passage. Above these interrogation rooms lay the vast garden and lawn in front of the Military Police Headquarters office building. Who would have thought that beneath those lush green grass and flowers lay these sinister and bloody places? Many innocent people were brought in, only to suffer unimaginable torture, leaving them as mutilated and bloodied corpses.

Even before reaching the bottom of the passage, Hua Jianxiong could hear a cacophony of chilling screams echoing down the long corridor. An ordinary person might have trembled at the sound of such noises, but for Hua Jianxiong, they were all too familiar. He walked nonchalantly deeper into the corridor.

The doors to the interrogation rooms were all closed, but glimpses of what lay inside could be seen through the narrow iron bars on the doors. Hua Jianxiong, however, had no interest in looking inside. He walked straight to the door marked with the number 7 and saw Takeda Isao, shirtless and drenched in sweat, through the window. He was pressing a red-hot triangular branding iron forcefully against the high breasts of a naked woman bound to a long torture bench.

"Ah..." A piercing scream pounded against Hua Jianxiong's eardrums through the heavy iron door.

Hua Jianxiong pushed open the heavy iron door and went inside. Takeda was still pressing the now-dim branding iron hard, cursing in Japanese. The woman had already fainted from the pain.

The other thugs in the torture chamber recognized Hua Jianxiong and knew of his relationship with Takeda, so they all nodded to him. Only then did Takeda turn around, his bloodshot eyes blazing.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong smiling at him, Takeda's gaze softened, and he threw the still-smoking branding iron into a nearby charcoal brazier. Wiping the sweat from his chest, he said angrily to Hua Jianxiong, "That damned woman, she wasted my entire afternoon." He gave Hua Jianxiong an ugly smile, glanced at his watch, and said, "I'm so sorry, Jianxiong-kun, I've missed our appointment." Hua

Jianxiong found Takeda's apologetic manner quite amusing. Why did this beast act so politely?

"Takeda-kun, why be so polite? You're busy with official business," Hua Jianxiong replied casually.

Takeda seemed oblivious to Hua Jianxiong's teasing tone, picking up the metal mug on the table and taking a large gulp.

At that moment, the woman let out another pitiful scream. Hua Jianxiong saw the woman, awakened by the cold water, being torn apart by several other Japanese men who were using iron pliers to clamp her charred breasts. A strip of the charred skin was ripped open, revealing the tender, bright red flesh beneath. Bright red blood mixed with charred skin flakes flowed onto the woman's body.

The woman screamed and howled in agony, struggling desperately to escape the iron clamps the Japanese soldier grinned as he thrust them towards her chest again. But her body was firmly bound to the wooden bench, blackened and gleaming with sweat and blood, by ropes. Moving even an inch was impossible.

Hua Jianxiong saw that a two-foot-long wooden stick lay across the woman's legs, her two scarred thighs tightly bound to the ends of the stick, forcing her pale legs wide open. Her feet, dangling from the bench, were bound at the ankles to the bench legs with hemp rope. Because the bench was high, the woman's bound feet could only barely touch the ground with her toes. All the toenails on her bare feet had been pulled out, and the ground beneath them was stained red with blood.

Hua Jianxiong saw the woman's light yellow printed cheongsam, flesh-colored stockings, white high heels, and pink bra and panties scattered on the ground. The surface was covered in grime left by the thugs' feet. In his experience, this indicated that this woman was being tortured for the first time today.

However, looking at the woman's swollen, bun-like genitals, stained with blood and milky-white residue, and the crisscrossing whip marks, cuts, and charred breasts being torn apart with pliers, Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but sigh. This Takeda Yuu was the same type of guy as Liu Dazhuang.

In his view, such torture would only lead to the prisoner's quick death, while the true purpose of torture would be difficult to achieve.

In fact, many prisoners interrogated by Takeda Yuu died during the interrogation, yet he himself took pride in it, repeatedly boasting to Hua Jianxiong about the power of his methods.

At this moment, Takeda Yuu finished dressing, gave a few instructions to his men, and patted Hua Jianxiong on the shoulder, saying, "Come on, Jianxiong-kun, let's go to Liu Yuefang for a few drinks." He looked excited as he spoke.

Hua Jianxiong feigned agreement and laughed, "I can't wait any longer!"

The two laughed and walked out of the sweltering interrogation room, which had made Hua Jianxiong sweat profusely.

As soon as Hua Jianxiong stepped out, he heard the woman's screams, a hundred times louder than before, coming from inside the room. He turned back as he walked, and saw a thug slowly inserting a red-hot iron rod into the woman's parted lower body.

Once out of the underground passage, the screams below were no longer audible, and Hua Jianxiong felt a great sense of relief at the fresh air outside. It was almost dark, and at Hua Jianxiong's urging, Wu Tian clumsily climbed into his black Chevrolet.

Chapter 011

In the western suburbs not far from the city, a white sedan smoothly pulled up in front of a three-story, gray-blue Western-style villa. The horn sounded, and an elderly man in his fifties ran out of a small room behind the wide iron gate. He looked outside warily, then silently pushed open the iron gate. The car eagerly drove in before the iron gate was fully open, only stopping smoothly in front of the villa's door.

The back door opened, revealing a pair of beautiful feet clad in gleaming black high heels. Next came shapely, shapely legs encased in flesh-colored stockings.

A young woman stepped out, wearing a silver-white cheongsam and carrying an exquisite crocodile-skin handbag. Her full breasts created a captivating, flowing silhouette against the cheongsam. Below her slender, supple waist were rounded, slightly upturned buttocks. Her long, glossy black hair cascaded neatly down her back, and her beautiful, clear eyes shone with mature intelligence. She was Xiao Hong, a reporter for the Daedong-A Ilbo.

After giving the driver a few instructions, Xiao Hong gracefully entered the room, which had already been opened by the maid, Amei. The villa's living room was large, furnished with high-end Western-style sofas and coffee tables. As Xiao Hong ascended the spiral staircase in one corner of the living room, she told Amei at the door that she had already had dinner outside.

Reaching a cream-colored door on the second floor, Xiao Hong took a set of keys from her small bag, opened

the door, and went inside. This was Xiao Hong's bedroom. A Western-style double bed decorated with gold patterns sat in the center of the room. Through the extremely sheer pink gauze curtains, the soft bedding could be seen on the bed. Against one wall was an elegant dressing table, displaying various cosmetics. In the corner near the window were two small, pale yellow sofas and a small coffee table, making the whole room feel warm and elegant.

Xiao Hong took off her high heels as soon as she entered. Her stockinged feet felt incredibly comfortable on the soft wool carpet. She checked the room; the doors and windows were all tightly shut. She quickly sat down at her desk, turned on the lamp, and pulled a brightly colored fruit candy from her small bag.

She gently unwrapped it, carefully pulled out the small liner inside, took a small bottle from a drawer, dipped a small brush in the liquid inside, and applied it to the liner. Immediately, two lines of clear writing appeared: "Immediately inquire with headquarters about the Xinjing assassin case and the assassins Jin Da and He Xiaoyue. Urgent, immediate reply." Looking at the familiar handwriting, Xiao Hong's heart churned. Jianxiong had already returned to Shanghai. She had been unable to calm down since receiving his urgent intelligence signal that afternoon. However, the organization had strict rules that the two of them could not meet at the intelligence exchange point. Therefore, she had to eat out and wait until the agreed time before casually arriving at Feifei Café, where the intelligence exchange was to take place.

Like a casual passerby, she ordered a coffee, sat for a moment, finished her coffee, casually put the complimentary fruit candies from the small plate into her bag, and left as if nothing had happened. In truth, her heart was burning with anxiety; she desperately wanted to know what urgent matter Jianxiong had.

Xiao Hong took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, elegantly pulled one out, then took the ashtray, pulled out a delicate lighter, and snapped it on. She lit the small note first, then used the note to light the cigarette.

Watching the rising smoke, Xiao Hong's mind raced nervously. She had only learned of the assassination of the Nanjing ambassador to Changchun to negotiate the establishment of diplomatic relations this morning from the newspaper. She had been worried about Jianxiong since then.

She had personally reported the intelligence about the negotiations between the Wang Jingwei regime and Manchukuo, and until today, it seemed no one knew. Now, with such a serious incident, and Jianxiong involved, she wondered if he would be implicated.

Seeing this small note, she immediately realized the danger. This matter seemed unexpected even to him. He was both the one who leaked the intelligence and the person directly involved; a mishandling of the situation could cost him his life.

Jianxiong's meaning was very clear: he needed to know whether the assassination was planned and organized by Chongqing. This would determine his actions at No. 76, and of course, his safety.

This matter had to be reported to headquarters immediately. Xiao Hong checked her watch; there were still two hours until the scheduled radio contact that evening. Amei would be coming up soon. She still had time to craft this crucial, urgent telegram. She decided to relax her tense nerves first.

This was one of the lessons Hua Jianxiong had taught them, and a habit she had long cultivated: before doing anything important, if time allowed, she should find a way to relax her body and mind to avoid making mistakes in the rush.

She stood up and checked the windows and curtains again, then sat down at the dressing table and removed her earrings and necklace, placing them in the jewelry box. Looking at her beautiful face in the mirror, Xiao Hong got up and took off her cheongsam.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, showcasing her beautiful figure in a white bra, garter belt, white panties, and flesh-colored stockings, Xiao Hong gave a wry, helpless smile. She turned and took some clothes from the wardrobe before getting up and going into the bathroom in the inner bedroom.

In the bathroom, facing the large glass mirror on the wall, Xiao Hong unhooked her bra, her hands behind her back. Her previously tightly restrained, snow-white breasts proudly appeared in the mirror. The round, full, and firm breasts had cherry-like, glistening red nipples.

As the white garter belt, panties, and flesh-colored stockings were removed one by one, a perfect female body was exposed to the air. A flat, smooth abdomen, long, firm thighs, round, firm, plump buttocks, thick, dark pubic hair, and just the right amount of fleshiness—enough to drive any man crazy. Xiao Hong was full of confidence in her body. The fact that she threw away a large stack of invitations every day was the best proof.

The warm water washing over her delicate skin felt very comfortable. Gently rubbing and washing her body with her hands gave her an indescribable sense of comfort. She had been anxiously waiting for the past few days, counting the days until Jianxiong would come to see her.

To avoid suspicion, Jianxiong and she usually met only once a month, otherwise through intelligence points. Last time they met, Jianxiong said he would be going to Changchun for ten days to half a month, but a month had passed and there was still no news of his return to Shanghai. Just when news came, there was a hidden danger.

She suppressed the waves of excitement in her heart, forcing herself not to think about these things, but to think of lighter things. But her thoughts kept returning to Jianxiong.

Thinking of his tall, robust figure and mature, resolute face, Xiao Hong's heart was filled with love and tenderness. At the same time, her hands unconsciously rubbed her smooth, soft breasts. Each rub sent a wave of pleasure through her body, making her breathless.

She turned off the hot water; the cold water calmed her restless heart, but her face still had an unusual flush. Xiao Hong tried her best not to think about Jian Xiong at this moment, as thinking of him always made her feel confused. Suddenly, she felt something strange in her lower body. She subconsciously reached down and touched her crotch, immediately feeling a sticky sensation.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Xiao Hong's face. She quickly turned around and spread her legs, letting the water flow between her two plump, white thighs. Watching the soap suds slowly flow down her thighs, gathering at her snow-white, slender feet, and then slowly trickling down the drain, she let out a long breath.

Chapter 012

When Xiao Hong came out of the bathroom, her mood was as calm as still water. She walked to the window, opened one of the windows, and saw that it was completely dark. Because it was the suburbs, it was pitch black outside, with only faint lights in the distance. Xiao Hong stood by the window wearing a semi-transparent, loose white silk dress. The wind blew her hair, and the silk dress moved with the wind. From behind, one could vaguely see that she was only wearing black thongs under the silk dress.

She closed the window and sat down again, knowing she was now focused. After a brief moment of thought, she drafted the telegram, adding four "A"s to its classification—the highest level of urgency. After finishing, she carefully reviewed the telegram several times, revising a few words.

She let out a long breath, picked up her watch from the table, checked the time, pulled out a Kangxi dictionary, opened it, and began translating the telegram. She finished translating the coded message in a few minutes, carefully checked it twice to ensure accuracy, and then burned the draft. She checked her watch again; it wasn't time yet.

As soon as her mind left the work mode, her thoughts immediately raced like a runaway horse. She thought of the assassin mentioned in Jianxiong's intelligence: He Xiaoyue. It seemed to be a woman. What kind of woman was she? For a woman to go into Japanese territory to assassinate an important target—what courage that required! Had she been captured? Had she fallen into Japanese hands or was she in the 76th Division? Would she be subjected to torture?

Thinking of this, Xiao Hong felt a warmth rising in her lower abdomen again and quickly forced herself to look away. The fact that he could obtain information about the assassin and send it out meant that Jian Xiong's current situation wasn't too bad. The situation should still be under his control.

Could this He Xiaoyue be a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau? She hoped the reply from headquarters would be negative. That would mean Jian Xiong wouldn't have to hesitate in dealing with her. But what if she was? She couldn't help but worry about Jian Xiong again.

Xiao Hong stared blankly at the phone on the bedside table. She desperately hoped it would ring now, that she would hear his deep voice saying he would be there soon. She longed to pick up the phone, to find him, and tell him her longing and yearning. But organizational discipline held her back, preventing her from calling Hua Jianxiong.

Having been with Jianxiong for so many years, she had always loved him deeply. She knew his debauchery and ruthlessness, but she also knew his pressure and dangerous situation. In Shanghai, she was probably the only one who knew Hua Jianxiong's true identity.

Thinking of how much Hua Jianxiong trusted her, designating her as his contact, Xiao Hong felt incredibly happy. Now Jianxiong was in danger, and the entire team was in danger. Her responsibility was to help her beloved clear his vision and avoid the traps that might lie ahead.

After a long day of work, busy interviewing all sorts of people with impressive titles and dealing with all sorts of inexplicable events, Xiao Hong felt utterly exhausted. She did this tedious work every day, with many high-ranking officials extending invitations, hoping to be interviewed or visited.

Xiao Hong knew, of course, that these people were all infatuated with her beauty. Many people also showered her with gifts; the car she was currently riding in was a gift from a wealthy man who said that for a beautiful and elegant lady like Xiao Hong not to own her own car was a disgrace to Shanghai.

Although different people used different methods to entangle her, Xiao Hong always handled them with ease, leaving those who coveted her disappointed. In truth, she understood that these daily, tedious social engagements were all preparation for a truly meaningful work opportunity like today's.

Light footsteps echoed from the wooden floor outside. Xiao Hong knew it was her maid, Amei, arriving. This was her daily routine for receiving tasks. The door opened, and the simple, healthy Amei walked in with light steps, closing the door behind her, and placed a bowl of thick, simmered white fungus soup in front of Xiao Hong.

Amei was only 18 years old, with a delicate, refined appearance. A long, black braid hung down her back, and her large eyes and dimples made her look clever and adorable. Six months ago, when Xiao Hong returned to Chongqing, she saw Amei at a Military Intelligence Bureau training class and immediately took a liking to the young girl. After a series of investigations and tests, she brought Amei to Shanghai, ostensibly as a maid, but actually as her radio operator. All of Hua Jianxiong's intelligence was sent to Chongqing through her fingertips.

The two of them were the core of this stronghold, and this time was the most important moment of the day for this house, the very reason for its existence.

Not only Amei, but also the old man Wu who guarded the villa and the driver Xiao Jin were all Military Intelligence Bureau agents. Their task was to protect and serve Xiao Hong and maintain the operation of this special undercover team. This villa was a secret property of the Military Intelligence Bureau in Shanghai, nominally a gift from a wealthy Southeast Asian man to Xiao Hong.

Drinking the white fungus soup that Amei brought, Xiao Hong noticed Amei standing to the side, secretly looking at the exquisitely crafted and sexy silk nightgown she was wearing, and she could see the envy in Amei's eyes. Xiao Hong's nightgown was not available in ordinary places, and its price was naturally astonishingly high. However, Xiao Hong's clothes, both underwear and outerwear, were of this kind.

After finishing the soup, seeing that Amei was still standing there waiting for her to speak, Xiao Hong's mood eased, and she couldn't help but joke, "Little girl, when you have someone you like, remember to tell me. Your sister will give you a brand new one." Amei, who had been staring blankly at her silk dress, blushed upon hearing this, her already flushed face turning even redder. She lowered her head, took the empty bowl, and handed the water to Xiao Hong to rinse her mouth, protesting, "Amei doesn't have anyone she likes..." As she spoke, her face became even redder, and she remained standing straight, motionless, waiting for Xiao Hong's instructions.

Xiao Hong knew this was not the time for teasing, so she also put away her smile, took out the paper full of secret codes from the drawer, handed it to Amei, and solemnly instructed, "Send it immediately, repeat it three times. Request an additional communication at 7 a.m. tomorrow." Amei was stunned, and the blush on her face vanished instantly. She immediately understood the meaning behind Xiao Hong's order: repeating it three times meant this was an extremely important telegram, and adding communication meant a reply was needed by tomorrow morning, not waiting for the normal contact time tomorrow evening.

She had been in Shanghai for six months, and this was the first time she had encountered such a situation. She immediately felt the thin piece of paper in her hand weigh a ton. She quickly hid the telegram close to her body, put away the empty bowl, and hurried out.

Watching Amei's departing figure, Xiao Hong let out a long sigh of relief. Closing the door, she suddenly felt weak all over, her body limp, and she slumped onto the bed. Lying on the soft, comfortable bed, she seemed to see a group of people working through the night on this telegram.

Thinking of Chongqing, a shadow unconsciously fell over her heart. The past events she loathed resurfaced in her mind. (

Chapter 13 , April 20th)

Six months ago, Xiao Hong was ordered to return to Chongqing to report to headquarters on the work of the Shanghai station. After more than ten days of travel, she returned to Chongqing and rested for one night. The next morning, Xiao Hong arrived at the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters to report to Xu Tianfu, the person in charge of liaison with her in Chongqing.

Xu Tianfu was a deputy section chief in the Military Intelligence Bureau responsible for intelligence gathering and processing. Xiao Hong's intelligence was relayed to higher authorities through him.

Although it was winter, there was none of the usual thick fog common in Chongqing that day. The sun was high in the sky early in the morning, shining warmly. Xiao Hong wore a crimson velvet long-sleeved cheongsam, with a white cardigan over it, and white boat shoes with mid-heeled heels. A pearl necklace adorned her chest, and a jade bracelet graced her wrist, making her appear dignified, elegant, and capable.

Upon entering Xu Tianfu's office, she was warmly received. Xu Tianfu poured her water and inquired about her well-being. Sitting on the sofa, Xiao Hong felt deeply grateful for the warmth shown by Xu Tianfu, whom she rarely met.

After exchanging pleasantries, Xu Tianfu got up and locked the office door. Seeing Xiao Hong's questioning look, Xu Tianfu explained that the organization had a complex personnel structure, and he was worried about the leakage of classified information. Xiao Hong thought about it and dismissed her doubts.

Next, she began reporting to Xu Tianfu. Xu Tianfu seemed to be listening attentively, but Xiao Hong, being a specially trained agent, had very sharp observation skills. She noticed that his eyes, behind his black-rimmed glasses, would occasionally and restlessly sweep over her ample breasts and thighs exposed by the slit of her cheongsam. Knowing that most men looked at her like that, Xiao Hong wasn't angry.

After a while, Xu Tianfu, using the excuse that it was too cold, closed all the windows and drew the curtains, then sat down next to Xiao Hong. Smelling an inexplicable, unpleasant odor emanating from Xu Tianfu, Xiao Hong shifted slightly, instinctively wanting to move away from him. But then, Xu Tianfu's cold hand landed on Xiao Hong's bare leg, disgustingly stroking it.

Xiao Hong hurriedly moved her thigh away, angrily glaring at Xu Tianfu and demanding, "Deputy Director Xu, what are you doing?" She then tried to stand up.

But then Xu Tianfu pounced on her, pinning Xiao Hong beneath him and lewdly saying, "Miss Xiao, why are you angry? I've admired you for a long time." His hands were already groping Xiao Hong's chest and legs.

Xiao Hong, filled with shame and anger, struggled desperately, shouting, "Let me go! Or else…" Before she could finish, Xu Tianfu's large mouth was pressed against hers. His breath, reeking of garlic, sprayed onto her face. His lips were being forcefully sucked, and Xu Tianfu's filthy tongue tried to force its way into Xiao Hong's tightly clenched mouth.

Xiao Hong struggled desperately, shaking her head, but her body was pinned down, unable to move. She could only try to stop Xu Tianfu from kneading her breasts, waist, and thighs. Soon, her hands were also grabbed and pulled above her head.

With one hand holding Xiao Hong's hands down, Xu Tianfu's other hand groped her body even more brazenly. Xiao Hong screamed desperately, and one of her high heels fell off to the ground as she struggled.

Xu Tianfu sneered, "Go ahead and scream, this room is soundproof!" As he spoke, he brazenly lifted the hem of Xiao Hong's high-slit cheongsam up to her abdomen, revealing her white underwear.

Xiao Hong trembled all over. Terrified and desperate, she felt Xu Tianfu's hand groping her genitals through her white silk panties. The intense shame caused her immense pain, and her violent struggles nearly exhausted her strength. Soon, her panties were pulled down to her legs.

Seeing Xiao Hong gradually losing her strength, Xu Tianfu grinned maliciously, arching his back and raising his lower body to unbutton his pants. But at that moment, Xiao Hong seized the opportunity, lifting her thigh that had just freed itself from under Xu Tianfu, and kneed him in the groin as he triumphantly reached for his weapon.

"Oh my god!" Xu Tianfu screamed in agony, clutching his genitals and rolling off the sofa to the floor, curling up in pain. Xiao Hong immediately jumped off the sofa, angrily kicking the groaning Xu Tianfu with her left foot, still in its high heel. At the same time, with trembling hands, she grabbed her small bag from the table, pulled out a gleaming silver pistol, and pointed it at Xu Tianfu.

Lying on the ground, Xu Tianfu, upon seeing Xiao Hong pull out a gun and point it at him, was so terrified that he ignored the pain in his lower body and lay prostrate on the ground, bowing and kowtowing to Xiao Hong in a trembling voice, pleading, "No...no, don't shoot! I...I was confused for a moment, Miss Xiao...please be magnanimous...give me...a chance to repent..."

Looking at Xu Tianfu, whose glasses had slipped down and were hanging from one ear, uttering incoherently, Xiao Hong truly wanted to shoot him immediately to avenge the humiliation she had just suffered. But reason made her abandon the idea. She retreated to the sofa, standing and putting her right foot into the high heel she had kicked off during the struggle. Then, looking at the still trembling Xu Tianfu on the ground, she said contemptuously, "You shameless beast in human clothing!" With that, she forcefully opened the door and rushed out.

The door slammed heavily against the wall with a loud "bang." Xu Tianfu, lying on the ground, trembled in fright. It took him a while to raise his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with malice as he stared at the tightly closed door. After a long pause, he said fiercely, "One day, I'll make you regret this!"

Unfortunately, Xiao Hong didn't hear his vicious curse. After escaping from Xu Tianfu, she felt her whole body ache from the fear and struggle, her underwear soaked with sweat. The next day, Xiao Hong, finding it unbearable to continue working with Xu Tianfu and using him to pass intelligence, went directly to Boss Dai, who had repeatedly commended her, and complained about Xu.

Boss Dai, who had always valued Hua Jianxiong and naturally favored Xiao Hong, was furious upon hearing this and immediately wanted to execute Xu Tianfu. In the end, it was only through Xiao Hong's persuasive words that she begged Boss Dai to spare his life, and Xu Tianfu was spared. However, he was dismissed from his position as deputy director and transferred to a field surveillance post.

Carrying the lingering shame in her heart, Xiao Hong only stayed in Chongqing for a few days before hastily returning to Shanghai.

Thinking of the past, Xiao Hong couldn't help but sigh. Looking at the curtains billowing in the night wind, she felt increasingly lonely, a voice in her heart whispering a deep longing: "Jianxiong, will you come again tonight?"

Chapter 014:

The nights in Shanghai were filled with bustling and vibrant places. Liuyuefang was a place that made the wealthy feel like they were in paradise. Of course, for the powerless, it was no different from the underworld, and it was best to keep a respectful distance.

Shanghai was a melting pot of all sorts of people, from the most shady to the most cunning. But Hua Jianxiong had never heard of any local bully daring to break the rules, dine and dash, or cause trouble. After all, the two powerful backers behind Liuyuefang were people no one in Shanghai could afford to offend or move: the Japanese military police commander and Boss Zhou of No. 76.

Anyone who was in Shanghai knew that this place was jointly owned by Boss Zhou's first wife and the Japanese military police commander. Of course, although it was called a partnership, the Commander didn't need to invest a single silver dollar. His half was covered by Boss Zhou, and the Commander only needed to collect his share on time.

Therefore, Liuyuefang was the lifeline for the Military Police Commander and Boss Zhou. Who in Shanghai at that time would dare to pluck a tiger's mantle and cut off their source of income? It was precisely for this reason that this place was a frequent haunt of the Japanese and Shanghai's wealthy and influential figures. Partly to support Boss Zhou, and partly for the peace and security it offered.

Hua Jianxiong and Wu Tian had been at Liuyuefang for some time. They had reserved a private Chinese-style room on the second floor and ordered a table full of chicken, duck, fish, and meat. Hua Jianxiong's mood was now as calm as still water. The intelligence had been sent out. He believed Xiao Hong would handle it flawlessly, and news would arrive tomorrow, greatly improving his situation.

Today in Hongkou, not a single Japanese person had mentioned the ambassador's assassination attempt to him, and Wu Tian seemed to have heard nothing about it either. This reassured him considerably; things might not be as complicated as he had imagined. Better to remain still than act rashly. What he needed to do now was spend a peaceful night with Takeda in this brothel. Perhaps the clouds would clear by tomorrow's sunrise.

The girls at Liuyuefang were renowned for their allure. So, as soon as they entered the private room, Takeda ordered the waiter to bring over female waitresses to keep them company. Now, both Hua Jianxiong and Takeda had a young, beautiful waitress in a sexy cheongsam pouring and urging them to drink.

Takeda was a heavy drinker and womanizer, so when the waitress named Xiaoyan sat down next to him, he groped and kissed her, laughing lewdly, completely disregarding the fact that Hua Jianxiong was sitting opposite him.

The girl next to Hua Jianxiong, named Qiqi, looked delicate and fresh. Although she wore heavy makeup and laughed and joked with Hua Jianxiong, when he put his arm around her slender waist and, fueled by alcohol, kneaded her small but firm breasts, he could clearly feel Qiqi trembling and deliberately trying to avoid him.

"Probably her first time entertaining guests? Hmm, she might even be a virgin." Thinking this, Hua Jianxiong, like many normal men, felt a surge of excitement. He turned his head to carefully examine Qi Qi, who was being held in his arms. Although her makeup was heavy, it couldn't conceal her youthful and pure beauty. Her large, clear eyes seemed to dodge his gaze, as if afraid of him.

"Ouch...you're hurting Xiao Yan so much, sir..." Xiao Yan's loud cries drew Hua Jianxiong's attention towards Takeda. He saw Takeda's hand groping haphazardly under Xiao Yan's cheongsam. Seeing Hua Jianxiong watching him, Takeda, as if showing off, pulled his hand out from under the cheongsam, holding it up to reveal two wet fingers, and laughed loudly at Hua Jianxiong.

Seeing this, Hua Jianxiong laughed along, saying, "Mr. Takeda is truly amazing. Let's see what I can do." He turned and kissed Qiqi's cherry lips, which were flushed and nestled in his arms. One hand slipped under Qiqi's cheongsam, running down her thigh to her wonderfully soft panties.

Qiqi struggled weakly in Hua Jianxiong's arms, but his large hand was already inside her panties, pressing against her slightly damp vulva without warning. Hua Jianxiong went further, attempting to slip his tongue into Qiqi's cherry-red mouth, but met with tightly closed teeth. His belief that Qiqi was a virgin only strengthened. His fingers, pressing against Qiqi's genitals, began to rhythmically probe.

"Ah, no…" Qiqi turned her head, breaking free from Hua Jianxiong's large mouth, moaning in a slightly panicked voice. But anyone could hear the weakness in her breath.

Hua Jianxiong's fingers were already halfway into Qi Qi's wet, tight crevice, quickly becoming soaked with slippery, lustful fluids. He felt a sense of conquering satisfaction. Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but grab Qi Qi's panties, wanting to pull them down to see the boundless spring scenery beneath. Just as the thought crossed his mind, he suddenly heard a short, agonizing scream from Wu Tian's direction.

Hua Jianxiong jolted, realizing something was wrong. Turning his head, he saw Wu Tian staring with wide, pig-like eyes, his hands clutching his bleeding neck, making strange, chilling "gurgling" sounds. Meanwhile, Xiao Yan in his arms had struggled, clutching a gleaming, blood-dripping knife, her face revealing a resolute and murderous intent.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong turn his head, Xiao Yan shouted urgently, "Why aren't you doing it yet!" Before he could react, Hua Jianxiong felt a heat on his leg. "I've been hit!" he thought to himself. In an instant, Hua Jianxiong realized that Qi Qi beside him was also an assassin. He was startled, and his right hand instinctively reached for his gun at

his waist. At the same time, he slapped Qi Qi's left hand hard against her soft breast. Qi Qi let out a short scream in terror and staggered to the ground. Hua Jianxiong's hand had just touched the gun handle when he suddenly saw Xiao Yan rush in front of him, holding a large vase, which she hurled at his head. Hua Jianxiong instinctively tilted his head to avoid it, inwardly screaming, "It's over..." In the blink of an eye, with a deafening crash of a shattered vase, a searing pain shot through his head, his vision went black, he swayed twice, and collapsed heavily to the ground, his eyes glazed.

Chapter 015:

After watching Hua Jianxiong follow Lin Meiyin out to the old man's place, Liu Mei pondered for a moment before going to Hua Jianxiong's desk. She picked up a pen and paper from the desk, wrote something, tore off a piece of paper, grabbed her small bag, and hurriedly left the office.

In the corridor, she encountered several female employees from her department, and Liu Mei, unusually, greeted them with a smile. The female employees were somewhat flattered and quickly smiled back, one of them even admiringly praising her radiant complexion.

Exiting the gate of No. 76, Liu Mei boarded a rickshaw and gave an address. The driver then pulled the rickshaw with all his might.

Sitting in the rickshaw, Liu Mei's mood gradually relaxed. Remembering the female employee's comment about her good complexion, Liu Mei took out a small, gold-plated round mirror from her purse and looked at her face. Her complexion was indeed good, rosy and with a faint glow. Satisfied, Liu Mei put the mirror back in her bag, suddenly feeling that the weather was truly lovely today.

Thinking of Hua Jianxiong's two intimate encounters with her in the office earlier that day, a bittersweet satisfaction welled up inside her. Hua Jianxiong's dual identity wasn't really a secret to Liu Mei. She had been placed in the 76th Division largely because of him.

She had gone to great lengths to establish herself by his side, including many calculated maneuvers. She hadn't hesitated about it. From the moment she received this assignment, she had been mentally prepared for this. Her beloved had sacrificed himself on the battlefield against the Japanese; she didn't know for whom she would cherish her virginity. Perhaps she should offer it to this suffering nation.

Therefore, from the moment she entered No. 76, she unhesitatingly used her beauty as a weapon, quickly gaining a foothold beside Hua Jianxiong and successfully securing the position that granted her access to No. 76's core secrets.

In her interactions with Hua Jianxiong, she went from initially feigning interest to later becoming completely at ease. She always secretly comforted herself: rather than letting those real traitors take it, it's better to give it to this person, who, while not exactly like-minded, at least shares the same goal.

Gradually, she found herself becoming infatuated with this somewhat rough man. She understood the psychological pressure of having a dual identity in the treacherous environment of No. 76, so she indulged her body to a certain extent. This was also a natural protective shield: everyone assumed she was in this position because of her unforgettable beauty, and anyone who wanted to take advantage of her would have to consider who was behind her.

Liu Mei had even considered trying to win over Hua Jianxiong, but after careful observation and testing, she discovered that Hua Jianxiong was exceptionally ruthless towards the Communists, realizing that her idea was too risky, so she had to abandon it.

This position did indeed provide her with great convenience; under Hua Jianxiong's protection, she gained many advantages and obtained a large amount of valuable intelligence. Like today, Jianxiong actually agreed to her request to keep Zhou Liping, although he agreed in the heat of the moment, but after calming down, he still nodded. This gave her time to implement the next step of the rescue plan. Now, she needed to pass this intelligence out immediately.

Sitting in the rickshaw, recalling Hua Jianxiong's last words as he left the office, Liu Mei's heart stirred slightly. Getting Hua Jianxiong to change his mind was indeed a very difficult thing.

She suddenly remembered Lin Meiyin, who had been eavesdropping outside while she and Jianxiong were being intimate, and a blush immediately rose to her face, a barely perceptible smile appearing on her lips.

Her panic at that time was actually feigned. In truth, Liu Mei couldn't wait for others to see her intimate with Hua Jianxiong. It was an open secret within No. 76 that she was Hua Jianxiong's woman. There was nothing wrong with letting others know how infatuated Jianxiong was with her, especially with Lin Meiyin, that somewhat annoying woman. Based on a woman's intuition, she felt that Lin Meiyin had feelings for Jianxiong, and she couldn't let her threaten her position.

The rickshaw traveled for about half an hour, passing through a stone alley and arriving at a main street lined with shops. Following Liu Mei's directions, the rickshaw stopped outside a cheongsam shop. After paying the fare, Liu Mei gracefully alighted. As if casually browsing the shop signs, Liu Mei carefully observed the area, and seeing nothing unusual, she strolled into the Duan's Cheongsam Shop.

Liu Mei entered the cheongsam shop. There were no other customers in the shop. The shopkeeper, who had been dozing in the corner, immediately stood up to greet her as she entered, saying, "Miss, would you like to choose a cheongsam?" Liu Mei nodded and said, "I'll take my time to see if there's any fabric or style that suits my taste. Shopkeeper, please go about your business." They exchanged a glance and then looked away. The shopkeeper said, "Please take your time choosing," and then hunched over and went back to his corner to continue dozing.

As Liu Mei walked, she slowly looked at the various cheongsam samples hanging on the racks and the different fabrics on the counter, occasionally reaching out her delicate, fair hand to gently feel the texture of the fabrics. She casually walked to a corner where several old-fashioned cheongsams hung. They looked like they hadn't been touched in a long time, and there was some dust on them.

Liu Mei seemed somewhat interested in one of the cheongsams. Pretending to examine the trim on the hem, she half-squatted down, holding the hem of the cheongsam hanging there with her left hand. She glanced around, then swiftly slipped a pre-prepared note into a roll of fabric hidden beneath the hem with her right hand.

Liu Mei's heart pounded. She felt a strange excitement as she slipped the note in, even feeling a surge of heat in her lower body. Each time she relayed intelligence, Liu Mei experienced a peculiar pleasure. Entering this cheongsam shop, which served as a liaison station, and seeing the comrade she didn't even recognize, the shopkeeper named Duan, made Liu Mei even more aware of her Communist Party identity and the dangerous situation of

being in a den of thieves. She was always very careful, but the risks were unavoidable. So every time Liu Mei entered this cheongsam shop, she thought, "What would Jianxiong do if he knew I was a Communist?" She also imagined the Japanese waiting inside to arrest her after her identity was exposed. But Liu Mei's strongest imagination was that Hua Jianxiong would follow her into the cheongsam shop, order his men to tie her up, and put her in a prison van.

However, in reality, each rendezvous went smoothly; the imagined arresting officers never appeared, at least for now, Hua Jianxiong trusted her completely.

After slipping the note into the fabric of the cheongsam, Liu Mei glanced around the shop and said, "Nothing new..." Then, with a "Take care, Miss," from the shopkeeper, Duan, she gracefully left the cheongsam shop.

Outside, seeing the driver was still there, Liu Mei got into his car and said, "To Xianghe Apartment." The driver nodded without a word and started driving. Inside the car, Liu Mei was still basking in the excitement of delivering the intelligence. If she had turned to look back at the car then, she would have seen two young men wearing baseball caps walking towards Duan's Cheongsam Shop from a distance.

Inside Duan's Cheongsam Shop, after watching Liu Mei's beautiful figure disappear through the door, Manager Duan quickly went to the dusty cheongsams Liu Mei had been admiring. Just as he took the note from inside the fabric, he heard someone call out, "Old Duan, I'm here."Manager Duan's heart pounded a few times, but he quickly regained his composure. He recognized Huang Keji's voice.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Manager Duan quickly slipped the note into the hidden pocket of his long robe. Turning around with a slight frown, he saw Huang Keji and another young man he'd never seen before standing before him.

Seeing Manager Duan turn around, Huang Keji hurriedly stepped forward and grasped his hand, saying, "Old Duan, I've come this time to…"

He was stopped before he could finish by Old Duan's stern gaze. Old Duan pulled his hand away from Huang Keji's grasp, sized up the young man standing behind Huang Keji, and questioned, "And this is…?"

Faced with Manager Duan's question, Huang Keji was somewhat embarrassed and quickly turned to pat the young man's shoulder, saying, "This is Comrade Gou Ming, whom I recently recruited into the organization. During the recent anti-traitor operation, we were fortunate to escape danger thanks to his help."

Upon hearing this, Old Duan couldn't help but glance at the man named Gou Ming standing behind Huang Keji, who was smiling at him. He knew about the incident a while ago when Huang Keji led a group to ambush a minor leader of the 76th Division and almost fell into a trap. It was said that they escaped thanks to the help of a man eating noodles by the roadside, who then killed the minor leader.

Old Duan nodded, his expression softening, but he still frowned and said, "You know the rules of the liaison station. According to regulations, information about this place is not allowed to be disseminated. I will report today's events to my superiors."

Seeing Huang Keji nodding awkwardly, Old Duan asked, "What brings you here today?"

Huang Keji looked sad and said, "It's about Liping. She's going to be executed at the 76th Division tonight."

Old Duan's brow twitched; he had only learned about this today. He had met Zhou Liping several times; she was a beautiful and lively young woman who always sweetly called him Uncle Duan. He had made several of her cheongsams by hand, and he remembered complimenting her on her figure when taking her measurements. Back then, Zhou Liping always had a look of both happiness and shyness. Old Duan was deeply saddened to learn that Liping had fallen into the clutches of No. 76. The thought of Liping being brutally murdered tonight made the veins on his forehead throb.

"Sigh!" Old Duan sighed, walked to the dark counter, picked up the pipe on it, filled his pipe with tobacco, lit it, and began to smoke.

Seeing Old Duan's sorrowful expression, Huang Keji stepped forward and whispered, "Old Duan, I want to gather our strength and go rescue Liping tonight! I hope you can help me."

Hearing this, Old Duan took a deep drag, immediately choking on the smoke and coughing, shaking his head between coughs, saying, "No, no, going to No. 76 to storm the execution ground is tantamount to suicide..." He coughed even more violently.

Huang Keji said anxiously, "If we don't do this, what will happen to Liping?" Lao Duan patted his aching chest and said, "No means no! Do you think the higher-ups will agree to this? You're talking nonsense!"

Huang Keji blushed upon hearing this, suppressing his anger as he said, "Lao Duan, I'm not acting recklessly. If you don't want to rescue her, I'll take my own brothers!"

Seeing Huang Keji's agitated and flushed face, Lao Duan couldn't help but shake his head. Huang Keji had always been somewhat impulsive, and this had become even more pronounced after Zhou Liping's arrest. Now, Lao Duan didn't know how to calm him down.

Just as Lao Duan was considering how to persuade Huang Keji, Gou Ming, who had been silent all along, said, "Brother Huang, if we're going to rescue someone at No. 76 tonight, I'll definitely participate." After a pause, Gou Ming ignored Lao Duan's dissatisfied gaze and continued, "But this is almost impossible to succeed. What if there are changes, we will..."

"Changes? What changes?" Huang Keji impatiently interrupted Gou Ming.

Upon hearing the word "change," Lao Duan suddenly remembered the intelligence he had received before Huang Keji entered. Since he hadn't had a chance to look at it, he didn't know its contents. Thinking of this, Lao Duan said to Huang Keji, "Wait a moment." He then lifted a curtain and went into the inner room.

A moment later, he came out with a joyful expression and said, "Liping won't be killed tonight!"

Huang Keji and Gou Ming were stunned. After a long pause, Huang Keji asked suspiciously, "Where did this intelligence come from? It's not a lie, is it?"

Gou Ming's small eyes darted around as he nodded in agreement. Lao Duan smiled and said, "Of course it's true, it's a message from 'Feng.'"

Huang Keji was overjoyed, but quickly looked at Lao Duan with suspicion and said, "Lao Duan, could it be to stop me from rescuing her...? I need to see the intelligence 'Feng' sent."

Lao Duan hesitated upon hearing this. According to regulations, anything sent by "Feng" could only be delivered to Zhou Xueping, the district party secretary. However, considering the need to stop Huang Keji's reckless actions and his position as the head of the action department, Lao Duan ultimately decided to give the note to Huang Keji.

Huang Keji looked at the words "Liping is safe, execution cancelled" written in Song typeface on the note, and excitedly smiled at Gou Ming, who was beside him, head tilted and staring intently at the note: "That's wonderful, wonderful!" He then returned the note to Lao Duan and said, "Lao Duan, this is truly good news! You must pass this message on to Comrade Xueping as soon as possible. I'll go see her tomorrow to discuss rescuing Liping."

After saying that, he turned back to Gou Ming and smiled, "Come on, let's go have a few drinks." He then bid farewell to Lao Duan and strode away from the cheongsam shop with Gou Ming.

Chapter 016: The

No. 76 underground prison was very well-equipped, with three underground levels. Large, medium, and small cells, various interrogation rooms, and rooms for the guards were all available. In a spacious rest room on the first level of the underground prison, Liu Dazhuang and his thugs were sitting around two large square tables pushed together, eating pig's head meat and drinking sorghum liquor.

Due to the large number of people and the strong liquor, Liu Dazhuang had rolled up his sleeves and left his shirt wide open, revealing his hairy chest. Liu Dazhuang wiped the sweat from his brow, slammed his fist on the table, and said in a gruff voice, "Brothers, we need to get down to business later, so let's not drink anymore."

Hearing his men's agreement, Liu Dazhuang taunted them with a double entendre, "Haven't really gotten down to business in over a month, are your tools still up to par?"

Seeing the burly men's lewd grins, he snorted and said, "The list has been distributed. Tonight, eight male and five female prisoners will be executed. You'd better do it cleanly, don't drag it out and embarrass me."

The thugs excitedly shouted their support. Suddenly, one of the thugs, named Liu San, with a long scar on his face, asked, "Boss, who's supervising the executions today?"

Liu Dazhuang glanced at his subordinate with the same surname and said, "The director probably won't come in person. That guy surnamed Li hasn't been seen for quite some time." At this point, Liu Dazhuang revealed a sinister smile: "I bet it's Secretary Liu."

Hearing Liu Dazhuang's words, the thugs all laughed lewdly. One of the bolder ones excitedly shouted, "Damn it, tonight we'll definitely give those women a good beating!"

"I really wish I could execute her on the spot too!"

Listening to his subordinates' unrestrained teasing, Liu Dazhuang felt a surge of restlessness. Liu Mei frequently opposed him, and this morning she had exposed his shortcomings in front of the director. Many times, especially when torturing and ravaging female prisoners, Liu Dazhuang had fantasized that the naked, crying female prisoner was the cold and beautiful Liu Mei. He would definitely fuck her to his heart's content, then let her slowly endure all kinds of torture, listening to her scream in pain.

However, Liu Dazhuang also knew that this was just a pipe dream. After all, this coveted little wench was a favorite of the director.

Liu Dazhuang waved his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Be careful the director finds out, or he'll kill you all." Seeing his subordinates slowly calming down, he was about to give the order to begin when he heard a voice that annoyed him.

"Old Liu, what are you afraid the section chief will find out about?" Before the words were finished, a burly man walked in, followed by two thugs.

"Wu Sibao! What's this guy doing here?" Liu Dazhuang felt uncomfortable all over, but he had no choice but to stand up and smile at the burly man who was walking towards him, saying, "What wind blew you here, Old Wu? If I remember correctly, the section chief assigned all the work to us tonight."

Wu Sibao laughed and said, "Old Liu, don't be so nervous. I know it's your turn to get the good job today."

Looking at Liu Dazhuang, who was glaring at him, Wu Sibao continued, "Brother, I've been so bored I'm practically a bird in the sand. I've come to observe today. Old Liu, you won't be unwelcome, will you?"

Liu Dazhuang cursed inwardly, "Welcome my foot!" But he said aloud, "Not at all, not at all. I hope you'll give me your guidance, Old Wu." After saying that, he told his men to offer him a seat and serve tea.

It turned out that Wu Sibao was also a ruthless member of Hua Jianxiong's gang, known for his cunning and treacherous nature. At first glance, Wu Sibao appeared to be a crude and barbaric fellow with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a muscular build. However, after witnessing Wu Sibao's interrogation methods, Liu Dazhuang reflected on his approach for three days, considering whether he should switch careers and sell pancakes. Compared to his own forceful and aggressive interrogation methods, Wu Sibao employed a different, slow and meticulous approach.

While Liu Dazhuang's prisoners, regardless of age or gender, would be mangled and screaming in the interrogation room, Wu Sibao preferred to slowly torture them, wearing down their will both mentally and physically. Often, prisoners would be tortured for an entire day, their bodies seemingly unharmed, but their spirits already broken.

After reflecting on his methods, Liu Dazhuang also wanted to change his interrogation techniques. Unfortunately, old habits die hard. Fortunately, Hua Jianxiong had always appreciated Liu Dazhuang's loyalty and diligence, and Liu Dazhuang's interrogation techniques were also effective on some people. Therefore, Liu Dazhuang could still be on equal footing with Wu Sibao, taking turns to carry out important interrogation and execution tasks.

After gesturing for Wu Sibao to sit down, Liu Dazhuang raised his wrist with a hint of smugness, glanced at his watch, and loudly ordered, "It's almost seven o'clock. Liu San, take the brothers to bring out the prisoners who are about to be executed and complete the formalities."

Liu San immediately agreed loudly, and the other thugs in the room became excited, creating a chaotic scene.

Watching Liu San leave with his men, Liu Dazhuang glanced at Wu Sibao, who was leisurely sipping tea, and roared, "After the men sign, lock them all in temporary cell number one in the upstairs courtyard. As for the women… bring them here for another round of questioning." He then chuckled lewdly. Wu Sibao

also chuckled maliciously. Although the two usually clashed over vying for favor, they shared similar flaws and a mutual respect. Upon hearing Liu Dazhuang's order, the thugs inside the room noisily sprang into action, following Liu San out of the break room to fetch prisoners from their cells.

Not long after, Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao heard the sound of shackles dragging on the floor and the shouts and curses of the thugs outside. Soon, five women, their hands and feet handcuffed behind their backs and heavily shackled, were brought in. Leading them, dragged in, was the heavily injured Zhou Liping. The other two female prisoners also appeared to be seriously injured, barely able to take a step even when dragged and supported by the thugs.

Liu Dazhuang gestured to Liu San and the other thugs, and Zhou Liping and the others were taken to the wall and ordered to kneel in a row against it. Except for Zhou Liping, the other four female prisoners slumped to their knees. Zhou Liping struggled for a while, but was finally forced to kneel on the ground by the thugs. Perhaps the injury to her leg was too severe, for she knelt crookedly, unconsciously groaning softly.

Chapter 017

Wu Sibao leaned leisurely back in his chair, surveying the five women kneeling in a row on the ground. The two kneeling on the left were the ones he had interrogated. Although the two women looked haggard, there was no obvious blood on their faces. Their cheongsams were tattered, but at least they could cover their bodies. One of them, quite attractive, was wearing torn flesh-colored stockings and low-heeled black leather shoes.

Only Wu Sibao knew that these two women were covered in wounds. Their breasts, which had protruded under their cheongsams, had been branded with hot irons, leaving little undamaged flesh. Their lower bodies, with their underwear removed, were already swollen and red. He also knew that the attractive woman's toenails were gone, which he had personally plucked one by one with pliers. Wu Sibao still remembered the woman's agonizing screams.

The three female prisoners Liu Dazhuang had interrogated were kneeling there, all with bruised and swollen faces, covered in blood. Wu Sibao had secretly shaken his head when he saw Zhou Liping and the other two being dragged in, disapproving of Liu Dazhuang's handiwork.

When Zhou Liping struggled to kneel, Wu Sibao took the opportunity to carefully examine the young woman. "Hmm, excellent figure, but unfortunately her nose is broken, and half her face is swollen. However, you can still see her former beauty. It's such a waste to hand over such a beauty to that idiot Liu Dazhuang for interrogation." As

Wu Sibao was lost in thought, he heard Liu Dazhuang banging on the table and shouting, "We'll be sending you all to your deaths soon, let's get down to business and get your signatures."

The female prisoners kneeling on the ground paled at his words. Two of them couldn't help but cry out. One of them cried out, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I've confessed everything..."

Liu Dazhuang sneered, "So what if you confessed? You only have yourself to blame for opposing me."

The execution order was placed beside Zhou Liping and the others by the thugs. The rather attractive woman and the other two female prisoners resignedly turned their bodies, tears streaming down their faces, and pressed their handcuffed hands into the inkpad, then tremblingly pressed their bright red fingerprints onto the execution order.

Hearing Liu Dazhuang's words, Zhou Liping understood that she was about to be executed in this dark No. 76. Although she knew this day would come when she was arrested and constantly encouraged herself with the memory of her fallen comrades, she still felt a little panicked when the moment actually arrived. For a moment, her mind went blank.

Listening to the cries of her fellow prisoners, Zhou Liping couldn't help but think of her beloved sister Xueping and the man she cared about. The twenty-year-old quickly calmed down. Seeing the inkpad and execution order handed to her by the thugs, Zhou Liping glanced at them contemptuously, then sneered, "Kill me if you want, but you want me to put my fingerprint on your filthy, sinister execution order? Don't even think about it!"

Liu Dazhuang sneered, "You little bitch, still being stubborn even when you're about to die! In a minute, I'll beat you senseless! I'll make you tremble with fear when you get down there!" He then winked at Liu San and the others.

Zhou Liping, hearing Liu Dazhuang's shameless threat, angrily cursed, "Beast!" But Liu San had already pressed his thumb into the inkpad, forcibly prying her hand and pressing it heavily onto the execution order. Another female prisoner, already slumped on the ground, had her fingerprint pressed in the same way by Liu San.

Seeing that Zhou Liping and the others had pressed their fingerprints on the execution order, Liu Dazhuang stood up and said to Wu Sibao with a smile, "Old Wu, business's done, shall we men see them off?" He then lewdly pointed to Zhou Liping and several other female prisoners kneeling in a row against the wall and said, "Any of them do I fancy?"

Wu Sibao glanced at Zhou Liping and said, "This little wench is interesting, let's go with her!"

Liu Dazhuang laughed and said, "Old Wu, you're quite the expert, good eye indeed." He then roared to his men, who were already itching to get down to business, "Brothers, have some fun, don't let them starve to death! Liu San, send someone upstairs to keep watch, and when they see Secretary Liu coming, come down and report immediately." He then rushed to the wall and dragged up a rather attractive female prisoner wearing a cheongsam and stockings.Wu Sibao dragged the struggling Zhou Liping to the table, pressed her upper body backward onto the surface, and grabbed her breasts, kneading them forcefully. Zhou Liping struggled and screamed desperately. The handcuffs behind her back and pressed against her body caused her excruciating pain, and the forceful kneading of her already aching breasts made her scream involuntarily. After struggling for a short while, she weakly gave up resisting.

Zhou Liping felt the hem of her cheongsam being roughly lifted, revealing her already naked lower body. Then, her legs were forcibly spread apart. A terrifyingly hard object pressed against her swollen, sticky vulva. Without hesitation, the hot, thick object forcefully forced its way into her vagina, which had been branded during torture.

"Ah..." Zhou Liping screamed in agony, her vision blurring, tears streaming down her pale face. With each increasingly ferocious thrust from Wu Sibao, Zhou Liping's mind went blank.

Since being captured and taken to No. 76, she had been raped countless times by these demons. She could endure the physical pain, but the mental torment was unbearable. During the humiliation, she didn't even dare to think of the lover she cared for; she felt she had truly wronged him. Now, about to leave this world, her last act before execution was to endure such humiliation. She felt she was about to collapse.

"Sister, help me... let me die," Zhou Liping cried out desperately in her heart.

Liu Dazhuang, on the other side, was also having a great time. He thrust his lower body forcefully, looking down at his thick, dark brown penis sliding in and out of the woman's swollen vagina.

The woman hadn't resisted from the beginning, obediently letting Liu Dazhuang hold her upper body down on the table. Liu Dazhuang easily entered her from behind. Seeing his penis stained a strange color by the blood from the woman's vagina, Liu Dazhuang felt immense pleasure. The thought that this woman, whom he was fucking so painfully, would soon be shot dead by a hail of bullets filled Liu Dazhuang with even more excitement. Liu Dazhuang

was sweating profusely when he suddenly noticed one of his henchmen standing to the side, watching with glazed eyes. He beckoned and grinned maliciously, saying, "Don't let her mouth be idle, feed her!" The thug understood, immediately grabbing the woman's hair, pulling out his now-hard penis, and shoving it into the female prisoner's mouth, thrusting it in and out forcefully.

Chaos erupted in the room. The thugs were frantically raping the female prisoners who were about to be executed. Because there were so many thugs, each woman was surrounded by several, and every shameful part of her body was being simultaneously violated in various ways by several men. The thugs' lewd laughter and the women's painful moans mingled in the room.

Wu Sibao was also sweating. He slowed his pace, let out a long breath, and slowly withdrew his blood-stained penis. He turned the semi-conscious Zhou Liping over, and with a lingering groan, he thrust his still-erect penis all the way into Zhou Liping's anus, which had been torn during the torture.

After a series of frenzied thrusts, Wu Sibao trembled and ejaculated his thick, white semen deep inside Zhou Liping's body. After Wu Sibao left Zhou Liping's body, the other thugs who had been waiting nearby immediately pounced on her.

Liu Dazhuang also finished his business. He and Wu Sibao each pulled up a chair and sat down, watching their men brutally rape Zhou Liping and the other dying female prisoners. Liu Dazhuang habitually checked his watch, frowning as he said, "Why aren't they here yet?"

Just then, a junior agent rushed into the room, ran to Liu Dazhuang's side, and whispered, "Secretary Liu is here."

Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao exchanged a glance, then shouted to the thugs who were oblivious to the rape of the female prisoners, "Someone from above is here! Get to your positions!"

The thugs panicked, frantically putting on their clothes. Some thugs, still reluctant to let go, thrust a few more times, ejaculating large amounts of thick, sticky semen into the women's bodies.

Chapter 018:

After visiting Duan's Qipao Shop, Liu Mei returned to her home in Xianghe Apartment. She soaked in the bathtub for a long time, letting her mind and body relax. After eating some food prepared by the servants, and seeing that it was getting late, she changed into a black Western-style outfit, quickly groomed herself, and took a car to No. 76.

As soon as she reached the backyard, she saw a junior agent hurriedly running into the passage connecting to the underground prison. Liu Mei knew he was running down to report something; she could imagine what shady business Liu Dazhuang and his men were up to. Liu Mei deliberately slowed her pace; she didn't want to witness their disgraceful behavior.

The crisp, pleasant sound of her high heels hitting the concrete floor brought Liu Mei to the door of the break room. The thugs inside were dressed neatly, but their faces showed unease.

Liu Mei ignored Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao, who stood up and bowed to her, and instead focused her gaze on Zhou Liping and the other female prisoners kneeling against the wall. They were all dazed, panting, their hair disheveled, their tattered clothes revealing their flesh, their exposed legs stained with blood, and suspicious fresh, sticky stains glistening under the light. They had clearly just been gang-raped.

Seeing this scene, Liu Mei felt a tightness in her chest, but tried her best to appear nonchalant. She looked at Wu Sibao and asked, "Old Wu, what are you doing here?"

Wu Sibao, who had been staring intently at Liu Mei's curvaceous figure, immediately smiled and replied, "This subordinate came here to see if I could help."

Liu Mei snorted, not bothering to argue with him, and said to Liu Dazhuang, "Give me the execution orders."

Upon hearing this, Liu Dazhuang hurriedly took the several already-signed execution orders from Liu San and respectfully presented them to Liu Mei with both hands. Liu Mei looked at them, pulled out one, and tore it into pieces with a few snaps.

Seeing this, Liu Dazhuang anxiously said, "Secretary Liu, what's going on..." Liu Mei coldly looked at Liu Dazhuang and said, "The Chief has ordered that Zhou Liping's execution be postponed and she be imprisoned pending trial."

Liu Dazhuang was stunned for a moment before coming to his senses and said, "The Chief didn't give me any instructions, this..."

Liu Mei coldly said, "What, do you want me to go and find the Chief to explain to you in person?" Upon hearing this,

Liu Dazhuang immediately put on a smile and said, "Not at all, not at all, how could I dare? Secretary Liu's orders are exactly what the Chief ordered." Saying this, he shouted to Liu San, "Take Zhou Liping to the special prison and keep a close watch on her."

Liu San responded and took another agent over to lift Zhou Liping up. At this moment, Liu Mei coldly said to Liu Dazhuang again, "The Chief has ordered that a doctor be sent to examine her immediately."

Liu Mei saw that Zhou Liping was so weak that she could not even stand. She snorted and said, "From now on, no one is allowed to lay a finger on her!" Liu Dazhuang and the others nodded in agreement, and Liu San hurriedly took Zhou Liping away.

Seeing Zhou Liping being taken away, Wu Sibao nudged the still-dazed Liu Dazhuang with his elbow and gave him a wink. Liu Dazhuang immediately snapped out of it and cautiously asked Liu Mei, "Secretary Liu, can we begin?" Liu Mei nodded and walked straight out.

The backyard of No. 76 was large, and a section on the west side was designated as an execution ground for prisoners. Because No. 76 was located in the city, it was publicly known as a shooting range for special agents to practice their marksmanship. To avoid suspicion, three thick walls, each four zhang high, were built around the execution ground area, and it was strictly stipulated that only two batches of prisoners could be executed here each month. Those exceeding this number were taken out of No. 76 to the suburbs for execution. A small number of important prisoners to be executed by firing squad or by other means were executed in the basement.

In reality, for prisoners, being executed by firing squad in No. 76 was considered a lucky death. Some die-hards or young, beautiful female prisoners who particularly aroused the lust of the agents were often tortured to death or executed in extremely vile and cruel ways.Two meters in front of the high wall at the front of the execution ground stood six two-meter-high wooden pillars, used to bind and restrain prisoners. Over time, the blood of the executed men and women stained the pillars black, and even the ground beneath them turned purplish-black. The pillars and the stone wall behind them were riddled with bullet holes. The few lamps hanging on the walls to the left and right flickered due to unstable voltage, making the already eerie and terrifying execution ground even more horrifying.

At Liu San's command, the thugs had already twisted the arms of six male prisoners behind the pillars and tied them up. The prisoners, some young and some old, had mostly turned ashen-faced and filled with despair after being bound to the pillars. One seemingly young prisoner was trembling all over, and a large puddle of sweat had formed beneath his feet.

Liu Mei stood to the side, watching the prisoners bound to the pillars awaiting execution. She felt a growing heat in her body. A careful scan revealed that the middle-aged male prisoner bound to the second pillar from the left was staring intently at her. Liu Mei was already used to this kind of lustful and yearning gaze; she had experienced it from dying prisoners more than once.

The twelve thugs were lined up fifteen meters away from the pillars, each checking their pistols. Executions here were usually carried out with pistols, mainly because rifles were too loud, and most of the agents were unfamiliar with rifles, so pistols were chosen as the execution tool.

The atmosphere at the execution ground grew increasingly tense. The twelve agents silently fiddled with their pistols repeatedly. Except for a few veterans who wore relaxed smiles, the others were expressionless.

After Liu Mei heard Liu Dazhuang quietly give the order to Liu San, Liu San loudly issued commands to the twelve agents acting as executioners. The twelve hands gripped their guns, raised them level, and began to aim. The prisoners on the pillars began to struggle, their chests heaving rapidly. Two of them cursed weakly.

Soon, Liu San gave a short, sharp firing command. Almost simultaneously, the pistols clanged and clattered, producing a chaotic, deafening sound.

Liu Mei's heart pounded wildly. She watched as the people bound to the pillars writhed in strange positions, blood gushing from their bodies. Soon, they collapsed, only their limbs still twitching intermittently. Several agents began to examine the bodies, which lay slumped against the pillars in various postures.

Liu Dazhuang surveyed the scene with an air of arrogance, watching the agents untie the ropes binding the pillars, the corpses slid limply onto the blood-soaked ground. He was satisfied with this execution; there was no need for a follow-up shot. Liu Dazhuang breathed a sigh of relief. With Liu Mei and Wu Sibao present, he hoped his men would do it cleanly and

efficiently. The agents carried the bodies and threw them against the wall behind the pillars. The remaining two men and four women to be executed were dragged out of their makeshift cells. Perhaps having heard the gunshots earlier, and seeing the blood everywhere and the gruesome corpses at the base of the wall, the agents struggled greatly to bind the struggling or limp prisoners to the slippery pillars.

Looking at the four wounded women bound to the pillars, Liu Mei suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable excitement, her legs going weak. Would she one day suffer the same torment, be tied to a pillar by Hua Jianxiong's own hands, and await a cruel execution? Thinking this, Liu Mei felt a heat rising in her lower body; she was already wet.

While Liu Mei was still lost in thought, a female employee suddenly ran towards her in a panic, shouting from afar, "Secretary Liu, something terrible has happened! The Director has been assassinated!"

Liu Mei froze, her heart leaping into her throat. She shouted at the approaching employee, "What did you say?"

Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao, who were also stunned, asked in unison, "Who was assassinated?"

The employee, panting heavily, said anxiously, "The Director has been assassinated!"

This time Liu Mei heard clearly, and her mind went blank, feeling waves of dizziness washing over her. It took her a while to come to her senses. Staring with her beautiful eyes, she shook the female employee's shoulder and snapped, "Say it again! What happened? Tell me now!"

Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao, always loyal to Hua Jianxiong, also anxiously shouted upon hearing of his assassination attempt, "Tell me quickly, how is the Director...who did it?"

The female employee, blushing from Liu Mei and the others' interrogation, remained calm and answered breathlessly, "I was on duty when I received a call from the manager of Liu Yuefang. They said the Director was drinking with Captain Takeda of the Military Police when they were attacked by two female assassins. Takeda died on the spot, and the Director was injured and unconscious. He's been taken to the Peace Hospital in the concession."

Hearing this, Liu Mei breathed a long sigh of relief, her anxious heart calming slightly. Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao also breathed a sigh of relief; after all, Hua Jianxiong was still alive.

Liu Mei calmed down and asked, "Is the information reliable?"

The female employee nodded and said, "Absolutely reliable. I just hung up the phone with Liu Yuefang and then received a call from Zhang Dagui, the head of the general affairs department, who was also reporting this matter. He and his men were drinking there."

Liu Mei nodded and asked, "Have the assassins been caught?"

The female employee nodded and said, "There were two women. One escaped, and the other was caught by Zhang Dagui's men and Liu Yuefang's guards. Zhang Dagui is bringing her back."

Upon hearing this, Liu Dazhuang immediately shouted fiercely, "Hand her over to me, and see how I deal with her."

Wu Sibao also said, "Secretary Liu, hand her over to me, and I will definitely find the mastermind!"

Liu Mei frowned and said, "It doesn't matter who interrogates the assassin. I'm going to the hospital right now. We'll discuss everything after I see the director." After saying that, she glanced at the male and female prisoners still tied to the pillar and continued, " "You handle things here yourselves. Bring that assassin back and lock her up. No one is allowed to touch a hair on her head!"

Wu Sibao immediately replied, "That's right, that's right. No one dares to act recklessly without Secretary Liu's orders."

Liu Dazhuang glared at him disdainfully, inwardly cursing Wu Sibao as a sycophant. However, he also hurriedly stated, "Yes, yes, I will definitely do as Secretary Liu says." After speaking, he secretly glanced at Wu Sibao and found that he was also tilting his head and looking at him strangely.

After giving her instructions, Liu Mei turned and left, with the female employee following closely behind her. She hadn't gone far when she heard gunshots like a burst of beans behind her.

Liu Mei didn't turn around; she knew that the male and female prisoners had been executed. At this moment, Zhou Liping's image suddenly appeared in her mind. If Hua Jianxiong hadn't been persuaded by her at the last moment, she would be lying on the cold ground covered in blood right now.

Thinking of Hua Jianxiong, Liu Mei's worry immediately surged in her heart, and she subconsciously quickened her pace.

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