Urban Special Forces: The Story of a Handsome Guy Winning the Hearts of Nine Beautiful Women

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It's past ten o'clock at night in T City, a prosperous city in southern China. Everywhere is brightly lit and bustling with people, yet somehow lacking in vibrancy. Urban dwellers revel in their somewhat decadent nightlife without restraint.

At the city's train station, under the dim lights, a man dressed in slightly worn jeans and a t-shirt emerges from the station, carrying a large military-style bag. He stands before the exit gate for a long time, his eyes somewhat lost, perhaps even melancholic. People pass by him, but no one gives him a second glance, revealing just how ordinary he is.

His nearly 1.85-meter height and sharp, short hair should have given him a spirited appearance, but he exudes a sense of utter dejection. It seems the "dejected man" look is no longer fashionable. The thick stubble on his chin and the not-so-premium cigarette in his hand evoke the image of a migrant worker—and indeed, this is the typical attire of migrant workers.

There are people on trains who specialize in soliciting passengers near train stations, commonly known as pimps. You might ask what kind of passengers they solicit? Of course, they solicit! And these "ladies" near train stations usually operate on a low-profit, high-volume model, which means a significant portion of their clientele consists of migrant workers. Sure enough, this man had only been standing there a short while when an elderly woman approached him.

"Young man, are you here alone?" the old woman asked. She expected this seemingly young migrant worker to reply, "Yes, I'm here to work. I heard you can get paid for carrying bricks in the city." However, the old woman waited for a long time without the man responding, and he stared unblinkingly into the distance, seemingly oblivious to the smiling old woman standing before him.

The old woman wondered to herself, "Is he deaf and mute?" But out of professional ethics, the old woman continued, "Brother, if you're out alone, you should enjoy yourself first. Come with me, it's only twenty yuan for a quickie, and the girls there are incredibly beautiful!" The old woman rattled off, but the man remained unmoved, his eyes seemingly fixed on the distance.

The old woman was extremely frustrated. This country bumpkin's eyes seemed to sparkle; he didn't look blind. How come he didn't react at all, even with such a large group of us standing right in front of him? Was he stupid? Thinking this, the old woman's heart leaped with joy. Good heavens, where else could she find such a good opportunity? She grabbed the man and pulled him away, wondering how much money this country bumpkin had on him. A hundred? Two hundred? Maybe even a thousand? No matter how many there are, I'm going to take them all today! Such a good fool, even if I don't take him, someone else will. I'm not heartless, right? The old woman was secretly delighted. But then she realized she couldn't budge him no matter how

hard she tried. Was he a statue? She turned around and was instantly stunned, collapsing to the ground in shock. She cried out, "Mom!" The man stared at her with wide, round eyes, a stubble on

his beard, and those murderous eyes. How could the old woman not be afraid? "You'd better get as far away from me as possible. I'm in a bad mood right now, don't make trouble for me, get lost!" The man's authoritative voice made one feel intimidated, yet it was also magnetic and pleasant to listen to.

The old woman didn't dare say another word. Terrified, she ran away, glancing back as she ran, as if afraid the man would chase after her.

The man looked into the distance, his helplessness deepening. After a moment, he shook his head helplessly, smiled self-deprecatingly, lit another cigarette, picked up his bag, and walked out.

He went to a phone shop, pulled a number from a small notebook in his bag, dialed it, and it connected after two rings. "Hello, who are you looking for?" came a woman's voice. The man said, "Hello, is Zhu Youcai (or Zhu Youcai, because the man wasn't sure if his name meant 'talented' or 'wealthy,' but he did have the character 'talent,' and everyone called him 'Pig Shit,' also known as Zhu Si, because he always ranked fourth from the bottom in his class. He's so talented he got the nickname 'Pig Shit,' but let's just use 'wealthy' for now, since his family is indeed quite rich) home?"

"I'm sorry, young master isn't home. You can call his cell phone."

The man thought the person on the other end must be one of his servants, so he asked, "Do you have his cell phone number?"

"Yes, please wait a moment."

A minute later, the other party gave the man Pig Shit's phone number. The man dialed the number again, but after ringing for a long time, no one answered. Perhaps the phone wasn't with him or the number was wrong. Just as the man was about to hang up, it suddenly connected, and a voice came through, "Who are you?" The tone seemed rather impolite.

"Is this Zhu Youcai?" the man asked. "Oh, yes, that's me. Who are you?" The voice on the other end was still impatient, and a woman's moans could be faintly heard.

"Fuck you, you good-for-nothing Pig Shit! You can't even recognize my voice? Looks like you won't remember me unless I pluck your feathers." The man suddenly smiled.

"Are you fucking sick???? Wait, you??? You are??? Brother Long???" The voice suddenly trembled slightly.

"Haha, you still have a conscience after all. It wasn't for nothing that I helped you fight so much back then. Besides me, who else would dare call you Young Master Zhu Pig Shit?" the man laughed heartily.

Chapter Two: Birds of a

Feather Gather. It turns out this man's name is Zhang Zilong, and this pig dung is his sworn brother since childhood. Southerners call this "iron buddy," while northerners call it "porcelain buddy." The two have been in the same class since kindergarten, all the way to high school graduation. They are the kind of students who are always chasing girls and fighting, and when they're not doing anything, they're just smoking and chatting. Some people also call them brothers who share the same pot. The two have always had a very good relationship, and when they fight, they always go together. Of course, Zhang Zilong is always the one charging ahead, while Zhu Youcai, that fat guy, just follows behind and shouts a few words, because his physique is really not suitable for charging into battle compared to Zhang Zilong's.

Zhang Zilong didn't know what his family was like now, only that they were extremely wealthy back then. They owned half the shops in T City at the time, and his father was undoubtedly a pioneer in T City's economic boom following the reform and opening up. With this connection, Zhu Shi was always superior to others, but in front of Zhang Zilong, he considered himself Zhang's subordinate, the kind of person who wouldn't dare talk back even if Zhang Zilong insulted him. In Zhu Shi's own words, he'd dare curse his own father, but in front of Zhang Zilong, he had to act like a grandson. Of course, birds of a feather flock together; it's difficult for a child from such a wealthy family to play with a poor child from a penniless and powerless family. Well, Zhang Zilong's family background is actually even more illustrious than Zhu Shi's. His father is the vice mayor of T City, in charge of urban planning and municipal affairs. Moreover, it's rumored that his father is the designated mayor in the next election, the second most powerful person in T City. So, the saying "birds of a feather flock together" is absolutely true. However, Zhang Zilong was never a good kid, according to his father. Zhang Zilong was always fighting and causing trouble. His father was afraid that Zhang Zilong would affect his future, so he forbade him from telling anyone that his father was the mayor. So, for all these years, no one has ever known that Zhang Zilong is actually the mayor's son, except for one person: Zhu Shi. What does Zhu Shi's father do? If he doesn't even know who the mayor's son is, how could his Zhu family be so famous? So these two spoiled brats continued their antics until their second year of high school. In that year, Pig Shit and the gang leader fought over a woman, and Pig Shit got a severe beating, ending up with a huge head wound and ending up in the hospital. Zhang Zilong couldn't take it, so the next day he grabbed a machete and stormed into the gang leader's headquarters. After slashing three people, he finally managed to kill the gang leader and send him to the morgue.

After this incident, Vice Mayor Zhang was so angry he almost jumped off a building. It happened to be election time, and he was already the pre-selected mayoral candidate. Despite his love for his position, Vice Mayor Zhang ultimately realized that his son was more important than his official post. He used considerable resources to get Zhang Zilong, who was already in jail, back into the city. The methods he used are not our focus here. Of course, because of this incident, Vice Mayor Zhang failed to relinquish his position in the election. Later, in a fit of anger, he sent Zhang Zilong to a reformatory. And now, eight years later, Zhang Zilong is back.

"Brother Long, where are you now? In the army? Are you completely disappointed in your brother? Brother Long, I'm sorry, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have..." Pig Shit began to choke back tears.

"Alright, alright, you've become like a nagging old woman after all these years. Let's not talk about what happened back then. I don't regret it. If it were now, I'd still kill that bastard. Stop dawdling and get off that woman. Your brother's at the train station now, I have nowhere to go. Come pick me up and find me a place to spend the night," Zhang Zilong said.

"What? You're at the train station? Is it the T City train station?" Pig Shit asked uncertainly.

"Are you out of your mind today? Did that bastard drive you crazy? Why would I call you to pick me up if I wasn't in T City? Hurry up and come," Zhang Zilong said impatiently.

"Okay, coming right away, brother, wait for me a minute, I'll be there soon. I'll call you when I get there. Hmm, no, this is a landline number, right?" There was a rustling sound of clothes being put on and a woman's complaining voice on the other end. Pig Shit had probably gotten up while they were doing their business.

"I just got back from the army. Our unit has a special policy; we can't keep cell phones, so I haven't bought one yet. I'll wait for you at the small intersection in front of the train station. I'm hanging up now!" Zhang Zilong said.

"Okay, bro, I'll be there in ten minutes. If you're a second late, you're asking for a haircut!" He hung up.

After finishing his call, Zhang Zilong lit a cigarette at the small intersection where he and Zhu Shi had agreed, and suddenly this scene flashed through his mind again.

"Zilong, I've watched you grow up step by step. We know how much you've contributed to the country, and the country knows too. But this time, you've really gone too far. Although we believe you're not wrong, you've already attracted international attention. If we don't remove you from the army, those Western 'long-haired devils' will cause trouble again. Besides, this is also for your personal safety," an elderly man in a major general's uniform said helplessly, sitting opposite Zhang Zilong.

Zhang Zilong, dressed in a gleaming colonel's uniform, quietly drew his sidearm after hearing the old man's words. He touched it repeatedly, tears welling up uncontrollably. Reluctantly, he placed the gun on the table in front of the old man and slowly said, "Commander, I know what you're saying. Thank you for your guidance and training over the years. I've embarrassed you this time." The old

man gently walked up to Zhang Zilong and said in a deep voice, "Attention!"

Zhang Zilong straightened up as if by reflex, standing ramrod straight before the old man. "Look at you, do you even look like a soldier? What's with all this crying? A man bleeds, but doesn't cry. Tell me what a soldier is. It means that when we wear this uniform, we are the guardians of the country, and when we take it off, we are still the guardians of the country. We can make any sacrifice for the country without hesitation, including our lives." The old man's imposing presence pressed down on Zhang Zilong.

Zhang Zilong wiped away the tears in his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I will remember what you said, Commander."

The commander's kind face returned, and he patted Zhang Zilong's shoulder, saying, "What a good boy, Zilong. You are the best soldier I have ever seen. You are not only my pride but also the pride of the country. But this time, I feel very bad about having to remove you from the army. It's my fault for being useless, for not being able to persuade those who make a living by talking. I'm sorry, Zilong." The old man also seemed to be moved, and his voice choked with emotion.

Chapter Three: White or Red?

Zhang Zilong panicked. In all the years he'd known his superior, he'd never seen him speak so sentimentally. He quickly said, "Commander...?"

The superior raised his hand to stop him, saying, "But no matter what, the nation's interests come first. We soldiers must obey." He then took a card from a box behind him, saying, "This is compensation from the state. There's one million in it. I know you don't want it, but you have to take it to make me feel better." Zhang Zilong hesitated for a moment, then took the card. He knew that this one million must have been obtained for him by his old superior through great effort; otherwise, he wouldn't have received a penny after being discharged, and even if he were reinstated, he'd only get a maximum of one hundred thousand.

"Alright, let's go. Gold shines wherever it is. Do your job well in society, don't bring shame to us soldiers, understand?"

"Understood," Zhang Zilong said in a deep voice, then turned and left.

It wasn't long ago, just yesterday. Zhang Zilong's head had been filled with this all day. The day before he joined the army, he had a fight with his father. In the end, he vowed that if he didn't make a name for himself in the army, he would never come back home. So he trained hard in the army, and his scores in all subjects were the best in his unit. Later, a senior officer came to their unit to inspect, the old man mentioned earlier. At that time, Zhang Zilong was practicing on the parallel bars alone in front of the sun. The old officer saw that while everyone else was taking a lunch break, he was practicing on the horizontal bar alone and said to him, "Young man, come here."

Seeing a major general, Zhang Zilong dared not be negligent and quickly ran over to salute. The old commander smiled and asked, "Everyone else is sleeping, why are you training your strength here alone?"

Without thinking, Zhang Zilong replied, "Because I want to be an officer. You can't be an officer without ability."

The old commander was very pleased and laughed heartily, "Good, good! If you were to spout any of that nonsense about bringing glory to the country, I would have fired you immediately. A soldier must first be honest. Good lad, you have guts. You want to be an officer, right? I'll give you a chance. Next spring there will be a nationwide military skills competition. The winner may be selected for the special forces. I believe I don't need to explain what the special forces do. If you can perform well in next year's competition, I will immediately take you to the special forces. Do a good job. The requirements for the special forces are very strict. I believe you can do it." After the commander finished speaking, he left.

As expected, Zhang Zilong shone brightly in the army-wide skills competition, ranking first and entering the special forces. His unwavering perseverance made him stand out even within the special forces. In his seven years there, he rose from a common soldier in the "Falcon" squad to captain, eventually reaching the incredible rank of lieutenant colonel. He led his men on countless secret missions around the world, from nearby Xinjiang and Tibet to distant Iraq and Afghanistan, accumulating numerous near-death experiences. This time, it was a mission on the Sino-Indian border. India, long coveting Chinese border territory, had disregarded national objections and sent a small group of soldiers disguised as terrorists to cause trouble on the border, attempting to undermine public morale. The nation dispatched Zhang Zilong's "Falcon" special forces to resolve the issue on a small scale, minimizing the risk of border conflict. Zhang Zilong led his team... The "Falcon" special forces witnessed Indians using military weapons to commit atrocities against civilians at the border. In a fit of rage, they ordered the complete annihilation of the Indians. Killing them was fine, since they were labeled as terrorists, but once captured alive, they resorted to skinning them alive. The "Falcon" team members cheered with satisfaction. In reality, the Chinese people's hatred for these Indians was limited to what happened with Japan; the commander only reprimanded him, telling him not to act impulsively in the future. However, later, somehow, photos of Zhang Zilong brutally murdering criminals circulated online, and Western countries began condemning the Chinese government for inhumanity and demanding the release of the perpetrators—Zhang Zilong himself. This led to Zhang Zilong's actions. Even now, Zhang Zilong has no regrets; in his heart, those Indians deserved to die.

Suddenly, a BMW sports car screeched to a halt in front of Zhang Zilong, pulling him back from his reverie.

"Brother!" A man dressed in a sharp suit, nicknamed "Pig Shit," got out of the car and hugged Zhang Zilong without saying a word, seemingly crying, "Brother, what happened to you? You've been gone for so many years without even a phone call or a letter!"

"What are you doing? Get away, or people will think we're 'gay'," Zhang Zilong said jokingly, but his voice was choked with emotion.

"Brother, do you know how much I missed you after you left? Today I've finally got you back!" Pig Shit was determined not to let go.

"No, no, don't be so mushy, okay? A man should have some decency. Don't say everything out loud. Besides, you think you missed me? I heard a woman on the phone earlier, calling out 'Hurry up, hurry up!'" Zhang Zilong said with a laugh.

"I was just looking for emotional support. You know, after you left, my heart felt completely empty. You know, a person without emotional support will have problems, so I just looked for some women!" Pig Shit acted like a dead pig that didn't care about boiling water.

"Alright, stop being so dramatic. Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? I told you long ago you must have been a eunuch in your past life, otherwise why would you be so greedy for women in this life? Okay, okay, let's find a place to eat, I'm starving."

"Eat, oh right, let's go." Piggy Shit opened the car door, let Zhang Zilong get in, and then happily ran to the driver's seat and started the car.

Zhang Zilong got into the car and started touching and examining everything, praising it profusely: "Not bad, not bad, this is definitely high-end stuff! Look, even the seat cushions are made of mink! Did your dad pass away and leave you all his inheritance? So extravagant!" Zhang Zilong's words weren't unfounded. Zhu Shi wasn't much better than Zhang Zilong. Back in school, although his family was rich enough to make you want to bang your head against a wall, his father was very strict with him, especially with Zhu Shi's allowance. Zhang Zilong remembered teaching Zhu Shi mostly how to steal expensive liquor and cigarettes from his father, sell them, and have fun—going to restaurants and bars. Of course, poor Zhu Shi always ended up getting scolded.

"Of course! My dad's got it all figured out. He's recently hooked up with another one, a celebrity no less. He's really given me more control now; half the group's business is mine. Thinking back to those days when we were broke and could only afford one cigarette each, I feel so resentful. Now I'm going to make up for all the grievances I suffered back then," Pig Shit said with a laugh as he drove. As soon as

he finished speaking, Zhang Zilong took back the Hongtashan cigarette he was offering Pig Shit, saying, "Never mind, looks like I'll just keep this Hongtashan for myself."

Pig Shit quickly snatched the cigarette from Zhang Zilong's hand, saying, "Wait, I haven't finished yet! But these Zhonghua Panda cigarettes, no matter how you smoke them, aren't as satisfying as the ones we used to sell our textbooks to buy Hongtashan with, bro."

Zhang Zilong muttered to himself, "Really? Then you should switch to Hongtashan from now on. Forget about the Zhonghua, you don't like it anyway." As he spoke, he somehow slipped a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes that Pig Shit had hidden in the car into his pocket.

Pig Shit stared at Zhang Zilong in disbelief. It seemed he was still the same as before.

He smiled, took out another pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from the car, and handed it to Zhang Zilong, saying, "Sharing the good fortune, how could I, Pig Shit, forget you, brother? I've already prepared it for you."

Zhang Zilong and Pig Shit never stood on ceremony; they were brothers who would risk their lives for each other, so what was money? As he spoke, he opened a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, lit one, and said while smoking, "You know, these cigarettes are expensive for a reason. They do smoke better than the cheap ones."

Pig Shit, driving the car, pitifully smoked a Hongtashan cigarette and said, "Brother, can I have one too?"

Zhang Zilong asked with a puzzled look, "Didn't you say Hongtashan is better?"

Pig Shit looked like he was about to faint and said, "It's just that I haven't smoked it for so many years and it doesn't taste right anymore."

Zhang Zilong smiled, put the Zhonghua cigarettes in the car, took out a pack, and handed it to Pig Shit, saying, "Don't pretend to be all nostalgic next to me like that. What, are you afraid your brother will feel inferior next to you because I'm not doing well now? Let me tell you, I don't feel the same way about eating your brother's food as I do eating my own. Let's go, drive to the most expensive hotel in T City. Damn it, I've been eating cabbage for so many years in the army. Today I'm going to have some meat."

"Alright, I've been waiting for you to say that. I've already booked the seats. Hilton." Pig Shit suddenly accelerated.

"Hilton, so it's still run by foreigners, damn it, I like being served by foreigners!" Zhang Zilong cursed. "Brother, the staff inside are Chinese, there are no foreigners," Pig Shit said, sweating profusely.

"No???? Then why all this nonsense? I didn't know! I didn't finish what I was saying. I like being served by foreign staff, okay?" Zhang Zilong himself felt utterly ashamed.

"Alright, let's go."

The car smoothly pulled into the Hilton Hotel parking lot. The two went to the lobby. Zhang Zilong looked at the environment and smiled. As expected of the largest hotel in T City, it was indeed luxurious. Zhu Shi spoke a few words with the receptionist, and then a hostess led them to the elevator. The hostess stood in front, and the two stood behind. It was obvious that the receptionist of such a big hotel must be a top-notch beauty. The beauty was wearing a professional skirt suit, which only reached her knees. The two stood behind, staring blankly at the beauty's buttocks. Zhang Zilong whispered in Zhu Shi's ear, "Do you think this girl is wearing white or red underneath?"

Chapter 4 It turns out it was a vacuum

. Zhu Shi stared intently at the beauty's buttocks for a while, and finally, he still couldn't tell the color, so he guessed, "I think it's white, and it's the kind of T-shaped with a cutout in the front. A girl this young must be in the bloom of youth, so I changed to white. White is more transparent!"

Zhang Zilong shook his head and said, "No, I think it should be red lace, that way it'll be a bit..." " A hazy yet sophisticated atmosphere, that's what you call romance. You're just a lowlife,"

Pig Shit glanced at Zhang Zilong, implying he wasn't any better. Zhang Zilong asked in surprise, "You don't believe me? Want to see?"

Pig Shit asked, "How?"

Zhang Zilong laughed, "The old way."

Just then, a lighter fell straight down in front of the beautiful woman, landing directly in front of her, within easy reach of her bending down. There's a trick to this; if it were thrown further away, the woman would have to take a few steps to pick it up, and most women would choose... Zhang Zilong bent down to pick it up, knowing that if it were placed right in front of her, most women would bend down without hesitation. This was an experience Zhang Zilong and Zhu Shi had accumulated years ago. Judging by the accuracy of Zhang Zilong's lighter-throwing technique, he was clearly an expert. Zhang Zilong smiled and said, "Miss, could you please pick up my lighter for me?"

The beautiful woman turned around, smiled at Zhang Zilong, and said, "Sure." Just as the two had predicted, she bent down to pick it up, completely unaware that two other people were watching her intently.

The moment the woman bent down, Zhu Shi couldn't help but shout, "My God, she's not wearing anything! She's completely naked!"

Hearing Zhu Shi's shout, Zhang Zilong knew he was in trouble and quickly smacked Zhu Shi's foot. Zhu Shi immediately noticed and covered his mouth with his hand. It was understandable that Zhu Shi was so surprised; he knew the women in this hotel were open-minded, but he never imagined that this seemingly innocent young woman would be so open.

The beautiful woman in front of him had just picked up her pen when she suddenly heard the pig's squeal. She immediately blushed, stood up, and lowered her head, avoiding eye contact. She handed Zhang Zilong her lighter and said in a barely audible voice, "Sir, your lighter." Just then, the elevator doors opened, and the woman quickly stepped out. At the door, she said to Zhang Zilong, "Sir, your private room is room number 1," and then ran towards the restroom without looking back.

"Look at you! What a lovely girl, and you made her sound like that?" Zhang Zilong shook his head regretfully. "How can you blame me? I never imagined she'd go commando like that!"

Zhang Zilong pointed at Pig Shit, looking utterly disappointed, and said, "You? Two words to describe you: beast." He then headed towards the private room the beautiful woman had mentioned. Pig Shit said aggrievedly, "You're not even as good as me."

Zhang Zilong, of course, heard him and whirled around, asking, "What? You said I'm worse than a beast?"

Pig Shit didn't understand what Zhang Zilong meant and said aggrievedly, "When did I say you were worse than a beast? Huh??? No, no, you misunderstood, bro. I was just saying that I'm not a beast."

Zhang Zilong smiled and put his arm around Pig Shit's shoulder as they walked inside. Pig Shit was sweating bullets. These were all rich and powerful people; their arm-in-arm was really... a bit... inappropriate.

Half an hour later, the two stared blankly at the huge table of food. Zhang Zilong, in particular, muttered, "This is fucking worthless! Five thousand eight hundred, even with a discount! This damn Manchu Han Imperial Feast, damn it, I'm not as full as I was eating instant noodles. Damn it, I didn't eat a thing."

Pig Shit finally realized how wise his decision to arrange a private room was. If they were eating out, Zhu Youcai, now a somewhat famous figure in T City, would never dare to say Zhang Zilong's words again. He swore he'd never work in T City again. He lowered his head and asked, "Brother, how about we order a couple more dishes?"

Zhang Zilong laughed and said, "Just kidding, kid. Let's go. I wouldn't leave if I didn't finish this expensive meal, leaving only the plate. Let's go."

Pig Shit sighed helplessly, "Sweat!"

In the elevator, Zhang Zilong asked, "Do you have anywhere I can stay for the night? I'll rent a place tomorrow. You know, I promised my dad I'd come back with a respectable reputation, but now I've been discharged from the army. If I go back now, who knows how my dad will look at me?"

Zhu Shi nodded and said, "I understand. What do you need a place to rent? Our company has a high-rise villa complex in the suburbs. How about I get one for you?"

"Hold on, a villa? That sounds scary. The suburbs are too far. Don't try to play games with me. Don't you have a couple of apartments in the city to keep your mistresses?" Zhang Zilong retorted.

Zhu Shi said, "You should have said so earlier. I'm not afraid you'll say I'm not treating you well. I have an apartment in the city. You're right, it's really for keeping women. I usually live at home."

Zhang Zilong said, "Let's go."

As they got in the car, Zhang Zilong snatched the keys, threw Pig Shit onto the passenger seat, and got into the driver's seat, ready to start. Pig Shit hurriedly said, "Brother, it's not that I'm stingy, it's just that I begged my dad to buy this for me! I treat it like my wife! Brother, are you really

sure you can drive?" Zhang Zilong deftly pressed the clutch, accelerated, and started the car, saying disdainfully, "I can fly a plane, so why can't I ride your BMW?" With a whoosh, the BMW shot off like a rocket. It was indeed a good car. Zhang Zilong stepped on the gas, and the car's speed began to increase slowly. Pig Shit reminded Zhang Zilong to slow down.

But he didn't know that racing held a fatal attraction for Zhang Zilong, just like beautiful women.

The speed increased, from 150 to 240, and it continued to climb.

A good car is a good car; this kind of speed is something no ordinary car can achieve.

Chapter Five: The Policewoman's Madness (Part One)

Pig Shit sat next to me, almost going crazy.

"Brother, stop! This will cause an accident!" But Zhang Zilong was speeding and couldn't hear anything.

He did reply to Zhu Shi, "Sit tight, you won't die."

Zhang Zilong suddenly realized a problem; he had no idea where the destination was. He said to Zhu Shi, "Hey, Zhu Shi, where's the destination? Let me check the CPRS map."

Zhu Shi was already speechless, only pointing to the destination. Zhang Zilong looked at it, then suddenly stepped on the gas, reaching speeds of 280.

His eyes could no longer see the road; Zhang Zilong was speeding entirely by feel. It was so exhilarating! Car after car passed by, and Zhang Zilong laughed loudly. Speeding in those military jeeps felt nothing; this kind of car was much better. What used to take Zhu Shi forty minutes, Zhang Zilong completed in just twelve. Zhang Zilong turned to look at Zhu Shi and saw him pale-faced, his hands gripping the car window. Zhang Zilong was startled and quickly stopped the car.

Pig Shit, leaning against the car window, kept vomiting. Zhang Zilong went over and patted his back, asking, "Pig Shit, are you alright?"

"Brother, why were you driving so fast? You almost scared me to death!" Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Are you even a man? Driving that fast? You'd be terrified if you were on a plane!" Zhang Zilong said dismissively. "Brother, flying isn't scary, what's scary is flying like this, driving a car like a plane!" Pig Shit said

, sounding very aggrieved. Zhang Zilong was speechless for a moment, then said, "Not bad, you've improved, kid. You can even say something so philosophical."

Just as Zhang Zilong was about to get into the car, a police car screeched to a halt beside them. A policewoman in uniform got out. Both men's eyes lit up; this was a real gem, especially a uniformed beauty—Zhang Zilong loved this type. The woman was about 1.7 meters tall, with a delicate face. Most striking were her captivating large eyes, mesmerizing. The only flaw was her small breasts; actually, she couldn't quite remember, just a little short of being considered more beautiful. Wait, why are those eyes so menacing?! "Show me your driver's license," the woman said arrogantly to Zhang Zilong.

Zhang Zilong wondered, "So this is a female traffic police officer? I don't have a driver's license, but I do have a pilot's license. I wonder if it'll be valid. Could she have seen me speeding?

" "Officer, what traffic rule did I violate?" Zhang Zilong asked. "What traffic rule did you violate? You reached a top speed of 320 km/h, ran 15 red lights, caused five traffic accidents in the city,

and now you're parked on this main road. Tell me, what traffic rule did you violate?" the policewoman said arrogantly. "

No way, I ran so many red lights?" Zhang Zilong scratched his head, thinking.

"Officer, I'm sorry.

You're so beautiful and generous, please don't make things difficult for us. I promise I'll strictly follow the teachings of Chairman Mao and Chairman Deng, strictly abide by traffic rules, serve the people, study hard, and strive for excellence every day..." (omitting ten thousand words). Pig Shit unleashed his invincible shamelessness. Zhang Zilong knew this tactic was very effective with women, so

he quickly interjected. "Hey, keep going, keep talking! I can't stand scum like you, all talk and no action!" But the policewoman immediately started cursing at Zhang Zilong. "Who are you calling scum? Say it again if you dare!" Zhang Zilong was completely enraged. "

Forget it, bro, don't stoop to her level, I'll handle this!" With that, Pig Shit walked up to the policewoman and said, "Beautiful lady, which district's traffic officer are you? Who's your captain?" “A young master from a powerful family like Pig Shit, I doubt many traffic cops would dare mess with him.

” “Oh, so you’ve brought up our captain now. Let me tell you, calling anyone won’t make a difference. I’m in a bad mood today, it’s none of your business. The driver, come with me to the station.” The policewoman completely ignored Pig Shit and pointed at Zhang Zilong.

Zhang Zilong angrily charged forward. Who did he think he was? In the army, he dared to swore at even his superiors, how could he be afraid of a mere traffic cop? Pig Shit grabbed Zhang Zilong, saying, “Brother, calm down, don’t be impulsive. She’s a policewoman! Assaulting a police officer is a serious matter. A good man doesn’t fight with a woman.” “I’m talking about you, scum. What, you want to fight me? Come on!” Seeing that Zhang Zilong had restrained himself, the policewoman became even more arrogant.

"You?" Zhang Zilong was already furious. If she weren't a woman, he would have attacked her long ago, not caring about assaulting a police officer. However, seeing her contemptuous smile, Zhang Zilong calmed down considerably. He

thought to himself, "What's wrong with this policewoman? Has she taken a pill? Or is she going through menopause twenty years early?" It seemed this matter couldn't be resolved peacefully. He picked up his phone and made a call.

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