My Days in the Underworld

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(I) First Steps into the Club
I'm 22 years old this year, a college student studying oil painting. My admission to university was unexpected by everyone.
My father is the owner of a small furniture factory. He used to be involved in the underworld, but later cleaned up his ways and became
quite famous in both the legitimate and criminal worlds. He has a rather violent temper, and I was often beaten by him as a child; I was raised through his beatings.
Because my father had too many women, my mother divorced him. I was only 10 years old when they divorced, and I lived with my father
. My grades were very poor in elementary school, and I often got into fights. This was even worse in junior high school, and the teachers didn't dare to discipline me
because of my father's connections. Later, I went to a vocational high school. To change my bad temper, I studied art, hoping to cultivate my
character. My family looked down on me, saying I would become a piece of trash in society. Damn it!
They don't even look at themselves; they're all involved in underground businesses, yet they criticize me.
The year I got into university, my father married a woman, and that woman brought a child with her.
She was nice to me at first, but later she probably thought she was the boss of the family and dared to bully me.
Damn it! Did she think I was some pushover? I used my strength to teach her and her son a lesson, stabbing them a few
times, and then ran back to my grandma's house.
Unexpectedly, my dad came to my grandma's house and beat me up because of a woman! Damn it! He always said
he'd stop beating me if I could beat him. That day, I acted like a madman, proving to my dad that I'd grown up. From
then on, they never bullied me again.
I lived with my mom, went to and from school every day, and made some good friends at school.
I thought that being exposed to art would improve my temper.
Two years passed by in a daze, neither good nor bad. A small incident changed my life.
One summer afternoon, I was walking home from school with my friends as usual. The six of us walked
to the school gate, chatting and laughing . We saw several men grabbing a girl. "Bitch, who do you think you are, daring to lie to me?
Damn it! Looking for death?" Soon a large crowd gathered, and the usually arrogant school police were nowhere to be seen.
Oh, a fight, haha, a good sport.
But it's none of my business, so it's best to leave. I grabbed my brother, "Let's go, there's nothing to see, just
a few men bullying a little girl." I thought my voice was damn quiet, but they still heard
me.
"Damn it, fatso. What did you say? Say it again if you dare!" Damn it! They heard me, this is bad
.
"B-Big Brother, I...I didn't say anything, I'm leaving now, sorry Big Brother, I was ignorant."
I turned to run.
Those thugs really thought they were gangsters. "Damn it, fatso, come here, you coward
!" One of the skinny guys tried to hit me. Damn it! Looks like there's no escaping it. I'd better fight, or I
won't be able to stay in school anymore.
My friend was watching me; I knew he was waiting for me to make the first move. Damn it, he didn't even ask who my father was.
I rushed forward before him and kicked him in the groin. My fighting experience tells me to fight like a madman, and when you hit someone, you have
to hit a vital spot, otherwise it's useless. With just one kick, the poor guy was lying on the ground. Seeing
that cowardly guy dared to hit one of their people, the other side abandoned the girl and charged at me. "Damn it, you're asking for it, kill
him!"
My brothers weren't exactly saints either; they immediately rushed in, and we started punching and kicking. As the fight went on,
I realized one of my brothers was missing. Damn it! Looks like he ran away; what a disloyal guy! Never mind him,
I'll fight to the death. I have one bad habit: I get excited and desperate like a dog when I see blood. As the fight went on,
I felt my strength waning; it looked like I was done for today. What happened next? Holy crap! My brother who ran away
brought over 50 men this way. Who cares if they can even fight? Just intimidating them is enough.
I've always believed Chairman Mao was right, 'Many hands make light work,' so 50 men against 6 or 7 is
child's play. Seeing them lying on the ground, covered in wounds, was fucking hilarious.
Then one of the leaders, lying on the ground, said, "Brother, I admit defeat today. Can you let my brothers go
home? You can do whatever you want with them, okay? Or you can give me money; my brother can go back and get it, I'll hold them here."
Looking at him covered in blood, he seemed very loyal. I like this kind of guy. "Brother's a good friend!
Baldy, call a taxi, take them to the hospital."
My brother, Baldy, went outside and called two taxis. We lifted them into the cars. "Driver, Yanbian Hospital
." I casually gave each of the two drivers five yuan. "Let's go, brothers, let's have some fun. Thanks everyone, call me if you need anything." I 　　said
to everyone with a nonchalant air . 　　"Damn, what's with the formalities?" 　　"We're all in the same department, who doesn't need anyone else's help?" The group chattered sparsely. 　　Only after we dispersed did I see the campus police and the 110 officers—a bunch of useless idiots. 　　Two weeks later, I went to lunch with my friends as usual. As soon as I reached the school gate, I saw 　　a Mercedes 320S parked there (you might think I'm bragging, but my hometown is notorious for smuggling; 　　there are plenty of nice cars, and they're cheap). I thought to myself, "Some rich guy is here to find girls again. 　　The music and dance departments at art schools often go out and work as prostitutes." 　　When we got to the car, the door opened, and a familiar-looking person came up to us. 　　"Friend, do you remember me?" 　　Holy crap! Who is this? We froze. "Are you talking to me?" I asked tentatively. 　　"Yes, it's you, Fatty," the person said confidently. 　　"You…you are…oh, I remember now, just discharged from the hospital?" I suddenly realized. My friends and I 　　thought he was here for revenge, and we were very nervous. 　　"Hehe, brother, I'm discharged from the hospital. Don't be afraid. I'm here to treat you to dinner," the man said with a smile. 　　I looked at my friends. A smiling tiger is the scariest kind of person. Not going would make me look like a coward, but going would be dangerous. 　　I hesitated. "Baldy, I'm going to 'Hongyun' with him for dinner. You wait for me at the internet cafe. If I'm 　　not back by 12:30, come find me, understand?" I deliberately emphasized "come find me," meaning...

If I don't come back by 12:30, you need to find someone to rescue me.
He, my best friend "Big Guy," and I rode in his car to the restaurant I specified, ordered some
snacks, and started eating and chatting. Young people get to know each other quickly; we were familiar with each other in no time. It turned out he was
one of "Tiger King's" henchmen, named Wang Kai, and that woman had tricked them that day. I also told him I was XX's son
, that the brother next to me had the father of the head of the state design bureau, and that the brother waiting for my news was the son of the prison warden. Firstly,
to intimidate him and show him I wasn't someone to mess with, and secondly, to remind him I had brothers waiting for me.
People in the underworld are quick-witted; after flattering us for a while, he even said he knew our fathers. "Brother,
if you hadn't cursed me that day, I wouldn't have bothered with that," I said, trying to sound mature and intimidate him. Around
12:30, when we wanted to leave, he knew what I meant and offered to drive us. Damn! I'm not
stupid. Do you think he'd want to know where we were or how many people we had? No way. So we declined his offer and took a taxi away
.
About two weeks later, I bought a Tibetan knife on the street and had it branded. It wasn't long, perfect
for self-defense (men all like playing with knives, right?). A few of my friends invited me to a disco
to pick up girls. Since it wasn't my money, I went. When bad luck strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems. I ran into that
bitch again. I ignored her and did my own thing. A little while later, I heard her yell, "Don't touch me! Are you looking for death
? What are you doing?!" Then came the sounds of fighting and cursing. It had nothing to do with me, so I walked away.
But after only a few steps, she saw me. "Husband, help me! He's molesting me!" Damn, was
she calling me? No girl has ever called me "husband" before.
"Hao Liu, do you know that woman?" my friend asked.
"I don't know her," I replied, looking down.
"Then why does she seem to be calling you?" my damn brother kept asking.
What's even more infuriating is that damned woman who ran up to me and grabbed me, crying, "Honey, they're bullying me!"
The men walked up to me, saying, "Damn it, you're her husband? You look like a disgusting pig!"
They laughed and insulted me.
I steeled myself, turned around and slapped them, then pulled out a hidden knife and charged forward. My friends
were loyal and fought alongside me. We could handle a few drunk guys; we took them down quickly
. I even tried to play the hero, asking, "Honey, are you alright?" But when I turned around, damn it! That woman was gone! I
was furious! She dared to play me! Just wait until I catch her!
The disco security guards, seeing us causing trouble, swarmed over, attacking both sides without asking why. Sigh,
we're no match for professional thugs. I told my friends to retreat, and I fought my way back with the knife. Watching my friends
run away like rabbits, I started to regret not losing weight. I… I
couldn't run anymore.
More than a dozen burly men surrounded me. Begging for mercy seemed pointless; I had to fight. Kill one to break even, kill
two to make a profit. I charged at them like a mad dog, brandishing my knife. Suddenly, I couldn't see anything
because my glasses were gone. Oh my god! I was done for. Something hit me hard on the head, and I began to lose
consciousness.
When I woke up, I opened my eyes. 'Is this hell? No, it's more like heaven. Everything is
white. Oh no, this…this is a hospital! Haha, I'm still alive! That's great!' I saw
a large chest in front of me. I wanted to grab it to see if I was still alive, but I couldn't move.
"He's awake! Doctor, he's awake!" A voice as beautiful as a nightingale's murmur rang out. Soon I saw
people all around my bed—my parents, and many relatives. I wanted to cry. So many people cared about me so much.
I…I was so touched.
Over the next few days, I slowly recovered. My dad started lecturing me, "You little brat, trying to
use a knife like that! Look, you almost lost your life!" My mom was also scolding me. Sigh, life!
One day, I was lying in my hospital bed when a white-haired man in his fifties came to my bedside and patted my head. What a
kind person! I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before. "You...you are..." "
Child, I know your father. It was one of my men who was blind and hit you. I'm truly ashamed." Oh, so it
was their boss. No way, he seemed to be a famous businessman; I'd seen him on TV.
I spent the next few days in the hospital. After half a month, I was able to get out of bed and started taking walks in the hospital
. However, I noticed that there were guards around me and outside my room; they must be the old man's men. When I was almost fully
recovered, my dad left me some money and went to Russia to do business. My mom met a
Taiwanese man during this time and was going to Taiwan with him too.
I spent over a month in the hospital before finally being discharged. That day, neither my mom nor dad were in China. It was that
old man who picked me up. We celebrated my discharge from the hospital with dinner in a private room at the Dayu Hotel. "Child, your dad
entrusted you to me before he passed away. As your uncle, I'll take good care of you." What touching words!
There weren't many people at the table, only about a dozen. After introductions, I learned they were all his men. It seemed no
one was looking after me anymore, so I had no choice but to join them. That day became the day I joined the 'Tangren Society'.
He treated me like family. Perhaps because I'd watched too many Hong Kong movies like *Young and Dangerous*, I'd come to like
the plot. Today… I finally became one of them! I was so happy! That evening, he
took me to the disco where we'd fought last time. Hearing it was his territory made me feel much more at ease.
In a secluded private room, I sat with him and several familiar faces. He began to introduce me
: "This is my newly adopted godson, Hao Wu's son. Please take good care of him from now on." Then
he introduced the people present, "I'm the eldest, Yang Longjun. You can call me godfather. He is..."
It turned out that the fatter man than me was the second eldest, Wang Hu, the head of the border defense, everyone called him "General";
the gloomy man was Korean, named Jin Guangzhen, the head of the state public security bureau; the very refined-looking man was the fourth eldest,
Zhang Deshui, the secretary of the state; and finally, the very burly man was Li Yunhu, nicknamed "Changbai Tiger King,"
the big boss of the underworld in our area.
I stood up and toasted everyone. "Uncles and sirs," I said, "my dad entrusted me to you, so please
treat me like your own child. If I do anything wrong, please teach me. Everyone I know calls me 'Hao Liu,'
so if you gentlemen think highly of me, please call me that too."
After hearing about my story, several people said, "A hero emerges from among the young, willing to go to great lengths for his friends, so loyal!"
Actually, it wasn't that I was loyal, but rather that I was slow and had no choice. But I couldn't tell the truth. "You gentlemen are too kind
," I said. "I still have a lot to learn from you gentlemen." Anyone can say nice things, and besides, flattery and playing the fool are my
specialties. That's how I officially joined the "Tangren Society."
"Son, you can live in the seaside community, it's your own place. What kind of car do you like? Dad will get
you one. By the way, can you drive?"
I thought my eldest son was drunk and joking, so I joked back, "Thanks, godfather, I... I like
a Mercedes 500, the black one is really nice, but I can't drive, haha!" After we got a bit tipsy,
I don't even remember what happened.
It was already dawn. I got up and saw, oh my god, it was past 8 o'clock, I was late. I hurriedly put on my clothes
and ran outside. Wait, where am I? This isn't my house. A moment later, a man who looked like a bodyguard came up to me.
"Eldest son, where are you going? Is the car ready?"
What eldest son? Are you kidding me? Never mind him, I need to get to school first. "Oh... to art school."
So I went out of the house with him to a black Mercedes 500. He opened the door and invited me in. It seemed
he was my driver.
We chatted as we walked to school. It turned out he was one of the fifth brother's men, "White Tiger King," and used to be
a bodyguard abroad. The Mercedes behind us belonged to another group of bodyguards, all retired border guards.
And so, without my parents' supervision, I spent my days wandering between school and home, searching for that
bitch who had cheated on me. One day after school, I saw her. She was walking and laughing with several girls. My
chance had come; I was going to get my revenge.
I had someone drive and slowly follow them. They went to my boss's disco, so we followed them in. When
she was alone, several bodyguards grabbed her, put her in a car, and took her to a small hotel.
After stripping her naked, I taped her mouth shut and tied her hands to the headboard. She kicked
me hard, and I slapped her several times. "Bitch, didn't you say I was your husband? What, you're
so uncooperative when you're having sex with your husband? If you don't behave, I'll kill you, you hear me!"
She looked at me with tears streaming down her face, her struggles ceasing. I took off my clothes, revealing my small
penis, grabbed her thigh, and thrust it inside. It was so
dry, not at all like the descriptions in pornographic novels. I felt more pain and discomfort than she did, but for revenge, pain is pain.
Perhaps because it was my first time, I couldn't hold back until her vagina was barely wet, and my semen sprayed inside her
vagina and onto her thighs. Damn it! I couldn't give up. I slapped her ass hard while
biting and scratching her breasts in abusive way. Damn, a woman in her twenties, not even a virgin, how come her breasts are so
small? My bust size is 95, hers is at most 83.
I bit and bit, oh, my cock got hard again, I slapped her ass hard until it was bright red, and tears
streamed down her face. Then I started slapping her pussy, it seemed she was very sensitive there, I could feel her body
trembling, and she was very wet down there. I used my hands to smear the juices from her pussy on her face and nose,
and started fucking her hard again, because she was tied up, I couldn't hear her moans, at most I could hear
'humming' sounds coming from her nose.
"I...I can't take it anymore." As soon as I finished speaking, my cock ejaculated inside her pussy, I
sprayed my semen on her face and breasts like a child. Looking at her body, which I had slapped red, her face
was probably her own reaction. Everywhere was covered with my semen and the juices I had smeared on her, it was simply beautiful. This
should be my best work, haha. I didn't care whether she lived or died. I put on my clothes, untied
the tape binding her hands, and left the house, leaving her, who had been tortured beyond recognition, behind. I went home.
(II) First Transaction
After that day, I regretted it for a long time, or rather, I was scared. I was afraid she would accuse me of rape, and I didn't want to go to
jail. I took a week off and hid at home every day, afraid to go out and see anyone.
One day, Fifth Brother 'Changbai Tiger King' called me and asked me to go with him to do something. I took my bodyguard and
went to the location he specified, an abandoned factory, where there was no one for miles around. When I arrived, I saw
a black 'Cadillac' and several Japanese Toyotas parked there. My car was parked next to them, and
my men opened the car door.
I got out of the car, and a young man with a buzz cut who looked like a gangster came over. "Sixth Young Master is here.
Tiger King is waiting for you inside." So I followed him upstairs to the second floor, with a bodyguard by my side, and the others waiting downstairs
.
As soon as I arrived, I saw Tiger King standing there with his back to me, and an old man kneeling on the ground, covered in blood.
"Fifth Uncle, I'm here. What's up?" I asked him in a low voice.
"Oh, Sixth Brother's here. This Japanese guy's been showing off here, damn it, those little Japanese!" After saying that, 'Tiger King'
kicked the old man hard in the groin, and the old man howled in pain.
Japanese, damn it! I hate them the most. 'Tiger King' handed me a '.54' pistol. "Sixth Brother,
you figure it out yourself." Damn, this is forcing me to kill someone. I've chopped people before, but killing is a first for me
.
Holding the pistol, I felt a chill run down my spine. I felt myself trembling, and I couldn't hold the gun steady. A dozen
or so people were watching me. If I didn't kill him, I might be the one who died. Even if I didn't die, I could forget about living in the future.
I walked up to the old man, who cried and said, "Child, I know you're a good person. Please don't kill me,
please let me go. I... I'll give you money, as much as you want... please..."
At this moment, 'Tiger King' went up and kicked him on the head. "Damn it, what do you take us Chinese for? Old
Six, the hatred between Chinese and Japanese has lasted for over a hundred years. If you're Chinese, you'd better watch yourself."
Damn it, the mere mention of the feud between the Japanese and Chinese emboldened me. I shot the old man in the head, yelling
, "Die, you Japanese pig! Blame it on being Japanese!" *Bang!* His head exploded
, his blood and brains spraying all over me.
I… I felt like throwing up. I turned and ran to the side, vomiting uncontrollably, bringing up yesterday's food.
Then I started trembling all over.
'Tiger King' came to my side and patted my back. "Sixth Brother, feeling better? You've got guts. I
almost cried the first time I killed someone. Go home and rest. Come to 'Thousand Men' tonight, it's on me." 'Tiger King' and his
men left. My men helped me into the car and drove home, while a few underlings cleaned up the scene. We
hadn't gone far when I yelled, "Stop the car! I…" and then I vomited on the ground.
Back home, my men changed my clothes, gave me a bath, and even gave me a sleeping pill. "Sixth Young Master,
take some and go to sleep, or you won't be able to sleep."
I patted his shoulder gratefully. "Thank you."
I drifted off to sleep in bed. "Who...who called me? You...weren't you dead?"
The old Japanese man I killed during the day stood in front of me. "Why...why did you kill me...
tell me!" he hissed menacingly.
I turned to grab my gun, but...where was my gun? "Help...help me...
no...don't come any closer!" A scream jolted me awake from my nightmare.
Just then, five or six of my underlings rushed into my room. "Boss, what's up?"
I looked at them. "Nothing...nothing. What time is it?"
"Boss, it's 7 o'clock. 'Tiger King' just called and said he's waiting for you at 'Thousand Men'." My bodyguard,
Lie Yun, said.
"Let's go to 'Thousand Men'."
I drove to the entrance of 'Thousand Men,' where many young men like me were waiting to enter. My
bodyguard pushed through the crowd. Seeing that we weren't to be trifled with, few dared to say anything, at most
muttering under their breath. "Damn it, what did you say!" My bodyguard, seemingly having overheard something, 　　yelled
at a slick-looking young man. 　　Just then, a few men guarding the entrance ran over. "Sixth Young Master's here, what's up?" 　　I waved them off. "Let's go, I'm in a good mood today." 　　My bodyguard and I entered 'Thousand Men' and followed a manager to a large private room. "The bosses are all 　　here, I... I'm late, sorry." Seeing the bosses were all there, I immediately bowed and apologized. 　　"Sixth, not bad." The boss said to me with a smile. 　　"What's not bad?" I was completely confused. I glanced at the TV and realized it was showing footage of me killing that old Japanese man 　　. 　　I joked, "Boss, I threw up all afternoon, I felt terrible." The bosses laughed 　　heartily. 　　"It's your first time, it's okay, you'll get used to it. Here, the boss has a gift for you, as a formal 　　gift for joining the 'Tangren Society'." After saying that, the boss placed a box in front of me. I opened the box and saw a 　　silver-white pistol. I didn't know what it was called, but it looked very familiar. 　　"Thanks, boss, but what's this called? What's this gun called?" My question made everyone laugh for a long 　　time. 　　Fifth Brother "Tiger King" laughed and said, "Aren't you into counter-terrorism? This is a 'Desert Eagle'? Next 　　time, don't brag about how good you are at counter-terrorism; you don't even recognize a 'Desert Eagle'." 　　I held the gun. "Boss... how do you use it? Just pull the trigger, right?" 　　The boss patted my shoulder. "Kid, you have to keep learning as long as you live. But seeing you ask so many questions shows you have potential 　　. Tomorrow, take your brothers to the shooting range and have them teach you. Half your life is in your brothers' hands, so you 　　have to treat them well, or you won't even know when you're going to die. Understand?" 　　"Thank you for your guidance, boss. I understand." I nodded. 　　I spent the whole night having fun with the boss and his gang, and I didn't go to school until noon the next day. You always run into the person you least want to see. 　　I ran into that bitch on campus. Afraid she'd recognize me, I ducked and ran. I 　　only breathed a sigh of relief when I thought I was safe. "Hey, why are you running? Scared? If you were scared, 　　you wouldn't have been so fierce that night." A woman's beautiful voice sounded behind me. "Damn it, 　　I should have brought bodyguards to school. " 　　"I...I'm scared of you...What do you want? Damn it! If you mess with me again...I...I'll sell you 　　to Africa to work as a prostitute!" I shouted, trying to scare her. 　　"Aigu (Korean), you're really ruthless! So heartless you don't want me anymore, huh, husband?" She 　　then grabbed my arm and rubbed it against me. 　　"Damn, I don't like 'flat-chested'. Look at your flat chest, it's not even as big as mine. Touching you 　　is not as satisfying as touching my own. Come back to me when your chest gets bigger." I turned and left this bitch. 　　Half 　　a month later, Fifth Brother "Changbai Tiger King" and I went to North Korea to pick up smuggled cars. We brought over 70 henchmen 　　and smuggled across the border between Longjing and North Korea. This side was Second Brother Wang Hu's territory, and the other side was where the North Korean border guards 　　were trading with us, so we crossed smoothly. 　　Because it was winter, the river was covered with a thick layer of ice. We bought over 70 smuggled cars, all Japanese 　　, German, and American. There was a large parking lot on the North Korean side, filled with all sorts of foreign cars, surrounded 　　by North Korean troops. Fifth Brother gave an officer a suitcase full of money, all in US dollars. I didn't ask how much, 　　and we each got a car and drove towards the small river at the border. 　　Just after crossing the border, we saw the cars ahead stop, surrounded by People's Liberation Army soldiers pointing submachine guns at us. "Get out of 　　the car, hands up, kneel on the ground!" 　　Damn it, bad luck, caught on my first business attempt. Fifth Brother's voice came through my walkie-talkie: 　　"Everyone do as they say, put your guns away. Sixth Brother, come with me." I did as Fifth Brother said and went to his side 　　. 　　"Stop, or we'll shoot!" I was so scared I knelt on the ground, unable to move. 　　"That's my brother, let him come over." Fifth Brother's voice came through. I looked at the young soldier…

He gestured for me to come over.
I ran to Fifth Brother's side, "Fifth Brother."
Fifth Brother seemed to recognize the other man's leader, "Platoon Leader Li, this is my brother Hao Liu, also Second Brother's brother
. He'll be running this route from now on. Sixth Brother, get acquainted, this is Platoon Leader Li. We'll have to work together a lot in the future."
I reached out and shook hands with Platoon Leader Li, "Brother Li."
Platoon Leader Li patted me, "What a coincidence! Turns out we're on the same side. Well, brothers, you can go now. I'm
going back to eat potatoes with my brothers."
Fifth Brother turned around and took out 50,000 RMB from the car, handing it to Platoon Leader Li, "Here, Little Li, let the brothers have something
good to eat." "Okay, come to Yanji sometime, brother, I'll make sure you're well taken care of."
Platoon Leader Li hesitated, "Brother, it wouldn't be good if our boss found out."
Fifth Brother patted him, "What are you saying, brother? Take it, otherwise you're not giving me face."
Platoon Leader Li smiled and took the money, "Thank you, Fifth Brother, goodbye, Sixth Brother. I'm going back now.
Did you see the smugglers we ambushed today, brothers?"
The soldiers shouted, "No, sir."
Platoon Leader Li said, "Fall back, go back and rest."
The soldiers watched our convoy drive away, and Platoon Leader Li waved to me, and I waved back. We drove all the way
to a hilltop, and at the foot of the hill was an air-raid shelter. When we opened the door of the air-raid shelter, it was empty. We
parked our vehicles inside, and the more than 70 people took other vehicles with license plates back to Yanji.
On the way, I asked Fifth Brother, "Will it be okay if no one guards it?"
Fifth Brother patted me and said, "Sixth Brother, you've learned something new again, haven't you? It's the army's territory, guarded by your Second Brother's men year-round. It's
extremely safe."
After resting at home for a while, Fifth Brother and I went to Jilin. I heard that the boss of the "Cools" disco there
needed some weapons. We arrived in Jilin in his Cadillac. The weather in Jilin was so cold! Luckily,
I stayed in the car the whole time.
Upon arriving at the entrance of 'Cools,' several burly men led us into a secret room inside. A
man with a crew cut sat on the sofa, and as soon as we entered, he stood up. "Fifth Brother is here. And who is this?"
Fifth Brother immediately introduced me: "This is our little brother, Hao Liu, Lao Liu. This is the head of Jilin,
called 'Brother Long.'"
I immediately extended my hand, "Hello, Brother Long."
Brother Long looked at me, "Little brother, not very old, you have a bright future ahead of you."
Then Brother Long waved his hand, and all the bodyguards in the room left. Fifth Brother also dismissed our bodyguards,
leaving only the three of us sitting together in the room.
"Fifth Brother, we're in a little trouble now, we need some weapons," Brother Long said in a low voice.
Fifth Brother nodded and said, "Brother Long, we've heard about it too. Just tell us what you want, but you have to pay first,
that's our rule."
Brother Long nodded. "Fifth Brother, I want 15 AK rifles, 20 pistols, 50 grenades, and 5,000
rounds of ammunition, but… you have to keep some as collateral, you know that's the rule too."
Fifth Brother looked at me, and I immediately said, "Okay, I'll leave it here. Fifth Brother, you'd better hurry back."
Fifth Brother looked at me, "Good brother, I won't keep you waiting long, Brother Long. Let me make this clear beforehand,
if even a hair on my brother's head is missing…" "I, 'Tangrenhui,' won't give up."
Brother Long patted Fifth Brother, "Fifth Brother, don't worry, I'll make sure your brother has a good time these next few days."
Fifth Brother said to me, "Sixth Brother, wait for me, I'll be right back. Brother Long, my brother is in your care
."
Fifth Brother turned to leave, and Brother Long stood up, "Fifth Brother, aren't you going to play a little longer?"
Fifth Brother turned back and said, "My brother is waiting for me to pick him up, it's not too late to play after I deliver the goods."
After Fifth Brother left, he called me every day to ask how it was going. I said it was good, and he said he was preparing the goods and would come to
pick me up as soon as they were ready, telling me not to worry. During the few days I stayed at Brother Long's place, I learned that he was going to
fight a big local gangster organization for the top spot, and he had added 20 armed bodyguards to my side. But
things didn't go as planned. On my third day in Jilin, when I went to a Korean restaurant, a Russian
woman walked up to our private room and easily and silently killed several of Brother Long's henchmen outside. The door
opened, and she opened fire on me with an Uzi submachine gun. The closest bodyguard of Brother Long used
his massive body to shield me, and several others drew their pistols.
I yelled, "Alive!" A bullet struck her gun-wielding hand. Her gun fell to the ground, and
a bodyguard grabbed her from behind.
We took her back to Brother Long's place, then sent the wounded bodyguards to Brother Long's hospital, and gave the dead
a proper burial. Because those bodyguards had risked their lives to protect me, I only suffered minor injuries.
The next day, Fifth Brother arrived in Jilin with over a hundred men and their weapons. The three of us went to the basement and saw the female
assassin hanging from the wall. Her clothes were gone, leaving only streaks of wounds and blood.
The more I looked at this bitch, the angrier I became. I picked up a spiked club from the ground and started hitting her. This bitch seemed to have been trained
; even after being tortured for a day, she remained tight-lipped and wouldn't say a word. Loyal enough, I liked that.
Fifth Brother looked at Brother Long, "You've tried everything?"
Brother Long shook his head, "I've fucking tried everything, but this bitch is stubborn as hell."
"Since she doesn't like to talk, just cut her tongue out," Fifth Brother said coldly.
We went upstairs, and a short guy ran over, "Brother Long, she's a Russian assassin hired by Fatty Liu
." Fatty Liu was the person Brother Long wanted to deal with, and our informant also ran over and said the same thing to me.
Brother Long said, "Fifth Brother, I'm really sorry to have frightened Sixth Brother. Here's 500,000 as
compensation for Sixth Brother's shock."
Fifth Brother waved his hand, "Brother Long, this isn't just between you and Fatty Liu anymore, it's also
between my 'Tangren Society' and him."
Seeing how good the two older brothers were to me, I said, "Brother Long, I'll add another 1 million to this 500,000 as
a settlement for our deceased brother. Can you
give me that woman?" Brother Long looked at me, "Alright, Sixth Brother is a true friend. You can handle that woman. I don't need your 1 million.
Damn it, I'll definitely get Fatty Liu's head back for you."
Two days later, our group of over two hundred men, armed with weapons, arrived at a villa in the suburbs of Jilin. We quickly
wiped out everyone inside and outside. We then disposed of the scene as if it were a gas leak. We took Liu Pangzi
's head to the graves of our fallen brothers to pay our respects.
Back in Yanji, I left the assassin at home. The bosses were very satisfied with my performance.
Back home, I stripped the female assassin I'd been keeping for over a month naked, pried open her mouth, and found there was no
tongue. I then shaved off all her pubic hair. I slapped her several times. "Bitch, remember,
I gave you your life." She nodded, looking at me. I looked at the still-fading whip marks on her body,
licking them repeatedly, pressing hard on the marks with my hands, causing her body to tremble in pain.
I patted her body, "Go wash your asshole." Surprisingly, she understood. She got off the bed,
grabbed a thick syringe from my drawer, and went to the bathroom. A long time passed, and the bitch, seemingly finished showering
, came back in, dripping wet, and lay down on the bed.
"You understand Chinese?"
She nodded. I was captivated by her alluring appearance. With a forceful push, I pressed her onto the bed, straddled her
, and bit her large breasts. Unable to speak, she could only moan, "Mmm...mmm..."
Her breasts were much bigger than the other girl's, and her vagina was much wider, which made me lose interest. In a fit of anger,
I put a black dildo I'd bought on my lower abdomen and used the fake one to fuck her vagina, while using the real one
to fuck her asshole. Her asshole felt much better than her vagina; it gripped me so tightly it felt amazing. In no time, her juices
flowed. She grabbed my head and shook her body wildly, but in the end, I gave in first.
I sat on the toilet, head down, smoking. She stood beside me, gesturing that she needed to pee. I pointed to
the bathtub next to me, "Go pee over there, I want to watch you pee." She whine to me for a while, then I slapped
her on the bottom, "Hurry up, I have things to do later." She stood in the bathtub watching me pee, even
winking mischievously. I was really too exhausted, otherwise I definitely would have fucked her.
I gave her a black chiffon dress, letting her wear nothing underneath, and put a pistol
between her thighs. Sitting in the car, I asked, "What's your name?"
She wrote on a piece of paper, "Natasha.
" "Oh, from now on you'll be my bodyguard, you'll protect me with your life." "I nodded to her
and said, and she nodded back.
We went to the boss's 'thousand-person' venue and sat in a dark corner, watching the striptease on stage and
the wildly thrashing crowd below. I patted Natasha's thigh and drank my cola. After a while, a woman
walked towards me. Natasha put her hand on her gun and looked at the woman. When she got closer, I realized it was that bitch. I
patted Natasha, 'It's okay, I know her.'
The bitch walked up to me, 'Oh, so you have a foreign girl now. Honey, you won't leave me, will you?
Look at my breasts, aren't they much bigger than before?' She sat down next to me.
I smiled and touched her breasts, 'Hmm, much bigger than before. Have you been taking drugs?'
She looked at me, 'For you, what's wrong with taking drugs?'
I let her sit on my lap and reached out to grope her body. This bitch said to me, 'Honey,
what's your name? My name is Jin Meiyan.'" "After saying that, she took off her bra and let me place my hand
on her breast.
I went up and bit it. "No surgery? Take off your lower half too. Look at my bodyguard, he's
much more open than you."
Women are afraid of being told they're not as good as other women. Mei Yan looked at Natasha's clothes and saw there
was nothing underneath. In front of Natasha, she took off her panties. I put her underwear in her purse,
pulled my pants down to my lap, and pulled Mei Yan onto my lap, inserting my penis into her vagina. Mei
Yan's vagina was much tighter than Natasha's. Mei Yan was facing me, and as I bit her breast, her whole body
moved up and down with my thrusts.
"Wife, my name is Hao Yongpeng." "I whispered to Meiyan.
She also whispered, "Yongpeng...bite...oh...it feels so good...husband...
I...I love you...I...I'm willing to do anything for you..." I wasn't moved at all, because a bitch
's words are rarely true.
I looked at Natasha, probably because she wasn't satisfied earlier, she was fiddling with her vagina, her
mouth forming an "O" shape. At this moment, a dancer came over, and Natasha was the first to wake up,
staring intently at the dancer. The dancer stood on my table and started dancing a sexy dance. I continued to fuck
Meiyan while watching, and Meiyan tried to turn around several times, but I stopped her. Finally, the dancer took off all her clothes and
put her panties in front of me. Meiyan couldn't hold back anymore,
"You...you slut...didn't you see...coming over to seduce...seduce my man." Just as I was about to
ejaculate, Meiyan suddenly stood up, "I...I'm going to throw up. " She turned and ran away. I gestured for Natasha
to go with Meiyan.
After the two women left, I said to the dancer, "I was about to ejaculate, but you angered her and she left.
What do you suggest we do?"
My bodyguard glared at her. She knelt on the ground. "Let me do it," she said, looking at
me with seductive eyes as she performed oral sex. I ejaculated quickly, and she drank it all, licking her lips.
"I'm leaving. Come visit me sometime. I work here. Your girlfriend's here. Goodbye." After watching the
flirtatious dancer leave, Meiyan and Natasha returned.
Meiyan hugged me. "Honey, will you take me home?" "I got up and took the two women home in a car.
When I got to the door, the dancer from earlier even blew me a kiss.
(III) Sitting in the Sixth Guard
I was very happy with my nearly one year of life in the underworld. My brothers were loyal, I had money, and I had beautiful women around me.
Ah! Life is so wonderful.
One night, I was driving my Mercedes 500 on a country road, smelling the faint
scent of flowers and grass. It was so comfortable. Touching the beautiful woman beside me, thinking about yesterday's European Champions League, I suddenly shouted a..."
I yelled, "Long live AC Milan!" The bodyguards and the beautiful woman beside me stared at me like I was a monster.
"Damn it, what are you looking at? Drive carefully," I laughed and cursed.
A few Japanese Toyotas sped past, but I didn't pay them any mind, preparing to close my eyes for a nap. Suddenly,
my Mercedes slammed on the brakes, nearly throwing me out.
"What's going on?!" Looking ahead, the Toyotas were blocking the road, and several masked men were
firing at us with submachine guns. My driver frantically reversed, and the cars behind followed suit. With a "bang,"
the car behind crashed into another Toyota, blocking us from both sides.
"Rat-a-tat-tat..."
The piercing sound of submachine guns tore through the quiet night. My first instinct was to drop to the ground. Natasha lay on
top of me and began to return fire, quickly carving a bloody path through the flank with her men. Natasha dragged me out of the car and
pulled me towards the sorghum field.
My legs went weak with fear. I didn't even have the strength to stand, let alone run. When the last bodyguard beside me
fell to the ground after being shot, Natasha signaled for me to run. I knew I was doomed if I didn't run, so I abandoned Natasha and
ran frantically into the sorghum field. Forget friendship, forget loyalty, my life was the most important thing. When you're dead ,
you have nothing.
I've always been last in races since I was a kid, but in a situation like this, I could run faster than a world champion
. I ran and ran for my life... until I could no longer hear the gunshots behind me.
I hid in the sorghum field for a whole day and night before daring to come out. I secretly went to an unknown village
and borrowed a phone to call my brothers to come pick me up. I hid in a large haystack for three hours, it was stuffy and hot. Just as I was about to fall asleep,
I heard the sound of a car. I peeked out and saw more than thirty people get out of the car.
One of them looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, it was Fifth Brother.
I called out to him from the haystack, my voice almost breaking with tears: "Fifth Brother!... I'm here!" I poked my head out
and called to them. Fifth Brother and a few of the brothers ran over and pulled me out.
"Sixth Brother, what happened?" Fifth Brother asked, grabbing my shoulder.
I cried and said, "I don't know... Several Toyotas surrounded us and then started shooting at us. The brothers
were scattered, and I ran here to escape with my life... How come no one made it back alive?"
Fifth Brother came up and slapped me twice, making my vision go blurry.
"Sixth Brother! Don't cry! You're acting like a woman! Come on, let's go back and talk."
Fifth Brother and I took a car back to Yanji. The boss told me to recuperate in the hospital, saying he would handle the rest.
I stayed in a VIP ward at the hospital. Actually, I didn't have any serious injuries, just some superficial wounds. There were
five or six bodyguards standing outside the door. Lying on the hospital bed, I tossed and turned, bored, so I watched
Hong Kong movies like "God of Gamblers." Oh, so I could wear protective gear under my clothes, what a good idea.
I'm a man of action. I took some people out to search the streets for usable items, and back in the ward, I locked myself
in and started working on it. Three days later, my creation was finished—a custom-made bulletproof vest. I wore a steel plate underneath
, then the vest itself, and in the shirt's breast pocket, I put a deck of cards—the last card being a small steel
plate.
After putting on the whole set, I looked at myself—aside from looking much fatter, it was pretty good. I
put the whole set on a chair, took an AK and fired two shots. Heh, sure enough, it didn't penetrate. That's it, my
best protection.
Even in the hospital, I had to wear it. The two weeks of hospitalization and treatment passed quickly. I was back at
the boss's disco that night. Everyone said, "Sixth Brother, you've gained a lot of weight in the last two weeks!"
I quickly nodded and said, "Yeah, bro!"
There I saw Meiyan again, whom I hadn't seen for days. That bitch was drinking with a group of men and women. I
walked over, and she immediately ran over and hugged me.
"Honey, where have you been lately? Long time no see, did you miss me?" Damn! Who would miss her? A piece of trash.
"Of course I missed you, honey. Do I look fatter again?" I retorted.
"Yeah, you've gotten fatter again, but I like it!" Meiyan said sweetly. I didn't have time to
play with her. "Honey, I have things to do today. I'll come see you later. Bye." I turned and ran.
I was drinking cola and listening to music in a dark corner. "Sixth Young Master, Natasha is back," a
subordinate whispered in my ear.
"Natasha? She's alive? Call her over." My God, she's not dead?! Amazing!
Soon Natasha came to my side, lying docilely on me like a Persian cat. I knew she
couldn't speak, so I stroked her body.
"Baby, it's good that you're alive," I comforted her, feigning seriousness.
Although I didn't know how hard she had to get back, I wouldn't completely trust her. I didn't even completely trust my own
parents, let alone her. I told her everything after the breakup, omitting my current
outfit; I just mentioned I'd gained weight. I
was bored that night and wanted to hang out with Meiyan. So we drove to her house, and when we arrived, her
lights were on. We quickly went up and knocked, but there was no response. I pushed the door open—it wasn't locked!
Natasha and I quietly slipped inside. We saw men's and women's clothes scattered on the floor, and from the bedroom, we heard
sounds of a man and woman having sex.
We gently opened the door a crack and saw a black man lying on the bed, Meiyan sitting on his penis with her back to us
, and a voluptuous girl sitting on the edge of the bed with her eyes half-closed, while the black man was licking her vulva.
Damn it! She's cheating on me! I'm furious—wait, I have nothing to do with her!
Let's get out of here, don't disturb their fun.
On the way back, Natasha gave me a hand gesture, meaning "kill him."
"Oh, no. I'm not that petty, haha. I'm very generous."
I gently stroked her, trying to lull her to sleep. "I'm not that lucky! When I got home, I had my men investigate
who these bastards were who tried to kill me.
A few days later, we found out. The people who tried to kill me that day were a Korean ethnic group from Yanbian called 'The Koreans
.' Damn it! That really infuriated me! We decided to take them out."
Unexpectedly, they contacted me first, offering to apologize. Damn! I'm not stupid! I'm not going. But for some reason
, my boss insisted I meet them. What can I do? That's life in the underworld; I have to follow orders
.
They arranged to meet me in a private room at a hotel, so I took over 20 men and Natasha
there. When we arrived, I could only take two people in; the rest waited outside. You have
to submit to circumstances, so I took Natasha and a bodyguard inside.
The room was empty; everyone's weapons were outside. There were seven people inside, three from each side, plus a
middleman. Just in case, I wore all my gear and even added a few blood bags, just in
case. I also left some men and snipers not far away,
to take them out if I didn't come out by the appointed time. Everything was prepared before I came; of course, I wouldn't tell anyone.
We sat facing each other, and the middleman spoke first: "I invited everyone here today to resolve a
small misunderstanding between us. I don't want anything to go wrong. Once you're outside the building, feel free to do as you please, okay?"
"Okay!" both sides replied immediately.
I spoke first: "Brother Jin, what happened that day? I almost couldn't make it. Can you tell me
?"
The other party, a Korean man in his forties, looked at me and said, "Hao Liu, which day? I don't know!"
I immediately realized this wasn't an apology, but a trap.
"Brother Jin, you're not joking, are you? It seems there's nothing to talk about. Let's go!" I stood up to leave.
The other party looked at his watch, "Haha, Hao Liu, just kidding, how come you have no sense of humor? Hahaha
."
I had no choice but to sit down again and said, "Brother Jin, what do you mean? I don't have time to play games with you!"
That bastard talked nonsense with me for a while longer, even mentioning the Yanbian team. I was so annoyed! But he kept looking at his watch.
I sensed something was wrong. Suddenly, he reached under the table, and a pistol appeared,
firing two shots at my bodyguard—wait! Why didn't he shoot me first? And Natasha had already checked the room, so how come
there's still a weapon?
Oh no! Something's wrong! Sure enough, at the most crucial moment, Natasha shot me twice in the chest. Due to
the recoil, I fell to the ground, my chest tight. The blood bag hidden in my clothes had ruptured, and the paint inside
was gushing out. I pretended to fall too, staring intently at Natasha, not saying a word.
Please don't shoot me in the head—I silently prayed.
Sure enough, Natasha seemed quite familiar with Brother Jin as she fled the scene; the middleman was in
cahoots with them. Then there was a burst of gunfire outside. I didn't dare move, waiting until the gunfire stopped, but no one came to check on me
. Then I heard police sirens. Run!
I scrambled to my feet, ran to the bathroom, took off my clothes, and secretly escaped through the back window. The bullet only pierced
through the playing cards and clothes, leaving a small mark on the bulletproof vest, but the steel plate was unharmed. What a brilliant idea
! I have to admit my ingenuity.
To make the act convincing, I hid the equipment and shot myself in the shoulder. OMG
! That hurt like hell! I'm never playing this game again. Half-dead, I called my underlings outside to come
and get me.
That night, I sat with my bosses in an abandoned building, wounded. My underlings brought Jin and Natasha
to us. After some torture, we learned that Jin was Liu Pangzi's brother, and he was
avenging his brother. Natasha was with me to complete a mission, but
she hadn't had a good opportunity until Jin's men captured her, leading to this scheme. Damn, women are so ruthless. Luckily, I'm afraid of
death, or I really would be. But this secret can't be told.
"Damn it, if I weren't lucky, I'd be dead by you guys today, you bitches!" He kicked them
twice. I didn't want them to die a peaceful death, so I asked the boss for them again.
"Sixth Brother, be ruthless. If you hadn't been soft-hearted last time, this wouldn't have happened," the boss reminded me.
"Thanks for the reminder, big brother, don't worry," I said fiercely.
Wait, it seems these old foxes knew this wasn't good, that's why they sent me to negotiate. Damn! You
guys are ruthless, otherwise how could they all have been caught? Looks like experience counts. I'll have to be careful next time.
After putting them down, we went back to the boss's company for a meeting. Thanks to my quick thinking, we took down the last
rival in Yanbian, so the gang promoted me to sixth place and sent me on a trip abroad with Fourth Brother to develop business there.
A week later, I contacted a human organ smuggler. While I was having sex with Meiyan, a white
man came to visit me.
"Who is it? I don't know any white people. Let him in!" I ordered my men.
I met him in the back room; he was over 1.8 meters tall, with blond curly hair and deep-set eyes.
"Friend, I'm Mike. I heard you have something to sell?" His Chinese was good.
"Yes, I do, but how are you going to put it? Don't talk about price, I don't know. One million US dollars for an
Eastern man and a Western woman, and all their organs are yours. No bargaining!"
He looked at me. "I need to see the goods first."
"Okay," I readily agreed.
After taking him to see Brother Jin and Natasha, he said he needed them to examine them first. I readily agreed,
so he and his men went to inspect the goods. I sat with him in my living room and called
over the girl I'd been with that night—we chatted, drank, and had sex.
At first, he was more reserved than I was. This wouldn't do; I wanted to do business with him regularly. So I stripped Meiyan's
sister, Meihua, naked and threw her at Mike.
"Don't be shy, this is my wife's sister."
Mike was still reserved, and I couldn't help it. Unexpectedly, Meihua was even more provocative than her sister,
swaying back and forth beside Mike, her large breasts rubbing against him until he blushed. Meihua pulled out Mike's penis,
"Oh, sister, look how big it is! It's so much bigger than brother-in-law's!"
Damn! It was both embarrassing and infuriating, but looking at it, his penis was indeed much bigger than mine. Meiyan stared...
Mike's cock, "Go away, you brat, stop talking about your brother-in-law. I like him, go play with your own!" I knew
Meiyan was also tempted, but if I gave it all to Mike, what would I play with?
The old hand was still the best. Mike asked me, "Do you need to make things bigger? I can help you, but I'll
charge you for the cost." Damn! The deal's already this far.
"No, not for now, thank you. I'll contact you again if I really need it."
After waiting an hour, Mike received a phone call and gave me one million dollars. It seems the deal was done.
"Come on, cheers! But the corpse is for me as a souvenir!"
Mike gave a thumbs up, "OK!"
So everyone stopped being reserved. Mike's cock splashed water all over Meihua's pussy, fucking her until she moaned wantonly
. We had the two women face us, their heads touching. While fucking the pair of Korean girls,
we talked about the future deal. The two sisters weren't idle either, kissing each other and grabbing each other's
breasts. We didn't disturb their interest.
After a while, we ordered some cream and food. We smeared the cream on the women's bodies and then put the food
on top. We enjoyed the food while having sex with them, the two women eating and
moaning lewdly – it seemed easy for them.
Mike and I left the two lewd sisters, covered in cream, food, and semen, in the house and went to the basement. There,
we found two empty shells of corpses lying there, still bloody. I ordered them to be put in oil drums,
filled with cement, and dumped into the sea in Hunchun to fill the ocean.
After seeing Mike off, I stayed at home that night, taking the two lewd sisters with me. At dusk, I
sat on the grass in front of my house watching the sunset, the two white bodies playing beside me. I
walked them like dogs, stopping to watch every passing car – that was when I was most excited. I would
grab one of them and fuck her hard. Of course, they initially resisted, but under my strict discipline, they got
used to it and even started to like it.
I'm not a lone wolf; I often train the two girls with my older brother and his men. Sometimes, I'd let them wear only
a thin veil and take them shopping or to nightclubs to swap girlfriends with other men. I discovered I'd developed a liking for watching my
women being fucked by other men. I wanted to squeeze every last drop of value out of them, so I filmed many videos and
sold them abroad and in Jiangnan.
Just a few days before leaving the country, I got really tired of them, so I
sold the two sisters, whom I'd trained as sex slaves, to an old South Korean man. The old man gave me some US dollars and took them back to South Korea for a life of pleasure.
I even made a South Korean friend. Not bad, I got my money's worth. (IV) Foreign Affairs
One morning, my fourth brother and I boarded a plane to North Korea with an inspection team. We soon arrived
over Pyongyang, North Korea, where we were received by the North Korean Minister of Development.
In the North Korean conference room, I chatted with my fourth brother and them for a long time; I had no idea what they were rambling about
. It wasn't until evening that my fourth brother and I were invited to a private gathering place, a small villa surrounded by
heavily guarded North Korean troops. Accompanied by an adjutant, we were checked three times before being allowed inside.
Once inside, the difference was striking. On the way there, we'd seen many emaciated civilians, but
the soldiers and police were all healthy, and the high-ranking officials were all fat and bloated. They were the vermin of the people, it seemed
. Thinking about it, things weren't much better back home.
A large living room appeared before us. My fourth brother and I sat on a leather sofa, waiting for their
arrival. Bored, I looked at the furniture and appliances. The appliances were all made in China, but the furniture looked
familiar. Looking at the manufacturer, I realized—it was my dad's factory! No wonder it looked familiar.
A moment later, a fat old man, as fat as a pig, came up to us. Behind him was a beautiful woman.
My fourth brother immediately stood up, extended his hand, and said in Korean, "General Li, hello, long time no see."
The man also hugged my fourth brother. "Haha, Brother Zhang, long time no see, how have you been? And this is?"
My fourth brother immediately introduced, "This is my brother Hao Liu. Your furniture was given to you by his father."
I immediately extended my hand, "General Li, hello."
The man walked over with a smile and hugged me. "Oh, hello, your furniture is really sturdy. Six of us
can sleep on the bed and do whatever we want without any problems."
I was stunned. It seemed that five of the six people were women. The old man was even more impressive than me. I glanced at
the woman behind him. My god, I almost drooled. She was fucking gorgeous, with a great figure and a
beautiful face.
Just as I was staring, my fourth brother tugged at me. "Sixth Brother, don't lose your composure."
"I...I'm sorry..." I immediately sat down on the sofa.
The old man glanced at me, then at the beautiful woman. "Haha, it's alright. Young people, who doesn't like women?
Kid, I like your straightforwardness."
We sat on the sofa discussing future transactions, prices, and locations. I didn't hear a thing,
my eyes glued to the beautiful woman. What was infuriating was that she didn't even look at me directly. Am I really that unattractive
? Damn it.
The old man waved his hand, bringing over an even younger and prettier girl. Holy crap, this old guy has so many beauties
! My nose was practically bleeding. The old man asked us, "What would you two like to drink? Don't be shy, I
have everything."
We ordered two cups of tea.
Damn, the tea served is all good tea. After checking that no one was around, Fourth Brother asked, "General Li, we want to
open a casino in North Korea with Li Ka-shing. Of course, your reward won't be small, and we'll need your army to protect us
."
General Li took a sip of tea. "That's difficult, but not too difficult either. It just requires bribing
a lot of people."
Fourth Brother glanced at me, and I immediately opened the briefcase beside me. Fourth Brother pointed to the money inside and said, "General,
this 5 million is for bribing people. We'll give you one percent of the casino's profits. There will also be a year-end bonus. How about
that?"
General Li thought for a moment. "You guys play first. I'll make a call. By the way, how much will you give to the country
? Haiyan, have a few people keep them company."
Fourth Brother thought for a moment, "I'll give you 20% of the profits, I don't care how you split it."
A little while later, six young and beautiful North Korean women came to our side. North Korean women are almost all natural
, unlike the artificially created women of South Korea. There's a saying, 'North Korean women, South Korean handsome men.'
The beauties flirted with Fourth Brother and me for a long time, and then Fourth Brother took off his clothes and
started having sex with two women. My penis didn't even react. Damn, am I sick? The little girl under me
was licking and touching me, which only made me more disgusted and bored.
After a while, a European and American porn movie was playing on TV, but even seeing big-breasted beauties didn't make me feel depressed. I closed
my eyes and pinched the breasts of the two beauties hard, enjoying the little girl's oral sex, listening to Fourth Brother and the
women's moans. To be honest, I didn't feel anything at all, I was almost asleep.
"Sixth Brother, what's wrong? Why aren't these ones to your liking? Why don't you ask if there are any more mature ones?" Fourth Brother
asked me with concern.
"No, it's not that I feel like throwing up whenever I see a woman." I remained silent. This was too boring. I decided
to find some movies to watch myself. So I started looking for some, first a gay film that didn't really do anything
, then this one.
When it played, holy crap, it was a transvestite! Damn, I actually got an erection! I
was suddenly interested in transvestites and men! Depressing! I lay on the sofa fantasizing about being a woman or a transvestite being fucked.
My penis got bigger too. That shameless little sister called out to me at my most ecstatic moment, "Wow,
your penis is so big!"
I shoved her away, "Damn it, I know my penis is small, I don't need your flattery, you slut
."
The room was quiet now, everyone was watching me.
"What's wrong? Not to your liking?" General Li asked as he walked upstairs.
I immediately replied, "No, General, I'm just in a bad mood."
General Li and Fourth Brother discussed it for a while, then we returned to the hotel.
On the way, Fourth Brother kept asking me what was wrong. I couldn't tell him. Fourth Brother stared at
me with wide eyes. "Sixth Brother, are you alright? Fourth Brother doesn't like...male homosexuality."
I was stunned. What was he thinking?
"Fourth Brother, I don't like messing around with you either, but your mistress is pretty good, hehe..."
Fourth Brother punched me. "Damn it, she's got her eye on me. I'll let you have a taste when we get home."
Back at the hotel, I ran into my room, locked the door, and turned on the computer. What the hell? I could only access a few websites
.
I had no choice but to call the waiter to get me a penis. Looking at this young man, I started to get excited. I secretly reached out and
touched his butt. Oh, it felt better than a woman's. He blushed, looked at me, turned around, and ran away without even asking for a tip
. Hehe, I was left with nothing.
I went to an adult picture website. Looking at the women in it made me nauseous, but looking at the transvestites and men made me
excited. I closed the window and took the dildo I had brought with me, which I had originally intended to use on women. It seemed this one would be used on myself
. I washed my buttocks, lay face down on the table, and while looking at pictures of transvestites, I fantasized about being one myself. I took
off my clothes, my penis dangling in front of me, and with one hand holding a dildo,
I gritted my teeth and thrust it in. Ouch, it hurt so much! I jumped around the room, clutching my buttocks. The pain subsided after a while, but due to my perverted mind
, I continued to masturbate while looking at the pictures. After a few minutes, I got used to it and gradually started to like my
penis. It got quite hard, and the excessive excitement made me lie down on the bed and fall asleep right after ejaculating.
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The next day, I woke up to find that the fake penis was still stuck in my anus, and there were traces of dried semen on the computer screen
. Never mind it, I'm leaving today. I'm going to Russia and visit my dad on the way.
I flew to Moscow, Russia with my fourth brother and gave me a day off. I
wandered around the commercial street with the translator, and went into a sex health product store to take a look. Upon entering, we
found only one male salesperson. He immediately approached us to introduce his products, but after looking for a while without finding anything I liked, I was about
to leave.
Seeing that we were about to leave, he immediately said there were better items inside. We went into the back room and saw that the salesperson had quite a few SM items
. After browsing for a while, I bought a few pieces of sexy lingerie and nipple rings. After paying, we
wandered around the mall for a long time, buying more women's clothes and stockings, before returning to the hotel. The translator kept asking if I wanted prostitutes; he had all
kinds. I said I'd call him when I did.
Back in the room, I took off my clothes, put on women's underwear, inserted my own penis inside, put on fishnet stockings
and high heels, donned a wig, and did some makeup. My breasts already looked like a woman's, so I didn't need to pretend
. I went out for a stroll. Unexpectedly, many people approached me on the street, young and old, and I couldn't understand
what they were saying.
Back at the hotel, I started searching online for places that offered transgender surgery. It seemed Thailand was the best, but the US had even
better technology.
The next day, I went to the address my dad had given me.
It should be here, so I knocked on the door. A Russian girl with blonde hair looked at me.
Before I could speak, she ran back into the inner room. A moment later, my dad came out. "Son, what brings you
here? Come in quickly."
So, my dad and I went inside and sat in the living room chatting. A Russian woman came over and poured me tea
.
I asked my dad, "Business is good? Who are they?"
My dad said happily, "Business is much better, I've made quite a bit. They are my women in Russia,
you don't need to call them anything."
"Who is that young woman?" I continued.
"That's her daughter, she's 19, studying ballet at an art school." No wonder she's so beautiful. I
chatted with my dad all afternoon, had dinner, and then left. Before I left, my dad repeatedly told me to be careful, and to come find
him if anything went wrong.
Back at the hotel, I still wasn't interested, so I went to find my dad again. When I got there, I didn't go in first but instead peeked through
the window. I saw my dad lying naked on the sofa, the older woman kissing
his face, and her daughter stroking his penis.
Looks like my dad's lucky; a mother and daughter double-kill, impressive. Finally, I saw my dad get up and ejaculate on
their faces, and they licked each other's semen.
I felt my penis getting aroused, so I ran back to the hotel and called my translator, "It's me
, do you have any women you can sleep with, mother and daughter? Ideally, they'd be at her house with her husband too, I'll pay a high
price."
There was a pause on the other end, "Wait for my call." So I sat in the hotel waiting for their call.
An hour later he called, "$5,000, come to the door and I'll bring it to you."
I yelled into the phone, "Wait for me, I'm coming right away!"
I quickly put on the clothes I'd bought during the day, grabbed the rest of my things, and ran to the door. He was really there, so
we took a car to the outskirts of Moscow.
Entering the dilapidated house, I saw four women and a man. I gave
them the $5,000. They stared at me blankly. I then gave my translator $1,000, "You'll stay with me today
, we'll go back tomorrow."
I went into a small room to disguise myself and put on my clothes. Ten minutes later, I appeared before them, and everyone
stared wide-eyed. The man and my translator exchanged a few words, and I told the translator to tell me, "He
said you're prettier than a woman."
"Really? Hehe, have fun today too, and ask her husband to join in." I stood in front of the mirror,
looking at myself.
A woman, not very tall, with not particularly large breasts, wearing sexy lingerie and black fishnet stockings, with alluring black hair
. Oh my god, I'm so beautiful! I just rushed into their midst, my tiny cock exposed.
The youngest-looking girl was the first to kiss me, followed by her mother kissing
my cock.
The translator and their father were already with the other two girls; their cocks were huge, probably
three times the size of mine. I couldn't understand what the two women were yelling, but the girl beneath me seemed to sympathize with me
, pretending to be excited and yelling. But I'm thick-skinned, so I kept going at it.
No, the competition was too fierce. I thought about how I was fucking someone else's wife and daughter in front of their husband
, and that gave me a renewed thrill. But it didn't last long. The little girl looked at me, and I lowered my head, blushing
. I couldn't do anything. So I became a spectator, sitting there watching the two men fuck their daughter and wife.
Russian women's breasts are so big, they're making my heart flutter, but my dick just won't cooperate and stays limp
. I walked up to them, and the man thought I was going to fuck his wife, so he stopped to let me pass. I waved my hand and said no, but
he continued fucking me while I knelt down and sucked
on his wife's breasts—it felt so good. I don't know whose hand grabbed my breast, but I got excited and my dick started leaking again. That man,
probably fucking crazy, pushed me down on his wife and started fucking my ass. Damn, it hurt so much, but I loved it.
I was biting his wife's breasts while enjoying his huge dick going in and out of my anus, the
pleasure was incredible.
I grabbed his wife's breasts, turned around and kissed him, shouting, "So good..."
Finally, we probably both went crazy; my dick got hard from his fucking, and I was fucking his wife's ass while
he was fucking my ass—it felt like a dream. Finally, after I ejaculated into his wife's anus, I
knelt on the ground like a woman and drank all his semen. Then I licked his wife's anus clean, and we both
lost consciousness and fell asleep.
The next day, when the translator and I left, he gave me his phone number again, saying to contact him if I came back. That
evening, my fourth brother and I met with a Russian mafia boss to discuss arms deals and other business.
We had a very pleasant conversation, so I told him I wanted to buy a female assassin in Russia. He readily
agreed and even offered to give me one, which I politely declined. I hoped he could use his connections to let me buy
one in prison.
Three days later, one of his underlings, named Ivan, came to me and said he would take me somewhere. So we got
into a car, and he blindfolded me. The car drove for a long time before stopping. He led me out,
turning left and right, for a long time until he finally made me sit in a chair. My blindfold was removed, and I looked around.
I found myself in a dark, windowless room with only Ivan, a fat
Russian man, and myself.
Ivan acted as my translator. After exchanging a few words with the other man, he said, "Sir, he says he
wants a lot of money and won't be responsible if anything goes wrong."
I looked at Ivan. "Tell him I want the best, money is no problem."
They exchanged a few more words, and then Ivan said, "He says different goods have
different prices."
I reached for a box. "Here's all the money. I want the best, both in terms of skill and appearance."
Ivan spoke to him for a while longer, then I pushed $500,000 in front of him. He looked at me and reached
for the money. I slammed the box shut. "You've seen the money, now I want to see the goods."
The other man glared at me menacingly. Ivan immediately translated my words, and the other man waved us
over to see the goods. We walked for a while in a dark, damp corridor without seeing a single guard. In a large room,
three sides were lined with small cubicles. Each private room contained only a bed and a listless woman. Looking at them, I thought, "
Damn, are these people assassins? Even a child could kill them."
"Brother, you're not kidding me, are you? These aren't assassins, they're practically African refugees. Let's go—business is off
." I turned to leave, but Ivan pulled me back while talking to the other man.
A while later, the man left, and Ivan pulled me aside, saying, "Sir, this is a misunderstanding. He went to get some information. You can
look at the information first, choose a few, and then we'll go see the goods."
Oh? Trying to fool me? Come on, just because I'm not showing my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover.
Twenty minutes later, the fat man came back with a file folder, and we sat on the concrete floor ,
picking one by one. Wow, all sorts of people there—spies, assassins, terrorist members, all kinds. Looking at their
introductions and photos, I finally chose a few and then selected the women. I gave him $1 million for six women, and told
him to take good care of them for a week before I came back, giving him another $100,000 for food.
A week later, Ivan and I arrived there by car. The three of us sat upstairs, and I had the six women
demonstrate their marksmanship with their favorite weapons. Finally, each woman chose a melee weapon and
we had to kill each other in a large area—no matter what method we used, I wanted the last one alive. Two hours later, I finally got to see
the one who survived.
Looking at the information, "Maria, a former KGB agent, later became a member of the Chechen rebel group 'Black Widow.'
A professional assassin, spy, and high-class prostitute." Damn, that's her! I ordered someone to bring her to me.
I told Ivan to ask her, "I can let you get out alive, or I can make you end up like them." I
pointed to the five corpses on the ground.
Just as Ivan was about to translate, the woman spoke in Mandarin even more fluently than I could: "Sir, if you let me
get out alive, my life is yours."
I was stunned. She speaks Chinese?
I looked at her, "Come here and let me have some fun."
She came over, lay down on the damp ground, lowered her head to my crotch, and took my penis out to give me
a serious blowjob.
I grabbed her breasts and whispered, "Kill the warden."
Without thinking, she stood up and grabbed the warden's neck. Seeing the warden's terrified eyes,
Ivan tried to stop her.
"Let go, use your cunt to serve his cock." The woman released the other man again, pulled
down her pants, and grabbed his penis.
The warden came up to kill Maria, and I took out 200,000 and threw it at him. "Thank you, this
is your compensation for emotional distress, let's go~"
Ivan was about to translate for Maria, but she translated for him first, and we turned and left.
Back at the mafia boss, I bought a transvestite, and I waited to return to China with my fourth brother. On the way, Maria
and I talked for a long time about where to have the surgery and all sorts of
things related to transvestite surgery.
Back in China, I inquired at several hospitals, both domestic and international. A hospital in the US said they could perform the surgery
and even bleach my skin, but the price was high. I thought, "It's just money, no big deal." Next, I started taking
height-enhancing drugs and wearing all sorts of shoes that could increase my height.
When I was extremely bored, the boss suggested a party in the suburbs. I took my transvestite and Maria in our newly bought
Cadillac limousine to the boss's villa in the suburbs. Inside, I found my fourth brother and his mistress, a TV presenter,
already there.
We chatted for a while, then my fourth brother said to the presenter, who was more than ten years older than me, "My sixth brother has wanted to sleep with you for a long time.
You'll have to keep him company today."
The woman was coy and hesitant.
"Fourth brother, I was just joking! You really took that seriously?" I said with a forced smile.
My fourth brother ripped off her clothes and shoved her in front of me. "Sixth brother, I won't be happy if you don't sleep with her today."
I looked at my fourth brother. "Fourth brother, you're not going to switch women with me, are you? She's a transvestite."
My fourth brother smiled wickedly. "Sixth brother, enjoy the pleasure of a man sleeping with a woman today. That transvestite is mine
." He then grabbed my transvestite.
I ignored him, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being a wife. "If sixth brother isn't excited
, call her husband over. You'll be happy to sleep with him in front of her. I love sleeping with her in front of her husband; she's fucking slutty then
." Good idea, I like it. Soon the eldest brother and his gang arrived. "What, you've been here for a while?" the eldest brother 　　asked,
arm in arm with a woman in her twenties . 　　I looked at the woman. "Brother, introduce me!" 　　After the eldest brother's introduction, we learned that this woman was a dance teacher at a prestigious high school. She had only recently gotten married and 　　had started seeing the eldest brother, making him her godfather. The eldest brother had also gotten her a teaching position at the prestigious high school. 　　The women of the second and third brothers all came in uniform—one was a female military officer, the other a policewoman. Proximity breeds affection, I guess. 　　The fifth brother's woman was the wife of one of his underlings. The fifth brother had gotten her a job in the government. Everyone 　　laughed at me, saying I was too small to handle married women. 　　"Damn it, married women are all the rage now!" I yelled. "I'm so angry!" "Damn it, I'm going to get a sex change tomorrow, become a transvestite!" 　　The eldest brothers stared at me, stunned. The eldest brother was the best. "Don't tease me, Sixth Brother. Don't be angry 　　." 　　Everyone apologized. The woman also stared at me with wide eyes. I calmly said, "I'm serious, but 　　I'm still considering it." 　　Second Brother immediately questioned Fourth Brother, "Fourth Brother, what happened to you guys abroad? Tell me!" 　　Fourth Brother looked at us, his mouth agape. Eldest Brother waved his hand, "Women, get out." 　　So the women all left, and Fourth Brother then said, "I don't know, but Sixth Brother 　　isn't interested in women either." 　　Everyone looked at me, and Third Brother spoke first: "Sixth Brother and I will go to the hospital tomorrow, and I'll have my friend check you up 　　." 　　I nodded, "Let them come in, I'll watch you guys play." Eldest 　　Brother disagreed. 　　Fourth Brother understood me best, "Sixth Brother might be happy to have sex with other women's wives in front of their husbands." 　　Everyone asked if I was right, and I nodded. 　　"You guys play, I'm going to play PS." 　　Eldest Brother stopped me, "Call their husbands over, are you guys alright?" 　　The older brothers shook their heads, "We're fine." 　　So an hour later, several men came to our room, and Eldest Brother said something to them, then Fifth Brother...

I gave them some money, and they just sat there watching their wives have sex with other men.
The older guys watched my reaction as they fucked me, but I didn't react. They lost interest, and
the eldest shook his head at me. I said helplessly, "Do whatever you want, as
long as your parents don't object."
With that instruction, I could play around without worry. So I went upstairs, put on makeup, and came down in women's clothes.
Everyone was stunned. The second brother shouted, "Damn, Sixth Brother looks pretty good like this. More attractive than a woman."
I smiled and went to the female host, waving to her husband. He
stood there, lying on the ground. "Come here, I called you to join me."
Her husband then realized I wanted to have sex with his wife and asked, "You choose first."
I was fucking dizzy. I lay on top of his wife, fucking her ass with my tiny cock. "Come on
, fuck my ass, you idiot."
The man was stunned; his wife glared at him before he carefully began to fuck my ass. I excitedly bit him
, and my wife kissed him. Seeing my brothers looking at me, I said, "Why don't you try it?"
They shook their heads, but then followed suit, two men having sex with one woman.
The room was filled with moans of sexual intercourse, things like, "Daddy, you're so amazing," "Husband, the bureau chief is
fucking me so good," "Commander, harder!" and so on.
During those crazy nights, I don't know how much semen or vaginal fluid I swallowed, or how many women and men I
slept with. I only know I was very happy, very comfortable, very excited…
From then on, I often went to those women's houses and had threesomes with them and their spouses. Later, they all treated me like a
girl, and often asked when I was going to have surgery. My answer was that I was thinking about it. They often dressed me up
as a woman and went shopping with me. I found that I had come to like this feeling of being able to have sex with both men and women.
What should I do? Should I go for surgery or not?
(V) The Return of a Man
Because everyone disregarded my interests, the boss sent me to the special forces in North Korea for training. Luckily, I understood
Korean, and they were very resistant to homosexuality.
Two years of military service have changed me a lot. I've become more robust and agile, and my courage
has grown considerably. Of all the weapons, my three favorites and those I'm most proficient with are the AK-47 family. Its
performance and versatility make it popular with many; the M4 and M16 simply can't compare.
The AK family of firearms is one of the most produced, used, and copied firearms
in the world. Statistics show that over 100 million AK series firearms exist worldwide (in the 1990s, 55 countries
used AK firearms). This series of firearms boasts outstanding advantages: robustness, durability, high accuracy, and powerful ammunition
.
What makes it most popular with soldiers worldwide is its adaptability to various complex and harsh weather and geographical
environments. Whether in deserts or high plateaus, tropical rainforests or Gobi deserts, the AK
consistently performs admirably. In this respect, the M4 and M16 pale in comparison.
The Type 56 assault rifle used domestically is also a member of the AK-47 family and is one of the weapons commonly used by organized crime
.
To gain more comprehensive experience, I spent two years fighting in the most dangerous places around the world
. After four years of living abroad, I matured considerably and became more capable. Before returning to China, I heard that the 'Tangrenhui
' had become the number one organization in the country and was also quite well-known in Asia (because there are too many terrorist organizations and
organized crime groups in Asia).
I brought what I considered the most suitable equipment:
(When we see the words "Desert Eagle," we might think of missiles or airplanes. If you were to say it
's a pistol, you might feel it's a misnomer, right? But the Israeli "Desert Eagle"
12.7mm pistol is always associated with the word "high power," and even in the gaming world, it has become the sniper
's dedicated pistol.
Regarding this gun, it's generally said to be a product of Israel Military Industries (IMI), but that's
not entirely accurate. To be precise, it's a joint work between Americans and Israelis.
Back in 1979, three Americans were preparing to develop a 9mm caliber semi-automatic pistol.
After the prototype was completed in 1981, due to problems with the feeding system, they had to seek external help, and this savior
role fell to IMI.
Two years later, the first 9mm caliber "Desert Eagle" was born, and soon after, the more powerful
11.2mm caliber "Desert Eagle" was introduced. In 1991, IMI successfully developed another...)
The 2.7mm caliber Desert Eagle.
The 12.7mm caliber Desert Eagle is 270mm long, weighs 1.99kg, and operates on
a gas-operated principle. It features an adjustable trigger, a one-piece plastic grip shaped like a U
, secured to the muzzle by a spring pin, and a precision-forged polygonal barrel with a standard barrel length of 15mm.
The 2mm barrel can be replaced with other barrels of the same caliber, and the gun can be equipped with an 8x scope.
During testing, a shooter used the Desert Eagle to fire an 8-round magazine in 20 seconds from a distance of 15 meters
, with the bullets landing on a circle with a radius of only 5 centimeters, demonstrating its
high accuracy. Its power is also remarkable, earning it the nickname "pocket cannon."
It is said that a Desert Eagle with a longer barrel used for hunting has a range of 200 meters and can easily bring down a one-ton deer. Now, special forces members in some countries often 　　carry Desert Eagles
in their waist holsters .
Besides looking more imposing, it also provides these team members with a greater sense of security.
As a self-defense weapon, the BMQ dagger tranquilizer gun (the BMQ dagger tranquilizer gun is a
concealed, non-lethal close-quarters weapon combining the features of a dagger and a tranquilizer gun. Designed and finalized in 1993. The gun has a simple structure; the dagger
can be folded, and it can still fire tranquilizer rounds while folded. The two-round integrated chamber also serves as the barrel, allowing for quick assembly and disassembly from the front
. The linked firing mechanism fires two tranquilizer rounds; if one round fails to fire, the trigger can be pulled to fire
the next round. This weapon fires a specially designed syringe-type tranquilizer round, which injects the target instantly upon impact, providing 2-3 hours of anesthetic effect.)
Completely incapacitates the target within minutes. Caliber: 12.7 mm Overall length: 177 mm (folded) 295 mm
(unfolded) Overall weight: 0.39 kg Range: 5-10 meters Ammunition: Special needle-type tranquilizer rounds.
The main gun uses Kalashnikov's famous work (AK-47 and its variants). Two
types of sniper rifles are used.
The 17.62mm SVD-S sniper rifle, designed by Dragunov in Russia in 1963
and improved to enter service in 1990, is the last "closing-door weapon
" developed in the Kalashnikov weapons family. The SVD-S differs from the AK series in many ways, using the same caliber and ammunition, but with a short-stroke independent piston
, semi-automatic operation, and equipped with a QSO-1 4x scope.
The rifle's length is 574mm, using .54R 7.62mm standard bullets, with a total weight (empty) of 4.3kg
and a total length (fixed stock/folding stock) of 1225/890mm. It feeds ten rounds in semi-automatic mode.
The Chinese Type 79 sniper rifle, and its variant, are copies of the Soviet Dragunov semi-automatic sniper rifle.
Officially finalized in 1979, it entered mass production in 1981.
This rifle is a personal weapon used by border outposts and infantry snipers, primarily for engaging single,
important targets at medium to long ranges. It boasts good accuracy, long effective range, light weight, and reliable operation.
Equipped with a 4x magnification optical sight, it reduces aiming error and improves accuracy. The rifle
uses a gas-operated recoil system, a rotating bolt locking mechanism, and a hammer-fired mechanism, allowing only
single-shot firing. It features good accuracy, long effective range, light weight, and reliable operation. Features include reliable operation
.
In addition to a mechanical aiming system with an arc-shaped rear sight and a cylindrical front sight, this rifle is also equipped with an optical sight
, reducing firing errors and increasing the first-shot hit rate.
Semi-automatic firing increases the combat rate of fire, making it easier to seize opportunities and hit targets. It is equipped with a detachable multi-functional
bayonet, which can be used not only in close combat but also as scissors and a saw, capable of cutting barbed wire and sawing steel bars,
making it an auxiliary tool for soldiers' field survival.
The semi-automatic firing mode results in a relatively high combat rate of fire. It uses a gas-operated automatic system with a rotating bolt locking mechanism.
Feeds 10-round magazine, fires 7.62mm Type 53 ammunition. Specifications: Caliber: 7.62mm; Muzzle
velocity: 830m/s; Ammunition: 7.62 x 54mm; Effective range: 1000m; Rate of fire:
30 rounds/min; Weight: 3.8kg (gun weight only); 4.4kg (with scope and pad); Length
: 1368mm with bayonet; 1220mm without bayonet; Width: 170mm; Height: 17...
8mm scope: Weight: 0.5kg, Magnification: 4x, Viewing angle: 6 degrees. )
and the KBU88 sniper rifle for automatic fire within 800 meters (the KBU88 5.8mm
sniper rifle features a bullpup design without cheek pads or carrying handles, and is now being gradually deployed to troops. Its automatic
mechanism is a short-stroke gas piston with a gas regulator, rotating bolt locking mechanism, and hammer-operated
firing mechanism. It operates in single-shot and semi-automatic modes, and is equipped with a safety device, rigid ejection mechanism, and a 10-round straight magazine.
The rifle is equipped with a dedicated scope and peep sights.
The dedicated scope allows for accurate engagement of various targets within an effective range of 800 meters; the iron sights use a
flip-up mechanism, The cheek rest height was adjusted to match the cheek rest height of the optical sight. The gun also comes with a lightweight, detachable
bipod, allowing for firing without support.
Caliber: 5.8mm; Overall length: 920mm; Overall weight: 4.2kg; Muzzle velocity: 895m/s;
Effective range: 800m; Magazine capacity: 10 rounds; Ammunition: Type 87 5.8mm machine gun ammunition; Scope weight
: 0.6kg.
I spent a lot of money acquiring what I considered to be top-tier equipment. Due to height and
weight limitations, I couldn't use it initially. Later, I spent a lot of money on high-performance drugs, and after two years in the military and
two and a half years as a mercenary, I finally reached my desired height of 178cm.
This equipment was obtained by my third and fifth brothers after I returned to China. To repay them, and also because the organization
gave me the opportunity to be their top assassin, I accepted my first mission: to assassinate Koizumi Junichiro, the top leader of the Japanese 'Yamaguchi-gumi' in China
.
Two months after returning to China, I took the other party's information to Shanghai, China's most prosperous metropolis, and also
the place with the least sense of national identity (I'm not insulting Shanghainese).
I came to Shanghai alone with nothing. After several days of surveillance, I discovered that this old man, Li Jinshan,
frequently lived in a neighborhood called "Honda," which was full of Japanese people. It was impossible for me to sneak in or
snipe him from the building across the street.
I discovered that he met with a Chinese man every week at a large nightclub. After investigation, it was found that the Chinese scum
was the boss of a large local mafia organization, and also our biggest enemy in China. Li Jinshan
, a 57-year-old Shanghainese, ostensibly the CEO of a multinational company in Shanghai, the boss of the "Shanghai" gang, a
scumbag who trafficked Chinese people abroad to work as laborers and prostitutes.
He has a pretty daughter, but like most Shanghai beauties, she likes wealthy foreign men and often
thinks she is Japanese. I hate this kind of person the most. What's wrong with being Chinese? Is it shameful? Wherever I go, I
tell people I'm Chinese, and I feel very proud. A Japanese man who doesn't feel proud to be a descendant of the dragon but instead
wants to be a descendant of the dog—I'll make him suffer a terrible death.
A month later, I felt the time was right, so I ordered my men to transport my equipment over, of course, to
a designated location. I wouldn't be in such a dangerous situation appearing in front of them anymore. A good assassin should be
inconspicuous; no one should notice you on the street, and you'll quickly disappear into the crowd.
I found my equipment in a large log transported from the north, placing it in a specially made cello
case. My long hair made me look more like a musician.
Sitting in a building opposite the 'Night Shanghai' nightclub, I'd been waiting for them every day for three days.
A convoy of 'Lincoln' cars that I'd been observing for a month appeared before me, with 30 bodyguards, two old men
, and six doormen—38 people in total.
I couldn't kill them all at once, so I gave orders to my men
to attack the enemy only when they saw Xiao Quan fall. Of course, this was to cover my retreat; I had to find those who weren't afraid to die because they were almost certainly not going to come
back alive. The money couldn't be reduced, but life couldn't be bought back with money.
I sat in a chair, with two sniper rifles placed in front of the window: a domestically produced Type 79 sniper rifle and
a domestically produced KBU88 sniper rifle for use within 800 meters, with a total of 40 rounds of ammunition, which should be enough.
Finally, around 1 a.m., the two men, each with a woman, emerged under the protection of bodyguards. I first took out
the KBU88 and aimed it at Xiao Quan's head through the scope, then at Li Jinshan. After a few quick movements,
when I was 100% sure, two shots rang out in quick succession.
I clearly saw blood splatter from their heads. In that instant, two men not far away opened fire
on the bodyguards with AK rifles, shooting and running away. The dozens of bodyguards were thrown into chaos for a moment, but quickly regained their
composure and returned fire on the two men.
I wanted them alive so I could pin everything on them. I used my automatic sniper rifle to take them
down one by one. Several of the other men seemed trained; they were hiding behind a car, searching for sniper positions
.
Seeing one dead and the other running, I turned and shot the runner in the leg. I had a new idea:
to make him carry the blame until he died. The runner was quickly riddled with bullets.
After taking out the trained men, I faintly heard police sirens.
After collecting the bullets on the ground, I put the gun in its cello case, calmly went downstairs, and exited through the back door
. After walking two blocks, I got into my car and returned to my bar. After several days of
investigation, the police arrested many members of the Shanghai gang and Japanese, dismissing it as an internal split within the triad and hastily closing the case.
I had the person in charge in Shanghai arrest Li Jinshan's daughter, Li Xue, and then staged a scene to make it seem like she had fled China.
In a dilapidated house, I found this beautiful woman, bound and sprawled
on the bed. Her terrified eyes excited me even more. Having not touched a woman for over four years, I stripped naked and
pounced on her without any foreplay.
"Who are you…get away from me! Do you know who I am? I'm the daughter of Li Jinshan, the boss of the 'Shanghai' gang!
If my dad finds out you've escaped, you're dead…" she screamed frantically, trying to scare me.
I slapped her several times. "Bitch, why don't you say you're Japanese? Didn't you want to be Japanese
? Let me tell you, your father and that Japanese bastard are dead. I'll send you to join them in a bit.
Don't be Chinese in your next life. No Chinese person is as spineless as you."
She looked at me. "I don't believe you. You're lying to me..." Seeing her tears, I gave her the newspaper I had on me.
It had a big headline: "Japanese Yakuza Boss and Shanghai Yakuza Boss Shot Dead by Two Gunmen Yesterday
at the Entrance of a Nightclub in Shanghai." Below was a photo of her father's death.
After seeing it, she cried. "Please, let me go. I'll give you any amount of money, just don't kill me."
I really hated the bitch's voice, so I taped her mouth shut, bit her breasts hard
, and thrust my lower body into her forcefully. Her vagina, which was dry at first, quickly became wet.
It seems this bitch often has affairs with men. Well, I'll make sure you remember me even after you die. My dick is
a bit bigger than before, but it's still smaller than many people's, but I don't care, as long as I'm happy.
I was very excited, but she didn't seem as happy as me. I don't care, maybe she was too shocked and had already
fainted. You have to be ruthless to traitors. I viciously bit off her nipple, and watching
her wake up in pain and then faint again made me quite happy.
Maybe I was too happy, I was about to ejaculate, and a stream of semen shot hard into her body. She only woke up then, and was just
a little excited, looking at me with seductive eyes.
Enraged, I took off my belt and whipped this little bitch hard. Her moans sounded
so alluring.
I smiled wickedly as I watched her pick up the pins next to her and wave them in front of her a few times.
She looked at me in horror and shook her head like a rattle drum. I inserted the pins into her nipples one by one
. I could see that she was in a lot of pain, and tears streamed down her face. After inserting pins into both nipples, she had already
fainted. I then used a rough iron chain to rub her pink vulva back and forth violently. Perhaps it was
too painful, because she woke up.
I wasn't about to let such a fun thing go to waste. Watching her body tremble violently, a
mixture of urine and vaginal fluid flowed out. It would be a waste to waste the remaining pins, so I inserted some into her
breasts and the rest into her labia.
But she was so uncooperative, she fainted again. Frustrating! Looking around, there was nothing left to insert into her
body. How could I forget about the candles? I lit a few candles and dripped their wax onto her body. Sure enough ,
it worked, and she woke up again.
This was so much fun! I sealed her nipples drop by drop, and then used several candles to drip wax onto her vulva at the same time.
Watching her vulva being sealed with wax little by little, I wasn't satisfied with the wax still on her pubic hair, so like a child, I
burned off all her pubic hair. The smell of roasted meat was quite delicious.
I roughly ripped open her newly sealed vulva with a rough iron chain,
rubbing it forcefully against her labia until the chain was soaked with her juices.
I was too weak to continue, and I didn't like the silence of sex, so I picked up the gun I'd used to kill her father and shoved
the barrel into her vulva, thrusting it in hard. Just as she reached her peak of arousal, I pulled the trigger; thirty bullets
pierced her body and embedded themselves in the wall. I cleaned the gun, called my henchmen to help me pack up, and flew back
to Yanji.
Walking the streets of Yanji, many people didn't recognize me, and I didn't want to contact any old friends. In the distance,
I saw a familiar figure—my first love, Guojing.
I'd had a vague crush on her since elementary school, a girl who wasn't particularly pretty but was very gentle.
In middle school, I lost out to many suitors. We weren't together in high school, but I often visited her.
When I got into university, I invited her out, but she was cold to me, and we lost contact.
Over the years, everyone has changed. She's more beautiful than before and has a man by her side. A chance
encounter rekindled my youthful passion, but as an assassin and a mafia boss, I couldn't meet her; it
would bring her trouble.
I started investigating her. It turned out she worked at a large company as the deputy manager of the translation and secretarial department—
no easy feat for a woman under 30. Her husband was also a manager at the same company.
I bought a house across from hers and lived there alone, watching
her life through high-powered binoculars.
After a few days of observation, I realized she was no longer my innocent first love. An older man often
came to her house when her husband wasn't home, sometimes even staying there. Intrigued, I had people disguise themselves
as gas pipe repairmen and use various excuses to install hidden cameras in many places in her house
. I sat in my room every day watching everything she did.
Her figure was still so good, and she was still so captivating. Watching her shower and sleep
made me masturbate several times, my semen spraying onto the monitor.
Some say gangsters should use any means necessary to get the women they like. I think that shows they don't understand what
true love or longing is. If you love her, you should make her happier, let her fly to the place she considers happiest
, and silently bless her happiness—that's your greatest joy. That's how I am, anyway.
Looking at the documents in my hand, the old man was the boss of a South Korean company and also the foreign boss of the company Guo Jing worked for. Guo
Jing used to be his translator and later rose to deputy manager in a very short time. I finally understood why Guo Jing's
promotion was so fast.
Listening to Shui Mu Nian Hua's "In a Foreign Land" and watching Guo Jing and that white-haired old man's passionate
performance in bed on TV, I repeatedly asked myself, if I had worked harder and been more shameless back then,
would I be the man on Guo Jing's body now?
I repeatedly zoomed in on the old man's head through the scope, but reason told me I couldn't shoot. If he
died, Guo Jing would be the first to suffer. I wouldn't let the person I love most get hurt. Maybe it was for a living,
maybe it was for physical needs, maybe she was forced. If she was truly forced, I would make the old man disappear
from this world forever.
Just then, the phone rang at Guojing's house. I picked up the bugging device and watched Guojing lying on the bed, supporting
herself with her hands as she answered the phone. The old man was vigorously having sex with her from behind.
"Who is it?" Guojing's sweet voice made me feel incredibly good.
"It's your husband. What are you doing?" a man's voice came through.
"Oh...I...I'm with my godfather...oh...godfather, be gentle...daughter feels so good...
husband...husband has something to do..."
My anger flared instantly. So her husband knew? Damn it, what a useless coward, a bastard who makes money off his wife.
We in the underworld despise them the most. A man should have backbone and build his own empire.
The old man was having sex with Guo Jing while talking on the phone. "Nugiya." Guo Jing, moaning between
his legs, said, "Godfather...don't lock him up...it's Dajun...let's keep playing
...Godfather...Jingjing wants your big cock..." She slammed her fat buttocks against the old man's stomach.
The old man, still on the phone, said, "Jun...your wife wants it again. I'll take care of her while you're not home, otherwise she'll
go out and cheat on you. Come back if you need anything, I'm going to have sex with your wife."
The man named Jun said on the phone, "Thank you, Dad. I'll be back in a while. Jingjing, serve
Godfather well, goodbye."
Men like that deserve to die, especially those who sell their wives to foreigners. They're not much different from traitors, in my opinion
.
After hanging up, Guo Jing sat on the old man in a lotus position. The old man held Guo Jing, biting
her breasts and grabbing her body. Guo Jing also grabbed the old man frantically. Not long after, the old man placed Guo Jing on the bed
and sprayed his semen all over her face. Seeing Guo Jing covered in semen while still sucking his penis, and listening to
Shui Mu Nian Hua's "Goodbye, My Dearest," I felt a heart-wrenching pain.
The old man lay on the bed, fast asleep, while Guo Jing went to the bathroom to wash off the semen and sweat
. She had actually swallowed the semen and was even urinating in the bathtub like a man! My God, this was no longer
the pure girl I knew. Why didn't you want me when I was so good to you? People treat you like a prostitute
, yet you seem so happy. Maybe she's cheap, but I won't believe it. I firmly believe she has some kind of hardship.
The next day at dawn, Guo Jing and the old man got up. After washing up, the old man wouldn't let the woman he loved wear
underwear, not even a bra. He put a vibrator in Guo
Jing's vagina, secured it to her body with string, and then put on open-crotch pantyhose before they walked away embracing.
After the two left, I quietly entered Guo Jing's house. The interior was luxuriously decorated, and everything was
high-quality and imported.
I went to the bedside table and looked at her wedding photos with her husband. Inside were
pictures of her and the old man, both wearing wedding attire, their breasts exposed, and the old man's penis inserted into their vaginas. On the bedside table
were more photos of the old man ejaculating on her face.
In the bookshelf, I found two photo albums, one normal and the other full of
photos of Guo Jing having sex with her husband and other men. Finally, I found many DVDs on the computer desk. They turned out to be
documentaries of Guo Jing having sex, much better than porn.
I copied them, re-photographed the pictures, and kept them as a collection. I never imagined
the woman I'd loved for over ten years would be like this. I had to have her.
The first thing I did after making this decision was to follow her. I disguised myself as a cleaner at her company and walked around the office
. That's when I discovered how promiscuous she was at work. I'd seen her having an affair with the boss in the office that morning.
When I came out, I saw some semen on her stockings. I watched her go into the bathroom and masturbate, and I also saw her and
her boss's wanton behavior in the bathroom. Behind her back, many people called her the company's number one slut, saying that as long as you have power and money, you
can ejaculate anywhere.
How could the woman I love most in this life become like this? I need to have a serious talk with her; even if I die, I want to die in
peace.
(VI) A Broken String
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A broken string can never be mended, just like love; missing it will lead to lifelong regret!
I hope everyone can seize their own destiny and not regret it like I did!
Guo Jing in this article is a real person and her real name, but she's not that old; she's 22, the same age as me . There are many things I want to say to her, but I no longer have the chance. I can only say 　　what
I want to say to her in this article ! 　　In the vast sea of people, I hope to meet her again. If God gives me this opportunity, I will say, "I 　　love you, until death do us part." 　　After making up my mind, I dialed Guo Jing's number one day, my heart pounding. 　　"Hello, who is this?" Guo Jing's sweet voice rang out on the other end of the phone. 　　I really didn't have the courage to speak and remained silent for a while. 　　"Hello, who is this? If you don't say anything, I'll hang up." Guo Jing obviously thought it was a prank call. 　　“It’s me, don’t hang up, it’s Hao Liu, remember me?” I said in a very low voice. 　　This time it was Guo Jing’s turn to be silent. “Is it Hao Yongpeng? Is it you? Hao Liu, speak up.” 　　“It’s me, I… can we meet?” I mustered up my courage and asked. 　　“Okay, meet me at the entrance of Guomao at 4 pm after I get off work.” She said to me word by word. 　　“Okay, see you this afternoon.” I hung up the phone. I took a nap at home, but I couldn’t fall asleep no matter what I did. Finally, 　　it was 3 pm, and I drove to the entrance of Guomao ahead of time to wait for her. 　　Time passed by, and a familiar figure finally appeared in front of me. “Guo Jing, I’m 　　here.” I shouted to her. 　　She approached me little by little. “Come on, let’s get something to drink.” 　　We ordered two coffees in a coffee shop, and then there was a silence for more than ten minutes, listening to the song 　　“Broken String”, because I really didn’t know how to start the conversation. She stood up. "I'll be leaving if there's nothing else." 　　I grabbed her. "No, don't go." 　　She sat back down. "Don't tell me you still love me." 　　Good heavens, she knew what I was going to say the moment she arrived. "But, but I really still love you, you know…" 　　She looked at me. "Don't say it, it's too late. You're ten years too late. I've waited so long for you to say that. I 　　know you liked me since elementary school, and still in middle school. Even in high school, every time you came to our school, I knew you were there to see 　　me. You know, all the girls say I'm so lucky, that someone has always loved me. But you know what? I'm 　　not happy at all. Every time, you just watch me from afar. I've waited so long for you to tell me you love me, 　　but you never say it. Why do you love me but dare not say it? You still expect me to wait for you, but I don't even know 　　if there's a tomorrow. This isn't fair." She said the rest of her words through tears. 　　Many people were watching us. I covered my head with my hands. "I...I don't dare to say it. I'm afraid you'll reject me again. 　　I really don't dare. I don't know if I still have a chance. I can only secretly watch you. You've never given 　　me a chance to say it." 　　"No, I did give you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it. How can I tell you? Do 　　you want a teenage girl to say 'I like you' in front of so many people? That's impossible. So 　　you've never understood women. Go back and think about it. It's all your fault that we've wasted over ten years." She 　　finished speaking and turned to leave. 　　I chased after her. The rain outside soaked me completely. I stood on the street 　　and shouted at her receding figure, "I love you, give me another chance!" She didn't turn around but 　　walked away quickly, disappearing into the crowd. I walked helplessly in the rain, rain and tears 　　mingling on my face. I like being in the rain because that way no one will see me crying. 　　When I got home that night, my boss called and told me to go to Japan the next day to develop the Japanese market and territory. I sat 　　on the bed watching Guojing on the monitor. What was wrong with her? She seemed sick. Yes, she was sick. 　　I rushed to Guojing's house, grabbed the medicine I had just bought, opened her door, and went to her side. She 　　was surprised to see me. I gave her the medicine and then placed a hot towel on her head. "How did you know I was 　　sick? And how did you get in?" she asked with difficulty. 　　I patted her shoulder. "Don't ask anymore, just rest. Actually, I've been watching you for a very 　　long time." 　　Her face was pale, and her lips were cracked. "So you know everything. I'm not clean. Do you still love me?" 　　I held her head and kissed her. "Love? I don't care. I will love you forever." 　　Tears slowly streamed down her face, and I wiped them away. 　　She cried, "Don't do this, I beg you, find someone better than me, that way I'll be happy 　　. Fate has destined us to be apart in this life." 　　I held her, tears streaming down my face for the first time in front of her. "No, if not in this life, there's always the next. In the next life, I promise I won't 　　give up again, I promise!" 　　She was probably tired, and nestled on my shoulder, whispering, "In the next life, in the next life, we must be together 　　." Watching her fall asleep peacefully, I covered her with her blanket and stayed by her side until three in the morning. 　　I left a note on the table: 　　I'm going to Japan today. If I don't return within a year, it means I've gone to heaven to wait for you. 　　Visit Jinshan Cemetery during Qingming Festival; there's an empty grave there. Burn some paper money and a letter for me. I'm waiting for 　　you. Even in death, I will become a soul and drift back to your side to protect you forever. 　　Your most beloved one. 　　After leaving Guojing, I boarded a plane to Japan alone. Japan is a hateful yet pitiful country. 　　I don't need to explain how hateful it is, but it's pitiful because it's just a dog of America, with no freedom whatsoever. 　　On my first day in Tokyo, I was alone in my hotel room. Luckily, I speak Japanese. One after 　　another, I received sex calls, but I don't like petite Japanese women. 　　Soon, the local "Tangrenhui" (a secret society) contacted me; it turned out the Japanese "Yamaguchi-gumi" (a yakuza group) was already 　　working against us. Great, I like that.

My full set of equipment arrived the next day, but I wasn't foolish enough to fight someone one-on-one.
After several international calls, I summoned some of my former mercenary brothers, almost all of them Africans
. Africans are very friendly to us Chinese, thanks to Chairman Mao's excellent diplomacy.
Before my brothers arrived, I walked the streets of Japan alone, and many female students approached me asking
for "assistance" in socializing. Of course, I didn't like women who weren't fully developed. People frequently go missing in Japan; I
'd seen many reports in the newspapers. One very beautiful woman, supposedly a high school teacher, had also disappeared.
A week later, all seven brothers arrived, and the equipment was smuggled in by sea. We spent several
days monitoring the enemy leader's house, and even got a floor plan. The time to strike had come. I
hid as a sniper in the distance, while they sneaked into the house from elsewhere. The enemy was terrified; he had dozens of
men protecting him.
No matter how strong the enemy was, they were no match for us special forces soldiers, seasoned by real warfare. After silently taking down a few, we began our killing spree. We had to let the whole world know. 　　A perfect combination of
several AKs, a heavy machine gun, and a sniper rifle meant no one could stand in our way. Looking at my watch, there were still 1 minute and 30 　　seconds until the fastest police arrived; we had to hurry. Soon, we caught the enemy leader in the room—an 　　old man wearing only his underwear, his upper body bare and fleshy. Beside him was a beautiful woman hanging from a ceiling and another 　　woman I vaguely remembered lying there like a dog. We took the old man and the two women and 　　escaped in the 'Lynx' helicopter that had just arrived. Many police cars were rushing towards the scene below. Shortly after they entered, 　　the time bombs we had planted exploded one after another. Back at the secret base, we tied the old man to the wall. He 　　cursed in Japanese. I went up and cut out his tongue with a knife. I don't know where they found a few more schoolgirls, but 　　they were having sex with them in the next room until they were screaming. I grabbed the pretty girl and looked at her picture in the newspaper, asking, " 　　Is this you?" She nodded. I looked at her breasts, which were swollen from the drugs, and reached out to grab them. 　　"Go, I'll give you a chance for revenge. Go bite his dick off." The woman looked at me, and I pointed the gun 　　at her head. She quickly crawled over, and the old man cursed at her in Japanese. She watched as he bit off his dick in one swift bite 　　, then brought it back to me like a puppy. I patted her buttocks, and she put her dick 　　on the ground and crawled towards me. I inserted a beer bottle into her vagina. "You'll sleep with this tonight. If 　　I come back tomorrow and see you've run away, or the bottle is out, I'll kill you." She looked at me in fear and nodded fiercely 　　, walking very carefully, afraid that the bottle would fall and break. 　　That night, I dismembered the old man, placing his head at the entrance of the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters, his limbs at 　　the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department, and his body at the Keikoku Shrine. My brothers left the next day, and I gave them some US dollars. 　　After this incident, no one or no organization in Japan dared to oppose our "Tangrenhui". 　　Because the ports and airports were blocked, I had to stay in Japan for a while longer, lying in bed touching 　　Kyoko beside me. This bitch had been drugged and turned into a complete sex slave; a few touches and her genitals were soaking wet 　　. I let her keep me company during those boring days. Maybe she saw me as her savior, or maybe she 　　had become a complete sex slave; she obeyed my every word. 　　I had someone buy some sexy clothes, all one or two sizes too small, so that at home she could wear 　　a maid's outfit, the top transparent, her big breasts stretching the clothes open completely; the bottom a super 　　short skirt, allowing me to clearly see her dark pubic hair and pink vulva. She always 　　walked around me shyly . 　　When I was bored, I would suddenly grab her and press her against the table. If I opened a button on her dress, I could grab 　　her entire large breasts; her nipples were the biggest I'd ever seen on a woman. Lifting her skirt, I could touch her plump labia 　　. It felt so good to insert my penis, and she was so wet; she looked incredibly seductive. 　　One day I took her to a nightclub. She wore a halter-neck evening gown that couldn't contain her large breasts at all. 　　The skirt was slit from the waist, and if you looked closely, you'd see she wasn't wearing anything underneath. 　　Xingzi became more and more obedient, doing whatever I asked. I sat on the sofa, letting her lean against me. 　　My hand touched her vulva, and soon my hand was covered in her juices. I placed my hand, wet with her juices, in 　　front of her, and she shyly buried her head in my chest, acting like a kitten. I waved my hand in front of her, "You 　　don't want everyone to know you're a lewd teacher, do you?" She rubbed against me, watching me 　　lick the semen off my hand bit by bit. Her cute little face reminded me of Guo Jing, far away in China. 　　I pulled down my pants, pulled her onto my lap, and inserted my penis into her vagina. The clitoral rings I'd fitted on her labia 　　rubbed against my shaft. I grabbed her large breasts, kneading them like dough. 　　A waitress came over, "Sir, what would you like?" 　　I said, "Get me an empty glass, and call a transvestite over." A short while after the waitress left, a 　　very beautiful white transvestite came over and gave me an empty glass. 　　I used the empty glass to collect Xingzi's milk, "Xingzi, are you thirsty?" 　　She moved up and down, "I...I want...I want to drink..." 　　I drank her milk, then told the transvestite to put her penis in Xingzi's mouth, "The semen that comes out is your 　　food for today." 　　Xingzi fiercely ate the transvestite's penis, while I fucked her hard down below. She could only moan softly, 　　making no sounds of pleasure. 　　I was the fastest; I pushed the transvestite aside and shoved my penis into Xingzi's mouth. Xingzi took 　　a few big bites, and my semen flowed copiously into her mouth. 　　While enjoying the beauty's semen, I answered the phone: "Sixth Master, the ship is ready. We're heading to Afghanistan tonight." 　　"Okay, I'll be right there." After finishing the call, I sat down to eat, then called over a few men to 　　gang rape Xingzi in front of me. Seeing Xingzi crying from being fucked made me extremely happy; let her enjoy 　　one last night of her life. 　　After eating, I carried the exhausted, semen-covered Xingzi back. She crawled along with me the whole way.

Many people on the street stared at the woman covered in semen, with semen still dripping from her mouth and vagina.
Xingzi was shy; she clung tightly to my legs as we drove to the dock. Perhaps people really do have a sixth sense, a premonition of their own impending death 　　.
Xingzi kept saying, "Take me with you, take me with you," the whole way . I didn't want her to die either, but for her safety, she had to. 　　We sat in the car, and I smoked a lot, constantly considering whether to keep her alive. She gently 　　nuzzled my face beside me, saying, "If our fate is truly over, can you let me die peacefully in your arms 　　?" I nodded, gave her a poison pill, and held her close. She kept kissing my face until her 　　last breath. I put her body in the car, set it on fire, and watched the car and her disappear together before taking a ship back 　　home. 　　My Days in the Underworld 7 (Supporting Bin Laden) 　　(Supporting Bin Laden) Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I hereby declare that I did not stumble upon this post; I am 　　innocent. Assemasom in the story is the leader of the East Turkestan movement, already dead at the hands of the Chinese army, and has nothing 　　left to be arrogant about 　　. Upon returning to China, I went directly to Xinjiang, where I stayed for about a week. Then, I led a convoy across the 　　border into Afghanistan. Many people in the convoy were soldiers and members of the "Tangrenhui" (a secret society), as this was our 　　first collaboration with the military. The project involved selling some obsolete weapons. The serial numbers on these weapons had been removed, 　　making them appear to be from the black market. Once in Afghanistan, I hid the convoy in a small forest near the border. 　　I then led five bodyguards and a translator into the heart of Afghanistan. Disguised as locals, we rode donkeys 　　for a long time before finally reaching Kandahar. The entire journey was filled with scenes of decay, refugees, and Taliban troops. Because we had connections with a local Taliban leader, we arrived 　　in Kandahar 　　safely . We stayed in a small villa in Kandahar, waiting for Omar to receive us. Half a month passed, 　　and during that time we didn't see a single woman, let alone have sex. I started to doubt if there were any 　　women here at all; at this rate, my manhood would rot. One day, a 　　middleman who connected us with the Taliban came to see us. "Friends from China, I'm 　　sorry to have kept you waiting. Today you will see the person you want to see, but you'll have to make do with a little something." Several men then blindfolded us and led 　　us to a car. The car sped along the road, circling endlessly. More than an hour 　　later, the car finally stopped. We were led up and down stairs, turning corners and back again, several times, until I started to 　　feel dizzy. Finally, we stopped and sat down in chairs, removing the blindfolds. The room was dark. In the dim light, I saw 　　a man sitting opposite me, a long-bearded Arab dressed in traditional attire; that must be Omar. He 　　spoke some Arabic to us, and my translator told me he was the famous Omar. He asked me what 　　good things I could buy for him. "Tell him I want to see bin Laden. We'll talk about it after I see him, or we can cancel the business. If I 　　see bin Laden, I might even give them some financial assistance," my translator said. He got excited and roared, and 　　several soldiers came up and pointed guns at my head. I wasn't afraid, because I knew he didn't have the guts to kill me. I 　　looked at Omar with disdain. My translator was terrified, his crotch soaked, kneeling on the ground screaming. 　　My bodyguard looked at me, "If you have the guts, kill me. Let's see who dares to do business with you after that." 　　At this moment, a man came out from behind Omar, clapping his hands, "Impressive! No wonder you're the sixth leader of the Tangren Society. I 　　admire your courage." 　　I froze, stunned. He actually spoke Chinese! But then I quickly regained my killer composure. "If I 　　'm not mistaken, you must be the infamous 'East Turkestan' leader, Asseimaksum," 　　he said, waving his hand to dismiss the soldiers on either side. It seemed he held some status here. He chatted with Omar 　　for a moment, then Omar ordered his men to lead us to a magnificent house. Inside, everyone sat down—there were no 　　chairs, just a large carpet. We sat cross-legged on it, the table in front of us laden with various 　　foods. Asseimaksum and I talked about ethnic politics, which I wasn't interested in. I thought to myself, "I'll definitely kill 　　you someday. Damn it, why don't you be a perfectly good Chinese person and instead engage in separatist activities? 　　" "Friend, are you Han Chinese?" Asseimaksum asked me. 　　"Yes, I am Han Chinese, but I'm only interested in money. My time is precious; I want to see the Holy One as soon as possible," I said 　　, looking at them. 　　I wouldn't dare say, "You're smearing the face of the Chinese people! What the hell are you doing, playing the independence card?" 　　I could only think those words to myself. 　　“Alright, I’ll go tomorrow. The Saint also wants to see you, but where’s your goods?” Asemaksum replied. 　　“I’ll only get the goods after seeing the Saint? Don’t you trust me?” I stared intently at Asemaksum. 　　Asemaksum looked at me. “Brother, I hope you’re not lying to me. We’ve been trading for a long time.” 　　I looked at my wine glass. “After trading for so long, you still don’t trust me?” Asemaksum laughed heartily. 　　We had a good time that night. Around 2 a.m., Asemaksum came to find me and took me on a donkey 　　to the mountains to see Bin Laden. Because he wasn’t entirely comfortable with me, he wouldn’t allow me to bring bodyguards. We walked for 　　over six hours through the mountains under the cover of darkness. I finally understood why we had to ride donkeys; only donkeys and walking could 　　traverse such rugged mountain paths. Finally, we arrived. There were no houses, only caves; the place looked so impoverished. After entering the cave, we walked through 　　tunnels for over three hours. Emerging from the tunnels, 　　we found ourselves in a wide-open space. It turned out they had used a small plain surrounded by mountains as their base, connecting it to the outside world through tunnels. Without a guide, you really wouldn't be able to find it. 　　In a small hut, I met Bin Laden, a thin old man who didn't seem to be in good health. 　　This old man had done what many wanted to do but dared not. Before I entered to see him, a white man 　　had already spoken with him for a long time. When it was my turn, he was exhausted, but he insisted on seeing me, this distinguished 　　guest who had traveled from afar. 　　I knelt before him and kissed his face. "Holy One, it is a pleasure to see you." 　　He looked at me like a kind old man looking at his child, reaching out his withered hand to touch 　　my head. He slowly said a few words, which Asemaksum translated for me: "The Holy One said he is also very happy to see you."

"I hope you can give him a surprise because he is doing a great cause, and at the same time, he will bring you Allah's blessings."
I won't interfere with any of his cause; what good could it possibly be? It's just a terrorist attack. I just want to promote my
products. "Holy One, I bless your holy war with success, and I've brought you 2,000 AK-47s, 500 pistols
, 20,000 rounds of various ammunition, 800 submachine guns, 4,000 hand grenades,
1,000 of these bombs, and 50 launchers. Also, 20 special forces daggers, 30 sniper rifles
, and a tank are gifts for you." "Of course, you don't need to buy it with money; you can exchange it for drugs."
Actually, I fucking admire him. It's really not easy for one person to lead Arabs in resisting foreign invasion
. He's definitely a nationalist. Who in this world dares to openly oppose the United States but him? Look at
those people in China; their embassy was bombed by the American devils, and they didn't dare utter a sound. If Chairman Mao were still alive
, he would have already invaded the United States. They're so damn cowardly. The Japanese and Taiwan still dare to mess with Mao's mother? If the older generation were still alive,
they would have been driven into the Pacific Ocean long ago.
Bin Laden looked at me for a long time and said something. Assemaqsum said to me, "The Holy One has agreed to pay you $10 million upfront at the original price;
the rest will be covered by drugs." " But he hopes you can stay a few more days."
I looked at them. "Brother, I do want to stay a few more days, but I haven't been with a woman in so long...so long.
I want to leave now, the goods will be here soon."
Asemaksum looked at me. "Brother, please tell me, you should stay a few more days, otherwise the Holy One will think you're not giving
him face."
So we said goodbye to bin Laden, and Asemaksum arranged for me to stay in a large house. That evening, bin
Laden hosted a welcome dinner for me and the white man. Seven or eight people sat inside and outside, with more than 200
bodyguards from al-Qaeda. Bin Laden, the kingpin of terror, sat in the host's seat, with me and the white man on either side of him.
Below us were the leaders of terrorist organizations from various places.
Bin Laden introduced everyone; many were famous figures. The Holy Bin Laden said to everyone, "To welcome
our guests from afar, we will organize a terrorist exercise as planned in three days, also to test our
new weapons. Friends in China, when will your weapons arrive?" "I placed my hand on my chest. 'Your Holiness
, my convoy is on its way and should arrive around tomorrow afternoon. I hope you can send someone to pick it up.' Assemasom
translated my words.
Bin Laden nodded and said something else. I stared at the white man for a long time, wondering who he was. He was probably
thinking the same thing. The rest of the people were Arabs speaking in a language I couldn't understand. After the banquet,
I went to the white man's house. He seemed to be waiting for me inside. As soon as I entered, I saw him sitting there
looking at me. 'Friend, I've been waiting for you for a long time.'
I sat down. 'Oh, you speak Chinese.'
He chuckled. 'How can you get by without speaking Chinese?'
I looked back outside. We both knew someone was eavesdropping. I wrote on the sand table in front of him, '
Is it convenient to talk?' He nodded. 'It's alright, we haven't done anything to harm them.'
After chatting for a while, I learned that he was Boeing's representative in Russia, and he had come to discuss a contract with Bin Laden. "
On September 1st, 2001, we watched a terrorist drill at bin Laden's secret base.
The weapons I had just sold them were well-received; they thought they were better than American or Russian weapons and cheaper. Several
tribal chiefs wanted to buy more from me, and we finalized the prices in the next few days. I told them I would
contact them again after I returned. The drill was also very enjoyable; it included air defense drills, terrorist attack drills, and military exercises.
On the morning of September 11th, a mysterious figure arrived at bin Laden's secret base. Bin Laden, several terrorist
leaders, some tribal chiefs, and the mysterious figure went into a very modern room with
a huge screen television on the wall. We played cards and drank together. The mysterious figure and bin Laden had a secret conversation
for a while and then disappeared.
On the morning of September 12, 2001, local time, after breakfast, we were all invited to
the room with the large screen. Around noon, while we ate, Bin Laden was happily chatting. After a while, Aser
Maksum said to me, "The Holy One asks you, if one corner of the Pentagon is removed, how many corners are left?"
At first, I thought everyone was joking, and without thinking, I said, "Of course, four corners, oh no, six corners!"
Aser Maksum looked at me with a smile and asked, "Want to bet?"
I took out a check I had on me and wrote down $1 million. "I'll bet, but how will you prove it?" "
Asseimaksum, holding my check, smiled and said, 'You'll find out soon enough.' He spoke to everyone as he
walked towards Bin Laden, who looked at me with surprise.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, local time in the United States, two passenger planes crashed into the World Trade Center, one
into the Pentagon. We saw this on satellite TV. I stood there dumbfounded, unable to believe my
eyes. To confirm it, I even hit myself a few times—it really hurt! It seemed to be true. Then everyone
started congratulating me, and I looked at them, completely bewildered. Ten minutes later, Asseimaksum came over and gave me a
check for 10 million, saying, 'Brother, your math is pretty good, much better than Saddam's.' Then I heard Bin Laden
saying something, and everyone burst into laughter. I called Asseimaksum over, 'Brother, what's going on
? What are they laughing at?'" "Asseimaksum looked at my serious expression. 'Brother, that
mysterious man yesterday was Saddam. He also bet with the Saint that if one corner of the Pentagon were to fall off, it would be four corners. The Saint bet him
$10 that it should be six corners, and I just got a call saying it is indeed six corners.' 'Oh, I see.' I
realized why they were so happy. Thinking back to my Boeing buddy who was there just a few days ago, I understood
why several planes were Boeing—they were sponsors! I spent over a month with Bin Laden
and didn't see a single woman. I don't know how they managed. With the drugs Bin Laden gave me, I embarked on my
journey to Europe. I traveled around Europe, wholesaling drugs to various parts of the continent.
I even met Mike, who dealt in human organs, in Prague. I had Mike perform penile enlargement surgery on me, and the surgery went smoothly. Three months later, I
returned to China with the money."
After returning to China, I rushed back to Yanji, but before I could even see Boss Guojing, I was sent to a
place that was both unfamiliar and familiar, to engage in smuggling as a businessman.
I was away from Japan for almost a year. The moment I set foot in Japan, I thought of Kyoko. I shouldn't have
killed her, but I had no other choice under the circumstances. I really hope to meet a
woman as obedient as Kyoko in Japan!

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