Infiltrate

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Infiltration

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Author: 2006bpi Title: Infiltration (Complete)

Infiltration (Part 1)

Early summer in Shanghai was already a bit sultry. Hua Jianxiong had been busy behind his large desk for quite some time, reviewing complicated official documents and organizing reports to be submitted. These tasks were making him very irritable. As the head of the Criminal Investigation Department of No. 76, he spent half a day every week doing these tedious things. Finally, he signed the last case report, a thick file on a female prisoner named Zhou Liping, containing all the materials from her arrest to her interrogation. Hua Jianxiong had seen many such files. He glanced at the slightly blurry half-body photo of the female prisoner on the first page. From the photo, she looked like a pretty young woman, probably a beauty, Hua Jianxiong thought. In his experience, the department's so-called high-end cameras always tended to make people look ugly. He continued to turn the pages, which contained interrogation records one after another. He wasn't particularly interested in the contents and flipped directly to the last page, which was a case report. The report concluded: "The criminal is stubborn and unrepentant; despite repeated interrogations, he still refuses to confess." Hua Jianxiong frowned as he looked at the crookedly written name of Liu Dazhuang at the end. Liu Dazhuang was his capable subordinate, always highly valued by him, but Hua Jianxiong didn't like this ruthless, fleshy-faced fellow. However, this guy was skilled in interrogation, and like many of his henchmen, he had a particular interest in torturing female prisoners. Few prisoners handed over to him refused to confess, but this female communist named Zhou Liping was clearly an exception.

Hua Jianxiong pressed a button on his desk, and soon the heavy office door opened, revealing a cold and beautiful young woman in a light blue suit and black high heels. This woman was his confidential secretary, the famous cold beauty of the 76th Division, Liu Mei, and also Hua Jianxiong's open mistress. Gazing at Liu Mei's long, beautiful legs exposed beneath her short skirt and her high, firm breasts that seemed about to burst open her top, Hua Jianxiong felt an overwhelming desire rising within him.

Liu Mei gracefully walked to Hua Jianxiong's side, glancing at the files spread out on the table with her beautiful eyes. Before she could speak, Hua Jianxiong pulled her onto his lap, and she felt a hand caressing her thigh encased in flesh-colored stockings. Instantly, Liu Mei seemed like a different person; the coldness she displayed upon entering vanished. Under Hua Jianxiong's skilled yet somewhat rough caresses, a blush rose on her face, and her body swayed slightly. As Hua Jianxiong's large hand moved towards her high, firm breasts, she let out alluring moans.

Liu Mei felt her lower body quickly become wet. Hua Jianxiong had been away on a business trip to Changchun for a long time and hadn't touched her. After returning yesterday, he didn't even see her before going to the Japanese Military Police Headquarters. She knew that Hua Jianxiong had very close ties with the Japanese, which was why he held considerable influence in the 76th Division. She also knew that Fujiwara Kaori, a female agent at the Japanese Military Police Headquarters, had a close relationship with Hua Jianxiong. "Jianxiong was probably 'k' that Japanese beauty last night," Liu Mei thought, puzzled as to why she was thinking the word "k." She knew that Jianxiong would be in the office reviewing files today, so she got up early to dress up and arrived at the office early. But Hua Jianxiong was obviously there earlier. She went in, served him tea, and then left. Jianxiong didn't stop her; he just frantically finished the mountain of materials piled up on his desk.

Everyone knew that Liu Mei was Hua Jianxiong's mistress, but at the same time, her icy demeanor created a false impression. Many people were captivated by her beauty, but at the same time, they wondered if Liu Mei was as cold as ice in bed. Of course, only Hua Jianxiong knew the extent of Liu Mei's passionate performance in bed. While caressing her, Hua Jianxiong asked, as Liu Mei panted, "Did you assign Zhou Liping's case to Liu Dazhuang?" "Um...no, you approved it for him..." "Me?" Hearing Hua Jianxiong's surprised voice, Liu Mei immediately recovered from her dazed desire. "Yes, you forgot that time before you went to Changchun, when I gave you the prisoner interrogation assignment list, I specifically reminded you about this female prisoner named Zhou Liping?" "Oh, really?" Hua Jianxiong vaguely recalled that more than a month ago, when Liu Mei gave him the interrogation list, she specifically reminded him that this female prisoner named Zhou Liping was very important. As his mistress and confidential secretary, Liu Mei knew Hua Jianxiong well, knowing his special fondness for interrogating beautiful female prisoners. Therefore, every time there was a female prisoner, she would personally review it and remind Hua Jianxiong who the "important" female prisoner was. "Oh, I remember now. I was going to Changchun, and I didn't pay much attention before just handing it over to Liu Dazhuang. I remember you said you weren't going to Changchun anyway, so you asked me to handle it, right?" "Yeah, but you didn't agree..." "Even Liu Dazhuang makes mistakes sometimes. I'd like to see what this female prisoner is like, whether she can withstand Liu Dazhuang's torture. Go tell Liu Dazhuang to bring her here. This guy always brags that he's the most powerful person in the Criminal Investigation Department. Let's make him feel bad today." "Yes." With that, Liu Mei got off Hua Jianxiong's lap, tidied her long hair, went out to convey Hua Jianxiong's order, and returned behind him.

A moment later, Liu Dazhuang and two of his men brought in the female prisoner. Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but frown when he saw how she came in. This female prisoner, named Zhou Liping, was half-carried in. After entering the room, the hands that were holding her were released at Liu Dazhuang's signal, and they left. The female prisoner then collapsed onto the carpet as if her bones had fallen apart. Hua Jianxiong scrutinized the woman lying on the ground, clearly enduring pain without uttering a sound. She wore a tattered, blood-stained white cheongsam, probably hastily dressed her earlier; the side zipper was undone, revealing she was naked underneath. Hua Jianxiong glanced at the half-body photograph of Zhou Liping in the case file, finding it hard to connect this woman lying on her side with the young, beautiful woman in the photo. The half-dead woman's face was swollen and distorted, her hair disheveled and matted with blood, many sections bald, revealing her blood-red scalp. Her nose was twisted, her fingernails and toenails were reduced to scabs, and one leg was strangely bent, swollen like a bucket—clearly broken by a torture device. The exposed skin was covered in whip marks and blackish-red charred marks from branding. Hua Jianxiong knew that the parts of the woman's body covered by the cheongsam were probably even more gruesome.

Hua Jianxiong glanced at Liu Dazhuang, who seemed somewhat at a loss. "This guy just knows how to act recklessly," Hua Jianxiong thought. Liu Dazhuang felt Hua Jianxiong's gaze sweep over him and hurriedly lowered his head, saying, "Chief, I've done my best to interrogate this female Communist prisoner, using every method imaginable, but this woman is impervious to both soft and hard approaches..." Hua Jianxiong waved his hand to interrupt Liu Dazhuang, saying, "You've tortured her at least ten times, haven't you? Didn't you always boast that no woman who falls into your hands wouldn't talk?" Hearing Hua Jianxiong say this, Liu Dazhuang became even more terrified. He had been overjoyed to have the right to interrogate this beautiful and charming female Communist, but after several rounds of torture, he hadn't gotten anything of value. He was utterly loyal to Hua Jianxiong, but at the same time, he was also extremely afraid of him, fearing that Hua Jianxiong would look down on him. Therefore, he usually worked extra hard. This failed interrogation was a huge blow to him. Seeing that further torture might kill the female prisoner, he had no choice but to submit a report requesting the case be closed. Fortunately, Hua Jianxiong didn't want to embarrass his dejected subordinate too much, after all, the guy was quite hardworking. Today, he just wanted to let him know his dissatisfaction. Hua Jianxiong grunted and said, "Looks like we've encountered a truly stubborn person." Hearing this, Liu Dazhuang, seeing that Hua Jianxiong was no longer blaming him, quickly nodded and said, "Your Excellency is wise. After taking over, I interrogated her overnight..." At this point, Liu Dazhuang looked up at Liu Mei standing behind Hua Jianxiong, seemingly hesitant to speak. Seeing this, Hua Jianxiong waved his hand and said, "Don't hold back, speak freely." Liu Dazhuang immediately said, "My four men and I interrogated her overnight, first trying to break her spirit, then we used whipping, branding, the tiger bench, pouring chili water down her throat, and many other forms of torture. Secretary Liu also came to inspect the interrogation room, but ultimately we got nothing. I'm incompetent."

Hua Jianxiong understood, of course, what Liu Dazhuang meant by "spiritual collapse." Beautiful female prisoners were destined to be raped; many would break down after such an ordeal, while others would become even stronger. As for "women's torture," these were cruel punishments specifically designed for female prisoners, such as pricking their nipples with needles, whipping their genitals, and inserting red-hot iron bars into their vaginas and anuses—all methods that inflicted unbearable pain on female prisoners. Hua Jianxiong was somewhat surprised that Liu Mei would watch Zhou Liping's interrogation. Remembering Liu Mei's request to have Zhou Liping interrogated by her, he turned to the expressionless Liu Mei behind him and asked, "Secretary Liu, are you also interested in watching the interrogation?" Liu Mei glanced coldly at Liu Dazhuang and said to Hua Jianxiong, "Liu Dazhuang, you're really something! A sudden interrogation all night! I arrived outside the interrogation room at 8 pm, and by 11 pm they still hadn't gotten to the point. I was so impatient that I had to give up." Liu Dazhuang immediately blushed and wanted to argue, but considering the relationship between Liu Mei and Hua Jianxiong, he gave up the idea, lowered his head, and dared not speak, but inwardly cursed, "So he was already outside at 8 pm. I thought he couldn't sleep and came to watch the show in the middle of the night."

Hua Jianxiong overheard this and understood that Zhou Liping had been gang-raped by Liu Dazhuang and his four men for three hours as soon as she entered the interrogation room, probably using quite a few methods. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little excited looking at the woman on the ground. Habitually waving his hand, he looked at the female prisoner lying on the ground, barely alive, and said, "Take her away. Execute her secretly tonight. Don't try anything funny." He then signed "Secret Execution" at the end of the case file and tossed it to Liu Dazhuang. Liu Dazhuang quickly caught it and ordered his men to come in and lift the woman off the ground. Just as Zhou Liping was being dragged away, she suddenly said in a weak voice, "You traitors and sellouts will not have a good end..." Before she could finish speaking, Liu Dazhuang slapped her across the face, causing blood to splatter. Liu Dazhuang immediately roared, "Take her away quickly!" He then bowed and scraped as he retreated.

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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-6 12:33

Infiltration (Part Two)

Watching Liu Dazhuang take the man away, Hua Jianxiong felt a fire burning in his heart. "Traitor? National sellout? Sigh..." Hearing Hua Jianxiong's sigh, Liu Mei walked from behind him to his side and comforted him, "That woman is crazy." Hua Jianxiong didn't reply, but said, "Kneel on the table." Hearing Hua Jianxiong's words, Liu Mei was stunned for a moment, but obediently sat on the table first, then raised her beautiful legs on the table, then turned over and knelt on the table with her body facing sideways towards Hua Jianxiong. At this moment, Liu Mei felt her lower body quickly become wet again. With anticipation, she slightly twisted her sexy round buttocks, waiting for Hua Jianxiong's caresses.

Hua Jianxiong slowly caressed Liu Mei's round buttocks, unable to feel her panties. His hand traced circles on her buttocks, then slowly slid down her legs, feeling the firmness of her thighs and the smoothness of her stockings. Her shapely calves were also perfect. Hearing Liu Mei writhe and moan as he touched her, he was very satisfied with her. At work, she was a good assistant and his efficient secretary; outside of work, she was the perfect mistress for him to vent his lust. As he took off Liu Mei's left high heel, he thought about how it had been about a month and a half since he had been with her. He knew Liu Mei was a woman with a strong sex drive and fiery passion, but usually she had a cold and aloof demeanor. Such a woman easily aroused a man's desire to conquer her. He squeezed Liu Mei's small and slender jade feet, feeling their softness even through the stockings. Hua Jianxiong brought his nose close to Liu Mei's feet and smelled them. Liu Mei supported herself on her knees and raised her calves, cooperating with him. Her eyes were already glazed over, and she was panting heavily.

A faint fragrance mingled with the leather scent of high heels wafted into Hua Jianxiong's nose. Liu Mei knew how to take care of herself; she must have gotten up early this morning to dress up, waiting for him to enjoy her body. Thinking of this, his lust intensified. Although he had slept with the Japanese beauty Fujiwara Kaori several times last night, his robust physique and strong libido still left him feeling energetic. Especially Zhou Liping's earlier curses had further aroused him. He hated the Communists; many had died at his hands. But the weak woman's accusations of being a traitor and a sellout truly irritated him. "Sigh, traitor, sellout!" he thought bitterly. His hand left Liu Mei's feet and grabbed her full, firm breasts, squeezing them angrily. Liu Mei let out a painful groan, but her eyes shone with ecstasy.

Watching Liu Mei experience both pain and pleasure as he played with her filled him with a sense of ecstasy. He enjoyed torturing women, and Liu Mei relished being tortured by him. No one would have guessed that this seemingly icy beauty derives satisfaction and pleasure from being tortured. Therefore, it's no surprise that Liu Mei wanted to witness the torture. Once, Hua Jianxiong took Liu Mei to the interrogation room and tortured and raped her all night. He gagged her, tied her to a rack, whipped her, force-fed her water, and pricked her toes and nipples with needles. After torturing Liu Mei until she was completely powerless, he brutally raped her mouth, vagina, and anus. After that, Liu Mei lay in bed for a whole day, but later expressed her true desire to become a female prisoner interrogated by Hua Jianxiong. At that time, Hua Jianxiong, while thrusting into her, said, "If that happens, you're finished." But Liu Mei, moaning and panting, said, "I'm willing. Maybe one day I'll really become a Communist and fall into your hands." Of course, Hua Jianxiong only took these as Liu Mei's delirium.

Hua Jianxiong adjusted Liu Mei's position so that her buttocks faced him. She felt her beloved roughly pull down the zipper of her short skirt, then, with her cooperation, the skirt slipped off and was thrown to the ground. She was left only with stockings, garters, and a pair of white panties deeply cleaved into her buttocks. The panties were small, made up of just a few thin straps; they were expensive imported goods, and she knew that such panties could easily drive men wild. Hearing the panting behind her, she knew the effect was good.

Hua Jianxiong pulled up Liu Mei's sexy, thin panties, making the thin straps tightly dig into her juicy, slightly parted vulva. "Ah!" Liu Mei let out a beautiful moan. Hua Jianxiong could no longer restrain himself. The panties were twisted down into a thin rope and stopped at the back of Liu Mei's legs, exposing her snow-white, round buttocks to the air. Her light brown anus and pink, glistening vulva were incredibly alluring. Hearing the sound of a zipper being pulled down, she felt Hua Jianxiong's thick, hot penis already pressed against her anus. She felt a little nervous. She knew that Hua Jianxiong's unusually large penis would cause her immense pain if it entered without preparation. That time in the torture chamber, he had violated her anus in the same way, forcefully inserting it into her narrow anus without lubrication. Even with her mouth gagged, she could still let out miserable cries. But Liu Mei did not intend to stop Hua Jianxiong from entering. She did not want to spoil his fun, and at the same time, she longed for the pleasure that was born at the same time as the pain. But his penis didn't penetrate; it merely rubbed against her anus for a moment before thrusting into her vagina without pause.

"Ah!" Liu Mei cried out in pleasure, her buttocks responding wantonly to Hua Jianxiong's rough and forceful thrusts. The sounds of Hua Jianxiong's lower abdomen slapping against Liu Mei's buttocks mingled with the occasional sounds of thrusting. The two were frantically copulating. Hua Jianxiong kneaded Liu Mei's breasts violently from behind, his lower body pumping intensely. Liu Mei was pushed to climax time and time again until she felt utterly exhausted. Then she heard Hua Jianxiong's deep growl, followed by violent spasms and the ejaculation of hot semen deep into her body. With Hua Jianxiong's ejaculation, Liu Mei reached another climax, releasing a large amount of vaginal fluid.

Soon, Hua Jianxiong's breathing calmed down. He left Liu Mei's body and sat down in a chair. Panting, Liu Mei got down to the ground, pulled her panties down to her still-wet lower body, and then knelt beside Hua Jianxiong. She opened her sexy red lips and took his still-imposing penis into her mouth, carefully licking away the slippery fluid until Hua Jianxiong, satisfied, pushed her away. "You can leave now. I need some peace and quiet." Without a word, Liu Mei put on her stripped skirt, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, and silently left the office, closing the door behind her.

After watching the woman who had just satisfied him leave, Hua Jianxiong quietly stared at the water stains left on his desk—the fluids dripping from Liu Mei. His initial agitation subsided; women truly were the best healer. Whenever Hua Jianxiong felt tense, frustrated, or fearful, he needed a woman. He had many mistresses, some he only saw once in a long while. Liu Mei was one of the women he had spent a considerable amount of time with, and she suited his tastes perfectly. Yet, he had never confided his deepest secrets to her. "Bearing a heavy burden of humiliation!" A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he thought of his mission and secret identity, his heart heavy. As a high-ranking secret agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau, his mission from the moment he secretly joined was to infiltrate the Japanese ranks. Having studied in Japan in his youth, he had made many Japanese friends. He even had a godfather in Japan, Yamamoto Genichi, a veteran soldier with many political connections. Upon meeting Hua Jianxiong by chance, Yamamoto took a liking to the 21-year-old, considering him his godson, and hinted that he would marry his 14-year-old daughter to him, hoping he would stay in Japan. However, his passionate youthful spirit led him to reject Yamamoto Genichi's offer without hesitation. Returning to China, he soon joined the Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB), becoming a secret agent. Once the MIB learned of his connections with the Japanese, they began creating opportunities for him to cultivate good relations with them. When the Wang Jingwei regime was established, he seized the opportunity to "defect," joining their ranks. Because many MIB, Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), and even government personnel were already involved in the Wang Jingwei regime, coupled with his Japanese friends and consistent pro-Japanese stance, no one suspected him, and he was quickly given important positions. More importantly, some of Yamamoto Genichi's former subordinates were now high-ranking officers in the invading Japanese army, further solidifying his backing under Yamamoto's protection. Since becoming the head of the Criminal Investigation Department, he had investigated numerous cases, some involving the Communist Party, others involving the MIB and CBIS intelligence organizations. Due to the special mission entrusted to him by the MIB leadership, he showed no mercy to any MIB personnel who fell into his hands. Some MIB members even plotted to assassinate him, this bloodthirsty executioner.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-6 12:35

Infiltration (Part 3)

Few knew his identity. Besides the upper echelons of the Military Intelligence Bureau, only his contact, Xiao Hong, knew him. Xiao Hong was the head of the secret intelligence organization the Military Intelligence Bureau had placed in Shanghai. When she first joined the Military Intelligence Bureau, Hua Jianxiong was her instructor. Although Hua Jianxiong was only 7 years older than her, she had to respectfully listen to his instructions. During the subsequent training, Xiao Hong admired Hua Jianxiong and eventually fell into his arms, giving him her virginity. Therefore, before going to Shanghai, Hua Jianxiong specifically requested Xiao Hong as his contact. Hua Jianxiong knew that the power of love could make a woman give everything for a man without betraying him. Thinking of Xiao Hong, Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but recall her graceful figure in a well-fitting cheongsam. He hadn't seen her in a long time. Xiao Hong's public identity was that of a reporter for a local newspaper. Her intelligence organization primarily liaised with Hua Jianxiong, relaying intelligence. Of course, they also gathered their own intelligence, their purpose being to keep their subordinates occupied, thus protecting Xiao Hong's true mission. Those few subordinates, though carefully selected intelligence personnel, were unaware of the true relationship and mission between Xiao Hong and Hua Jianxiong. Organizationally, Hua Jianxiong was Xiao Hong's superior, obeying his orders. However, a large amount of valuable intelligence was passed from Hua Jianxiong to Xiao Hong, and then relayed back to Chongqing. Even the high-ranking officers in the Military Intelligence Bureau responsible for receiving Xiao Hong's intelligence were completely unaware that this intelligence mainly came from Hua Jianxiong; only the bureau chief and a few others knew the truth. All the credit went to Xiao Hong, even though she diligently collected intelligence, it paled in comparison to what Hua Jianxiong provided.

"Should I go see her today?" Hua Jianxiong wondered, calculating the time. But remembering his appointment with the Japanese military police captain the previous night, he abandoned the idea of meeting Xiao Hong today.

Just as Hua Jianxiong was lost in thought, the phone rang. It was an internal line; Liu Mei called from outside the door: "Chief, Director Ding came by and invited you to lunch at Desheng Restaurant." Hearing Liu Mei's cold voice on the phone, it was hard to reconcile it with the Liu Mei who had made sexy moans during their lovemaking earlier, but Hua Jianxiong was already used to Liu Mei's cold demeanor when they weren't alone together. "Okay, I understand." "Chief, do you need me to go with you?" After hesitating for a moment, thinking of the way Ding Mocun usually looked at Liu Mei, he said, "You stay in the office on duty, don't go." Hearing Liu Mei reply, "Yes, Chief." Hua Jianxiong put down the phone, checked his watch, and saw it was already 11:30.

In the elegant private room of Desheng Restaurant, Hua Jianxiong and Ding Mocun drank glass after glass of foreign liquor. Foreign liquor was never to Hua Jianxiong's liking, but his superior was a big fan. Looking at Ding Mocun's thin frame and the way he drank it down glass after glass, Hua Jianxiong found it somewhat amusing. Ding Mocun's womanizing and drinking habits were well-known within the 76th Division, and Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but be astonished by this traitor's capacity for alcohol. He couldn't understand how such a thin body could drink so much, especially since it was rumored he could sleep with several women a day.

It was rare that Ding Mocun hadn't called any girls to accompany him. The girls at Deshenglou were quite attractive, and besides, this was a place where 76th Division personnel regularly occupied, so safety shouldn't be a problem. Presumably, Ding Mocun had something important to discuss with him. Watching Ding Mocun smilingly urge him to drink, never getting to the point, Hua Jianxiong remained calm and engaged in many polite but meaningless exchanges.

After downing another glass of wine in one gulp, Ding Mocun said with a smile, "Jianxiong, you've drunk so much and talked so much. Am I being too long-winded?" Seeing Ding Mocun's sly look, Hua Jianxiong chuckled and said, "Jianxiong wouldn't dare. Director Ding, please feel free to give any orders." Ding Mocun nodded and said, "I have high hopes for you. Among my subordinates, you are the most capable and have the most promising future." Seeing Hua Jianxiong's flattered expression, Ding Mocun paused for a moment, then continued, "To be honest, I called you here today for this matter." As he spoke, Ding Mocun took out a small red silk handkerchief from his clothes and unfolded it in his hand. In the center of the handkerchief was a lifelike embroidered nightingale. To an ordinary person, this might just be seen as the handkerchief of some well-bred young lady, but Hua Jianxiong immediately understood what it meant. Ding Mocun chuckled nervously, "I didn't expect these people to be targeting me! What's worse, it's right here on my office desk!" Jianxiong, of course, understood why this handkerchief terrified the notorious killer Ding Mocun. Nightingale was a mysterious organization, supposedly composed entirely of beautiful women, specializing in assassinating Japanese collaborators, mostly heinous criminals. They would typically give their target a red silk handkerchief embroidered with a nightingale, and within days to six months, the person would be killed. Since the red handkerchief appeared a year ago, no fewer than 30 Japanese collaborators had been assassinated. Both the Japanese and the 76th Division were doing their utmost to capture them, but always to no avail, without even a clue. Now that the red handkerchief had appeared in Ding Mocun's possession, it was no wonder he was terrified.

Hua Jianxiong himself had received one a month ago, finding it on his office desk. He thought for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "Director Ding, coincidentally, I also found one on my desk." Ding Mocun was surprised, then chuckled dryly, "So, we're in the same boat. These damned guys have even managed to tamper with things up to the 76th headquarters. If they fall into my hands, I'll skin them alive." Hua Jianxiong looked at Ding Mocun seriously and said, "I'm worried there might be Nightingale's people in the organization, so I haven't dared to make a sound, afraid of alerting them." Ding Mocun nodded, "That's right, I was worried about that too. When I first received this thing, I didn't even allow my secretary into my office." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong's mind conjured up an image of a stunningly beautiful, mature woman. Ding Mocun's confidential secretary was named Wang Fengyan, a notoriously flirtatious woman in the 76th. Originally a prostitute, she had later latched onto Ding Mocun's coattails. However, Hua Jianxiong didn't believe that Wang Fengyan was Nightingale's person. Hua Jianxiong said, "Secretary Wang can probably be ruled out as a suspect, right?" Ding Mocun nodded in agreement, "Yes, I thought about it afterwards, and there's no way it could be her, so I let her come and go freely. After all, she has so much official business to do." Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but sneer in his heart, "What official business could that slut do? She's probably just serving you, old man!" Thinking this in his heart, he agreed aloud, "Yes, Director Ding is very busy with official business and always needs someone to help him." Ding Mocun was very happy to see that he understood him like this, and laughed, "Brother Jianxiong, I heard that you're also too busy. How about I transfer Secretary Wang to you to help you..." He smiled ambiguously as he spoke.
"That old bastard, shameless! Giving away his own woman." Hua Jianxiong thought to himself. He understood Ding Mocun's intentions—was he trying to win him over or find a new lover? Probably both. "Secretary Wang is the director's favorite. I'm afraid it'll be difficult for Jianxiong to serve her. Besides, although I'm busy, I have enough manpower. I appreciate the director's kindness," Hua Jianxiong declined. Ding Mocun ignored Hua Jianxiong's refusal and continued, "Secretary Wang's matter is settled. Have her report to you tomorrow. From now on, she'll be under your command. I won't interfere with anything. You can ask her to do whatever you want." He paused, took a sip of wine, and patted Hua Jianxiong's shoulder, saying, "My new secretary will also be starting tomorrow. Don't refuse anymore, Brother Jianxiong." "He really is finding a new lover. That old bastard is a real scoundrel," Hua Jianxiong thought to himself, but feigned helplessness. "Since that's the case," said Ding Mocun. "I'll do as you say, Director." Seeing Hua Jianxiong agree, Ding Mocun happily raised his glass and toasted with Hua Jianxiong again: "I wish you a speedy success in cracking the Nightingale organization and achieving new merits." Hua Jianxiong filled Ding Mocun's and his own glasses, then raised his glass with a wry smile and said, "Director, you surely know how difficult it is to crack the Nightingale organization. The Japanese and our special operations team have been working on it for a year with no progress, but since it was personally ordered by you, I will do my utmost to apprehend them." He then downed his drink. Leaving

Deshenglou, Hua Jianxiong felt a little dizzy. He usually had a high alcohol tolerance, but he never liked foreign liquor; drinking too much always made him dizzy. Sitting in his car, he heard the driver, Lao Zhao, ask where he was going, and Hua Jianxiong didn't quite catch his breath for a while. He had no plans for the afternoon, and he had arranged to drink with the military police captain, Takeda Isao, that evening, and it was too early. "Let's go back," Hua Jianxiong said.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-6 12:38 Title: Infiltration

(Part 4)

Just as Hua Jianxiong was being plied with foreign liquor by Ding Mocun at Deshenglou, several people were having a heated argument in a room on the third floor of a building called Xialu Apartment in the city. The leader, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a burly build, said loudly with dissatisfaction, "I object to your opinion. Now is the last chance to save Liping. If you don't save her, I'll organize people to find a way myself!" He then irritably tapped the black wooden table with his hand. Another middle-aged man wearing glasses frowned and said, "Keji! There are too many disadvantages. You have to consider the overall situation." The man called Keji said impatiently, "Old Ren, I know to consider the overall situation. I won't involve you." Old Ren was about to lash out at him, but a fair hand pushed his wrist, making him hold back. Sitting next to Lao Ren was a woman of about 27 or 28 years old with fair skin, wearing a light blue sleeveless cheongsam. Her hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head, making her look beautiful and dignified. Because the cheongsam was well-tailored, it accentuated her firm breasts. After stopping Lao Ren's outburst, she turned to the man named Keji and said in a gentle voice, "Keji, I understand your feelings, but the enemy's strength is vastly different from ours, and it's not advisable to take any risks. The reason I urgently notified you and Lao Ren today is to prepare you mentally and tell you this decision. Moreover, our comrades who are infiltrated within the enemy ranks have also clearly advised against a rescue..."

At this point, the man named Keji impatiently said in an angry voice, "Not advisable to rescue? Liping has been arrested for almost two months, and what rescue work has that 'Feng' done? Can he only pass on a note saying that she will be executed tonight and that a rescue is not advisable? What a useless scoundrel! I will..." "Huang Keji!" A stern voice interrupted him. Sensing the anger in the beautiful young woman's almond-shaped eyes, Huang Keji slammed his fist on the table and plopped down in his chair, no longer uttering a sound. After a long pause, the beautiful young woman spoke in a calmer yet sorrowful tone, "Keji, I know about your relationship with Liping, but she's also my own sister. I'm even more heartbroken than you that Liping fell into the enemy's hands." Her eyes reddened as she spoke, but she held back her tears. She paused, composed herself, and continued, "Feng has been infiltrating the enemy's ranks for a long time and has made tremendous contributions to our cause. You can't criticize her like that. Her mission wasn't just to rescue people, but… Besides, she did her best, relaying Liping's messages several times. Without her, we wouldn't know who Liping was in." Looking at the dejected Huang Keji and the nodding Old Ren, she continued, "We must learn from Liping's experience, especially Comrade Huang Keji. We can't let this happen again." Hearing this accusation, Huang Keji blushed and fell silent. He bore a great deal of responsibility for Liping's arrest. Hearing this, he could only lower his head and trace lines on the table with his fingers. “Liping is going to sacrifice herself for the revolution tonight, but her blood will not be shed in vain. I, Zhou Xueping, am proud to have such a sister, and we will avenge her one day!” At this point, she finally couldn't hold back her tears. Seeing Old Ren wiping his tears with a white handkerchief, he said, “Xueping, Keqiang, comrade's blood will not be shed in vain. You must also take care of yourselves for the revolution. I think we should end it here today.” “Sigh,” Huang Keji sighed without speaking. Zhou Xueping nodded and said, “Be careful on your way back… Keji, you must not act rashly again.” Huang Keji didn't speak, nodded, got up, opened the door, and left.

Hearing Huang Keji's footsteps as he descended the stairs, Old Ren looked at Zhou Xueping, whose face was filled with sorrow, and hesitated, only letting out a heavy sigh. The two remained silent for a long time before Zhou Xueping softly said, "Old Ren, you should go." Old Ren nodded heavily, said nothing more, got up, picked up his hat from the coat rack, grabbed his black handbag from the floor, and left.

Only after Old Ren's footsteps had completely disappeared did Zhou Xueping finally break down in her long-held grief, collapsing onto the table and weeping bitterly. As the only female district party secretary in Shanghai, she always presented a strong image to her comrades, and few had ever seen her weep so bitterly. Due to the extremely complex situation in Shanghai, the party organization had been severely damaged by Japanese and puppet agents, and the Kuomintang's anti-communist policies had caused heavy losses to many district party organizations, some even completely destroyed. News of the arrest and sacrifice of old comrades was frequent. However, thanks to Zhou Xueping's excellent and cautious leadership, the district underground organization she led had remained intact. But this time, her younger sister, the district women's minister, had fallen into enemy hands and would be killed tonight. The person

most responsible for Zhou Liping's arrest was Huang Keji. More than a month ago, Huang Keji, a member of the district committee and head of the armed forces, had taken Zhou Liping to the East Asia Grand Theater, a place with a complex political climate, to see a movie. They were discovered by agents after the movie ended. The agents didn't recognize Liping, but to cover Huang Keji's escape, Liping recklessly fought them. Seeing Liping brutally beaten and handcuffed, Huang Keji had no choice but to retreat quickly. Afterwards, Huang Keji was disciplined by the organization, removed from his position as a district committee member and given a demerit, but all this couldn't undo the loss of Liping's arrest. Later, Xueping learned of her sister's situation through Feng, who had infiltrated the 76th Division, and hoped Feng could do his best to rescue her.

Feng sent three pieces of information about Liping, three notes delivered to Xueping through special channels, each containing increasingly urgent information. The first note, sent shortly after Liping's arrest, read, "Identity not exposed, will try to rescue her." The second read, "Suffering torture, rescue difficult." The third note, received much later that afternoon, read, "Secret decision tonight, not advisable to rescue." Each message filled Xueping with anxiety, yet she was helpless. Liping was imprisoned in No. 76. They couldn't possibly rescue her by force. In fact, Liping had foreseen this outcome when her sister was arrested. Even without revealing her identity as the Women's Minister, few who were imprisoned in No. 76 emerged unscathed. She couldn't even imagine how those cannibalistic demons in No. 76 had tortured her young and beautiful sister. After nearly two months of agonizing waiting, she finally received news that her sister was to be secretly murdered. Liping, who hadn't cried in a long time, finally broke down in tears.
She cried until she was dizzy, vaguely recalling many memories of her sister, and finally, exhausted, she drifted off to sleep.
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Author: shbrkwu Time: 2007-9-6 12:41

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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-6 12:45 Title: Infiltration

(5)

Hua Jianxiong returned to his office at almost three o'clock. Due to his extreme intolerance to foreign liquor, he still felt a little uncomfortable. Every time he drank with Ding Mocun, he felt dizzy and lightheaded. Half-lying on the leather sofa in the inner office, he unbuttoned several buttons of his shirt, revealing his reddened chest. Liu Mei handed him a cup of tea. Hua Jianxiong took it and took a sip. Because Liu Mei's Western-style suit had a low neckline, he could see Liu Mei's full breasts, wearing a white bra, as she bent over. That deep cleavage was a strong temptation for any man. Hua Jianxiong took a couple of sips of tea, handed the cup back to Liu Mei, and sat up, saying, "I've been in Changchun for quite a while this time. Is there anything important at the office? Where did that guy Li Ziwu go? Hmm... don't stand there, come sit down and talk." Liu Mei gently placed the water glass on the coffee table and sat down next to Hua Jianxiong, her beautiful round buttocks resting lightly on the edge of the sofa, her upper body straight, her knees together. Hua Jianxiong patted Liu Mei's thigh, which was exposed outside her short skirt and clad in flesh-colored stockings, and said, "My cold beauty, there are no outsiders here, don't be so cold and serious, okay?" As he spoke, his hands kept stroking Liu Mei's legs. At this moment, Liu Mei seemed like a different person. She relaxed and leaned against Hua Jianxiong's shoulder. Her voice was no longer cold and emotionless. Instead, she spoke in the soft, charming voice she usually used only when she was intimate with Hua Jianxiong, saying, "Chief, I really missed you these past month. And I've been so busy at home without you."

"Oh, really?" Hua Jianxiong replied absentmindedly, while making Liu Mei lie down on his lap. Liu Mei obediently slipped off her black high heels and lay down on the sofa, resting her head in the crook of Hua Jianxiong's left arm. Hua Jianxiong's right hand freely caressed her high breasts through her clothes, making her feel waves of pleasure. She continued breathlessly, "Not long after you left, Deputy Director Li came to tell me that he had important clues to investigate and then left as well. He also told me to wait for you to come back and report to you. After that, all the big and small things in the department fell on my shoulders, and many things required your final signature or report..." "That kid Li Ziwu, didn't he say specifically what he went out to do?" Hua Jianxiong asked as he unbuttoned Liu Mei's clothes, revealing the exquisitely crafted white silk bra she was wearing underneath. Liu Mei sensed a change in Hua Jianxiong's body; his erection pressed against her back, and she felt her entire body ache terribly. She gasped, feeling Hua Jianxiong pull her bra cup down below her breast and knead it forcefully, "No... ah..." Hua Jianxiong tightened his grip on her rosy nipple, and she cried out.

Hua Jianxiong slowly pulled the bra cup down to Liu Mei's right breast as well, pleasurably admiring her snow-white, full breasts. Even lying down, Liu Mei's breasts appeared firm. As he enjoyed the softness of Liu Mei's breasts, he heard her breathless voice: "Chief... ah... ah ah... tonight... we're going to execute a large number of criminals. You need to be there... to supervise... um..." "I don't have time. You go and see for me." Hua Jianxiong wasn't particularly interested in killing, and he had other things to do that night, so he naturally wouldn't go. However, according to regulations, someone had to be present to supervise. Previously, he had sent his deputy, Li Ziwu, who also preferred to execute criminals personally. Now that Li Ziwu wasn't around, he had no choice but to send his confidential secretary to check.

Hua Jianxiong, having had his fill of playing with Liu Mei's breasts, pulled up her short skirt. Because the hem was very narrow, even with Liu Mei's cooperation, it only reached her buttocks, revealing a bit of her panties. Clearly, Liu Mei had changed her panties; they were no longer the lewd, thin thong, but a sexy yet elegant white triangle panty. Because it was silk, one could vaguely see the thick black pubic hair inside. He knew Liu Mei kept clothes in her office. Hua Jianxiong's office consisted of three rooms: the outermost for work, and two smaller rooms for resting. He had given the smaller one to Liu Mei without asking for a key. There was also a fairly large bathroom, which, although lacking a bathtub, had a showerhead.

Through her panties, Hua Jianxiong explored Liu Mei's lower body with his fingers. He felt the wetness where his fingers touched. Through the narrow crotch of her panties, he vigorously massaged Liu Mei's sensitive areas, causing her to let out a soul-stirring moan. Her long, slender legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, involuntarily twisted.

She felt Hua Jianxiong pull down her panties, rubbing her thick pubic hair with his palm, while his fingers slid between her slightly parted, wet vulva. The intense pleasure made her breathless, and her consciousness became somewhat blurred. The sudden insertion of Hua Jianxiong's middle finger made her moan loudly. Her previously bent legs suddenly straightened, and her delicate toes, faintly visible through the stockings, twitched and spread open due to the intense stimulation. With the indescribable pleasure accompanying the thrusting of Hua Jianxiong's fingers, she felt lightheaded and could only let out joyful moans.

Watching Liu Mei writhe and moan like a wanton woman under his fingers, Hua Jianxiong felt immense satisfaction. After all, only he could see this seductive and wanton side of Liu Mei. Liu Mei's vagina was tight, wrapping around his fingers. After a while, accompanied by a melodious moan, Hua Jianxiong felt waves of contractions and spasms within Liu Mei's vagina, along with a gush of clear fluid. Liu Mei had reached an orgasm. She was the kind of woman who could easily reach orgasm and could reach orgasm multiple times.

Hua Jianxiong ripped off his already open shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. He got up and went to one end of the sofa, bringing Liu Mei's legs together and placing them on his right shoulder. The stockings on Liu Mei's legs rubbed against his shoulder, giving him a very comfortable feeling. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick, dark red penis, as hard as an iron rod, and rubbed it against Liu Mei's engorged and moist petals. Just as Hua Jianxiong was about to thrust all the way in, Liu Mei, panting, suddenly said in an extremely seductive voice, "Jianxiong, that female prisoner named Zhou Liping seems to be no ordinary person." Hua Jianxiong's mind flashed back to the image of that battered and half-dead woman, and he casually replied, "Oh, is that so?" Without pausing, he thrust his hips forward, his penis already deeply inserted into Liu Mei's body. Because Liu Mei's legs were high on Hua Jianxiong's shoulder, this position allowed Hua Jianxiong to easily thrust all the way in, the large glans pressing against Liu Mei's cervix. "Ah!" Liu Mei let out a loud groan, but she was enduring the waves of pleasure washing over her as she gasped, "Tonight we're going to execute her, Chief... Ah... Jianxiong... Ah... Ah, could we postpone the execution until she's better... a little better, then..." At this moment, Hua Jianxiong was already relentlessly assaulting her body. Hearing her request, he replied without hesitation, "I know, I'll leave it to you... Don't waste your breath, just serve me well..." With each thrust, he became more forceful. Hearing Hua Jianxiong's reply, a flicker of joy flashed in Liu Mei's eyes, but she quickly succumbed to boundless pleasure. She moved her lower body to meet Hua Jianxiong's penetration, her moans eliciting even more intense groans from him.

The powerful thrusting continued for a long time. Just as Hua Jianxiong felt he was about to ejaculate, Liu Mei was already exhausted, having climaxed many times. Her body was limp and powerless on the sofa. When Hua Jianxiong suddenly pulled out his wet penis and straddled her full breasts, she let out a weak, lewd moan. His

now bright red penis was brought to Liu Mei's red lips. Liu Mei smelled a scent that made her tremble. She cooperated, opening her mouth as wide as she could. Without hesitation, it fiercely thrust into her mouth. The familiar salty taste stimulated her nerves. She tried to tilt her head back to let it go deeper. Her mouth was stuffed full, and Liu Mei felt like she was suffocating. His penis moved in and out of her mouth rapidly, bringing out some clear saliva. Finally, Hua Jianxiong let out a groan of pleasure, his penis reaching deep into her throat, followed by a powerful ejaculation…
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-6 12:47 Title: Infiltrating

Infiltrating
Hua Jianxiong pulled out his still erect penis and saw Liu Mei swallowing the large amount of semen he had ejaculated, but some white semen still dripped from Liu Mei's sexy mouth to the corners of her lips. He zipped up his pants, sat on the sofa at Liu Mei's feet, lit a cigarette, and leisurely exhaled blue smoke rings. Liu Mei turned to her side, curled up on the sofa, panting.

After a few puffs, Hua Jianxiong grabbed Liu Mei's foot and squeezed it, saying, "Did I satisfy you today? Look how horny you are, you've soaked my pants." He pointed to the crotch of his pants, where a small patch was already wet. Liu Mei closed her eyes in embarrassment and said, "I'm almost dead from you, and you still say that..." She showed a satisfied expression as she spoke. Hua Jianxiong laughed loudly, stubbed out the half-finished cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, patted Liu Mei's leg, and said, "Then you should rest well. I'll go out and take a look." He got up, put on his shirt, and walked to the door, turning the handle as he buttoned it.

The door opened, and Hua Jianxiong immediately saw someone standing outside. Without thinking, he instinctively reached out and grabbed the person's throat, his right hand ready to punch. "Ah!" The woman's scream stopped his punch, and the hand gripping the other's throat quickly released its hold. He had already recognized who it was: Lin Meiyin, the secretary of Boss Zhou from Unit 76. The

beautiful woman standing before Hua Jianxiong, her figure accentuated by a light green, high-slit, tight-fitting cheongsam, wearing black stockings and black four-inch heels, rubbing her neck, was indeed Boss Zhou's secretary, Lin Meiyin. He said, with a mixture of doubt and suppressed anger, "Miss Lin, I'm so sorry for offending you." Lin Meiyin rubbed her neck for a while before catching her breath, and said with feigned grievance, "Oh dear, Director Hua, you almost strangled me!" As she spoke, she winked at Hua Jianxiong, then glanced into the inner room and saw Liu Mei, half-naked, frantically adjusting her clothes after hearing the commotion. Hua Jianxiong frowned, closed the door to the inner room, and looked at the woman who was still flirting with him. He really wanted to punch and kick her. But after all, she was Boss Zhou's secretary, so he had to suppress his anger. Hua Jianxiong coughed twice, walked behind his desk, sat down, picked up a cigarette from the ashtray, and just as he put it to his lips, a snow-white hand lit a lighter and brought it to his mouth. "How did the lighter end up in her hands?" he thought without hesitation, lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and then exhaled a long plume of smoke. "That wretched woman, she ruined my good mood." Hua Jianxiong thought bitterly, but Lin Meiyin's sweet voice rang in his ears again: "I was almost choked unconscious by you and I wasn't angry, but you're still angry, Chief?" Hua Jianxiong glared at Lin Meiyin without saying a word, but Lin Meiyin showed no sign of stopping, saying, "Chief, you're really amazing, even people outside are smitten."

As she spoke, her high breasts pressed against Hua Jianxiong's shoulder, and as if bitten by a snake, Hua Jianxiong immediately jumped up from his chair, stepped back to the other side of the desk, looked at the cigarette he had just lit, and then stubbed it out hard in the ashtray. "Damn woman, today is truly a nightmare." He cursed inwardly, but said aloud, "Miss Lin, if you have nothing else to say, please leave, otherwise..." Lin Meiyin, seemingly oblivious to Hua Jianxiong's threat, continued in her sweet, coquettish voice, "Oh dear, do you want to kill me like you would with a cigarette butt? What do you think Boss Zhou would do if he saw the finger marks on my neck?" She then swaggered into Hua Jianxiong's chair. Upon hearing this, Hua Jianxiong's eyes fell on Lin Meiyin's neck. He saw several red finger marks on her snow-white skin, clearly left by him earlier. Hua Jianxiong inwardly cursed. Boss Zhou was usually quite generous to others, but few would be so generous to their women. If Lin Meiyin had these marks on her neck and went to the old man to frame him for indecent assault, he would be unable to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River. Although he had always been valued and courted by the old man, this matter… Just as he was feeling incredibly troubled with an unpredictable expression, Lin Meiyin said with a smile, “I suppose the old man wouldn’t punish his capable subordinate for a woman. It’s just that she disturbed the Director’s mood, so Director Hua shouldn’t overthink it.” Hearing Lin Meiyin’s implication that she wouldn’t cause him trouble, Hua Jianxiong breathed a sigh of relief. Although doing such things with a mistress in the office was common in No. 76, it wouldn’t be good if word got out, especially since he’d been caught by Boss Zhou’s secretary.

Hua Jianxiong coughed twice, pacing around the office, unsure of what to say. At this moment, Lin Meiyin stood up and walked to his side, smiling charmingly, "Chief, are you overworking? I've heard you cough several times. You should take care of yourself." Seeing Hua Jianxiong's face darken again, she chuckled a few times, waved her hand, and said with a smile, "Never mind, I'm leaving." She swayed her hips towards the door, but turned back just before reaching it, saying, "I almost forgot, the old man wants you in his office. He's probably getting impatient waiting. Ah, that explains why no one answered the phone." She winked at Hua Jianxiong, turned, and left, but left behind a remark that made Hua Jianxiong furious: "Remember to close the door properly next time."

Finally seeing Lin Meiyin off, Hua Jianxiong felt a sense of relief. To be honest, Lin Meiyin's looks were among the best in the 76th Division, comparable to Liu Mei. Although Lin Meiyin was Boss Zhou's secretary and mistress, she was notoriously promiscuous, seducing men everywhere within the 76th Division. But who in the 76th Division dared to mess with the old man's woman? Strangely, the old man turned a blind eye to Lin Meiyin's behavior. This only made things worse for the lower-ranking agents, who were tormented by Lin Meiyin, some even driven to suicide. This wasn't the first time Lin Meiyin had caused trouble for him. Her earlier initiative to force Hua Jianxiong to step down was already a considerable restraint, considering Hua Jianxiong was a significant figure in the 76th Division and even in Shanghai.

Sensing Liu Mei quietly emerge from the inner room, Hua Jianxiong stood up, dressed, and instructed, "Make your own arrangements. The old man is waiting for me." He then walked towards the door, stopping just before it opened. Turning back to Liu Mei, whose face was still flushed but whose eyes had regained their cool indifference, he asked, "You said you wanted to keep that female prisoner for later interrogation?" Seeing Liu Mei nod in agreement, Hua Jianxiong thought for a moment, then looked deeply at her and said, "I have already given the execution order, and I don't want to change it." Looking at the somewhat apprehensive Liu Mei, Hua Jianxiong suddenly smiled again: "However, since it's your secretary Liu's request, it'll be an exception." With that, he turned and left.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-6 12:48 Title: Infiltration

(Seven)

The boss's office was unusually spacious, but dimly lit. Curtains covered all the windows, and although there were many chandeliers, wall lamps, and floor lamps, only a few were turned on. A portly old man was nestled into a high-end leather sofa, a thin cigarette holder between his fingers. This was none other than Boss Zhou, a notorious figure in Shanghai's 76th Division, feared by few. Everyone in the division called him "Old Man" with awe. Actually, the old man wasn't that old; his face was wrinkle-free, and he was always in good health. Boss Zhou didn't usually work in the 76th Division, but he did have a private office there. All the agents, big and small, in the 76th Division would tremble with fear at his arrival, even Director Ding Mocun was no exception.

Sitting upright across the coffee table from Boss Zhou was Hua Jianxiong. When Hua Jianxiong entered, the old man was already sitting on the sofa smoking, while Lin Meiyin was not in the room. Seeing him come in, the old man gestured with his cigarette holder to the sofa opposite him, indicating that he should sit down. Hua Jianxiong didn't stand on ceremony and sat down. Even in front of the old man, he remained perfectly proper and respectful. When the old man lit his second cigarette, Hua Jianxiong had already taken out the steel military lighter that Lin Meiyin had used to light his earlier cigarette and respectfully lit it for him. Neither of them exchanged a single word until the old man finished his second cigarette, placed the cigarette holder on the silver tray on the coffee table, and slowly accepted the teacup handed to him by the agent serving him. While stirring the floating tea leaves with the lid, he said slowly, "Young man, you have patience and know the rules, very good." He paused, took

a sip of tea, and continued, "Jianxiong, you have many virtues." Hearing the old man's praise, Hua Jianxiong remained composed, bowing slightly and saying, "Jianxiong dares not forget the boss's usual teachings." The old man nodded, seemingly satisfied with Hua Jianxiong's answer. He liked his subordinates to call him "boss," a fact well-known in the 76th Division.

"Jianxiong, do you know why I called you here today?" the old man asked calmly and unhurriedly. Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong's mind raced. After a moment's thought, he replied, "I don't know, please enlighten me, sir." The old man nodded and asked, "Did things go smoothly in Changchun?" Hearing the old man's question, Hua Jianxiong wondered if today's events were related to Changchun. Hua Jianxiong replied, "Everything went smoothly in Changchun. I was planning to report to the boss tomorrow, but..." Seeing the old man shake his head, Hua Jianxiong didn't continue. After a long pause, the old man said, "Things aren't peaceful. A huge mess happened as soon as you left Changchun." "What?" Hua Jianxiong asked in surprise, thinking to himself, "A huge mess? The huge mess the old man is talking about can't be small."

The old man sighed and said, "Since you left, Changchun has been full of good-for-nothings. Just last night, our ambassador for establishing diplomatic relations was assassinated." Looking at the shocked Hua Jianxiong, the old man said, "I called you here today for this matter." "I will rush to Changchun overnight to investigate and apprehend the murderer," Hua Jianxiong declared. The old man shook his head and said, "No need. The murderer was caught on the spot by our men, and he will be brought back to Shanghai tomorrow." "Oh, so what does the boss mean..." Hua Jianxiong asked cautiously.

The old man didn't answer him immediately, but said, "This incident in Changchun has affected our diplomatic relations with Manchukuo. Chairman Wang is furious about it, and the Japanese are also very dissatisfied. I have assured the Chairman that I will give him an explanation within seven days." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong immediately understood his meaning. "The person will be transported back to Shanghai by plane first thing tomorrow morning and handed over to you unharmed. You need to have results within seven days starting today." Putting down his teacup, the old man tapped the sturdy mahogany tea table and added, "This matter is of great importance. If you handle it well, you will be commended; if you don't..." Hua Jianxiong, of course, understood the unspoken meaning of the old man's words and immediately stood up at attention, saying, "Jianxiong will certainly live up to the boss's expectations, handle this case well, and find out the real culprit." "Hmm, I have always believed in your abilities. Go and prepare yourself." "Yes," Hua Jianxiong bowed to the old man and was about to leave. But then he heard the old man say unhurriedly, "Secretary Lin will cooperate with you on this case." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong nodded in agreement. Seeing that the old man didn't seem to have anything else to say, he carefully withdrew.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-6 12:53 Title: Infiltration

(8)
After leaving the old man's place, Hua Jianxiong felt a chill on his back, which was covered in sweat. Every time he saw the old man, he felt inexplicably nervous. Outsiders couldn't tell, but he knew it himself. He hadn't expected that everything would be fine when he left Changchun, but as soon as he returned, something happened that made the old man rush to make a guarantee to his superiors.
Back in his office, he didn't see Liu Mei. Hua Jianxiong sat alone behind his desk, lit a cigarette, and leaned his head back in his chair, recalling the various things that had happened in Changchun. It was Boss Zhou who personally ordered him to go to Changchun, and at the same time, he also transferred a large number of people. Their mission was to ensure the safety of the government's diplomatic mission to Changchun. The mission was to negotiate with the puppet state of Manchukuo on matters related to establishing diplomatic relations. This was being carried out under the direction of the Japanese. Although the negotiations were merely a formality, many issues such as taxation, trade, and the drafting of agreements on establishing diplomatic relations were still involved. The Wang Jingwei regime itself knew that establishing diplomatic relations with Manchukuo would inevitably provoke unanimous opposition from the people of the whole country. In order to ensure the smooth progress of the negotiations and the safety of the mission, both the Changchun authorities and the Japanese put a lot of effort into security. The Wang Jingwei regime also dispatched agents from the 76th Division to protect the safety of its envoys. Hua Jianxiong was a key member of the team that Zhou Enlai had specifically assigned to the mission. However, due to his official duties and importance in Shanghai, the old man agreed that he could return to Shanghai after making the necessary arrangements there. Thus, Hua Jianxiong stayed in Changchun for a whole month, but everything was peaceful during this month, and nothing major happened. Even he himself thought the negotiations would end smoothly, but on the very night he returned, the ambassador to establish diplomatic relations was assassinated. The ambassador, whom he had drunk with several times, was a thin, middle-aged man, seemingly a professor at some university, with excellent writing skills and a well-known figure. Now that the man was dead, a huge problem remained, delaying the establishment of diplomatic relations. The Japanese were furious, and the Wang Jingwei regime was naturally extremely anxious.
Hua Jianxiong felt this matter was somewhat troubling. The problem wasn't the seven-day time limit; he was confident in his ability to interrogate the suspect. Even if the murderer didn't reach him until tomorrow, he was confident he could get him to talk. The problem was that he didn't know who the murderer was. Before he went to Changchun, he had passed on detailed information about the Wang Jingwei regime's negotiations with Manchukuo and the composition of the delegation to Chongqing through Xiao Hong. Logically speaking, there were quite a few forces that wanted to assassinate the Wang Jingwei ambassador. First, the Military Intelligence Bureau in Chongqing was very likely, as was the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. Others included the Communist Party and the numerous anti-Japanese armed forces in the area. "If it was the Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB) that did it, that would be troublesome. It might implicate a whole bunch of MIB agents," Hua Jianxiong thought. He was well aware of the MIB's vast underground intelligence network in Changchun; there might even be former colleagues or students among them. Moreover, there was still a female MIB agent named Yan Yu in Changchun with whom he maintained a special relationship. This 32-year-old woman only knew that Hua Jianxiong had joined the Wang Jingwei regime's 76th Division and held a high-ranking position, but she was unaware of his secret mission. However, based on her admiration for Hua Jianxiong, she still risked his wrath by maintaining contact with him. During his trip to Changchun, Hua Jianxiong stayed with Yan Yu for several nights. Feeling a bit annoyed by the thought, Hua Jianxiong simply stopped thinking about it. "Whether it's the Military Intelligence Bureau or the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, without orders from above, I'll just do my own thing." Hua Jianxiong finally settled on a direction. After all, the most important thing for someone infiltrating No. 76 was to preserve himself. Hua Jianxiong never considered himself a compassionate person. It's better for others to suffer than for him to suffer, right?
"Dong dong..." The clock on the wall struck, and looking at the time, it was already six o'clock. At this moment, Hua Jianxiong suddenly remembered that he had arranged to have dinner and drinks with the military police captain last night. He hurriedly put on his coat and checked the pistol in his holster.

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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-6 12:56 Title: Infiltrating

Infiltrating (Nine)

The black Chevrolet sedan drove to the heavily guarded Japanese military police headquarters in Hongkou. The Japanese soldiers standing guard at the gate only looked at the license plate and the expressionless Hua Jianxiong inside the car before letting him pass. Driver Lao Zhao once jokingly said, "The Japanese really give Director Hua face. Even Director Ding has to stop for inspection when entering and leaving the Japanese military police headquarters." Indeed, the Japanese cherished Hua Jianxiong, the spy they had carefully recruited and placed in No. 76. Hua Jianxiong himself knew this. In addition, his Japanese adoptive father, whom he had not seen for many years, also played a significant role in ensuring that Hua Jianxiong enjoyed absolute trust.

In the office on the second floor of the Military Police Headquarters, Hua Jianxiong couldn't find the Military Police Captain, Takeda Isao. The other Japanese in the office told him that Takeda had been interrogating prisoners in the underground interrogation room all afternoon. "I see. I wonder which unlucky guy has fallen into his hands again." Takeda Isao was notorious for his brutality. In his own words, he was born with a love for torture. He would tirelessly torture men and women, using various methods to make them suffer to the point of death, ultimately leading to their agonizing death or confession. Countless anti-Japanese activists died at his hands, so few people in Hongkou were unaware of Takeda.

Passing through the artificial hill in the Military Police Headquarters garden, Hua Jianxiong descended into a spacious underground passage. On both sides of the passage were more than ten interrogation rooms. Above these interrogation rooms was the huge garden and lawn in front of the Military Police Headquarters office building. Who would have thought that beneath those green grass and flowers lay these dark and terrifying bloody places? Many people entered intact, only to be tortured inside and sent out as mutilated and bloodied corpses.

As soon as Hua Jianxiong descended underground, he heard various screams echoing through the tunnel. An ordinary person might have trembled at the sound, but these sounds were all too familiar to Hua Jianxiong. The interrogation room doors were closed, but through small windows, one could vaguely see what was happening inside. Hua Jianxiong had no interest in looking; he went straight to the door marked 7. Through the window, he saw Takeda Isao, shirtless and drenched in sweat, pressing a red-hot triangular branding iron forcefully against the chest of a naked woman bound to a long bench and lying flat on her back. "Ah..." A piercing scream followed. Hua Jianxiong pushed open the heavy iron door and went inside. Takeda was still pressing down hard on the now-dim-colored branding iron, cursing in Japanese, while the woman had already fainted from the pain.

The other thugs in the interrogation room all recognized Hua Jianxiong and knew of his relationship with Takeda, so they all nodded to him in greeting. Only then did Takeda turn around, his bloodshot eyes blazing with rage. Seeing Hua Jianxiong smiling at him, Takeda's expression softened. He tossed the still-smoking branding iron into the charcoal brazier, wiped the sweat from his chest, and said angrily to Hua Jianxiong, "That damned woman, wasting my entire afternoon." He then gave Hua Jianxiong an ugly smile and said, "I'm so sorry, Jianxiong-kun, I've missed our appointment." Looking at Takeda's apologetic manner, Hua Jianxiong found it quite amusing. Why did this beast act so politely? "Takeda-kun, there's no need for such formality. You're busy with official business," Hua Jianxiong replied. Takeda didn't catch the teasing tone in Hua Jianxiong's voice and picked up the metal mug on the table, taking a large gulp. Then the woman let out another agonizing scream. Hua Jianxiong saw that the woman, who had been awakened by the cold water, was being torn apart by several other Japanese men who were using iron pliers to clamp her charred breasts. The charred skin was being ripped off, revealing the bright red flesh beneath. Copious amounts of blood mixed with yellow fluid flowed all over the woman's upper body. The woman screamed and cried in agony, struggling desperately to escape the iron pliers that the Japanese men were grinning as they reached for her chest again. But her body was firmly secured to the wooden bench, which was blackened and gleaming with water and blood, by ropes. Moving even an inch was extremely difficult.

Hua Jianxiong saw a two-foot-long wooden stick lying across the woman's legs, tightly binding her battered thighs to both ends of the stick, forcing her legs wide open. Her feet, dangling from the bench, were bound at the ankles with hemp rope and tied to the bench legs. Because the bench was high, the woman's feet could only barely touch the ground with her toes. Since all her toenails had been pulled out, there were traces of blood on the ground near her feet. Hua Jianxiong saw the woman's light yellow printed cheongsam, flesh-colored stockings, white high heels, and pink bra and panties scattered on the ground, covered in grime left by the thugs' feet. Based on his experience, these signs indicated that this was the woman's first time being tortured. However, looking at her swollen vulva, oozing blood and grayish-white residue, the whip marks, cuts, and her charred breasts being crushed into pieces with pliers, Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but sigh that Takeda Yuufu and Liu Dazhuang were the same type of guy. In his view, such torture would only lead to a quick death, while the purpose of the torture would be difficult to achieve. In fact, many people interrogated by Takeda Yuufu died during the interrogation process, but he himself took pride in it, repeatedly boasting to Hua Jianxiong about how powerful his methods were.

At this moment, Takeda Isao finished dressing, gave a few instructions to his men, and patted Hua Jianxiong on the shoulder, saying, "Come on, Jianxiong-kun, let's go to Liu Yuefang for a few drinks." He looked excited as he spoke, and Hua Jianxiong feigned agreement, laughing, "I can't wait!" The two laughed and walked out of the sweltering interrogation room that had made Hua Jianxiong sweat profusely. Just as Hua Jianxiong stepped out, he heard the woman's screams, a hundred times sharper and hoarseer than before, coming from inside. He turned back as he walked, and saw a thug slowly inserting a gleaming white iron rod into the woman's lower body.

Once outside the underground passage, the screams below were no longer audible, and Hua Jianxiong felt a surge of relief at the fresh air. It was almost dark by then, and at Hua Jianxiong's urging, Takeda clumsily climbed into the black Chevrolet.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-6 13:00 Title: Infiltration

(10)

In the western suburbs not far from the city, a white sedan smoothly stopped in front of a three-story, bluish-gray Western-style villa. The horn sounded, and a man in his fifties ran out of a small house inside the large iron gate. He looked outside warily, then pushed the gate open. The sedan impatiently drove in before the gate was fully open, only stopping smoothly in front of the villa's front door.
The back door opened, revealing a pair of beautiful feet in shiny black high heels, followed by shapely legs encased in flesh-colored stockings. A young woman wearing a silver-white cheongsam and carrying an exquisite fish-skin handbag stepped out. Her full breasts pushed up her cheongsam, creating a long, alluring silhouette. Below her slender, supple waist were rounded, slightly upturned hips. Her long, glossy black hair cascaded neatly down her back, and her beautiful, clear eyes shone with mature intelligence. She was Xiao Hong, a reporter for the Daedong-Asia Daily.
After giving the driver a few instructions, Xiao Hong gracefully entered the room, which had already been opened by the maid, Amei. The living room was large, furnished with high-end Western-style sofas and coffee tables. As Xiao Hong ascended the spiral staircase in one corner of the living room, she told Amei at the door that she had already had dinner outside. She went straight to a milky-white door on the second floor, took a set of keys from her small bag, opened the door, and went inside.

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

Xiao Hong took off her high heels as soon as she entered the room. Her stockinged feet felt incredibly comfortable on the soft wool carpet. After drawing back the curtains and opening the window, she sat down at the dressing table and removed her earrings and necklace, placing them in a jewelry box. Looking at her beautiful reflection, Xiao Hong got up and took off her cheongsam. Looking at her beautiful figure in the mirror—wearing a white bra, garter belt, white panties, and flesh-colored stockings—Xiao Hong smiled with satisfaction. Then, she took some clothes from the wardrobe and went into the bathroom in the inner room of the bedroom.
In the bathroom, Xiao Hong, facing the large glass mirror on the wall, unhooked her bra with her hands behind her back. Her previously tightly restrained, snow-white breasts proudly displayed themselves in the mirror, their round, full, and firm peaks topped with cherry-like, rosy nipples. As her white garter belt, panties, and flesh-colored stockings were removed one by one, a perfect female body was exposed to the air. Her flat, slightly protruding abdomen, long, firm thighs, round, firm, and plump buttocks, thick, dark pubic hair, and perfectly proportioned voluptuousness were enough to drive any man wild. Xiao Hong was full of confidence in her body; the best proof was that she threw away a large stack of invitations every day.

Humming softly, the warm water washing over her delicate skin felt incredibly comfortable for Xiao Hong. Gently rubbing and washing her body with her hands brought her an indescribable pleasure. She had been in a good mood these past few days. Counting the days, Jianxiong should be coming to see her in a few days. Last time they met, Jianxiong said he was going to Changchun for a month; he should have returned to Shanghai yesterday. Usually, Jianxiong and she only saw each other about once a month. Thinking of Jianxiong's tall, robust figure and mature, resolute face, Xiao Hong's heart was filled with love and tenderness. At the same time, her hands unconsciously rubbed her smooth, soft breasts. Each rub sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her breathless.

She turned off the hot water; the cold water calmed her restless heart, but her face remained unusually flushed. Xiao Hong tried her best not to think about Jianxiong at this moment; every time she thought of him, she felt completely disoriented. With a hint of helplessness in her eyes, Xiao Hong watched the soap suds slowly wash away from her body, trickling down her thighs and pooling at her beautiful, white

feet before trickling down the drain. It was completely dark. Being in the suburbs, the view from the window was utterly black, with only faint lights in the distance. Xiao Hong stood by the window, wearing a loose, semi-transparent white silk dress. The wind ruffled her hair, and the dress billowed in the breeze. From behind, one could vaguely see that she was wearing only black thongs underneath.

Sitting back down by the window, Xiao Hong stared blankly at the telephone on the bedside table. She desperately hoped it would ring, that she would hear his deep voice saying he would come immediately. She longed to pick up the phone and call him, to tell him of her longing and yearning. But organizational discipline held her back, preventing her from calling Hua Jianxiong. Having been with Jianxiong for so many years, she had always loved this man deeply. She knew his debauchery and ruthlessness, but she also knew the pressure and dangerous situation he faced. In Shanghai, she was probably the only one who knew Hua Jianxiong's true identity. Thinking of how much Hua Jianxiong trusted her, designating her as his contact, Xiao Hong felt incredibly happy.

After a long day of work, busy interviewing various people with impressive titles and dealing with inexplicable events, Xiao Hong felt exhausted. Doing this kind of work every day, many high-ranking officials and dignitaries would proactively extend invitations, hoping to be interviewed or visited. Xiao Hong knew, of course, that these people were infatuated with her beauty. Many people also gave her gifts; the car she rode in on her return was a gift from a wealthy man, who said that for a beautiful and noble lady like Xiao Hong not to have her own car was a disgrace to Shanghai. Although different people used different methods to entangle her, Xiao Hong always handled them with ease, leaving those who coveted her embarrassed.

The light footsteps coming from the wooden floor outside told Xiao Hong that her maid, Amei, had brought her soup. The door opened, and Amei, who appeared simple and healthy, placed a thick bowl of white fungus soup in front of Xiao Hong. Amei was only 18 years old, quite pretty, with a long, black braid hanging down her back. Her large eyes and dimples made her look clever and cute. Xiao Hong had seen Amei in a Military Intelligence Bureau training class six months ago when she returned to Chongqing and had taken a liking to the young girl. After a series of investigations and tests, she finally brought her to Shanghai. Not only Amei, but also the old man Wu who guarded the villa and the driver Xiao Jin were members of the Military Intelligence Bureau. Their task was to protect and serve Xiao Hong. This villa was a secret property of the Military Intelligence Bureau in Shanghai, nominally a gift from a wealthy Southeast Asian man to Xiao Hong.

As Xiao Hong drank the white fungus soup Amei brought, she noticed Amei standing to the side, secretly admiring the exquisitely made, sexy silk dress she was wearing. Xiao Hong could see the envy in Amei's eyes. This nightgown was something Xiao Hong couldn't buy anywhere else; it was incredibly expensive. However, Xiao Hong's clothes, whether underwear or outerwear, were all of this quality. After finishing the soup, seeing that Amei was still staring blankly, Xiao Hong couldn't help but laugh and say, "Little girl, when you find someone you like, remember to tell me, and your older sister will give you a new one." Amei, who had been staring blankly at her silk dress, blushed even more upon hearing this. Her already flushed face turned even redder. She lowered her head, took the empty bowl, and handed the water to Xiao Hong to rinse her mouth, protesting, "Amei doesn't have anyone she likes..." Her face grew even redder as she spoke, and before Xiao Hong could say anything more, she quickly ran out.

Watching Amei's departing figure, Xiao Hong lay on the soft, comfortable bed. Thinking of Chongqing, a trace of displeasure arose in her heart, and the past events she loathed resurfaced in her mind.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-6 13:02 Title: Infiltration

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XI)

One day half a year ago, Xiao Hong was ordered to return to Chongqing to report to headquarters on the work situation of the Shanghai station. After several days of travel and detours, Xiao Hong returned to Chongqing. After a night's rest, she went to the Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB) early the next morning to report to Xu Tianfu, the person in charge of her liaison in Chongqing. Xu Tianfu was a deputy director in the MIB responsible for intelligence gathering and processing; Xiao Hong's intelligence was relayed to higher authorities through him. Although it was winter, there was no heavy fog typical of Chongqing that day. The sun was high in the sky, warm and inviting. Xiao Hong wore a crimson velvet long-sleeved cheongsam with a white cardigan over it, and white mid-heeled boat shoes. A pearl necklace adorned her chest, and a jade bracelet graced her wrist, making her appear mature, beautiful, and dignified.

Upon entering Xu Tianfu's office, she was warmly received. Xu Tianfu poured her water and inquired about her well-being. Sitting on the sofa, Xiao Hong felt deeply grateful for the unusual hospitality shown to her by Xu Tianfu, whom she rarely saw. Finally, Xu Tianfu closed and locked the office door. Seeing Xiao Hong's questioning look, he explained that the MIB had a complex network of personnel, and he was worried about leaks. Xiao Hong thought this made sense and dispelled her doubts. Next, Xiao Hong began reporting her work to Xu Tianfu. Xu Tianfu seemed to be listening attentively, but Xiao Hong constantly felt his eyes, hidden behind his black-rimmed glasses, lingering on her ample breasts, thighs, and feet exposed by the slit of her cheongsam. Thinking that most men looked at her like that, Xiao Hong wasn't angry. After a while, Xu Tianfu, using the excuse that it was too cold, closed all the windows and drew the curtains. He then sat down next to Xiao Hong. Smelling a strange, inexplicable odor emanating from Xu Tianfu, Xiao Hong instinctively shifted her position, trying to move away from him. But then, one of Xu Tianfu's cold hands landed on Xiao Hong's leg, disgustingly caressing it. Xiao Hong hurriedly moved her leg away and angrily questioned Xu Tianfu, "What are you doing?" She tried to stand up. But then Xu Tianfu pounced on her, pinning her down and lewdly saying, "Miss Xiao, why are you angry? I've admired you for a long time." His hands were already groping Xiao Hong's breasts and legs. Xiao Hong, filled with shame and anger, struggled desperately, shouting, "Let me go! Otherwise..." Before she could finish speaking, Xu Tianfu's large mouth was pressed against hers, his breath, reeking of garlic, spraying onto her face. His lips were being sucked, and his filthy tongue tried to force its way into Xiao Hong's tightly clenched mouth. Xiao Hong struggled desperately, shaking her head, but her body was pinned down and unable to move. She could only try to stop Xu Tianfu from kneading her breasts, waist, and thighs with her hands, but soon her hands were also grabbed and pulled together above her head.

Xu Tianfu used one hand to hold down Xiao Hong's hands, while the other hand groped her body even more brazenly. Xiao Hong screamed desperately, and one of her high heels fell to the ground from her struggles. Xu Tianfu chuckled and said, "Go ahead and scream. Which room in the Military Intelligence Bureau isn't soundproof?" As he spoke, he lifted the hem of Xiao Hong's high-slit cheongsam to her abdomen, revealing her white underwear. Xiao Hong struggled even more fiercely. Terrified and desperate, she felt Xu Tianfu's hand groping her genitals through her white silk panties. The intense shame caused her immense pain, and the violent struggle almost exhausted all her strength. Soon, the panties were pulled down to her legs. Seeing Xiao Hong gradually losing her strength, Xu Tianfu grinned maliciously, arching his back and raising his lower body, reaching to unbutton his trousers. But at that moment, Xiao Hong raised her thigh, which had just freed itself from under Xu Tianfu, and kneed him in the crotch as the smug Xu Tianfu was preparing to pull out his...

"Oh my god!" Xu Tianfu screamed in agony, clutching his lower body and falling off the sofa, curling up in pain on the floor. Xiao Hong immediately jumped off the sofa, angrily kicking the groaning Xu Tianfu with her left foot, still in its high heel. At the same time, with trembling hands, she grabbed her small bag from the table, pulled out a gleaming silver pistol, and pointed it at Xu Tianfu. Upon seeing Xiao Hong point a gun at him, Xu Tianfu, ignoring his pain, prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing and begging Xiao Hong in a trembling voice, "Don't...don't shoot! I...I was confused for a moment, Miss Xiao...please be magnanimous...give me...a chance to repent..." Looking at Xu Tianfu, whose glasses had slipped down and were hanging from one ear, uttering incoherent words, Xiao Hong desperately wanted to shoot him to avenge the humiliation she had just suffered, but reason prevented her from doing so. She retreated to the sofa, stood up, and slipped her right foot into the high heel she had kicked off during the struggle. Then, looking at Xu Tianfu, who was still trembling on the floor, she said disdainfully, "You shameless beast in human clothing!" She then forcefully opened the door and rushed out.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang. Xu Tianfu, still lying on the floor, shuddered in fright. It took him a while to raise his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with malice as he stared at the empty doorway. After a long pause, he said fiercely, "One day, I'll make you regret it!" Unfortunately, Xiao Hong didn't hear his vicious words. After escaping from Xu Tianfu, she felt her whole body ache from the fear and struggle, and her underwear was soaked with sweat. The next day, unable to bear having to work with Xu Tianfu and pass on intelligence, Xiao Hong went directly to Boss Dai, who had repeatedly praised her, to report the matter. Boss Dai, who had always valued Hua Jianxiong and knew of Xiao Hong's relationship with him, was furious upon hearing this and wanted to execute Xu Tianfu. It was only through Xiao Hong's persuasion that Boss Dai spared his life, but Xu Tianfu was dismissed from his position as deputy director and transferred to do menial tasks like surveillance. Still burdened by the shame, Xiao Hong returned to Shanghai after only a few days in Chongqing.

Thinking of the past, Xiao Hong couldn't help but sigh. Looking at the curtains billowing in the night wind, she felt increasingly lonely. A voice in her heart spoke of intense longing: "Jianxiong, will you come again tonight?"
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Author: Jianke111 Time: 2007-9-7 01:43

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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 09:31 Title: Infiltration

(Twelve)

The nights in Shanghai are filled with bustling and lively places. Liuyuefang is a place that makes the rich feel like they're in paradise. Of course, for those with little money, entering here is no different from hell. Shanghai is a melting pot of all sorts of people, but Hua Jianxiong has never heard of any local bully daring to break the rules, dine and dash, or cause trouble. After all, Liu Yuefang had two powerful backers in Shanghai whom no one could afford to offend or move: the Japanese military police commander and Boss Zhou of the 76th Division. Anyone in Shanghai knew that this place was jointly owned by Boss Zhou's first wife and the Japanese military police commander. Of course, although it was a partnership, the commander didn't have to invest a single penny; Boss Zhou covered his half, and the commander only needed to collect his share on time. Therefore, Liu Yuefang was the military police commander and Boss Zhou's source of wealth. Who in Shanghai at the moment would dare to pluck the tiger's hair and cut off their source of income? It was precisely for this reason that this place was a frequent haunt of the Japanese and Shanghai's wealthy and powerful, partly to support Boss Zhou, and partly for the peace and security it offered.

Hua Jianxiong and Wu Tian had been at Liu Yuefang for a while. The two had booked a private Chinese-style room on the second floor and ordered a table full of chicken, duck, fish, and meat. The girls at Liuyuefang were renowned for their allure, so as soon as Wutian entered the private room, he ordered his waiter to bring some girls to keep him company. Now, both Hua Jianxiong and Wutian had a young, beautiful girl in a sexy cheongsam pouring and urging them to drink. Wutian was a heavy drinker and womanizer, so when the girl named Xiaoyan sat next to him, he groped and kissed her, laughing lewdly, completely disregarding the fact that Hua Jianxiong was sitting opposite him. The girl next to Hua Jianxiong, named Qiqi, looked very young. Although she wore heavy makeup and laughed and joked with Hua Jianxiong, when he put his arm around her slender waist and, fueled by alcohol, kneaded her small but firm breasts, he could clearly feel Qiqi trembling and fleetingly trying to avoid him. "Probably her first time entertaining guests? Hmm, seems like a virgin." Thinking this, Hua Jianxiong, like many normal men, felt very aroused. Turning his head, Hua Jianxiong carefully examined Qi Qi, who was being held in his arms. Although her makeup was a bit heavy, it couldn't hide her youthful and pure beauty. Her large, clear eyes seemed to be afraid of Hua Jianxiong, avoiding his gaze.

"Ouch...you're hurting Xiao Yan so much, sir..." Xiao Yan's voice drew Hua Jianxiong's attention to Takeda. He saw Takeda's hand reaching under Xiao Yan's cheongsam, groping around. Sensing Hua Jianxiong's gaze, and as if showing off, Takeda pulled his hand out from under the cheongsam, holding it up in the air to reveal two wet fingers, laughing heartily at Hua Jianxiong. Hua Jianxiong laughed along, saying, "Takeda-kun is really amazing. Watch my skills." He turned his head and kissed Qi Qi's cherry lips, who was blushing and nestled in his arms. One hand also slipped under Qi Qi's cheongsam, running down her thigh to her wonderfully soft panties. Feeling Qiqi struggle slightly in his arms, Hua Jianxiong's hand pressed against her slightly damp vulva through her panties, wanting to insert his tongue into her cherry-red mouth, but encountering tightly closed teeth, Hua Jianxiong became even more convinced that Qiqi was a virgin. His hand, pressing against Qiqi's lower body, began to rhythmically grope. "Ah, no…" Qiqi turned her head away, trying to escape Hua Jianxiong's grasp, and said in a slightly panicked voice, but anyone could hear the weakness in her tone. Feeling Qiqi's panties quickly soaked with his own fluids under his caresses, Hua Jianxiong felt a sense of conquering satisfaction. Hua Jianxiong gripped Qiqi's panties, wanting to pull them down to see the wetness underneath, but before he could even think of it, he heard Takeda's short, painful scream.

Hua Jianxiong cried out in alarm. Turning around, he saw Wu Tian staring with wide, pig-like eyes, his hands clutching his bleeding neck, making strange, chilling "gurgling" sounds. Beside him, Xiao Yan had already stood up, a gleaming knife in her hand, her face revealing a resolute and murderous intent. Seeing Hua Jianxiong looking at her, Xiao Yan shouted, "Aren't you going to do it?!" Before he could react, Hua Jianxiong felt a heat on his leg. "I've been stabbed!" he thought to himself. In that instant, Hua Jianxiong realized that Qi Qi beside him was also an assassin. Thinking this, his right hand reached for his gun at his waist, while his left hand, still holding Qi Qi, pushed against her soft chest. Hearing Qi Qi's soft, terrified cry, Hua Jianxiong's hand had just touched the gun handle when he saw Xiao Yan standing in front of him, holding a large vase that was about to smash over his head. Trying to dodge, he thought to himself, "It's over." Feeling a sharp pain in his head and hearing the vase shatter, Hua Jianxiong's vision went black. He swayed twice, his eyes glazed over, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 09:32 Title: Infiltration

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Thirteen)

After Hua Jianxiong went to see the old man, Liu Mei pondered for a moment before going to Hua Jianxiong's desk. She picked up a pen and paper, wrote something, tore off a piece of paper, grabbed her small bag, and left the office. In the corridor, she encountered several female employees from her department. Liu Mei, unusually, smiled and greeted them. The employees seemed a little uncomfortable, but they smiled back. One of them even complimented her on her radiant complexion. Exiting the gate of No. 76, Liu Mei hailed a rickshaw, gave the driver her address, and the driver pulled the rickshaw vigorously.

Sitting in the rickshaw, Liu Mei was in a very good mood. Remembering the employee's comment about her good complexion, she took out a small, gold-plated round mirror from her bag and looked at her face. Her complexion was indeed excellent, rosy and glowing. Satisfied, she put the mirror back in her bag. Liu Mei felt truly wonderful today. Thinking about how Hua Jianxiong had been intimate with her twice in the office that morning and afternoon filled her with joy. Moreover, Jianxiong had agreed to her request to keep Zhou Liping, even though it was made and agreed to when he was in the throes of passion. After calming down, he confirmed it. Thinking about the last words Hua Jianxiong said as he left the office made her even happier, because getting him to change his mind was no easy feat. As for being eavesdropped on by Lin Meiyin while she was intimate with Jianxiong, although she was somewhat flustered at the time, Liu Mei now felt it wasn't a big deal. Everyone in the 76th Division knew she was Hua Jianxiong's woman, and it wasn't a bad thing for others to know how infatuated Jianxiong was with her, especially not Lin Meiyin, a woman she somewhat disliked. Intuitively, she felt that Lin Meiyin had feelings for Jianxiong.

The rickshaw traveled for about half an hour, passing through a bluestone alley and arriving at a main street lined with shops. Following Liu Mei's directions, the car stopped outside a cheongsam shop. After paying the fare, Liu Mei gracefully got out. As if looking at the shop signs, she carefully glanced around before entering the Duanji Cheongsam Shop.

Inside, there were no other customers. The shopkeeper, who had been dozing in the corner, immediately stood up to greet her, saying, "Welcome." Liu Mei nodded and said, "I'll just look around and see if there's any fabric or style I like. Shopkeeper, please go about your business." They exchanged a glance before looking away. The shopkeeper said, "Please take your time," and bowed as he returned to his corner to continue dozing.

Liu Mei walked around, slowly looking at the various cheongsam samples hanging on the racks and the different fabrics on the counter, occasionally extending her delicate, white hand to gently feel the texture of the fabrics. Casually, she walked to a corner where several old-fashioned cheongsams hung, seemingly untouched, and already dusty. Liu Mei seemed somewhat interested in one of the cheongsams. Pretending to examine the trim on the hem, she half-squatted down, holding the hanging hem with her left hand. She glanced around, then swiftly slipped a prepared note into a roll of fabric hidden beneath the hem.

Her heart pounded; a strange excitement welled up inside her as she slipped the note in, making her feel a surge of heat in her lower body. Liu Mei always experienced a unique pleasure when passing on intelligence. Entering this cheongsam shop, which served as a liaison point, and seeing the comrade she didn't recognize, the shopkeeper named Duan, made Liu Mei even more aware of her identity as a Communist Party member and her mission. She was always cautious, but risks were unavoidable. So, every time Liu Mei entered this cheongsam shop, she wondered, "Will Jianxiong be waiting for me inside with his men?" She also considered the possibility that the Japanese were waiting to arrest her for exposing her identity, but Liu Mei mostly imagined Hua Jianxiong viciously ordering his men to tie her up after she entered the shop. However, everything went smoothly each time; the imagined arresters never appeared, as Hua Jianxiong trusted her implicitly.

After slipping the note into the fabric covering the cheongsam, Liu Mei looked around the shop again, saying, "Nothing new." She left the cheongsam shop amidst the shopkeeper's farewell, "Take care, Miss." Outside, seeing the driver still there, Liu Mei got into his car and said, "To Xianghe Apartment." The driver nodded without a word and started driving. Liu Mei, still basking in the inexplicable excitement, would have seen two young men wearing baseball caps approaching Duan's Cheongsam Shop from a distance if she had turned to look back.

Inside the shop, after watching Liu Mei's beautiful figure disappear through the doorway, the shopkeeper quickly went to the dusty cheongsams Liu Mei had been looking at. Just as he took the note from the fabric, he heard someone call out, "Old Duan, I'm here." The shopkeeper shuddered, recognizing Huang Keji's voice.

Hearing the footsteps of two people behind him, Manager Duan quickly stuffed the note into the hidden pocket of his long robe, frowned slightly and turned around, only to see Huang Keji and another young man he had never seen before standing in front of him. Seeing Manager Duan turn around, Huang Keji hurriedly stepped forward and grasped his hand, saying, "Old Duan, I've come here this time to..." Before he could finish, he was stopped by Old Duan's stern gaze. Old Duan pulled his hand away from Huang Keji's grasp, sized up the young man standing behind Huang Keji, and questioned, "Who is he?"

Faced with Manager Duan's questioning, Huang Keji was a little embarrassed and quickly turned to the side, patting the young man's shoulder behind him, saying, "This is Comrade Gou Ming, whom I recently recruited into the organization. During the anti-traitor operation some time ago, we were fortunate to have his help, which prevented us from suffering major losses." Upon hearing this, Old Duan couldn't help but sized up the man named Gou Ming standing behind Huang Keji, who was smiling at him. He knew about the incident some time ago when Huang Keji led a group to ambush a minor leader of the 76th Division and almost fell into a trap. It was said that they were able to escape thanks to the help of a man eating noodles by the roadside, and that man even killed the minor leader of the 76th Division. Nodding, Old Duan's expression softened slightly, but he still frowned and said, "You know the rules of the liaison station. According to regulations, the situation here is not allowed to be spread. I will report today's events to my superiors." Seeing Huang Keji nodding awkwardly, Old Duan asked, "What brings you here today?" Huang Keji looked sad and said, "It's all about Liping. She's going to be executed at No. 76 tonight."

Old Duan's brow twitched. He had only learned about this today. He had met Zhou Liping several times; she was a beautiful and lively young girl who always sweetly called him Uncle Duan. He had made several of her cheongsams, and he remembered complimenting her on her figure when taking her measurements. At that time, Zhou Liping always looked both happy and shy. Knowing that Liping had fallen into the clutches of No. 76, Old Duan had been very sad. Thinking that Liping would be brutally murdered tonight, the veins on Old Duan's forehead throbbed.

"Sigh!" Old Duan sighed and walked to the dark counter. He picked up the pipe on it, filled his pipe with tobacco, lit it, and started smoking. Seeing Old Duan's sorrowful expression, Huang Keji stepped forward and whispered, "Old Duan, I want to gather some strength to rescue Liping tonight! I hope you can help." Upon hearing this, Old Duan took a deep drag and immediately coughed, choking on the smoke. He shook his head between coughs and said, "No, no, going to No. 76 to storm the execution ground is tantamount to suicide..." As he spoke, he coughed even more violently. Huang Keji said anxiously, "If we don't do this, what will happen to Liping?" Old Duan patted his aching chest and said, "No means no! Do you think the higher-ups will agree to this? Nonsense!" Huang Keji blushed upon hearing this, suppressing his anger as he said, "Old Duan, I'm not talking nonsense. If you don't want to rescue her, I'll take my own brothers!" Seeing Huang Keji's agitated and flushed face, Old Duan shook his head. Huang Keji had always been impulsive, especially after Zhou Liping's arrest, and now he didn't know how to calm him down. Just as Old Duan was thinking about how to persuade Huang Keji, Gou Ming, who had been silent until now, said, "Brother Huang, if we're going to rescue someone from No. 76 tonight, I'll definitely participate." After a pause, Gou Ming ignored Old Duan's dissatisfied gaze and continued, "But this is almost impossible to succeed. What if there are changes, we'll..." "Changes? What changes?" Huang Keji impatiently interrupted Gou Ming.

Upon hearing the word "change," Lao Duan suddenly remembered the note he had received before Huang Keji entered the room. He hadn't had a chance to read it and didn't know its contents. Thinking of this, Lao Duan said to Huang Keji, "Wait a moment." He then lifted a curtain and went into the inner room. A short while later, he came out with joy and said, "Liping won't be murdered tonight!"

Huang Keji and Gou Ming were both stunned by his words. After a long while, Huang Keji asked doubtfully, "Where did this intelligence come from? You're not lying to me, are you?" Gou Ming nodded in agreement. Old Duan smiled and said, "Of course it's true, it's a message from Feng." Huang Keji was overjoyed to hear this, but quickly looked at Old Duan with suspicion and said, "Old Duan, you wouldn't be trying to stop me from rescuing people... I need to see the intelligence Feng sent." Old Duan hesitated upon hearing this. According to regulations, anything sent by Feng could only be handed to Zhou Xueping, the district party secretary. However, considering the need to stop Huang Keji's reckless actions and his status as the head of the armed forces, Old Duan finally decided to hand the note to Huang Keji to see.

Huang Keji looked at the words "Liping is safe, execution canceled" written in Song typeface on the note, and laughed with great joy at Gou Ming, who was tilting his head and looking at the note beside him, "That's great, that's great!" He then handed the note back to Lao Duan and said, "Lao Duan, this is really good news. You must pass the message on to Comrade Xueping as soon as possible." After saying that, he smiled at Gou Ming and said, "Come on, let's go have a few drinks." He then said goodbye to Lao Duan and left the cheongsam shop with Gou Ming in a big stride.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 09:34 Title: Infiltration

(14)

The underground prison of No. 76 was very well-equipped, with three underground floors, large, medium and small cells, various interrogation rooms and rooms for the guards to rest. In a spacious lounge on the first floor of the underground prison, Liu Dazhuang and his thugs were gathered around two large tables pushed together, eating pig's head and drinking sorghum liquor.

Because of the large number of people and the strong liquor, Liu Dazhuang had rolled up his sleeves and left his shirt wide open, revealing his hairy chest. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Liu Dazhuang slammed his fist on the table and said in a rough voice, "Brothers, we have serious business to attend to later, so let's stop drinking." Hearing his men's agreement, Liu Dazhuang continued, "Tonight, eight male and five female prisoners are to be executed. You all need to do a good job, don't embarrass me." The thugs excitedly shouted their approval. One of them, named Liu San, with a long scar on his face, asked, "Boss, who's supervising the executions today?" Liu Dazhuang glanced at this man with the same surname and said, "Most likely the censor." "He won't come in person. That guy surnamed Li has been missing for quite some time." Liu Dazhuang grinned lewdly. "I bet it's Secretary Liu."

The thugs laughed obscenely at Liu Dazhuang's words. Some of the bolder ones shouted excitedly, "Damn it, we'll definitely give those women a good beating tonight!" "I really want to take her right here and now too!" Hearing his men say this, Liu Dazhuang felt a surge of restlessness. Liu Mei constantly opposed him, and this morning she had exposed his shortcomings to the director. Many times, especially when torturing female prisoners, Liu Dazhuang wished that the crying female prisoner was the aloof Liu Mei. He would then rape her wildly and slowly torture her until she screamed in agony. However, Liu Dazhuang knew that his dream was unlikely to come true; after all, he didn't dare offend the director's favorite. Liu Dazhuang waved his hand and said, "Don't say such things. If the section chief finds out, you'll be in big trouble." Seeing his men quiet down, he was about to continue speaking when he heard a voice that annoyed him. "Old Liu, what are you afraid the section chief will find out about?" Before the words were finished, a burly man walked in, followed by two thugs.

"Wu Sibao! What's this guy doing here?" Liu Dazhuang felt uncomfortable all over, but he stood up and smiled at the burly man approaching him, saying, "What wind blew you here, Old Wu? If I remember correctly, we're supposed to do the work tonight." Wu Sibao chuckled and said, "Don't be so nervous, Old Liu. I know it's your turn for a good job today." Seeing the somewhat uneasy Liu Dazhuang, Wu Sibao continued, "Brother, you've come to observe today. Old Liu won't be unwelcome, will he?"

Liu Dazhuang cursed inwardly, "Welcome my foot!" but said aloud, "Not at all, not at all. I hope you'll give me your guidance, Old Wu." He then told his men to offer him a seat and serve tea. It turned out that Wu Sibao was also one of Hua Jianxiong's capable henchmen, a ruthless and cunning man. At first glance, Wu Sibao appeared to be a crude and barbaric fellow with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a muscular build. However, after witnessing Wu Sibao's interrogation methods, Liu Dazhuang reflected on his own for three days, considering whether he should switch careers and sell pancakes. Compared to his own forceful interrogation methods, Wu Sibao had a different style: slow and meticulous. Prisoners Liu Dazhuang interrogated, regardless of age or gender, would be mangled and screaming as soon as they entered the interrogation room. Wu Sibao, on the other hand, preferred to torture prisoners slowly, eroding their will both mentally and physically. Often, prisoners would be physically intact after a whole day of torture, but their spirits would be on the verge of collapse. After reflecting on his actions, Liu Dazhuang wanted to change his interrogation methods, but old habits die hard. Fortunately, Hua Jianxiong always appreciated his loyalty and hard work, and Liu Dazhuang's interrogation methods were effective on some people. Therefore, Liu Dazhuang could still be on equal footing with Wu Sibao, taking turns to carry out important interrogation and execution tasks.

After arranging for Wu Sibao to sit down, Liu Dazhuang raised his wrist with a hint of smugness, looked at his watch, and said loudly, "It's almost seven o'clock, 2 minutes and 30 seconds. Liu San, you take the brothers and bring out the prisoners who are about to be taken away, and get the paperwork done." Liu San immediately agreed loudly, and the other thugs in the room became excited, creating a chaotic scene. Seeing Liu San leave with his thugs, Liu Dazhuang glanced at Wu Sibao, who was leisurely sipping tea, and said, "After the men sign, lock them all in temporary cell number one in the upstairs courtyard. As for the women... bring them here for everyone to interrogate them again." He chuckled, and Wu Sibao grinned maliciously in return. Although the two usually clashed over favor, they shared similar traits and admired each other. Hearing Liu Dazhuang's words, the thugs in the room stirred and sprang into action, following Liu San out of the lounge to fetch the women from their cells.

Not long after, Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao heard the clanging of shackles and the shouts of the thugs outside. Soon, five women with their hands cuffed behind their backs and heavy shackles on their feet were brought in. The one being carried in first was Zhou Liping; the other two also appeared to be seriously injured and were barely able to stand, supported by the thugs.

Liu Dazhuang gestured to Liu San and his thugs, and Zhou Liping and the others were dragged to the wall and ordered to kneel. Except for Zhou Liping, the other four female prisoners knelt down. After a struggle, Zhou Liping was also forced to kneel by the thugs. She let out a low groan, probably due to the unbearable pain in her legs.

Wu Sibao leaned back in his chair, observing the kneeling women. The two kneeling on the left were the ones he had interrogated. Although their faces looked somewhat haggard, they had few injuries. Their cheongsams, though wrinkled, were still mostly clean and intact. One of them, quite attractive, was wearing torn flesh-colored stockings and low-heeled black leather shoes. Wu Sibao knew these two women were covered in wounds; their breasts, protruding beneath their cheongsams, bore scorch marks from branding irons, and their lower bodies, unprotected by underwear, were already swollen and red. He also knew that the rather attractive woman's feet, clad in stockings and low heels, were missing their toenails—he had personally plucked them off piece by piece with pliers. Wu Sibao still remembered the woman's agonizing screams. The three female prisoners Liu Dazhuang had interrogated, kneeling there, all looked bruised and swollen, covered in blood. Wu Sibao had secretly shaken his head when he saw Zhou Liping and the other two being dragged in, unimpressed by Liu Dazhuang's handiwork. As Zhou Liping struggled to stay upright, Wu Sibao finally took a closer look at her. "Hmm, good figure, but unfortunately her nose is broken and her face is a bit swollen. However, you can still see her former beauty. It's a real waste to hand her over to that idiot Liu Dazhuang for interrogation." As Wu Sibao thought this, he heard Liu Dazhuang banging on the table and loudly saying, "We'll be sending you all back to your hometowns soon. Let's get down to business and have you sign the papers." Two of the female prisoners kneeling on the ground started crying. One of them cried out, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I've told you everything..." Liu Dazhuang sneered, "So what if you told us? You only have yourself to blame for going against us."

The execution order was placed beside Zhou Liping and the others by the thugs. The rather attractive woman and two other female prisoners resignedly turned around, pressed their handcuffed hands into the inkpad, and then, trembling, pressed their bright red fingerprints onto the execution order. When Zhou Liping heard Liu Dazhuang's words, she understood that she was about to be executed in this dark No. 76. Although she had thought about this day when she was arrested and constantly inspired by the deeds of her fallen comrades, she still felt a little panicked at this moment. For a moment, her mind went blank. Listening to the cries of her fellow prisoners, she thought of her sister Xueping and the man she cared about. The twenty-year-old quickly calmed down. Seeing the inkpad and execution order handed to her by the thugs, Zhou Liping glanced contemptuously at Liu Dazhuang and sneered, "Kill me if you want, but don't even think about me putting my fingerprint on your filthy, sinful paper!" Liu Dazhuang grinned maliciously, "You little bitch, don't be so stubborn. I'll beat you into a rage in a minute!" He then gave Liu San and the others a meaningful look. Hearing Liu Dazhuang's words, Zhou Liping angrily cursed, "Beast!" But Liu San had already pressed his thumb into the inkpad and pressed it heavily onto the execution order, his handcuffed behind her back. Another female prisoner, already slumped on the ground, had her fingerprint pressed in the same way by Liu San.

Seeing that Zhou Liping and the others had pressed their fingerprints on the execution order, Liu Dazhuang stood up and said to Wu Sibao with a smile, "Old Wu, the official business is done. Now it's time for a farewell drink." He then lewdly pointed to Zhou Liping and the others kneeling on the ground and said, "Is there anyone Old Wu finds appealing?" Wu Sibao glanced at Zhou Liping and said, "That little wench is hot enough, she'll do." Liu Dazhuang laughed and said, "Old Wu really has good taste." He then shouted to his men, who were already itching to get down to business, "Brothers, have some fun! Liu San, send someone upstairs to keep watch. When Secretary Liu comes, come down and report." He then walked to the wall and dragged the rather attractive female prisoner, dressed in a cheongsam and stockings.

Wu Sibao pulled the struggling Zhou Liping to the table, pressed her upper body face up onto the table, and began to forcefully knead her breasts. Zhou Liping struggled and cursed desperately. Her hands, cuffed behind her back and pressed against her body, caused her excruciating pain. Her already aching breasts were being roughly kneaded by Wu Sibao, causing her to scream in agony. Soon, weakened, she gave up struggling. Zhou Liping felt the hem of her cheongsam being lifted, revealing her bare lower body. Then her legs were spread apart, and a large, disgusting object was pressed against her swollen and aching vulva. Without hesitation, the object plunged hotly into her vagina, which had been branded during torture. "Ah..." Zhou Liping screamed in agony, her vision blurring, tears streaming down her pale face. With each increasingly brutal thrust from Wu Sibao, Zhou Liping's mind went blank. Since being captured and brought to No. 76, she had been raped countless times by these demons. She could endure the physical pain, but the mental torment was unbearable. During the humiliation, she couldn't even bear to think of the lover who had made her a real woman; she felt she had truly wronged him. "Sister, save me... let me die," Zhou Liping cried out in despair.

Liu Dazhuang thrust his lower body forcefully, looking down at his thick, dark red penis sliding in and out of the woman's swollen vagina. The woman hadn't resisted from the start, obediently letting Liu Dazhuang hold her upper body down on the table. Liu Dazhuang easily entered her from behind, watching his penis become strangely stained with the blood from her vagina, feeling immense pleasure. The thought that this woman, groaning in pain from his penetration, would soon be shot dead filled Liu Dazhuang with even greater excitement. Seeing a thug pass by, Liu Dazhuang grinned and said, "Gag her." The thug immediately grabbed the woman's hair, pulled out his now-hard penis, and shoved it into the female prisoner's mouth, thrusting in and out.

The room was in chaos. The thugs were frantically raping the female prisoners who were about to be executed. Because there were so many thugs, each woman was surrounded by several, their bodies being violated in various ways. The thugs' lewd laughter mingled with the women's painful moans. Wu Sibao pulled out his blood-stained penis, turned the semi-conscious Zhou Liping over, and with a satisfied groan, inserted his still-erect penis into her anus, which had been torn during torture. After a series of violent thrusts, Wu Sibao, trembling, ejaculated inside Zhou Liping. After Wu Sibao left Zhou Liping's body, the other thugs who had been waiting nearby immediately pounced on her.

After Wu Sibao and Liu Dazhuang finished, they each pulled up a chair and sat down, watching their men brutally ravage Zhou Liping and the other dying women. Liu Dazhuang habitually glanced at his watch, frowning as he said, "Why aren't they here yet?" Just then, a junior agent rushed into the room and whispered to Liu Dazhuang, "Secretary Liu is here." Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao exchanged a glance, then shouted to the thugs who were gang-raping Zhou Liping and the others, "People from above are here! Get your clothes and pants on!" The thugs panicked, hastily putting on their clothes and pants. Some even gave a few more hard thrusts, causing the woman beneath them to groan in pain.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 09:36 Title: Infiltration

(Fifteen)

After visiting Duan's Qipao Shop, Liu Mei returned to her home in Xianghe Apartment. After soaking in the bathtub for a while and eating some food prepared by the maid, Liu Mei noticed it was getting late. She changed into a black Western-style outfit, quickly groomed herself, and then took a car to No. 76. As soon as she reached the backyard, she saw a junior agent hurriedly running into the passageway connecting to the underground prison. Liu Mei knew he was running down to report a message, and she could imagine what Liu Dazhuang and his men were doing. Liu Mei deliberately slowed her pace; she didn't want to witness their disgraceful behavior.

The crisp, pleasant sound of her high heels hitting the concrete floor brought Liu Mei to the door of the break room. The thugs inside were dressed neatly, but their faces showed signs of unease. Liu Mei ignored Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao, who stood up and bowed to her. Her gaze fell on Zhou Liping and the others kneeling against the wall. Judging from their panting, disheveled hair, clothes, and the bloodstains and glistening liquid on their legs exposed through their tattered garments, they had clearly been gang-raped. Seeing this scene, Liu Mei felt a chill run down her spine. Pretending to be nonchalant, Liu Mei said to Wu Sibao, "What are you doing here?" Wu Sibao, who had been staring at Liu Mei's beautiful figure, immediately smiled and replied, "This subordinate came here to see if I could help." Liu Mei nodded and said to Liu Dazhuang, "Give me the execution orders." Upon hearing this, Liu Dazhuang hurriedly took the several already signed execution orders from Liu San and respectfully presented them to Liu Mei with both hands. Liu Mei looked at them, pulled out one, and tore it into pieces with a few quick snips. Seeing this, Liu Dazhuang said anxiously, "Secretary Liu, what's going on..." Liu Mei looked at Liu Dazhuang coldly and said, "The Director has ordered that Zhou Liping's execution be cancelled and she be sent to the special privilege room for custody." Liu Dazhuang was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses and said, "The Director didn't tell me this, this..." Liu Mei said coldly, "What, do you want me to go and find the Director to explain to you in person?" Upon hearing this, Liu Dazhuang immediately put on a smile and said, "No, no, how dare I, this subordinate, not dare." He then shouted to Liu San, "Take Zhou Liping to the privilege room and keep her under close guard." Liu San responded and took another agent to lift Zhou Liping up. At this moment, Liu Mei said coldly to Liu Dazhuang, "According to the Director's orders, immediately send a doctor to treat her." Liu Mei saw that Zhou Liping was looking at her weakly, paused for a moment, and then said, "From now on, no one is allowed to touch her!" Liu Dazhuang and the others nodded in agreement, and Liu San hurriedly took Zhou Liping out.

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

The backyard of No. 76 was large, with a section on the west side designated as the execution ground. Because No. 76 was located in the city, it was publicly known as a target practice area for agents. To conceal its purpose, three thick walls, each four meters high, were built around the execution area, and it was strictly stipulated that only two groups of prisoners could be executed there each month. Those exceeding this number were taken out of No. 76 and executed in the suburbs. The few prisoners to be executed by firing squad or other methods were generally executed in the underground prison. In reality, for the prisoners, being executed inside No. 76 was a relatively comfortable death. For some stubborn elements or young, beautiful female prisoners who particularly aroused the lust of the agents, they were often tortured to death or executed in extremely cruel ways. Two meters in front of the high wall at the front of the execution ground stood six two-meter-high wooden pillars, used to bind and secure prisoners. Over time, the blood of the executed men and women stained the pillars black and shiny, even turning the ground beneath them purplish-black. The pillars and the stone walls behind them were riddled with bullet holes. The few lamps hanging on the walls flickered intermittently due to unstable voltage, making the already eerie execution ground even more terrifying.

At Liu San's command, the thugs had already twisted the arms of six male prisoners behind the pillars and tied them up. The men, some young and some old, mostly turned ashen-faced and filled with despair after being bound to the pillars. One young man was trembling uncontrollably, and a large puddle of sweat had formed beneath his feet. Liu Mei stood to the side, watching the prisoners bound to the pillars awaiting execution. She was somewhat surprised to find that the middle-aged man bound to the second pillar from the left was staring intently at her. Liu Mei was familiar with that look of desire and lust; she had seen it in male prisoners more than once. The twelve thugs were lined up fifteen meters away from the pillars, each checking their pistols. Executions were usually carried out with rifles, but due to concerns about the loud noise and the fact that most of the agents were unfamiliar with rifles, pistols were chosen as the execution tool.

The atmosphere at the execution ground grew increasingly tense. The twelve agents silently fiddled with their pistols again and again. Except for a few veterans who wore relaxed smiles, the others were expressionless. After Liu Mei heard Liu Dazhuang quietly give the order to Liu San, Liu San loudly issued commands to the twelve agents acting as executioners. The twelve hands gripped their guns, raised them horizontally, and began to aim. The prisoners on the pillars began to struggle, their chests heaving rapidly. Two of them shouted weakly, but soon Liu Mei heard Liu San's short, sharp order to fire. Almost simultaneously, the pistols emitted a chaotic, loud blast. Liu Mei, her heart pounding, saw the people on the pillars writhing in strange positions, blood gushing from their bodies. Soon, the people quieted down, only their limbs still twitching occasionally. Several agents began to examine the bodies, which were leaning against the pillars in various positions.

Liu Dazhuang watched with satisfaction as the agents untied the ropes binding them behind the pillars, and the bodies slid limply onto the blood-soaked ground. The execution was a success; no finishing shot was needed. Liu Dazhuang breathed a sigh of relief. With Liu Mei and Wu Sibao present, he hoped his men would do a clean and efficient job.

The agents carried the bodies and threw them against the wall behind the pillars. The remaining two men and four women to be executed were dragged out of the makeshift cells. Probably because they had heard the gunshots earlier, and given the blood on the ground and the gruesome corpses at the base of the wall, the agents struggled greatly to bind the struggling or limp male and female prisoners to the slippery pillars. Looking at the four women bound and battered to the pillar, Liu Mei felt a surge of excitement, her legs trembling slightly. Would she one day suffer the same torment, bound to the pillar by Hua Jianxiong himself, awaiting a cruel execution? Thinking this, Liu Mei felt herself becoming wet.

Just as Liu Mei was lost in thought, a female employee rushed over, shouting from afar, "Secretary Liu, something terrible has happened! The Director has been assassinated!" Liu Mei paused, then asked the approaching female agent, "What did you say?" Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao, standing nearby, were also stunned, asking in unison, "Who was assassinated?"
The female employee, panting, said frantically, "The Director has been assassinated!" Upon hearing this, Liu Mei felt a wave of confusion wash over her, a wave of dizziness washing over her. It took her a long time to recover. Her beautiful eyes reddening, she shook the female employee's shoulder and said sternly, "Say it again! What happened?" "What is it? Speak quickly!" Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao, who were always loyal to Hua Jianxiong, shouted anxiously upon hearing that Hua Jianxiong had been assassinated, "Speak quickly, who did it?"

The female employee, despite being interrogated by Liu Mei and the others, remained calm and replied, "When I was on duty just now, I received a call from the manager of Liu Yuefang, saying that the Director was attacked by two female assassins while drinking with the military police captain, Takeda. Takeda died on the spot, and the Director was injured and unconscious. He has now been taken to the Peace Hospital in the concession." Hearing this, Liu Mei's anxious heart finally settled down, and Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao also breathed a sigh of relief, after all, Hua Jianxiong was still alive. Liu Mei calmed down and asked, "Is your information reliable?" The female employee nodded and said, "Absolutely reliable. I just hung up that phone when I received another call from Zhang Dagui, the head of the general affairs department, who told me about it. He said he and his men were drinking there too." Liu Mei nodded and asked, "Were the assassins caught?" The female employee nodded and said, "There were two women. One escaped, and the other was caught by Zhang Dagui's men and the guards from Liu Yuefang. Zhang Dagui is bringing her back." Upon hearing this, Liu Dazhuang immediately shouted fiercely, "Hand her over to me, and see how I deal with her!" Wu Sibao also said, "Secretary Liu, hand her over to me, and I will definitely find her." "The real culprit!"
Liu Mei frowned. "It doesn't matter who interrogates the assassin. I'm going to the hospital right now. We'll discuss everything after I see the Chief." She glanced at the male and female prisoners still tied to the pillar and continued, "You handle things here yourselves. Bring the assassin back and lock her up. Don't you dare touch a hair on her head!" Wu Sibao immediately replied, "That's right, that's right. No one dares to act recklessly without Secretary Liu's orders." Liu Dazhuang, inwardly cursing Wu Sibao as a sycophant, also said, "Yes, yes, I will definitely do as Secretary Liu says." He then secretly glanced at Wu Sibao and found him tilting his head, looking at him strangely.

After giving her instructions, Liu Mei turned and left. The female agent followed behind her. Not far away, she heard a burst of gunfire behind her, like a string of beans. She knew the male and female prisoners had been executed. Suddenly, Zhou Liping's image flashed into her mind. If she hadn't done everything in her power to rescue her, she would be lying bloodied on the cold ground now, wouldn't she? But soon, worry for Hua Jianxiong filled her heart, and Liu Mei subconsciously quickened her pace.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 09:38 Title: Infiltration

(Sixteen)

Hua Jianxiong woke up shortly after being sent to Pinghe Hospital. The knife wound on his leg was not serious, and although his head still ached intermittently, he was at least not smashed to pieces by the vase. Lying on the bed in the VIP ward, Hua Jianxiong felt a wave of fear when he thought of Xiao Yan's murderous face as she raised the vase and threw it at him. He was also glad that he was lucky and hadn't been smashed to death there. Among the people who brought him to the hospital were several agents from the 76th Special Agent Unit whom he recognized but couldn't recall by name. After waking up, he learned that Takeda had died on the spot. Hua Jianxiong wasn't saddened by Takeda's death, but the horrific scene of Takeda staring with pig eyes and bloodied hands clutching his neck sent chills down his spine.

Hua Jianxiong thought angrily, who on earth wanted to assassinate Wu Tian and himself? Could it be someone from the Nightingale Organization? The agents told him that the commotion upstairs had alerted the guards of Liu Yue Fang and Zhang Dagui and others. After a struggle, one guard of Liu Yue Fang died and another was seriously injured. The agent from No. 76 also suffered minor injuries, but in the end, one was captured, while the other escaped under the cover of the captured one. According to the agents' description, Hua Jianxiong already knew that Xiao Yan had been captured. He never thought that even Liu Yue Fang was not safe. But at least one of the assassins, Xiao Yan, had been captured. Thinking of Xiao Yan's beautiful face, a vicious smile appeared on Hua Jianxiong's face. He ordered an agent guarding outside the door to immediately return to No. 76 and deliver a message: no one was allowed to touch Xiao Yan tonight. Tomorrow, he would personally interrogate her to find out the mastermind and the whereabouts of the little girl Qi Qi who had wet his underwear. More importantly, she would pay the price for smashing that vase of his.

Not long after, Liu Mei arrived, and seeing his condition, she couldn't help but ask him all sorts of questions with concern. A little while later, Lin Meiyin also arrived, having received the news. She immediately showed concern and enthusiasm towards Hua Jianxiong, and even sat down on his bedside without any hesitation to peel fruit for him, a stark contrast to how she had teased him that afternoon. Hua Jianxiong was dazed for a moment, but undoubtedly, a beauty like Lin Meiyin was very attractive. He calmly accepted the peeled fruit and ate it, his eyes admiring Lin Meiyin's high breasts, a feeling of wanting to reach out and touch them welling up inside him. Lin Meiyin seemed to sense Hua Jianxiong's ill-intentioned gaze, straightening her back even more, making her breasts appear even more prominent, her expressive eyes gazing at Hua Jianxiong with affection. But then Hua Jianxiong's eyes turned to Liu Mei standing to the side. "My injury is nothing serious. Did my car get here? I want to go back," Hua Jianxiong asked Liu Mei.
Liu Mei had seen Hua Jianxiong's car from downstairs at the hospital; it must have been driven by those petty spies. Nodding, Liu Mei replied, "The car is downstairs, but it's better if you stay at the hospital." Hua Jianxiong shook his head and said, "They're bringing people over from Changchun tomorrow. Boss Zhou specifically asked me to interrogate them, and he's given a seven-day deadline." He glanced at Lin Meiyin and added, "Boss Zhou also appointed Secretary Lin to oversee things. If I stay here tonight, Boss Zhou will think I'm slacking off." Lin Meiyin smiled charmingly but didn't say anything. Although Liu Mei knew Hua Jianxiong had many women outside, seeing Lin Meiyin's seductive gaze and smile made her somewhat unhappy. Hearing Hua Jianxiong's words, Lin Meiyin immediately interjected, "Secretary Lin, please return. Let the Chief rest peacefully for the night!"

Hua Jianxiong was taken aback by Liu Mei's cold words, but Lin Meiyin still smiled and said to Liu Mei, "Sister Liu, are you sending me away already?" She then turned to Hua Jianxiong, giving him a charming wink and softly asking, "Doesn't the Chief want Meiyin to serve him?" Lin Meiyin's double entendre made Hua Jianxiong feel both embarrassed and excited. After all, every normal man would inevitably have the desire to conquer a beauty like Lin Meiyin. However, Lin Meiyin was the old man's woman, and Hua Jianxiong didn't want to risk offending him. So, Hua Jianxiong replied, "How dare I, Hua, allow Miss Lin to serve me..." At this point, Hua Jianxiong saw Lin Meiyin's expression change, her eyes filled with grievance and resentment. Hua Jianxiong didn't have the courage to continue. As he remained silent, a commotion erupted outside the ward, followed by Ding Mocun's gaunt figure appearing in the doorway. Behind him followed a tall, voluptuous woman in a tight-fitting red cheongsam—his secretary, Wang Fengyan. The contrast between Ding Mocun's short, thin frame and Wang Fengyan's tall, full figure was striking. Hua Jianxiong and the others almost laughed. Hua Jianxiong was puzzled as to why he hadn't noticed Ding Mocun's short stature before. Then, noticing Wang Fengyan wearing three-inch heels, he immediately understood why Ding Mocun appeared so comical. It turned out that Wang Fengyan usually wore flat shoes to accommodate Ding Mocun's height, but today she had made an exception and worn three-inch heels. Remembering what Ding Mocun had said during lunch, Hua Jianxiong realized that Wang Fengyan was deliberately retaliating against Ding Mocun for "giving" him to her.

Ding Mocun, seemingly oblivious to the amusement he'd become, chuckled and showered Hua Jianxiong with concern, then exchanged pleasantries with Lin Meiyin. But soon after, Ding Mocun rose to take his leave, claiming he had important business to attend to, and made an excuse to depart. Before leaving, he didn't forget to say to Wang Fengyan, "Secretary Wang, you're now on Director Hua's side. Since Brother Jianxiong is injured, you'd better do your best." Hua Jianxiong inwardly chuckled bitterly, while Liu Mei and Lin Meiyin both looked astonished.

Wang Fengyan, who had been expressionless, glanced at Hua Jianxiong after Ding Mocun left, forcing a smile onto her beautiful face, and whispered, "Please take good care of me, Director." She then nodded to Liu Mei and Lin Meiyin. Hua Jianxiong looked at the mature beauty's eyes, which were filled with sorrow, and couldn't help but say, "Secretary Wang, it seems you still have a deep attachment to Director Ding. Since you're so heartbroken, perhaps I should go and talk to him..." Before he could finish, Wang Fengyan shook her head and said, "I have nothing to miss about Ding Mocun, it's just..." At this point, Wang Fengyan lowered her head and said sadly, "It's just that being passed around like this isn't pleasant." Hua Jianxiong was somewhat surprised by Wang Fengyan's words. He knew that she had originally come from a brothel and had been redeemed by a wealthy man and given to Ding Mocun. Usually, Wang Fengyan appeared mature and charming, with a touch of flirtatiousness. But that sorrowful look in her eyes made Hua Jianxiong uneasy. After coughing a few times, he said to the still grieving Wang Fengyan, "I was originally firmly against Ding Mocun sending you... to be transferred here, but he..." Wang Fengyan shook her head and said, "Leaving him is my dream. There's no need for you to explain, Chief. I've long hoped to serve you." A hint of shyness appeared on her face as she spoke. Hua Jianxiong didn't notice her expression and nodded, "Don't worry, I, Hua Jianxiong, won't send my woman around." After saying that, he saw the joy and shyness on Wang Fengyan's face, and only then did Hua Jianxiong realize that he had already considered Wang Fengyan as his woman in his words. Somewhat embarrassed, Hua Jianxiong coughed a few more times and said to Liu Mei, "From now on, she'll help you with some official business. Take good care of her." Seeing Hua Jianxiong's words, Liu Mei smiled and took Wang Fengyan's hand, saying, "Fengyan, I'll have company now..."

Lin Meiyin, who hadn't spoken until now, stood up and coldly said to Hua Jianxiong, "I'm leaving. The people from Changchun are being brought in tomorrow morning. When does the section chief plan to interrogate them?" Hua Jianxiong sensed Lin Meiyin's anger and knew he had been cold to her, but thinking of Old Zhou... Hua Jianxiong sighed inwardly and whispered to Lin Meiyin, "When do you mean for the interrogation?" Seeing him so gently seeking her opinion, Lin Meiyin's voice softened. After a moment's thought, she said, "Judging from your injuries, although they're not serious, you still need to rest. I think tomorrow night at 8 pm would be fine." Hua Jianxiong nodded, "Alright, I still have to interrogate that assassin during the day, so 8 pm tonight, in my interrogation room." Lin Meiyin nodded, gave Hua Jianxiong a complicated look, and then left.

After Lin Meiyin left, Hua Jianxiong felt quite depressed. After a long pause, he finally said, "Staying in this hospital is really uncomfortable. I want to go back." Liu Mei frowned and said, "It's better to stay in the hospital. You can call a doctor if anything happens." Hua Jianxiong said impatiently, "What's wrong? There's no need to stay in the hospital for such a minor injury." Saying that, he got up from the bed and, not caring that he was only wearing underwear, walked around the room a few times. He then said to Liu Mei and the somewhat uncomfortable Wang Fengyan, "How are you? Are you alright? It's just that this bandage looks terrible." He pointed to the bandage wrapped around his hairy thigh. Liu Mei and Wang Fengyan were both surprised, not expecting Hua Jianxiong to be able to walk so freely. But Hua Jianxiong himself felt a sharp pain in his leg wound. Although Qi Qi's cut wasn't deep, it wasn't shallow either. Fortunately, it hadn't damaged any bones.

When they arrived at the hospital, Hua Jianxiong didn't want Liu Mei to drive. He got into the driver's seat himself, and Liu Mei told Wang Fengyan to sit next to Hua Jianxiong while she sat in the back. After starting the car, Hua Jianxiong said, "It's past midnight, I'll take you home." Liu Mei smiled and said, "I'm so tired today, take me back to Xianghe Apartment first. Fengyan, I'll leave the Chief in your care." Hua Jianxiong knew from Liu Mei's words that she was giving him a chance to be alone with Wang Fengyan. Seeing Wang Fengyan's thighs pressed together under her cheongsam, Hua Jianxiong felt his desire gradually burning.
Hua Jianxiong drove to Xianghe Apartments. Under the car headlights, after watching Liu Mei's graceful figure disappear through the apartment door, he placed his hand on Wang Fengyan's rounded knee and began to caress it. Wang Fengyan let out a soft moan and leaned against Hua Jianxiong. Hua Jianxiong held Wang Fengyan in his arms, feeling her body tremble slightly. He gently stroked her thigh, encased in stockings, while kissing her. Wang Fengyan offered her tongue, which Hua Jianxiong immediately savored. His other hand left her thigh and pressed against her full left breast. Wang Fengyan groaned softly, feeling Hua Jianxiong's large hands kneading her breasts forcefully through her cheongsam and bra. Waves of pleasure and pain washed over her simultaneously. Although Hua Jianxiong was her new master, Wang Fengyan had secretly loved him ever since she met him at No. 76. She had thought she had no hope of ever being with him, but Ding Mochun, fickle as ever, had given himself to Hua Jianxiong. As Hua Jianxiong's caresses became increasingly rough, Wang Fengyan felt excruciating pain in her breasts, but the pleasure also grew stronger. She felt her lower body was already wet, and a strong emptiness needed Hua Jianxiong to fill it. She reached for Hua Jianxiong's crotch and found it bulging. Wang Fengyan gently rubbed Hua Jianxiong's hard penis through his pants, and Hua Jianxiong groaned in response. He brought his mouth close to Wang Fengyan's fair ear, panting, and said, "Give me a good massage down there now, and I'll deal with you properly when we get back." Wang Fengyan's heart pounded wildly. Hua Jianxiong released his right hand from Wang Fengyan, sat up straight, and started the car.

As he drove, waves of pleasure spurred him to accelerate wildly. Once the car started moving, Wang Fengyan unzipped his pants and began to stroke his erect penis with her hand, occasionally massaging the contracting scrotum. Soon, he felt a heat on the glans as Wang Fengyan, her head buried in his mouth, began to suckle. Driving while being served orally by a beautiful woman, Hua Jianxiong felt immense satisfaction. Watching Wang Fengyan's head rise and fall, repeatedly pushing his penis deep into her throat, Hua Jianxiong felt that Ding Mocun had made a terrible mistake in giving him such a wonderful woman.

As the car pulled up in front of a villa on the outskirts of the city, a screeching sound of brakes rang out. The intense pleasure finally caused Hua Jianxiong to ejaculate violently. Wang Fengyan continued to suck on his gushing penis, swallowing large amounts of hot semen.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 09:56 Title: Infiltration

(Seventeen)

In a small single cell of the No. 76 underground prison, Xiao Yan, her hands cuffed behind her back, sat against the stone wall on the straw-covered floor. Her feet, clad in stockings and high heels, were also shackled with steel chains. Because the handcuffs and shackles were too tight, Xiao Yan felt excruciating pain in her shackled hands and feet, and her body was covered in bruises—the marks left from the punches and kicks she received when she was captured and struggled. Regardless, the mission was complete; the ruthless Takeda had been killed. Although she was captured by agents who rushed to the scene, Qiqi managed to escape under her desperate cover. She could still remember the heartbroken look in Qiqi's eyes when she looked back at her last moments.

The assassination of Takeda had been planned for a long time. By bribing people at Liuyuefang, Xiaoyan, one of the Nightingale organization's assassins, was introduced to work as a hostess six months ago. She endured humiliation from Japanese men, agents, and wealthy men, all to wait for the moment to assassinate Takeda. After long-term observation, she figured out when Takeda usually came to Liuyuefang and which rooms he preferred. Three days ago, following the leader's instructions, she introduced her favorite and closest friend, Qiqi, to assist her in completing the mission. At the time, she was both happy and anxious. Xiaoyan knew that Qiqi was still a virgin, and she didn't want Qiqi to lose her precious virginity here. Fortunately, less than three days later, Takeda came to her. The assassination target was Takeda, but someone else was with him. Xiaoyan and Qiqi divided the tasks: Xiaoyan would take care of Takeda, and Qiqi would immediately kill the person who came with Takeda after Xiaoyan. "The person with Takeda is definitely not a good person anyway," Xiaoyan explained to the somewhat doubtful Qiqi. Unexpectedly, Qiqi was a little too late and missed a vital spot. Due to the delay, she ended up in this infamous killing den.
Xiaoyan didn't resent Qiqi at all; she completely regarded Qiqi as her own sister. Although there were other sisters in the organization, they always covered their faces when they met. Qiqi was the only one she knew, so she would rather die herself than let Qiqi suffer even the slightest harm. Footsteps came from outside the cell. The guard's head appeared in the window on the iron door, looked inside, and then left. Xiaoyan rested her calf on her thigh. Because she was wearing a very short and sexy cheongsam, Xiaoyan was worried that the guard would see what was under the cheongsam. Xiao Yan heard a series of piercing screams coming from afar. They seemed to be coming from very far away, so she could only faintly hear them and couldn't even distinguish whether they were men's or women's cries. The screams were intermittent, causing Xiao Yan a pang of unease. Xiao Yan had long heard of the horrific tortures in the 76th Division and knew what fate awaited women who ended up there. Thinking of Nightingale, the leader who always wore a veil, Xiao Yan hoped she would appear and rescue her, but she knew it was just wishful thinking.

Then came another, much sharper scream from afar. This time, Xiao Yan recognized it as a woman's voice. Feeling a chill, Xiao Yan straightened her leg, which had been lying on the ground, and rested her chin on her knee. "When will they interrogate me? Will I be tortured and scream like that too?" Xiao Yan closed her beautiful eyes, a sense of fear creeping into her heart. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan decided to stop thinking about these troubling problems. She curled up against the stone wall, lay down on her side, and drifted off to sleep on the straw that pricked her skin, feeling a slight itch.

Late at night, in an ordinary house in the suburbs, the beautiful Qi Qi sat on a stool, tears streaming down her face, staring blankly at the red candle burning on the table. She had been waiting there for almost two hours, but Xiao Yan hadn't returned. Although the last time she saw Xiao Yan, she was being beaten and kicked by a group of secret agents, Qi Qi still fantasized that Xiao Yan would miraculously return to their agreed meeting place. She scolded herself countless times for not killing the man who had made her limbs weak; perhaps then the guards and agents outside wouldn't have been alerted, and Xiao Yan could have been sitting here waiting for her leader's arrival, just like her. Remembering the man's appearance and those unforgettable large hands, a complex expression appeared on Qi Qi's face, and her heart pounded. Qiqi tapped her head in frustration, and tears streamed down her face.

The candle flame on the table flickered a few times, and a graceful woman quietly entered. Qiqi looked up warily and saw that the woman was wearing a black cheongsam with a dark floral pattern and black high heels. Her face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of bright, beautiful eyes and well-groomed eyebrows. Qiqi smelled the familiar fragrance emanating from the masked woman and recognized her all-black attire; she knew it was Nightingale. She rose and threw herself into the masked woman's arms, sobbing, "Sister Xiaoyan...she...she..." Nightingale gently patted her back and said, "I know everything." She paused, then continued, "It's good that you eliminated Takeda, but why was there another person present? And why did you attack him as well?" Hearing the leader's words, Qiqi said sadly, "Xiaoyan kept waiting for Takeda to appear alone, but he was always with someone. Tonight, when Xiaoyan saw Takeda, she told me I couldn't wait any longer, saying that anyone with Takeda...wouldn't be a good person." "We'll..." Nightingale sighed, her willow-leaf brows furrowed, and said, "Don't be sad. I'll do my best to save Xiaoyan." She wiped Qiqi's tears with her hand. "You stay here tonight and go back to the hospital at dawn. By then, that person shouldn't be there anymore." Qiqi nodded and said, "I've asked the hospital for two weeks' leave. I'll go back first thing tomorrow morning. The head nurse keeps complaining about not having enough staff; she won't suspect I'll be back so quickly." Qiqi then asked, "Who isn't in the hospital?" Nightingale paused, shook her head, and said, "Don't ask... Just go back and act like nothing happened. Don't worry about Xiaoyan; I'll handle it... I'm leaving." She quickly slipped out of the room, leaving Qiqi still heartbroken. It turned out Qiqi was a nurse at the Peace Hospital, but no one would have guessed that the beautiful and lovely Qiqi was actually a member of the Nightingale organization, which terrified the Japanese puppet regime.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 09:58 Title: Infiltration

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It was past nine o'clock in the morning when Hua Jianxiong arrived at his office, followed by Wang Fengyan, whose face was rosy. Although the wound on his leg still ached slightly, no one could tell from his walk. He himself was surprised that Qi Qi's stab had been so light. He was in good spirits today. Last night at his villa, he had fully experienced the pleasure that Wang Fengyan's alluring body brought him, so he woke up a little late.
Liu Mei was sitting behind the desk outside Hua Jianxiong's office, organizing a large pile of documents. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw the radiant Hua Jianxiong and the happy Wang Fengyan walking over. Contrary to her usual coldness, Liu Mei smiled and said, "Chief, Feng Yan, you're here." Hua Jianxiong nodded and smiled, saying, "I'll go interrogate last night's assassin right away. Feng Yan will help you here." He then went into his office to grab something and left.

Once Hua Jianxiong was out of sight, Wang Feng Yan smiled and said to Liu Mei, "Sister Mei, from now on, Feng Yan will be your assistant." Liu Mei smiled back, looking at Wang Feng Yan with a suggestive expression, and said, "Feng Yan looks so different today, so beautiful, even I'm smitten." Wang Feng Yan blushed instantly, suddenly realizing she was as easily embarrassed as a young girl. She remembered when Hua Jianxiong had ejaculated in her mouth last night, and she had thought he wouldn't make love to her again that night. Unexpectedly, after entering the bedroom, Hua Jianxiong lit a cigarette and sat on the small sofa, telling her to take a shower. He then instructed her to choose suitable clothes from the wardrobe. Looking at the various lingerie, pajamas, and cheongsams in the wardrobe, Wang Fengyan was quite surprised. She hadn't expected Hua Jianxiong to prepare so many exquisite clothes for his woman. Seeing her expression, Hua Jianxiong smiled and said that those were all prepared by Liu Mei according to his wishes, rarely used, and mostly new. Wang Fengyan was a little shy at that moment. Although she was a mature woman of twenty-nine, it was, after all, her first time being so intimate with the man she loved.

When Wang Fengyan finished showering, wearing red high-heeled slippers, a red bra and thin-strapped panties, and a transparent black gauze overlay, Hua Jianxiong immediately got up, picked her up, and then threw her onto the soft bed. Wang Fengyan was slowly stripped naked by Hua Jianxiong and kissed from head to toe. When Hua Jianxiong's thick, somewhat terrifying penis slowly entered her wet vagina, Wang Fengyan felt that she was about to die of pleasure. She moaned loudly and skillfully responded to Hua Jianxiong's frenzied thrusting. Hua Jianxiong pushed her to the peak of pleasure time and time again. In the end, she also made Hua Jianxiong convulse with panting. But soon Hua Jianxiong became excited again under her caresses and teasing. This time, Hua Jianxiong used her stockings to tie her hands behind her back and stuffed a ball with a leather strap into her mouth. Ding Mocun had treated her like this before, but at that time she only felt fear and disgust. However, when Hua Jianxiong treated her like this, she only felt happiness and boundless stimulation. Hua Jianxiong made her kneel on the bed with her head against the pillow and whipped her back and her raised buttocks with a small leather whip, making her groan in pain and pleasure. Finally, after lubricating his penis in her wet lower body, he inserted it into her dark red anus. When Hua Jianxiong ejaculated deep into her anus, Wang Fengyan was already delirious with pleasure. She had never felt such happiness and fulfillment. Looking at the exhausted Hua Jianxiong sleeping, she truly felt she was his woman. Although she felt a little inferior about her background, Wang Fengyan was confident in her body and skills. She secretly vowed to capture Hua Jianxiong's heart and never let him leave her.

"Fengyan, Fengyan, what's wrong?" Liu Mei's voice startled Wang Fengyan from her reverie. Her face flushed even more. Wang Fengyan looked at the laughing Liu Mei embarrassedly and said, "Sister Mei, I'm sorry, I... I was daydreaming." Seeing her like this, Liu Mei knew she was still immersed in last night's events. Judging from her expression, she could imagine what had happened between her and Jianxiong. Liu Mei smiled and then regained her usual expression, saying seriously, "Come and do some work for me. If you keep this up, I'll have you locked up in jail." She then couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh again. Wang Fengyan was stunned for a moment and then laughed too.

Hua Jianxiong sat behind a large desk in the center of his private interrogation room. Liu Dazhuang, whom he had summoned to help, was standing to one side of the desk. He had already sent thugs to the second basement level to retrieve Xiaoyan. Hua Jianxiong took a Hademen cigarette from his pack and offered it to Liu Dazhuang, who immediately lit it for him. After exhaling a few smoke rings, Hua Jianxiong saw two thugs busy in the inner room, arranging various torture instruments. His private interrogation room consisted of two rooms: an outer one for initial questioning and rest, and an inner one for torture. Because it was specifically prepared for Hua Jianxiong, both rooms were spacious, well-ventilated, and well-lit. Liu Dazhuang was clearly overjoyed to have been summoned by Hua Jianxiong to interrogate Xiaoyan; his face showed both excitement and anxiety.
Not long after, accompanied by the crisp clanking of shackles and the clatter of high heels, Xiao Yan appeared in the doorway, followed by Liu San who cursed viciously, "Hurry up!" He then shoved Xiao Yan hard. Xiao Yan stumbled forward a few steps, but ultimately fell to the ground due to her hands being cuffed behind her back and the shackles binding her.

Hua Jianxiong took a deep drag on his cigarette, watching Xiao Yan struggle to sit up, her calves and thighs bent and pressed against the ground, like a mermaid. Xiao Yan looked pale, and her hair and pink short cheongsam were still stained with straw. The shackles were probably too tight; even though she had only come from the second basement level, Hua Jianxiong could see that her flesh-colored stockings were torn in several places and stained with blood. Thinking of Wu Tian's wet, glistening fingers caressing her lower body last night and the murderous aura he exuded when he smashed the vase against him, Xiao Yan's current appearance made Hua Jianxiong feel an erection. He gave a sinister laugh and said to Xiao Yan, who had her head down, "Miss Xiao Yan, do you still recognize me?"

Xiao Yan knew her test had arrived the moment she stepped out of the small cell. She encouraged herself all the way, but a lingering shadow remained in her heart. Hearing Hua Jianxiong's laughter, she felt a sense of familiarity. Looking up, she was surprised to see the man she had knocked down last night, the one who had been with Qi Qi, sitting behind the table. Hua Jianxiong, seeing the surprise and confusion in Xiao Yan's eyes, felt a surge of smugness: "Didn't expect that, did you? That vase you smashed was quite something! If I, Hua Jianxiong, hadn't been lucky, I wouldn't be sitting here interrogating you, little beauty!" Xiao Yan suddenly understood, but hearing him say he was Hua Jianxiong filled her with regret. Now, she was no longer afraid and said with a cold smile: "So you're the traitor Hua Jianxiong? I should have finished you off!"
Hua Jianxiong's anger flared upon hearing Xiao Yan's words. He slammed his hand on the table and said fiercely, "You'll never have that chance!" After a pause, Hua Jianxiong calmed down and tapped the table with his fingers, saying, "Enough with the nonsense. Tell me honestly why you tried to assassinate Takeda and me? Who sent you? Where is Qiqi? If you don't tell me..." Xiao Yan sneered, "The reason I assassinated Takeda and you is..." Xiao Yan paused, a mocking expression on her face, and said, "It's because Takeda is a big bastard, and you're an even worse traitor, lackey, and sellout!!!"

Upon hearing Xiao Yan's words, Hua Jianxiong's face turned blood red, and veins bulged on his forehead. Liu San, standing behind Xiao Yan, immediately began kicking her hard in the back, thighs, and buttocks. Xiao Yan was kicked to the ground, curled up, but made no sound. Liu Dazhuang leaned close to Hua Jianxiong's ear and asked, "Should we bring it in...?" Hua Jianxiong slowly shook his head and said to Liu San, "Alright." Liu San then retreated to the side, cursing.

Xiao Yan was curled up on the ground, panting. Liu San had kicked her hard; she felt a sharp pain where she had been kicked. Just as she was about to use her hands behind her back to support herself, a red object was thrown in front of her. Xiao Yan looked and saw it was a red handkerchief embroidered with a little nightingale. She couldn't help but shudder. Hua Jianxiong looked at Xiao Yan's long, shapely legs exposed under her short cheongsam and sneered, "Miss Xiao Yan, how could a beautiful young lady like you become an assassin? Do you know the consequences of not cooperating with us after joining No. 76?" After a pause, Hua Jianxiong said with a fierce look, "Speak! Where is Qi Qi? Who is the leader of Nightingale?" When

Xiao Yan saw the red handkerchief used by the organization, she knew that Hua Jianxiong had already decided that she was one of Nightingale's people, and she could no longer hide her identity. At the same time, she also realized that Hua Jianxiong had also received this death warrant. She regretted not killing Hua Jianxiong last night. With a hint of hatred, Xiao Yan said coldly, "So you scoundrel received it too! Sooner or later, my sisters will take your life!" Hua Jianxiong was stunned for a moment. "So she didn't know she received this thing. It seems the assassination target last night wasn't me, but Takeda. I was just an innocent bystander." These thoughts raced through Hua Jianxiong's mind. Looking at Xiao Yan's alluring thighs, her full breasts, and her resolute expression, he felt waves of lust burning within him. Hua Jianxiong lewdly imagined what Xiao Yan's body would look like after she took off her clothes, and what her expression would be like when a penis was inserted into her lower body, her mouth, and even her anus. Thinking of this, Hua Jianxiong felt a slight pain in his lower body, but he said, "I have many torture methods here, many of which are specifically designed to deal with women, and a beautiful lady like you has a body that is very tempting to men..." At this point, Hua Jianxiong and Liu Dazhuang and the others lewdly laughed.
Xiao Yan blushed. She understood Hua Jianxiong's meaning and knew that if she didn't tell them what they wanted, she would face all sorts of excruciating torture, even rape. The thought of rape filled her with fear, but she quickly calmed down and angrily said, "Shameless! You won't get anything useful from me!" Hua Jianxiong sneered and roared, "Take her in!" Liu Dazhuang and Liu San immediately dragged Xiao Yan up and took her into the interrogation room.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 10:00 Title: Infiltration

(19)

Xiao Yan was pushed and shoved by Liu San and Liu Dazhuang into the interrogation room. The room was large. Xiao Yan saw that the walls were covered with all kinds of pliers, whips, and other instruments of torture. A door-shaped rack stood in the middle of the room, with chains and ropes hanging from it. A large number of branding irons of various shapes were stuck into a blazing charcoal brazier. The interrogation room also contained iron torture beds, chairs, and various other instruments of torture, including a tiger bench. The interrogation room was well-lit, but the images of torture instruments, reminiscent of agony, made Xiao Yan feel incredibly vulnerable. Hearing Hua Jianxiong tell his thugs, "Remove her shackles, I'll have my fun with her first," Xiao Yan was pushed to the ground. Liu San removed the iron shackles from her feet and then left the interrogation room with Liu Dazhuang and the others. Liu Dazhuang lewdly closed the iron door behind him. Seeing Hua Jianxiong slowly approaching, Xiao Yan's heart pounded in her chest, her mind a jumble of thoughts. Instinctively, she sensed Hua Jianxiong's intentions. Xiao Yan's hands were still cuffed behind her back, but she struggled to her feet in terror and retreated step by step.

Hua Jianxiong wore a cat-and-mouse smile as he watched the terrified Xiao Yan retreat to the corner. He pressed closer, saying, "Little beauty, are you scared? Let me tell you, today I'm going to really beat you up, beat you until you know what regret is!" At this moment, Xiao Yan screamed and kicked at the approaching Hua Jianxiong.
Hua Jianxiong easily dodged Xiao Yan's desperate attack, then landed a heavy punch on her soft abdomen. "Ah!" Xiao Yan cried out in pain and fell to the ground, her body curling up. But Hua Jianxiong immediately grabbed her hair and lifted her up, punching her in the abdomen again. "Ugh!" Xiao Yan's vision blurred with pain, feeling as if all her strength had been drained. In her dazed state, she felt herself being grabbed by the hair and thrown onto a large iron bed. The terrifying word "rape" appeared in her hazy mind. She struggled desperately, twisting her body and kicking wildly. But soon, "slap, slap," she was slapped several more times until her vision blurred.

Looking at Xiao Yan lying on the torture bed, her consciousness blurred and completely powerless from his heavy punches and slaps, Hua Jianxiong grabbed her left foot, took off her high heels, and threw them on the ground. He squeezed Xiao Yan's foot with his hands, and due to the force, Xiao Yan let out a low moan. Following Xiao Yan's left foot, which was held and raised, Hua Jianxiong saw the white panties at the base of Xiao Yan's thigh. Xiao Yan's foot was very slender, and the bluish veins on the instep could be seen through the thin stockings. Hua Jianxiong lifted Xiao Yan's foot to his nose and sniffed it. Having been imprisoned for a night, Xiao Yan's foot had a faint smell of sweat but was not smelly at all. Hua Jianxiong smelled the alluring scent with satisfaction. He had a special interest in women's feet, and Xiao Yan's beautiful feet made him feel a burning sensation all over his body. He roughly ripped off Xiao Yan's short cheongsam, and her white bra was violently torn off and placed on the ground. Xiao Yan's snow-white and firm breasts were exposed. Xiao Yan felt herself being stripped naked. She struggled weakly, cursing and tears streaming down her face.

Hua Jianxiong kneaded Xiao Yan's snow-white breasts with both hands, pinching her pink nipples hard, causing her to groan in pain. He spread Xiao Yan's legs and, through her white silk panties, pressed a few fingers against her vulva, savoring its softness and warmth. With a "rip," the panties were pulled down, and Hua Jianxiong saw a faint mark on the crotch of the white panties in his hand, smelling a faint, musky scent. Hua Jianxiong laughed, aroused, "What a wonderful musky scent!" He grabbed Xiao Yan's feet and pulled her lower body down to the edge of the torture bed, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick penis.
Xiao Yan felt her legs being lifted and placed in Hua Jianxiong's arms, and then a hot, huge thing pressed against her vulva. Xiao Yan struggled and screamed desperately, but the beating had left her powerless. A pair of strong hands pressed down on her waist, causing a burning pain as the thing violently entered her body. Xiao Yan's eyes widened, and she screamed in agony.

Because Xiaoyan's vagina was very dry, Hua Jianxiong felt some pain in his penis, but the intense pleasure made him thrust even more forcefully. Seeing Xiaoyan clench her teeth and frown as she endured the pain of being raped, Hua Jianxiong felt extremely satisfied. While thrusting his lower body, he said viciously to Xiaoyan, who was groaning in pain, "You little slut, is it good? I'll fuck you to death!" Saying that, he pulled his penis back until only the glans was inside her vagina, and then thrust it in heavily all the way in. "Ah!" Xiaoyan screamed as she was penetrated, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation.
Xiao Yan felt Hua Jianxiong's penetration becoming deeper and more powerful with each thrust. She shook her head in pain; initially, her lower body felt like it was on fire, but gradually, the stimulation of her vagina caused it to secrete fluid, and the pain subsided. However, the emotional anguish grew stronger. After a while, she felt herself being turned over by Hua Jianxiong like a toy, and then his large member pressed against her anus. "No... ah..." Xiao Yan screamed, but Hua Jianxiong's enormous glans slowly entered. Xiao Yan immediately screamed in agony, but Hua Jianxiong ignored her cries and continued to forcefully penetrate deeper until his entire penis was submerged in Xiao Yan's bleeding anus. Hua Jianxiong felt Xiao Yan's rectum tightly enveloping his penis, and he excitedly began thrusting, enjoying the intense pleasure from Xiao Yan's narrow anus.

Xiao Yan felt she was about to die. She didn't know how much time had passed when she finally felt a release in her rear; the thing that had caused her so much pain had left her anus. Then, Hua Jianxiong dragged her to the ground, forcing her to kneel. Her hair was pulled, and her mouth was forcefully forced open. She was horrified to see Hua Jianxiong's thick, dark red penis brought close to her eyes. The penis, bulging with veins like earthworms, was stained red with the blood from her torn anus. Xiao Yan tried to close her mouth, but his strong hands made it impossible for her to shut even a fraction. She could only watch as his penis slowly slid into her mouth, stopping only at her throat. Xiao Yan felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Hua Jianxiong pinched Xiao Yan's face with his left hand and pulled her hair with his right, his penis filling her mouth completely. Seeing Xiao Yan's tearful, painful expression, he thrust even harder, causing her to make "woo-woo" sounds. Finally, at the peak of pleasure, he forcefully pushed his penis to the deepest part of Xiao Yan's throat and ejaculated thick semen.
Hua Jianxiong straightened his pants and looked at Xiao Yan, who was lying on her side, curled up on the ground. Xiao Yan was pale, her eyes tightly closed, naked except for the flesh-colored stockings on her legs, and some semen still lingered at the corner of her mouth. Hua Jianxiong squatted down beside Xiao Yan, grabbed her disheveled hair, and lifted her head off the ground. Xiao Yan groaned in pain and opened her eyes. Hua Jianxiong stared into Xiao Yan's eyes, seeing the sadness and despair in her heart. He sneered at Xiao Yan, saying, "You little bitch, when you attacked me yesterday, you didn't expect to be beaten to a pulp today, did you? Quickly tell me where Qi Qi is and who the Nightingale leader is, or I'll let you taste what it's like to be gang-raped!" Hearing Hua Jianxiong's vicious words, Xiao Yan was filled with sorrow. Thinking of Qi Qi's lovely smile and the care Nightingale Sister had shown her in the past, she didn't know where she got the courage, but she cursed at Hua Jianxiong, "You traitor! Don't even think about it... Ah!" But before she could finish speaking, Hua Jianxiong slapped her hard across the face. Hua Jianxiong released his grip on Xiao Yan's hair and saw her head hit the ground hard. He stood up and said to Xiao Yan, whose mouth was bleeding from the beating, "You little bitch, there are plenty of people in No. 76 who are tougher than you, but few of them last!" After saying that, he turned and walked out.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 10:01 Title: Infiltration

(Twenty)

As soon as Hua Jianxiong walked out of the interrogation room, he saw Lin Meiyin sitting on the sofa to the left of the desk, her face cold and her arms crossed. Liu Dazhuang and the others were nowhere to be seen. As soon as Hua Jianxiong came out, Lin Meiyin, with her legs crossed, said, "Your Excellency, you have quite the refined taste!" Sensing the sarcasm in Lin Meiyin's words, Hua Jianxiong knew she had once again witnessed him raping Xiao Yan. Looking at Lin Meiyin's slightly swaying, shapely, and alluring legs, and recalling her ambiguous hints to him last night, Hua Jianxiong felt somewhat ashamed. He smiled gently and said to Lin Meiyin, "Miss Lin, you've arrived too. How long have you been waiting?" Lin Meiyin sneered, "As soon as I arrived, I heard the woman's cries inside. My back is aching from sitting so long. I wonder what kind of torture Your Excellency is inflicting on the female prisoner?" She then glared fiercely at Hua Jianxiong. Hua Jianxiong knew she was still angry about last night. He lit a cigarette, walked up to Lin Meiyin, and said, "My Miss Lin, why ask such a question when you already know the answer?" He paused, noticing Lin Meiyin's beautiful profile turned to the side, and suddenly blurted out impulsively, "I really wish that woman was you, so beautiful and charming!"

Upon hearing Hua Jianxiong's words, Lin Meiyin's face immediately flushed red, and she said angrily, "You...you..." But Hua Jianxiong saw the panic and joy in her eyes, and only then was he completely certain of Lin Meiyin's feelings for him. He sat down beside Lin Meiyin, smiling, and whispered, "Still..." "Are you still angry about last night?" Seeing Lin Meiyin remain silent, Hua Jianxiong feigned helplessness and sighed, "Miss Lin is so beautiful and charming, no man could resist her. It's just that no one can afford to offend the person behind her..." Lin Meiyin was secretly pleased by Hua Jianxiong's words. She suddenly burst into laughter, saying in a teasing tone, "So, even the Chief is afraid of this old man?" Seeing her change so quickly, Hua Jianxiong smiled and said, "Who isn't afraid? But..." A wicked smile crept across his face, and he placed a hand on Lin Meiyin's leg before continuing, "Afraid, yes, but a beauty like Miss Lin is enough to make one disregard all consequences." As he spoke, he began to caress Lin Meiyin's smooth thigh clad in stockings.

Hua Jianxiong's words filled Lin Meiyin with a surge of joy and confusion. She didn't know if Hua Jianxiong was telling the truth at this moment. The caress of his large hand on her leg made her even more infatuated, but the fact that Hua Jianxiong, whom she had always loved, was willing to risk breaking with the old man to make such a gesture already satisfied her, even if he was just teasing her or merely infatuated with her beautiful body. Feeling Hua Jianxiong's hand slipping under the hem of her cheongsam, Lin Meiyin suddenly came to her senses. She stood up abruptly, pulled away from Hua Jianxiong's hand, and said to the somewhat surprised Hua Jianxiong with a guilty conscience, "There are still people outside." Hua Jianxiong smiled and said, "If the old man isn't afraid, why should I be afraid of them?" Just as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and Liu Dazhuang's large head poked in. Hua Jianxiong saw Liu Dazhuang stick his head in and said to him, "Tell the brothers to go in and have some fun with that little bitch." Liu Dazhuang's face lit up with ecstasy. He called out to Liu San and the other two thugs behind him and hurriedly ran into the interrogation room.

Lin Meiyin watched as Liu San and the others rushed into the interrogation room, the iron door of which immediately slammed shut. She scolded Hua Jianxiong, "Like father, like son!" Before she finished speaking, she heard faint cries of a woman and lewd laughter from inside the interrogation room. Lin Meiyin knew that Liu Dazhuang was torturing the poor woman inside. She sighed and asked, "Is it the female assassin from last night?" Hua Jianxiong nodded, "Yes, it's her. Her name is Xiao Yan. She's incredibly stubborn and a member of Nightingale." Lin Meiyin said, "Oh, you found out she's a member of Nightingale so quickly?" Hua Jianxiong smiled. He said, "To tell you the truth, I received a red handkerchief from Nightingale. As soon as I took it out, that little bitch gave herself away, but she just wouldn't reveal her accomplice or the leader." Lin Meiyin nodded and said, "I see." Looking at Hua Jianxiong, who had a smug look on his face, she asked with concern, "Are you alright from your injuries last night?" Hua Jianxiong blurted out, "Of course I'm fine. That little bitch was fucked half to death by me just now, and last night Wang Fengyan was also..." He realized something was wrong and saw that Lin Meiyin's face was flushed with embarrassment, but thankfully she didn't show any signs of anger. Hua Jianxiong chuckled awkwardly. Lin Meiyin glared at Hua Jianxiong with her alluring eyes and said, "Director, are you deliberately saying this to provoke him?" Seeing Hua Jianxiong remain silent, she continued, "After all, he's injured. Tonight we still have to interrogate the prisoners from Changchun." She paused, then continued mysteriously, "From what I understand, the one brought back from Changchun is a young and beautiful woman." Hua Jianxiong immediately showed interest and said, "Really?" Lin Meiyin smiled and said, "It was my people who brought the news. They said she's a young and beautiful female college student, apparently a former student of that unfortunate assassin. Otherwise, how could she easily enter the 76th Division's protection circle?" Hua Jianxiong nodded and said, "I see." At this moment, Xiao Yan's scream came from the interrogation room, followed by Liu Dazhuang's voice: "You bitch, being attacked by two people at the same time!" "Isn't it great?"

Lin Meiyin frowned and said, "It's really annoying. Is this how all women are interrogated?" Hua Jianxiong chuckled and said, "This is the fate of any woman who falls into the hands of the enemy." Lin Meiyin shook her head and said, "The interrogation tonight is very important. I think we shouldn't interrogate this woman today. How about we wait until the Changchun case is closed?" Hua Jianxiong immediately shook his head and said, "This woman is involved with Nightingale, so we absolutely cannot stop." Lin Meiyin smiled and said, "Then do as you please. But save some energy for the female prisoner tonight." Just as she finished speaking, a woman appeared at the door of the interrogation room. She said in a coquettish voice, "Who are you discussing dealing with here?"

Lin Meiyin turned around at the sound of her voice and saw a woman standing at the door. The woman was dressed in a yellow Japanese military uniform, with black high-heeled knee-high boots. Her short skirt and the tops of her boots revealed a pair of shapely thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings. Her hair was styled in a black, permed, embroidered pattern, and her lips were painted a vibrant red. Her large eyes sparkled brightly, giving her an air of both heroic spirit and alluring beauty. Lin Meiyin frowned, feeling uneasy. She recognized the woman; she knew she was Hua Jianxiong's mistress, Fujiwara Kaori, a female agent of the Japanese Special Higher Police. Watching Hua Jianxiong greet Fujiwara Kaori with a smile, Lin Meiyin felt a pang of jealousy. Ignoring Fujiwara Kaori's smiling nod, she sat down on the sofa and turned her gaze away.

Hua Jianxiong, oblivious to Lin Meiyin's jealous expression, chuckled and sat behind his desk, saying to Fujiwara Kaori who entered the room, "What are you doing here?" Fujiwara Kaori, unconcerned by Lin Meiyin's unwelcoming attitude, winked at Hua Jianxiong and said sweetly, "I just missed you! You made me so sore last night, my whole body still aches." Hua Jianxiong frowned, noticing Lin Meiyin's increasingly gloomy expression. Before he could speak, he heard Fujiwara Kaori say, "Which woman is being tortured inside? It's making me so nervous." Hua Jianxiong retorted irritably, "Stop it! If you keep this up, I'll drag you in and give you a taste of your own medicine." Fujiwara Kaori smiled seductively and said, "Okay, how do you want to torture me?" Hearing their conversation, Lin Meiyin inwardly cursed Fujiwara Kaori as a slut and desperately wanted to leave. Hua Jianxiong felt his head was spinning. He slammed his hand on the table and said irritably, "I'm dealing with serious business."

Fujiwara Kaori sensed Hua Jianxiong's displeasure. She thought to herself that Hua Jianxiong had never been angry with her before. Looking at Lin Meiyin, who also looked unhappy, she suddenly realized what was going on and felt a pang of jealousy towards her. However, she didn't want to provoke Hua Jianxiong, so she pretended to be nonchalant and said with a smile, "Jianxiong-kun, don't be angry. I heard you encountered an assassin last night, so I came to see you out of concern. I also need to ask you to take the person." Seeing her perceptive look, Hua Jianxiong asked, "Take the person? What do you mean?" Fujiwara Kaori smiled and said, "Takeda was assassinated last night, and the military police want to hand the assassin over to them for interrogation." Hua Jianxiong hesitated and said, "This..." But Lin Meiyin had already shouted, "No way!" Hua Jianxiong looked at her with some confusion upon hearing her words. Lin Meiyin sneered, "We arrested the person, and the comrade is also a victim. We can't just hand him over to the Japanese whenever they want, can we?" Hua Jianxiong nodded and said to Fujiwara Kaori, "I'm already interrogating him. I can't just hand him over like that. I'll explain this to Commander Hashimoto of the Military Police Headquarters later." Fujiwara Kaori laughed upon hearing this, "Jianxiong-kun, don't be so businesslike. I just said that the Military Police wanted the person, but Commander Hashimoto intervened, so the person is still in your custody for interrogation. But you must inform the Military Police Headquarters of the results." Hua Jianxiong nodded. It turned out that Fujiwara Kaori was joking with him. Looking at this Japanese woman who knew the true relationship between him and the Military Police Headquarters and who was so devoted to him, if Lin Meiyin hadn't been there, he would have slapped her hard. Fujiwara Kaori seemed to sense Hua Jianxiong's thoughts and stopped smiling. The three of them fell silent, and Hua Jianxiong lit a cigarette and started smoking.

After an unknown amount of time, the iron door to the interrogation room opened, and Liu Dazhuang, shirtless and looking satisfied, appeared in the doorway. He nodded to Fujiwara Kaori and then smiled at Hua Jianxiong, saying, "Chief, this woman is very stubborn. Shall we begin the torture?" Hua Jianxiong nodded and said, "Hang her up first." Upon hearing this, Liu Dazhuang disappeared from the doorway of the interrogation room.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 10:04 Title: Infiltration

(Twenty-One)

Hua Jianxiong got up and walked into the interrogation room. Lin Meiyin and Fujiwara Kaori followed him in. As soon as Lin Meiyin entered the interrogation room, she saw Xiao Yan lying naked on the ground. Her eyes were closed, and she had been gang-raped unconscious. Her slightly parted thighs were covered with blood, her lower body was swollen and red, and her vulva, with its labia turned outward, was covered with grayish-white semen. Her beautiful face was also covered with the thugs' remnants. As the thugs turned Xiao Yan's body over, Lin Meiyin saw that Xiao Yan's anus was covered in blood, and many parts of her body, especially her firm breasts, were covered with purplish bruises. Her nipples were also red and swollen, with some teeth marks and bloodstains on them. Liu San was directing the two thugs to hang up Xiao Yan, who had been gang-raped unconscious. The thugs deftly unlocked the handcuffs that had been on Xiao Yan's back all night, pulled her bleeding wrists to her front, and tied them with a thick rope hanging from the ceiling. Another thug immediately pulled the other end of the rope, which was suspended by a pulley, and Xiao Yan was lifted off the ground. With each pull, Xiao Yan, now completely naked, was pulled until only her toes could barely touch the ground. Hua Jianxiong sat down in a chair next to the interrogation room and said, "Wake her up." A thug splashed a bucket of cold water on Xiao Yan, and she quickly woke up groaning.

Pale-faced, Xiao Yan struggled to open her eyes and found herself hanging naked in the middle of the interrogation room. Because most of her weight was borne by her wrists, which were tied together above her head, her wrists ached as if they were about to break. She tried to stand on tiptoe to ease the pain. She didn't know how many times Liu Dazhuang and the others had gang-raped her; she felt a tearing pain in her vagina and anus, and her mouth was filled with the stench of male semen. Exposed naked in front of everyone, Xiao Yan felt intense humiliation, especially when she saw two neatly dressed, beautiful women looking at her in the interrogation room. She closed her beautiful eyes, wishing she could die immediately.

Hearing someone approach her, her left breast was lifted and shaken up and down by a hand. A voice reached her ears, "Little Yan, being gang-raped by so many people must be unpleasant, right? If you don't want to suffer anymore, confess honestly!" Little Yan knew the person in front of her was Hua Jianxiong. She opened her eyes and weakly said to Hua Jianxiong, who was still humiliating her, "Don't even think about it!" She felt the hand squeezing her breast suddenly increase its pressure, and her breast swelled up badly. Little Yan endured without groaning. She heard Hua Jianxiong coldly laugh and shout, "Still so stubborn. Looks like you haven't had enough of being beaten. Come on! Give our Little Yan a tickle." Soon, two thugs appeared in front of and behind Little Yan, brandishing leather whips.

"Crack-crack-crack!" The whip lashed against Xiao Yan's tender skin like raindrops, each lash causing her beautiful face to twitch in pain. Xiao Yan tried her best to control herself, not letting out a groan, but soon the whip struck her buttocks, thighs, breasts, and other sensitive areas with even greater force. The intense pain made her groan loudly no longer.
Hua Jianxiong sat in his chair, leisurely smoking, enjoying Xiao Yan's groaning expression of pain and her body writhing like a lily in the wind from the whip. As time passed, the whip left long, raised red and purple welts on Xiao Yan's snow-white body, some of which were even bleeding. Sweat gathered from Xiao Yan's fair forehead and jade-like neck, down to her trembling breasts, and then dripped down her smooth abdomen from her dark pubic hair to the ground. Hua Jianxiong glanced at the expressionless Lin Meiyin and the somewhat excited Fujiwara Kaori, and said, "Are you planning to stay here and watch forever?" Fujiwara Kaori smiled and gave Hua Jianxiong a flirtatious wink, saying, "Kaori just wants to see Jianxiong-kun's true abilities." Lin Meiyin glared at Fujiwara Kaori with disgust and said to Hua Jianxiong, "I'm leaving now. I'll come find you here tonight." Without waiting for Hua Jianxiong's reply, she walked away. Watching Lin Meiyin's retreating figure, Hua Jianxiong thought to himself, "What a fickle woman."
As soon as Lin Meiyin left, Fujiwara Kaori, without any regard for Liu Dazhuang and the others' presence, sat on the armrest of the chair Hua Jianxiong was sitting on, saying, "Finally gone." Hua Jianxiong also felt a sense of relief. He didn't mind Fujiwara Kaori sitting on the armrest; this Japanese woman was inherently a slut, but her body and masochistic nature gave Hua Jianxiong immense satisfaction. At this moment, Xiao Yan's groans gradually subsided, and she fainted. The thugs then poured another bucket

of cold water on her. Liu Dazhuang, grabbing Xiao Yan's dripping hair, shouted, "Will you confess or not? If you don't, we'll beat you to death!" "Pah!" Xiao Yan, waking up, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto Liu Dazhuang's face. Liu Dazhuang paused for a moment, then furiously raised his knee and slammed it heavily into Xiao Yan's groin. "Ah!" Xiao Yan screamed in pain, her toes unable to bear her weight any longer, and her body went limp. "Damn it, you stinking woman," Liu Dazhuang cursed as he wiped his face. At this moment, Hua Jianxiong stood up, picked up a red-hot triangular branding iron from the brazier, walked to Xiao Yan, and said with a cold smile, "You're really tough. Here, try this." He then slowly extended the branding iron towards the outside of Xiao Yan's right thigh.
Xiao Yan watched in horror as the red-hot branding iron slowly approached her snow-white thigh, which was covered in whip marks. The heat from the iron made her skin sting unbearably. She struggled desperately, tiptoeing, but the iron finally pressed against her leg. "Hiss!" "Ah..." The sound of the branding iron pressing against her leg mingled with Xiao Yan's sharp screams. A wisp of white smoke rose between the branding iron and her thigh skin, emitting a foul odor. Hua Jianxiong didn't let the branding iron stay on Xiao Yan's leg for too long; he didn't want to burn her tender skin to charcoal right now. Watching Xiao Yan relax as the branding iron left her body, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath, Hua Jianxiong pressed the dark red branding iron against the skin of Xiao Yan's right upper arm. With a "hiss," white smoke rose, and Xiao Yan struggled and screamed in pain again, "Ah..."

Hua Jianxiong handed the branding iron to Liu San, who quickly put it in the brazier and took out another red-hot branding iron to hand to him. Hua Jianxiong shook his head, flicking the reddish-black skin on Xiao Yan's thigh with his finger, where shiny yellow blisters were rapidly rising. He grabbed Xiao Yan's hair, lifting her face, which was drooping against his chest. Looking at Xiao Yan, still breathing heavily, pale-faced and with tears in her eyes, Hua Jianxiong said in a sinister voice, "Painful, isn't it? This is just the beginning. The tortures to come will be a hundred times worse." Seeing Xiao Yan close her eyes in pain and tears streaming down her face, Hua Jianxiong said in a gentler voice, "Tell me, and you won't have to suffer anymore. A beautiful woman like you will have a good life." Xiao Yan gritted her teeth and shook her head without speaking. Hua Jianxiong nodded, forcefully pushing Xiao Yan's head away from her hair, and said to Liu Dazhuang, "Get the iron rod!"
Xiao Yan saw Hua Jianxiong grinning maliciously at her, holding a four-inch-long, bean sprout-thick iron rod that Liu Dazhuang had handed him. As Xiao Yan was filled with terror, not knowing how Hua Jianxiong intended to torture her, he said to her, "Do you know what this thing is for?" He then twirled the end of the iron rod in front of her eyes a few times. "I'm going to slowly stab it into your soft breasts." As he spoke, Hua Jianxiong pinched Xiao Yan's bruised breast with his left hand and sighed, "Xiao Yan's breasts are truly exquisite, what a pity..." He then pressed the sharp end of the iron rod against the lower part of her left breast, and with a slight effort, it pierced in about half a centimeter. Xiao Yan groaned softly. "How about that? Did you tell me?" Hua Jianxiong said with a smile to Xiao Yan's pained expression. Xiao Yan closed her eyes tightly and didn't answer, but from her trembling long eyelashes, Hua Jianxiong could see the fear and pain in her heart. With increasing pressure, the iron rod slowly pierced Xiao Yan's breast. Warm blood flowed down the rod onto Hua Jianxiong's hand. Xiao Yan's face contorted in pain. When the rod pierced the middle of her left breast, her suppressed moans turned into sharp screams, "Ah!... Ah!..." Hua Jianxiong continued to slowly twist the blood-smeared rod, savoring the stimulation and pleasure from Xiao Yan's screams and writhing flesh. When one end of the rod, still dripping with blood, emerged from above her breast, Xiao Yan let out a short cry, her body suddenly stiffening and then going limp.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 10:06 Title: Infiltration

(Twenty-Two)

Xiao Yan lowered her head weakly, panting heavily. Her long hair, soaked by water, fell loose from her forehead. Her slightly open eyes saw a bloody iron rod inserted into her breast from bottom to top. Her breast seemed to be swelling, and she felt waves of intense pain, but it was much better than when she was stabbed earlier. However, looking at the bloody appearance of her breast, Xiao Yan felt so miserable that she wanted to die. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Her hair was being pulled painfully, and her face was being pulled towards Hua Jianxiong. Xiao Yan looked at Hua Jianxiong's mocking expression and wanted to spit at him, but she no longer had the strength to do so. She could only close her eyes tightly again. Her hair was released, and Xiao Yan's head drooped weakly to her firm breasts. She felt her left breast being pinched again, and a piercing pain shot through her as another iron rod slowly pierced into it. "Ah—!" Xiao Yan let out a desperate scream.

Hua Jianxiong watched as Xiao Yan's naked body writhed in agony, cruelly torturing her beautiful, firm breasts with iron rods. When the fifth rod pierced through Xiao Yan's blood-stained breasts, her screams ceased, and her body stopped writhing; she had fainted. Hua Jianxiong put his blood-stained fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, then took the towel Liu San handed him to wipe his hands, saying, "Pull the rods out." Liu Dazhuang grinned maliciously, pinching and pulling Xiao Yan's nipples a few times, then pulled out the iron rods piercing her breasts one by one. Blood spurted out with each rod pulled out. When all five rods were out, Xiao Yan woke up groaning in pain. Liu Dazhuang, seeing the ten bloody holes in Xiao Yan's breasts bleeding continuously, grabbed a handful of coarse salt from a small jar in the corner of the interrogation room and rubbed it onto Xiao Yan's breasts. "Ah--" The salt rubbed against the wound on her breast, causing Xiao Yan's beautiful face to contort in agony, but the bleeding quickly stopped. Liu Dazhuang looked triumphantly at Xiao Yan, who was groaning and panting heavily, and said, "You filthy bitch, is it good?" He then punched Xiao Yan's right breast again. "Ah--" Xiao Yan groaned. Liu Dazhuang frantically pulled at Xiao Yan's disheveled hair, roaring, "Tell me! Who is the leader of Nightingale? Where are the other accomplices? Tell me everything you know! Otherwise, I'll skin you alive!" Xiao Yan glanced weakly at the fierce-looking Liu Dazhuang, then looked away, refusing to answer his questions.

Seeing that Xiao Yan ignored him, Liu Dazhuang became enraged. He released her grip and grabbed a thick wooden stick from the side, striking Xiao Yan with it. The stick struck Xiao Yan's leg with a dull thud. Xiao Yan turned her head to the side, biting her arm, enduring the pain without uttering a sound. Liu Dazhuang struck Xiaoyan's legs a few times, but seeing that she didn't let out the expected scream, he swung the wooden stick and struck her chest hard. "Stop!" Hua Jianxiong stopped him. Liu Dazhuang turned around and saw Hua Jianxiong's displeased look. He quickly lowered his raised arm and looked at Hua Jianxiong in fear. Hua Jianxiong looked at his foolish appearance and shook his head, saying, "Dazhuang, you still can't shake your old habits." Liu Dazhuang sensed Hua Jianxiong's dissatisfaction and lowered his head, unable to speak.

At this moment, Fujiwara Kaori swayed her slender waist and walked to Xiaoyan's side. She crossed her arms over her chest and circled Xiaoyan, whose body was covered in crisscrossing whip marks, saying, "What a little beauty. Beating her like that will only spoil Jianxiong-kun's appetite." She then laughed lewdly.

Hua Jianxiong thought to himself, "This woman understands my thoughts better than Liu Dazhuang." He shook his head and said, "Put her on the tiger bench." Liu Dazhuang and the others immediately untied Xiaoyan from the ropes and dragged her to the L-shaped wide wooden bench to begin binding her. Hua Jianxiong returned to his chair and sat down. Fujiwara Kaori also came over and leaned against the armrest of the chair. Seeing Hua Jianxiong take out a cigarette, she quickly took out a delicate little lighter and lit it for him. Then she leaned down and put her red lips close to Hua Jianxiong's ear and said, "Jianxiong, Kaori is getting flustered watching this. I'm all wet down there." Feeling Fujiwara Kaori's elastic right breast rubbing against his shoulder, Hua Jianxiong's heart also stirred when he heard Fujiwara Kaori's lewd voice. Then Fujiwara Kaori whispered to him again, "Commander Hashimoto has something important to tell you." Hua Jianxiong's eyes twitched slightly, and he shifted his gaze to Fujiwara Kaori's alluring face, asking, "What is it?" Fujiwara Kaori smiled seductively at him and said, "It's a confidential matter, we can't discuss it here, can we? Come to my place later, okay?" Her eyes pleaded.

Hua Jianxiong thought for a moment and nodded to Fujiwara Kaori. Meanwhile, Xiao Yan was leaning against a wooden post, her legs fixed straight to a wooden bench. Her hands were bound behind the post, and hemp rope wrapped around her still-firm breasts, tightly binding her upper body to the post. Five leather ropes bound her from her rounded knees to her thighs, securing her firmly to the wooden bench beneath her legs, preventing her from moving an inch. Because of the tight binding, Xiao Yan's breasts were made even more prominent by the ropes. Xiao Yan breathed heavily, her pink nipples trembling.
One of the thugs inserted a wooden stick under Xiao Yan's ankle, lifting her snow-white leg slightly with a forceful movement. Another agent quickly shoved a brick under her delicate, rosy heel. Feeling a sharp pain in her knee, Xiao Yan gritted her teeth and groaned. At this moment, Liu Dazhuang said, "One brick isn't enough for this bitch, give her another!" The thugs then added another cold brick to Xiao Yan's bent leg.

The intense pain stimulated Xiao Yan's nerves; her leg felt like it was about to break. Xiao Yan began to struggle, but apart from her head moving, only her beautiful, alluring breasts bounced with her struggles. The thugs showed no pity, enjoying Xiao Yan's suffering. Liu San even squatted down beside Xiao Yan and began kneading her right breast, which hadn't been tortured. Seeing this, the other agents also began groping Xiao Yan's legs and lower abdomen, uttering lewd words to humiliate her.

Xiao Yan felt the pain in her legs intensifying with each wave of pain. The filthy hands of the thugs groping her body were unbearable. These were the traitors and spies she usually hated and despised, now touching her body with impunity. As time passed, the pain in her legs, propped up by two bricks, grew increasingly severe, and the thugs' words became more and more offensive. Tears welled up in Xiao Yan's eyes, and she let out painful groans.

Hua Jianxiong walked to Xiao Yan, who was enduring the torture of the tiger bench. He saw her tear-streaked face and her snow-white legs bent upwards. Hua Jianxiong went to Xiao Yan's feet and saw that her feet were trembling and her toes were opening and closing in pain. He knelt down and took Xiao Yan's feet in his hands. Xiao Yan's toes were long and slender, with deep arches and well-trimmed toenails that shone with a pinkish luster. Her feet looked delicate and dainty. Hua Jianxiong stroked Xiao Yan's cool, jade-like feet, rubbing his fingers between her toes. After playing with her for a while, Hua Jianxiong lit another cigarette, took a few deep drags, and then, with his left hand, gripped Xiao Yan's left foot tightly while his right hand lit the burning cigarette butt on her pink and tender toes. Hearing Xiao Yan groan in pain, and her small foot struggling in his grasp, Hua Jianxiong continued to slowly burn Xiao Yan's toes and soles with the cigarette butt. After burning her left foot for a while, he grabbed her right foot and started burning it as well. "Ah--" Xiao Yan screamed in pain, her face and head covered in sweat. Seeing that Xiao Yan's beautiful feet were now covered with black marks and small blisters from the cigarette burns, Hua Jianxiong stood up with satisfaction, threw the now-short cigarette butt on the ground, and then stubbed it out with his leather shoe.

Xiao Yan, writhing in agony as Hua Jianxiong dragged her by the hair, felt waves of unbearable pain in her legs and feet. Tortured on the tiger bench and then having her feet burned with cigarette butts by Hua Jianxiong, Xiao Yan felt a despair that unless she died, the pain would continue to torment her. Hua Jianxiong whispered menacing words in her ear: "You little slut, will you confess or not? If you don't, you'll be tortured and gang-raped every day without end!" Hearing Hua Jianxiong's words, Xiao Yan was also engaged in a fierce internal struggle. "Can I hold on?" "Will Sister Nightingale come to save me? Ah... who can rescue me from No. 76?" "It's unbearable... but I can't betray Sister Nightingale and Qi Qi!" Xiao Yan clenched her teeth, groaning with her eyes closed. Her legs ached terribly, but she was determined not to bow down to these devils!

Hua Jianxiong, receiving no reply, felt a growing irritation. He had initially thought that someone as naive as Xiao Yan wouldn't require much effort; a gang rape and some physical pain would be enough for her to confess. However, Xiao Yan's performance greatly exceeded his expectations. Seeing Xiao Yan's painful yet resilient appearance, he felt a strange sense of guilt. After all, Xiao Yan had been arrested for assassinating a Japanese, and he himself had been ordered to infiltrate No. 76 to fight against the Japanese and the Wang Jingwei regime. Hua Jianxiong grew increasingly agitated and roared, "Damn it, add more bricks! Let's see how tough you are, you little bitch!" Xiao Yan shook her head in agony, groaning loudly. Her long, black hair was disheveled. Four bricks had already been added, her legs were bent horribly upwards, and she could hear the cracking sounds from her joints. Stars flashed before her eyes, and the unbearable pain eroded her willpower. Tears and snot streamed down her face. Xiao Yan
banged her head against the wooden pillar behind her, howling in pain, hoping to escape this agonizing torment. Finally, amidst the thugs' insistent question, "Will you confess?", she blacked out and fainted.

Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 10:09 Title: Infiltration

(Twenty-Three)

The thugs poured two buckets of cold water on Xiao Yan before she woke up. The bricks under her heels had been removed. Xiao Yan, who had been tortured, lowered her head, her long hair, wet from the water, matted together and falling in front of her forehead. Under Hua Jianxiong's command, Xiao Yan was untied and then suspended in a spread-eagle position on the rack. The numerous wounds on Xiao Yan's body, her high breasts, her dark pubic hair, and her swollen vulva, which was fully exposed due to her thighs being forcefully spread apart, gave her a cruel beauty. Liu San walked in front of Xiao Yan, pinched Xiao Yan's pink left nipple, and then clamped the alligator clip with the wire in his hand heavily onto Xiao Yan's nipple. "Ugh," Xiao Yan groaned. The sharp iron teeth of the alligator clip broke her tender nipple, causing her great pain. Ignoring Xiao Yan's painful groans, Liu San pinched her right nipple hard and clamped another alligator clip onto her nipple.

Looking at the iron clip clamped to her chest and the trailing wire, Xiao Yan knew the terrible torture she was about to endure. She didn't struggle, nor did she have the strength to struggle, but tears of humiliation still flowed. Ignoring Liu Dazhuang's fierce questions, Xiao Yan turned her head to the side, preparing to accept yet another painful ordeal.

The current was switched on, and a strong current traveled through her nipples and throughout her body. The intense pain, like being stabbed with needles, immediately caused Xiao Yan's body to arch backward. Her vision blurred, filled with chaotic colors, and her muscles spasmed. Xiao Yan opened her mouth wide, and after a long while, she let out a sharp, long scream. "Ah—ah—ah—" As Liu Dazhuang increased and decreased the current, Xiao Yan's screams rhythmically filled the space of the torture chamber. Her body danced, sometimes arching backward, sometimes bowing forward, panting.

Hua Jianxiong sat in his chair, watching Xiao Yan's agonizing pain as her nipples were electrocuted on the rack. Fujiwara Kaori, leaning against him, was flushed, her eyes filled with unbearable desire. She rubbed her breasts against Hua Jianxiong's shoulder, pulling his hand to her leg and pressing it down heavily. "You slut!" Hua Jianxiong pinched Fujiwara Kaori's flesh-colored stockinged leg hard, causing her to cry out in pain, but anyone could see the pleasure in her heart.

The thugs watched Xiao Yan being tortured by electric shocks on the rack with cruel smiles. Liu Dazhuang frantically controlled the equipment, making Xiao Yan writhe in agony and let out piercing screams. Strong electric currents swept through Xiao Yan's body; her pink nipples hardened from the shocks, while the current also burned her delicate nipples. Xiao Yan was tortured with electric shocks for nearly an hour. Liu Dazhuang and the others stopped several times to force her to confess, but Xiao Yan remained silent. So Liu Dazhuang continued to administer the shocks, making her scream even louder until she finally lost consciousness.
Hua Jianxiong walked to the rack and saw Xiao Yan, covered in sweat, lying motionless with her head down. She had been tortured all morning, but hadn't said a word. Hua Jianxiong went behind Xiao Yan and touched her round buttocks, feeling the smoothness and elasticity of her skin. "That's enough for today," Hua Jianxiong said lewdly, patting Xiao Yan's buttocks, making a slapping sound. "Take her away later." After saying this, Hua Jianxiong left the interrogation room, nestled against Fujiwara Kaori.

In an office on the fourth floor of the Da Dong Asia Daily building, located beside the Huangpu River, Xiao Hong's hand holding the newspaper trembled, and her once beautiful, rosy face had turned pale. Seeing the headline on the front page, "Military Police Captain Dies in Restaurant, Criminal Investigation Chief Escapes Death," Xiao Hong's heart leaped into her throat. The following news item, though only a hundred or so words long, clearly described the assassination attempts on Hua Jianxiong and Wu Tian, and the capture of the assassins. Xiao Hong was somewhat puzzled that such news could pass Japanese censorship, but she also judged its content to be true; after all, no reporter would dare fabricate news of Wu Tian and Hua Jianxiong's assassination attempts.

Xiao Hong was extremely anxious, her heart pounding like a rabbit's. Her concern for Hua Jianxiong made her reread the newspaper, hoping to glean more information about him from the news. What she wanted to know most now was the extent of his injuries. Gradually, Xiao Hong calmed down. After some consideration, she picked up the phone on the table and dialed Hua Jianxiong's office. The call connected, and Xiao Hong's heart pounded. Having lived in Shanghai for so many years, this was the first time she had ever called Hua Jianxiong's office. The news of Hua Jianxiong's assassination attempt had made her unable to control herself any longer; even if it violated discipline, she had to know Hua Jianxiong's current situation.

"Hello—" A pleasant woman's voice came from the other end of the line. Xiao Hong guessed that the woman who answered was Hua Jianxiong's secretary; Hua Jianxiong had previously told her that he had a secretary named Liu Mei. Xiao Hong composed herself and then introduced herself, asking if Hua Jianxiong was there. The other woman coldly replied, "Sorry, the director is unavailable." Xiao Hong then asked when Hua Jianxiong would be there, but the other woman again coldly replied, "Sorry, no comment!" Xiao Hong was about to plead with the icy woman again, but the call had already been disconnected. Xiao Hong slowly put down the phone, her delicately trimmed eyebrows furrowing slightly. After a moment's thought, she got up and went to the editor-in-chief's office. She decided to obtain his permission to visit No. 76 under the guise of an interview to inquire about Hua Jianxiong's situation.
The editor-in-chief was a middle-aged, refined man wearing round tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses. As Xiao Hong expressed her interview requests, he watched her with admiration. After she finished speaking, he readily agreed, praising her for her journalistic acumen. With the editor-in-chief's approval, Xiao Hong went to No. 76 with an official letter.

The Da Dong Asia Daily had Japanese connections, so after Xiao Hong presented the letter, a female employee led her to Hua Jianxiong's office. Xiao Hong immediately saw Liu Mei writing something with her head down by the office door, and Wang Fengyan idly admiring her red fingernails behind another desk. Hearing the sound of high heels, Liu Mei and Wang Fengyan both looked up and saw Xiao Hong smiling at them, wearing a red silk sleeveless cheongsam and red high heels. Both of them were amazed by Xiao Hong's beautiful appearance and mature charm. Xiao Hong then observed Liu Mei and Wang Fengyan, noticing Liu Mei's coldness and Wang Fengyan's beauty. She thought to herself, "The women around Jianxiong are truly beautiful. The cold one must be the Liu Mei he was talking about." Just then, the female employee who had brought her introduced Liu Mei and Wang Fengyan to her. Xiao Hong smiled and said to Liu Mei, "Miss Liu, I'm here specifically to interview Director Hua. I heard he encountered an assassin last night." Liu Mei recognized her voice immediately and nodded, saying, "Oh, I see. But the Director is currently interrogating the assassin and isn't in his office." Hearing this, Xiao Hong felt much more at ease and smiled, asking, "Is Director Hua's injury not serious?" Liu Mei nodded and said, "Just minor injuries, nothing serious." After saying this, Liu Mei herself wondered why she had answered Xiao Hong's question. Xiao Hong smiled with satisfaction, "Miss Liu, could you take me to see Director Hua?" Her beautiful, clear eyes looked pleadingly at Liu Mei. Liu Mei felt a little flustered under Xiao Hong's gaze; she sensed that this beautiful woman was no ordinary person. Before Liu Mei could decide how to answer Xiao Hong's request, Wang Fengyan smiled and said, "Let me take her." Seeing Wang Fengyan's response, Liu Mei didn't say anything more and nodded.

On the way to the interrogation room, Xiao Hong asked Wang Fengyan, "Miss Wang, is Director Hua's injury really not serious?" Wang Fengyan smiled somewhat lewdly at her and said, "Of course not. I was with him last night, and he didn't look injured at all..." Hearing this, Xiao Hong saw Wang Fengyan's happy expression and understood what was going on. Her worries subsided, but a strange sense of resentment crept into her heart. Wang Fengyan didn't notice that Xiao Hong's expression was a little strange, and continued to explain the uses of the various buildings in No. 76 to Xiao Hong along the way.

Finally reaching the first floor of the 76th underground prison, Wang Fengyan led Xiao Hong through Hua Jianxiong's private interrogation room into the inner torture chamber. Liu Dazhuang was sitting in a chair drinking tea. As soon as Xiao Hong entered the torture chamber, she felt a strong sense of terror and bloodshed. The chamber was filled with all sorts of bizarre torture instruments. Several shirtless thugs were untying a young woman, completely naked, from a rack. Xiao Hong noticed the woman's eyes were closed, as if she had fainted. Tears streamed down her beautiful face, and her snow-white, naked body was covered in wounds. Her lower body was a mess, with blood and a thick, grayish-white liquid running down her thighs. Xiao Hong felt a tightness in her chest. Connecting this to Liu Mei's earlier words, she knew this young woman was the assassin from the previous night. Seeing this woman being humiliated and tortured like this, she didn't feel hatred for her for assassinating Hua Jianxiong; instead, she felt a pang of sympathy. At this moment, Wang Fengyan was asking Liu Dazhuang where Hua Jianxiong had gone. Liu Dazhuang remained seated, grinning, and said, "The Chief and that Japanese girl Fujiwara Kaori just left a while ago." As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Xiao Hong's graceful figure. Wang Fengyan didn't care about Liu Dazhuang's disrespectful attitude towards her. She smiled and said to Xiao Hong, who was already feeling uncomfortable from the lustful gazes of Liu Dazhuang and the other thugs, "Let's go. The Chief has already gone out." Xiao Hong was somewhat disappointed, but had no choice but to follow Wang Fengyan out. Even after walking a long way, she could still vaguely hear the lewd laughter of Liu Dazhuang and the thugs.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-7 10:11 Title: Infiltration

(Twenty-Four)

On the second floor of a small villa near Hongkou, Hua Jianxiong sat cross-legged at a small square table, shirtless, drinking tea. The room was decorated in the style of Japanese tatami, with fine, soft straw mats on the floor. Besides a small square table in the center and a few cushions, there was only a mahogany cabinet in the corner.
The wooden lattice door, covered with white paper, slid open with a soft creak, and an elderly woman in a blue kimono crawled in on her knees, carrying a double-layered wooden box. Hua Jianxiong knew the woman was Fujiwara Kaori's maid, A-Wu. He watched as the wrinkled old woman carefully opened the box, placed several dishes and a bottle of his favorite baijiu (Chinese liquor) on the low table, then bowed her head and crawled out, carefully closing the lattice door behind her.

This wasn't Hua Jianxiong's first time here; the tatami gave him a very pleasant feeling. Looking at the delicate patterns of the straw mats, Hua Jianxiong recalled Fujiwara Kaori lying or prone, her snow-white body being enjoyed by him. For some reason, Fujiwara Kaori always attracted him. Each time, Hua Jianxiong would enthusiastically torture her in various ways, and Fujiwara Kaori would behave remarkably docilely. Hua Jianxiong thought Fujiwara Kaori was a born masochistic, wanton slut, while he didn't share the same view of Liu Mei, who also enjoyed being treated roughly by him.
Hua Jianxiong poured himself a glass of wine and began to eat heartily. The food was delicious, and the wine was good too; it burned in his stomach, a feeling Hua Jianxiong enjoyed. He drank glass after glass, about half a bottle, and had almost finished the food, but Fujiwara Kaori was still nowhere to be seen. "Why isn't she finished washing yet? That slut is always like this." As Hua Jianxiong cursed inwardly in frustration, the wooden lattice door in front of him opened gently, and Fujiwara Kaori appeared kneeling in the doorway.

Having just bathed, Fujiwara Kaori wore a white silk kimono with red flowers. She smiled seductively at the gleaming Hua Jianxiong at the doorway before rising and bowing as she entered. As Fujiwara Kaori moved, her fair, smooth legs and feet clad in white stockings peeked out from under her kimono. She knelt down beside Hua Jianxiong and said with a smile, "Jianxiong, are you getting impatient waiting?" Hua Jianxiong looked at Fujiwara Kaori's beautiful and seductive appearance, snorted, ignored her, and picked up more food to eat. Fujiwara Kaori seemed to enjoy Hua Jianxiong's attitude towards her, smiling as she poured him a full glass of wine and then presented it to him with both hands. Hua Jianxiong took the bottle and downed it in one gulp, then asked, "What message did Commander Hashimoto ask you to pass on to me? Aren't you going to tell me?"

Fujiwara Kaori giggled, refilling her glass while giving Hua Jianxiong a teasing look. "This is top secret," she said, putting down the bottle and rubbing her ample breasts against his arm as she whispered, "Kaori doesn't want to tell you now..." Hua Jianxiong frowned, then swung his arm, knocking Fujiwara to the ground, and cursed, "Don't fucking play coy, or I'll teach you a lesson!" Fujiwara Kaori leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, and laughed, "Are you going to treat me like you did that woman this morning? I'm afraid I can't handle it..." She feigned fear, but her eyes were full of excitement. Hua Jianxiong didn't say anything more, downed his glass, and then forced Fujiwara Kaori to the ground.

Fujiwara Kaori cried out as her already loose kimono was pulled open, revealing her snow-white shoulders and breasts. Hua Jianxiong didn't continue peeling off Fujiwara Kaori's kimono. Instead, he twisted Fujiwara's arms behind her back, casually tearing off the long obi (sash) from the kimono and binding her hands. The obi wrapped around Fujiwara's wrists several times, then ran down her arms, around her exposed breasts, and tightly constricted them twice, making Fujiwara Kaori's already full breasts appear even firmer. Hua Jianxiong tightened the obi in his hands, then tied a heavy knot. Because it was bound so tightly, Fujiwara Kaori's face contorted in pain, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly as she let out a sexy moan.

Hua Jianxiong flipped Fujiwara Kaori, whose arms and upper body were tightly bound, onto her back on the tatami mat, then sat beside her and squeezed her full left breast. Fujiwara Kaori moaned again. Hua Jianxiong felt the breasts beneath his palms rapidly swell, and Fujiwara Kaori's rosy nipples hardened, rubbing against his palms with vigorous kneading. Watching Fujiwara Kaori's legs arch and bend, Hua Jianxiong suddenly pinched her round nipples with his fingers, pulling them upwards while simultaneously squeezing them flat between his fingers. "Ah—" Fujiwara shook her head in pain, letting out a cry mixed with pleasure.

Hua Jianxiong played with Fujiwara Kaori's breasts, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly. Blue bruises appeared on her snow-white breasts from the kneading. After a while, Hua Jianxiong stopped. When he lifted the hem of her white kimono with red flowers and parted Fujiwara Kaori's long, pink legs, he saw that her pink labia were slightly parted, glistening with vaginal fluid. Hua Jianxiong reached out and parted Fujiwara Kaori's plump labia with his fingers, revealing the pink, glistening flesh inside. He gently scraped the flesh with his fingernail, causing Fujiwara Kaori to let out even more lewd moans. Hua Jianxiong withdrew his fingers, which were covered in her juices, got up, and walked to a small wooden cabinet in the corner of the room. He rummaged through it and returned to Fujiwara Kaori, who was still writhing and moaning on the floor mat.

Hua Jianxiong picked up a thick, plastic phallus covered with smooth, protruding bumps and slowly inserted it into Fujiwara Kaori's slightly parted vagina. Hua Jianxiong watched with a cold smile as Fujiwara Kaori struggled to spread her legs as the phallus swelled, emitting moans. Hua Jianxiong moved the phallus in and out of her mouth, and Fujiwara Kaori looked as if she was in excruciating pain, her eyes wide open, but her gaze was glazed over. As Hua Jianxiong quickened the thrusting of his plastic dildo, Fujiwara Kaori struggled like a fish out of water, moaning, "Ah—ah—" as her engorged labia were forced open by the dildo's thrusts. Her vaginal fluids flowed down her white buttocks and onto the plastic dildo, splashing onto the mat. Soon, Fujiwara Kaori let out a scream; she had reached orgasm. The plastic dildo was pulled out, the thick vaginal fluid forming a bright line as it left her vagina. Hua Jianxiong, grinning lewdly, held the still-dripping plastic dildo to Fujiwara Kaori's mouth, watching her lick it with her pink tongue. After Fujiwara Kaori had cleaned the plastic dildo with her mouth, Hua Jianxiong turned her over, making her kneel on the mat. With her hands still tightly bound behind her back, Fujiwara Kaori had no choice but to stick her buttocks up high and use her head and shoulders to support herself on the mat to maintain her posture.

The hem of her kimono was lifted to her waist, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath, exposing Fujiwara Kaori's full, snow-white buttocks to Hua Jianxiong's eyes. From behind, he could clearly see Fujiwara Kaori's dark red anus and her still-dripping vulva. Seeing this Japanese woman kneeling on the ground, Hua Jianxiong felt a strong desire. His crotch was so tight that his hard, erect penis was uncomfortable. He simply took off his pants and, naked, picked up a small leather whip and lashed it at Fujiwara Kaori's buttocks.

The whip made a "whoosh-whoosh" sound as it cut through the air, leaving red welts on Fujiwara Kaori's originally snow-white buttocks. "Ah--ah--" Fujiwara Kaori groaned, swaying her alluring round buttocks, while copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs. "You slut!" Hua Jianxiong cursed unconsciously as he whipped her, the whip tip occasionally grazing Fujiwara Kaori's anus and vulva, causing her to contract and sob in pain, crying out, "Jianxiong... Master... spare me... ah..." Hua Jianxiong ignored her pleas and continued to lash out with the whip. The sensation of the whip striking Fujiwara Kaori's body fueled Hua Jianxiong's lust. For some reason, he found torturing Fujiwara Kaori more pleasurable than interrogating Xiao Yan that morning. He whipped her relentlessly until she collapsed onto the mat, unable to bear it any longer. Then, Hua Jianxiong threw the whip aside, pounced on Fujiwara Kaori from behind, lifted her plump buttocks covered in red welts, and thrust his penis deep into her hot vagina. "Ah--" Fujiwara Kaori let out a satisfied groan, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, raising her buttocks to meet Hua Jianxiong's powerful thrusts.

Hua Jianxiong enjoyed Fujiwara Kaori's body in various ways. Fujiwara Kaori gradually became weak due to reaching orgasm multiple times. When Hua Jianxiong forcefully grasped Fujiwara Kaori's right foot, which was clad in white socks, and lifted it into the air, he used his other hand to press down on her other thigh and thrust hard for a while. The intense pleasure finally made him ejaculate, shooting his hot semen deep into Fujiwara Kaori's vagina. He trembled with each breath, his movements synchronized with his ejaculation. Fujiwara Kaori, her body convulsing, clung tightly to Hua Jianxiong's broad shoulders, gasping and moaning incoherently, her words broken as she cried out, "Jianxiong... my master... Kaori loves you!"
Hua Jianxiong felt Fujiwara Kaori's vagina contracting in waves, intensifying his pleasure as he ejaculated. He knew that Fujiwara Kaori had reached another climax. Hearing her words in his ear, Hua Jianxiong sneered inwardly, "Love me? Damn it! You Japanese slut, do you think I'm a three-year-old? Humph! Humph!" Thinking this, Hua Jianxiong thrust a few more times, eliciting even louder moans from Fujiwara Kaori.

To be continued...

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Author: wbleder Time: 2007-9-7 14:59

Great article! Profound and profound! I eagerly await the next chapter!!!
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Author: peterxp Time: 2007-9-7 18:40

tgl, Not finished, and there was no further news
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:16 Title: Infiltration

(Twenty-Five)

Xialu Apartment, Zhou Xueping was sitting at the table staring at several small notes in her hand. These notes were passed on by "Feng" from No. 76. According to the organization's regulations, Zhou Xueping should have destroyed them long ago. She had read the notes many times. After returning from running errands in the morning, she had been looking at them like this, looking at them again and again. Her mind was in a mess. One moment she was thinking about the inhuman torture her younger sister Liping would suffer in No. 76, and the next she was racking her brains about how to rescue her sister from the hellhole. But after all, there was the latest good news. Her sister had temporarily escaped the fate of being killed. Zhou Xueping sighed softly, picked up a match from the table, lit it, rolled the note into a stick, and placed it in a small copper box on the table to burn. Zhou Xueping watched the note gradually turn to ashes with a sorrowful expression. She took a deep breath and went to the full-length mirror.

Zhou Xueping's figure was reflected in the mirror; her 1.67-meter height, firm breasts, and supple waist were beautifully accentuated by the light blue sleeveless cheongsam and black mid-heeled shoes. Looking at her beautiful reflection, Zhou Xueping felt even more sorrowful. She thought of the man who had fought alongside her; it was he who had transformed her from a wealthy young lady into a revolutionary backbone, and it was he who had made her a true woman. The year or so of happy time they had spent together had passed like flowing water. On their last night together, he only told her that he would be leaving the next day to carry out a dangerous mission. He was violent all night. Zhou Xueping suppressed her fear and pain at his impending departure, trying her best to satisfy his every demand, leading them both to the peak of sensual pleasure time and time again. The next day, when Zhou Xueping awoke from her exhaustion, he was gone. Later, someone from the organization spoke with her, telling her the devastating news—her lover would never return.

More than five years have passed since his departure. Time has gradually matured Zhou Xueping, and the pain of the past has gradually faded, but she still occasionally thinks back to those times. She could see the close relationship between her younger sister, Liping, and Huang Keji. Apart from being somewhat impulsive, Huang Keji seemed to have no other flaws. She wholeheartedly hoped that her sister could be happy, but she never expected that her sister would fall into the clutches of the 76th Division. This was a heavy blow to Zhou Xueping; she was truly afraid of losing another loved one.

Looking at her melancholy reflection in the mirror, Zhou Xueping smiled inexplicably. She walked from the mirror to the window, about to peek through the curtains, when she heard a familiar knock at the door—a rhythmic knocking that was a pre-arranged signal among her comrades. Opening the door, she saw Huang Keji, but behind him stood a strange man. Zhou Xueping's beautiful eyes were filled with wariness and doubt as she looked at Huang Keji. "Sister Xue, this is Gou Ming, whom I told you about before. I brought him here specifically to meet you today," Huang Keji said with a smile. Gou Ming nodded and smiled at Zhou Xueping, saying, "Hello, Sister Xue." Zhou Xueping sighed inwardly, surprised that Huang Keji had violated organizational rules by bringing a stranger to see her without her permission. In her haste, she quickly glanced at Gou Ming. He was of medium height and build, with an ordinary face, but what made Zhou Xueping uneasy were the surprise and excitement in his eyes. "Sorry, you've got the wrong person!" Zhou Xueping said coldly, and forcefully slammed the door shut. Huang Keji looked at Zhou Xueping with surprise and immediately understood why she was treating him this way. He hurriedly let go of the door, and it slammed shut in front of him.

Gou Ming looked at Huang Keji with a puzzled expression and asked, "Did we get the wrong person?" Huang Keji shook his head dejectedly and went down to the apartment door without saying a word before saying, "I violated organizational discipline by bringing you to see Sister Xue, so we were turned away. Sigh!" Upon hearing this, the joy in Gou Ming's eyes flashed and disappeared, replaced by an uneasy expression. He said, "It's all my fault..." Huang Keji shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's not your fault. I thought she would be in a good mood after learning about Liping, but... we'll have to wait and see." Gou Ming then smiled apologetically at Huang Keji and said, "Brother, don't think about these things. I'm very grateful for what you've done for me. Let's go get lunch first, shall we?" Huang Keji smiled and said, "Okay, let's eat first. You're treating us to lunch today." Gou Ming smiled and readily agreed, saying, "Then let's go to the Xiankelai Restaurant!" He patted Huang Keji on the shoulder and they walked away together.

Zhou Xueping, in the Xialu Apartment, heard Huang Keji and Gou Ming come downstairs. She returned to her window, peeking through the curtains to watch them walk away, laughing and talking. She lowered the curtains and leaned against the window, her mind replaying the events. "How could Huang Keji be so careless, bringing someone to see me without my permission? And Lao Duan also reported that he took that person to the contact point—a serious violation of discipline!" Frowning, unease and doubt showed on Zhou Xueping's beautiful face. She felt something strange about the young man named Gou Ming, though she couldn't quite explain why. Zhou Xueping paced back and forth in the room, deep in thought. Finally, she took a small brown leather suitcase from a corner of the room, opened the wardrobe, and began packing. She decided to move. Zhou Xueping quickly packed her things. Fortunately, there weren't any confidential documents that needed to be destroyed. She took a white cheongsam from the wardrobe, folded it, and put it in her small suitcase. She also took a few pieces of underwear and stockings, put them away, and then, carrying her usual small handbag and the suitcase, she left. As she was leaving, she looked back at some familiar things in the room, but she had an inexplicable feeling, as if she had forgotten to do something. Shaking her head with a wry smile, Zhou Xueping asked herself, "Is it necessary to do this? After all, Huang Keji and Gou Ming have been together for quite some time... What about Lao Duan?... Am I overthinking things?" With many questions in her mind, Zhou Xueping finally left Xialu Apartment.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:17 Title: Infiltration

(Twenty-Six)

Liu Mei was handling official business in the office until noon. After having lunch with Wang Fengyan, she went alone to the backyard where Zhou Liping was being held. Wang Fengyan didn't know where Liu Mei was going. Liu Mei only told her that she had some business to attend to, and Wang Fengyan tactfully didn't ask any further questions. Zhou Liping was being held on the second floor of a blue brick building in the backyard. Several rooms in this small building had been designated as special prisoner quarters. It used to be the dormitory for agents of the 76th Special Agent Unit, so although it had been modified with iron bars added to the windows and small windows cut into the doors, the facilities and furniture inside were all complete, even including a bathroom. After Zhou Liping was detained here last night, doctors and nurses came to check her injuries and treat her torture wounds. The doctor, a middle-aged man wearing a large mask, entered and immediately ordered the nurse to remove Zhou Liping's tattered cheongsam. Zhou Liping lay silently on the hospital bed, her body covered in torture wounds. Having been imprisoned in the 76th Division for over a month, the agents had largely ceased interrogating her recently, so most of her wounds had scabbed over. However, the gruesome marks stood out starkly against her pale skin. Zhou Liping felt the doctor's hand touch her skin. When that hand lingered on her swollen, bruised breasts, gently kneading them, she stared blankly at the ceiling, unresponsive. After all, since being imprisoned in the 76th Division over a month ago, she had endured far too much abuse and torture; such molestation was nothing compared to what she had already suffered. After the doctor and nurses finished cleaning her wounds, manipulating her twisted left leg amidst her intense pain, and applying medicine and injections, Zhou Liping had already fainted from the pain. The torment of the past month, coupled with the immense shock of just escaping death, had left her utterly exhausted and weak.

The guard unlocked the cell door, and Liu Mei instructed him to wait downstairs; she wanted to see the female prisoner alone. Knowing Liu Mei's importance, the guard quickly agreed and ran downstairs. Liu Mei tried to step in quietly, but her high heels still made a crisp sound on the wooden floor. Liu Mei immediately saw Zhou Liping, half-reclining on the bed, coldly staring at her. Liu Mei didn't speak. She slowly surveyed the special cell, noticing an untouched bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables on the wooden table. Liu Mei slowly walked to the bedside, then sat down in the chair beside it. She observed Zhou Liping, noticing that Zhou Liping turned her head away, no longer looking at her. Seeing Zhou Liping's still somewhat swollen face and her exposed shoulders and arms covered in scars, Liu Mei sighed inwardly. From the moment Zhou Liping entered prison, Liu Mei had tried her best to protect and rescue her, and she had witnessed Zhou Liping's unwavering spirit despite enduring torture many times. Looking at Zhou Liping's current refusal to yield, she admired her tenacity and determination from the bottom of her heart. After thinking for a long time, Liu Mei broke the silence between them and said gently, "You should know 'Feng,' right?" Zhou Liping's body trembled violently upon hearing this. She turned her head in confusion to look at Liu Mei, who was smiling at her, but quickly turned her head away again. Seeing her reaction, Liu Mei continued, "I am 'Feng.'" Zhou Liping slowly turned her head back to look at Liu Mei and said calmly, "I don't understand what you mean." But after speaking, she did not turn her head away again, but quietly looked at Liu Mei. Liu Mei smiled and nodded, saying, "It's normal that you don't believe me. You've bought fabric from Old Duan at Duan's Qipao Shop before, haven't you?" Upon hearing this, Zhou Liping's eyes lit up with excitement. She abruptly sat up. Based on Liu Mei's words, she was certain that the beautiful woman before her was the mysterious "Feng." Duan's Qipao Shop was Feng's only point of contact for transmitting intelligence, and only her sister Xueping, her lover Huang Keji, and herself knew about it. Moreover, since waking from her unconsciousness, she had been thinking about last night and secretly believed that "Feng" had saved her at the last moment. However, Zhou Liping never imagined that this aloof woman before her was "Feng."

As Zhou Liping sat up, the white sheet that had been covering her slipped down to her waist, revealing her bare upper body. However, she was too excited to notice. Liu Mei sat down on the edge of the bed, gently brushed the strands of hair that fell to Zhou Liping's forehead, and said, "You've suffered so much..." Tears streamed down Zhou Liping's face as she softly sobbed. She grasped Liu Mei's hands and said, "'Feng'... Sister... it was you who saved me..." She then rested her forehead on Liu Mei's shoulder, suppressing her sobs as she cried even harder. Liu Mei looked down at Zhou Liping's hands, which were tightly clenched together by her own, all of their nails pulled out. Because the nails had been removed long ago, uneven, bright red flesh had grown back. The contrast between Zhou Liping's deformed hands, ravaged by torture, and her own fair hands was stark. She knew that a beautiful girl like Zhou Liping had once possessed beautiful hands, now ruined by torture. Zhou Liping's exposed upper body was covered in various scars, especially her obviously swollen and deformed breasts, which were covered in branding, whip marks, and other strange injuries. Her right nipple had clearly been severed by a sharp instrument, leaving only a coin-sized bloody scar. All of this strongly shocked Liu Mei. She stared blankly at her own hands, a strange thought creeping into her mind: "Will my hands and breasts become like that one day? What kind of pain would that be?"
Thinking this, Liu Mei felt her heart pounding again. At that moment, Zhou Liping's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Sister Feng, you trust me so much, and you've told me your identity. Aren't you worried I'll betray you?" Liu Mei looked at Zhou Liping, who was staring at her, her smile fading, replaced by her usual coldness, but her tone remained gentle as she said, "I believe my judgment is correct. You didn't give in until last night. Would I doubt you'd betray me?" She paused, then gently lifted the sheet still covering Zhou Liping's lower body, revealing that Zhou Liping's lower body was also covered in sores. She shook her head and said, "Besides, telling you my identity is to ensure your complete trust." "I'll help you get out of here." She pointed to Zhou Liping's badly swollen left knee, frowning, and said, "Your leg injury needs proper treatment and care, otherwise the plan will be difficult to implement later." Zhou Liping nodded and said, "Those bastards are so cruel! They dislocated my knee with a tiger bench, and they only set it last night." At this point, Zhou Liping's eyes reddened again, and tears streamed down her face. "Sister Feng, I'd rather they killed me. Even if I get out like this, how can I face anyone..." She was too heartbroken to speak further.
Hearing this, Liu Mei understood the meaning behind her words. She already knew from the secret agents that Zhou Liping had been arrested while protecting her lover. She glanced at Zhou Liping's still swollen vulva, ravaged by excessive rape and torture, and comforted her, saying, "Don't think about these things. All your sacrifices are for the Party's cause. He will understand." Zhou Liping looked up, her innocent eyes fixed on Liu Mei, and asked, "Is it true, Sister Feng?" Liu Mei nodded heavily, "Yes, don't worry." As Liu Mei said this, she sighed deeply in her heart. She didn't know the answer to her question. At the same time, she wondered if she, like Zhou Liping, were subjected to a brutal gang rape and torture, would Jianxiong still want her? A bitter smile crossed her face. Liu Mei knew that wouldn't happen, because she believed she understood Jianxiong well. She knew that someone like Jianxiong, who harbored extreme hatred for Communists, would likely suffer a hundred times more tragically than Zhou Liping if he discovered her true identity. Liu Mei didn't dwell on it. She stood up, picked up the now-cold rice from the table, put some vegetables in her bowl, and walked towards Zhou Liping, who was lying on the hospital bed.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:19

(Twenty-seven)

When Hua Jianxiong returned to his office, Wang Fengyan greeted him with a charming smile. Hua Jianxiong also took her arm around her slender waist and they entered the office together. He was very satisfied with Wang Fengyan's lewdness and skill in bed last night. Hua Jianxiong sat in the large leather chair behind his desk. After Wang Fengyan brought him tea, she sat on his lap and said, "Jianxiong, you've been gone for quite a while. I'm so bored, I've been waiting for you to come back..." Hua Jianxiong laughed and said, "Quite a while? It's only been a few hours!" As he spoke, he gently patted Wang Fengyan's thigh, which was covered by her cheongsam, and said, "Didn't I satisfy you last night?" Upon hearing this, Wang Fengyan gave Hua Jianxiong a charmingly resentful look, and laughed as she scolded, "You're so naughty." As she spoke, she twisted her round buttocks on Hua Jianxiong's lap and brought her red lips close to his. Hua Jianxiong said, "I wish I could be with you every moment. Can I keep you company tonight?" Hua Jianxiong felt very comfortable hearing this. Looking at Wang Fengyan's expectant eyes, he smiled and shook his head, saying, "I have official business to attend to tonight..." He then tilted his head back and asked Wang Fengyan, "Where did Liu Mei go? I haven't seen her."

Wang Fengyan was disappointed to hear that Hua Jianxiong had something to do that night, but she didn't show any resentment. She smiled and replied, "She's been out for a while, but she didn't say where she went." Hua Jianxiong said "Oh," and Wang Fengyan continued, "That guy Ding Mocun came by just now..." Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and he frowned, saying, "What did he come here for?" He looked at Wang Fengyan with suspicion. Seeing his somewhat serious expression, Wang Fengyan laughed and said, "Don't look at me like that. He's here to see you." Hua Jianxiong seemed relieved and asked, "What does he want with me?" Wang Fengyan was pleased to see Hua Jianxiong's slightly awkward and nervous demeanor, knowing that although they had only spent one night together, he still cared about her. "He said he wants you to come see him when you get back," Wang Fengyan said. Hua Jianxiong nodded, thinking, "I wonder what trouble this old man has gotten himself into this time." It turned out that Ding Mocun had come specifically to see Hua Jianxiong. When he arrived, Wang Fengyan hadn't given him a friendly look, acting as if she didn't care. Ding Mocun was momentarily stunned when he saw Wang Fengyan's radiant beauty and flushed face. He felt both embarrassed and somewhat surprised at how much she had changed in just one day, secretly regretting giving her to Hua Jianxiong. Seeing that Hua Jianxiong wasn't there, Ding Mocun didn't linger and quickly disappeared under Wang Fengyan's disgusted gaze. Hua Jianxiong thought for a moment, stood up, and said to Wang Fengyan, "Then I'll go over for a bit." He pinched Wang Fengyan's buttocks as he spoke and left the office.

Ding Mocun's office wasn't large, but Hua Jianxiong knew the suite inside was quite spacious. Unusually, the usually wide-open office door was tightly shut, and the secretary's seat near the door was empty. Hua Jianxiong's first thought was that the old man Ding Mocun was probably doing something good with his newly appointed female secretary inside. After hesitating for a moment, Hua Jianxiong knocked on the office door. Surprisingly, the door opened after only two knocks, and it was none other than Li Ziwu, the deputy director of the Criminal Investigation Department and Hua Jianxiong's subordinate.

"What are you doing here?" Hua Jianxiong asked Li Ziwu, who seemed somewhat uneasy. "Chief... this... this..." Li Ziwu, who was always calm and ruthless in Hua Jianxiong's mind, inexplicably lowered his head and couldn't answer. Just as Hua Jianxiong was about to continue asking, Ding Mocun, who had been sitting on the sofa, chuckled twice and stood up, saying, "Brother Jianxiong, it's really not easy to find you. Come, sit down and tell me slowly." Hua Jianxiong glanced at Li Ziwu, who was still looking down, thinking, "I don't know where this guy came from, and he's changed into this again." Without thinking much, he sat down on the sofa to the right of Ding Mocun and asked, "The director is looking for his subordinate? I don't know..." Ding Mocun chuckled again, glancing at Li Ziwu who was still standing to the side, and said, "Let Ziwu speak." Upon hearing this, Li Ziwu's face instantly turned red but quickly turned pale. After a long pause, he finally took a deep breath and said, "Chief, it's like this... I've been investigating the..." "The movements of Party members active in this district... I went through great lengths to gain the trust of their key members and learned the information about the Party's district secretary and his contact locations." Upon hearing this, Hua Jianxiong's brow twitched, and he said, "Is it true?" When he saw Li Ziwu nod affirmatively, he nodded and said, "Then why don't you immediately send men to wipe them out in one fell swoop?" Li Ziwu hesitated for a long time, until Hua Jianxiong became somewhat impatient, before he lowered his head and said, "Seeing that the intelligence was secure, I lured Huang Keji, the Party's armed forces minister, to the Xiankelai Restaurant and arrested him." Hua Jianxiong nodded. He knew that the Xiankelai Restaurant was a secret location set up by the 76th Division, where 76th Division agents usually staked out the place.

Seeing that Hua Jianxiong didn't speak, Li Ziwu continued, "After capturing this person, I immediately led the brothers from Xiankelai to the residence of Zhou Xueping, the Communist Party district secretary... but... we were too late..." "What?" Hua Jianxiong jumped up, glaring at Li Ziwu, "You didn't catch her?!" Li Ziwu gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Yes, this female Communist Party secretary has already escaped. My brothers and I went and found nothing." Seeing Hua Jianxiong slowly sit back down on the sofa, Li Ziwu added, "This Zhou Xueping is extremely cunning. I saw her there less than an hour before we went to capture her." As he spoke, Li Ziwu clenched his fists in anger. Hua Jianxiong shook his head at his expression and asked, "What's next?" Li Ziwu sighed and said, "Seeing things had come to this, I immediately took my brothers to the Communist Party's underground liaison point—Duan's Qipao Shop—and captured the Communist Party's underground liaison, Manager Duan." Hua Jianxiong nodded upon hearing this and said, "That's good. Both of them are very useful. Have they been brought back yet?" Li Ziwu nodded and said, "I've already detained them separately and am preparing to interrogate them immediately." Hua Jianxiong said repeatedly, "Good, good, good. We must break through their defenses and catch the one who slipped through the net." Li Ziwu nodded as he spoke, "After bringing these two Communists back, I originally intended to report to the Chief immediately, but... but I met Director Ding first... so I reported the situation to Director Ding first."

Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong recalled Li Ziwu's expression when he first entered and immediately understood what was going on. "Damn it, so you were trying to bypass me and come here to curry favor?" Hua Jianxiong thought angrily, glancing at the inscrutable Ding Mocun standing to the side. Ding Mocun, seeing Hua Jianxiong looking at him, said with a sinister smile, "Jianxiong, when I heard what Deputy Director Li said, I knew it was a serious matter, so I had him stay with me. I even came to you specifically to discuss this matter." He paused, glancing at Li Ziwu, whose face was alternating between red and white, and continued, "I said at the time that this was a big deal, and it was up to Brother Jianxiong to decide, after all, these matters fall within Brother Jianxiong's jurisdiction." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong understood what had happened. He knew that Li Ziwu wanted to curry favor with Ding Mocun, so he went directly to Ding Mocun to report, but Ding Mocun didn't give him the time of day. Hua Jianxiong glared at Li Ziwu, thinking, "This kid is always ruthless. He's just trying to show off his achievements in front of Ding Mocun. Hmph! He's probably looking for an opportunity to oust me and dream of becoming the director, is

n't he?" Thinking this, he sneered inwardly, "You think you can oust me?" Ding Mocun saw the uncertain expression on Hua Jianxiong's face and chuckled inwardly, "These two are probably irreconcilable now. Li Ziwu, Li Ziwu, it's not that I'm sorry, it's that you've given me trouble. Hua Jianxiong has the old man's protection and the Japanese backing him up. With all that, I can't help you even if I wanted to. You two should fight it out from now on, preferably all the way to the old man's." Ding Mocun secretly plotted. To be honest, deep down, he also hoped that Li Ziwu could bring down Hua Jianxiong. After all, Hua Jianxiong had always had outstanding achievements and was highly regarded by the old man, completely overshadowing his own position as the director of the 76th Special Agent Headquarters. Ding Mocun was well aware that Hua Jianxiong had powerful backing. Although Hua Jianxiong was nominally his subordinate, Ding Mocun actually consulted him on many matters. Take Wang Fengyan, for example. Although he was supposedly looking for a new lover, it was also a way of indirectly winning over Hua Jianxiong. Especially when he went to see Wang Fengyan earlier, that slut turned her back on him, showing him obvious disgust, which really annoyed Ding Mocun.

Li Ziwu also saw the expression on Hua Jianxiong's face and secretly regretted coming to Ding Mocun, only to be tricked and put in an awkward position. However, what was done was done, and there was no use in regretting it. He had to endure it now and be more careful in the future, but he was certain he would receive a good scolding today. Just as Li Ziwu was thinking this, Hua Jianxiong stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Ziwu, you've worked hard these past few days. You've done a great job. You've made a great contribution by cracking down on the Communist Party's district committee." Seeing Li Ziwu's blank and surprised expression, Hua Jianxiong said loudly, "I'll report your achievements to the boss when I have the chance." Then he turned to Ding Mocun and said, "What does Director Ding think?" Ding Mocun paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right, that's right." Hua Jianxiong smiled and continued, "As for those two Communists, I'll leave them to you. Get their confessions as soon as possible, and arrest that female Communist Party secretary named Zhou Xueping and her accomplices as soon as possible." At this point, Hua Jianxiong suddenly felt that the name Zhou Xueping sounded familiar. He remembered the woman named Zhou Liping that Liu Mei had mentioned to him. Before he could think further, Li Ziwu loudly said to him, "This subordinate will certainly do his best to complete the tasks assigned by the Director, so as not to let down the Director's cultivation." Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Director, when I infiltrated the Communist Party, I discovered that there are Communist spies within the organization passing intelligence to them."

"Is that so?" Hua Jianxiong's eyes widened. Ding Mocun then sneered, "I've long suspected there were problems within the organization. It seems it's not just Nightingale's people; now there are Communists too. Who knows, maybe one day someone from Chongqing will infiltrate." Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat. Li Ziwu continued, "I don't know who this spy is. I've also seen the notes that guy passed out. The handwriting is neat and looks like a woman's, but it's written in Song typeface. Otherwise, with my memory, I could have found some handwriting from other people in the organization to compare and identify." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong nodded. "What did the note say?" Li Ziwu replied, "It was about rescuing Zhou Xueping's sister. I didn't see the details clearly, and I didn't want to ask them. But I remember very clearly that the female Communist's sister is Zhou Liping, the one we arrested a while ago. It seems like we arrested her when Liu Dazhuang led people to arrest the Communist armed forces minister. But at the time, we didn't expect that woman to be the sister of the Communist female secretary." Hua Jianxiong said upon hearing this, "Yes, she was almost executed." Li Ziwu then asked Hua Jianxiong, "Chief, did you decide to keep Zhou Liping, or did someone plead for her?" Upon hearing this, Hua Jianxiong's mind quickly flashed to Liu Mei's plea. He didn't intend to execute Zhou Liping for the time being, but said calmly, "It was my own decision. I suspected she was a big fish when I was reviewing the case files, and since Liu Dazhuang was the one interrogating her, I was a little worried." Li Ziwu frowned and nodded, saying, "I see. It seems it's not easy to identify the suspect. However, that Manager Duan is her contact person. As long as we get him to talk, he'll expose this female Communist spy." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong waved his hand and said, "Alright, then go and interrogate the two of them now. Report back to me immediately with the results." Hearing this, Li Ziwu stood at attention, nodded to Hua Jianxiong and Ding Mocun, and then left.

As soon as Li Ziwu left, Ding Mocun smiled, took a cigarette from the pipe on the table, handed it to Hua Jianxiong, and then lit one for himself. He said with a smile, "Jianxiong, you're going to be busy now." Hua Jianxiong exhaled a smoke ring and smiled, saying, "This is to live up to the director's trust and support. Without the director's support, I couldn't manage on my own!" He then looked at Ding Mocun meaningfully and laughed heartily. Ding Mocun chuckled dryly, saying, "Not at all, Jianxiong, you're too modest. I knew it! Don't bother this old man like Li Ziwu." Then, Ding Mocun changed the subject, whispering, "Brother Jianxiong, I heard you've caught one of Nightingale's men. How's it going?" Hua Jianxiong nodded, saying, "One of those two assassins. I interrogated him for half the morning, but he's tight-lipped. I'll have to interrogate him more thoroughly another day." Ding Mocun grinned ambiguously. "It must taste good, when can I interrogate her and see if I can get her to talk?" Hua Jianxiong, knowing Ding Mocun's meaning from this, smiled and said, "I would be extremely grateful if Director Ding could help me interrogate her. With Director Ding's prowess, I'm sure you'll make a breakthrough." Ding Mocun smiled and said, "I wouldn't dare say a breakthrough, but it'll be no problem to deflate that woman's arrogance." He then frowned and said, "Unfortunately, not today." Seeing the question in Hua Jianxiong's eyes, Ding Mocun smiled mysteriously and turned to the inside, saying, "Pingru, come out and meet Director Hua." As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the inner room opened, and a young woman with a graceful figure, wearing a light green cheongsam, came out. Hua Jianxiong secretly admired Ding Mocun's good taste when he saw the woman's beautiful face, but he had seen many beautiful women, so he didn't show anything on his face, only glancing at her briefly before looking away. Ding Mocun smiled and said to Hua Jianxiong, "Miss Pingru is my new secretary. I hope you'll take good care of her in the future, Brother Jianxiong." Hua Jianxiong thought to himself, "Take good care of her? Damn it, I hope I don't end up sleeping with her." At this moment, Ding Mocun introduced Hua Jianxiong to Pingru. The woman named Pingru gave Hua Jianxiong a faint smile but didn't say anything. Hua Jianxiong then got up to say goodbye to Ding Mocun. After some polite words, he left Ding Mocun's office.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:23

Infiltration (Twenty-Eight)

Hua Jianxiong returned to his office and saw Liu Mei talking quietly with Wang Fengyan. As he walked into the office, he said, "Liu Mei, come in." Liu Mei got up and followed him in. Hua Jianxiong went behind his desk and sat down, waving his hand and saying, "Lock the door!" Liu Mei glanced at Wang Fengyan outside the door and then closed the office door. After locking the door, Liu Mei turned to look at Hua Jianxiong. Seeing his serious expression, she sensed he was acting very differently today and began to speculate about his intentions. Then, Hua Jianxiong's stern voice escaped his lips: "Why did you make me keep Zhou Liping there that day?" Hearing this, and seeing the terrifying look in his eyes, Liu Mei felt her heart sink. A thought flashed through her mind: "Have I exposed myself?"

At this moment, Hua Jianxiong said again, word by word, "Are you a Communist?" Liu Mei, upon hearing this, bravely looked Hua Jianxiong in the eye and replied, "Chief, I don't understand what you mean." She clasped her hands together in front of her and calmly said, "I asked you to keep Zhou Liping, because before submitting her case file that day, I carefully reviewed it. I always felt that someone who was with the Communist armed forces minister was definitely not an ordinary person. Moreover, a woman who had been interrogated and tortured by Liu Dazhuang many times without speaking, I intuitively felt that there must be more clues to uncover about Zhou Liping." Saying this, Liu Mei looked at Hua Jianxiong with a very complicated expression and then said, "Does the Chief think Liu Mei is a Communist?" Hearing what Liu Mei said, Hua Jianxiong thought to himself that it was indeed insufficient to conclude that she was a Communist spy simply because Liu Mei asked him to keep Zhou Liping. Thinking of this, Hua Jianxiong breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't want that to happen, after all, his relationship with Liu Mei was extraordinary. Hearing Liu Mei's words, he felt much more at ease, and his expression relaxed considerably. He tapped his fingers on the desk and nodded, saying, "Don't blame me for suspecting you; I'm probably being a little paranoid." Even as he said this, Hua Jianxiong still harbored some vague doubts, but he couldn't quite connect Liu Mei with a Communist spy. He patted his forehead in annoyance and then stared at Liu Mei, saying, "Don't tell anyone about Zhou Liping's matter that you asked me to stay, otherwise it will cause a lot of trouble." He then leaned back in his chair. Liu Mei's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, finally settled down. She nodded gently in agreement and asked, "Why did you suddenly bring this up, Chief?" Seeing that she was standing far away, Hua Jianxiong gestured for her to come closer and said, "That fellow Li Ziwu has figured out the internal situation of the Communist underground organization. He arrested several people today, but a female district party secretary escaped." Liu Mei had already walked to Hua Jianxiong's side. Hearing this, her heart began to pound. She felt a little dizzy. At this moment, Hua Jianxiong put his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

As Hua Jianxiong stroked Liu Mei's outer thigh, which was exposed from the slit of her cheongsam, he said, "According to Li Ziwu, there is a female Communist spy lurking within our ranks, reporting information to the outside world." Liu Mei felt her heart pounding in her chest upon hearing this, while at the same time, she felt inexplicably hot. She gasped and said, "Really?" Hua Jianxiong smelled the faint scent of perfume emanating from Liu Mei. The elasticity of her thighs and the smoothness of her stockings made him feel very comfortable. He did not notice Liu Mei's abnormality. He gently lifted Liu Mei's stockings with his fingers and saw that the flesh-colored stockings stood up like a tent. Under the misty stockings, Liu Mei's snow-white thighs were exceptionally alluring. “Yes, we still don’t know who that female spy is, but the person who contacted her has been caught. As long as we can get that person to talk, we’ll find out who the traitor is.” Hearing this, Liu Mei knew that her old friend had fallen into Li Ziwu’s hands. She understood that she was in a very dangerous situation, but she completely relaxed and felt that her lower body was already wet. “Am I going to be discovered by them soon? What awaits me is…” Thinking of this, Liu Mei began to moan softly. Hua Jianxiong heard Liu Mei’s moan and a conqueror’s smile appeared on his face. He pinched Liu Mei’s thigh hard, making her cry out in pain, and then said, “Don’t be so frivolous, I still have a lot of things to deal with.” Liu Mei stood up with a flushed face and said, “Do you need my help?”

Hua Jianxiong shook his head and said, “Forget it, you and Feng Yan should go back. I still have to interrogate people tonight.” Liu Mei nodded and said, “Okay.” She was about to walk out. “How is Zhou Liping now?” Hua Jianxiong asked again. As Liu Mei opened the door, she replied, "She was transferred to a special cell yesterday and received treatment, but she's still very weak." Hua Jianxiong nodded and said, "Good, keep her there for now. She'll still be useful later." Seeing he wouldn't speak further, Liu Mei closed the door and left.

After Liu Mei left, Hua Jianxiong lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. He felt troubled. He still felt there were many suspicious points about Zhou Liping's case, and he couldn't quite understand Liu Mei either. After all, it was Liu Mei who had saved Zhou Liping's life at gunpoint. He had never shown any mercy to the Communists; after all, the Military Intelligence Bureau had spent most of its time fighting the Communists. "What if Liu Mei is a Communist spy?" Hua Jianxiong thought anxiously. After all, Liu Mei was his mistress. Should he really treat her like other captured female Communist intelligence agents? Torture her, have her raped by numerous thugs and agents until she confessed? Hua Jianxiong took a deep drag on his cigarette, his mind a jumbled mess. "This is just a hypothesis. Liu Mei couldn't possibly be that Communist spy. Don't dwell on things that haven't happened." A bitter smile appeared on Hua Jianxiong's face as he decided to stop thinking about it. He

put Liu Mei aside, but another troublesome matter surfaced in his mind. As Hua Jianxiong left Fujiwara Kaori, she relayed Commander Hashimoto's orders. Fujiwara Kaori, her hands bound behind her back, was pressed beneath Hua Jianxiong with a satisfied expression. She whispered in his ear, "Hashimoto wants you to kill the woman brought back from Changchun once she confesses during interrogation." She added, "Hashimoto means to leave no trace." Hua Jianxiong was completely bewildered, wondering why the Japanese would interfere in this matter. When pressed for answers, Fujiwara Kaori hesitated for a long time before finally revealing the truth to Hua Jianxiong under his relentless questioning. It turned out that the assassin who attempted to kill the diplomatic ambassador in Changchun was actually sent by the Japanese. The reason was that the ambassador had inadvertently made dangerous remarks in private and might publicly make statements detrimental to the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Wang Jingwei regime and Manchukuo. Lacking written evidence and knowing that replacing the ambassador would cause negative public opinion, the Japanese orchestrated the assassination.

The assassin was the ambassador's student—He Xiaoyue. However, He Xiaoyue was actually Japanese, having lived in China since childhood. Her real name was Kitajima Shizuka. The ambassador was a university professor, and Kitajima Shizuka had been enrolled at that university two years earlier as his student. Initially, the Japanese only intended to monitor the professor, who had studied in Japan and was quite accepting of the Wang Jingwei regime's so-called path to national salvation. However, they were surprised when, after becoming ambassador, the professor privately expressed opposition to the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Wang Jingwei regime and Manchukuo, arguing that Manchukuo was already part of China, so why negotiate diplomatic relations? Wasn't this tantamount to splitting China? The Japanese were furious upon receiving this news and ultimately decided to have him assassinated. Kitajima Shizuka, being the ambassador's student, easily approached him and successfully completed her mission. However, as pre-arranged, Kitajima Shizuka did not escape and was captured by the 76th Special Agent Unit protecting the ambassador. Kitajima Shizuka's remaining task was to confess during interrogation that she was ordered by the Kuomintang's Military Intelligence Bureau to carry out the assassination. The Japanese intended to further escalate the conflict between the Wang Jingwei regime and Chongqing, as assassinations of each other's high-ranking officials were commonplace. To make the act more convincing, Kitajima Shizuka was instructed beforehand to be prepared to endure torture until she reached her breaking point before confessing. The Military Police Headquarters had promised Kitajima Shizuka beforehand that they would intervene and rescue her after she confessed. However, in reality, the Headquarters had already decided to eliminate her once she confessed that Chongqing had instigated the affair, to avoid future trouble. When Hua Jianxiong heard Fujiwara Kaori say this, he secretly sighed at the ruthlessness of the Japanese. He thought that if he hadn't forced this bitch Fujiwara Kaori to reveal the truth, he probably wouldn't have realized things were like this. Considering that Hashimoto didn't want him to know the details, it showed that the Japanese didn't completely trust him. Fujiwara Kaori was nominally his liaison with the Military Police Commander, but was she more of a spy and a deception? "Anyway, I need to be more careful in the future, and not let this bitch trip me up," Hua Jianxiong thought. What troubled him even more was that the Japanese wanted to frame Chongqing for this. He couldn't let them succeed; he had to leave some evidence that the Japanese were responsible. "I must make Kitajima Shizuka tell the truth no matter what," Hua Jianxiong resolved. Then he remembered the sorrow on Fujiwara Kaori's face when she recounted the events. He understood that Fujiwara Kaori feared she would suffer the same fate. Thinking of this, a sinister glint appeared on Hua Jianxiong's face as he plotted, "Tonight I'll treat this Japanese woman, Kitajima Shizuka, to a good meal."
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:27

(Twenty-Nine)

In a small, unnamed apartment on the third floor of the French Concession, Zhou Xueping had only been there a short time, the inexplicably excited look in Gou Ming's eyes still bothering her. She hadn't stayed in this apartment for a long time; because the doors and windows were tightly closed, there wasn't much dust. This was Zhou Xueping's pre-arranged hiding place. The room wasn't large, and various men, women, and children lived upstairs and downstairs. The landlord was an old man who collected rent and didn't concern himself with anything the tenants did. Before leaving the Xialu Apartment, Zhou Xueping had considered going to Duan's Qipao Shop, but hesitated for a while. She thought the situation might not be that serious, and she couldn't let her distrust of Gou Ming cause her only contact point with "Feng" to cease operation. Finally, Zhou Xueping decided to find a way to warn Old Duan to be vigilant after arriving here. However, just over two hours after Zhou Xueping arrived, Old Ren came knocking on her door. After confirming it was her comrade, Zhou Xueping opened the door. Old Ren, drenched in sweat and looking anxious, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank goodness, thank goodness! I was afraid you'd fallen into their hands too!" Then, turning to Zhou Xueping, whose

face had turned pale, he said, "Old Duan is in trouble!" Hearing this, Zhou Xueping felt as if she'd been struck by lightning. Her heart pounded wildly, and at that moment, regret welled up within her. She didn't speak, but gently closed the door, then sat on the edge of the bed. The image of Gou Ming's now-evil gaze flashed before her eyes repeatedly, and she berated herself for taking chances and not notifying Old Duan to move. Meanwhile, Lao Ren continued to tell her how he witnessed Lao Duan's arrest. It turned out that Lao Ren had just happened to pass by Duan's Qipao Shop that day. When his rickshaw was still quite a distance from the shop, he habitually looked towards it from his seat. Unexpectedly, the usually quiet shop entrance was surrounded by several people. As the rickshaw drew closer, Lao Ren saw Lao Duan, his hands cuffed behind his back, being pushed and shoved out of the shop. Seeing this, Lao Ren knew Lao Duan was in trouble. He quietly ordered the rickshaw driver, who had been slowing down to watch the commotion, to hurry up, and left the scene with a heavy heart. He then went to Xialu Apartments, but from a distance, based on his years of experience in underground work, he discovered that Xialu Apartments was under surveillance by secret agents, so he went there instead.

After hearing the story, Zhou Xueping remained silent for a long time. Finally, a resolute expression appeared on her beautiful face. "Old Ren, Huang Keji might also be in trouble. The problem lies with that man named Gou Ming. The two of them came to see me today. I had some suspicions about him, so I decided to move here, but I didn't fully understand the situation and failed to inform Comrade Duan in time." Old Ren said angrily, "That traitor Gou Ming! Sigh! It's Huang Keji's fault again, letting a wolf into the house!" Zhou Xueping shook her head and said, "I am responsible for Huang Keji's situation. It was because I didn't correct his mistakes in time." Saying this, Zhou Xueping bit her red lips with her white teeth and said, "Old Duan's arrest has made 'Feng's' situation very dangerous. I need to report this to the comrades in the Municipal Party Committee immediately. At the same time, all other members and comrades in the District Party Committee must be notified to relocate and go into hiding to prevent Gou Ming from using the information he obtained from Huang Keji to continue the arrest operation. You will be in charge of notifying them to relocate." "Upon hearing this, Lao Ren stood up and said, "I'll go inform them immediately." He then frowned and asked, "Xueping, Huang Keji should know about this place, right?" Zhou Xueping nodded gently and said, "Only you, Huang Keji, and Liping know about this place." Lao Ren thought for a moment and said, "To be on the safe side, Xueping, you should also move immediately!" Zhou Xueping nodded but then shook her head, saying, "I can't leave yet. First, I need to find the comrades from the Municipal Party Committee immediately. Second, I need to hold out for a while until all the comrades have safely evacuated and gone into hiding. Also, Huang Keji's current situation is unclear. If he hasn't been arrested, he'll come here to contact me if he notices anything amiss." Lao Ren said anxiously, "Xueping! Huang Keji has most likely already been arrested. If he..." Zhou Xueping stopped Lao Ren with a look and said, "Lao Ren, I will evacuate safely. You go and inform the other comrades." Seeing her resolute attitude, Lao Ren sighed and left the room silently without saying anything more.

Not long after Lao Ren left, Zhou Xueping also left the small apartment to meet with the leaders of the Municipal Party Committee. At that moment, in the eerie and terrifying interrogation room No. 4 of the No. 76 underground prison, Li Ziwu was leisurely sitting in a chair, watching Huang Keji, who was hanging in the middle of the interrogation room in a spread-eagle position. The interrogation had not yet begun, but Li Ziwu could already see the hidden fear in Huang Keji's bare-chested eyes. From the moment he was captured, Huang Keji had been silent and gloomy, his face ashen, and his constantly heaving chest revealed his inner turmoil. All of this was seen by Li Ziwu. “Huang Keji, there’s no need for us to reminisce. You should know what 76th is. Tell me everything you know, and I’ll give you money or an official position if you want.” Li Ziwu laughed, pulling over a glamorous female agent who was massaging his shoulders. He stroked her thigh beneath her short skirt and said, “This woman is nice, isn’t she? As long as you cooperate with us, women are no problem.” The female agent laughed lasciviously, even giving Huang Keji a flirtatious wink as he looked up. Li Ziwu then slowly added, “If you don’t talk…” He gave a signal to the two thugs standing behind Huang Keji, who immediately lashed out with their whips, striking Huang Keji’s back hard. With the sound of the whip hitting flesh, Huang Keji winced in pain. Li Ziwu gestured, and the thugs stopped whipping him. Li Ziwu chuckled twice and said, "It's not a pleasant experience, is it? Why suffer like this?" He then said to the female agent, "Go and relax our Minister Huang; he's too tense." The female agent immediately flashed a lewd smile and walked towards Huang Keji.

Huang Keji was still feeling the burning pain in his back when he saw the rather attractive woman approaching. His heart tightened; he wondered what kind of torment he was about to suffer. Unexpectedly, the woman stepped in front of him and pressed her large breasts against his body. Huang Keji immediately felt the pleasurable sensation from those mounds of flesh, and his nose was filled with the woman's perfume. He tried his best to control himself and think of other things, but the woman grabbed his crotch and gently kneaded it. The strange sensation made Huang Keji realize how weak his will was. Li Ziwu coldly watched Huang Keji's expression. He knew Huang Keji's will wasn't as strong as his body. Seeing the female agent kneel down, take out Huang Keji's already hard penis, rub it, and put it in her mouth, Li Ziwu smiled smugly. He had his own methods for dealing with male prisoners; his female agents were used both to vent his lust and as tools to seduce male prisoners. Huang Keji, his penis being sucked and manipulated by the woman, couldn't control himself and thrust his lower body, wanting to penetrate deeper into her mouth. Seeing the time was right, Li Ziwu gestured to the thug, who immediately moved in front of the excited Huang Keji, and the woman wisely withdrew. Just as Huang Keji, reveling in pleasure, felt his penis leave the woman's warm lips and tongue, he found his erect penis being gripped in the thug's hand. Even more terrifying, the thug was pushing a thick wire into the glans. "Ah—" Huang Keji struggled desperately, letting out a frantic scream. The excruciating pain lasted only a moment; the wire had only penetrated less than half a centimeter before stopping. Huang Keji stared wide-eyed at his penis in terror, and it was shrinking and softening at an alarming rate. Huang Keji's whole body went limp, and he was covered in a cold sweat. Li Ziwu stood up and walked to Huang Keji, teasingly saying, "The feeling of going from heaven to hell is exciting, isn't it? Actually, this is nothing. I have many more torture methods here that are even more painful." At this point, he suddenly raised his voice and roared, "Will you talk or not? If you don't talk, I'll let you experience them one by one!" Huang Keji was shocked by his voice, his whole body tensed up, and the muscles on his face trembled violently. At this moment, Li Ziwu glared at him fiercely again, and Huang Keji trembled, lowered his head, and groaned dejectedly, "I...I...I'll talk, I'll talk..."

(Chapter 30)

In the lowest cell of the No. 76 underground prison, Xiao Yan groaned as she awoke. The instant she opened her eyes, everything around her seemed to spin; her body felt limp, and many parts of her body ached terribly. She closed her eyes and slowly opened them again. The dim light from the metal lamps hanging in the corridor outside shone through the thumb-thick iron bars of the cell door onto the straw-covered floor. Xiao Yan used her hands to prop herself up, and only then did she realize that her hands weren't handcuffed, but her feet were still in heavy shackles. The pink short cheongsam she was wearing was probably put on her by the agents after the interrogation, but it was torn in several places, and the snaps weren't fastened. However, Xiao Yan didn't care about these things anymore. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, and moved herself to a dark corner of the cell, leaning against the cold stone wall, groaning as she stretched out her legs and hugged her chest. The instant she leaned her head against the wall, humiliation and despair overwhelmed her. Xiao Yan sobbed painfully, tears streaming down her beautiful face. Everything she had experienced in the interrogation room that day replayed in her mind like a nightmare. The agents' frenzied rape and torture were unbearable. The blisters on her legs from the branding were horribly large, the blisters on her right arm from the burns had ruptured, oozing a thick, sticky fluid, and her left breast was throbbing painfully. Between sobs, Xiao Yan peered at her breasts through the half-open neckline of her cheongsam. Her left breast was swollen much larger than usual, the once snow-white skin now covered in dried blood. The several bloody holes made Xiao Yan unable to bear looking any longer. She shook her head unconsciously; she wished she were dead.

Xiao Yan silently watched the light streaming into the cell, vaguely hearing various sounds from the corridor—low moans, desperate cries—all merging into a terrifying melody. She saw her high heels, underwear, and stockings scattered haphazardly on the straw-covered floor. After a while, Xiao Yan slowly bent down and crawled to the other side of the small cell amidst the clinking of her shackles. She picked up the stockings from the floor; the smooth feel of them brought waves of sorrow to her heart. Looking at the iron shackles beneath her feet, she knew she would never need them again. In a daze, Xiao Yan felt the disheveled bra, panties, and stockings in her hands were so glaringly obvious. The image of being humiliated stung her like a scorpion, and Xiao Yan couldn't help but bury her face in her hands holding the stockings and weep bitterly. At this moment, a vicious curse rang out from the corridor outside: "Damn it! What are you yelling about?" With the voice, a figure suddenly appeared outside the cell where Xiao Yan was being held. "So it's you, you little wench, moaning in heat here!" he said, followed by a strange laugh. Xiao Yan raised her face, and in the reflected light, she could barely make out a hideous old man in his fifties with a scarred face and a bulbous nose standing outside the iron gate. Xiao Yan didn't know that this old man was Lai Wu, a notorious figure in the underground prison, known for his defilement of female inmates. Almost every female prisoner imprisoned in the underground prison fell victim to his tyranny. However, his power was limited to the prison grounds; aside from those specifically forbidden from being touched or those not yet interrogated, Lai Wu would find opportunities to abuse them. From the moment Xiao Yan was imprisoned in the underground prison, Lai Wu had been lusting after her.

When Lai Wu noticed Xiao Yan looking at him outside the iron gate, he immediately glared at her with his murky eyes and cursed, "What are you looking at?" He then pulled out a large bunch of keys, picked one out, and, with a lewd grin, opened the door, saying, "You little slut, come and serve your Fifth Master properly." He then burst in. Xiao Yan was horrified to see Lai Wu pull out his limp, lifeless penis from his pants as soon as he entered, tossing it around in his hand. A wave of nausea washed over Xiao Yan. Terrified, she sat on the floor, using her hands to push herself back against the wall, screaming wildly, "No...no...get out!" Lai Wu moved closer to Xiao Yan in the corner, leering, "Scream louder, Fifth Master loves hearing women scream." Xiao Yan's cell was small, so Lai Wu quickly stood in front of her. Looking at the terrified woman, Lai Wu suddenly kicked her hard in the leg. "Ah—" "—" Xiao Yan cried out in pain. Lai Wu chuckled and said, "What are you pretending to be chaste for now that you're here? Tell me! How many times were you beaten during your interrogation this morning?" Xiao Yan wailed and cursed, "You old beast, you…" Before she could finish speaking, her hair was grabbed, and a sharp pain shot through her scalp. Her tear-streaked face was pulled directly in front of Lai Wu's devilish face. "I-am-a-beast!" Lai Wu spat out words reeking of alcohol and stench, speaking to Xiao Yan word by word. Xiao Yan desperately tried to pull away from the old man's hands, but Lai Wu grabbed her long hair and almost lifted her up. "This is my territory, Fifth Master. Whether you're a Communist or a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau or the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, as long as Fifth Master is happy, you can beat me however you want!" With that, a slap landed on Xiao Yan's face. Xiao Yan screamed and felt stars flash before her eyes. Her grip on her hair loosened, and she fell heavily to the floor of the cell.

Lai Wu sneered, pulling Xiao Yan's short cheongsam up to her waist as if catching a rabbit, revealing her scarred abdomen and thighs. After being slapped, Xiao Yan gave up struggling; she knew it was futile and would only drive this beast further mad. Tears streamed down her face as she felt him kneading her abdomen and thighs, roughly digging into her already swollen and painful genitals. Then he began to ravage her breasts, the tortured flesh being brutally violated. Xiao Yan screamed in agony, but soon Lai Wu grabbed her buttocks with one hand and used his fingers to part her swollen, tender labia, pressing his already hard penis against her vaginal opening. Xiao Yan closed her eyes, and then, amidst the burning pain, felt that vile thing enter her body.

Xiao Yan's eyes remained tightly shut, her face deathly pale. Under Lai Wu's fierce and savage thrusts, Xiao Yan's body swayed and trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Her painful and helpless moans echoed in the cell. Half an hour passed, and accompanied by Lai Wu's beast-like howls, he ejaculated his filthy semen deep into Xiao Yan's vagina. With a satisfied and conquering expression, Lai Wu left Xiao Yan's body and straddled her breasts. He brought his semi-erect, dark penis to Xiao Yan's lips and nose and teased her, saying with a wicked laugh, "How does it feel to be fucked? Clean it up for me, or I'll call a few more people to fuck you." Seeing that Xiao Yan did not react, Lai Wu sneered and pinched Xiao Yan's face. Xiao Yan was forced to open her tightly closed mouth in pain, and then the limp penis that made her almost faint was shoved into her mouth. Xiao Yan struggled violently and made whimpering sounds, but Lai Wu shouted excitedly, "You little bitch, that's tough! Let's see how I deal with you!" As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked hard in the waist. "Ah--" Lai Wu cried out in pain and jumped up. He turned his face, about to retaliate, but saw Wu Sibao glaring at him with a cold smile. Lin Meiyin was standing outside the cell, looking at him sideways. Upon seeing the two of them, Lai Wu froze for a moment. The fierce expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a clownish, dry laugh. "Master Wu, Secretary Lin... Lai Wu... Lai Wu..." Before he could finish his stammering words, Wu Sibao gave him a wink. Lai Wu immediately realized that his manhood was still sticking out of his pants. He hurriedly tucked it back in, looking embarrassed and terrified. He lowered his head, unable to speak, completely devoid of the arrogance he had displayed when he raped Xiao Yan.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:32

Infiltration (Thirty-one)

Lai Wu and Wu Sibao were actually quite familiar with each other, but Wu Sibao's expressionless face made him feel uneasy. After all, there was Lin Meiyin, the fearsome person in the 76th Division, outside. Thinking of the agents who were driven to desperation by Lin Meiyin and met a miserable end, Lai Wu felt cold sweat running down his neck. "Master Wu... Secretary Lin... I... I..." Lai Wu had a habit of stuttering when he was nervous, and now he was so nervous that he was incoherent. Wu Sibao secretly laughed to himself, thinking, "This is a rare sight indeed." Thinking of this, he glanced at Xiao Yan lying on the ground and thought to himself, "Damn it, Liu Dazhuang was bragging in my ear this afternoon about how he had dealt with this female assassin, and now even this old guy has gotten ahead of me..." Thinking of this, he wanted to slap Lai Wu.

"Bring her out now!" Lin Meiyin's icy voice rang out in the corridor. Lai Wu seemed startled, his body trembling. Wu Sibao also came to his senses and roared at Lai Wu, "Hurry up and bring out He Xiaoyue, the one who was brought back from Changchun." Upon hearing this, Lai Wu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and repeatedly said, "Yes...yes..." He then ran out of the cell, intending to close the iron door behind him. But at this moment, Lin Meiyin said with obvious anger, "Aren't you going to leave here?" Lai Wu panicked and dropped his keys on the ground. He picked them up in a flustered manner and, without bothering to close the door, ran towards the end of the corridor. As he passed Lin Meiyin, Lai Wu sensed her intense disgust for him. He quickly disappeared into the distance.

After Lai Wu left, Lin Meiyin coldly snorted at Wu Sibao. Wu Sibao, whose eyes were still scanning Xiao Yan, immediately turned around. Lin Meiyin then said coldly, "Hey Wu, are you just standing here taking a break? Why aren't you going with that old geezer to get the people!" Wu Sibao felt very annoyed. "Damn it, that bitch, she brought me here to be her servant." He thought to himself, but Wu Sibao knew he couldn't afford to offend Lin Meiyin, so he forced a smile, agreed, and went down the corridor to the other side of the underground prison.

As soon as Wu Sibao left, Lin Meiyin, feigning leisure, slowly walked to the cell where Xiao Yan was being held. She saw Xiao Yan lying there, seemingly unconscious. Everything below Xiao Yan's waist was exposed: crisscrossing whip marks, oozing yellowish branding, and a swollen, disfigured genital area. All of this filled Lin Meiyin with immense sorrow. As the leader of the Nightingale organization, she had concealed her identity well, and her identity as Boss Zhou's personal secretary was her best shield. Previously, some of her organization's sisters had been captured by the Japanese and ultimately killed. Lin Meiyin could imagine the cruel torture those unfortunate sisters had suffered before their deaths, but she hadn't witnessed it firsthand. Xiao Yan's painful torture that morning and her current miserable state deeply shocked Lin Meiyin. She even regretted sending Xiao Yan on the mission to assassinate Takeda. Lin Meiyin entered the cell and knelt down in front of Xiao Yan. Filled with guilt and pity, she gently stroked Xiao Yan's smooth forehead, softly saying, "Sister will definitely get you out of here." Xiao Yan, presumably unconscious, lay there quietly. At that moment, the faint sound of shackles clanking came from the other end of the corridor. Lin Meiyin sighed, stood up, and quickly slipped out of the cell back to where she had been standing.

Soon, Wu Sibao and Lai Wu brought a young woman with delicate features—wearing a pale white blouse, a black long skirt, white stockings, and black strappy cloth shoes—to the corridor. Lin Meiyin knew that this young woman, who looked to be in her early twenties and wore handcuffs, chains, and shackles, was He Xiaoyue, the assassin of the Wang Jingwei regime's ambassador. Thinking that she would soon be interrogated by Hua Jianxiong, Lin Meiyin felt a pang of sympathy for her. When Hua Jianxiong and Lai Wu brought He Xiaoyue to Lin Meiyin, Lin Meiyin said to Wu Sibao, "Take her away." Then, Lin Meiyin said to Lai Wu, who was standing cautiously at a distance, "You come here." Hearing Lin Meiyin's words and seeing her frosty expression, Lai Wu knew something was wrong, but he dared not disobey her, so he reluctantly walked up to her. As soon as he reached Lin Meiyin, he was slapped across the face with a loud slap. Lai Wu felt a blur of light before his eyes, and just as he was about to beg for mercy, he was slapped again. Lai Wu's legs buckled, and he knelt before Lin Meiyin, begging for mercy. Lin Meiyin stopped and asked, "Did you touch He Xiaoyue?" Lai Wu shook his head and waved his hands, protesting, "How dare I, how dare I! She's a wanted criminal specifically assigned by Boss Zhou. I absolutely didn't touch a single hair on her head." Lin Meiyin sneered, "You still know Boss Zhou? Daring to rape a female criminal in front of me." With that, Lin Meiyin gave a heavy snort. Lai Wu's face turned deathly pale, and he actually kowtowed to Lin Meiyin, pleading... “Lin…Lin…Big…Big…Secretary……I…deserve…death…” Looking at the stammering Lai Wu, Lin Meiyin said disdainfully, “That’s the woman who assassinated Director Hua, isn’t she? From now on, if you dare to touch her again…” Upon hearing this, Lai Wu immediately agreed, “Yes…yes…yes, I…I…don’t…dare.” Hearing this, Lin Meiyin ignored the still begging Lai Wu, glanced at Xiao Yan lying with her eyes closed in the small cell, and left the third basement level.

After Lin Meiyin left, Lai Wu remained prostrate on the ground for a long time, until he could no longer hear the sound of Lin Meiyin’s high heels hitting the ground before standing up. He groaned, cursing Lin Meiyin with the most vulgar words in his heart, but helplessly sighed at his bad luck. Lai Wu locked the iron door of the cell while looking at Xiao Yan's alluring exposed legs, muttering under his breath, "You little slut, I'll have my way with you another time." Then he walked away down the corridor.

A while after Lai Wu left, Xiao Yan slowly opened her eyes. She crawled to the iron bars and gripped them tightly, tears welling in her eyes. She had heard everything Lin Meiyin said when she entered the small cell, and the familiar scent emanating from Lin Meiyin told her that Lin Meiyin was Sister Nightingale. With tears of joy streaming down her face, Xiao Yan said in a voice only she could hear, "Sister Nightingale, Xiao Yan knew you would come to save me."
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:33

(Thirty-two)

In the interrogation room, Hua Jianxiong sat in a chair with his feet on the table, smoking a cigarette with some annoyance. Lin Meiyin sat not far from him, looking preoccupied. The two sat there in silence for a long time, the interrogation room emitting intermittent groans of pain from a woman and the sounds of whips striking flesh. When He Xiaoyue was brought here by Lin Meiyin, Hua Jianxiong was quite surprised by her delicate beauty. Even though he already knew her secret, it was difficult to connect such a frail and beautiful woman with a Japanese spy. During the routine interrogation, He Xiaoyue calmly answered questions about her name and age, which matched the findings of the 76th Special Agent's investigation after the incident. However, when asked who instructed her, He Xiaoyue remained silent. Hua Jianxiong, with a cat-and-mouse mentality, intimidated the Japanese woman, whose real name was Kitajima Shizuka. Although a flicker of fear flashed in her eyes, He Xiaoyue still didn't say a word. Hua Jianxiong knew He Xiaoyue was putting on an act, and severe torture was necessary. True to his nature, he wanted to first enjoy the body of this 19-year-old Japanese woman. This was probably also the wish of the four thugs in the interrogation room, including Wu Sibao. However, Lin Meiyin was there, so Hua Jianxiong gave Wu Sibao a look, signaling him to take He Xiaoyue inside for torture. Wu Sibao, having been with Hua Jianxiong for a long time, knew his intentions. After bringing He Xiaoyue inside, he hung her in the interrogation room and whipped her back and forth.

Lin Meiyin finally broke the silence with Hua Jianxiong. She stood up, walked to his side, and sat facing him on the desk. Lin Meiyin bent one leg, wrapping her hands around her knee, while her other beautiful leg was straight, the tip of her black high heel touching the ground, allowing Hua Jianxiong a glimpse of the alluring shadow at the base of her thigh. Hua Jianxiong felt his blood rushing, but his eyes never left Lin Meiyin's beautiful legs. Seeing Hua Jianxiong staring so brazenly at her thighs, Lin Meiyin laughed and said, "Director Hua, are you not happy to have me here?" Hua Jianxiong didn't answer, but unexpectedly, he placed a hand on Lin Meiyin's calf and gently stroked it. Lin Meiyin trembled slightly at his sudden action, muttering, "You..." and her face quickly flushed red.

However, Lin Meiyin remained in her original position, letting Hua Jianxiong's hands caress her calves. The softness of Lin Meiyin's calves and the smoothness of her stockings pleased Hua Jianxiong. He grasped Lin Meiyin's slender ankle and said with a smile, "Meiyin, why do you always have to pick on me?" He gently squeezed Lin Meiyin's ankle as he spoke. Lin Meiyin chuckled softly at this, glanced at the door of the interrogation room, and then said, "Aren't you afraid the old man will come after you for bullying me like this?" Hua Jianxiong smiled faintly and said, "Don't try to scare me with the old man. First of all, you won't actually go to the old man to complain, and secondly, I'm not as timid as you think." With that, Hua Jianxiong suddenly pulled Lin Meiyin onto him and forcefully kissed her bright red lips. Lin Meiyin felt Hua Jianxiong's kiss was passionate and deep, and her body went limp, but more than that, she felt panicked. Lin Meiyin, with a sudden burst of strength, pushed Hua Jianxiong away and stood up, panting as she backed away. "No...no..." Seeing the surprise on Hua Jianxiong's face, Lin Meiyin clutched her chest, her expression becoming alluring. She glared at Hua Jianxiong and said, "You're really bold. Aren't you afraid the people inside will see and spread it?" Hua Jianxiong turned to look at the wide-open door of the interrogation room and smiled, saying, "Meiyin, you're so charming. I've even forgotten where I am." As he spoke, his eyes scanned Lin Meiyin's body.

Seeing the lustful look in his eyes, Lin Meiyin smiled and walked behind Hua Jianxiong, massaging his shoulders as she whispered, "Jianxiong, are you after my body or...?" Hua Jianxiong comfortably rested his head on Lin Meiyin's firm breasts and asked in return, "What do you think?" Lin Meiyin shook her head with a wry smile, then whispered in Hua Jianxiong's ear, "I can't understand you at all. I don't know why I'm attracted to you!" Hua Jianxiong felt the touch of Lin Meiyin's hair... He brushed her hand against his neck, a surge of tenderness welling up within him. He murmured, "Sometimes I don't even know who I am!" A deep sigh escaped his lips. Lin Meiyin, hearing the weight of his sigh, paused, then walked to Hua Jianxiong, looking at him and saying, "Jianxiong, you seem to have something on your mind. When will we find a place to talk?" Seeing Lin Meiyin's serious demeanor, which seemed so different from her usual arrogant and willful nature, Hua Jianxiong remained silent, rising and walking towards the interrogation room.

Inside the interrogation room, Wu Sibao and another thug were whipping He Xiaoyue, who was hanging vertically in the center of the room. Having been whipped for some time, He Xiaoyue's pale white blouse was covered in welts, some torn, revealing her scarred, snow-white skin. Her black silk skirt was also torn in several places. Hanging so low that only her toes touched the ground, she groaned in pain with each lash from Wu Sibao, struggling to maintain her balance with her cloth-shoe-clad toes to alleviate the pain in her wrists. Wu Sibao felt his lower body was about to explode. The young, student-like woman before him made him want to pounce on her and rape her immediately, but the presence of Lin Meiyin and Hua Jianxiong outside restrained him. However, while hanging He Xiaoyue, he and the other three agents had taken the opportunity to grope her. Without the expected screams, He Xiaoyue silently endured Wu Sibao and his accomplices' lewdness, her eyes tightly closed.

Wu Sibao lashed He Xiaoyue's chest with a whip in a fit of rage, watching her groan in pain as her head snapped back, her shoulder-length black hair flying wildly in the air. At that moment, the thug standing behind He Xiaoyue lashed her back, causing her head to droop forward again. Wu Sibao's eyes were bloodshot; they had been carefully controlling their strength, so He Xiaoyue, despite being tortured for over half an hour, remained conscious—a consistent tactic of Wu Sibao's interrogation methods. Just as Wu Sibao hesitated about whether to change the method of torture, Hua Jianxiong entered, followed by the beautiful Lin Meiyin.

He Xiaoyue, her hair disheveled, tilted her head back, her toes digging desperately into the ground, but this did little to alleviate the pain in her wrists. The places on her body where she had been whipped still ached terribly, but she could endure it all. As a covert operative for the military police, He Xiaoyue believed everything she did was in service of the Emperor. Although she knew this situation would arise when she accepted the mission, she still carried out the assassination of the elderly man who had always trusted her without hesitation, and surrendered to the 76th Division as planned. He Xiaoyue had imagined how the 76th Division agents would treat her—brutal rape, unimaginable torture—until she confessed. But from her arrest to her airlift back to Shanghai, and even before her torture today, the 76th Division hadn't harmed a single hair on her head. This made He Xiaoyue wonder if the military police headquarters had changed its plans and was going to intervene earlier. However, when she was taken into the interrogation room and hung up, mercilessly whipped, she knew she had much more to endure. The moment Hua Jianxiong and Lin Meiyin entered the interrogation room, He Xiaoyue slightly opened her eyes. She saw them beside her arms, which were suspended high in the air. The strange and fierce look in Hua Jianxiong's eyes made her tense. Watching this tall, imposing man approach her, He Xiaoyue felt a strong sense of oppression. She tilted her head back even more violently, but then a heavy punch struck her soft abdomen. The pain caused her head to slump forward abruptly. All her strength vanished with that punch, and her already numb toes gave way. All her weight concentrated on her bound wrists, and her painful groans echoed in the interrogation room.

Hua Jianxiong felt a surge of pleasure watching He Xiaoyue's suffering. He knew she was genuinely acting, but this woman didn't know he was the final director of this charade. Looking at He Xiaoyue's seemingly strong exterior, Hua Jianxiong felt an urge to strip her clothes off and then rape her. He desperately wanted to see what this Japanese woman would look like when she was raped and gang-raped, but Hua Jianxiong didn't want to do so in front of Lin Meiyin. "Sibao, you're getting too lenient!" Hua Jianxiong said, putting his hands behind his back as he walked to a chair in the interrogation room. Hearing this, Wu Sibao understood that Hua Jianxiong was dissatisfied with his lenient methods, and he lowered his head without speaking. "This woman assassinated one of our important officials. How can she reveal the mastermind without severe torture? Put her on the tiger bench!" Wu Sibao and the others immediately sprang into action, taking He Xiaoyue to the tiger bench in the interrogation room and tying her up.

Lin Meiyin stood beside Hua Jianxiong with a slight frown. Having just witnessed Xiaoyan's miserable state, she felt deep sympathy for He Xiaoyue, and she truly hoped that everything here would end soon. Looking at Hua Jianxiong's profile, Lin Meiyin's heart was filled with tenderness. She knew that being with Hua Jianxiong would not end well. On the surface, she was one of Boss Zhou's many women who was favored, but in secret, she was Nightingale, hated to the bone by the 76th Division and the Japanese. Lin Meiyin also felt deeply guilty about Hua Jianxiong being stabbed by Qi Qi. If Hua Jianxiong knew that it was her people who did it, how would he treat her? Moreover, she had once left Hua Jianxiong a Nightingale red handkerchief with the intention of teasing him. Lin Meiyin felt extremely troubled by these thoughts. At this moment, He Xiaoyue's loud groan attracted her attention.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:34

Infiltration (Thirty-Three)

He Xiaoyue on the torture bench was writhing in pain, her chest heaving violently. Wu Sibao had placed three blue bricks under her feet, which were clad in white stockings and black cloth shoes. The intense pain turned her face deathly pale, and sweat quickly beaded on her face, which was contorted with agony. Wu Sibao was viciously interrogating her, demanding that she reveal who was behind it all. When he received no answer, he added another brick to her foot. The excruciating pain in her legs caused He Xiaoyue to scream. But even as Wu Sibao roared at her, demanding a confession, He Xiaoyue remained silent. Wu Sibao shook his head, a smile playing on his lips, repeatedly saying "good," while a large hand pressed down on the insteps of He Xiaoyue's feet, slowly forcing them almost into a straight line with her calves. He Xiaoyue was already in excruciating pain; Wu Sibao's actions made her feel as if her legs were about to break. After a scream and a struggle, her vision blurred, and she collapsed to the side, unconscious.
Hua Jianxiong coldly watched He Xiaoyue's torture, wondering when the woman would finally speak.

Lin Meiyin gently asked him, "Are you planning to interrogate this woman all night?" Hua Jianxiong turned his head and saw the tenderness in Lin Meiyin's eyes. He knew what Lin Meiyin was hinting at. Many thoughts raced through Hua Jianxiong's mind. Lin Meiyin's beauty was very attractive to him, but he still needed to get the evidence he needed from the tortured woman. Moreover, the thought that Lin Meiyin was Boss Zhou's person made Hua Jianxiong somewhat worried, as he still wanted to infiltrate No. 76 safely. Lin Meiyin had already seen the difficulty in Hua Jianxiong's eyes. She didn't know Hua Jianxiong's true thoughts, only assuming that he wanted to get a confession from the woman to report to the old man. Lin Meiyin said to Hua Jianxiong with some displeasure and resentment, "Forget it, I don't want to stay here all night." Seeing Hua Jianxiong stand up with an apologetic look on his face, Lin Meiyin's mood improved a lot. After all, she and Hua Jianxiong had understood each other's intentions in the outer room that night. She smiled at Hua Jianxiong, then reverted to her usual self, mockingly saying, "Once I'm gone, who knows what you'll do to that woman again..." Hua Jianxiong was speechless, but secretly relieved. Lin Meiyin giggled at his reaction and turned to leave.

Hua Jianxiong watched Lin Meiyin's shapely hips disappear outside the interrogation room. Turning around, he saw Wu Sibao and his thugs looking overjoyed. He Xiaoyue, her feet still on the brick floor, her head slumped against his shoulder, already unconscious, looked incredibly alluring to Hua Jianxiong. But he wasn't in a hurry; there was plenty of time. Hua Jianxiong wanted to slowly torture and enjoy this Japanese woman who had offered herself up. "Wake her up, continue the torture!" Hua Jianxiong said, pulling out a Hademen cigarette and lighting it with the red-hot iron from the brazier. Wu Sibao agreed and removed a brick from under He Xiaoyue's feet. Then, one of his thugs grabbed a bucket of cold water and splashed it on the unconscious woman. Hua Jianxiong saw He Xiaoyue's wet shirt and long skirt cling to her body, revealing the outline of her bra. Her already thin black silk skirt clung tightly to her legs. Stimulated by the cold water, He Xiaoyue groaned and awoke. Wu Sibao grinned lewdly and waved two wooden sticks strung together with sharp edges in front of He Xiaoyue's eyes. "Talk or not? If you don't talk, I'll use this thing to crush your big tits, you slut!" He Xiaoyue weakly shook her head, the pain in her legs causing her to groan intermittently. At Wu Sibao's signal, a thug approached He Xiaoyue, grabbed her by the collar of her pale white blouse, and with a scream, ripped it open at the chest, revealing her breasts encased in a white bra. He Xiaoyue stared in terror at the nipple clamps in Wu Sibao's hands, a surge of urge to confess washing over her, but ultimately her gaze hardened. Seeing her reaction, Wu Sibao slapped her across the face, then grabbed her bra and yanked it hard. The broken straps were clutched in his hand, and He Xiaoyue's snow-white breasts bounced, exposed to the air. Hua Jianxiong witnessed all this, desire rising within him. He was about to approach and fondle He Xiaoyue's breasts with their rosy nipples when Li Ziwu appeared at the door of the interrogation room.

"Chief, Huang Keji has confessed." Li Ziwu glanced quickly at the half-naked woman tightly bound to the tiger bench as soon as he entered the room. Hua Jianxiong turned around, his face showing surprise. "Good! That female communist has been caught?" Li Ziwu's face showed unease upon hearing this. Hua Jianxiong frowned immediately upon seeing this and said, "Not caught? Why?" Hua Jianxiong's voice clearly carried dissatisfaction. Li Ziwu lowered his head and said fearfully, "Chief, I immediately took action to arrest her after receiving Huang Keji's message, but when I arrived at Zhou Xueping's hiding place, I couldn't find the woman. However, I discovered that the female communist's luggage and clothes were still there." Hua Jianxiong said upon hearing this, "Send men to guard that place. Maybe the female communist will come back." He then glared fiercely at Li Ziwu and added, "If you don't catch her, don't come back to see me!" Li Ziwu felt very uncomfortable upon hearing this, thinking, "You're interrogating some young woman here, while I'm running around outside, and in the end, you get all the credit, and I still have to put up with your rudeness." Although he thought this, he dared not show any resentment on his face and replied, "Yes, I will definitely bring that female communist to justice." Hua Jianxiong nodded and said, "Zhou Xueping is an important figure in the Communist Party. Be polite to her when you arrest her. If she can cooperate with us, then the remnants of the Communist Party in Shanghai will be easier to deal with." Li Ziwu knew that Hua Jianxiong's intention was to soften Zhou Xueping's stance. Previously, when the 76th Division arrested important figures, they had always tried to appease them first before resorting to force. He nodded and asked, "My subordinates went to arrest people based on clues provided by Huang Keji, but most were a step too late. However, we still managed to arrest five Communist Party members, including two female students. Please instruct us on how to handle them, Chief."

Hua Jianxiong shook his head and said, "These people aren't of much value. You decide what to do. Has that guy surnamed Duan confessed?" Li Ziwu shook his head and said, "We used many forms of torture, but that old guy is impervious to both soft and hard approaches and refuses to confess." Hua Jianxiong sneered and said, "Then continue the interrogation. We must make him talk." Li Ziwu said with some doubt, "Logically speaking, that guy surnamed Duan probably doesn't know the real names of the Communist Party infiltrators. We can only rely on him to identify them or describe their physical characteristics so we can investigate them one by one." Hua Jianxiong hummed in agreement and wanted to say something more, but was drawn to the woman's painful scream. Li Ziwu looked towards the source of the screams and saw a young woman struggling in agony on the tiger bench. Her breasts were deformed and dark red from being clamped between the wooden sticks, while Wu Sibao continued to yell, "Will you confess or not?" while tightening the clamps even more. "Ah--" The woman's screams had become distorted, her once beautiful face was now horribly contorted, and her feet, which were propped up on the blue bricks, writhed in pain. Li Ziwu felt his mouth go dry, swallowed, and thought, "Once I catch Zhou Xueping, I'll use those two female students to vent my anger. Maybe they'll still be fresh meat." Just then, Hua Jianxiong turned around and said unhappily, "What are you still doing here? Go and arrest them!" Hearing this, Li Ziwu left the interrogation room, his belly full of anger.

Beside the tiger bench, Wu Sibao and another thug were intermittently torturing the agonizing He Xiaoyue with nipple clamps, their movements precise and controlled. He Xiaoyue's face was covered in sweat and tears, her screams rising and falling, yet she remained unconscious. Hua Jianxiong walked to the tiger bench and gestured for Wu Sibao to stop. The nipple clamps that had caused He Xiaoyue so much pain were removed. Hua Jianxiong bent down, covering He Xiaoyue's right breast, which was now deformed and covered in purplish-blue clamp marks, and asked with a smile, "Still not confessing?" He then began to knead it forcefully. "Oh—" He Xiaoyue groaned in pain, but didn't utter a word. "This bitch, she really knows how to act like that family!" Hua Jianxiong thought to himself. "Clamp her harder!" Hua Jianxiong shouted to Wu Sibao. Hearing this, Wu Sibao grinned maliciously and approached He Xiaoyue again.

"Ah--" He Xiaoyue's agonizing screams echoed again in the interrogation room. This time, Wu Sibao was very heavy-handed, and He Xiaoyue didn't last long before losing consciousness. A splash of cold water jolted her awake. Hua Jianxiong pulled a red-hot triangular branding iron from the brazier and walked to He Xiaoyue. He Xiaoyue watched in horror as Hua Jianxiong slowly extended the red-hot iron towards her chest. She struggled violently, screaming, "No...no...don't..." "Ah...ah..." The branding iron pressed mercilessly against her left breast. White smoke mixed with the smell of burning flesh rose from beneath it. Hua Jianxiong listened to the sizzling sound of the flesh burning under the iron, watching He Xiaoyue's head violently shake. Her feet, clad in white stockings and black cloth shoes, suddenly stiffened, and then her head slumped to the side, losing consciousness. Hua Jianxiong released the branding iron, and the triangular, dark red charred mark on He Xiaoyue's left breast stood out starkly against her snow-white skin.

When He Xiaoyue was awakened again and saw Hua Jianxiong approaching her with the red-hot branding iron in his hand, she finally couldn't help but scream, "I confess... I confess..." Looking down, He Xiaoyue saw the terrible brand on her breast, and the painful pain still emanated from it. "Finally over..." He Xiaoyue thought to herself, but her hair was grabbed and pulled back, forcing her face upward to face Wu Sibao's fierce face. "Speak! Don't fucking try anything funny!" He Xiaoyue gasped and began to say what she had prepared beforehand.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:35

(34)

He Xiaoyue confessed everything about the organization and purpose of the assassination operation, including the names and addresses of several people she knew, claiming they were secret agents of the Military Intelligence Bureau in Changchun. Hua Jianxiong had never heard of those names before. "Maybe they're fabricated?" Hua Jianxiong was somewhat skeptical of the names' authenticity. "But they might just be peripheral members of the Military Intelligence Bureau; they shouldn't be connected to her, right?" Hua Jianxiong thought of his mistress Yan Yu, who was far away in Changchun, and his brows furrowed slightly. Wu Sibao continued to interrogate He Xiaoyue on the tiger bench, branding her with a red-hot iron, trying to find clues in her expression and answers. Another thug, acting as a recorder, was also quickly jotting down everything He Xiaoyue said. Hua Jianxiong returned to his seat, smoking a cigarette, leisurely watching He Xiaoyue's wonderful performance, plotting how to obtain information about He Xiaoyue's true identity without letting others know. Wu Sibao fussed around on the tiger bench for a long time before finally walking up to Hua Jianxiong and saying, "I haven't found any flaws. Should we interrogate her again, Chief?" Hua Jianxiong shook his head and laughed. "She's probably telling the truth. How many assassinations have Chongqing plotted against our important figures over the years?" Wu Sibao smiled and agreed, "Chief, you're right. Actually, as soon as I heard the negotiating ambassador was killed, I immediately suspected it was the Military Intelligence Bureau." Hua Jianxiong nodded and said

, "Now we can report back to the old man, but..." Hua Jianxiong glanced at He Xiaoyue, who was lying on the tiger bench with her head bowed to her chest, and lowered his voice to the woman who had leaned forward. Wu Sibao, who had just arrived, said, "She probably didn't reveal all the information about the Kuomintang's secret agents in Changchun." Wu Sibao nodded, "That's very likely. Does the Chief mean to continue the interrogation?" Hua Jianxiong then laughed and said, "You've worked hard tonight. You all enjoy that woman. I'll interrogate her alone later." Wu Sibao immediately grinned lewdly and said, "Chief...you go first..." Hua Jianxiong shook his head, patted Wu Sibao's shoulder, and laughed, "Why are you being so polite? I have plenty of time after you're done." He then sat down and started smoking.

Wu Sibao turned to look at He Xiaoyue, who was tied to the tiger bench, and shouted to his men, "Brothers, get this woman down and have some fun..." The thugs immediately grinned lewdly and began to act. Hua Jianxiong watched from the side, finding great pleasure in the fear in the eyes of Beidao Jing, who was using the alias He Xiaoyue. "This Japanese bitch is probably still fantasizing that the military police will arrive in time to rescue her, isn't she?" Hua Jianxiong watched as Wu Sibao and his thugs efficiently untied Kitajima Shizuka from the tiger bench. Her wrists were tied behind her back, and her pale, beautiful face was thrown up onto the torture bed. Wu Sibao chuckled as he ripped off Kitajima Shizuka's wet black dress and threw it aside. The thugs weren't idle either; they reached out and forcefully squeezed and kneaded Kitajima Shizuka's breasts, which were bruised and battered. Kitajima Shizuka couldn't help but groan in pain, but she didn't struggle or resist at all. Then, Wu Sibao also peeled off her white silk panties, which were almost transparent from being soaked in water. After admiring and playing with Kitajima Shizuka's sparsely haired vulva for a while, Wu Sibao spread her legs, took out his already erect penis, and suddenly thrust it into Kitajima Shizuka's body. Kitajima Shizuka opened her mouth wide and let out a scream. At this moment, one of the thugs, unable to contain his lust, jumped onto the torture bed, kneeling on either side of Kitajima Shizuka's head. He pried open her mouth and shoved his foul-smelling penis inside…

Hua Jianxiong watched as Wu Sibao and his thugs gang-raped Kitajima Shizuka, still wearing white stockings and black round-toed strappy cloth shoes. Wu Sibao thrust forcefully, Kitajima Shizuka, her eyes tightly closed, frowned. Because her mouth was also being violated by the thugs, she could only make painful whimpering sounds, and her round, full breasts, bearing bruises from the torture, swayed violently with the force of the rape. Soon, the thug kneeling on Kitajima Shizuka's head ejaculated profusely, filling her mouth with his semen. Then Wu Sibao turned Kitajima Shizuka over and forced her to kneel on the torture bed. Because her hands were tied behind her back, she could only bend over, her beautiful round buttocks raised, her shoulders and head pressed against the torture bed. Wu Sibao thrust again from behind into Kitajima Shizuka's tight vagina, thrusting forcefully. Another thug walked up to Wu Sibao, grabbed Kitajima Shizuka's hair, and pulled her face down to his crotch. The intense pain in her scalp made Kitajima Shizuka scream. Taking advantage of the situation, the thug shoved his penis into her semen-filled mouth. "Ugh—" Kitajima Shizuka groaned in pain, tears streaming down her face.

Wu Sibao thrust faster, and at the moment of ejaculation, he slapped Kitajima Shizuka's buttocks hard, leaving red marks on her white skin. After Wu Sibao left Kitajima Shizuka's body, another thug, who had been waiting nearby, pounced on her, spitting on his glans before bending down and pressing it against her anus. "Ah—" Kitajima Shizuka screamed in agony. Wu Sibao, now fully dressed, heard Kitajima Shizuka's screams, turned around, and laughed, cursing, "Zeng Laoliu, you fucking love taking the dry route, making such a racket!" He then walked over to Hua Jianxiong, smiling obsequiously, and said, "Chief, this woman tastes good." Hua Jianxiong smiled and said, "You've been working for ages, and all you say is that?" Wu Sibao chuckled awkwardly, unsure what to say. Turning back, he saw only Zeng Laoliu still working hard, and cursed, "Damn it, hurry up! Do you want the Chief to watch all night?" Zeng Laoliu immediately intensified his thrusting. Kitajima Shizuka was already weak from the gang rape, her mind hazy, and blood flowed from her anus with each thrust. After a while, Zeng Laoliu finally let out a low growl and ejaculated deep into Kitajima Shizuka's anus.

When Wu Sibao and the others left, following Hua Jianxiong's instructions, they suspended Kitajima Shizuka in a spread-eagle position on the "door"-shaped torture rack. After Wu Sibao and the others left, Hua Jianxiong grabbed Kitajima Shizuka's hair, forcing her head, which had been hanging low, to tilt back. Kitajima Shizuka, weakly panting after being gang-raped, said, "I've told you everything I know, please let me go." Seeing the semen residue at the corner of Kitajima Shizuka's mouth, Hua Jianxiong smiled and said, "You're hoping the Military Police Headquarters will suddenly appear here, aren't you?" Kitajima Shizuka's eyes widened in shock, speechless. After a long pause, she finally managed to say, "You...you are..." Hua Jianxiong released his grip on her hair, gently stroking Kitajima Shizuka's soft breasts, saying, "Who I am isn't important, but I know who you are." He then pinched Kitajima Shizuka's rosy nipples with his fingers. "What do you want?" Kitajima Shizuka asked through gritted teeth. Hua Jianxiong turned and picked up a red-hot branding iron, walking to the rack. He held the iron close to Kitajima Shizuka's branded left breast, and Kitajima Shizuka struggled. "I need you to write a confession. It's very simple; it's about your true identity." Kitajima Shizuka shook her head and said, "I don't have a real identity. I've told you everything I know." Hua Jianxiong sneered and pressed the branding iron against Kitajima Shizuka's left nipple. With a hiss, the smell of burning flesh filled the air with white smoke. "Ouch—!" Kitajima Shizuka screamed in pain. Hua Jianxiong slowly pressed down on the branding iron, feeling the elasticity of her breast through the handle. Seeing Kitajima Shizuka's screams weaken, Hua Jianxiong released the branding iron. Kitajima Shizuka's originally rosy nipple, areola, and the surrounding white skin had turned black. Looking at the panting Kitajima Shizuka, Hua Jianxiong said, "Well? Remembered anything?" Kitajima Shizuka shook her head painfully and pleaded in a low voice, "I really told you everything. Please spare me..." Hua Jianxiong sighed and pressed the still-hot branding iron onto Kitajima Shizuka's right rib. "Ah--" Kitajima Shizuka's scream, now distorted, rang out again.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:36

Infiltration (Thirty-Five)

Hua Jianxiong repeatedly branded Kitajima Shizuka's body with the branding iron, leaving dark red, yellowish-brown marks on her breasts, abdomen, thighs, and buttocks. The interrogation room reeked of the acrid smell of burning flesh. Kitajima Shizuka fainted many times, but was quickly revived by the burning heat of the branding iron. "Kitajima Shizuka, how much more torture are you prepared to endure before writing your confession?" Hua Jianxiong shouted at the agonizing Kitajima Shizuka on the rack. These words made the woman, who was hanging her head and panting like a dead fish, shudder. Hua Jianxiong knew the impact calling out Kitajima Shizuka's name would have on her. With a cold smile, he picked up a red-hot iron bar, squatted down, and swiftly removed Kitajima Shizuka's left black cloth shoe, revealing her delicate foot clad in white stockings. The red-hot iron bar was branded onto the sole of Kitajima Shizuka's white-stockinged foot. "Ah--" Kitajima Shizuka screamed, struggling desperately, but her ankles were firmly tied to the iron ring on the lower left corner of the rack with hemp rope. Hua Jianxiong saw Kitajima Shizuka's feet twisting in pain, and through the white stockings, he could vaguely see her delicate toes clenching and then opening. "You started doing this when you were a little over 15 years old, and you were once commended by the Army Headquarters and the Military Police Headquarters, am I right?" As he spoke, Hua Jianxiong inserted the dark red iron bar into the space between Kitajima Shizuka's left toes. The stockings at the toes instantly charred, and the iron bar seared the tender flesh between Kitajima Shizuka's toes. "Pain... Ah..." Kitajima Shizuka cried out in agony. Everything Hua Jianxiong said was unbearable for her. The feeling of being betrayed and the unbearable physical torture completely broke her down. "No... I'll talk..." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong smiled with satisfaction, stood up, threw away the iron bar in his hand, and lifted Kitajima Shizuka's chin, seeing her haggard face filled with pain and tears.

After being taken off the rack by Hua Jianxiong, Kitajima Shizuka wrote down her true identity and the details of the assassination of the ambassador establishing diplomatic relations, and pressed her fingerprints on it. The branding wounds on her body made her groan from time to time. Lying on her side on the ground, Kitajima Shizuka was covered in wounds, the torture marks standing out starkly against her untouched, snow-white skin. Looking at Kitajima Shizuka, covered in wounds and blood, lying on the ground groaning and crying in only white stockings, Hua Jianxiong's lust rose. He kicked Kitajima Shizuka so that she lay on her back, but he immediately noticed the mess between her legs and the grayish-white residue. Hua Jianxiong shook his head and abandoned his plan to enjoy this Japanese woman. However, how to execute Kitajima Shizuka was a problem that troubled Hua Jianxiong. To be honest, Hua Jianxiong had never been particularly interested in killing, but Hashimoto wanted him to eliminate Kitajima Shizuka without leaving a trace. Looking at Kitajima Shizuka lying on the ground with her eyes closed, Hua Jianxiong found a finger-thick hemp rope and tied it around her wrists in front of her. Then he pulled down a hook from the roof and hooked the rope around her wrists. Using a pulley on the roof, he quickly hoisted Kitajima Shizuka into the air. Because of the intense pain in her wrists, Kitajima Shizuka groaned softly, her eyes filled with fear, and cried out in panic, "What...what are you going to do?" Hua Jianxiong ignored her, spread her legs apart, and secured them with iron shackles connected to iron rings on the ground, so that Kitajima Shizuka was suspended in mid-air in a V-shape. Kitajima Shizuka seemed to sense something was wrong, her whole body trembling as she cried out even louder, "No...please...spare...me, don't...torture me anymore..." Seeing Kitajima Shizuka like this, Hua Jianxiong said, "Torture you?" He then burst into laughter, approaching Kitajima Shizuka's battered body. He grabbed her breasts, which were branded raw and torn like rotten peaches, and began to knead them roughly. "It hurts—" Kitajima Shizuka wailed, her head swaying. Her breasts were sticky, covered in blood and yellow fluid. Hua Jianxiong's hands were soaked after a few kneads; he could feel Kitajima Shizuka's muscles trembling from the intense pain.

"Commander Hashimoto wants me to kill you discreetly. How do you think I should kill you?" Hua Jianxiong whispered in Kitajima Shizuka's ear, wiping the blood from his hands on her white stockings. Kitajima Shizuka's eyes suddenly widened, and she struggled violently, her already pale face turning ashen. "How could this be? How could this be?" Kitajima Shizuka suddenly cried out, realizing what was happening. At that moment, Hua Jianxiong took a dark red, thumb-thick branding rod from the charcoal brazier and walked towards her. Kitajima Shizuka saw the rod slowly being brought between her legs and knew what he was about to do. Her muscles stiffened with tension, but surprisingly, she made no sound, only sobbing, biting her lower lip, closing her eyes, and turning her face to the side, seemingly resigned to her fate and prepared to endure the cruelest torture.

Kitajima Shizuka's unusual expression made Hua Jianxiong stop, preventing him from inserting the dark red branding rod into her delicate lower body. Perhaps because Kitajima Shizuka had given up resisting, Hua Jianxiong found it difficult to do so. If it weren't for needing Kitajima Shizuka's written confession, Hua Jianxiong would have already handed her over to Wu Sibao or Liu Dazhuang. A mere hint would have been enough for Kitajima Shizuka to be tortured to death in agony, and he never liked doing things like torturing female prisoners. Kitajima Shizuka gritted her teeth and waited a while, then opened her eyes to see Hua Jianxiong looking at her strangely. She looked at him with pleading eyes and began to cry.

Looking at Kitajima Shizuka's weak state, Hua Jianxiong sighed inwardly and made up his mind. After putting the branding stick back into the brazier, he slowly removed the long stocking from Kitajima Shizuka's right leg. The stocking was light and thin, yet extremely elastic. Hua Jianxiong saw that Kitajima Shizuka's untortured right foot was small and white, and couldn't resist holding and playing with it for a while. Then he folded the stocking in half, walked behind Kitajima Shizuka, and wrapped the long stocking around her ivory neck. Kitajima Shizuka already knew that Hua Jianxiong was going to strangle her. She struggled to turn her head, looking at Hua Jianxiong with terrified eyes, trying to say something, but she didn't get a chance to speak. At this moment, Hua Jianxiong tightened the stockings.

Hua Jianxiong forcefully strangled Kitajima Shizuka's neck with the stockings. After a while, the pain of suffocation caused Kitajima Shizuka's body to struggle violently. Her face turned purple with pain, she made strange noises, and she lost control of her bladder, urine flowing down her snow-white thighs. Finally, the struggle stopped, and Kitajima Shizuka's head slumped limply against her chest. Hua Jianxiong waited a while before letting go. After confirming that Kitajima Shizuka was dead, he removed the stockings from her neck and threw them in front of Kitajima Shizuka's hanging body.

Hua Jianxiong moved to the front of Kitajima Shizuka's body, grabbed her hair and pulled it back. He saw that Kitajima Shizuka's once beautiful eyes were still open, lifeless, and there was some white foam at the corner of her mouth. Hua Jianxiong released his grip, and Kitajima Shizuka's head slumped down again as if severed. Hua Jianxiong touched the confession in his pocket, shook his head, and walked out of the interrogation room. He knew that once he left, special agents would come to clean the interrogation room, and Kitajima Shizuka's body would be quickly and secretly disposed of. Moreover, the body of a beautiful woman like Kitajima Shizuka would probably not escape the wanton humiliation of those petty agents responsible for cleaning the interrogation room and destroying evidence. Thinking of this, Hua Jianxiong turned back to look at Kitajima Shizuka's still hanging naked body, feeling somewhat puzzled as to why he had been so lenient today.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:43

Infiltration (Thirty-Six)
Hua Jianxiong returned home and went straight to sleep. He hadn't had a good night's sleep for the past few days, so he planned to sleep until noon the next day. But just as he was sound asleep, the jarring ring of the phone on his bedside table woke him. Slightly annoyed, Hua Jianxiong picked up the receiver, glancing at the time—it was only a little past 7 a.m.

The excited voice of Li Ziwu came through the receiver: "Chief, Zhou Xueping, the Party Secretary of the District Committee, has been arrested!" Hua Jianxiong, who was about to explode, perked up upon hearing this news and shouted into the phone, "Good, I'm coming right away!" He then hung up, got dressed, and went out.

When Hua Jianxiong rushed to Office 76, Li Ziwu was already waiting at the door. Since it was still early, Liu Mei and Wang Fengyan hadn't arrived yet. Hua Jianxiong took out his key and opened the door. Before he could even ask a question, Li Ziwu said excitedly, "My men and I secretly lay in ambush near Zhou Xueping's hiding place, guarding her all night. We finally waited for her to return, and as soon as she entered, we broke down the door..." Hua Jianxiong was already sitting in his leather chair, lighting a cigarette. After listening to Li Ziwu's detailed account of the capture of Zhou Xueping, he praised Li Ziwu greatly and then asked, "Where is she being held now?" Li Ziwu replied with a smile, "I remembered the commander's instructions and treated Zhou Xueping with great courtesy. I didn't even put any handcuffs on her. She's been settled in my office, and two women are watching her." Hua Jianxiong nodded and said, "Bring her here, let me see her." Li Ziwu readily agreed and jogged out of the office.

A while later, Zhou Xueping was led to Hua Jianxiong's office by Li Ziwu and two female agents. When Hua Jianxiong first saw Zhou Xueping, dressed in a light blue sleeveless cheongsam, appearing at the office door, he couldn't help but admire her mature beauty. As Zhou Xueping slowly entered the office, Hua Jianxiong scrutinized this female secretary of the Communist Party district committee, now in his grasp, with even greater focus. Zhou Xueping's hair, styled in a glossy black bun, radiated a resolute expression on her beautiful face. Her arms, exposed outside the sleeveless cheongsam, were fair and delicate. The slit in the cheongsam revealed glimpses of her sexy thighs, her feet clad in black mid-heeled shoes, her full breasts, and her slender waist all captivated Hua Jianxiong. He also recalled Zhou Liping's photograph, noting that the two did indeed resemble each other somewhat. Seeing Zhou Xueping already standing in the room, Hua Jianxiong immediately stood up and smiled at her, saying, "A pleasure to meet you, a pleasure to meet you. It is truly an honor to see Miss Zhou's beautiful face today." Seeing that Zhou Xueping remained expressionless and still didn't look at him, Hua Jianxiong smiled again and said, "Miss Zhou, at such a young age, you've already managed to hold such a position within the Communist Party; it's truly remarkable." Then, Hua Jianxiong changed the subject, saying, "I think Miss Zhou is a sensible person, and I hope you will cooperate with us." At this moment, Zhou Xueping, who hadn't looked at Hua Jianxiong at all, turned her gaze to him, revealing a contemptuous sneer, and then squeezed out a few words from the corner of her mouth: "Traitor! Don't even think about it!" Hearing these words, Hua Jianxiong felt a surge of anger rise to his head, veins bulging on his forehead, but he still managed to suppress his anger, coughed twice, and then laughed again, saying: “Miss Zhou, you have a fine character. But you should know what kind of place 76 is. You should think carefully about the consequences for a beautiful woman like you if you don’t cooperate with us.” Hua Jianxiong, for some reason, became excited as he spoke, feeling a growing urge in his genitals. With Li Ziwu and two female agents present, Hua Jianxiong returned to his desk to conceal this embarrassing physical change.

Meanwhile, Zhou Xueping remained calm. Last night, after reporting the situation to the municipal party committee leaders, they held an emergency meeting and instructed her to evacuate as soon as possible. She rushed back at dawn, intending to pack her things, notify Lao Ren to evacuate, and then leave Shanghai. However, upon returning to her hideout, the door was flung open and a large group of agents rushed in, led by Gou Ming, whom she had met before. To Zhou Xueping’s surprise, the agents who arrested her didn’t tie her up. Although they all looked at her lewdly from head to toe, they were outwardly very polite, even suggesting she take some luggage. Zhou Xueping was still somewhat flustered when the agents stormed in. For a moment, she wondered if Huang Keji had betrayed her or if she had been tailed on her way back. But none of that mattered anymore. Zhou Xueping quickly calmed down, picked up her pre-packed small leather suitcase, and was led to No. 76 by Li Ziwu.

"So, Miss Zhou, are you willing to cooperate with us?" Hua Jianxiong's voice reached Zhou Xueping's ears. From the moment she saw Hua Jianxiong, Zhou Xueping already knew who this man with a dignified appearance was, trying to persuade her. She had seen Hua Jianxiong's photo before at a municipal party committee meeting; it was a side profile photo of Hua Jianxiong secretly taken by the party's anti-espionage team. Hua Jianxiong was a notorious traitor in No. 76, and his hands were stained with the blood of communists. The anti-espionage team had long blacklisted him, but several operations had failed.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's expectant expression, Zhou Xueping met his gaze with disdain and said coldly, "Cooperation? You want me to betray my comrades?" Zhou Xueping turned her face away and said resolutely, "Don't even think about it!" Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong finally couldn't hold back and jumped up, but then he tried his best to restrain himself, slowly lowering his hand that was raised to slam the table, and smiled, saying, "I think Miss Zhou should think it over before giving me an answer." Just then, Liu Mei's alluring figure appeared at the office door. Seeing the unyielding Zhou Xueping standing in the office, a barely perceptible pain flashed in her eyes. Zhou Xueping looked somewhat like her sister, and Liu Mei knew that the beautiful young woman in front of her was the Zhou Xueping she had never met before. Liu Mei's heart was full of sorrow, but her face remained cold and expressionless. She nodded to Hua Jianxiong but ignored Li Ziwu standing to the side.

"There's nothing to consider. Don't even think about getting Party secrets from me!" Zhou Xueping's resolute voice echoed in Liu Mei's ears. Hua Jianxiong, losing patience, turned to Li Ziwu and said, "Take Miss Zhou away and let her think about it alone." Hearing Hua Jianxiong's words, Zhou Xueping glanced coldly at Liu Mei, who had walked to Hua Jianxiong's side, and calmly walked out under the watchful eye of the female agent. Li Ziwu looked at Hua Jianxiong and followed Zhou Xueping.

Hua Jianxiong, now seated, laughed heartily. "Do you know who that woman was?" Before Liu Mei could answer, Hua Jianxiong continued, "She's the Communist Party's district committee secretary, a big fish!" His expression changed, and he said with a vicious look, "We must get valuable intelligence from her!" Liu Mei smiled at him and asked, "When do you plan to interrogate this woman, Chief?" Hua Jianxiong took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair, and said, "I won't give her much time to consider." He then remembered the shopkeeper Duan he had arrested yesterday and frowned, saying, "I wonder which useless person Li Ziwu arranged to interrogate that person who contacted the Communist spy; there's still no result." Liu Mei's heart raced upon hearing this, but she remained silent. Hua Jianxiong looked at Liu Mei and said, "Go check on the situation over there now, and tell those guys not to slack off." Liu Mei nodded and went out. As

soon as Liu Mei left, Hua Jianxiong checked the time; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. He picked up the phone on the table and dialed. The call was to Xiao Hong's home. The call was quickly answered. "Hello," Xiao Hong's soft voice came through the receiver to Hua Jianxiong's ears. A gentle expression appeared on Hua Jianxiong's face, but he didn't speak. He simply tapped the receiver rhythmically with his fingers. Hearing Xiao Hong's excited shouts from the other end, Hua Jianxiong hung up. He knew Xiao Hong already knew who he was. To prevent anyone from eavesdropping, Hua Jianxiong used a pre-arranged method to inform Xiao Hong that he would be visiting her that night.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:45

(Chapter Thirty-Seven)

Liu Mei returned to the office not long after, her face pale, followed by two shirtless agents in a flustered manner. Hua Jianxiong knew something must have happened when he saw this. Before he could even ask, a spy stammered, "Chief... Chief... that... that Duan guy... he's... dead..." Upon hearing this, Hua Jianxiong's brows furrowed instantly. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, stubbing out his cigarette as he roared, "Dead? What happened? You killed such an important prisoner?" Seeing Hua Jianxiong's furious expression, the spy couldn't utter a word. At this moment, Liu Mei, whose face hadn't yet recovered, softly said, "It was suicide." "Suicide?" Hua Jianxiong's brows furrowed even more deeply. Liu Mei then recounted the events of the interrogation room in detail.

When Liu Mei entered the interrogation room, she found Lao Duan, strapped to the wall in a spread-eagle position, already a bloody mess from torture. His naked body was covered in whip marks, branding wounds, and cuts; one of his legs had been broken off with a tiger bench and was swollen to the size of a bucket. Most humiliating for Liu Mei was the sight of two bricks dangling from Lao Duan's penis, while the thugs branded it with red-hot iron bars. Lao Duan's screams nearly made Liu Mei want to flee this bloody place immediately, but she restrained herself and, in her usual tone, ordered the thugs to stop. Lao Duan gasped for breath for a while before finally managing to lift his head and look at Liu Mei, who was wearing a dark blue short-sleeved cheongsam, with bloodshot eyes. At that moment, Liu Mei's heart pounded with anxiety; she worried that Lao Duan might reveal himself in his dazed state. But to everyone's surprise, Old Duan, his mouth dripping with blood, laboriously said, "This one today is a real beauty! Last night's was far inferior." He then burst into laughter. Liu Mei was stunned by Old Duan's words; she couldn't believe he could say such a thing at a time like this. At that moment, a thug whipped Old Duan's face, cursing, "That old bastard is cunning! He played us for a fool last night, practically killing Li Rong, and then said nothing."

Liu Mei immediately understood that Li Ziwu had used a female spy to seduce Old Duan last night, but had made a bad deal. The thug stopped after lashing out a few times. Just as Liu Mei was about to speak, Old Duan suddenly boomed, "I've lived enough! To see such beauty before I die, I have no regrets!" Hearing this, Liu Mei sensed something was wrong, especially the resolute look in Old Duan's bloodshot eyes as he stared at her, a chilling premonition rising in her heart. "Quick..." Liu Mei only managed to utter one word before seeing Old Duan's head sway forward, then he slammed his head against the stone wall with all his might. With a loud "bang," the back of Old Duan's head struck the hard wall, accompanied by the sound of his skull cracking. Liu Mei was horrified to see the wall smeared with red blood and white brain matter. At that moment, Liu Mei let out a short scream, her heart filled with pain. She knew Old Duan had committed suicide for her sake. Hearing Liu Mei's scream, the thug who had been stunned finally snapped out of it, frantically checking his heartbeat and rolling his eyes, but it was too late.

After Liu Mei finished recounting what she had seen and heard, Hua Jianxiong walked up to the two terrified thugs. He slapped one of them twice, yelling, "Useless trash, get out of here!" The two thugs immediately covered their faces and fled. Hua Jianxiong sighed, turned around, and hugged Liu Mei, saying, "Don't be afraid. I shouldn't have asked you to go." He gently patted Liu Mei's back. Liu Mei had gradually calmed down. Hua Jianxiong rarely held her so tenderly. At this moment, Liu Mei suddenly felt like crying. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Jianxiong, I want to go inside and rest for a bit." She then gently pushed Hua Jianxiong away and went into the inner office.

Watching Liu Mei's beautiful figure disappear behind the door, Hua Jianxiong sensed that Liu Mei was acting strangely today. "That Duan guy's suicide attempt… sigh…" Hua Jianxiong sat back down in his chair, feeling troubled. Liu Mei came out shortly after going in, somewhat embarrassed, and said to Hua Jianxiong, "Chief, that scene was truly terrifying..." Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. He smiled at Liu Mei and said, "Are you feeling better now?" Then he frowned and said, "With that Duan guy dead, the trail to track down the Communist spies lurking within our ranks has been cut off." He sighed and stared at Liu Mei's face. Seeing no unusual change in her expression, he continued, "However, Zhou Xueping is the Communist Party's district committee secretary. With her around, she might help me find out who that mysterious 'Feng' is." As he spoke, Hua Jianxiong kept his eyes fixed on Liu Mei's beautiful and sexy face. Liu Mei remained cold and aloof, not even blinking.

Hua Jianxiong felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. To be honest, he had been bothered by Liu Mei's request to spare Zhou Liping's execution, and he couldn't shake his suspicions about her. Today, the shopkeeper Duan, who had met with Feng, suddenly committed suicide after Liu Mei went to the interrogation room, which only intensified Hua Jianxiong's already cautious and suspicious nature.

"With your abilities and methods, Director, I believe Zhou Xueping will definitely cooperate with us. Then that spy will naturally have nowhere to hide," Liu Mei said, her voice as cold as ever. Hua Jianxiong nodded, reached out and pulled Liu Mei, who was not far from him, onto his lap. While stroking Liu Mei's back, he teased, "Why are you always so cold?" He then brought his nose to Liu Mei's fair neck, inhaling her faint fragrance, and softly said, "I wonder what 'Feng' looks like. Li Ziwu said she's probably a woman. I think she might be a beauty like my secretary Liu." As he spoke, Hua Jianxiong's hand moved to Liu Mei's breasts, kneading them through the smooth silk cheongsam. "If I find her, do you know how I'll deal with her?" Hua Jianxiong said, turning Liu Mei's face from the side to face him, observing her with a fierce gaze. Liu Mei's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes closed, her full breasts heaving as she breathed heavily, clearly already lost in desire. Seeing Liu Mei's state, Hua Jianxiong frowned, feeling his efforts had been in vain. However, a smile appeared on his face as he gently patted Liu Mei's cheek, saying, "Wake up, go do your work." Liu Mei finally opened her eyes after a while, giving Hua Jianxiong a longing look before standing up and asking shyly, "Chief, what...what did you just say?" Hua Jianxiong smiled wryly, about to speak, when the office door opened and Lin Meiyin walked in happily.

Hua Jianxiong nodded at Liu Mei, who didn't say anything more or pay attention to Lin Meiyin staring at her, and walked out, gently closing the door behind her. At this moment, Lin Meiyin turned around and said in a mocking tone with a half-smile, "You and your Secretary Liu are really in high spirits, aren't you? Sweetening up in the office so early in the morning, but leaving me with a dead body in the interrogation room." Her face showed anger as she said this. Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong knew that Lin Meiyin had gone to the interrogation room first and seen Kitajima Shizuka's body. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Those bastards, why haven't they cleaned up that place yet?" Then Lin Meiyin said in a light tone, "Your men are outrageous, not even sparing a dead body, doing filthy things to that woman's corpse… I taught them a lesson for you." Hua Jianxiong grunted and looked at Lin Meiyin with a questioning gaze. Seeing Hua Jianxiong's nervousness, Lin Meiyin laughed again and said, "It's nothing, just fired a shot randomly and accidentally hit one of them." "Oh," Hua Jianxiong responded casually, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff. “That kid’s probably in the hospital by now, he shouldn’t die,”

Lin Meiyin added. Hua Jianxiong smiled, “He’s just lucky.” He then gave Lin Meiyin’s body, wrapped in a blue floral cheongsam, a look that would make most women uncomfortable. Lin Meiyin blushed at Hua Jianxiong’s gaze, while Hua Jianxiong wondered to himself, “Where would she keep her gun?” His eyes roamed over Lin Meiyin’s body again, but he couldn’t find the answer. “Don’t look at me like that, okay?” Lin Meiyin said shyly. Hua Jianxiong nodded thoughtfully, laughed, and patted his head, saying, “You come here like you’re here to interrogate me.” He stood up, walked to Lin Meiyin, and pulled her into his arms. The intoxicating fragrance wafted from Lin Meiyin’s hair to Hua Jianxiong’s nose. Just as he felt Lin Meiyin’s warm, jade-like body, she struggled to escape from his embrace. Hua Jianxiong stared in surprise at Lin Meiyin, whose face was flushed. Lin Meiyin, feeling both apologetic and shy, leaned closer to Hua Jianxiong, nestling against him, and softly said, "I don't like this, in a place like this..." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong smiled and said, "It's my fault..." Lin Meiyin shook her head, stopping Hua Jianxiong from continuing. After a long silence, Lin Meiyin slowly said, "The old man is here, waiting for you. Come with me to see him." She then gave Hua Jianxiong a complicated look, turned, opened the door, and left. "The old man is here again," Hua Jianxiong sighed, his heart heavy, and followed Lin Meiyin out.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:46

Infiltration (Thirty-Eight)

In the old man's office, Hua Jianxiong always felt a sense of oppression. Lin Meiyin stood behind the old man's seat, her fair arms crossed over her chest, making her already full breasts appear even more prominent. What Hua Jianxiong found most unbearable was that he could feel Lin Meiyin's provocative gaze, as if she were testing his courage. Hua Jianxiong remained expressionless, but he could feel sweat slowly seeping from his body. The old man, unable to see Lin Meiyin behind him, continued to fiddle with the jade ring on his finger while saying to Hua Jianxiong, "It doesn't matter that woman is dead. As long as we get her confession, that's good enough. This way, I can give my superiors an explanation." At this point, the old man fixed his eyes on Hua Jianxiong and said: "I heard you arrested a key Communist figure?" Seeing Hua Jianxiong nod, the old man continued, "Not bad, not bad, but..." He then took a cigarette from his pack, lit it with the light Lin Meiyin offered, and let the smoke drift from his nose. He took a sip of tea before slowly saying, "Our most important enemy right now is Chongqing, and only secondarily the Communists."

Hua Jianxiong nodded, "Understood." The old man grunted and said, "The Chongqing side knows us inside and out." "They've repeatedly assassinated our high-ranking officials, sabotaging Chairman Wang's indirect approach to national salvation. This time, the assassin who killed the ambassador for establishing diplomatic relations was from Chongqing, and now we have confessions and leads. We must, no matter what, wipe out the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics in Changchun." The old man snorted and added, "Moreover, sending people to Changchun is also a way of showing the Japanese and Manchukuo how seriously we take this matter; they've been keeping an eye on us." Hua Jianxiong nodded repeatedly in agreement, then asked, "Does the boss mean we should send people to wipe them out?" The old man shook his head. "Immediately telegraph the list that woman confessed to to Changchun, and tell them to arrest her. But we need to send someone to participate, hoping to get clues about the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' intelligence organizations in Shanghai." Hua Jianxiong nodded and said, "I will immediately send the list to Changchun via coded telegram and arrange for a capable person to go."

The old man then shook his head and said, "Last time we cooperated with Changchun, there were problems; the ambassador for establishing diplomatic relations was assassinated. This time, you should go; I don't trust anyone else." Hua Jianxiong's heart sank. To be honest, he really didn't want to go to Changchun now. However, the old man had already made his decision, leaving no room for negotiation. Just then, the old man seemed to notice something and asked, "Jianxiong, is there some difficulty?" Hua Jianxiong hurriedly replied, "I'll be leaving for Changchun tomorrow." The old man smiled with satisfaction and said, "Come back as soon as you've finished your business there. Arrange capable people to interrogate that Communist, and try to make a breakthrough." Hearing the old man mention the Communists, Hua Jianxiong thought of Zhou Xueping's beautiful face and felt a pang of regret that he didn't have time to interrogate this beautiful woman himself. "Go ahead and do your work," the old man said indifferently. Hua Jianxiong got up, bowed, and left, carefully closing the door behind him. In that instant, he saw through the crack in the door that Lin Meiyin, at the old man's signal, was sitting on his lap...

Back in his office, Hua Jianxiong called Liu Dazhuang and asked him to prepare, to select two capable agents to go to Changchun with him the next day. Liu Dazhuang was flattered and overjoyed to be able to accompany Hua Jianxiong on this business trip, and left happily. Next, Wu Sibao was summoned. Hua Jianxiong assigned him to interrogate Zhou Xueping. Wu Sibao was clearly pleased with this cushy assignment, but also raised a question: "Director, you're leaving, what about Li Ziwu… Deputy Director Li…?" Hua Jianxiong knew Wu Sibao was worried that Deputy Director Li Ziwu would interfere, and sneered, "If that brat dares to interfere, tell him to get lost! Just say it was me who said it!" Wu Sibao felt much more at ease, and with a meaningful smile, said to Hua Jianxiong, "Director, you're leaving tomorrow. I wonder if you should personally interrogate that woman today and teach her a lesson."

Hearing Wu Sibao's words, Hua Jianxiong's mind was filled with the image of Zhou Xueping's dignified and beautiful face, and her figure perfectly accentuated by her cheongsam and high heels. He was genuinely tempted. However, Hua Jianxiong reluctantly dismissed the idea. As a section chief, he couldn't change his mind just to rape a woman, especially since there were more important things waiting for him to do. "This beauty is yours now, consider it a reward. Interrogate her thoroughly and get some results." Hua Jianxiong then thought of Zhou Liping, "That woman's sister is also in our hands; we must make good use of her." Wu Sibao, feigning gratitude, grinned sinisterly and said, "Chief, she will cooperate with us." After

dismissing Wu Sibao, Hua Jianxiong called Liu Mei in and told her he was going to Changchun immediately. Liu Mei's cold, beautiful face showed surprise. Hua Jianxiong, looking at Liu Mei's long, stockinged legs revealed through the slit of her cheongsam, couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to come with me?" Liu Mei hesitated, shaking her head, "I'd rather not go. If I leave, no one will handle things here. Feng Yan isn't familiar with these matters." Hearing Liu Mei's words, Hua Jianxiong thought it best to let her stay at home, so he instructed her to arrange for the list of Changchun Military Intelligence personnel obtained from Beidao Jing to be transmitted to Changchun via coded telegram. After Liu Mei left, Hua Jianxiong put his feet up on the desk and started smoking. A moment later, Wang Fengyan, wearing a peach-colored high-slit sleeveless cheongsam and peach-colored high heels, walked in. As soon as she entered, Wang Fengyan half-squatted beside Hua Jianxiong, nestled her head on his lap, and whispered in a slightly resentful voice, "I heard from Sister Liu that you're going to Changchun tomorrow..." Hua Jianxiong smelled the mature woman's fragrance emanating from Wang Fengyan, and his heart stirred. He could feel the woman's attachment to him. He smiled, cupped Wang Fengyan's face in his hand, and carefully admired her sensual red lips and alluring eyes. "You're coming to Changchun with me tomorrow," Hua Jianxiong said. Wang Fengyan smiled brightly, making her already beautiful face even more radiant.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:47

Infiltration (Thirty-Nine)

Xiao Hong spent the entire day in excitement and joy. After receiving Hua Jianxiong's call in the morning, she canceled all her planned arrangements. The wait was long. Sometimes Xiao Hong would walk in the villa's small garden, and sometimes she would call Amei over to chat. Seeing Xiao Hong's undisguised happiness, Amei's eyes sparkled with a playful light as she asked, "Is he coming?" Xiao Hong laughed, "You little devil, you're so clever." Hua Jianxiong had come here more than once or twice. Amei was the only person besides Xiao Hong who had seen his face. As Xiao Hong's confidante, Amei controlled the key to the small gate in the backyard of the villa, and Hua Jianxiong always entered the villa from there. Finally, it got dark, and Amei also went to the backyard, looking somewhat excited. Before leaving, she winked her bright eyes at Xiao Hong.

Looking at the time, it was not yet 7 o'clock. Xiao Hong began her meticulous preparations, determined to greet Hua Jianxiong in her most perfect form. After bathing, she returned to her bedroom and changed into an exquisite light blue silk lingerie set, complete with matching garters and flesh-colored stockings. She then draped a thin, transparent gauze over her shoulders and gazed at herself in the mirror. She looked incredibly alluring; even without makeup, her beauty was ethereal. Her rosy lips, straight nose, and bright, clear eyes sparkled with maturity and charm. Her noble yet sensual aura was something most women lacked, and all of this belonged solely to Hua Jianxiong, whom she deeply loved. Looking in the mirror, thinking of Hua Jianxiong's imminent arrival, Xiao Hong felt her face flush. In a daze, she felt as if she were a woman waiting for her husband to return home after a long absence—a wonderful feeling. Perhaps after this chaotic world ended, she could become Hua Jianxiong's wife, Xiao Hong thought, smiling dreamily at herself in the mirror.

It was late at night when Hua Jianxiong arrived at the small iron gate in the villa's backyard. The door was open, and Amei had been waiting there for who knows how long. But as soon as Hua Jianxiong appeared, she greeted him with a smile and welcomed him in. Hua Jianxiong nodded to her. Because his hat was pulled down low, Amei could only see the lower half of his face. She playfully pointed to the window with the light on upstairs in the villa. Hua Jianxiong went into the villa without saying a word, leaving Amei staring blankly at his back, twirling the end of her braid with her fingers.

Pushing open the slightly ajar door, Hua Jianxiong quietly entered. Through the pink gauze curtains covering the bed, he saw Xiao Hong leaning against the headboard with her eyes closed. The hazy effect of the curtains, combined with Xiao Hong's sexy attire, instantly quickened Hua Jianxiong's heartbeat and made him breathe faster. He tossed his hat aside and went to the bedside. Xiao Hong's feet, clad in pink high-heeled slippers, peeked out from under the bed. Hua Jianxiong knelt down and gently ran a finger along the instep of Xiao Hong's right foot, which was covered in stockings. The stockings were thin, and although the room's warm lighting was dim, Hua Jianxiong could still see the faint blue veins against her fair skin. He gently removed the pink high-heeled slippers, and Xiao Hong's small, soft, and delicate foot was held in his hands.

From the moment Hua Jianxiong gently touched her foot, Xiao Hong had already woken up. Although love and excitement surged through her like a tidal wave, she restrained the urge to get up and throw herself into Hua Jianxiong's arms. Hua Jianxiong's hands were so gentle, his breathing so familiar. Her feet were being caressed and kissed by him, a tingling yet blissful sensation. At that moment, she knew she was Hua Jianxiong's goddess!
Hua Jianxiong's hands moved upwards from Xiao Hong's feet, down her calves encased in stockings, her rounded knees. He loved the smooth feel of the stockings. With each caress, Xiao Hong let out a soft moan. Seeing the flush on her beautiful face and the glimpses of her alluring body beneath her white silk dress, Hua Jianxiong's desire erupted like a volcano.

Xiao Hong's eyes were slightly open as she watched her beloved man clumsily and frantically remove her clothes, revealing his strong body. The powerful erection on his body made her weak all over. When Hua Jianxiong's heavy body pressed down on her, kissing her passionately, his hands caressing every inch of her skin, pulling off her light blue bra and sexy panties, and exploring her most mysterious and tender parts with his fingers, Xiao Hong felt a suffocating pleasure, as if her soul was being squeezed out of her body. Hua Jianxiong's love was so intense and brutal. In her hazy consciousness, Xiao Hong felt her legs being parted, and then Hua Jianxiong's hot member entered deep into her body. Xiao Hong moaned with pleasure. ...

Hua Jianxiong thrust in and out, Xiao Hong's tight, moist vagina and her soul-stirring moans bringing him endless pleasure and satisfaction. With Xiao Hong's tacit and obedient cooperation, he changed positions to enjoy her flawless body. When he began to convulse and ejaculate into Xiao Hong's body, Xiao Hong's body also convulsed. She hugged Hua Jianxiong tightly and cried out...

The bed curtains had been hung up, and Hua Jianxiong, covered with a thin blanket, leaned against the headboard. Xiao Hong closed her eyes and nestled in his arms, immersed in happiness and tranquility. After a long pause, Xiao Hong asked in a gentle voice, "Is the wound on your leg from the assassination attempt?" Hua Jianxiong nodded, the pained expression on Xiao Hong's face when she saw his scar resurfacing. He said, "It wasn't serious, it's already healed... You came to No. 76 to see me?" "Your secretary, Liu, told you, didn't she?" Xiao Hong smiled. Hua Jianxiong nodded gently and said, "Liu Mei said a female reporter from a newspaper came to see me, and I knew it was you just from her description of you... Don't come again, No. 76 isn't suitable for you."

Xiao Hong nodded and whispered: “I saw that assassin being tortured beyond recognition by your men… I really feel sorry for her.” Hua Jianxiong smiled and said, “You’re always so soft-hearted.” Xiao Hong sighed and said with some melancholy, “Lately, I’ve had a bad feeling. I’m worried that one day my identity will be exposed…” Hua Jianxiong was taken aback, then laughed, “How could that be! Don’t think like that. You’re not directly involved in intelligence work, and I’m here.” He added gently, “I won’t let anyone hurt you!” Xiao Hong felt a surge of warmth at his words. At this moment, Hua Jianxiong got up and took out Kitajima Shizuka’s confession from his clothes, showing it to Xiao Hong and instructing her to pass its contents on to Chongqing. He then told Xiao Hong about Kitajima Shizuka and their trip to Changchun the next day. Hua Jianxiong glossed over the torture of Kitajima Shizuka, but Xiao Hong, seeing the bloodstains on the confession, knew that the woman must have suffered terribly and was unable to bear the torment to write such a thing. “I will send this intelligence back soon,” Xiao Hong said, placing the confession on the corner of the bed. Hua Jianxiong smiled and said, "The few Changchun Military Intelligence personnel that Beidao Jing confessed to are mostly peripheral personnel controlled by the Japanese. They shouldn't implicate any important figures. It's a waste of effort for the old man to send me this time." Xiao Hong laughed sweetly, "Is it that big traitor Zhou Fohai?"

Hua Jianxiong nodded with a smile and said, "That's him. You laugh so easily. I was a little nervous when I saw him. That old guy... hehe." As he said this, Hua Jianxiong reached out and kneaded Xiao Hong's soft breasts. Xiao Hong giggled and leaned against Hua Jianxiong, saying: "Does the matter of the Changchun Military Intelligence Bureau need to be reported to Chongqing?" Hua Jianxiong lifted the thin blanket covering himself, admiring Xiao Hong's alluring body still clad in garter belts and flesh-colored stockings. He shook his head and said, "The arrest of the Changchun Military Intelligence Bureau was an order directly given to me by Zhou Fohai. If this matter is leaked, I can forget about working at the 76th." Xiao Hong wanted to say something, but at this moment she felt Hua Jianxiong's hard lower body pressing against her stockinged legs. Then Hua Jianxiong rolled over and pressed down on her. Xiao Hong instantly forgot everything worldly and was immersed in boundless love and pleasure.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:49

(Forty)

Just as Hua Jianxiong was still fully enjoying the pleasure that Xiao Hong's body brought him, Liu Mei, exhausted, had just returned to the Xianghe Apartment. After bathing, Liu Mei lay on the soft bed wearing only black silk panties and a bra. She covered herself with a clean silk quilt, the comfortable feeling of her skin against the fabric making her feel much more relaxed. The bra's tight fit around her full breasts felt special; although most women would remove their bras before sleeping, Liu Mei was used to wearing one. The entire day had been filled with inner turmoil for Liu Mei. Zhou Xueping's arrest had caused her immense anxiety. Zhou Xueping hadn't been rescued yet, and now Huang Keji, the traitor, had emerged. Seven or eight comrades had been arrested and imprisoned because of his defection, but most importantly, Zhou Xueping had fallen into the clutches of the 76th Division. Lao Duan's suicide also caused Liu Mei immense pain. The thought of Lao Duan banging his head against the wall to avoid being exposed made her regret listening to Hua Jianxiong and going to the interrogation room; perhaps then Lao Duan wouldn't have committed suicide.

After get off work, Liu Mei didn't go home. Instead, she went to all the interrogation rooms at No. 76. To her relief, she didn't see Zhou Xueping, but she knew it was only a matter of time before Zhou Xueping was tortured. In one of the interrogation rooms, Liu Mei unexpectedly encountered Li Ziwu, who was torturing two young female college students who had been arrested that day. The traitor Huang Keji was beside him, acting as a shameless accomplice. One of the female students was hung upside down with her legs spread apart, and the thugs were whipping her from both sides. Her genitals and snow-white thighs were covered in blood and white semen. Clearly, she had been brutally deprived of her virginity. Her painful groans echoed in the interrogation room as she was whipped. Meanwhile, the other female college student, who had already fainted, was being raped by two agents at the same time. Liu Mei glanced at him and left, but unexpectedly, Li Ziwu followed her, greeting her with a fake smile and asking her to put in a good word for him with Hua Jianxiong. However, Liu Mei could clearly see anger and vicious resentment in his eyes. Liu Mei knew that Li Ziwu had gone to Dingmo Village to curry favor because of Zhou Xueping and had been reprimanded by Hua Jianxiong. She ignored Li Ziwu and left. Later, she met Wu Sibao, who was beaming, downstairs from the building where Zhou Liping was being held. Wu Sibao greeted her respectfully as soon as he saw her. Liu Mei knew that Wu Sibao, who appeared to be a big, burly man, was actually notoriously vicious, so she carefully dealt with him. After asking a few questions, she learned that his smug expression was because Hua Jianxiong had handed Zhou Xueping over to him for interrogation, and Zhou Xueping was being held downstairs from Zhou Liping. Wu Sibao originally came here intending to persuade Zhou Xueping to cooperate with him, but after loitering outside for a while, he changed his mind, went to Zhou Liping's door, peeked inside, and then came down. Liu Mei didn't say much to Wu Sibao before returning to Hua Jianxiong's office, where she stayed alone, thinking about how to rescue the Zhou Xueping sisters, but she still hadn't come up with a perfect plan by the time she left No. 76.

Lying in bed, Liu Mei was in turmoil. She recalled Hua Jianxiong's repeated probing attempts on her. Although she had handled each situation well, giving him no further clues, she knew danger was closing in. Thinking of Hua Jianxiong filled Liu Mei with complex emotions. He was special; Liu Mei always felt a unique charm about him that had made her fall deeply in love with him without realizing it. But his identity was that of a notorious figure in the 76th Division, a traitor hated by the Chinese people. Yet, on several occasions, Liu Mei sensed Hua Jianxiong's pain and anger regarding her identity. She could never truly understand him; perhaps this was Hua Jianxiong's eternal mystery. Hua Jianxiong seemed to harbor deep hatred for communists, a traitor evident in his ruthless and passionate methods of arresting, interrogating, and even executing them. Liu Mei knew that if her true identity were exposed, Hua Jianxiong would arrest her without hesitation. Previously, when she was intimate with Hua Jianxiong, she had tested him. Hua Jianxiong's cold response chilled her heart and plunged her into even stronger lust. She enjoyed being tortured by Hua Jianxiong; the pleasure that came from the pain was irresistible. She even hoped that she would fall into Hua Jianxiong's hands and be tortured by him. Thinking about all this, Liu Mei felt intensely hot and dizzy. She pulled the blanket off herself, feeling much better, but her mind kept drifting between Zhou Xueping and Hua Jianxiong's cold-blooded appearance. The two female college students she'd seen being tortured by Li Ziwu in the interrogation room that afternoon also appeared in her chaotic thoughts. Gradually, Liu Mei's eyelids grew heavy, and her consciousness became hazy…

A violent thud echoed as the door was slammed open, followed by a loud crash. All of this made Liu Mei abruptly sit up from the soft bed. Before she could do anything else, all the lights in the room were turned on. The glaring light made Liu Mei close her bewildered eyes, unable to adjust. She only had time to see several figures rushing towards her before someone grabbed her hair and dragged her from the bed to her knees on the floor. Liu Mei cried out, "Who are you? What do you want?" No one paid her any attention. Her arms were twisted behind her back, and her wrists were handcuffed together with cold handcuffs. The handcuffs were so tight that the excruciating pain in her wrists made Liu Mei groan. Then, the person took out a pair of 20-pound death row shackles and fastened the heavy shackles to Liu Mei's two ankles, then locked them with iron locks.

Liu Mei vaguely sensed something. At this moment, her handcuffed arms were lifted up, and the intense pain made Liu Mei lean forward so much that she almost touched the ground. She struggled to lift her head to see who these people were, but she could only see the legs of the person standing in front of her. "Lift her face." A familiar voice reached Liu Mei's ears, and then her hair was pulled back. Her scalp and shoulder joints hurt terribly, but Liu Mei's face was forcibly pulled up. What came into her view was Wu Sibao, the one she usually found insidious, with a smug look on his face. At this moment, Liu Mei felt her heart sink. She realized her predicament, but also wondered how No. 76 had discovered her identity. Wu Sibao then said in a leisurely voice, "Secretary Liu, hehe, didn't expect that, did you?" Liu Mei suppressed her inner turmoil and shouted, "Wu Sibao, what are you doing? Let me go! Jianxiong won't let you off if he finds out." Wu Sibao snorted and laughed loudly, "Miss Liu, stop pretending. That little girl Zhou Liping has told you everything. I never thought that our famous cold beauty from the Special Agent Headquarters would actually be a Communist spy."

At this point, Wu Sibao chuckled sinisterly, "It was all an accident. Tonight, we interrogated Zhou Liping thoroughly, and that bitch actually betrayed our Secretary Liu. Sigh—an unexpected accident." Liu Mei suddenly felt as if her heart had been ripped out. Ever since she revealed her identity to Zhou Liping, she had always felt uneasy. She never expected that Zhou Liping, who had endured torture at Liu Dazhuang's hands without betraying her, would actually betray her. Liu Mei groaned, but clinging to her last hope, she shouted, "Wu Sibao, you dare to use torture and inmates to frame me? The Director will uncover the truth!" Wu Sibao sneered and said, "I was also afraid that I was framing Secretary Liu, so I came to the Director overnight... I wouldn't dare touch a hair on your head without the Director's instructions!" As he said this, Wu Sibao stepped aside, and Liu Mei saw Hua Jianxiong appear before her.

"Jianxiong!" Liu Mei felt all her strength drain away, a familiar heat burning through her body. Hua Jianxiong squatted down in front of her. Liu Mei saw his gaze roam over her body, which was only covered by a black bra and silk panties. She pleaded with him, "Jianxiong, tell them to leave, let me... put on some clothes." Hua Jianxiong looked at Liu Mei expressionlessly, then slapped her hard across the pale face. "Smack—" Liu Mei felt stars flash before her eyes, her mouth filled with a metallic taste, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. "You slut!" Hua Jianxiong gritted his teeth and cursed, "Stop talking nonsense, tell me everything you know!" Hua Jianxiong's tone made Liu Mei's heart ache terribly, but she still firmly shook her head. Hua Jianxiong suddenly stood up, his hateful voice giving Liu Mei a strange sense of pleasure mixed with fear. "Take her back and interrogate her tonight." Hua Jianxiong's voice seemed distant and indistinct, but Liu Mei still heard the rest of his words: "As long as she doesn't die, you can use any means necessary to pry her mouth open."
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:51

(Forty-one)

When Liu Mei, barefoot and wearing heavy shackles, with her hands cuffed behind her back, was led into Hua Jianxiong's familiar interrogation room, the left shoulder strap of her bra had already slipped down to her arm, exposing most of her snow-white, round breasts and rosy nipples. Her black silk panties were also pulled up one side higher than the other. On the way back, Wu Sibao brazenly molested her, kneading and probing every private part of her body. Liu Mei struggled and screamed in vain. Hua Jianxiong disappeared at some point, but from that moment on, the initial surge of desire and pleasure vanished, replaced by shame and pain. Wu Sibao's groping hands disgusted her, but his words during her resistance made her wish she were dead: "Secretary Liu, do you know how many people in 76 want to kill you? You're usually as cold as ice. I want to see if you'll still be like that when you're gang-raped by several men. I really want to hear what kind of lewd screams Secretary Liu will make when she's being raped." As he said this, Wu Sibao even inserted his fingers into Liu Mei's genitals, then pulled them out and sniffed them strangely, looking completely intoxicated.

As soon as Liu Mei stepped into the interrogation room, she was pressed down onto the table by thugs. One thug pressed down on her shoulder, making her upper body press tightly against the table. Then, her sexy black panties were ripped open from behind. Liu Mei gritted her teeth to keep from making a sound. She knew that the lewd rape had begun. When Wu Sibao entered her body from behind, panting, tears dripped from the corners of her eyes onto the table. Her vagina burned with pain from the rape. The violent impact made her body move back and forth on the table. The thugs on one side were also rubbing and touching her back, buttocks, legs, and even feet. In a daze, she also saw Liu Dazhuang and Li Ziwu in the interrogation room. Liu Mei looked at the chair behind the table, which Hua Jianxiong often sat in. At that moment, she remembered that Hua Jianxiong often sat there smoking and leisurely directing his subordinates to carry out the torture when interrogating female prisoners. Liu Mei closed her tear-filled eyes, calling Hua Jianxiong's name in her heart. Everything no longer felt so painful; the world became unreal. Liu Mei was somewhat astonished to see herself being raped by Wu Sibao, even seeing the large penis rapidly entering and exiting her tender vagina. After Wu Sibao finished, trembling, she was dragged to the ground and forced to kneel. Liu Dazhuang pinched her face and shoved his ugly penis into her forcibly opened mouth…

The gang rape continued for an unknown amount of time. After the first round, the second round began. The spies… Overcome with excitement, Wu Sibao raped Liu Mei in every imaginable way. The exceptionally brutal gang rape caused Liu Mei to faint many times, but she was quickly awakened by even more brutal methods. She didn't know when the gang rape finally ended, and Liu Mei found herself lying on her side on the cold ground, her hands still cuffed behind her back. Her swollen vulva, torn anus, full breasts, snow-white thighs, and beautiful feet were all visible. Her face was unusually pale, and her mouth was filled with the foul-smelling semen left by the thugs. Wu Sibao didn't give her a chance to catch her breath before the cruel interrogation began.

The whip left dark red welts on her naked body; the tiger bench creaked as it pressed down on her leg bones; the iron slivers pierced her toes, drawing blood; the red-hot branding iron left bleeding marks on her breasts and thighs… One torture after another was inflicted on Liu Mei. Though she screamed, struggled, and repeatedly fainted only to be revived by cold water, she strangely felt no pain whatsoever. Liu Mei wondered if she was already dead. She found herself watching her thugs torture her to the point of near death, feeling no physical pain, yet utterly empty inside. Just when she truly believed she was dead, Hua Jianxiong's figure appeared in the interrogation room. It was as if his soul had returned to her body. Liu Mei immediately lost that surreal feeling. In that instant, the intense pain and weakness caused by the torture suddenly returned. Liu Mei groaned, and at the same time, a strong desire spread from her heart to every part of her body. She excitedly watched Hua Jianxiong approach her with a strange smile, holding a sharp knife. Then, an irresistible fear caused her body, bound tightly in a spread-eagle position, to tremble violently.

Hua Jianxiong's familiar face suddenly became blurry. Liu Mei looked down and saw Hua Jianxiong forcefully pinching her scarred left breast. The sharp knife in his hand slowly began to cut upwards from below her breast. The skin below her breast immediately rolled back, and bright red blood stained Hua Jianxiong's hand along the blade. Liu Mei first felt a tidal wave of pleasure, followed by unbearable pain from her chest. "Jianxiong—" Liu Mei screamed in agony, overwhelmed by the excruciating pain and ecstatic pleasure. She tried to see the expression on Hua Jianxiong's face, but it had become increasingly blurred. He continued to cut forcefully. Liu Mei's left breast was finally severed from her body, dripping blood, and Hua Jianxiong casually threw it on the ground. When her almost charred right breast was also cut off, Liu Mei felt her uterus contracting. The overwhelming pleasure overwhelmed her, making her numb to all pain. She groaned, her hair being pulled by Hua Jianxiong, her face forced downwards. Liu Mei saw two large, still-flowing holes in her chest, the blood staining her writhing abdomen and then dripping down her white legs like earthworms. The blood-red dagger was slowly approaching her already soaked vulva. He thrust the knife in hard, and Liu Mei screamed. Her vagina and even her whole body spasmed. The unprecedented pleasure made her cry uncontrollably, but that feeling lasted less than a second. "Hahaha---" A laugh terrified Liu Mei, and she realized that Li Ziwu was standing in front of her with a sinister smile. He was holding the handle of the knife that had been plunged into her lower body. All the pleasure vanished.

Humiliation, fear, and sorrow made Liu Mei feel like she was in hell. Her eyes were closed, and she couldn't see anything. She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound. The discomfort made Liu Mei struggle frantically. "Ah---" Finally, Liu Mei heard her own desperate scream. Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself lying on her soft bed at home, the bedside lamp emitting a soft, orange light. Liu Mei remained motionless for a long time, panting. She could feel her own heartbeat. After a while, she finally realized that everything that had just happened was just a terrible dream. As Liu Mei shifted her body slightly, she felt the sheets near her lower body were very wet. She touched her genitals and found them slippery and wet. Liu Mei realized she had reached a powerful orgasm in her dream. She felt somewhat exhausted and panicked. She clearly remembered everything in the dream: the pleasure Hua Jianxiong had inflicted on her and the shame and fear when Li Ziwu appeared. This made Liu Mei breathless again. Liu Mei got out of bed, looking around the familiar room with some confusion. After a while, she slowly walked barefoot into the bathroom.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:53

(Forty-two)

Wu Sibao felt very good today. After seeing Hua Jianxiong and his group off at the airport in the morning, he returned to No. 76. From yesterday to today, he has been thinking about how to do the job Hua Jianxiong assigned him well. Zhou Xueping's dignified and beautiful face and her alluring figure outlined by the cheongsam kept flashing in his mind. Hua Jianxiong entrusted such an important and beautiful woman to him for interrogation, which made Wu Sibao extremely happy. At the same time, based on his experience, he also knew that a Communist with Zhou Xueping's identity would definitely be a tough nut to crack. However, Wu Sibao was also very confident in himself. He would slowly destroy Zhou Xueping's will both physically and mentally, and finally obtain valuable information.

Sitting in Hua Jianxiong's interrogation room, Wu Sibao felt a sense of unease. This was the first time in years he'd used the room alone. Earlier that day, before boarding his plane, Hua Jianxiong had reiterated his instructions, urging him to find a breakthrough through Zhou Xueping and eliminate the remaining Communist forces in Shanghai. To Wu Sibao's surprise, Hua Jianxiong told Liu Mei, who had come to see him off, "My interrogation room is for Sibao's use. He'll be in charge of the entire interrogation. You must cooperate fully." While Wu Sibao was initially delighted, he noticed that Hua Jianxiong's gaze towards Liu Mei seemed different than usual, while Liu Mei remained cold and silent. However, it was just a fleeting feeling, and Wu Sibao didn't dwell on it.

Wu Sibao propped his feet up on the large table in front of him; he remembered Hua Jianxiong sometimes doing this as well. The feeling of being in control excited Wu Sibao. He never experienced this feeling normally, but now, sitting in Hua Jianxiong's seat, he felt it. He controlled everything here, especially the fate of a beautiful woman. Thinking of this, Wu Sibao smiled sinisterly and said to his trusted confidant Li Degui, who was standing to the side, "You can begin inside." Li Degui smiled obsequiously and said, "Yes, brother." He then went into the torture chamber and shouted a few words. Afterward, the painful groans of a woman reached Wu Sibao. Wu Sibao enjoyed the sound. Leaning back in his chair and squinting, he said to Li Degui, who had rushed out, "You can bring that woman here now."

The woman's moans in the interrogation room rose and fell, occasionally turning into sharp screams and indistinct cries. Wu Sibao faintly smelled a burnt odor. He could imagine the young woman's pain inside. Everything was going according to plan. He wanted to give Zhou Xueping a shock during her first interrogation, so he sent Li Degui to select a female prisoner. This woman was young and pretty. She was one of the two female college students Li Ziwu had arrested based on clues provided by Huang Keji. It was said that they had been tortured by Li Ziwu all night but hadn't confessed anything. When the woman was dragged in naked, she looked at him with hateful yet weak eyes, but Wu Sibao returned her anger with lewd eyes. The woman's body was covered in purplish-red whip marks, scorched yellow brand marks, and bruises. Her small but pointed breasts were covered in blisters and blood, especially her right breast, which was swollen and much larger than the other. What excited Wu Sibao the most was the dried bloodstains on her snow-white inner thighs. Judging from her age and the bloodstains on her thighs, this woman had been gang-raped, and she should have been a virgin when she was arrested and brought to No. 76.

"Ah---" The woman's scream made Wu Sibao feel a strong urge in his lower body. He impatiently pulled out a pistol from his waist and played with it. He cocked it, uncocked it, and the pistol made a crisp clicking sound. At this moment, he heard the pleasant sound of the woman's high heels hitting the ground. "The sound of this woman walking is really fucking wonderful." Wu Sibao thought to himself, and Zhou Xueping's beautiful figure appeared in front of the interrogation room door. Wu Sibao watched as Zhou Xueping slowly walked into the interrogation room, pushed by the agents behind her to stand in front of the table. The disdain and composure in Zhou Xueping's eyes made Wu Sibao feel very uncomfortable. He squinted and carefully examined the mature and beautiful female Communist in front of him. The light blue sleeveless cheongsam outlined Zhou Xueping's mature figure. Wu Sibao was already imagining the snow-white flesh under Zhou Xueping's cheongsam, especially the luster of Zhou Xueping's flesh-colored stockings and black high heels under the light, which made Wu Sibao have the urge to rush over and touch them.

Just as Wu Sibao was lost in his fantasies, a woman's piercing scream echoed from the interrogation room. Wu Sibao quickly looked into Zhou Xueping's eyes, but to his disappointment, there was no panic or fear in them. The screams grew louder, eventually turning into hoarse howls. At that moment, Wu Sibao saw Zhou Xueping look towards the interrogation room, but her eyes held only concern, nothing he hoped to see. Wu Sibao knew that this seemingly delicate and beautiful woman standing before him was stronger than he had imagined. "Miss Zhou, this place is not suitable for a beautiful woman like you," Wu Sibao said, observing Zhou Xueping as she calmly turned her gaze to him, her eyes so indifferent and serene. “You should know why we invited you here. I think Miss Zhou had better cooperate with us, otherwise…” Seeing that Zhou Xueping still didn’t react, Wu Sibao continued, “Otherwise, the woman inside will be you, Miss Zhou.” As he spoke, Wu Sibao tilted his head, and Li Degui went into the interrogation room. A moment later, he dragged a woman covered in blood out of her hair.

The woman was already in a semi-conscious state, and when Li Degui dragged her to Zhou Xueping’s feet, she was still making incoherent groans of pain. Li Degui grinned and said, “If you don’t cooperate with us, you’ll end up like this in a moment!” As he spoke, he kicked the young woman between the legs, and the woman curled up in pain, whimpering. Zhou Xueping blushed, revealing an angry expression. Two words burst from her pearly teeth and red lips: "Beast!"

Wu Sibao shook his head, knowing that his intimidation tactics were completely ineffective against a female Communist like Zhou Xueping. He first signaled Li Degui to remove the half-dead woman from the ground, then sighed and said, "Miss Zhou, do you know? I've always been very interested in and skilled at interrogating female prisoners, especially beautiful and strong ones like you. I will torture and enjoy every part of your body inch by inch until you break down!" Saying this, Wu Sibao waved his hand and said, "Take her in!"
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:54

Infiltration (Forty-Three)

Liu Mei was alone in Hua Jianxiong's room. Today, her mind was in turmoil. The meaningful look Hua Jianxiong gave her before boarding the plane that morning and the terrifying and stimulating dream from last night kept replaying in her mind. What unsettled Liu Mei wasn't the sense of impending danger, but rather the fact that she knew Zhou Xueping had been in the interrogation room with Wu Sibao for quite some time. Having been in the 76th Division for a long time, Liu Mei knew the tragic consequences for a woman taken to an interrogation room. She knew that Zhou Xueping was perhaps being tragically humiliated by Wu Sibao and his men, or perhaps being subjected to cruel torture. Liu Mei hadn't had direct contact with Zhou Xueping, and she didn't know if the seemingly beautiful and delicate Zhou Xueping could withstand the mental and physical torment.

Hua Jianxiong's departure presented an opportunity to rescue the Zhou sisters, which was why Liu Mei hadn't gone to Changchun with him. However, even with Hua Jianxiong gone, getting a living person out of the 76th Division would be extremely difficult. Liu Mei considered various methods in her mind, but none seemed reliable. Number 76 had two gates, a front gate and a back gate, both heavily guarded. In addition, there was a ten-foot-high wall topped with barbed wire. Although there was no electricity, it would be difficult to climb over without special tools. Liu Mei knew that by fabricating a reason or forging a document signed by Hua Jianxiong, she could likely deceive the guards and get the Zhou sisters out of Number 76. However, this would expose her identity, forcing her to move with the Zhou sisters. Liu Mei sighed softly, rejecting the plan in her mind. She couldn't abandon her mission to rescue Zhou Xueping; Liu Mei knew her value as an infiltrator at Number 76.

Liu Mei walked to the chair where Hua Jianxiong usually sat. Seeing the familiar furnishings on the table reminded her of Hua Jianxiong. He always gave her a strange feeling. Although he always appeared shrewd, cold, and enthusiastic about investigating, arresting, and interrogating anti-Japanese and anti-puppet activists, the annoyance and anger he inadvertently revealed when no one else was around were vividly remembered by Liu Mei. Hua Jianxiong seemed very sensitive to words like "traitor," "lackey," and "national sellout." The anger, helplessness, and deep sorrow he displayed after Zhou Liping denounced him as a traitor suddenly became clear in Liu Mei's mind. At that moment, Hua Jianxiong seemed more real. Suddenly, a thought arose in Liu Mei's mind: perhaps deep down, Hua Jianxiong didn't want to wear the label of "traitor" forever, but rather, due to the deep-seated problems, he had gone further and further down this path. Liu Mei knew that Hua Jianxiong, Ding Mocun, and others were Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB) agents who had broken with the Kuomintang (KMT) in Chongqing by following Wang Jingwei. The KMT had repeatedly sent assassins to eliminate them, and Hua Jianxiong had consequently arrested and executed many KMT MIB and Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) underground agents. Thinking of this, Liu Mei felt a glimmer of hope, but Hua Jianxiong's almost fanatical arrests, tortures, and massacres of Communist underground agents weighed heavily on her heart. She frowned and shook her head, feeling somewhat naive for even trying to win Hua Jianxiong over. Liu Mei smiled bitterly, then regained her usual coldness. She walked towards the door, deciding to first check on Zhou Xueping in the interrogation room before making any further plans.

After arriving in Changchun, Hua Jianxiong was received by Tang Shuqiang, a high-ranking agent of the puppet Manchukuo regime, and taken to the puppet military headquarters on Xinmin Road. After meeting with relevant officials, Tang Shuqiang took him to a villa-style apartment next to a secret prison in the northern suburbs of the city. Tang Shuqiang and Hua Jianxiong chatted and laughed all the way. They had drunk together several times during Hua Jianxiong's previous visits to Changchun, so they were quite familiar with each other. After sitting in the apartment for a short while, Hua Jianxiong left Wang Fengyan to rest there and took Liu Dazhuang to a nearby secret prison.

This secret prison wasn't large; within a walled courtyard stood two three-story gray buildings side-by-side. Outside the courtyard walls were several villas, and some soldiers carrying guns patrolled the area. As soon as Hua Jianxiong entered the courtyard, he faintly heard various painful howls and groans. Hua Jianxiong smiled and said to Tang Shuqiang, who was leading the way, "Looks like you've had quite a haul, brother." Tang Shuqiang replied with some pride, "This is all thanks to Brother Hua's intelligence. Last night I sent men to arrest them overnight, conducting surprise interrogations. This morning, we caught several more." At this point, Tang Shuqiang sighed and said to Hua Jianxiong with a face full of gratitude, "Last time, your ambassador was assassinated, and I was shoved by a group of petty people, almost ruining my career. This time, Brother Hua's intelligence has truly helped me a great deal. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know, and I, Tang Shuqiang, will go through fire and water for you." Hua Jianxiong suddenly understood; no wonder Tang Shuqiang had been so warm and friendly towards him throughout the journey. Smiling, he said, "You're too kind, you're too kind." As they spoke, the two entered the gray building. Looking around, Hua Jianxiong saw numbered interrogation rooms lining the corridor, and various screams of pain emanated from the half-open iron doors.

Tang Shuqiang led Hua Jianxiong through each interrogation room; without exception, male prisoners were being tortured by several thugs using various cruel methods. Hua Jianxiong counted seven people in total. Tang Shuqiang then led Hua Jianxiong up to the second floor, smiling and saying, "Those downstairs aren't anything special; this floor has some women." With that, Tang Shuqiang pushed open the door of an interrogation room, and Hua Jianxiong saw a naked young woman hanging spread-eagled on a frame, two thugs whipping her battered body. Tang Shuqiang shook his head and said, "Truly stubborn and incorrigible." As he spoke, he led Hua Jianxiong to the second interrogation room. A young woman who looked like a student was being forced to kneel on the edge of the torture bed, and a thug was raping her from behind. Hua Jianxiong saw that the woman's still somewhat childish face was covered with tears, and her snow-white thighs were covered with blood, whip marks, and branding wounds. Tang Shuqiang then chuckled sinisterly, "This little woman is a teacher's college student. She came in last night very stubborn, still a virgin, and her vagina is very tight. It took me half a day to deflower her. I didn't expect her to still not speak." Hua Jianxiong felt excited upon hearing this. Tang Shuqiang then pulled Hua Jianxiong out of the interrogation room and said with an ambiguous smile, "Brother Hua, are you interested in personally interrogating a criminal?" Before Hua Jianxiong could speak, Tang Shuqiang continued with a smile, "This morning at the train station, I unexpectedly caught a beautiful woman. Her looks and figure are truly captivating. Brother Hua, come with me." Hua Jianxiong became interested upon hearing this and followed Tang Shuqiang to the innermost interrogation room.

This was the deepest interrogation room in the second-floor corridor. The iron door was tightly shut, with only a sliver of light filtering through the crack at the bottom, making it completely silent. Tang Shuqiang, with a mysterious smile, took out a key and opened the iron door. Led by Tang Shuqiang, Hua Jianxiong entered and saw a woman suspended in mid-air, her head bowed, her long, flowing hair obscuring her face. She was completely naked, except for torn flesh-colored stockings and black high heels. The woman's feet, clad in black high heels, were hoisted off the ground. Even in the dimly lit interrogation room, the whip marks on her snow-white skin were visible, and her full breasts were covered in blood, her nipples swollen and purplish-red, indicating she had been subjected to breast torture. Bloodstains and dampness were visible on her inner thighs' stockings; based on Hua Jianxiong's experience, this likely indicated torture or brutal rape of her genitals. The woman remained motionless, seemingly unconscious. Aside from these injuries, the woman's body was relatively unharmed. Although Hua Jianxiong hadn't seen her face, he was captivated by her voluptuous figure and snow-white skin, a beauty enhanced by torture. He noticed her dark blue silk cheongsam and black undergarments draped over the torture bench, and a change began to stir within him.

Tang Shuqiang circled the unconscious woman, pinched her round buttocks, and said, "This morning, my brothers were staking out their traitor at the train station. Soon enough, the guy told us he'd seen this woman before, so my brothers caught her." With that, Tang Shuqiang grabbed the woman's hair and lifted her drooping head. Hua Jianxiong glanced at her and froze. It was the face of a pale, beautiful, mature woman with tightly closed eyes. Hua Jianxiong recognized her; she was his mistress, Yan Yu, an intelligence agent for the Military Intelligence Bureau's Changchun station. Hua Jianxiong's mind raced, considering that if he concealed his relationship with Yan Yu, she might implicate him if she couldn't withstand the torture. Fortunately, Yan Yu only knew his identity within the 76th Division.

However, the Japanese and the old man are always very suspicious, so if…” Hua Jianxiong felt a bit stuffy. “How’s that? This woman isn’t honest even after coming in here, insisting she’s innocent. I called that traitor over, and that guy swore he’d secretly seen this woman talking to his superior and exchanging something! Hehe, I didn’t expect this woman to still deny it. So I had my brothers strip her naked and rape her until she was half-dead, then tortured her. Later, when I thought you were coming, Brother Hua, I stopped and left her hanging here.” Tang Shuqiang lewdly laughed at this point. “Consider this a little gift for you, Brother Hua. I wonder if you’d be interested in personally interrogating this woman?” Seeing that Hua Jianxiong didn’t speak, Tang Shuqiang lewdly continued, “I was just afraid my brothers wouldn’t be able to resist torturing this woman beyond recognition, so I kept the key to the interrogation room myself.” Hua Jianxiong, having regained his composure, glanced at the still unconscious Yan Yu and feigned delight, saying to Tang Shuqiang, "Thank you so much for your arrangements, Brother Tang." Tang Shuqiang chuckled and said, "This interrogation room has been specially soundproofed. Even if you torture this woman to the point of screaming and screaming, no one outside will hear a thing. Alright, we won't disturb you any longer." He then pulled Liu Dazhuang along, saying, "Brother Liu, come with me to the next room for some relaxation." Liu Dazhuang, delighted, chuckled and followed him out
. (44) As soon as Tang Shuqiang and Liu Dazhuang left, the room fell silent. The ticking of the wall clock was particularly jarring, and occasionally, the faint, painful groans of the woman hanging in the center of the room could be heard. But Hua Jianxiong's eardrums were filled with another sound—his own heartbeat. He slowly walked towards the unconscious Yan Yu, his eyes fixed on the familiar naked body covered in whip marks, his mind racing, assessing the situation. Had the Japanese already suspected him and deliberately set a trap for him? It didn't seem so. He had always been cautious and hadn't made any mistakes; he was confident that neither the Japanese nor the 76th Division had any reason to suspect him. As for Yan Yu, since he dared to maintain a physical relationship with her, he had some confidence. In fact, this woman's seniority in the Military Intelligence Bureau wasn't much less than his. He joined the Military Intelligence Bureau during the later period when Boss Dai was in charge of the Fuxing Society. Later, the organization expanded rapidly, opened training classes, and recruited many students and trainees, trained by German instructors. Yan Yu joined the organization at that time. She was... A native of Jilin, he originally studied at Northeastern University. After the September 18 Incident, he fled to the interior of China, determined to fight his way back to his hometown, so he joined the Military Intelligence Bureau. He remembered that the training by the German instructors was extremely rigorous, even brutal. There were specialized courses on counter-surveillance and counter-torture, with detailed and realistic psychological and physiological simulations of being tortured after being captured by the enemy. Yan Yu was a few years younger than him, but her outstanding abilities were well-known throughout the training team, even praised by the German instructors. Given her training and the depth of her feelings for him, he believed... She wouldn't randomly confess. Besides, judging from the extent of her injuries, the torture she suffered wasn't severe; it was mainly the brutal rape and prolonged binding and hanging that caused her to faint. He knew that even the strongest woman would be broken by rape, especially brutality. Moreover, he knew better than anyone the power of this kind of back-hanging; just being hung for two hours was enough to break a psychologically fragile person. Thinking of this, Hua Jianxiong felt slightly relieved. This didn't seem like a trap, just a coincidence. While pondering, he had already reached Yan... Standing before the rain, seeing the pale yet still pretty face beneath her thick, long hair, he suddenly realized a grave mistake. When Tang Shuqiang showed him Yan Yu's face, he hadn't immediately admitted to knowing her; now it was too late to make amends. What to do? He felt a surge of anxiety. This was Manchukuo, under the control of the Kwantung Army. The ruthlessness of the Japanese was common knowledge. They had countless torture methods to force this woman to confess. Moreover, he knew the organization's rules perfectly well: arrested members could confess after seven days of torture to save themselves. Meanwhile, members connected to the arrested member had to organize the evacuation and handle the aftermath within those seven days. Although Yan Yu didn't know his mission at No. 76, if she said she knew him before, he would be in danger. A surge of heat rose within him. He forced himself to calm down and reached out to stroke Yan Yu's long hair. He knew he couldn't stop moving; he couldn't stop thinking. Although Tang Shuqiang had told him no one would disturb him here, he himself was a secret agent and knew... The saying "walls have ears" applies here. Besides, this is Japanese territory; it's not just a matter of ears, but perhaps eyes too. He knew Germany had one-way mirrors specifically used in interrogation facilities. Maybe someone was watching his every move from next door. Even if not to monitor him, many in the intelligence department were very interested in spying on their female colleague, K. He had to decide immediately. The moment Yan Yu opened her eyes, he had to react appropriately, or he'd be finished without her saying a word. In an instant, he made up his mind: play along, pretend not to know her, and deal with the immediate situation. He also planned what to do next: find a reason to bring Yan Yu back to Shanghai, where it was his territory, making things easier. The reason might be a bit far-fetched, since Yan Yu wasn't directly related to the ambassador assassination. But Kitajima Shizuka had also been taken to Shanghai for interrogation last time; there was precedent. It seemed he had to bring back a large group of people arrested this time, otherwise, it would be difficult to cover his tracks. The key was to make Yan Yu understand that she couldn't confess anything here.

Thinking this, Hua Jianxiong's large hand gripped Yan Yu's chin, gently lifting it so that her long, flowing hair still covered most of her face. Yan Yu trembled, her legs involuntarily clamping together, and she couldn't help but let out a soft groan of pain, but she didn't open her eyes. Hua Jianxiong felt a sense of certainty; he had realized that this woman still had complete control. Now he wanted to let her know who he was, and he wanted to let her know what to do. Knowing her intelligence, he believed he could do it. He loosened the rope suspending her a few turns, and her feet touched the ground. She suddenly let out a long breath. He pinched her face and turned it towards him, deliberately muttering to himself, "What a beautiful little wench!" Yan Yu's shoulders jolted, and she abruptly opened her eyes. Seeing Hua Jianxiong, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, then turned into resentment. She slightly opened her mouth, revealing her white teeth. Before she could react further, Hua Jianxiong released her face, as if saying to himself, "I never would have guessed that such a beautiful woman would oppose the Japanese!" Yan Yu's expression vanished instantly, and she struggled to lift her head, crying and pleading, "Sir, I'm innocent!" Hua Jianxiong breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he had passed the first hurdle.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:56

(Forty-five)

As soon as Zhou Xueping entered the small interrogation room, she was pushed and shoved by two burly agents to the rack. Li Degui pulled down a thick iron chain and hung it on Zhou Xueping's handcuffs. Wu Sibao came over and stopped Li Degui, took out a key and unlocked the handcuffs, then gave a wink. The two agents understood, each grabbing one of Zhou Xueping's arms and twisting them behind her back. With a click, Wu Sibao handcuffed Zhou Xueping's fair wrists, then watched as Li Degui carefully attached the chains. While doing so, he lewdly stroked Zhou Xueping's full buttocks through her thin cheongsam, saying, "Miss Zhou, with such a great figure, it would be a shame not to give you some special treatment!" The agents chuckled lewdly, all extremely excited. Wu Sibao waved his hand: "Put her on the chains!" With the clanking of the chains, Zhou Xueping's hands were pulled higher and higher, her body involuntarily leaning forward. Zhou Xueping instinctively bit her lip. The chains rose to chest height, forcing her to bend over, her shoulder-length hair cascading down to cover her fair face. Wu Sibao grabbed her chin, and the chains stopped sliding. He lifted her delicate face, stroking it as he said smugly, "Miss Zhou, have you thought it through? It's not too late to say so!" Just then, a female employee entered. Seeing the scene in the room, she glanced at Zhou Xueping and whispered something to Wu Sibao. Wu Sibao immediately turned and left. The agents swarmed around Zhou Xueping, a dozen hands reaching eagerly for her breasts, buttocks, stomach, and thighs.

Wu Sibao returned after a while, a smug look in his eyes. He pinched Zhou Xueping's face hard, but seeing the contempt in her eyes, he squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Begin!" The chains started sliding again, pulling Zhou Xueping's hands higher and higher. First, she was forced to bend over, then she had to stand on tiptoe, her entire weight gradually concentrating on her wrists. Zhou Xueping's breathing became rapid. With a thud, a button on her cheongsam snapped off, and the agents became even more vigorous, the chains clanging even louder. Zhou Xueping tried desperately to tiptoe, but she couldn't keep up with the speed at which the chains were rising. Four or five buttons on her cheongsam snapped open, revealing her fair, tender flesh and a hint of alluring black skin. The spies all wore expressions of delight. Just as Zhou Xueping's toes were about to leave the ground, Wu Sibao shouted, "Stop!" The chains snapped shut, leaving Zhou Xueping suspended in mid-air.

Wu Sibao casually reached his hand to Zhou Xueping's chest, gently stroking the cheongsam bulging under her full breasts, and teasingly said, "Miss Zhou, are you feeling uncomfortable? You'd better cooperate with us quickly to avoid further suffering!" His hand then moved to Zhou Xueping's raised buttocks. He pinched her plump buttocks twice, then, through the cheongsam, ran his hand down her tailbone. Zhou Xueping struggled to lift her head, staring at Wu Sibao with disdain and cursing, "You scoundrel!" Wu Sibao chuckled and said viciously, "You've got guts, you better hold your tongue and not say a word, whatever you do, don't ruin our brothers' fun." As he spoke, his rough, hard hand had already squeezed between Zhou Xueping's thighs, forcefully probing inside her cheongsam, while his other hand reached under the cheongsam, lifting the front and slipping inside. Zhou Xueping groaned and squeezed her thighs together. Wu Sibao's hands attacked from both sides, groping incessantly under the cheongsam. He finally let go, satisfied, after a good while. He stroked Zhou Xueping's face and said, "Miss Zhou, don't be so tense, let me help you relax." As he spoke, he grabbed the side of the cheongsam where the button had come undone. Zhou Xueping twisted her body and cursed, "You beast!" Wu Sibao sneered and with a sudden burst of strength, tore open the last bit of fabric, and the front of the cheongsam fell to the ground. Zhou Xueping's voluptuous body was partially exposed.

All the men in the room immediately focused their eyes on her snow-white skin and black lace-trimmed bra and panties. Wu Sibao lifted his cheongsam behind Zhou Xueping, pulling down her flesh-colored stockings while saying, "These things are too much of a nuisance!" He quickly pulled the stockings down to his feet, along with her black high heels, throwing them on the ground. Then, he touched Zhou Xueping's smooth thighs, swallowing hard. One hand pressed against Zhou Xueping's flat stomach, caressing her small silk panties, while the other hand forcefully inserted four fingers between her white thighs, digging upwards. Zhou Xueping groaned, her high breasts heaving violently. Seeing this, Wu Sibao chuckled, raising the hand that had been caressing her stomach to pinch her breasts, which were stretched taut by her black bra. He squeezed her breasts tightly, lowering his head to greedily sniff their fullness. After a while, he looked up and exhaled, "What a delicious smell!" He then lifted Zhou Xueping's face, smiling as he stared at her. Zhou Xueping's breathing quickened. She felt the large hand pull down her panties and slip inside her belly. The rough palm rubbed against her soft skin, and two thick fingers eagerly reached for the tips of her pubic hair, pressing and kneading her tender labia. She twisted her body angrily, cursing, "You beast!" Wu Sibao smugly brought his mouth close to Zhou Xueping's face, spitting out his foul breath and lewdly laughing, "Now I'll teach you how to cooperate with us!" As he spoke, his fingers slid inside, invading her sacred secret place. All the agents in the room seemed to have received a command, swarming forward and clumsily pulling Zhou Xueping's cheongsam up to her arms, their large hands groping her body. A large hand slipped into her underwear from behind, sliding down her buttocks, while two other hands reached under her bra, grabbing and squeezing her full breasts. Several large hands grabbed her legs and pulled them apart. Zhou Xueping struggled desperately, cursing, "Beasts...wild beasts..." Although she knew the moment she was captured that she couldn't escape the humiliation of these beasts, she still used her last bit of strength to defend her dignity. Suddenly, all the hands moving on her body stopped, even Wu Sibao's fingers, which had been inserted into her vagina, were withdrawn. She heard a somewhat familiar voice: "Old Wu, has this female communist confessed yet?" She shuddered; it was Gou Ming.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:58

(Forty-six)

Hua Jianxiong untied the ropes and lowered Yan Yu. Yan Yu collapsed to the ground, limp as if all her strength had been drained. Hua Jianxiong grabbed her bare waist and dragged her towards the heavy wooden torture platform beside him. He felt a surge of heat, a fire rising within him, and his lower body hardened with desire. He couldn't remember how many times he and Yan Yu had been together, but it was always in the comfort of their home, under the soft moonlight. Yan Yu's cover identity was that of a single female high school teacher, and her temperament, like her public persona, was gentle and elegant; she always spoke softly. Even in the most ecstatic moments in bed, she only uttered shy, low moans. This was definitely an anomaly among Hua Jianxiong's women. So, although Hua Jianxiong had imagined countless times binding and assaulting her, and had gotten hard countless times because of it, he had never been able to bring himself to do it. Now, he couldn't help but be rough with her. "Circumstances are beyond our control!" he sighed inwardly, his free left hand instinctively grasping the woman's trembling right breast.

Yan Yu groaned, her whole body shaking. He knew she must be in excruciating pain. The thought of how those breasts, coveted by every man, had been handled by Tang Shuqiang's bastards filled him with a burning hatred. Yan Yu whimpered softly, muttering incoherently, "Sir, I'm innocent...Sir, please spare me..." Hua Jianxiong hardened his heart, dragging Yan Yu's limp, naked body to the execution platform. He pressed her upper body onto the rough surface, grabbed her handcuffed hands, and bound them to a large iron ring at one end of the platform. Just as he lowered his head to Yan Yu's face, he heard her clear, weak voice: "Jianxiong, save me!" He knew this woman was smart; she understood that saving him was saving herself. He didn't answer, but secretly tightened his grip on her wrist, giving her a quick glance. Soon the ropes were tied, and Yan Yu lay supine on the execution platform, her high-heeled feet supporting her weight, her legs slightly parted. Hua Jianxiong parted the long hair covering Yan Yu's face, his expression intense as he stared intently into her eyes. He was certain this woman understood the meaning in his eyes, because the resentment in her beautiful eyes had vanished, replaced by tenderness, and a few large tears rolled down her cheeks. Hua Jianxiong inwardly cursed; things were about to go wrong. His face darkened, and he roughly pried open Yan Yu's legs, looking down. Despite being prepared, he almost vomited.

Several bloody whip marks were on her fair, full thighs, and the insides were covered in bruises. The once dark, glossy pubic hair between her legs and lower abdomen was now obscured, covered in a thick, grayish-white sputum and dark purple blood, resembling a tangled clump of withered grass. The familiar cleft at the base of the triangle was swollen and bluish-purple, its opening gaping open, revealing the dry, purplish-red flesh and fine wrinkles beneath—a far cry from the delicate, dewy appearance he had seen countless times before. Her small labia were limply curled, surrounded by a similar bluish-purple hue. "Bastard!" Hua Jianxiong frowned, cursing inwardly. He pressed his left hand against Yan Yu's slightly trembling, warm thigh, and with his right hand grabbed a ladle from a bucket beside the torture table, splashing half a ladle of water onto the ravaged triangle. Yan Yu, lying on the torture table, shuddered. Hua Jianxiong had already grabbed a towel and wiped between her thighs. "Ah...oh..." the woman cried out softly, trembling all over. Her head snapped to one side, her eyes tightly shut, while her legs spread wide apart. To his astonishment, beneath her wet pubic hair, cleansed of filth, her previously dry vulva was now glistening with moisture, and clear fluid was gushing out, stretching into long, shiny strands. Hua Jianxiong felt his blood rush to his head. This woman, with whom he had shared countless intimate encounters, had never been so alluring. He felt an unprecedented surge of lust. He unbuckled his belt, grabbed one of her still-stockinged thighs with his other hand, raised it to waist height, and thrust his already rock-hard penis eagerly into the open orifice.

Hua Jianxiong didn't often seduce female prisoners; that was a pastime for Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao's gang of thugs. He only made exceptions for prisoners with special status and exceptionally striking looks, and of course, he had to be the first to act. Like Zhou Xueping this time, he really wanted to experience her. Today, Tang Shuqiang had been inappropriately solicitous, and a series of events had unfolded too quickly, leaving him in this awkward situation before he even realized it. Otherwise, he wouldn't bother with a female prisoner who had already been violated, especially not on her turf. But by a twist of fate, he had stumbled upon the perfect opportunity. Hua Jianxiong, burning with lust, parted her erect labia and thrust his thick, long penis all the way in. With a soft "plop," their naked lower bodies collided, a surge of heat quickly spreading throughout their bodies. Yan Yu's vagina wasn't as tight as usual today; Hua Jianxiong knew this was a result of the previous violation, but this woman's reaction today was stronger than ever before when he entered her. From the moment Hua Jianxiong penetrated her, she trembled and cried out. Her bound hands clenched into fists, her eyes tightly shut, her cheeks flushed, she moaned incessantly with the rhythm of Hua Jianxiong's thrusts. With each slap of their bodies, Hua Jianxiong felt his penis contracting tighter and tighter inside her warm vagina, his lust rising ever higher. He couldn't help but reach out his free right hand and grasp Yan Yu's left breast. Yan Yu shuddered, cried out in pain, and bit her lip. He glanced at her swollen, bruised breast, knowing she was in considerable pain, but he couldn't care less. He cursed inwardly, "If you want to watch the show, then fucking watch!" He increased the force of his grip, thrusting his hips forward and penetrating her fully again. Yan Yu moaned pitifully, a torrent of vaginal fluid gushing out. The vaginal walls contracted even more powerfully, squeezing his penis with incredible pleasure. He thrust faster and faster, the contractions of the vaginal walls enveloping his penis turning into rhythmic spasms. Then his penis throbbed violently a few times, and both of them reached orgasm simultaneously. He pressed his fist against the slippery, limp body on the platform, ejaculating a large amount of hot semen deep into her vagina. When he withdrew his limp penis, Yan Yu was already flushed, limp, and unconscious, lying on the execution platform.

Hua Jianxiong fastened his pants, pulled up a chair, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. Now he needed to calm himself and consider his next plan. Looking at the snow-white naked body covered in wounds on the execution platform, he let out a long sigh. The floor beneath the platform was soaked with the fluid that had flowed from Yan Yu's lower body. The immediate danger was over; he had at least a week to arrange everything. He couldn't risk exposing himself; he needed to carefully plan how to get Yan Yu into his hands. Only then would the real danger be over. After finishing his cigarette, he had a general idea in mind. Finding an opportunity and a reason to bring all the people involved in the case, including Yan Yu, back to Shanghai shouldn't be too difficult. The key was that the reason couldn't be too far-fetched; haste makes waste. However, this would likely cause Yan Yu a lot of suffering, and she might even be crippled. Hua Jianxiong wasn't one to show mercy to women, but he still felt uneasy about his woman being stripped naked and abused by someone else. He threw his cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it into powder, and left without looking back.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 10:59

(Forty-seven)

Li Ziwu had long been thinking about Zhou Xueping's interrogation, and he was extremely dissatisfied with Hua Jianxiong. He had risked his life to capture her; she was not only important but also a great beauty, and he might even be able to dig up clues about Feng. If Hua Zixiong had interrogated him himself, he wouldn't have complained. But Hua Zixiong went to Changchun and handed the interrogation over to Wu Sibao, a roughneck, without even informing him, clearly intending to make things difficult for him. He knew he couldn't challenge Hua Jianxiong yet, but he also knew that interrogating such a beautiful woman would inevitably involve some lewdness. He had worked so hard to get his hands on her, and even if he couldn't claim credit, he wanted to be the first to taste her alluring body; he couldn't let Wu Sibao and his gang of roughnecks get away with it. But directly competing with Wu Sibao for her would not only be beneath his status as a deputy director, but he also worried about offending Hua Jianxiong and the potential consequences. After much thought, he remembered Ding Mocun's lecherous little eyes and immediately had an idea.

As soon as he got to work in the morning, he rushed to Ding Mocun's office to report on the results of the interrogation of several male and female prisoners the previous night. Then, seemingly casually, he mentioned that the most important prisoner, Zhou Xueping, would be interrogated today, and presented her with her information. Sure enough, Ding Mocun's eyes widened when he saw Zhou Xueping's photo. Knowing his purpose had been achieved, Li Ziwu respectfully left with the words, "Please have Director Ding personally supervise the interrogation after it begins," and took his leave. Back in his office, he immediately checked the prisoner interrogation situation and learned that Zhou Xueping had been taken to Hua Jianxiong's private interrogation room by Wu Sibao. He waited intentionally for a while, estimating that the interrogation was about right, before swaggering in, only to be caught red-handed. Upon seeing Li Ziwu, Wu Sibao, confident in Hua Jianxiong's backing, immediately adopted an arrogant attitude, saying, "The brothers are currently interrogating an important prisoner under orders. What can Deputy Director Li do for us?" He deliberately emphasized the word "Deputy." Li Ziwu smiled, his tone soft on the outside but firm on the inside, and said, "Old Wu, you've worked hard. Director Ding heard we've captured an important Communist Party figure and wants to personally come to the interrogation to give instructions." He deliberately emphasized the word "we." Upon hearing the words "Director Ding," Wu Sibao immediately softened and ordered his thugs to clean up the scene.

Li Ziwu turned and went to the torture rack, grabbing Zhou Xueping's hair and pulling her face up. The humble, fawning expression he had when he first met Zhou Xueping at the Xialu Apartment was gone, replaced by a smug, condescending smile. He pinched Zhou Xueping's cheek and deliberately said meaningfully, "Sister Xue, it wasn't easy for me to get you here! You'd better cooperate!" He then winked at Wu Sibao, indicating that Director Ding would be there soon. Before the words were even finished, Ding Mocun arrived at the door of the interrogation room. Li Ziwu greeted him with a beaming smile. Ding Mocun entered the room and looked around. He saw Zhou Xueping hanging on a rack, her snow-white body exposed, with only a black bra and panties barely covering her private parts. His eyes lit up immediately, and he asked slowly, "Is this the important Communist Party member you captured?" Li Ziwu quickly answered, "Yes, that's her, Zhou Xueping, the Communist Party district secretary." Ding Mocun stepped forward, his eyes lingering on Zhou Xueping's snow-white thighs, her barely visible breasts, and her lower body for several minutes. He turned to Li Ziwu and asked, "Refusing to cooperate?" Wu Sibao hurriedly stepped forward and answered, "Hard-working." Ding Mocun nodded and said, "This person is very important. You must use any means necessary!" Li Ziwu quickly replied, "Yes!"

He turned back, grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair, and said viciously, "Miss Zhou, did you hear that? Our superiors said they will use any means necessary to deal with you. I advise you to talk, or you will suffer the consequences!" Zhou Xueping raised her eyelids, gave a contemptuous snort, and remained silent. Seeing that Ding Mocun showed no sign of leaving after giving his instructions, Wu Sibao cleverly sent the other thugs outside. He moved a chair over for Ding Mocun to sit down, while glancing at Li Ziwu with a smug look. Seeing that Zhou Xueping was ignoring him, Li Ziwu grinned and said, "Miss Zhou, you're unwilling to cooperate? Don't blame me for being impolite!" He reached behind Zhou Xueping and skillfully unhooked her bra, ripping it off. A pair of full, white breasts bounced out like two little rabbits. Zhou Xueping's shoulders trembled, and she lowered her head, letting her thick hair obscure her face. Li Ziwu lifted the pair of full, white breasts in his hands, saying, "What a pair of adorable breasts! How about it, Miss Zhou, still unwilling to cooperate?" He then clasped his hands together and began to knead the breasts. Zhou Xueping suddenly looked up, her face pale, and uttered two words: "Beast!" Li Ziwu pinched a pink nipple between his fingers and rubbed it vigorously, chuckling, "These breasts are truly exquisite. From the first time I saw you, I couldn't wait to touch them. Haha, now they're finally in my hands!" He rubbed as he spoke, savoring the delicate, plump, and warm feel of the breasts. Wu Sibao stared at the two snow-white mounds of flesh in Li Ziwu's hands, his eyes practically spitting fire, but seeing Ding Mocun sitting there leisurely smoking, he could only swallow hard and hold back. Then he heard Li Ziwu mockingly say, "Miss Zhou is so sensitive, huh? Missing a man, aren't you?" Upon closer inspection, Zhou Xueping's two nipples were rubbed until they stood erect, and even the areolas had changed from pink to purplish. Zhou Xueping struggled to lift her head and cursed, "You despicable scoundrel!" Li Ziwu pinched her two plump breasts and glanced at Ding Mocun, then said viciously, "His die-hard! I want to see how you're any different from other women!" She then nodded at Wu Sibao. Wu Sibao, as if granted a pardon, rushed over; he had been drooling with lust at Li Ziwu's actions towards Zhou Xueping.

Wu Sibao grabbed Zhou Xueping's fair arm and yanked down the chains suspending her. As soon as her feet touched the ground, the two men grabbed her shoulders, dragging and pulling the half-naked Zhou Xueping in front of a heavy torture table in front of Ding Mocun. Zhou Xueping struggled and cursed, but a refined young lady was no match for two lustful men. Zhou Xueping was shoved in front of the torture table by the two strong men, their bodies pressing her hard against it from behind, her hips aching painfully. The two lewd men groped her bare buttocks, which were only covered by underwear. They worked together to bend Zhou Xueping's arms upwards, snapped the handcuffs onto a thick steel pipe hanging from the ceiling, and wrapped her cheongsam around it as well. Zhou Xueping's body was bent at a ninety-degree angle, her face still a fist's distance from the execution platform, her erect nipples rubbing against the rough, hard surface, itching painfully. Li Ziwu pressed down hard on her bare back, making her shoulder joints crack. He leaned close to her face pressed against the platform and asked, "How uncomfortable are you? I'll make you feel good in a bit!" As he spoke, he lifted one leg and thrust it between her two bare thighs. Zhou Xueping desperately squeezed her thighs together, panting and cursing him for being shameless. Seeing her struggle desperately, Li Ziwu reached out and pinched one of her nipples, twisting it hard. Zhou Xueping shuddered in pain, her legs loosening slightly, and Li Ziwu seized the opportunity to squeeze one of his legs between hers.

He leaned forward, lewdly raising his knee and pressing it forcefully against her groin, rubbing it back and forth against her soft, sensitive flesh through the thin silk. Wu Sibao took the opportunity to reach under her, pulling out her breasts that were pressed tightly under the table, and began to greedily knead them. Just as they were getting into it, they suddenly heard Ding Mocun cough, and they both released their grip. Li Ziwu grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair, forcefully twisting her head back, and with his other hand, he grabbed her small panties and slowly pulled them down. The panties slid down her straight thighs to the ground, revealing Zhou Xueping's snow-white, round buttocks. Now she was almost completely naked. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, her face flushed, and her chest heaving violently. Li Ziwu slapped her hard, leaving a bright red handprint on her snow-white buttocks. His hand slid down her deep cleft. Zhou Xueping twisted her buttocks desperately, gritting her teeth and squeezing out two words: "Beast!" Wu Sibao stepped forward to press down on her buttocks, but suddenly remembered something. He turned and ran to the rack to pick up the pair of high heels that had been thrown aside. He ran back to the rack, grabbed one of Zhou Xueping's kicking feet, and put one shoe on her, then turned to the other side to put on the other. Li Ziwu glanced down, nodded, and smiled sinisterly.

As soon as the two shoes were on, Zhou Xueping's buttocks immediately stick out abruptly. Wu Sibao pressed down on her bare back again, then looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Li Ziwu rubbed Zhou Xueping's exposed, round anus with one finger and said, "Miss Zhou, how about it? Cooperate and spread your legs? Don't make us work any more!" He only received a burst of angry curses in return. Li Ziwu glanced quickly at Ding Mocun, then gave Wu Sibao a look. The two of them simultaneously bent down, each grabbing one of Zhou Xueping's feet and pulling them apart. Zhou Xueping struggled desperately for a while, but ultimately her strength gave out, and she lost control, her feet were spread wide apart and secured with two steel ankle bracelets, pinning them to opposite corners of the execution platform.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 11:00

(Forty-eight)

Zhou Xueping was completely powerless to resist. Her body was almost entirely stripped naked, her legs spread wide, her back bent and buttocks protruding, and she was strapped to the torture table. All her private parts were exposed nakedly to these vile men. She shivered, gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes. Li Ziwu looked at the alluring naked body of the subdued Zhou Xueping and rubbed his hands excitedly. He lowered his head and sniffed; the unique scent of a mature woman intoxicated him. He reached into her spread thighs, parted the thick, dark pubic hair, and saw the fleshy opening he had longed for. He pressed his index and middle fingers against the two small, tender labia, spreading them apart. Zhou Xueping's body trembled, but the opening obediently parted, revealing pink flesh and fine folds. The slightly fishy, sweet scent emanating from the opening made him feel ecstatic. His middle finger slid into the opening, finding it rough and sticky inside. If Ding Mocun hadn't been sitting next to him, he almost couldn't resist inserting his penis immediately. Wu Sibao squeezed in as well, the sound of him swallowing could be heard. Li Ziwu raised his head, dug his fingers hard into the vaginal opening and pulled them out, deliberately saying loudly and lewdly, "Damn, I thought the Communist Party's district committee secretary had two breasts and four nipples, but it turns out he looks no different from a whore." After saying that, he respectfully asked Ding Mocun, "Director, what do you think..." Ding Mocun stood up and walked to Zhou Xueping. Seeing this, Wu Sibao quickly grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair and pulled her face up. Ding Mocun suppressed his lust and leaned close to Zhou Xueping's face, asking, "Miss Zhou, have you thought it through? If you don't cooperate, I'll have to make you suffer." He paused, then continued, "I mean what I say here. I only need you to answer one question. Tell me, and I'll have them release you immediately." He lifted Zhou Xueping's chin, staring into her beautiful eyes, and whispered, "Who is Feng?" As he spoke, his other hand involuntarily rested on her snow-white buttocks, which were raised high in front of him. Seeing this, Li Ziwu patted Wu Sibao's shoulder and winked at him. The two quietly withdrew from the interrogation room and tightly closed the door.

The interrogation room door didn't open again for almost an hour. Ding Mocun still strolled out slowly, gently shaking his head, and said to Li Ziwu and the others who were already waiting at the door, "A die-hard. Ziwu, you must interrogate her carefully." "Having said that, he strode away. As

soon as Ding Mocun left, Li Ziwu and Wu Sibao, along with five or six agents including Li Degui, rushed into the interrogation room. Zhou Xueping, naked, was still hunched over on the torture table, her head drooping limply, her hair disheveled, her eyes watery as if glistening with tears. There was a large puddle of filthy, sticky stuff on the floor below the table. Zhou Xueping's dark pubic hair was wet and messy, and several streams of thick, white fluid flowed down her spread thighs, trailing sticky strands to the ground. There were several bruises on the inside of her thighs, and several purplish-blue marks on her two full breasts pressed against the table. "That old bastard is really something!" Li Ziwu cursed inwardly, then pulled Zhou Xueping's head up and patted her buttocks, saying, "District Party Secretary, now it's time to cooperate with me!" "Saying this, he hurriedly unzipped his pants, grabbing Zhou Xueping's black panties that were lying on the ground. He wiped them between her wet thighs, pulled out his already rock-hard penis, pressed it against her still-dripping vulva, and thrust it in with a 'hey!' The inside of her vagina was warm and inviting, a little slippery, but the texture of the folds in her vaginal walls was strong and very tight. Li Ziwu thought to himself, it seems this woman hasn't had a man in a long time. He was very glad that he had brought Ding Mo Village, this bodhisattva, here. Although he hadn't gotten the first taste, he had at least had a taste of something new. If Wu Sibao and his gang of hungry wolves had already chewed them all up, there probably wouldn't even be any bones left. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the gentle and dignified young woman he had first met when he saw Zhou Xueping, and then he thought of the one he had been... The now-human Zhou Liping, recalling these events, felt his emotions rise higher and higher, his penis throbbing violently inside Zhou Xueping. He grabbed her two soft, full breasts and kneaded them forcefully, simultaneously arching his back and thrusting powerfully, completing a full thrust of his large penis into her narrow opening. The sounds of their bodies colliding and his penis thrusting were so beautiful to him. He continued his piston-like movements, waves of heat coursing through his body; he was ecstatic. The only drawback was not being able to hear the woman beneath him moan, but he couldn't care less. He thrust, kneaded, and pumped with all his might. Zhou Xueping was like dough in his hands, completely at his mercy, bringing him to the peak of satisfaction. He was drenched in sweat, panting heavily... Ignoring all of this, his movements grew larger, faster, and more violent until a final surge of electricity coursed through his body. He thrust forward, pressing firmly against Zhou Xueping's warm yet stiff naked body, ejaculating all the semen he had accumulated over the past few days deep into her.

Just as Li Ziwu withdrew his penis, Wu Sibao, who had been waiting with bloodshot eyes, stepped in. His thick, black penis was already in his hand; ignoring the gushing semen, he thrust it in. Last time, he only got a leftover from Zhou Liping; this time, it was supposed to be the cooked duck, his first bite, but he ended up as the third. However, he had nothing to complain about; it was just that facing such a beautiful woman, having held back for so long, the moment his penis entered her vagina, it felt like… Like a motor, he couldn't stop. Li Ziwu lit a cigarette with satisfaction, took a deep drag, and turned to face the other side of the torture platform, getting close to Zhou Xueping. Her suspended body swayed rhythmically under Wu Sibao's vigorous thrusts, her disheveled hair flapping wildly like bird wings. He triumphantly exhaled a puff of smoke at the beautiful face that had once made him swallow countless times. Whether it was from holding back for too long or thrusting too forcefully, Wu Sibao finished in about ten minutes. As soon as he came down, the other thugs swarmed forward, nearly tearing Zhou Xueping's frail body to shreds. Wu Sibao stopped them, pointing to a large, dark torture bench fixed to the ground on the other side of the room, and ordered Li Degui: "Don't do it here, take her over there!" Li Degui nodded, and several agents untied Zhou Xueping's hands and feet, dragging her down. Zhou Xueping no longer resisted or struggled, nor did she curse; she limply allowed the agents to drag her to another corner of the room, leaving a wet trail on the ground. The torture bench was waist-high, its four thick legs diagonally embedded in the ground. The agents placed her on the bench, unlocked her handcuffs, threw aside the cheongsam hanging from her wrists, and bound her hands and feet to the four bench legs
. (49) Liu Mei saw Li Ziwu emerge from the small interrogation room from a distance. Watching his figure disappear at the other end of the corridor, an ominous premonition rose in her heart. She had already experienced Li Ziwu's insidious nature; he was the culprit behind the arrest of Zhou Xueping and a group of comrades. He wasn't heading in the direction of his own office; it seemed he was going to Ding Mocun's office. Coming from Zhou Xueping's interrogation room to Ding Mocun's office—was he plotting some kind of scheme? Before she could think further, she reached the door of the interrogation room. Although the door was heavy, obscene and excited sounds still emanated from inside. Liu Mei took a deep breath, her face cold, and pushed the door open, walking inside.

The interrogation room was filled with smoke and a pungent, pungent stench. Around the torture rack, women's bras, panties, and stockings were scattered haphazardly. A crumpled light blue cheongsam lay on the rack, along with a pair of gleaming handcuffs. A large, slippery, wet patch lay beneath the rack. A chaotic commotion emanated from a corner of the interrogation room, where several shirtless, burly men were intently engaged in something. No one noticed her arrival; occasional wolf-like howls could be heard. Liu Mei took a few steps forward. Despite her mental preparation, she was still stunned by the brutal scene before her. Surrounded by several thugs was a naked woman, lying face down on a large torture bench, her legs spread wide and bound to the bench legs. She wore high heels, and her round, white buttocks were raised high, her most private parts completely exposed to the public eye. A shirtless, burly man slammed his hips against her buttocks, his thick, hard penis thrusting in and out of her body. The bench was gone, leaving only the large wooden frame. The woman's full breasts hung down, swaying wildly with the rhythm of the man's thrusts. Every now and then, one or two large hands would grab and pinch or twist her breasts, which were now covered with purplish-blue bruises. When she looked further ahead, she almost vomited. The woman's arms were also tied to the legs of the bench in front of her, and a man was holding her hair, forcing her face upwards. The man holding her hair had his pants pulled down to his ankles, and he was holding a purplish-black penis, which he was forcefully shoving into the woman's forced-open mouth, panting heavily as he pushed it deep into her throat. This man was Wu Sibao. The woman's eyes rolled back and she gaggled repeatedly as she was being penetrated by two large penises. Liu Mei couldn't believe that the naked woman in front of her was the same dignified and beautiful Zhou Xueping from yesterday.

Liu Mei deliberately coughed loudly, immediately attracting the attention of all the men in the room. Several thugs who had been watching the commotion stood awkwardly at a loss when they saw him; one of them, holding Zhou Xueping's breast, froze, unsure what to do. Li Degui, who was vigorously thrusting into Zhou Xueping's buttocks, turned around and grinned foolishly at Liu Mei, but his movements didn't stop, and instead became faster and faster. Seeing Liu Mei, Wu Sibao simply thrust his penis all the way in and then began to thrust violently, ejaculating thick white semen into Zhou Xueping's mouth right in front of Liu Mei. Liu Mei turned abruptly, stomped out, slammed the door shut, and stood outside with a cold face. After a while, Wu Sibao followed her out, fastening his belt, bowing and scraping as he greeted Liu Mei. Liu Mei deliberately said coldly, "The Chief entrusted such an important prisoner to you for interrogation, and this is how you conduct the interrogation?" Wu Sibao was slightly taken aback, and replied with a soft but firm tone, "This is a die-hard. I need to put her on the defensive. The Chief shouldn't blame me. Please forgive me, Secretary Liu." After saying that, she turned and went back to the interrogation room. Liu Mei didn't expect Wu Sibao to be so disrespectful today. She had a premonition that the situation was more serious than she had anticipated. She couldn't go back to the interrogation room now, and it wouldn't help anyway. It seemed that she had to think of another way quickly. After thinking for a moment, she turned and left. She heard the clattering footsteps at the door getting farther and farther away, and then a burst of laughter and cursing came from the interrogation room. Several burly men pounced on Zhou Xueping like hungry wolves.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-8 11:02

(Fifty)

After finishing Tang Shuqiang's welcome dinner, Hua Jianxiong returned to his apartment still preoccupied and depressed. A petite Japanese woman came forward to help them change. Hua Jianxiong had served this woman before when he was in Changchun; she was small but very pretty. She was more like a girl than a woman. Her name was Rie, something like Miyamoto, which he couldn't quite remember; she was only eighteen or nineteen. Hua Jianxiong knew she was sent by the Mei Agency, the Japanese intelligence agency stationed in Manchuria. Watching her busy, petite figure, Hua Jianxiong smiled bitterly to himself, "The Japanese are really thoughtful." Liu Dazhuang discreetly went back to his room to sleep. Rie prepared the bathwater and left.

As soon as the door closed, Wang Fengyan kicked off her high heels and clung to him, completely relaxing here. Hua Jianxiong put his arm around her shoulder, patted her round bottom, and gestured towards the bathroom. Wang Fengyan rubbed her ample breasts against him and asked, "Aren't you coming?" Hua Jianxiong shook his head absentmindedly. Wang Fengyan reluctantly let him go and went into the bathroom. Hua Jianxiong quickly washed up and lay sprawled on the soft Simmons bed, lost in thought. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Hua Jianxiong began to lose his focus, his lower body becoming restless. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, stretched, and let out a long sigh. The water stopped, and he heard a series of light footsteps approaching him, along with an alluring scent of perfume, soap, and a woman's mature flesh. He pretended to be dazed, deliberately ignoring it. A clump of wet hair brushed against his face, then a tender, luscious mouth approached and gently kissed him. He abruptly turned, grabbed the warm, damp buttocks, and with a gasp, a fair, vibrant body rolled onto the bed. Hua Jianxiong rolled over and pinned the panting woman down, looking her up and down. After her bath, Wang Fengyan appeared exceptionally delicate. Her beautiful hair was loosely tied back with a silk ribbon, and she wore only a royal blue half-cup bra and a small thong of the same color. The bright lingerie made her skin appear even whiter and more delicate.

Hua Jianxiong pressed his hand against her plump buttocks and reached behind her. The back of the thong was just a strip of cloth as thick as hemp rope, deeply embedded in her buttocks, making it seem as if she was wearing nothing from behind. Hua Jianxiong's fingers followed the strip of cloth to the crotch, where it was slippery and already wet. He deliberately pulled the strip of cloth between her two erect labia, and Wang Fengyan, who was lying face down, immediately let out a soft moan. Hua Jianxiong rubbed her warm vulva while thinking, "That old bastard Ding Mocun has really lost his mind, giving away such a lovely woman." Wang Fengyan struggled to turn over, looking tenderly into Hua Jianxiong's eyes, and silently untied the belt of his robe. A pair of delicate, white hands reached down to Hua Jianxiong's crotch, gently caressing the strong, hot bulge within his shorts. Suddenly, she saw something cold in Hua Jianxiong's eyes, sending a chill down her spine. It was the kind of look one only sees in an office or even an interrogation room. Before she could understand, Hua Jianxiong lifted her up, grabbed her delicate wrist, and pulled her off the bed.

He kicked the two high heels lying on the floor to Wang Fengyan's feet and said in an uncompromising tone, "Put them on!" Wang Fengyan didn't dare to disobey and put on the shoes in a daze. Wearing the three-inch heels, she naturally arched her back and stretched out her chest, her whole body relaxed. She immediately realized she was only wearing two tiny bras, and she thought she must look ridiculous. Instinctively, she wanted to find a robe to put on. But Hua Jianxiong grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. His robe suddenly fell to the floor, the coarse chest hair brushing against Wang Fengyan's bare back, captivating her. He whispered in her ear, "Today I'll teach you a move called 'White Crane Spreads Wings.'" He pulled her hands behind her back, and she immediately clung tightly to his strong waist, her legs and waist straining, her body involuntarily leaning forward. Hua Jianxiong, however, went even further, forcing his hairy thigh between her legs. She obediently spread her legs, but her body swayed, the three-inch heels making it difficult for her to maintain her balance. Just as she was about to fall forward, Hua Jianxiong roughly ripped off her small bra, his large hands flashing as he grasped her two plump breasts, pulling her into his arms.

Hua Jianxiong's thick penis quickly swelled, and Wang Fengyan sensed his arousal. She freed one hand and gently pulled down his underwear. Simultaneously, Hua Jianxiong's large hand gripped the thin strap of his thong, slowly pulling it out from between his wet labia, letting it slide down his smooth thighs. His purplish-red penis, like a python smelling its prey, burrowed into her smooth, deep cleft, close to her tailbone. Wang Fengyan's breathing quickened; she could clearly feel the thick, hard penis parting her delicate labia and passing through the muddy area. As the penis began to pull back, she gasped, arching her back and sticking out her buttocks, giving Hua Jianxiong the most comfortable and easiest angle to enter. As the massive penis slid past her labia, her heart nearly leaped out of her throat; she longed for that ecstatic thrust. But the entire penis continued to slide backward. Before she could understand what was happening, it was already hard and hot, pressing against her anus. She trembled involuntarily. Although she had served many men, she had rarely been penetrated there, so her anus was almost as tight as a virgin's. Moreover, she was completely unprepared, and it was still dry. She subconsciously twisted her waist, but the two large hands on her chest clearly increased their strength, gripping her tightly so that she could hardly breathe. The penis behind her also suddenly started moving, like a car with full horsepower, fiercely thrusting in.

"Ah... Jianxiong..." she cried weakly, trying her best to stand on tiptoe, arch her back, and spread her legs, as if that could alleviate some of the tearing pain caused by the thick, hard penis penetrating her narrow anus. For some reason, she suddenly remembered the female prisoner she had seen being raped in the interrogation room. Last month, she had accompanied Ding Mocun to see the young girl named Zhou Liping being interrogated. The image of her being suspended by her back was still vivid in her mind. Her hands were cuffed, and she was suspended very high; thinking back, that position must have been incredibly painful. Her legs were also spread apart, but not willingly; they were forcibly pulled open by two iron chains. She had witnessed a thug thrusting his penis into the girl's body from behind, enjoying the sensation. But she never considered that the thug might have been inserting it into the girl's anus. The image of the girl's firm breasts swaying with the rhythm of the man's thrusts seemed to be right before her eyes. She suddenly felt like a female prisoner, being interrogated by Hua Jianxiong. The large penis in her anus hurt so much; tears welled up in her eyes. But he showed no sign of stopping, relentlessly pushing in, as if trying to split her buttocks in two. "Ah… ouch…" she couldn't help but groan. Hua Jianxiong seemed encouraged, his large penis thrusting forward relentlessly. Finally, his hip bone pressed against her buttocks, and she breathed a long sigh of relief, thankful that he hadn't killed her. Before she could catch her breath, his thrusting began.

He slightly pulled back, withdrawing his penis halfway. She felt a sudden emptiness and hurriedly bent over to retrieve it, only to be met with his massive penis thrusting in at full speed. With a thud, the two naked bodies collided, the thick shaft penetrating firmly to the hilt. A piercing pain mingled with intense pleasure; Wang Fengyan experienced a stimulation she had never felt before. She was completely conquered, twisting her round buttocks to the rhythm of his thrusts. Each full penetration sent her soaring to ecstasy, the physical pain long since overwhelmed by the joy in her heart. Her anus was also overflowing, making pleasurable squelching sounds with each thrust. Her fair buttocks and thighs were soaked. She tightly embraced the strong body behind her, desperately arching her back and thrusting her hips, trying to make the hard penis penetrate even deeper and harder. Finally, she was overwhelmed by the peak of pleasure, unable to descend. Hua Jianxiong's enormous penis almost lifted her off the ground. She felt that burning hot rod rapidly expanding... expanding... inside her tight anus, before finally exploding with a bang, releasing fiery liquid that melted her.

She could hear her heart pounding, her back aching as if it were about to break, her legs going weak, and her body reluctantly pulled away from the still-hot rod, collapsing limply onto the thick carpet, half-kneeling, half-sitting. Hua Jianxiong was still standing there, and she turned around, still panting, to see his large penis, covered in thick, sticky fluid, right in front of her. Although her whole body was limp, her anus swollen and painful, and a large amount of sticky fluid was flowing into her anus, she still reached out and pulled over a nearby chair for Hua Jianxiong to sit down. Then she turned around, buried her face between his legs, opened her mouth, and took his wet penis into her mouth. Although the large member had softened, it still filled her small mouth completely. The soft, yielding sensation made it seem docile, a far cry from its fierce thrusting in her rear just moments before. She greedily sucked the sticky liquid, swallowing it sweetly. Thinking of her earlier hallucination, her face flushed, and she sucked even more vigorously. Hua Jianxiong seemed unsatisfied, reaching out to grab her breasts and knead them. She hummed through her nose, gradually drowning out the squeaking sounds of her sucking. Unconsciously, the large penis in her mouth swelled again. Wang Fengyan desperately opened her mouth wide to swallow it, but even with it reaching her throat, about a third of it was still outside. She desperately tried to wrap her tongue around the burning hot penis, wanting to help him ejaculate in her mouth. But Hua Jianxiong pressed her head down and pulled his penis out of her mouth. She raised her head, her eyes unwilling to leave the large, warm member she had licked clean. It stood erect, its purplish-red flesh glistening with moisture, a trail of her saliva trailing behind. Two cute little testicles hung below, making it look like a magnificent cannon.

Hua Jianxiong ignored her affectionate gaze. He stood up, walked behind her, and pulled her up. Her high heels made her back uncomfortable, and she was about to kick them off when Hua Jianxiong put one arm around her stomach and the other on her right leg, placing her foot on the chair. As soon as she stood still, Hua Jianxiong's large penis rushed in again, this time targeting her secret place. He held her breast with one hand and guided his throbbing penis with the other, eagerly thrusting it into her hot, wet core. Although Wang Fengyan's vagina was soaking wet, the thick penis didn't go all the way in. Her posture of thrusting her chest, lifting her buttocks, and raising her legs made the deep walls of her vagina taut and slightly twisted. The penis was extremely tight inside, requiring repeated grinding and thrusting to reach the bottom. This was exactly the feeling he wanted. His hot penis and tight vagina intertwined, squeezing, rubbing, colliding… The pressure from the woman's vaginal walls had never felt so real before; he could even feel the layers of sensation from the friction of the fine folds of the walls against the blood vessels beneath her skin. Like a person who had been sunburnt drinking a glass of cold water, he felt exhilarated, but his thirst only intensified. He increased his movements, and the warm, moist woman's body groaned ecstatically under his pressure. His large penis, deeply inserted into the scalding vagina, throbbed joyfully. The pent-up frustration of the day pressed down from his chest to his lower abdomen, bursting forth from its only outlet.

To be continued…

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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:09

(Fifty-one)

It was late at night, but the small interrogation room at No. 76 was still brightly lit, and the interrogation of Zhou Xueping continued. That afternoon, several agents had already had their fill of sex with her, many having done it twice. After all, opportunities to encounter such a beautiful and high-status woman were rare. At dinner, everyone drank quite a bit in their excitement. Wu Sibao had already announced that they would be working non-stop for the next few days to completely break through this woman's defenses. Everyone was excited; interrogating a beautiful woman was invigorating, and no one complained of being tired or sleepy. Zhou Xueping had been hung upright on the torture rack, completely naked except for her high heels, which were quite conspicuous. The thugs, having eaten and drunk their fill, were busy preparing in the interrogation room. Wu Sibao, hiccuping from drinking, approached Zhou Xueping, lifted her pale face, and asked with a smile, "Miss Zhou, what's your decision? Are you willing to cooperate with us now?" Zhou Xueping stared at him with bloodshot eyes and said firmly, "You beasts... don't even think about it!" Wu Sibao nodded and paced around Zhou Xueping, saying, "Miss Zhou, you're so beautiful, many men would be happy to use many methods to persuade you to cooperate. You've only just tasted a small beginning. How is it? Not comfortable, are you? If you continue to be so uncooperative, the consequences might be dire!" He paused intentionally for a few minutes, cupped her slightly upturned breasts, and examined them carefully. Seeing that Zhou Xueping was completely unmoved, he deliberately sighed and said, "Miss Zhou, it's truly regrettable that you're so stubborn. But it's alright, we have enough patience to wait for you to come to your senses. To show our sincerity, I'll give you another chance. Now I'd like to invite you to see two people."

He finished speaking and waved his hand, the door was slammed open, and with the clanking of chains, four burly men dragged in two women in handcuffs and shackles. Both women were naked, covered in blood, whip marks, branding, and bruises. From the moment the two women entered, Zhou Xueping's heart pounded. The thugs forced the two women to kneel before Zhou Xueping, grabbing their disheveled hair and pulling them up. Zhou Xueping first saw the one on the left, her heart tightening; it was Yu Shijia, their student union president at Jinling University, a young woman of only 20. She had arranged for the evacuation of key members of the school system after discovering the danger, but for some reason, Yu had still been arrested. When her gaze fell on the other kneeling woman, tears immediately streamed down her face. Kneeling next to Yu Shijia was Zhou Liping. Ever since

Feng saved her life from the jaws of gunfire and she met her, hope had been rekindled in Zhou Liping's heart. For several days, there was no news. She firmly believed that the Party organization and Feng were doing everything they could to rescue her. The women's prison had been bustling with people these past two days, but apart from the guards outside and the nurse who came to change her dressings once a day, no one else came to her cell. She had already gone to sleep that night when a group of people suddenly dragged her out. They took her to an interrogation room, and as soon as she entered, she saw several agents stripping a woman of her clothes. She was shocked; the battered female student was none other than Yu Shijia. Zhou Liping was very familiar with Yu; Yu was a key member of the progressive student organization she led. She hadn't expected Yu to be arrested as well, and it seemed she had been tortured terribly by the enemy. Yu clearly recognized her too, but before they could even exchange a glance, the agents had already stripped off her barely-there cheongsam. She didn't know what the enemy wanted to do with her and Yu today. Before she could think further, a group of burly men dragged them into the small, familiar interrogation room. When the enemy pulled her head up and she saw the naked woman hanging on the rack, she could hardly believe her eyes.

The beautiful young woman stripped naked before her was none other than her beloved sister, Zhou Xueping. She thought she was hallucinating from longing, closed her eyes, shook her head violently, and then opened them again—it was indeed her sister. Her sister's hands were cuffed with gleaming handcuffs, hanging high on the rack above her head, her shapely, fair body completely exposed, strangely still wearing high heels. Her two long, slender legs were slightly parted, standing straight. Her heart tightened. Although thick pubic hair obscured her vision, she knew that her lower body must be bruised and swollen, a truly gruesome sight. A naked woman standing with her legs spread in full view of men—this posture was humiliating. But she had experienced it firsthand and knew very well that for a woman who had been raped, it was a forced choice. The excruciating pain in their lower bodies prevented them from closing their legs even in the face of humiliation. Her sister must have endured severe torture, otherwise she wouldn't be standing in that position. How could her sister have been arrested too? Why did she look at her so strangely? Did she no longer recognize her? Zhou Liping couldn't help but want to cry, to call out to her sister. But she held back. She suddenly realized that perhaps her sister had been arrested but her identity hadn't been exposed; the enemy was just using her to trick her. That's why they brought Xiao Yu along! She had to be strong; she couldn't give the enemy any opening. Thinking this, she felt a little lighter, and her expression calmed down.

Wu Sibao walked up, breaking the suffocating silence and shattering Zhou Liping's illusions. He patted Zhou Xueping's face and asked, "Miss Zhou, Secretary Zhou, what are your thoughts on seeing each other again, sisters?" Only then did tears stream down Zhou Xueping's face. She simply couldn't believe that the almost inhuman, broken body kneeling before her was her beloved sister. Zhou Liping was stunned by the cruel reality before her. She cried out "Sister!" and collapsed to the ground. Seeing Zhou Xueping shed tears, Wu Sibao felt that his opportunity had come. He had someone lift Zhou Liping onto a chair and lower the iron chain that was suspending Zhou Xueping, so that her feet were on the ground. Then, he parted the messy hair covering Zhou Xueping's face and said casually, "Miss Liping is a bit disobedient, so we had to use some force. But I guarantee that as long as you cooperate, we will definitely heal her injuries and return you to a beautiful young woman unharmed." Zhou Xueping suddenly raised her head, her eyes blazing with anger: "You beasts...you are not human...you are even worse than beasts..." Wu Sibao stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Xueping's face, which was flushed red with anger, and said sinisterly, "Miss Zhou, don't get agitated. Discretion is the better part of valor. You should know what kind of place No. 76 is." As he spoke, he grabbed Yu Shijia, who was kneeling on the ground, and pushed her gruesome naked body in front of Zhou Xueping: "Look, what a pity..." "Such a beautiful female student, ruined like this. This is the consequence of not cooperating!" Zhou Xueping was in tears. Yu Shijia looked up at her face and said with difficulty but determination, "Sister Xueping... don't worry, I can handle it..." Wu Sibao angrily threw Yu Shijia to the ground, roughly pulled Zhou Liping from the chair and pressed her down on a low platform in front of the rack. He pinched her right breast, which had no nipple, and grabbed Zhou Xueping's firm and full left breast. He said viciously to her, "You fucking look carefully. If you don't confess honestly, I'll make your breasts like this too, so you can't be a woman!" Zhou Xueping looked at her sister's scarred and bare breasts with the nipples cut off. The coin-sized bloodstains seemed to still be gushing blood. Her eyes blazed with fury as she struggled free from Wu Sibao's grasp, cursing, "You bunch of beasts! You'll all die a horrible death!"

Wu Sibao's face darkened. He forced the limp Zhou Liping to kneel on the low platform, pinching Zhou Xueping's face and saying viciously, "You won't learn your lesson until you see the coffin! I'll show you a good show right now!" Several agents dragged Yu Shijia onto the platform as well, making her kneel alongside Zhou Liping. Wu Sibao grabbed both of their heads, one in each hand, and pressed them against the platform, forcing both girls to stick their buttocks out. Two burly men stood behind them, shamelessly pulling out their large penises and pressing them against their anuses. Wu Sibao grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair and said, "Miss Zhou, watch closely! These two girls are being punished because you refused to cooperate!" He then raised his head and shouted, "Begin!" The two burly men each grabbed a girl's buttocks and simultaneously inserted their large penises into their anuses. Heart-wrenching screams echoed through the interrogation room. With each thrust of the penis, blood quickly stained the two girls' buttocks and thighs, staining half the countertop red. Their anuses, already severely injured during interrogation, were now being brutally torn open again. The two thugs continued to beat the two girls until they passed out. By then, their entire lower bodies were covered in blood, almost obscuring their original skin color. Zhou Xueping, hanging to one side, trembled violently, biting her lip, tears streaming down her face, her eyes red as if about to bleed.

Wu Sibao ordered his men to hang the unconscious Zhou Liping and Yu Shijia in the corner opposite Zhou Xueping, shining a powerful spotlight on their bloodied naked bodies. Then he personally raised the iron chain suspending Zhou Xueping, leaving her hanging in mid-air. Grabbing her hair, he looked at her grief-stricken face and said hatefully, "We're going to get some late-night snacks now, and when we get back, we'll have the energy to really mess with you. Look closely at your good sister; if you don't confess, she'll be your role model! I'll make sure you get all that shit out of her!" With that, he led all the thugs out of the room.

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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:10

(Fifty-two)

After leaving the small interrogation room, Liu Mei sat restlessly in her office. The brutal scenes in the torture chamber had left her shaken. She felt almost helpless in the face of this situation, which made her somewhat disheartened. She kept an eye on the movements in the torture chamber. The torture showed no signs of stopping, so she used the excuse of organizing documents to stay in her office until late at night. At midnight, she heard commotion outside and saw a group of secret agents dragging two stripped women into an interrogation room. She recognized one of them as Zhou Liping. She knew exactly what was going to happen; she could even imagine the horrific scene when the sisters met. She couldn't help but doubt whether saving Zhou Liping's life was the right thing to do. This would not only prolong her suffering but also greatly increase Zhou Xueping's pain, making her torture even more brutal. She was frantic, wishing she could take Zhou Xueping's place in the torture. She knew that panicking wouldn't help and repeatedly told herself to stay calm.

It was late at night. She rarely stayed in the office this late, except when she was with Hua Jianxiong. She knew that staying wouldn't save Zhou Xueping and would only increase suspicion, but she was still unwilling to leave, as if staying could alleviate some of Zhou Xueping's pain. Suddenly, she heard a loud commotion from the interrogation room, and many people were leaving. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking the interrogation was over. But upon closer inspection, only Wu Sibao and his men came out, and they were all heading towards the restaurant. She knew they were going for a late-night snack; it seemed Wu Sibao intended to interrogate Zhou Xueping all night. She couldn't stay any longer.

Just as Liu Mei was wondering what to do, she heard crisp footsteps outside her office. She was startled, wondering who could be here so late. The footsteps stopped at Hua Jianxiong's office door, and the door creaked open. Liu Mei nervously stared at the doorway, and was surprised to see Lin Meiyin enter. Her heart skipped a beat. Lin Meiyin smiled and asked Liu Mei, "Secretary Liu, you must be very tired today?" Liu Mei, unaware of Lin Meiyin's intentions, replied casually, "The director asked me to organize some documents before he left, and I haven't finished them yet." Then, she added meaningfully, "Secretary Lin, aren't you also working so late?" Lin Meiyin smiled and said, "Boss Zhou was treating everyone to dinner today, and it's only just ended. I was seeing him off when I passed by and saw how lively it was, so I came in to take a look. I didn't expect everyone at 76 to be so diligent." Seeing Liu Mei's surprised expression, she added, "Director Ding is also still in his office." Hearing this, Liu Mei's heart skipped a beat. Before she could speak, Lin Meiyin added, "The small interrogation room is brightly lit too. Looks like someone's been working all night." Liu Mei deliberately said, "They're interrogating that big Communist criminal." Lin Meiyin asked with interest, "Is it Zhou Xueping?" Seeing Liu Mei nod, she curled her lip and said, "That sounds nice, but what interrogation? It's just treachery! Like father, like son. I heard even Director Ding was involved today! I just overheard Li Ziwu bragging in that office, thinking nobody knew." Liu Mei was shocked; she didn't know Zhou Xueping had even involved Ding Mocun. Thinking that the man surnamed Ding was still in the office, a thought suddenly occurred to her: she had to try, no matter what. She deliberately spoke in an unusually friendly tone, "Sigh, with Jianxiong gone, these guys have become lawless. Who knows what dirty things they'll do in the dead of night." Hearing her words, Lin Meiyin's expression changed, she snorted, hurriedly said goodbye, and turned to leave. Hearing the crisp footsteps heading towards Ding Mocun's office, Liu Mei chuckled inwardly. She hastily tidied herself up and quickly left the office.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:12

(Fifty-three)

Early the next morning in Changchun, Hua Jianxiong, along with Wang Fengyan and Liu Dazhuang, arrived at Tang Shuqiang's office. He was scheduled to visit several important institutions that day, but his mind was preoccupied with how to get Yan Yu back, so he seemed somewhat preoccupied. Tang Shuqiang had already prepared a car for them. Seeing them arrive, he greeted them warmly and accompanied them to the Mei Agency, the Japanese intelligence headquarters in Changchun. Hua Jianxiong's trip to Changchun was merely to fulfill the duties assigned by Boss Zhou and to save face for the Japanese; he had no substantial mission to complete. Furthermore, with Yan Yu's arrest, he was somewhat distracted by these unavoidable social obligations. Fortunately, everyone in the Mei Agency was an acquaintance; they were the ones who orchestrated Kitajima Shizuka's trap, and everyone knew it without a word. Accompanied by Tang Shuqiang, he visited several important departments, chatted casually, and that was it. Wang Fengyan, on the other hand, stole the show; almost every Japanese man had eyes blazing with lust at her, and a few even nearly couldn't resist touching her. Hua Jianxiong found it amusing, secretly chuckling to himself, thinking Ding Mocun would be kicking himself if he knew. After leaving the Mei Agency, they went to the Kwantung Army Headquarters and two other Japanese agencies, finishing in the afternoon. After lunch, Tang Shuqiang asked Hua Jianxiong if he wanted to go to his office, but Hua Jianxiong shook his head, saying he needed to check on the interrogation at the prison. He needed to find a suitable opportunity to request that the prisoners be brought back to Shanghai. They took Wang Fengyan back to her apartment and then went to the prison together. Upon entering the gray building, hysterical screams and screams immediately filled their ears. Hua Jianxiong patiently examined each of the interrogation rooms downstairs, but his mind was on Yan Yu upstairs. He could tell that Tang Shuqiang and Liu Dazhuang were getting impatient; their real interest lay in the female prisoners upstairs. However, Hua Jianxiong deliberately lingered downstairs, unable to reveal his particular interest in Yan Yu. At this point, he felt the time was right and asked Tang Shuqiang, "Shall we go upstairs and take a look?" Tang Shuqiang nodded repeatedly, as if granted a pardon, "Yes, yes!" He then turned and led them upstairs, Liu Dazhuang grinning broadly as he hurriedly followed.

Upstairs was far less noisy than downstairs, but every scream from the prisoners in the interrogation rooms was chilling. Hua Jianxiong glanced through the window at the first interrogation room, then without lingering, went straight to the second interrogation room where the female teacher's college student was being interrogated. He pushed open the door and went in, without even glancing at the innermost interrogation room where Yan Yu was being interrogated. Inside, the young and beautiful female student was naked and bound to a tiger bench, being tortured; the weights on her feet had already been increased to four. The girl had clearly fainted several times and had just been awakened by being splashed with cold water. Her large, vacant eyes stared blankly, seemingly unresponsive to the torturer's menacing shouts. The burly man pressing down on her knees with one hand while his other hand roughly squeezed and kneaded one of her bruised breasts, demanding, "Who contacted you? Speak!" Hua Jianxiong could almost hear the cracking of the girl's bones. She was pale and covered in sweat, yet remained silent.

Guided by Tang Shuqiang, Hua Jianxiong sat down in a partitioned office in a corner of the room. Liu Dazhuang, however, couldn't contain himself and moved closer to the torture bench, his eyes fixed on the girl's naked body, eager to try. Seeing that the girl still wouldn't confess and was about to faint again, the burly man released his grip on her knees and thrust his hand between her legs. The girl began to moan. His large hand moved wantonly towards the tips of her tightly pressed legs, and soon his fingers were inside her. The girl groaned pitifully, but only her head could move. She shook her head desperately, tossing her short, ear-length hair, but to no avail. She could only watch helplessly as the burly man's large fingers ravaged her body. Hua Jianxiong watched the cruel scene through the glass, his mind racing. He thought to himself that Yan Yu was surely being subjected to the same brutal torture in the next room, and he hoped she could endure it. Liu Dazhuang, clearly itching for a fight, whispered a few words to a junior interrogator beside him before rolling up his sleeves and getting to work. Hua Jianxiong's eyes were fixed on the torture in the room, his mind preoccupied with how to get Yan Yu out, while he made small talk with Tang Shucheng. Just then, a bespectacled, bookish-looking agent walked in, handed Tang Shucheng two crumpled pages of paper covered in writing, and whispered, "Number 7 has confessed." Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat. Seeing Tang Shucheng quickly finish reading the interrogation record, he looked up at him and smiled, "Brother Jianxiong, congratulations! You've finally broken through one, and it's related to you!"
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:13

(Fifty-four)

Liu Mei didn't sleep well all night, wondering how Zhou Xueping and her sister and Xiao Yu had fared last night, and there was still no progress in rescuing them. After going to bed, she couldn't sleep because of her worries, and when she did fall asleep, she kept having nightmares, all of which were of naked, bloodied women. She woke up before dawn, unable to lie still any longer, gritted her teeth and got up, quickly washed up, feeling dizzy and disoriented, and rushed to Number 76.

Upon entering No. 76, she immediately went to the duty room to check yesterday's interrogation records. The person on duty told her that Wu Sibao and the others had left after having a late-night snack for some reason. She knew her little trick had worked and relaxed a bit. But she knew this cleverness could only temporarily alleviate Zhou Xueping's humiliation; she had to find a way to rescue her quickly, or it would be too late. Reaching the door of the small interrogation room, she suddenly heard movement inside, and it was a woman's moaning. Startled, she pushed the door open and went in. The room was dimly lit. After her eyes adjusted, she was stunned by the gruesome scene inside. Two women, covered in blood, hung against the corner of the interrogation room, their heads drooping, their faces covered by their short, disheveled hair. The moans were coming from them. Liu Mei recognized one of them as Zhou Liping from her deformed body and mutilated breasts. Although she couldn't see the other's face, judging from her figure, she was a very young girl, and many of her old wounds had scabbed over; she was definitely not Zhou Xueping. She didn't bother to identify the woman, nor did she pay attention to the night watchman who had just stood up rubbing his eyes. She turned and left the interrogation room. There weren't many people at work in the office building yet. She hurried to the cells, heading straight for Zhou Xueping's cell. The guard, dozing in his office, immediately perked up when Liu Mei entered. Liu Mei tried to appear nonchalant, coldly asking, "When was Zhou Xueping taken into custody last night?" The guard hesitated, then said with a look of fear, "No, yesterday afternoon Old Wu took Zhou Xueping away and hasn't brought her back! I heard Li Degui say they'd be interrogating her all night, even Zhou Liping and Yu Shijia have been taken away and haven't been brought back." He hurriedly pulled out the register to show Liu Mei. Liu Mei nervously checked the prisoner entry and exit records. Indeed, the Zhou Xueping sisters and Xiao Yu only had exit records, but no entry records. She felt as if she had fallen into a heavy shadow. She nodded, turned, and walked out, a huge question occupying her mind: Where is Zhou Xueping? Liu Mei thought for a moment, then quickly went to Wu Sibao's office, pushed open the door, found a blue-covered record book on the desk, and hurriedly flipped to the last page. Sure enough, Zhou Xueping's name was there. But then she looked at the signatory section and froze—it was the name of a man she didn't recognize.

Liu Mei hurried back to Hua Jianxiong's office, her mind racing. Who exactly is Lin Meiyin? What's going on between her and Ding Mocun? What exactly happened last night? Back in her office, she picked up the internal phone and called the security office to inquire about the vehicle records from the previous night. She quickly found that a prison van had taken prisoners out that night, but returned empty shortly after; the driver was Wu Sibao.

The situation was becoming increasingly complicated, and Liu Mei's heart pounded with anxiety. She called the convoy to check the whereabouts of the prison van last night, and the result was completely unexpected: the van had taken a prisoner to Ward B late at night, and the driver on duty only remembered that it had taken a female prisoner in heavy shackles; he knew nothing else. Ward B was another prison ward belonging to No. 76, located in a small alley across the street. No wonder the van returned so quickly. Liu Mei's doubts deepened. In No. 76, the division between Wards A and B was very clear. Ward A, which was the main prison, held and interrogated important political and espionage criminals, while Ward B was full of criminal and economic offenders. The people there were very different, and the conditions were much worse. If Zhou Xueping had really been taken to Ward B last night, what were they trying to do? Did Lin, Ding, and Wu have some bigger conspiracy? Liu Mei considered it for a moment and decided to investigate further. Whatever their conspiracy, she had to find out the truth. After all, Hua Jianxiong had left her instructions to cooperate with the interrogation before he left.

It was just past 7 a.m., and almost no one had arrived for work yet. Liu Mei left the gate of Cell No. 76 and headed towards Block B across the street. Upon reaching the entrance of Block B, she directly asked the gatekeeper for the name of the person she had found who had signed for the package. Sure enough, it was the guard supervisor, who had been on night shift and hadn't gone home yet. Following the gatekeeper's directions, Liu Mei entered the cell block. The pungent stench immediately made her frown. She pushed open the door to the guard's office the gatekeeper had told her about. A large, fat man was fast asleep, slumped over a table. Liu Mei immediately noticed a wrinkled light blue cheongsam lying on a worn-out bench in the office—it was the same dress Zhou Xueping had worn in the interrogation room the day before. There was also a noticeable stain of sticky, grayish-white liquid on one end of the bench and on the floor beneath it. Liu Mei's heart clenched. The man slumped over the table heard the noise and looked up, drool dripping from his mouth. He was startled to see Liu Mei, stood up, and looked flustered and unsure what to do. People from Zone A are rarely seen in Zone B, especially someone like Liu Mei, the beautiful secretary of a high-ranking official in Zone A, a highly sought-after figure; she never comes to Zone B. The man glanced furtively at the bench, looked at Liu Mei, opened his mouth but didn't know how to speak. Liu Mei asked bluntly, "Zhou Xueping has been brought here?" The man nodded repeatedly. Liu Mei breathed a sigh of relief, tossed her head, and commanded in an unquestionable tone, "Take me to see her!" The man jumped up as if granted a pardon and led Liu Mei out the door. The cells in Zone B were completely different from those in Zone A. Here, there were mostly large cells holding twenty or thirty people, reeking of foul odors, with sewage flowing everywhere. They housed thugs, thieves, prostitutes, robbers, rapists, opium addicts, and all sorts of scum. The side of the cells facing the corridor had no wall, only bars welded from steel bars thicker than a thumb, making the inside completely visible. As Liu Mei walked down the corridor, she could occasionally hear rough shouts coming from the cells.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:14

(Fifty-five)

Looking at this filthy, dark prison, Liu Mei's doubts grew stronger. Just then, the fat man stopped, holding a large bunch of keys, and looked at Liu Mei, saying, "We're here, right here!" Liu Mei looked closely, and her heart suddenly clenched: This was a male prison holding no less than 30 prisoners! This cell was noticeably more lively than the others; everyone was facing inward, watching something, and bursts of noise could be heard from time to time. No one even noticed the guards or Liu Mei's arrival. The guard shouted, and the people in the cell suddenly scattered and sat down. Liu Mei saw a scene that broke her heart. In the innermost corner of the cell, right next to the toilet, leaning against the wall was a white, fleshy mass; upon closer inspection, it was clear that it was a naked woman. Although the woman's head was bowed and her face was obscured by messy short hair, Liu Mei recognized her familiar figure at a glance—it was undoubtedly Zhou Xueping. Zhou Xueping's hands were tied behind her back, her legs were spread apart and raised, and she was conspicuously wearing a pair of fashionable high heels. A heavy pair of shackles locked her feet, and a thick iron chain on the shackles was even hung behind her neck, forcing her to lie horizontally on the damp ground in this humiliating position, exposing all her private parts to the dozens of men in the cell. As everyone in the cell dispersed and sat down, two men were still pressed against Zhou Xueping's body; one was pulling her head down to his crotch, while the other was greedily thrusting into her buttocks from behind. Seeing the guard and Liu Mei, the man in front released his grip, stood up casually, and nonchalantly retracted his penis, which was still sticking out of his pants; the man behind held Zhou Xueping's buttocks tightly, not only refusing to let go but also increasing the speed of his thrusting. Even as the guard opened the door and went in, he continued to roar wildly, pressing tightly against Zhou Xueping, his body trembling violently. The guard forcibly pulled him away, and the entire room of prisoners burst into laughter. A thick, black penis was pulled out of Zhou Xueping's lower body, and a stream of thick, white semen gushed from her open vagina, flowing onto the floor. The floor was already a muddy mess, a mixture of prisoners' excrement and a large amount of thick, white mucus, resembling a small pond. Zhou Xueping's head was also submerged in the water, her mouth slightly open, her face and hair covered in semen. She would occasionally gag, and with each breath, white liquid would gush from her mouth, hanging from the corners of her lips. Liu Mei almost vomited at the sight. She took out a small handkerchief, covered her nose, gave a heavy snort, and turned to leave.

The guard hurriedly ran out of the cell, slammed the door shut, and followed after her. Liu Mei entered the office and slammed the door shut. The guard cautiously slipped in, and Liu Mei, her eyes wide, angrily demanded, "Do you know who she is? She's a wanted criminal. How dare you..." The guard, looking aggrieved, protested, "Secretary Liu, listen to me. It was Old Wu from your side who brought this with Director Ding's warrant, specifically ordering her to be placed in the men's prison. I was just following orders..." Liu Mei glared at him, pointing to a conspicuous stain on the bench, and asked, "Is this also following orders?" The guard blushed and muttered something under his breath. Liu Mei didn't waste any more words with him and ordered, "Get her out of there immediately. Don't put her in that trash can. If anything happens to Zhou Xueping, the director will skin you alive when he gets back!" Upon hearing this, the guard hurriedly ordered someone to bring Zhou Xueping out. Seeing the guard standing there respectfully, Liu Mei was about to order him to prepare a single cell when she heard a series of noisy footsteps approaching from outside. The door opened, and Wu Sibao led a group of men in.

Wu Sibao was startled to see Liu Mei, then immediately bowed and said, "Secretary Liu, so you're here too. What brings you here…" Liu Mei's face darkened. "What a mess you've made! Bringing Zhou Xueping here for those murderers to abuse! If this gets out of hand, how will you explain to the director?" Wu Sibao forced a smile and said, "It's Director Ding's order; I dare not disobey!" Just then, several guards dragged Zhou Xueping over with a clatter. Zhou Xueping was limp, supported by two burly men, her legs involuntarily spread apart. One foot was wearing a high heel, while the other was bare. Her pubic hair was clumped together, its original color indistinguishable, and sticky fluid was dripping down. Her once beautiful hair was now a mess, wet and disheveled. She occasionally retched, the foul odor of her breath detectable from afar. Dried white discharge clung to the corners of her mouth. Several shocking purple bruises now marred her once fair and smooth breasts. She stood stubbornly, but her legs trembled uncontrollably, as if she might collapse at any moment. Seeing Zhou Xueping in this state, Liu Mei felt a pang of pain, her teeth clenched tightly, wishing she could tear these beasts to pieces. Wu Sibao, however, secretly winked at the guard, grabbed a crumpled cheongsam from the bench, and said with a smile to Liu Mei, "Secretary Liu, I must leave now. Miss Zhou might have something to say. Please forgive my rudeness." He then handed the cheongsam to a subordinate, who hastily draped it over Zhou Xueping's shoulders. He took the register, signed it, and led a group of people, carrying Zhou Xueping away with a clatter.

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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:15

(Fifty-six)

Hua Jianxiong's heart sank, and he almost instinctively reached for his gun. But he forced himself to remain calm and said nonchalantly, "Oh, really?" Tang Shuqiang smiled and handed him the interrogation record, saying, "That pretty boy named Zhang Cheng downstairs in number 7 held out for a whole day but finally couldn't take it anymore." Hua Jianxiong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly looked at the interrogation record. It turned out that this man named Zhang Cheng had broken down under torture and admitted that he was a Kuomintang agent. But he confessed that he had originally worked as an intelligence agent in the Wuxi Loyal and Patriotic Army and had just been transferred to the Northeast two weeks ago, but was arrested the day before yesterday. He said he didn't know much about the organization in Changchun, but was willing to cooperate and tell him about the Kuomintang organization in the Wuxi area. Hua Jianxiong glanced at the connections Zhang Cheng had made in Wuxi, all of which were outposts of peripheral organizations like the Loyal and Patriotic Army and the Iron-Blooded Exterminator Corps in the Wuxi-Changzhou area. He breathed a sigh of relief. Once his mind calmed, an idea immediately popped into his head: the opportunity had arrived. He hesitated for a moment, then returned the interrogation records to Tang Shuqiang, smiling broadly. "Congratulations, Brother Tang! You've made a breakthrough so quickly. These confessions are extremely useful to us. I'll report to Boss Zhou immediately." He glanced at the ongoing interrogation on the other side of the room and carefully said to Tang Shuqiang, "This man needs to be taken back to Shanghai immediately. I want to wipe out their entire organization. The brothers have worked hard these past few days. I think it would be better to take all these prisoners back together so we can continue the interrogation." Tang Shuqiang hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Brother, you're too kind. I think we should both report this. We'll decide on the specifics tomorrow after we hear from the higher-ups." Hua Jianxiong thought about it and realized this was the only option; he understood that Tang Shuqiang couldn't make the decision himself. The assassination of the ambassador establishing diplomatic relations was a Japanese charade, as was the detention and interrogation of Kitajima in Shanghai. Now that the main act was over and the Japanese had achieved their goal, he believed they had long since lost interest in these small fry and had forgotten about them. So, tomorrow would just be a formality. Thinking this, he nodded magnanimously: "Then let's do as Brother Tang says."

Hua Jianxiong accompanied Tang Shuqiang back to his office, while simultaneously sending a car to pick up Wang Fengyan. Once in his office, Tang Shuqiang immediately instructed his secretary to draft a report for the Mei Agency. Hua Jianxiong also called Lin Meiyin, asking her to report the progress made to Boss Zhou and to convey his intention to bring all the prisoners back to Shanghai. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Lin Meiyin on the phone, Hua Jianxiong hung up, satisfied. At this moment, Wang Fengyan arrived. She drafted a simple telegram herself and instructed her to go with Tang Shuqiang's secretary to the telegraph room to send it urgently to Ding Mocun. Only then did he truly relax, feeling that his mission was nearing completion.

Seeing that the work was almost finished, Tang Shuqiang stood up and said to Hua Jianxiong, "Brother, you've worked hard today. I'll treat you and Secretary Wang tonight!" Hua Jianxiong shook his head and said, "Brother Tang, no need to be so polite. You've already welcomed me, so I should be the one to treat you today. However, several friends have already made plans with me, so we'll have to reschedule." Tang Shuqiang knew about his relationship with the Japanese, and seeing his response, he didn't insist. He called a driver to take them back to their apartment.

Hua Jianxiong was still worried about tomorrow's arrangements, fearing something might go wrong and disrupt his plans, so he declined Tang Shuqiang's invitation. Back at his apartment, he called a familiar Japanese acquaintance in the Mei Agency and invited him out for dinner that evening. This Japanese man held considerable influence in the Mei Agency. Hua Jianxiong subtly inquired about the assassination attempt on the ambassador and learned that the case had indeed been closed in the Mei Agency, which put his mind at ease. He had originally planned to ask the other party to personally plead with Chief Umezu to bring the relevant criminals back to Shanghai. Upon hearing the case's conclusion, he remained silent to avoid adding unnecessary complications.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:18

(Fifty-seven)

When Zhou Xueping was brought in, the small interrogation room became lively again. Zhou Liping and Yu Shijia, who had been suspended for half the night, had been released. They were forced to kneel on the ground by the thugs. The two girls' muscles and bones seemed to have completely disintegrated; they couldn't support themselves at all and swayed as they knelt. Hearing the heavy shackles dragging on the ground, the two girls simultaneously raised their heads, but were stunned by the scene before them. Yu Shijia shed tears first, followed by Zhou Liping, who couldn't help but sob. Wu Sibao ripped the cheongsam off Zhou Xueping and threw it on the ground. He scanned her disheveled body and sighed with pity, "Miss Zhou, look at you. One wrong decision and you've ended up like this. How can a rich young lady like you endure this? Those petty thieves, who wouldn't even dare to glance at you before, can now beat you up however they want. What a pity... what a pity." Zhou Xueping ignored him, trying to straighten her body, but her legs kept shaking. Wu Sibao pointed at Zhou Xueping's naked body and turned to the thugs, saying, "What kind of state is this? Clean Miss Zhou up!" Five or six thugs had already stripped off their shirts and trousers, eager to get down to business. As soon as Wu Sibao finished speaking, a burly man picked up a bucket of water and poured it over Zhou Xueping's head. The two agents holding her quickly released their grip, and another bucket of water was poured over her. Zhou Xueping swayed twice, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. Two buckets of water were simultaneously poured onto her chest, her full breasts jiggling violently. The two thugs pulled off her shackled feet, and immediately several streams of water washed over her gruesome lower body. Clumps of white filth flowed into the sewer with the clear water.

Wu Sibao squatted down, brushed aside the wet hair clinging to Zhou Xueping's cheeks, and stared into her haggard eyes, saying, "So, Miss Zhou, have you thought it through now? Are you willing to cooperate with us?" Zhou Xueping kept her mouth tightly shut and didn't answer. He grabbed her hair, pulled her up, and pointed to the two girls kneeling in the corner, crying their eyes out, saying, "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about them. While you were having your fun with men yesterday, they were hanging here all night!" Zhou Xueping slowly closed her eyes, holding back her tears, and whispered two words: "Beasts!" Wu Sibao's facial muscles stiffened, he pushed Zhou Xueping to the ground, and said viciously, "Stubborn! Help her wake up!"

One of the agents came up and removed the shackles, while two other thugs grabbed Zhou Xueping's arms, dragged her up, and hung her on the rack. Wu Sibao called out to them, "Ahead!" The thugs understood, unlocked the handcuffs, pulled Zhou Xueping's hands to the front, re-cuffed them, and hung her on the chains. Zhou Xueping straightened her dripping body. Wu Sibao kicked the high heels lying on the ground and said, "Put them on her!" The high heels were slipped onto Zhou Xueping's feet, and she involuntarily arched her back, her high, firm breasts standing erect enticingly. Wu Sibao then gestured to tighten the chains, grabbed her full breasts, and lewdly kneaded them, saying, "What beautiful breasts! It would be a shame to ruin them. Miss Zhou, don't regret it!" He released her and stepped back, and immediately a burly man wielding a leather whip rushed forward, raising the whip to lash Zhou Xueping's high breasts. The whip whistled as it fell, her full breasts jerked violently, and a bloody welt appeared on her delicate skin. Zhou Xueping swayed, biting her lip without uttering a sound. A gust of wind swept by, and several thugs changed hands, their whips raining down. Soon, Zhou Xueping's chest, stomach, thighs, and buttocks were covered in crisscrossing welts, blood seeping from every part of her body.

The thugs were all panting heavily, and Zhou Xueping finally succumbed, her head drooping. Wu Sibao stopped the thugs, grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair, and asked, "How's it going, Miss Zhou? Not feeling too good, are you? Let me tell you, this is just the beginning. If you don't cooperate, then what awaits you won't just be physical pain." Zhou Xueping exhaled a long breath and turned her head to the side. Wu Sibao released Zhou Xueping's hair, grabbed her bleeding breast with one hand and squeezed it hard, while the other hand reached between her thighs, gripping her genitals and slowly inserting his fingers into her vagina, stirring them wantonly inside. Zhou Xueping's shoulders trembled, her head drooping, every muscle in her body tense, silently enduring the lewd humiliation.

After struggling for a while and seeing that Zhou Xueping didn't react, Wu Sibao withdrew his blood-stained hand, changed his expression, and said, "Miss Zhou, why are you doing this? Someone as smart, beautiful, and from a good family as you has a bright future. If you agree to cooperate, everything is negotiable." He paused and then said, "Director Ding specifically left a message today, and he keeps his word. As long as you name Feng, you can choose any high-ranking official position or generous salary." Zhou Xueping slowly raised her eyelids and calmly said, "I don't know anything about Feng." With a slap, Wu Sibao slapped Zhou Xueping's fair face: "You won't shed tears until you see the coffin!" He turned around and shouted towards the door, "Old Huang, come in!"
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:21

(Fifty-seven)

When Zhou Xueping was brought in, the small interrogation room became lively again. Zhou Liping and Yu Shijia, who had been hanging for half the night, had been taken down. They were forced to kneel on the ground by the thugs. The two girls' muscles and bones seemed to have completely collapsed, unable to support their bodies, and they swayed precariously as they knelt. Hearing the heavy creak of the shackles dragging on the ground, both girls looked up simultaneously, only to be stunned by the sight before them. Xiao Yu burst into tears first, followed by Zhou Liping, who also couldn't help but sob. Wu Sibao ripped the cheongsam off Zhou Xueping and threw it on the ground, scanning her disheveled body with pity. He sighed, "Miss Zhou, look at you. One wrong decision, and you've ended up like this. How can a rich young lady like you endure this? Those petty thieves, who wouldn't even dare to glance at you before, can now beat you up however they want. It's such a pity… such a pity." Zhou Xueping ignored him, trying to straighten her body, but her legs continued to tremble. Wu Sibao pointed at Zhou Xueping's naked body and turned to his thugs, saying, "What kind of mess is this? Clean Miss Zhou up!" Five or six thugs, already shirtless and trousers down, were itching to get down to business. As soon as Wu Sibao spoke, a burly man grabbed a bucket of water and poured it over Zhou Xueping's head. The two agents holding her quickly released their grip, and another bucket of water was poured over her. Zhou Xueping swayed twice, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. Two buckets of water were poured onto her chest simultaneously, her full breasts heaving violently. Two thugs pulled off her shackled feet, and several streams of water immediately washed over her gruesome lower body. Clumps of white filth flowed into the sewer with the clear water.

Wu Sibao squatted down, brushed aside the wet hair clinging to Zhou Xueping's cheeks, and stared into her haggard eyes, saying, "So, Miss Zhou, have you thought it through now? Are you willing to cooperate with us?" Zhou Xueping kept her mouth tightly shut and didn't answer. He grabbed her hair, pulled her up, and pointed to the two girls kneeling in the corner, crying their eyes out, saying, "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about them. While you were having your fun with men yesterday, they were hanging here all night!" Zhou Xueping slowly closed her eyes, holding back her tears, and whispered two words: "Beasts!" Wu Sibao's facial muscles stiffened, he pushed Zhou Xueping to the ground, and said viciously, "Stubborn! Help her wake up!"

One of the agents came up and removed the shackles, while two other thugs grabbed Zhou Xueping's arms, dragged her up, and hung her on the rack. Wu Sibao called out to them, "Ahead!" The thugs understood, unlocked the handcuffs, pulled Zhou Xueping's hands to the front, re-cuffed them, and hung her on the chains. Zhou Xueping straightened her dripping body. Wu Sibao kicked the high heels lying on the ground and said, "Put them on her!" The high heels were slipped onto Zhou Xueping's feet, and she involuntarily arched her back, her high, firm breasts standing erect enticingly. Wu Sibao then gestured to tighten the chains, grabbed her full breasts, and lewdly kneaded them, saying, "What beautiful breasts! It would be a shame to ruin them. Miss Zhou, don't regret it!" He released her and stepped back, and immediately a burly man wielding a leather whip rushed forward, raising the whip to lash Zhou Xueping's high breasts. The whip whistled as it fell, her full breasts jerked violently, and a bloody welt appeared on her delicate skin. Zhou Xueping swayed, biting her lip without uttering a sound. A gust of wind swept by, and several thugs changed hands, their whips raining down. Soon, Zhou Xueping's chest, stomach, thighs, and buttocks were covered in crisscrossing welts, blood seeping from every part of her body.

The thugs were all panting heavily, and Zhou Xueping finally succumbed, her head drooping. Wu Sibao stopped the thugs, grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair, and asked, "How's it going, Miss Zhou? Not feeling too good, are you? Let me tell you, this is just the beginning. If you don't cooperate, then what awaits you won't just be physical pain." Zhou Xueping exhaled a long breath and turned her head to the side. Wu Sibao released Zhou Xueping's hair, grabbed her bleeding breast with one hand and squeezed it hard, while the other hand reached between her thighs, gripping her genitals and slowly inserting his fingers into her vagina, stirring them wantonly inside. Zhou Xueping's shoulders trembled, her head drooping, every muscle in her body tense, silently enduring the lewd humiliation.

After fiddling with Zhou Xueping for a while without getting a response, Wu Sibao withdrew his blood-stained hand, changed his expression, and said, "Miss Zhou, why are you doing this? Someone as smart, beautiful, and from a good family as you has a bright future. If you agree to cooperate, everything is negotiable." He paused and added, "Director Ding specifically left a message today; he keeps his word. Just name who Feng is, and you can choose any high-ranking official position or generous salary." Zhou Xueping slowly raised her eyelids and calmly said, "I don't know anything about Feng." With a slap, Wu Sibao struck Zhou Xueping's fair face: "You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!" He turned and shouted towards the door, "Old Huang, come in

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The door opened quietly, and a man slipped in cautiously. Among the naked women and almost naked men in the room, his neatly dressed Zhongshan suit stood out starkly. When he saw Zhou Xueping hanging naked in the room, he quickly lowered his head. "Huang Keji…you bastard!" came the heartbroken voice of Zhou Xueping, kneeling on the ground. Huang Keji turned around and saw the emaciated Zhou Xueping, naked and covered in blood, struggling to lunge at him, but being held down by two burly men. His head sank even lower, wishing he could disappear into the ground. Wu Sibao pulled Huang Keji to face Zhou Xueping and said, "Miss Zhou, meet your comrade!" Zhou Xueping raised her head, gave Huang Keji a contemptuous look, and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Scumbag!" and then fell silent. Wu Sibao lifted Zhou Xueping's face and said, "I'll ask you one more time, who is Feng!" Zhou Xueping firmly replied, "I don't know!" Wu Sibao turned and nudged Huang Keji, asking, "Old Huang, what do you say?" Huang Keji stepped forward, staring at his toes, and said, "Sister Xue..." Zhou Xueping abruptly interrupted him, "Shut up!" Huang Keji's face flushed red and then paled, and he whispered, "Zhou... Feng is your direct superior, and your contact point is Duan's Silk Shop. I've personally seen the intelligence Feng wrote to you." He finished speaking quickly in one breath and hurriedly retreated to the back. Wu Sibao asked Zhou Xueping triumphantly, "Well, what do you have to say now?" Zhou Xueping bravely stared into his eyes and replied, "I don't know!" Wu Sibao angrily grabbed her left breast and shouted, "You're hard? I'll show you who's hard!" Saying this, he picked up a thick steel needle, pinched and rubbed the pink nipple, and then pierced the tiny milk hole with the needle tip. Zhou Xueping tensed up, let out a soft groan, and lowered her head. Blood flowed from her nipples, over her breasts covered in whip marks, and dripped onto the ground. Wu Sibao deliberately slowed down, allowing the steel needle to slowly penetrate her tender breast. He stared intently into Zhou Xueping's eyes, but saw no fear.

The one-inch-long steel needle was fully inserted into Zhou Xueping's breast, and blood pooled on the ground. Wu Sibao released his blood-stained hand, picked up another steel needle, and handed it to Huang Keji standing behind him: "Old Huang, you do this one!" Huang Keji's hands trembled violently, his face was as white as a sheet, and his lips trembled as he couldn't speak. Wu Sibao slapped him hard: "What's wrong with you?" He then tugged at his collar: "Covering yourself up like that doesn't look like you're doing any work!" Huang Keji smiled awkwardly, clumsily took off his coat, revealing his undershirt and a muscular physique. Wu Sibao handed him the steel needle: "Try it!" Huang Keji didn't dare refuse and walked tremblingly to Zhou Xueping. Seeing that he dared not make a move, Wu Sibao reached out and grabbed Zhou Xueping's right breast, pulling Huang Keji's hand towards it. The moment Huang Keji's hand touched the soft flesh, he recoiled as if burned. Seeing Wu Sibao's mocking gaze, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the plump breast from Wu Sibao's grasp. The soft, warm flesh immediately aroused him, and he couldn't help but knead it. Zhou Xueping suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes glaring at him: "Let go of your filthy hands!" Huang Keji trembled, almost letting go. But he couldn't resist the soft breast. He had once desperately tried to touch his sister Zhou Liping's breasts, but the small, hard feeling of those was nothing compared to the mature breasts of this mature woman in his hands. He even had the urge to suckle the nipple. But now he held a gleaming steel needle in his hand, and more than a dozen people in the room were staring at him, waiting to see him plunge the needle in his right hand into the lovely breast he was grasping with his left. He looked up at Zhou Xueping and pleaded, "Sister Xueping, you say it!" Zhou Xueping spat in his face. He raised his arm to wipe his face, gritted his teeth, gripped the breast with his left hand, aimed at the erect nipple, and thrust the steel needle in with his right. The feeling of the hard steel needle piercing into the soft, thick flesh made his heart pound. Blood flowed out, and Zhou Xueping bit her lip and remained silent. Zhou Liping and Xiao Yu, kneeling behind, struggled desperately in the hands of the agents, cursing Huang Keji for being vulgar and shameless.

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The cruel interrogation continued all morning. After lunch, it continued, and Huang Keji, like all the agents, stripped down to his shorts and ran around shirtless. Wu Sibao ordered Zhou Xueping's feet to be bound and pulled upwards using the two iron chains at the corners of the rack. Zhou Xueping was suspended more than half a person's height, her two plump thighs spread in a V-shape, completely exposing her private parts. Wu Sibao leisurely smoked, using his fingers to pry open Zhou Xueping's swollen labia, observing the engorged vaginal walls while making clicking sounds. All the men in the room greedily stared at the beautiful woman's tormented lower body, swallowing hard. After

a while, Wu Sibao released her, then parted her plump buttocks and used his fingers to probe her equally swollen and purplish-red anus. Zhou Xueping's small, delicate anus was covered in scabs, and blood was still seeping out when pressed. It seemed that the criminals in the B-section cell had also thoroughly abused this area last night. Wu Sibao somewhat regretted not having cleaned this hole first yesterday, allowing these murderers to take advantage of the situation. He shook his head and said, "Why would a rich young lady like you bother?" He stared intently into Zhou Xueping's eyes with wolf-like eyes and said, "Miss Zhou, have you thought it through? Still unwilling to cooperate with us? If I start now, you won't be able to be a woman anymore!" Zhou Xueping calmly closed her eyes, completely ignoring him. Wu Sibao opened his large hand and stroked the thick pubic hair displayed in front of him, grabbed a small tuft, and pulled it down sharply. Zhou Xueping's muscles tensed, and she subconsciously grunted. Her body swayed, and a tuft of pubic hair was plucked out by Wu Sibao. Wu Sibao shamelessly put this small tuft of dark pubic hair under his nose and smelled it, then held it up to his eyes to examine it, and then grabbed another tuft and threatened, "Does it hurt? If you don't confess, I'll pluck all your pubic hair off!" The thugs gathered around at the sound of his voice, craning their necks and staring expectantly at Zhou Xueping's exposed lower body. Seeing that Zhou Xueping remained silent, Wu Sibao ripped the pubic hair he was holding out of his hand. Then he pulled over one of the agents and said, "Come on, you do it! Don't rush, Miss Zhou has plenty of pubic hair, everyone gets a share!" The agents burst into laughter, each eager to try. Wu Sibao calmly lit a cigarette, exhaling smoke rings as he watched the agents take turns plucking clumps of Zhou Xueping's pubic hair. He blew a puff of smoke into Zhou Xueping's face and said, "Miss Zhou, you have great willpower, I admire you! Call me anytime you can't take it anymore."

This shameless farce lasted for two whole hours. Zhou Xueping's pubic hair was sparsely plucked, and her swollen vulva was exposed like a ravine in a hilly area. Zhou Liping and Xiao Yu, kneeling to one side, had already cried their eyes out, only able to sob silently. Under the dual torment of physical and mental torture, Zhou Xueping almost lost control. She moaned unconsciously with each of the thugs' movements, and a warm, viscous substance involuntarily gushed from her lower body. Wu Sibao strolled slowly outside the crowd, then suddenly slapped Huang Keji, who was craning his neck and swallowing hard at the sight, and shouted, "Old Huang, don't just watch, you should do something too!" He then pushed Huang Keji into the crowd. Huang Keji stared at Zhou Xueping's exposed genitals, his throat making a gurgling sound, his hands pressed directly against his own legs, his gaze shifting suspiciously between Zhou Xueping and Wu Sibao. Wu Sibao coughed and squeezed to the front, then suddenly shouted as if he had discovered a new continent: "Damn it, who says Communists aren't born of human parents? Look at Miss Zhou, she's so wet down there, it's practically flowing like a river!" Only then did everyone notice that, indeed, Zhou Xueping's vulva, parted like a small mouth, was glistening with moisture, and a clear, sticky fluid was flowing down her mons pubis, making her entire buttocks and pubic area sticky. Wu Sibao lewdly said to Zhou Xueping, "Miss Zhou, you're in such a good mood! It must be so uncomfortable; if you talk about it, everything will be fine." Zhou Xueping bit her lip and lowered her head. Wu Sibao laughed heartily: "Still can't make up your mind? Then let your old acquaintance and subordinate, Mr. Huang, help you!"

Someone behind them chuckled, the laughter filled with lewdness and mockery. Zhou Liping and Xiao Yu cursed incessantly, their voices hoarse. Wu Sibao frowned and said to Li Degui, "Send a few men to shut them up!" Several agents rushed over, took out two stiff leather belts about an inch wide, and two or three of them held down each girl, forcibly prying open their mouths, tightening the belts around their heads. Neither girl could scream; they could only whimper in sorrow and indignation. Wu Sibao looked at Huang Keji and said, "Old Huang, do it! Secretary Zhou has approved! Miss Zhou has no objections either." Huang Keji blushed, hesitantly raised a hand, and tremblingly grabbed a small tuft of pubic hair dangling in front of his eyes. Under everyone's gaze, he suddenly pulled hard, and Zhou Xueping's white body, hanging in mid-air, swayed twice, but the pubic hair didn't come out. The agents burst into laughter. Huang Keji glanced awkwardly at Wu Sibao, his hands covered in sticky fluid. Wu Sibao chuckled and said, "Old Huang, what are you afraid of? You can't even handle a few woman's pubic hairs! I'll teach you!" He grabbed Huang Keji's left hand, which had been pressed against his thigh, and told him to straighten his index and middle fingers together. Then, he pulled Huang's hand towards Zhou Xueping's crotch, and with a "plop," both fingers were inserted into Zhou Xueping's vagina. Huang Keji was startled. The warm, elastic feeling of the woman's vagina immediately overwhelmed him. The sticky fluid flowed down his fingers, giving him a strange sensation he had never experienced before. "What are you standing there for? Hold it in!" Huang Keji quickly obeyed Wu Sibao's command, using his fingers inserted into Zhou Xueping's vagina to hold her lower body. He noticed the taut muscles trembling slightly, which greatly encouraged him. Wu Sibao then showed him how to use two fingers of his right hand to pinch the sparse pubic hair, wrapping them around his fingers twice and pulling them taut. At this moment, he shouted, "Damn it!" Huang Keji shuddered and with a forceful pull, a tuft of dark, wet pubic hair was already in his hand. Wu Sibao patted his shoulder: "How about it, Lao Huang? Good enough, right? Come on, the rest are all yours!" Huang Keji grinned foolishly and nodded repeatedly, and amidst Zhou Xueping's trembling body, he imitated her and plucked all the few remaining tufts of pubic hair from her lower body until her lower body was completely bald.

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Author: dykzx Time: 2007-9-9 07:25

It's okay, the artistic conception is so-so
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:27

(Sixty)

Huang Keji personally plucked all of Zhou Xueping's pubic hair and entered a woman's vagina for the first time, personally experiencing the taste of a woman. He was trembling with excitement, and his crotch had already unknowingly pitched a small tent. He excitedly went to wash his hands at the bucket, but unexpectedly saw Zhou Liping. Zhou Liping was kneeling beside the bucket, pinned to the ground by two thugs, like a small animal caught in a trap. Not only were her limbs bound, but her mouth was also gagged. Although she couldn't scream, her two hateful eyes were fixed on him. This was the first time he had been so close to Zhou Liping since her arrest, and she was completely naked. He could hardly remember what the young and beautiful girl she used to look like. He had never actually seen Zhou Liping's body before, but now this grotesque, bloody mass of flesh made him unable to look directly at her. He secretly rejoiced that he had changed his mind quickly.
Wu Sibao strolled over nonchalantly. He patted Huang Keji's shoulder and winked deliberately, saying, "How's it going, Lao Huang? Not so fun with the Communists, right? The sooner you defect, the sooner you'll be happy!" After saying that, he deliberately glanced at Zhou Xueping, who was hanging in mid-air in agony. He lit another cigarette and noticed Huang Keji's evasive gaze in front of Zhou Liping. As if suddenly remembering something, he asked Huang Keji, "Old Huang, have you actually slept with this little girl?" As he spoke, he extended his right middle finger and made a lewd gesture. Huang Keji shook his head, seemingly a little embarrassed: "No." Wu Sibao clicked his tongue and shook his head again: "What a pity! I saw this little girl once when she was first caught and stripped naked. She's a little less beautiful than Miss Zhou, but she's still a standard beauty. Turns out she's still a virgin. It's a pity the section chief handed her over to Liu Dazhuang, and they didn't get anything out of her. They've ruined her! What a waste!" He deliberately teased in a voice that Zhou Liping and Zhou Xueping could hear: "Old Huang, that's not right of you. You didn't seize the opportunity to sleep with your fiancée, but left her for someone else to sleep with! Now it's pointless to sleep with her, isn't it?" Seeing Huang Keji's embarrassed expression, he asked considerately: "How about it, Old Huang? I'll treat you today and make it up to you?"

Huang Keji was stunned, looking at Zhou Liping's breathtaking naked body with a puzzled look, then at Wu Sibao, not knowing what he meant. Wu Sibao smiled mysteriously and gestured towards Zhou Xueping, who was hanging there, saying, "To be honest, I've slept with both Zhou sisters. Compared to the eldest sister, Miss Zhou is like a green apple compared to a ripe peach—the taste is quite different!" Huang Keji's face immediately turned as red as a pig's liver. He panicked and stammered, unsure of what to say. Seeing this, Wu Sibao, with a wicked grin, gestured and asked Huang Keji, "Tell the truth, have you ever slept with a woman? Have you ever penetrated a woman?" Huang Keji shook his head in shame. Wu Sibao shook his head and said, "You Communists... such a delicious treat is right under your noses, yet you haven't tasted it... what a pity!" He patted Huang Keji's bulging crotch and lewdly said, "This thing is completely different from a finger; I guarantee you'll want it for life after just one time!" He pulled Huang Keji in front of Zhou Xueping, touching her exposed crotch and saying, "Your sister-in-law is such a beauty, and so tasteful; you won't lose out if I break your virginity!"

All the agents in the room became excited upon hearing their conversation and gathered around, eagerly waiting to see the spectacle. Before Huang Keji could answer, Wu Sibao gave an order, and they began to get to work. Three agents simultaneously loosened the chains, allowing Zhou Xueping's naked body, suspended in a V-shape, to slowly descend. Zhou Xueping realized that even more depraved and cruel humiliation was about to befall her and struggled to resist. But the clanging of the chains mercilessly shattered all her hopes. Her body, spread wide open, fell helplessly to the ground until her bare, wet buttocks reached hip height. The other agents, not forgetting to cuff Zhou Liping's hands and feet—who was struggling desperately and banging her head and body against the wall and floor with resounding thuds—and tied them together behind her back, then pressed her down beside the rack.

Seeing everything was ready, Wu Sibao pulled Huang Keji over and said, "Come on! Old Huang, now it's your turn!" Huang Keji stood helplessly before the rack, unsure what to do with his hands and feet. Wu Sibao cursed and ripped off Huang Keji's shorts, causing a burst of laughter. He mocked, "What's wrong, Old Huang? Aren't you embarrassed in front of your little fiancée? Let her see today. Let her regret it! Who told her to be so stubborn and uncooperative!" Hearing this, two agents pulled up Zhou Liping's face, forcing her to look closely at her naked sister hanging before her. Zhou Liping shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face. Huang Keji glanced at Zhou Liping, who was struggling desperately, gritted his teeth, kicked his shorts to the ground, and walked naked towards Zhou Xueping, who was also completely naked, amidst Zhou Liping's sobs.

But a strange thing happened. Standing in front of Zhou Xueping, whose limbs were tightly bound by ropes and whose private parts were completely exposed, Huang Keji's erect penis melted and shrunk down like an ice cube dropped into hot water, hanging listlessly between his legs. The surrounding agents were stunned at first, then burst into laughter. Wu Sibao grinned and said to Huang Keji, "Old Huang, you're really hopeless." He pointed to Zhou Xueping's bound and exposed white naked body and said, "You can't even get hard in front of such a naked beauty?" Huang Keji gave an embarrassed bitter smile and covered his penis with his hand. Wu Sibao pulled his hand and placed it on Zhou Xueping's breast: "Pathetic, doing this!" Huang
Ji held his penis with one hand and grabbed Zhou Xueping's breast with the other, kneading and squeezing it haphazardly. But after a long time, the soft, fleshy mound remained unmoved.

(Sixty-one)

Suddenly, Li Degui shouted from the side, "Old Huang, try this!" As he spoke, a hoarse moan came from below. Everyone turned around and saw that Li Degui had untied Zhou Liping's gag, and a large hand gripped her cheek like an iron clamp, forcing her small mouth wide open. Huang Keji understood that this meant he was to insert his penis into Zhou Liping's mouth and have her perform oral sex on him. He had been captured in the same way by the female agent from the 76th Special Agent Unit when he was first arrested; he couldn't forget the ecstatic feeling of his penis being wrapped in a woman's warm, slippery tongue in her wet mouth. But seeing Zhou Liping's fiery eyes and her row of neat white teeth, he shook his head in fear.

Li Degui was getting impatient and angrily cursed. One of the agents grinned and said to him, "He's afraid his wife will bite his penis off!" Everyone immediately burst into laughter. Li Degui said fiercely, "What's so difficult about this!" With that, he grabbed a hammer, and with a muffled crack, blood splattered everywhere. Zhou Liping screamed as her front teeth were knocked out, blood flowing all over her face and body. Hanging from the ceiling, Zhou Xueping suddenly raised her head, her eyes red, and shouted, "Beasts...you have no humanity...let her go, come at me..." Wu Sibao stepped forward and pinched her face, saying, "What? Miss Zhou, feeling sorry for your sister? If you really care about her, tell me who Feng is! Otherwise, I'll break you into pieces like this too!" "No...don't even think about it...you bastards...let her go..." Seeing that Zhou Xueping showed no sign of yielding, Wu Sibao fiercely said to Li Degui, "Knock! Knock them all out! Let's see who's stronger!" Li Degui, receiving the order, worked even harder, knocking out Zhou Liping's teeth one by one with the hammer. Unable to reach it through the hole, they used large pliers to forcefully pull it out, completely knocking out Zhou Liping's teeth. She was covered in blood, limp and unable to struggle any longer. Zhou Xueping looked at her sister lying in a pool of blood, tears streaming down her face, and cried silently.

Li Degui pried open Zhou Liping's bloodied, bare mouth again and said to Huang Keji, "Old Huang, come on!" Huang Keji, seeing the horrific scene before him, still dared not move forward. Not only did he dare not insert himself into the bloody hole, but even if he did, he believed that as long as Zhou Liping had a breath left, her teeth, like those of a man who had been plowed, would bite off his manhood. Disappointed, Li Degui threw Zhou Liping, who had a red cloth hanging around her neck, to the ground. Suddenly remembering something, he walked to the corner, pulled over Yu Shijia, who was already stunned by the violent and terrifying scene before her, and straightened her limp body. As soon as his hand touched her chin, she opened her mouth wide. Urged on by the crowd, Huang Keji cautiously approached and shakily placed the lump of rotten flesh in his hand into the girl's mouth. Yu Shijia stood there dumbfounded, mouth agape, too afraid to move. The two of them stood there, frozen in place. Li Degui patted the girl's buttocks and commanded, "Shut up! Lick! Suck! Harder!" Yu Shijia stiffly closed her mouth, her facial muscles tense, her throat gurgling. But after a long while, Huang Keji, still shaken, remained unresponsive. Wu Sibao smiled and said to Huang Keji, whose face was as red as a sheet, "Old Huang, don't bother. The one who tied the knot must untie it. Let's ask your sister-in-law for a solution!" He ordered Li Degui to drag Zhou Liping, who was lying in a pool of blood, away and hang her up next to Yu Shijia. He then washed the ground clean and ordered someone to prepare something.

He then pulled over a chair, placed it close to the low platform, and made Huang Keji sit on it naked. He pointed at Zhou Xueping's naked body and said to Huang Keji, "Take a closer look at this! This isn't some superior, it's a naked woman, a real beauty, waiting for you to fuck her. Look at those breasts, look at that pussy, aren't you drooling? I'll show you right now, she's just like any other woman, a piece of trash for men to fuck!" As he spoke, the agents were already prepared, pushing a huge iron box next to the torture rack, connecting it to a power source, and a row of red and green lights lit up. Wu Sibao took a copper rod, about half a foot long and the thickness of a small rolling pin, from one of the agents. One end of the rod was round, and the other end had two electrical wires. He turned Zhou Xueping's body around, aimed the copper rod at her swollen anus, and forcefully shoved it in. Zhou Xueping's anus was suddenly stretched open, the tear from the previous night's rape completely ripped open. She groaned in pain and immediately bit her lip. Blood flowed continuously, staining the copper rod and Wu Sibao's hands red. Wu Sibao paid no heed, continuing to push the copper rod all the way in, leaving only two wires dangling outside. He handed the wire ends to an agent, who connected them to the machine. Then, he picked up two extremely thin steel needles and ordered someone to shine a strong light on Zhou Xueping's genitals. Her pubic hair-free vulva appeared bare, with two swollen labia protruding abruptly from the smooth flesh, forming a fleshy groove. Wu Sibao carefully parted one labia with his fingers, revealing a small protrusion inside—the delicate labia minora. He aimed the needle at one end of the labia minora and forcefully pierced it. Zhou Xueping's body trembled, but she quickly regained control. The thin steel needle pierced the entire labia minora. Wu Sibao repeated the process, inserting the other steel needle into the other labia minora. He raised himself up, greedily sniffing his fingers, which were covered in a lot of mucus, as he watched Li Degui peel back her labia and attach several extremely thin copper wires to the eye of a needle.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:32

(Sixty-two)

After making all these preparations, Wu Sibao leaned down and said to Huang Keji, who was staring blankly at him, and also to Zhou Xueping, who was hanging naked opposite him with her head hanging down, "Watch your sister-in-law closely. I'll show you how your female district party secretary goes into heat like a female cat!" After saying that, he snapped open a knob on the machine, and the machine hummed. He stared at Zhou Xueping's body and turned a knob, and the lights on the machine flickered on and off like blinking. Zhou Xueping's naked body suddenly straightened up as if someone had pulled it tight, and all the muscles in her body were trembling. Her body was bound by three thick iron chains, her buttocks completely suspended in the air, leaving her no room to move. Zhou Xueping's toes were pointed straight up, trembling slightly, the purplish-blue veins bulging. The chains rattled loudly as she pulled them, a terrifying sound. Wu Sibao twisted the knob again, and Zhou Xueping's body relaxed slightly. He pinched another knob and turned it, and Zhou Xueping let out a soft moan, the plump white flesh of her thighs trembling violently, her flat abdomen twisting and shuddering in response. She suddenly tilted her head and bit down hard on her shoulder. Wu Sibao smiled with satisfaction, turned the knob back a little, and then turned it again. Zhou Xueping trembled uncontrollably, burying her head in her disheveled short hair, the veins on her neck bulging and throbbing. It was clear that she was using the flesh of her arm she was biting to block her mouth, desperately resisting the electric current stimulating her lower body, trying hard not to cry out. Wu Sibao repeated the trick of lowering and raising the current several times, touching Huang Keji and gesturing towards Zhou Xueping's lower body.

Huang Keji could see that Zhou Xueping was reacting. The swollen vulva began to writhe as if alive, opening and closing with the changes in the current, even the anus tightly wrapped around the copper rod was rhythmically contracting and relaxing. Another wave of current struck, and Huang Keji was astonished to see that the purplish-red labia first trembled slightly, then stood upright, like two high-flying flags. Wu Sibao moved his hand, and all the muscles relaxed, and the upright labia slumped down. He twisted again, and the little red flags stood up again. Huang Keji was so engrossed in watching that he forgot where he was and also forgot the identity of the naked woman in front of him. Wu Sibao quietly pulled his hand to the knob, and he twisted it left and right with pleasure, watching the alluring naked body relax, tense, tremble, and open and close with his fingers, watching a large amount of clear, sticky fluid flow from the red flesh, dripping onto the table and the floor. At some point, Zhou Xueping loosened her shoulders, burying her head and groaning, "Ah...ah..." leaving two rows of bloody teeth marks on her rounded shoulders. Unbeknownst to him, Huang Keji's already large penis stood erect.

Seeing that the time was right, Wu Sibao held down Huang Keji's hand and winked at him, "Old Huang, that's enough!" Only then did Huang realize that his lower body was painfully hard. Completely devoid of shame, as if possessed, he staggered to his feet and grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair. But when his gaze met Zhou Xueping's beautiful eyes, a hint of cowardice appeared. He subconsciously avoided Zhou Xueping's somewhat unfocused gaze, his eyes involuntarily shifting to her breasts. Two cherry-like nipples on her high breasts remained erect and stiff, each with a glistening needle eye protruding. Congealed purplish-black blood smeared the tender nipples around the needle eyes. He then noticed that Zhou Xueping's areolas were small and light, like those of a young girl, almost invisible unless one looked closely, and they were also stained with blood. Two conspicuous streaks of blood flowed down her full breasts, dried and dark red, a shocking sight. For some reason, the bloody scene before him made his heart pound, and the courage he had just mustered began to fade. Wu Sibao noticed his trembling hands, patted his shoulder, and pulled him behind Zhou Xueping. From here, they couldn't see her eyes, but they could see her anus, torn open and dripping blood. Wu Sibao pulled Huang Keji's hand to Zhou Xueping's parted crotch and touched it; his hand was sticky and covered in a slippery, warm liquid. He looked down and saw white fluid dripping from the erect, trembling labia. His heart pounded rapidly. His eyes reddened, and without thinking, he reached under Zhou Xueping's arm and grasped one of her plump breasts. Zhou Xueping trembled. As if encouraged, he used his free hand to grab his thick penis and thrust it into the fleshy hole that had driven him mad with desire.

The fleshy hole was slippery and hot. Much hotter than what his fingers had felt inside. The cave was wet and slippery, making it easy to penetrate to the bottom. The surrounding flesh walls tightly enveloped his penis, contracting rhythmically. He pressed his body against Zhou Xueping's suspended naked body, his large, rough hands squeezing her full breasts. Zhou Xueping couldn't help but tremble, moaning softly. He felt a surge of heat and began to thrust wildly. So this was how pleasurable it was to have sex with a woman; no wonder men were so enthusiastic. When he was dating Zhou Liping, he had imagined many times what it would feel like to have sex with her, but she had never let him experience it. It was truly a cruel twist of fate; today, he was experiencing the pleasure of a woman for the first time with his own sister, his boss. And she was so humiliated, so powerless. He felt his penis, trapped in this gentle embrace, swelling as if it were about to explode. He couldn't take it anymore; he freed his hands and tightly embraced Zhou Xueping's slender waist, moving rapidly like a motor in motion. A woman's hoarse, pitiful sobs rang out from behind. He knew it was Zhou Liping, the sister of the woman he was currently assaulting—his fiancée who had sacrificed everything—and the poor college student, Xiao Yu.

Wu Sibao went around to the front and yanked Zhou Xueping's face up. She was breathing rapidly, her face flushed red. Wu Sibao stared at her with ill intent. Zhou Xueping swallowed the moan that was about to come out and closed her eyes in pain. His penis thrust wildly in and out of her slippery, tight vagina, the splashing sounds spreading pleasure throughout her body. Zhou Xueping's suspended body swayed wildly under the rack from the rough thrusts, like a small boat in a stormy sea. Her flat lower abdomen not only convulsed tensely, but you could even vaguely see tiny waves rising and falling, as if a little mouse was scurrying around inside. Her snow-white, plump breasts trembled and bounced helplessly, like surging waves. The onlookers were stunned, staring dumbfounded at this once elegant and pure body, occasionally letting out a series of clicks of surprise. For some reason, Huang Keji suddenly felt a pang of frustration. This woman had been penetrated by countless men's penises before him. Zhou Liping, no matter how virgin she was, hadn't even been properly touched by him before she was rendered unrecognizable. He really wanted to know what it felt like to deflower a virgin! Lost in thought, he noticed a change in Zhou Xueping. Her previously tense body relaxed, her lower body seemed to contract in rhythm with his thrusts, her head, gripped in his hand, was thrown back desperately, and her moans changed from pain to soft allure. A surge of heat coursed through his body. This former goddess-like superior, the universally adored beauty, his fiancée's older sister, was now completely in his grasp, conquered by him. A scorching heat enveloped him; he was drenched in sweat, on the verge of collapse. He held the naked body in his arms tightly, and a torrent of hot fluid gushed out, irresistibly pouring into the depths of the naked body he had conquered.

(Sixty-three)

Early on the third day, Hua Jianxiong got up very early and, with Wang Fengyan and Liu Dazhuang, rushed to Tang Shuqiang's office to prepare for the transfer of prisoners. But when he took the transfer document from Tang Shuqiang, he was stunned after just one glance. The list of prisoners to be transferred only contained Zhang Cheng. Hua Jianxiong suppressed his anger and asked, "Brother Tang, why is there only one?" Tang Shuqiang replied with a smile, "Don't worry, brother, you will get all the people, not one less. Last night, your boss Zhou and the head of the Meijin agency spoke on the phone and decided to send this pretty boy back to you first, and then use the clues to arrest the others. The others will be held back for a few more days, and we will interrogate them again to see if we can squeeze out some more information about their organization in Manchuria." Hua Jianxiong's heart sank, regretting that he had been too careless last night.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's face darken, Tang Shuqiang assumed he was in a hurry to return to Shanghai for some good reason, and that he had ruined things. He quickly smiled obsequiously and said, "Brother, I also have to report to my superiors. I only need three days. After three days, you can take all the prisoners back with you." Then, he winked at Hua Jianxiong and said, "There's a plane going to Shanghai today to deliver important documents, so I'll trouble Secretary Wang to take the prisoners back. Brother Hua, you'll have to work hard here for a few more days." Hua Jianxiong knew it was all Tang Shuqiang's doing. Eager to make a name for himself, he somehow managed to get the Japanese to pass a message to Boss Zhou. In reality, the Japanese didn't care about the lives or deaths of these people. Now that things had come to this, with Umezu and Boss Zhou having given their orders, there was no going back. Fortunately, it was only three days, so he could only let Yan Yu suffer a little more. When Wang Fengyan heard Tang Shuqiang suggest that she escort the prisoners back, she immediately pouted, looking at Hua Jianxiong for his opinion. Hua Jianxiong rarely brought his secretary on business trips. He wasn't short of women when he traveled, and Changchun was no exception. Besides Yan Yu, his Japanese friends often brought him one or two Japanese women to keep him entertained. His decision to bring Wang Fengyan this time was deliberate. He was worried that Wang Fengyan's return would disrupt his plans, but seeing Tang Shuqiang's expression earlier, he knew Tang had ulterior motives. He quickly changed his mind, deliberately avoiding looking at Wang Fengyan, and said, "Since Brother Tang has made arrangements, I'll follow his lead. Please have Secretary Wang escort her back. I'll wait here for Brother Tang's good news." Turning to Wang Fengyan, he said, "Secretary Wang, once you get back, immediately have them arrange for someone to take Zhang Cheng to arrest him. You must go yourself; I don't trust anyone else." Seeing Wang Fengyan's eyes reddening, she reluctantly nodded. He said somewhat irritably to Tang Shuqiang, "I need to interrogate Zhang Cheng before he's taken away." Tang Shuqiang immediately agreed, simultaneously contacting people to arrange afternoon flights and escorts, and sending people to the prison to pick up Zhang Cheng.

Tang Shuqiang arranged a small interrogation room for Hua Jianxiong, and the prisoner was brought directly to the interrogation room after arriving. What Hua Jianxiong was really worried about was that Zhang Cheng's acquaintances and associates in the Kuomintang's outer outposts might be connected to Xiao Hong's intelligence network. Although this was absolutely impossible according to the Kuomintang's discipline, it concerned Xiao Hong, which meant it concerned his own life and fortune, so he had to be extra careful, especially since Shanghai and Wuxi were so close. To avoid suspicion, he pulled Tang Shuqiang into the interrogation room with him, and through a combination of threats and intimidation, he interrogated Zhang Cheng thoroughly. Only after confirming that the people involved had absolutely no connection with Xiao Hong's people did he feel relieved. He then pretended to give Wang Fengyan a few instructions and told them to prepare to leave.

After lunch, Hua Jianxiong sent Liu Dazhuang and the people from Changchun to escort the prisoner to the airport for Wang Fengyan. He chatted with Tang Shuqiang for a while, then got up and said he wanted to go to the prison to check on the interrogation. Tang Shuqiang had other things to do, so he sent someone to take him there. Hua Jianxiong went straight to the interrogation room at the end of the second floor of the gray building. Before even entering, he could hear a commotion inside, and as soon as he opened the door, a hot, foul stench hit him. He frowned and strode in. As soon as he entered, he saw Yan Yu kneeling in the center of the floor, her hair disheveled, her hands cuffed behind her back, a thick wooden bar stuck between her legs, and two shirtless men lifting another, even thicker wooden bar and pressing it down on her thighs. Hua Jianxiong quickly looked Yan Yu over and saw that they had dressed her in that dark blue cheongsam today; the cheongsam was tattered, revealing patches of bruised and purple flesh. They had clearly left her naked inside, not even stockings, her snow-white thighs peeking out from the ripped holes in her cheongsam. Yan Yu looked much more haggard than she had seen in just over a day. Her face was pale, and her expression was somewhat dazed. Perhaps because of the cheongsam, the wounds on her body didn't seem to have increased much, though the brand marks on her breasts, which were faintly visible, were quite conspicuous. She was soaking wet, as if she had just been tortured, and showed no reaction to Hua Jianxiong. When the wooden bar pressed down on her legs, she cried pitifully, "Sir, please don't... I'm innocent! I don't know anything..." The burly man pressed down on the woman's thighs with the wooden bar without any mercy. Yan Yu screamed, "Ah..." Hua Jianxiong felt a pang of unease seeing this, but he was also relieved. He casually greeted the foreman in charge of the interrogation and turned to leave. He glanced around the lower torture chambers and saw that the prisoners either confessed nothing or gave random, trivial confessions. He chuckled inwardly, knowing there wouldn't be any new drama, and went upstairs with a sigh. He chose the torture chamber where the female prisoner was crying the loudest, strolled in nonchalantly, and sat down on a chair not far from the torture rack. He watched with relish as the thugs used various methods to torture the pitiful woman in her twenties.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:36

(Sixty-four)

Zhou Xueping hung naked in a V-shape on the rack, dazed and confused. A thick, black iron bar, taller than a person, was inserted into her anus. The other end of the bar was inserted into a brazier burning with flames. She felt like a plucked chicken being roasted over a fire. Actually, her body was still quite far from the brazier; the heat she felt was transmitted directly to her lower body through the iron bar. Most of her weight rested on her wrists, which were cuffed together and suspended high. She was being suspended from behind, and her wrists and shoulders ached as if they were about to break. But she could only grit her teeth and endure it, because if she relaxed even slightly, her entire weight would fall onto the iron bar, which felt like it would tear her lower body apart. Only one agent was in the room, idly smoking and guarding the door; everyone else had gone to eat.

This was the third day of Zhou Xueping's torture. After a full day of brutal torture, the enemy had gained nothing. Wu Sibao and his gang of thugs were exhausted, let alone Zhou Xueping, who was being interrogated. She had barely eaten anything for the past three days, but every night a group of filthy men would roughly force-feed her a belly full of foul-smelling semen. Zhou Xueping had just been taken off the tiger bench before being poked here. The enemy placed four bricks under her feet, completely deforming her once beautiful and slender legs. Now, her legs were spread wide open and tied directly to the posts on either side of the rack. At this moment, she didn't feel any pain in her legs, or even their existence. Instead, her toes throbbed with excruciating pain, like countless tiny mice gnawing at her heart. Her two once fair and delicate feet were hooked inwards, all ten toes spread wide with their might, the toenails gone, leaving ten bloodied toes, exposing the tender, red flesh. Her

buttocks also ached terribly. Her anus had been torn apart that night in the criminal prison by those thieving murderers. When she was arrested, she was prepared to be raped or even defiled, but she never expected these beasts to be so vile, not even sparing a woman's excretory organs. On the first day, when the agents raped her sister and Xiao Yu in front of her, she didn't even realize that the splattered blood came from the two girls' anuses. When she was thrown into the male prison, several men initially penetrated her vagina, but then a large, dark-skinned man flipped her over and made her kneel on the ground. His thick, hard penis was forced into her tight anus. She was stunned. The thing felt like a giant wooden wrench, each thrust feeling like it was gnawing at her internal organs. She struggled desperately, but as a weak woman with her hands cuffed behind her back, held down by several lustful men, how could she possibly be a match for them? The large penis brutally forced its way into her anus. It was the first time she had cried out in pain since entering prison, and the first time she had shed tears for herself. Later, during interrogation, the enemy inserted that same thick copper rod into her anus, tearing the opening completely open. It hurt terribly down there, and it was swollen terribly. Today, during the interrogation, the enemy had spread her legs and shown her in a mirror. She was shocked when she saw it; her anus was swollen and protruding a finger's width, the purplish-red flesh turned outwards like a blood-red chrysanthemum. Fluid, pus, and blood continued to flow from there. Wherever she sat, a large bloodstain would immediately appear. Now they had shoved an iron bar, thicker than a copper rod, inside, and that bloody chrysanthemum was now truly in bloom. She could almost feel the blood flowing from her anus down the iron bar, turning into a bloody fumes upon encountering the heat, filling the entire room.

Actually, the most unbearable pain was inside her vagina. During these past few days of torture, she had lost count of how many men had violated her. Her vagina was swollen beyond recognition. She could barely stand up now; if she did, it felt like someone was cutting her flesh with a knife, and blood would gush out with every step. So, she could only move forward slowly, legs spread apart. Especially this morning, when the enemy used a rifle plunger to pierce her urethra and poured chili water inside, she fainted several times from the pain. It felt like a swarm of wasps was constantly flying around inside, stinging her everywhere. She had been stuck there for over two hours now; the iron bar was scorching hot, and it felt like a fire pit was burning inside her buttocks. As Zhou Xueping pondered, she felt her mind overwhelmed by pain from all directions, and she fainted again from the pain.

(Sixty-five)

Dazed, Zhou Xueping was awakened by a commotion. She was all too familiar with that sound these past few days, and hearing it sent a shiver down her spine. Pain surged from all over her body at once; another round of torture was about to begin.

Wu Sibao and his men, having returned after a hearty meal, immediately got to work. After three days of fruitless interrogation, everyone was frustrated. Wu Sibao knew that Zhou Xueping wouldn't easily give in, so he wanted to wear her down, to break her. He had already used the most ruthless methods, but he hadn't been able to break down this woman's psychological defenses. Now, he could only slowly wear down her will with physical torture, until she couldn't bear the physical pain anymore and finally surrendered. Wu Sibao touched the iron bar inserted into Zhou Xueping's lower body, and immediately withdrew his hand. The iron bar was burning hot. He looked at Zhou Xueping; her face was flushed, and large beads of sweat streamed down her cheeks as she gasped for breath. He knew the heat was just right; any longer and her body would lose all sensation, rendering even the most severe torture useless. He ordered the brazier and the iron bar to be removed. The bar lay on the ground, one end charred a dark red, the other stained with fresh blood, and most of it covered in dried, purplish-black marks from the heat.

After removing the iron bar, Zhou Xueping's buttocks, like an open, blood-red mouth, were oozing yellow fluid and blood. Wu Sibao shook his head upon seeing this, patted Zhou Xueping's face, and asked, "How's it going, Miss Zhou? The barbecue skewers tasted good, didn't they? Are you going to confess?" Seeing that Zhou Xueping didn't react, he ordered the brazier to be moved closer. The blazing flames seared the skin of those nearby. He took a red-hot triangular branding iron from the brazier, grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair, and held the iron up to her eyes. The intense heat of the iron made her hair stand on end. Wu Sibao threatened, "See that, Miss Zhou? If you don't confess…" As he spoke, he moved the branding iron down, inching closer to Zhou Xueping's battered breasts. At the same time, he pressed her head down, forcing her to look in the direction the branding iron was moving. Zhou Xueping instinctively struggled a couple of times, but her body was limp and powerless. She could only watch helplessly as the red-hot iron pressed against her high, firm breasts. The instant the scorching hot iron tip touched her breast, a hissing sound rang out, and a plume of smoke carrying the acrid smell rose. Zhou Xueping's body stiffened, her limbs trembled, her face flushed red, and she bit her lip tightly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Wu Sibao pressed the iron against her full breast, refusing to let go. The breast felt soft and thick, the skin and flesh already charred. The abundant subcutaneous fat melted under the high temperature of the iron, hissing as it flowed out, dripping onto the floor and turning into wisps of smoke. Zhou Xueping felt a pain in her heart, as if being scratched by a cat. Her nose stung, tears streamed down her

face, and her gaze became hazy again. Zhou Xueping felt her body falling, plunging into a huge furnace, surrounded by raging flames, as if she were melting. Suddenly, a ferocious wildcat, as big as a calf, pounced on her. The wildcat's dark eyes emitted a sinister green light, fixed directly on her chest. Just as she tried to cover her breasts with her hands, the wildcat's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and it opened its massive jaws and bit down on one of her breasts. The pain felt like a thousand arrows piercing her heart. She tried to push the cat away, but couldn't reach it. Just as she was frantically trying to figure out what to do, the wildcat turned its head and lunged at her other breast. She desperately twisted her body to dodge, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't escape that gaping maw. A flash of blood, and sharp, long fangs pierced her delicate breast. She couldn't help but scream, "Ah... ya..." The wildcat was incredibly strong; it wouldn't let go, tearing at her breast back and forth. She was in despair; her beloved breasts, which she was so proud of, were ruined. She screamed in despair. Suddenly, she heard someone speaking. She felt like she had seen a savior. She tried to call for help, but no sound came out. What was happening to her? She was sweating profusely, not knowing what to do, when the person asked her if she wanted some sausage. She didn't want sausage; she wanted water, though.

But she couldn't worry about that now. Her breasts were throbbing with pain, both of them ached terribly. She told them to chase the stray cat away. The cat didn't leave; it continued to tear and bite at her breasts. Worse still, she actually saw a huge sausage, steaming and dripping with oil. She desperately shook her head, saying she didn't want it, but they forced it on her. She tried to dodge, but they pushed forward and somehow shoved the scalding hot sausage into her genitals. "Ah..." It was burning hot! The scalding hot sausage was sandwiched between her labia, making her scream. She couldn't understand how they could have put such a hot sausage between her labia. How could she be naked, without even underwear? It was so embarrassing! The stray cat came back to cause trouble; it tore her breasts apart and then ran down there to snatch the sausage. But it bit her thigh, tearing and ripping wildly, biting her left leg, then her right, specifically targeting the groin, causing excruciating pain. She screamed, but no sound came out. She tried to push, but its hand somehow reached behind her back for amusement, and the pain felt like it was about to break. She was frantic, not knowing what to do, and began to sob.

Wu Sibao, holding the smoking branding iron, looked dejectedly at the dazed Zhou Xueping hanging there. Zhou Xueping's chest, groin, and even her vulva were charred. When he pressed the red-hot iron onto her right breast, her tightly clenched lips finally loosened, and for the first time since the torture began, she let out a pitiful cry of pain. This greatly encouraged him. Based on his experience, when a prisoner who had been stubbornly refusing to confess started to cry out in pain, it was the beginning of a psychological breakdown. He decided to add fuel to the fire, clamping a red-hot cylindrical branding iron between Zhou Xueping's labia. He didn't insert it into her vagina because he didn't want to use all his methods at once. Zhou Xueping cried then. Seeing this beautiful and serene female Communist Party secretary weeping like a little girl, he secretly rejoiced. He was ruthlessly tearing open the breach in her psychological defenses. He gave her no chance to breathe, repeatedly branding her tender thighs with the hot iron. The grease from the heat made him dizzy, and he thought he would break through soon. But when he asked her questions, she shook her head and said no. Even though she cried so sadly and screamed so pitifully, she showed no intention of confessing. He was really angry. He picked up a red-hot iron rod, half a foot long, and prepared to shove it into her vagina. Li Degui whispered from behind, "Boss, I think this woman is acting strange. She seems to not feel pain. Even if you burn her cunt, she might not confess..." Wu Sibao angrily threw the hot iron on the ground with a clang: "Then let's try something else, let her wake up!"

Several thugs put down Zhou Xueping, who was covered in wounds and smelled of burning, and laid her flat on a long bench. Her body was pinned down by her handcuffed hands, her head tilted back, and her legs spread wide on the ground. Several agents brought two large buckets of water and placed them beside the bench. Li Degui lifted her head, scooped up a large ladle of water, and brought it to Zhou Xueping's lips. As soon as Zhou Xueping's chapped lips touched the water, she opened her mouth and drank greedily. After drinking a ladle of water, she was still panting with her mouth open. Wu Sibao gave Li Degui a look: "Give her some!" After drinking four ladles of water in a row, Zhou Xueping's flat stomach swelled up. When given more water, she closed her mouth and shook her head repeatedly. Wu Sibao said, "Had enough? No! Keep going! Drink if you want, don't drink if you don't want, do you think this is a bar? If you don't want to drink, force it down your throat!" Li Degui responded and took an iron clamp to clamp Zhou Xueping's nose. Zhou Xueping was suffocating and struggled a few times but couldn't break free. Helplessly, she opened her mouth to inhale. A stream of clear water was poured into her mouth. Zhou Xueping tried to shut up, but her nose was pinched shut, making it impossible for her to breathe. She could only open her mouth wide, swallowing mouthfuls of air and cold water, coughing incessantly.

Half an hour later, both buckets of water were filled, and Zhou Xueping's stomach swelled up like a pregnant woman's. When the two agents helped her to her feet, she was much more lucid, looking at her round belly with a sense of bewilderment. Her legs trembled, her whole body felt burning hot, but her stomach was cold and bloated, making her want to vomit. Wu Sibao came over, pressed on her stomach, and gently squeezed it; she vomited a mouthful of clear water. He smiled at her and said, "Miss Zhou, you should have thought it through now, right? You can't hold on! Making yourself look like a ghost will only lead to more confessions in the end. What's the point?" Zhou Xueping was now fully lucid. When she confirmed that she hadn't revealed any Party secrets while in a state of delirium, she smiled with relief. Zhou Xueping's defiant smile completely enraged Wu Sibao. He grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair and slapped her hard across the face, then shoved her to the ground. While kicking her round belly with his iron-tipped leather boots, he yelled, "Speak! Who is Feng? Speak!" Zhou Xueping rolled on the ground, water gushing from her mouth and nose, but she remained silent, clenching her teeth. Enraged, Wu Sibao stomped on Zhou Xueping's stomach, grinding it forcefully and shouting, "Speak! Speak…!" Large gushes of muddy water gushed from Zhou Xueping's mouth and nose. Later, even her swollen vagina and gaping anus began to leak yellow fluid. But Zhou Xueping remained clenched, refusing to utter a single word. Wu Sibao, his face flushed red, like a defeated rooster, yelled at the agents inside the room, "Pour! Pour! Pour as much as you can! Let's see how long she can hold out!"
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:37

(Sixty-six)
Just as Hua Jianxiong was feeling a bit hungry, Tang Shuqiang appeared, as he expected. Tang Shuqiang apologized first, asking for forgiveness for his poor hospitality, and then pulled him out to the car. The car drove out of the city, and Hua Jianxiong didn't ask any questions, waiting to see what Tang Shuqiang was up to. The scenery along the way seemed familiar, and Hua Jianxiong seemed to understand something. Soon, the car indeed stopped in front of a large Japanese-style courtyard on the outskirts of the city. He recognized this place; it was a club exclusively for high-ranking Japanese officials, called the Asahi Club. Chinese people had to be accompanied by a Japanese person to enter. Last time Hua Jianxiong came to Changchun, he had drunk here with an acquaintance from the Mei Agency. He couldn't help but find Tang Shuqiang's mysterious appearance amusing. Tang Shuqiang said solicitously, "Today it's just the two of us, I'll keep you company." Hua Jianxiong didn't reply; he wanted to see how Tang Shuqiang would enter this large courtyard without a Japanese escort. Tang Shuqiang helped Hua Jianxiong out of the car. At the gate of the compound, Tang Shuqiang pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to the gatekeeper. The gatekeeper glanced at it, bowed to Tang Shuqiang, and led them into the hotel lobby. Hua Jianxiong was somewhat surprised, realizing this trip was probably not simple.

Inside the lobby, the head waiter led them directly to a Japanese-style private room. As the kimono-clad waitress opened the door, Hua Jianxiong noticed the character "梅" (Mei) on the reservation card by the doorframe. He immediately understood; this was personally arranged by Director Meizu of the Meizu Agency, probably because Kitajima Shizuka's matter had been handled successfully, and he was showing his appreciation. Inside was a Japanese man in a kimono, looking very capable. Hua Jianxiong vaguely felt he had seen him somewhere before. Tang Shuqiang introduced him as Major Shimazu of the Meizu Agency. Hua Jianxiong had many acquaintances in the Meizu Agency, but had never seen Shimazu before. Tang Shuqiang, on the other hand, was quite familiar with Shimazu. The three ordered food and drinks and began chatting about all sorts of things. As the wine flowed freely and the atmosphere grew lively, Shimazu gestured to a waitress to bring over a booklet that resembled a menu. Tang Shuqiang, with a wicked grin, handed it to Hua Jianxiong. Hua Jianxiong took it and glanced at the cover; the words "roster" were written on it, which piqued his curiosity. Upon opening it, he immediately felt a surge of heat. The booklet was filled with rows of photos of voluptuous women, each accompanied by a name and number. Hua Jianxiong flipped through it with relish; there were thirty or forty names, mostly Japanese women, with a few Koreans and Chinese. He recognized two familiar faces in the photos. Hua Jianxiong had a photographic memory for women; he clearly remembered that these two Japanese women were brought to his residence by acquaintances from the Mei Agency during his last visit to Changchun to keep him company overnight. So this was their headquarters. He had been to the Asahi Club a few times, always thinking it was just a place for drinking and eating; now he realized it also offered women for entertainment. However, given the Japanese habit of being inseparable from women, this was quite normal.

Tang Shuqiang and Shimazu looked at Hua Jianxiong. Hua Jianxiong understood their meaning and nodded slightly with a smile. The entertainment arranged by the Japanese would certainly include women. The three of them got up and left the hall. Shimazu led the way to the backyard. The backyard was a dark mass of houses, the number of which was indistinguishable. They entered through a large gate, leading to a corridor with flickering, dim lighting. The corridor was warm and cozy, filled with the scent of perfume. Occasionally, one or two Japanese women in kimonos would hurry past with their heads down, disappearing into the houses on either side of the corridor. Hua Jianxiong began to feel hot and followed Shimazu and Tang Shuqiang deeper into the corridor. The corridor turned several corners without showing any end. The sounds of lewdness from men and women mingled in the houses on both sides of the corridor. Hua Jianxiong's excitement grew, and it was clear that Tang Shuqiang was also very interested. Shimazu, however, showed no sign of stopping. Hua Jianxiong began to daydream: the most exciting entertainment must be at the very back; perhaps Chief Umezu would arrange for a Japanese virgin to reward him. He had long heard that new members of the Women's Volunteer Corps were frequently sent here from mainland Japan, some of them still virgin high school girls, but only high-ranking officers of the Kwantung Army and intelligence agencies had the privilege of enjoying them. "Damn it, I'm going to give the Japanese a good fight today!"

Just as he was lost in his fantasies, he saw that they had reached the end of the corridor. Shimazu didn't lead them into the rooms on either side, but instead opened a door and went out. The two of them were completely bewildered. Following Shimazu out the door, they saw him turn and descend a dark staircase. At the bottom of the stairs was a heavy door. Shimazu opened a small window beside the door, took out a black telephone, and said something to the person inside. With a loud thud, the door opened a crack, and Shimazu gestured for Hua Jianxiong and Tang Shuqiang to follow him inside. The door slammed shut behind them, and they stood in a dimly lit corridor. This was a huge basement, reeking of a foul, damp, and chilly atmosphere, a stark contrast to the decadent luxury above. Hua Jianxiong almost thought he had stumbled into the interrogation room of the Mei Agency. He glanced suspiciously at Tang Shuqiang, who leaned close to his ear and whispered excitedly, "Zero!" Hua Jianxiong seemed to vaguely recognize the name Zero; it sounded like a mysterious place, unknown to anyone, with no one knowing where it was or what it did. Judging from Tang Shuqiang's expression, this was going to be interesting.

Shimazu led them to a dark, greasy wooden door. Pushing open the heavy door, a powerful wave of sound rushed out. It was a Japanese-style room, several dozen square meters in size, containing more than a dozen Japanese men, all shirtless and wearing only small loincloths. The men were shouting and yelling wildly around something. Hua Jianxiong followed Shimazu and Tang Shuqiang into the room. The room was well-lit. He heard a strange noise and a woman's labored breathing. Looking closer, he saw a naked woman crawling rapidly along the wall on all fours. The group of Japanese were watching the pitiful woman, bursting into maniacal laughter. Occasionally, someone would kick her white buttocks. The woman was young, around twenty-three or twenty-four, and quite pretty. She was crawling laboriously, her face flushed. It was then that Hua Jianxiong was shocked to discover two heavy objects hanging from her nipples—two lead weights, each weighing over half a pound, making her full breasts look like two stretched dough balls. He also saw some metal objects clattering back and forth between her rapidly twisting hips, but because she was moving so fast, he couldn't see clearly what they were. The moment the woman crawled past his feet, he saw clearly between her parted legs and was greatly surprised: there were four slightly smaller lead weights, two in a group, threaded through the flesh of her labia. Her thick labia were stretched long, and her swollen vulva was a shocking sight. The woman struggled to crawl to a corner of the room, where a cushion sat with a Japanese man with a small mustache, legs spread wide. The woman glanced at him with fear, paused briefly, and then a leather whip lashed her soft, white buttocks, leaving a bloody welt. Amidst laughter, the woman lowered her head and continued crawling up the wall. Hua Jianxiong then noticed that the woman's body was covered in dozens of new and old whip marks. Shimazu leaned closer and whispered, "This woman is the wife of Kim Se-seok, a leader of the anti-Japanese resistance in Korea. She was recently arrested in Harbin and sent here to serve the Imperial Army." Hua Jianxiong remembered that the Mei Agency had indeed sent them a document two months prior, requesting the 76th Division to investigate Kim Se-seok's activities in Shanghai. They had heard that they had found traces of him in Harbin, but he escaped when they tried to arrest him. However, his wife, who had just given birth and was less than a month old, was captured. It seemed this was the woman. Looking closely, she was indeed a rather attractive young Korean woman. Now he understood a little; this "Zero" was actually a place where women were entertained in various ways.

Just then, the Korean woman finished crawling around again. When she reached the seated man, he nodded slightly, and the woman, like a well-trained female dog, eagerly plunged her head between his legs, used her mouth to pry open the loincloth, and took his already hard, thick, black penis into her mouth, sucking it with smacking sounds. A Japanese man stepped over, spread the woman's sweaty buttocks with one hand, reached into her vagina and pulled something out, then untied the loincloth, pulled out his hard, large penis, and inserted it into the woman's body from behind. Hua Jianxiong was astonished to find that what he had pulled out of the woman's vagina was a glass ball the size of an egg, wet and covered in white mucus. He couldn't imagine how she could crawl so fast on the ground while holding such a slippery glass ball. The woman seemed completely unaware of the insertion from behind. She continued to suck the penis in her mouth with focused attention, making smacking sounds. Her face was flushed red, and she was covered in sweat, but she dared not slacken her efforts. The man sat there, smugly enjoying the oral sex, occasionally squeezing the woman's round breasts. After a long while, the man grabbed the woman's head with both hands, lifted half of his body, and pressed his lower body against her mouth. The woman stopped sucking and swallowed something with a gurgling sound. The man pulled out his semi-erect penis, and the woman seemed reluctant to let go; a thick stream of white semen dripped from the corner of her mouth. She looked around, as if searching for something. At this moment, another man, now completely naked, stood in front of her. She couldn't wait to open her mouth and take his penis in, sucking it vigorously. Two burly men, one in front and one behind, were wantonly ravaging this frail woman, and she seemed completely willing. Tang Shuqiang watched in stunned silence, while Hua Jianxiong felt a strange sensation welling up inside him. A mother who had just given birth, facing her sworn enemy, would rather endure the humiliation of being violated, demonstrating just how terrible the humiliation she had just suffered was. At this moment, both men ejaculated, and the woman began to tremble. Both penises were withdrawn, and the woman's mouth moved with each departing penis, her lips opening and closing as if trying to hold onto it. With a sharp crack, she received another hard lash on her buttocks. She lowered her head in despair, then quickly scrambled to her feet along the wall. At this moment, another man sat casually on the cushion.

Shimazu patted Hua Jianxiong and Tang Shuqiang on the shoulder, gestured towards the outside, and silently led them away. Hua Jianxiong breathed a sigh of relief, realizing his own erection was also aroused. Shimazu beckoned to them, pushed open the wooden door opposite, and let them in. As soon as Hua Jianxiong entered, he wondered if he had gone to the wrong place; he thought he had entered a toilet. The room was dimly lit. It was filthy and smelly, with the distinctive fishy odor of a toilet. Shimazu also stood up, covering his nose. There were fewer people in the room than before, but still six or seven, all wearing waterproof suits like raincoats. In the center of the room was a heavy, low wooden bed, one end of which was forked into a swallowtail shape. A naked woman was kneeling on the bed. The woman's hands were cuffed behind her back, and her body was covered in bruises. Hua Jianxiong could tell at a glance from his experience that the woman had suffered severe whipping and branding. The woman's face was turned to one side, pressed tightly against the wooden bed, her buttocks raised high in the air, her legs tied to the fork of the bed, thus spreading wide, exposing all the most shameful and private parts of her lower body. The woman's groin was completely bald, and her genitals were swollen and bluish-purple, clearly indicating that she had been subjected to prolonged indecent assault. What surprised Hua Jianxiong the most was that when they entered, the woman was sticking out her buttocks and spitting out feces. Hua Jianxiong could even hear the loud gurgling sounds from her stomach. Dark yellow fecal matter gushed from the woman's obviously torn and swollen anus, shooting far away. The group of men stood not far away, laughing loudly at this bizarre sight, while the woman was pale and tears streamed down her face.

Shimazu stood at a distance and whispered to Hua Jianxiong, "This woman was captured by the Xing'an garrison last month in the mountains. She led a band of bandits and opposed the Imperial Army. She's a stubborn anti-Manchurian and anti-Japanese element. The military police used every form of torture, but she wouldn't say a word. We brought her here to make her suffer." As he said this, the fecal matter stopped gushing from the woman's anus; only small streams of yellow fluid, mixed with bright red blood, continued to flow from her anus. The woman breathed heavily, occasionally letting out soft moans involuntarily. The men who had been watching the commotion began to bustle about. Some washed the filthy floor with water, others brought out oddly shaped containers, and still others grabbed a tap and started spraying water at the woman bent over the wooden bed. The water rushed towards her exposed lower body, washing over her anus, her pubic hair, resembling seaweed, was tossed about, and her engorged labia trembled in the water. The woman shuddered, but kept her eyes tightly shut, biting her lip and remaining silent. Hua Jianxiong could see that the woman's endurance had reached its limit, that she was on the verge of collapse. The men turned off the water and surrounded the woman. She tried to struggle, but after a few futile twists of her hips, she gave up weakly. Only then did Hua Jianxiong realize that the men were using a large enema kit. An old man wearing glasses was inserting a rubber tube into the woman's anus, while the others placed basins of different colored liquids on the table and began pouring them into her stomach. The woman whimpered, but the colorful liquids were unstoppable as they were poured into her anus. The woman's belly grew larger and larger, her breathing became more and more rapid, and yellow fluid began to vomit from the corners of her mouth. Hua Jianxiong gave Shimazu a wink and quickly retreated.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:39

(Sixty-eight)

Shimazu shook his head with a wry smile and said, "
In the office, everyone is a gentleman, but here they all become devils." Then he pointed to a doorway at the corner: "I'll take you to an elegant place." They walked to the door with a cherry blossom in it, gently pushed the door open, and went inside. It was also a Japanese-style room, not large, decorated like a tea room. In the middle of the room, there were about ten low tea tables, on which were placed elegant tea sets. Five or six men in kimonos sat in front of the tea tables smoking, drinking tea, and chatting. There were almost no lights in the room, only a candle lit on each tea table, emitting a flickering dim light. In addition, there was a huge brazier in the center of the tea tables, and the roaring flames illuminated the whole room. The most striking difference between this room and an ordinary teahouse was the naked woman suspended prominently in the center, above the brazier. Her hands and feet were bound behind her back, her firm breasts tightly bound with thin ropes, then secured to the ceiling beams via two thick hemp ropes. Two other ropes stretched from her breasts down her back, meeting at her crotch, passing through her labia, tying a knot at her anus, and extending towards the beams. Hua Jianxiong and the other two were invited to sit. Only after sitting down did he realize that the woman was suspended from the beams by these ropes from her breasts and genitals. The ropes passing through her vulva and anus were deeply embedded in her flesh. The woman was clearly in great pain, constantly groaning in agony. She was a very young woman, with short hair and delicate features; judging from her face and figure, obscured by her disheveled hair, she couldn't have been more than twenty. Yet her genitals were a purplish-brown, like those of a seasoned prostitute who had spent decades in a brothel. One can imagine how many men had raped her at the hands of the Japanese.

What puzzled Hua Jianxiong was that he faintly heard a buzzing sound, but couldn't pinpoint its source. He picked up the teacup on the coffee table, took a sip, and suppressed the rising anger within him, carefully savoring the sinister atmosphere in the room. Tang Shuqiang also looked around blankly. The Japanese men drinking tea smiled knowingly at their expressions. Looking at the woman's flushed face and the occasional twitching muscles of her flat abdomen, Hua Jianxiong suddenly understood: the sound was coming from inside her body—an electric vibrator was vibrating inside her vagina. By the firelight, he carefully examined the woman's lower body, noticing a smooth expanse between her legs, but with some barely visible pores, indicating that her pubic hair had been forcibly plucked. Two rough hemp ropes were deeply embedded between her soft labia, glistening with moisture. Upon closer inspection, some clear liquid was flowing down her groin, and even a few drops of sticky liquid were dripping into the brazier. A Japanese man stretched out a finger and wiped it on the woman's genitals, grinned at the wet finger, and then put the finger in his mouth, licking the liquid off with his tongue, making smacking sounds with relish. Finally, he simply pursed his lips and began to suck on the finger vigorously.

Tang Shuqiang roughly understood what was going on, and he stared blankly. A man next to him stood up and turned the suspended woman's body, bringing her genitals towards himself, and also used his fingers to rub the woman's labia. The rope moved, and the woman groaned in pain, her drooping head twitching weakly. The man looked at his dry fingers, but didn't rush. Instead, he pressed his fingers against the knot at the woman's anus and slowly rubbed it. As he rubbed, he turned to Shimazu and said, "This woman infiltrated our Manchukuo from southern China, infiltrating universities to incite anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese sentiment. Since she's so enthusiastic about our affairs, let's treat her well and let her play with us!" The others chuckled lewdly. As they spoke, more vaginal fluid flowed from the girl's vagina, and the man actually stuck out his tongue and meticulously licked every single one of the girl's wet labia, causing the girl's whole body to tremble uncontrollably. After licking it, he smacked his lips and said to Shimazu and the others, "Delicious! This woman was thoroughly cleaned inside and out before being brought into this room, absolutely hygienic." Hua Jianxiong recalled the scene in the room earlier and knew what he meant by "thoroughly cleaned." He began to imagine the pretty girl bending over, gushing out her contents from her anus until clear water came out. His lower body couldn't help but stir with desire.

At this moment, one of the men picked up a candle from the table and brought the flame close to the girl's nipple. The girl screamed in agony. Another man also picked up a candle and brought it closer. He turned the flame upside down, letting the molten wax drip onto the girl's areola. The girl trembled for a while, then couldn't help but sob. Hua Jianxiong's anger surged, and he felt uncomfortably hard. Even after drinking two cups of tea, he still felt thirsty, so he stood up and sat down again. He knew that these Japanese men would rape this girl sooner or later, but at this rate, he didn't know how long it would take before they took her down to have sex with her. He prayed in his heart that the girl wasn't sent by the Military Intelligence Bureau, but he couldn't care less now; he was already about to lose control of his temper. Shimazu saw what he was thinking, gave them both a wink, said goodbye to the others, and led them out.

(Sixty-nine)

Hua Jianxiong's forehead almost sparked with anger. Women had always been tempting objects in his hands, things he could play with whenever he wanted. Watching such dazzling ways of playing without being able to get his hands on them made him almost burst into flames. Shimazu was obviously prepared for this. He made an apologetic gesture, then pointed to the wooden door opposite and said, "Mr. Hua and Mr. Tang, please. This is specially prepared for you two." Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but push the door open and entered, but froze at the doorway. A large frame stood against the wall directly opposite the door, and hanging from the frame was a naked blonde woman. The woman's body was dazzlingly white, her head was lowered, and her shoulder-length blonde hair covered her face. Hua Jianxiong stared, dumbfounded, while Tang Shuqiang, standing beside him, swallowed hard.

Shimazu closed the door behind them and said gracefully, "This was specially prepared for you two by Chief Umezu, please don't be shy." Hua Jianxiong steadied himself and stepped forward, lifting the blonde woman's chin. The bloodless face before him made him involuntarily swallow. She was a classic blonde, blue-eyed beauty. A high nose, large eyes, a pointed chin—her mouth was a bit large, but on her face, it was incredibly sexy. Looking at the woman's figure was even more breathtaking: her high, firm breasts were even fuller than those of the Korean woman who had been breastfeeding, yet they showed no signs of sagging; even when she was suspended by her back and bent over, her nipples were slightly upturned. Her wide hips, protruding buttocks, and flat stomach were complemented by thick pubic hair that completely covered her pubic area, a sight that stirred the imagination. Her slender waist and long, straight legs made her a truly delectable beauty.

Hua Jianxiong scrutinized the blonde beauty from head to toe, his lust slowly eroding his patience, but a sense of unease crept into his heart. He had been with white women before, but this was the first time he'd been hung up like this for his pleasure, especially since it was the Japanese who were treating him. He couldn't help but think things through. His hands couldn't resist kneading the woman's firm breasts, but his eyes lingered on a clothes hook on the wall next to the door frame, where a yellow military uniform hung. The fabric, style, and even the shoulder and collar insignia were neither Japanese nor those of the puppet army. Especially the small boat-shaped cap hanging with the uniform; it seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Shimazu, perhaps sensing his thoughts, took the cap and immediately placed it over the woman's blonde hair, lifting her face for them to see. Hua Jianxiong and Tang Shuqiang were both startled, simultaneously uttering the same word: "Russian woman." Shimazu nodded, saying, "Yes, that's a Russian woman. To be precise, a Russian lieutenant named Natasha. She was captured by the Imperial Army during the Battle of Huyan Mountain; she was a lieutenant-medic. After interrogation, they found her to have no intelligence value, so they brought her here." Hua Jianxiong let out a long breath. He couldn't wait any longer; such a rare beauty before him—it would be a waste not to take advantage of her.

He picked up two pieces of wood from the side, placing them two feet apart beside Natasha's feet. Then he turned and grabbed two ropes, preparing to spread Natasha's legs and tie them to prevent her from struggling during the assault. He was about to call Tang Shuqiang for help when he found Natasha already standing on two wooden blocks, her long, white legs spread wide, waiting quietly. Her large, bright eyes were full of submission. Shimazu smiled smugly, but Hua Jianxiong was a little surprised. He knew the Russians were naturally proud. White Russian prostitutes in Shanghai were usually arrogant when they slept with men, but he hadn't expected this Russian lieutenant to be so submissive after being captured for so short time. He couldn't help but admire the Japanese. He casually parted Natasha's thighs, brushed aside her thick pubic hair, and found that her genitals were cleaned very thoroughly. It seemed the Japanese had made serious preparations, which pleased him. Of course, upon closer inspection, he could see that this woman's vagina and anus had been penetrated multiple times, and quite severely. Although there were no obvious external injuries, they had definitely undergone extremely intense penetration; in layman's terms, they had been thoroughly penetrated. This wasn't surprising. A stunning blonde beauty, a Russian lieutenant, falling into Japanese hands and not being treated like this would be strange. Besides, without this level of abuse, she probably wouldn't be so docile now. He couldn't wait any longer. This beautiful Russian lieutenant, wearing a small cap, with shoulder-length blonde hair, completely naked, legs spread wide, dangling in front of him, was driving him wild. He unbuckled his belt, revealing his already throbbing erection, stepped forward, pressed against Natasha's curvaceous, alluringly fragrant naked body, one hand supporting his penis, the other grabbing one of her large, fleshy breasts. With a thrust of his hips, his thick penis plunged into the Russian lieutenant's vagina.

Hua Jianxiong was tall and had a large penis; he was always confident in his ability to bring women to extreme satisfaction or extreme pain. But today, he was a little unsure. His penis entered smoothly, incredibly smoothly. It was fully inserted without much effort. Normally, at this point it would reach the woman's uterus, but today it felt like it hadn't gone all the way in. The feeling of insertion was also peculiar—unobstructed, or rather, spacious. He had similar feelings before, when with women who had been tortured and repeatedly violated, like Yan Yu a couple of days ago. But those feelings weren't exactly the same. To be precise, it was loose, like poking cotton; today it was spacious. The vaginal walls he encountered during insertion were still hard, and the contractions of her vaginal muscles were strong, but there was always a feeling of insecurity. He suddenly remembered an analogy used by an acquaintance: rinsing chopsticks in a toilet. How insightful! This acquaintance had lived in Harbin for several years and probably had his share of raping women. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle. Natasha let out a long breath, straightening her bent back slightly. Her hairy pubic area rubbed against him, and the small yellow cap on her head swayed back and forth in front of him. His emotions surged, and he pulled his penis out a bit before thrusting it back in. Natasha groaned, then surprisingly began to move in sync with him. The two of them went back and forth, panting heavily from their thrusting. After a while, Hua Jianxiong suddenly smelled a strange odor. Natasha's blue eyes went blank, and all her muscles tensed. Her legs trembled, and it felt as if a strong hand was gripping Hua Jianxiong's penis from below. He finally couldn't hold back any longer, and the large amount of semen he had been holding back for so long shot out with a gushing sound. Natasha also groaned loudly and went limp.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-9 07:43

(Seventy)

As soon as Hua Jianxiong stepped back, Tang Shuqiang, who had clearly been waiting impatiently, rushed forward. Ignoring Natasha's filthy, sticky lower body, he thrust his penis inside. However, being significantly shorter than Hua Jianxiong, his penis only went in halfway before he couldn't reach the other side; even standing on tiptoe didn't help. Natasha, suspended in mid-air, cried out in frustration. Seeing this, Shimazu walked over and patted Tang Shuqiang on the shoulder, saying, "Tang-kun, don't rush, let her change positions." Tang Shuqiang smiled awkwardly and had no choice but to step back. Shimazu went over and loosened the ropes suspending Natasha, lowering her down. As soon as Natasha's feet touched the ground and she straightened up, Shimazu tightened the ropes again. Natasha looked at Shimazu with puzzled, her large, sky-blue eyes shining. Shimazu picked up a rope that Hua Jianxiong had thrown on the ground and gave them both a wink. Hua Jianxiong understood first, picked up another rope, and he and Shimazu each tied one side of Natasha's ankles with the rope. Natasha lowered her head, watching their movements anxiously, unsure of what they were going to do to her. The two ropes were tied tightly, and each of them threaded one end through two iron rings at the corners of the frame. Natasha understood what they were going to do, and pleaded urgently with them in Russian, which no one could understand, her voice trembling with tears. But no one paid her any attention. The three men, Shimazu on one side, Hua Jianxiong and Tang Shuqiang on the other, grabbed the ropes and pulled hard, hoisting Natasha's two slender legs up and spreading them to the sides. She screamed in panic, but the ropes were mercilessly fastened, and the beautiful Russian lieutenant was thus hung naked in mid-air, bent forward and backward.

Hua Jianxiong gazed at the naked blonde beauty hanging there, moaning incessantly, thinking that this was going to be quite a ordeal for her. Her upper body was suspended backward, her entire weight forcing her forward, while her lower body was bent backward, her whole body twisted by two opposing forces, every muscle in her body taut. He suddenly felt an urge to penetrate her again. He really wanted to experience what it would feel like to insert his penis into this blonde beauty's cunt. However, Tang Shuqiang had already moved forward. This time, he stood behind Natasha, supporting her large buttocks and lifting her up. His penis pressed against the thick opening of her cunt, and with a release, his penis slid in with a "plop." Tang Shuqiang began his piston-like movements, and Natasha bit her lip, closed her eyes, and moaned in rhythm with him. Hua Jianxiong and Shimazu each lit a cigarette, pulled up a chair, and sat down, watching the man and woman's frenzied intercourse while puffing out clouds of smoke. Tang Shuqiang actually lasted for almost half an hour before ejaculating. When he walked over, pulling up his pants, Hua Jianxiong saw Natasha hanging there, struggling to lift her head. Her beautiful eyes were bloodshot, and she kept glancing in their direction, completely ignoring the sticky fluid dripping from her parted thighs.

Hua Jianxiong glanced at Shimazu, who was staring intently at Natasha's alluring body. Seeing Hua Jianxiong looking at him, Shimazu exhaled a smoke ring and said, "This woman has a huge appetite. A couple of days ago, a dozen of us colleagues took turns having sex with her all night, and she still had the energy to moan at the end. At this rate, I don't know who'll beat whom. But I have a way to deal with her." He threw away his cigarette butt, stomped on it, and stepped forward. He grabbed the female officer's large breasts with one hand and twisted them forcefully, while his other hand grabbed a rag and roughly wiped Natasha's genitals until all the fluids had leaked out. He threw the rag away and gently stroked the thick pubic hair between the woman's open thighs. Hua Jianxiong and Tang Shuqiang both crowded around, curiously watching the pubic hair rustling under Shimazu's hand. The thick pubic hair, like the female lieutenant's hair, was golden, shimmering golden under the light. Hua Jianxiong had seen countless women, but this was the first time he had ever seen pubic hair this color.

Suddenly, Shimazu pinched a tuft of pubic hair from the female lieutenant's pubic area with two fingers and yanked hard. The woman shuddered, letting out a piercing scream as a tuft of golden pubic hair was forcibly ripped off. Shimazu held up the tuft of hair triumphantly, saying, "This woman doesn't need a slap; just pluck her pubic hair, and she'll go into heat, like a female cat in mating season." Hua Jianxiong and Tang Shuqiang immediately became excited. Shimazu gestured for them to wait, then called in several men. They put the Russian female lieutenant down, brought in a large basin of water, and forced the woman to sit in the basin. Shimazu gestured, and the three men together thoroughly washed Natasha's vagina and anus. They pulled Natasha out of the basin and ordered her to kneel in the center of the floor. Natasha obediently complied, her eyes blank. Shimazu gestured for the woman to spread her legs, which she immediately obeyed, spreading her legs wide to reveal her wet, dripping pubic hair. A blush began to appear on her face. Shimazu tossed Hua Jianxiong a towel, then walked behind Natasha knowingly. He grabbed her blonde hair and slammed her to the ground. Natasha's face was pressed to the ground, her white buttocks raised high, her small hands, cuffed behind her back, involuntarily clenching into fists.

Hua Jianxiong placed the towel between the lieutenant's legs, carefully wiping the cleft and ridges of her fleshy triangle until it was spotless, the dry golden pubic hair glistening in the light. Shimazu came over, examined it, shook his head, took the towel from Hua Jianxiong, and used his fingers to part the lieutenant's thick labia, slowly inserting the large towel entirely into her vulva. Natasha's body began to tremble, and she began to moan softly. Shimazu slowly pulled the towel out, the woman's face flushed, and with the towel being pulled, she truly cried out like a cat in heat. After pulling out the damp towels, Shimazu parted the thick labia and examined the area carefully, nodding in satisfaction. He gestured for Hua Jianxiong and Tang Shuqiang to look closely. Parting the labia, they saw the cleft was indeed quite dry. Hua Jianxiong inserted a finger into the opening and felt a slight astringency; he nodded.

Shimazu picked up a tuft of golden pubic hair, wrapped it around his finger, and deliberately pulled it slowly. The female officer's pubic skin was pulled up, and she let out a soft moan, her leg muscles tensing. Shimazu continued to pull, and the tuft of golden hair suddenly detached from her skin, curling up and remaining in his hand. Natasha let out a soft "Ah!" as the pulled-up skin snapped back to its original position, but a small gap appeared in the dense golden pubic hair, with several noticeable, large red dots on the skin's surface. Before Natasha could catch her breath, Shimazu grabbed another tuft of blond hair, and Tang Shuqiang also grabbed a tuft. Together, they each pulled a tuft of the female officer's pubic hair. Seeing this, Hua Jianxiong, not wanting to be left behind, joined in this cruel game. The three of them took turns pulling, and soon a patch of golden, curly female pubic hair was scattered on the ground. The female lieutenant kneeling on the ground was already flushed, moaning and panting. At this moment, Shimazu gestured towards the female officer's buttocks, and the two looked closely. They saw that the previously dry vulva was now glistening with moisture, and a large amount of clear, sticky fluid was constantly gushing out. In no time, the fleshy triangle area had become a wet, lush expanse of vaginal fluid. Looking at the woman's face pressed against the ground, her bright blue eyes beneath her short blond hair seemed bloodshot, and she was moaning intermittently, as if she was about to die. Hua Jianxiong found it amusing, and inserted his finger into the slightly trembling fleshy hole. With a "plop," a large gush of lustful fluid splashed out, almost hitting his face. The three of them burst into laughter. Hua Jianxiong picked up a towel to wipe his hands, feeling his manhood stirring again.

To be continued...
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-12 04:25

(Seventy-one)

He put down the towel and began to unbuckle his belt. Shimazu and Tang Shuqiang, knowing better, moved aside and each grabbed one of the female officer's large breasts, kneading it vigorously. Natasha cried out regardless, looking just like a female cat in heat. Hua Jianxiong pressed one hand against the woman's buttocks and grabbed her wet pubic hair with the other, pulling the large, white buttocks, dripping with white fluid, towards himself. At this moment, he noticed that the small, round, purplish-brown hole above the fleshy cleft was opening and closing nervously, as if offering itself to him. He was overjoyed, rubbed his penis against the thick labia a couple of times, getting it covered in sticky vaginal fluid, and then inserted it into the lieutenant's anus. Natasha was clearly unprepared for this, letting out a scream and her buttocks involuntarily swaying from side to side.

Seeing this, Shimazu raised one foot and stepped on the woman's face, simultaneously increasing the pressure with his hand, pinching her breast, and together with Tang Shuqiang, they held the female officer down tightly. Hua Jianxiong also increased the pressure at the same time, his large penis thrusting unstoppably deep into Natasha's anus. He felt very good now; his penis felt very full inside Natasha's anus, the surrounding flesh walls were very firm and contracted powerfully. He could tell that this place had been explored before, but obviously not much. The female officer's reaction was also very strong, moaning and trying to struggle. Hua Jianxiong smiled inwardly; when he was having sex with a woman, he needed to see her pain and unwillingness to feel particularly good. His penis finally reached the head, and the woman's moans became long and painful. Hua Jianxiong took a breath, suddenly pulled his penis out halfway, and then forcefully thrust it back in, while forcefully pulling out the tuft of pubic hair that had been wrapped around his fingers. Natasha's moans suddenly rose eight octaves, her body trembling violently, the flesh walls enveloping her penis contracting intensely, a current instantly coursing through Hua Jianxiong's entire body. He was breathless with pleasure, pulling his penis out halfway again, his hand also grabbing a tuft of pubic hair. Before he could thrust in, the female lieutenant cried out, and he had been waiting for this moment. With a double thrust, he penetrated the woman's body again, this time with a tuft of golden hair in his hand. He repeated this action incessantly, driving the seductive Natasha to the brink of ecstasy. Finally, he stopped thrusting altogether, simply plucking the female officer's pubic hair with each stroke. The woman, surprisingly, contracted wildly in rhythm with him, gripping the flesh walls of his penis, sending him to climax until he ejaculated a large amount of semen into her rectum. When Hua Jianxiong pulled out his penis, he was also panting heavily; he had never been so exhausted from fucking a woman before.

Just as he was about to pull up his pants, he suddenly noticed Natasha's bloodshot eyes fixed intently on his semen-covered penis, her lips moving incessantly. A surge of joy filled him. He pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Natasha, grabbing her blonde hair and placing her rounded shoulders on his open knees. He then grabbed one of Tang Shuqiang's loosened breasts. The breast felt wonderful—warm, soft, like a large ball. He squeezed and kneaded the fleshy mound. At that moment, Tang Shuqiang had taken his place, inserting his penis into the female lieutenant's anus and thrusting forcefully. The woman looked up, struggling to find something, her disheveled blonde hair obscuring her beautiful eyes. But this didn't prevent her from finding her target. She pressed her fleshy lips against Hua Jianxiong's exposed penis, which was covered in an indistinguishable amount of semen. Natasha eagerly opened her mouth, sticking out her pink tongue, moaning as she licked Hua Jianxiong's penis. She patiently licked, enduring Tang Shuqiang's relentless thrusts and the constant fall of her golden pubic hair. She moaned, licked, and trembled, arousing Hua Jianxiong again. She licked every crease of Hua Jianxiong's penis clean, finally opening her mouth wide and swallowing his already erect member. Hua Jianxiong stared in astonishment as his penis was completely inside the lieutenant's mouth, not even the scrotum left, utterly dumbfounded. His penis, when erect, was usually only able to swallow about two-thirds of the way when a woman gave him oral sex, even with all her might. If it were fully inserted, it would push against her throat, something few women could withstand. Today, this Russian woman had swallowed it all without difficulty, sucking with relish and constantly entwining her tongue around his shaft. He couldn't help but stand up, grabbing the lieutenant's blonde hair and thrusting passionately into her mouth. Now the lieutenant's body was bent at a right angle, Hua Jianxiong in front and Tang Shuqiang behind, their movements synchronized in their passion. The room was filled with smacking sounds, and finally, the two men ejaculated simultaneously as the female lieutenant trembled. The large amount of semen rushing into her mouth and throat caught Natasha off guard, causing her to choke and roll her eyes back. As soon as they withdrew their penises and let go, the female lieutenant collapsed to the ground, as if all her muscles had been pulled out, her mouth and lower body oozing copious amounts of fluid, soaking a large area of the floor.

(72)

When Shimazu saw Hua Jianxiong and Tang Shuqiang off, it was already past midnight. Both felt incredibly comfortable, though their legs were a little unsteady. Tang Shuqiang went home in his own car, while Shimazu took Hua Jianxiong back to his apartment, where Rie was already waiting in his room, having cleaned it thoroughly, ready to serve him for the night.

Hua Jianxiong slept until noon the next day. After getting up, he ate something with the help of the Japanese woman and then called a car to Tang Shuqiang's office. Thinking that half of the three days had unknowingly passed, he felt a sense of relief. Having not seen her for over a day, his biggest concern was Yan Yu's situation. Tang Shuqiang, who seemed to have just arrived at the office, appeared to know Hua Jianxiong's thoughts. Upon meeting, he immediately beckoned Hua Jianxiong to get in the car, and they headed to the prison. Upon arriving at the prison, Tang Shuqiang didn't immediately take Hua Jianxiong to the interrogation building, but instead led him to a bungalow at the back. Entering the building, turning a corner in a corridor, they descended a flight of stairs. Another basement; Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but feel curious, wondering what Tang Shuqiang was going to show him.

Reaching the basement and passing through the heavy iron door, Hua Jianxiong immediately realized this was a black jail. Even in institutions like theirs, there were one or two secret cells for important or sensitive prisoners, unknown to the general public. Walking into the dark corridor, Tang Shuqiang gestured to the guard accompanying him to open a small door. The two of them went inside, and Hua Jianxiong was shocked. In the cramped cell, on a cold, damp straw mat, huddled a slender blonde woman. The woman's hands were cuffed behind her back, and she wore a tattered cheongsam, revealing that she wore no clothing underneath. Her figure was even more alluring than the Russian female military doctor. Tang Shuqiang grabbed the woman's long hair and turned her face. It was a very beautiful face, and she looked very young, no more than 20 years old. He reached under the girl's cheongsam and touched between her legs, finding it slightly damp. He snorted, put the girl down, and retreated with Hua Jianxiong. Seeing Hua Jianxiong's inquiring gaze, Tang Shuqiang said mysteriously, "To be honest, brother, almost half of the women in Zero were obtained from me." Hua Jianxiong was startled, and Tang Shuqiang quickly said, "However, if it weren't for Brother Jianxiong's influence, I still wouldn't know what it's like inside."

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's suspicious look, he accompanied him out, explaining, "Zero has always been a very mysterious place, directly controlled by the Mei Agency. I don't think I've ever heard of any Chinese person going in before. I heard that it was originally some high-ranking officers of the Kwantung Army who brought attractive women from the battlefield..." The female prisoners were taken there for their amusement, and it gradually became a regular haunt, attracting many prominent Japanese men in Manchuria. It's said that there were at least two or three hundred regulars. Women captured on the battlefield were limited and unreliable, so they set their sights on prisons. It's said that the Mei Agency took over around this time. Their own prisons were no problem, but my place had many female prisoners, most of whom were attractive and had some status, making them their targets. Our contact was that Major Shimazu from yesterday.” Hua Jianxiong nodded; no wonder they were so familiar.

They had already returned to the courtyard. Tang Shuqiang led Hua Jianxiong towards the gray building and continued, "How could we dare refuse when the Mei Agency came to ask for people? But they always just borrow." "Borrow?" Hua Jianxiong was surprised. "Yes, they always borrow, and they always return what they borrow. They have excellent credit. At first, I was completely clueless, but after I got to know Shimazu, I learned from him that it was Zero who borrowed people, not the Mei Agency. But what exactly Zero does and where he is, they always keep it a secret. I only gradually learned that he was in the basement of the Asahi Club after dealing with them a lot. They specifically target beautiful female prisoners; they don't care if they have injuries, but they can't have disabilities. They usually return them after half a month, at most twenty days." They came back. They all came back completely unharmed. No, it should be said they were only missing a few hairs; most of the women who came back from Zero had no hair left except for their hair, eyebrows, and body hair. I only found out where they went yesterday. They all manage to come back unharmed, but they're like walking corpses, incapable of even crying. Some of them wouldn't utter a word no matter how much they were beaten or tortured before being sent away, but after coming back from Zero, they'd sit down and talk without being asked, telling everything. The brothers often joke that from now on, if there are any prisoners who refuse to confess even to the death, we should send them to Shimazu to deal with. "Actually, nobody really knows what happened. Now I finally understand." Hua Jianxiong interjected with a smile, "So, as soon as you knew we were going to Zero, you took it upon yourself to send Secretary Wang back?" Tang Shuqiang smiled and said, "Shimadzu comes here almost every week to take two or three people away. The North Korean woman and the female student you saw yesterday were both brought over from here. The woman we just saw is also Russian, 19 years old, sent from the other side. We started keeping an eye on her as soon as she arrived. She works as a hostess in a bar frequented by Japanese people in Xinjing, gathering intelligence by sleeping with Japanese officers. We arrested her last month, and the interrogation is over now. Shimadzu wants us to keep her. The Japanese love to play with Russian women. I didn't understand why they didn't take this young woman away immediately, but now it seems they have that Russian female military doctor from yesterday, and they probably want to wait until that's over before taking this one over. There were a few female prisoners in that basement earlier, both Chinese and North Korean, all kept for Shimadzu."
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-12 04:39

(Seventy-three)

As they were talking, they entered the outermost interrogation room on the first floor. The room reeked of blood and was filled with the sounds of screams and howls. Hua Jianxiong patiently watched for a while, then signaled to Tang Shuqiang that it was about time, and the two went upstairs together. Whether by coincidence or design, once on the second floor, Tang Shuqiang led Hua Jianxiong straight to the innermost interrogation room.

As soon as they entered, Hua Jianxiong saw Yan Yu being tortured, hung in a V-shape from a door frame, her body stripped naked, her blue cheongsam crumpled and thrown in the corner. Yan Yu's lower body was wet, indicating that she had been raped not long ago. A burly man with a full beard and bare chest was pinching Yan Yu's chin and interrogating her harshly. Yan Yu shook her head, crying and pleading, "Sir, I really don't know anything... I only know how to teach students..." A loud slap interrupted her pleas. A thick, muscular hand grabbed one of Yan Yu's swollen, bruised breasts, while the other hand grabbed a sharp, chopstick-thick iron skewer and viciously pressed it against her breast. Hua Jianxiong's heart leaped into his throat. The burly man pinched her nipple, lifting her breast, and thrust the iron skewer upwards, snarling, "Little wench, I'll teach you to be stubborn! If you don't talk, I'll poke a dozen holes in your breasts!" The sharp end of the skewer slowly pierced her flesh, and blood trickled down her bare body. Yan Yu cried out, "Sir, please spare me... I'm truly a law-abiding citizen..." Hua Jianxiong's heart tightened; he was genuinely worried she wouldn't be able to withstand the torture and would confess everything.

He was pondering this when he saw Tang Shuqiang hurriedly walk over, pat the burly man on the shoulder, whisper something in his ear, take the half-inserted iron skewer from Yan Yu's breast, and slowly pull it out. Tang Shuqiang casually tossed the skewer into the nearby brazier, grabbed a red-hot branding iron, pinched the nipple, lifted the bloodied breast, and fiercely branded it with the iron. With a hiss, a puff of smoke rose. The pungent smell of blood and acrid smoke filled the air, and Yan Yu screamed in agony before fainting, the bloody hole in her breast now sealed. Hua Jianxiong, annoyed by the sight, was about to turn and leave when he saw Tang Shuqiang wave his hand, and several thugs poured a basin of water over Yan Yu's head. Her head stirred, and she woke up. Tang Shuqiang lifted Yan Yu's chin, staring into her eyes, and said, "Tell me, who sent you? Chongqing or Yan'an?" Hua Jianxiong was startled, but Yan Yu shook her head with difficulty, saying, "I'm just a teacher, I don't know Chongqing..." Before she could finish speaking, Tang Shuqiang grabbed the red-hot iron skewer from the brazier. He pried open Yan Yu's swollen labia and slowly forced the dark red iron skewer closer to her lower body, threatening, "If you don't talk, I'll make your little cunt suffer!" Seeing the red-hot iron skewer approaching her lower body, Yan Yu trembled with fear, crying and struggling desperately. But her legs were firmly bound to the two sides of the door frame, and she couldn't move at all. Her lower body was completely exposed, and her messy pubic hair curled up under the high temperature of the iron skewer. She cried and wailed desperately, "Sir, please have mercy on me... let me go..." Tang Shuqiang was completely unmoved by Yan Yu's cries. With one hand, he forcefully pried open her labia, and with the other, he slowly shoved a spitting-sparkling iron skewer into her crimson vulva.

A plume of smoke, carrying a pungent, acrid smell, billowed from the open opening. With a yelp, Yan Yu jerked her head back, the veins on her neck bulging. Her scream distorted, like that of a wounded animal, a chilling sound. Then her body went limp, her head drooping to her chest, motionless. Tang Shuqiang pulled out the iron skewer, put it back in the brazier, and had Yan Yu reawakened. As soon as Yan Yu opened her eyes, she began to sob, begging for mercy. Tang Shuqiang moved behind Yan Yu, grabbed her hair, and pulled her face, which was covered in a mixture of sweat and tears. He then took the red-hot iron skewer and said, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll burn you to death!" "No...no...I don't know..." Yan Yu shook her head desperately, trying to break free from the large hand holding her hair. Tang Shuqiang gritted his teeth, pushed her hand upwards, and shoved the red-hot iron skewer into Yan Yu's anus. "Ah...ya..." Yan Yu trembled violently, her bound hands and feet struggling desperately, causing the heavy door frame to creak. Then she fainted again. Tang Shuqiang spat angrily and released her. Half of the iron skewer was sticking out from under Yan Yu's buttocks, hanging naked and numb on the door frame. Tang Shuqiang cursed something, left Yan Yu, and walked towards Hua Jianxiong. Suddenly remembering something, he turned back and said something to the bearded man before shaking his head and turning back.

Hua Jianxiong vaguely heard them mention the name Shimazu and was quite surprised. He steadied himself and, as he followed Tang Shuqiang out, casually remarked, "Brother Tang, you're truly a man of action!" Tang Shuqiang smiled wryly and said, "The men below are reckless; I'm afraid they'll cripple someone. This woman surnamed Yan has caught the eye of Shimazu; she'll be sent over in a couple of days to replace that Korean woman, who's near death. If they ruin her breasts, how am I supposed to explain to the Japanese?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Hua Jianxiong's head, chilling him to the bone. He blurted out, "Brother Tang, didn't you promise to hand everyone over to me tomorrow?" Tang Shuqiang gave him a strange look: "This woman wasn't originally involved in the assassination of the ambassador. Besides, the Mei Agency wants her; there's nothing I can do." "..." He paused, then suddenly chuckled mysteriously, "If you really like this woman, brother, why not stay a couple more days and go to Zero to get her? It'll be exciting. With your connections, it'll definitely work out, and I might even get some credit. To be honest, those two blows I gave her today were a setup for Shimazu. Once she's inside, those two holes will be enough to make her suffer, I guarantee she'll become obedient!" Hua Jianxiong realized his slip of the tongue and mentally cursed Tang Shuqiang's ancestors for eighteen generations. He fell silent, his mind heavy with worry, and followed Tang Shuqiang into the interrogation room next door.

The female student was still being interrogated there, and Liu Dazhuang was also there. Seeing Hua Jianxiong come in, he quickly came over to greet him, but Hua Jianxiong barely responded. The entire afternoon, Hua Jianxiong was absent-minded, his mind racing, thinking of various countermeasures. Even when it got dark and Tang Shuqiang wanted to invite him to dinner, he declined. Tang Shuqiang said nothing. He knew that Hua Jianxiong had a beautiful Japanese woman serving him in his apartment, so he sent a car to take him and Liu Dazhuang back.

(Seventy-four)

When Liu Mei woke up in bed, it was already broad daylight. She had gone to bed very late last night, her mind racing with worry about rescuing Zhou Xueping. Several attempts had failed, and she had almost made things worse, nearly exposing herself instead of helping Zhou Xueping. Wu Sibao had interrogated Zhou Xueping for three whole days, with even Huang Keji participating. This traitor had harmed Zhou Xueping and her sister, harmed Lao Duan, and was a serious threat to her as well; she had to find a way to get rid of him. After the interrogation yesterday, they sent Zhou Xueping to the men's prison in Zone B. She glanced at her from afar as they escorted her into the car; Zhou Xueping was being dragged in by three or four agents. Strangely, under their control, her figure appeared very bloated, almost unable to move, her belly swollen like a pregnant woman's. She wondered what Wu Sibao was up to now. She had to act quickly; if she delayed any longer, Zhou Xueping would be ruined at No. 76. Besides, she had heard that Wang Fengyan had returned, and Hua Jianxiong would be there soon. If Hua Jianxiong were to return, things would become even more complicated. Thinking of Hua Jianxiong, her heart warmed, and her lower body immediately felt hot and damp. She shook her head, scolding herself for being spineless.

Actually, she already had a plan to rescue Zhou Xueping. She noticed that these past few nights they had been taking Zhou Xueping to Area B, although it was only a few hundred meters away and heavily guarded, it was still easier than inside the 76th Division, and besides, it was nighttime. Moreover, keeping Zhou Xueping in Area B overnight was Ding Mocun's idea, so she wouldn't be implicated later. But her current dilemma was that she had originally been in contact with Zhou Xueping through Lao Duan, but now both of them were arrested, and Lao Duan had even sacrificed himself to protect her. To rescue Zhou Xueping, she needed to re-establish contact with the organization, and the only person who could tell her how to do so was Zhou Xueping herself. But Zhou Xueping was surrounded by a large group of agents in the interrogation room all day; she couldn't find an opportunity to speak with her alone. What to do? It seemed the only chance was during her overnight detention in Block B. Thinking this, she decided to make another trip to the prison to make arrangements and see Zhou Xueping alone as soon as possible.

Arriving at the duty room in Block B, she found herself on duty again—the same burly man. He was exceptionally attentive to Liu Mei, offering her water and a seat. Knowing she was there about Zhou Xueping, he fawned, "Secretary Liu, don't worry. I know that woman surnamed Zhou is a wanted criminal. You can rest assured that she's being held here; there will be absolutely no problems, and she'll be available whenever needed." Liu Mei was somewhat surprised by his words. It was almost 10 pm; hadn't Zhou Xueping been taken for interrogation today? A surge of excitement filled her, and she tentatively asked, "How was she last night?" The burly man replied with a complicated expression, "She was fine. I just checked on her; she was lively and energetic." Liu Mei's heart pounded. She hadn't expected the opportunity to come so quickly. She said calmly, "Go and bring her here. I need to see her so I can report to the sergeant." The fat man clicked his tongue, looking troubled, and said, "Old Wu locked her in Men's Cell 3. He has the key; I can't get her out." Liu Mei's heart skipped a beat. This Wu Sibao seemed to be no simple man. The fat man said ingratiatingly, "How about I accompany you to inspect the cell?" Liu Mei, thinking of Zhou Xueping, nodded. The fat man hurriedly led Liu Mei to the cell.

From a distance, they heard a commotion in Men's Cell 3. Liu Mei's heart jumped into her throat; she wondered how these beasts had tortured Zhou Xueping. The fat man muttered an awkward curse under his breath and led Liu Mei over. Despite being mentally prepared, Liu Mei was still stunned by the scene in the cell. It was a cell similar to the one before, containing more than twenty male prisoners. On a straw mat near the outer iron fence, a dark-skinned man, wearing only shorts, sat cross-legged. Zhou Xueping, completely naked with her arms tied behind her back and handcuffed and shackled, sat in his lap. Her posture was peculiar; her back was against the man's chest, her legs spread wide and extended, like a little girl being held to urinate. Her belly didn't seem as large as it had been the night before, but her waist was still quite thick, a far cry from her previous slender waist and flat stomach; she looked more like a pregnant woman in her late thirties. A male prisoner stood in front of them, pointing at the shackles on her feet. Another thick iron chain was pulled from her handcuffed hands and locked to a concrete block on the cell floor. Almost all the prisoners in the cell were gathered around the dark-skinned man's straw mat, watching with great interest.

Zhou Xueping's head was lowered, her disheveled hair hanging down, obscuring her face, but her painful groans could be heard. The burly man's hand was groping Zhou Xueping's wide-open lower body. Everyone watched intently, some even lying on the ground to get a better look. Liu Mei followed the man's hand and her heart tightened. In the dim light streaming into the corridor, Zhou Xueping's body was covered in whip marks and branding wounds. Her genitals were swollen like two shiny little buns, oozing a yellowish-white fluid. Most horrifying was her anus; her once delicate and lovely chrysanthemum gate had become a bloody, fleshy hole, the everted flesh forming a gruesome, mushroom-like mass. The burly man pressed down on her slightly protruding abdomen with one hand while manipulating her swollen genitals with the other, saying, "Don't hold it in, little beauty, you can't hold it in anyway. Just let your brother see! Seeing it will give you pleasure!" With each thrust, Zhou Xueping let out a pitiful groan.

The man holding the shackles suddenly shouted, "Here it comes!" Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xueping weakly twisted her body, let out a long, painful groan, and her swollen, bright red labia moved, gushing out a stream of yellowish liquid. The urine splashed into the chamber pot on the ground, and the onlookers only stepped back slightly, all their eyes greedily fixed on Zhou Xueping's vulva, which opened like a small mouth. Zhou Xueping's head drooped even lower. Just as she finished urinating, a few glistening drops still clung to her swollen labia. The burly man lifted Zhou Xueping's body slightly with both arms, then placed her in his lap. A thick, dark penis, which had been lying in wait, ruthlessly and firmly plunged into her badly injured vagina. Zhou Xueping screamed in agony, "Ah…" The burly man showed no mercy, gripping Zhou Xueping's buttocks and thrusting vigorously up and down.

Liu Mei couldn't stand it anymore and turned to leave. The fat guard followed behind, still chattering on and on: "Last night, this woman was brought in with her belly swollen like she was eight months pregnant. Old Wu locked her up and left. These guys in Men's Prison No. 3 have been in jail for at least three months. How could they let such a pretty woman off easily? They handled her a few times before they realized she wasn't pregnant; they'd just filled her belly with water. Some people said she'd definitely pee, so everyone clamored to see the beauty urinate. This woman is really tough. Seeing people gathered around waiting to watch, she endured until midnight, her face turning blue, but she didn't pee a single drop. I say you..." "Why bother? You've come this far. Once you're in No. 76, no matter how beautiful or powerful you are, you'll still be stripped naked and abused. Every part of your body has been seen and handled by men at least 180 times. Why would you care if someone sees you urinating? In the end, that skinny monkey Ma San somehow managed to get her wet. Once that happened, she couldn't stop. She urinates every time someone does it to her, sometimes even while doing it. The chamber pot in that cell has been emptied three times that night..." Liu Mei stopped and coldly interrupted him, "You better keep an eye on her. If anything happens to her, you'll be in deep trouble!" After saying that, she left without looking back.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-12 04:43

(Seventy-five)

Hua Jianxiong returned to the apartment dejectedly. Rie immediately came to greet him, helped him change into his home clothes, and then went to prepare food for them. Hua Jianxiong sat in the living room, slowly sipping the fragrant tea the woman had prepared for him. His mind kept drifting back to the image of the small Japanese woman bustling about in the kitchen, while his thoughts remained on Yan Yu. He had learned about Rie through acquaintances in the Mei Agency. She was from a rural area in Yamanashi Prefecture and joined the Women's Volunteer Corps as a high school student after the outbreak of war. Not long after, she volunteered to come to Manchuria, where she lost her virginity to a lieutenant general in the Kwantung Army headquarters. Later, she was recruited by the Mei Agency for fieldwork. He had taken a liking to this beautiful Japanese woman during his last visit to Changchun, and this time, Rie was serving him here. With Wang Fengyan gone, she had become the temporary housewife of the apartment, which had made things much easier for him. Lost in thought, he noticed the meal was ready. Hua Jianxiong, in a bad mood, ate a few bites absentmindedly before putting down his chopsticks.

Rie noticed Hua Jianxiong's troubled expression, so she warmed some sake for him, served him a few refreshing side dishes, and knelt beside him to serve him a drink to ease his mind. Today, she wore a light-colored silk kimono; the smooth fabric and wide neckline and sleeves revealed glimpses of her fair, delicate breasts or arms whenever she bent over or reached out, arousing Hua Jianxiong's desire. He casually poured a cup of sake, pushed it towards Rie, and drank it down with her. Rie picked up her cup, took a sip, and seeing Hua Jianxiong shaking his head at her, she made a face and finished her drink in one gulp. The girl's face began to flush, and seeing her rosy cheeks, Hua Jianxiong felt slightly relieved. He wrapped his arm around Rie's slender waist, his large hand slipping inside her low-cut neckline to caress her delicate skin. Rie lowered her head, leaning closer to Hua Jianxiong, and casually untied the belt of her blouse. The wide hem of her robe hung down, revealing her fair and delicate skin and a small bodice. Hua Jianxiong took a sip of wine, then reached under the bodice, his hand tracing the smooth skin to her small breasts. He liked the little beauty's apple-shaped breasts, and he also liked the feeling of touching them without actually seeing them. Rie softly leaned into Hua Jianxiong's arms, one of her small, white hands gently slipping inside his robe to caress his hairy chest. Hua Jianxiong took a sip of wine and held it in his mouth, then leaned closer to the woman's face. Rie blushed, looked up, and leaned in. Hua Jianxiong pressed his lips to Rie's pink lips and offered her a sip of wine. Rie swallowed, her chest heaving noticeably. Hua Jianxiong held the wine cup in one hand and grasped her firm breast with the other, his mind wandering. He downed the wine in his cup in one gulp and reached down to loosen Rie's belt. The girl slightly raised herself, discreetly pulling her oversized trousers down to her knees, revealing a small, light pink, lace-embroidered panty underneath. She gently lifted the panty and looked up at Hua Jianxiong. Hua Jianxiong pressed her hand down, his large hand slipping inside the panty. The panty rippled like waves, and a sweet scent wafted towards Hua Jianxiong, causing him to become erect. Rie leaned her head against Hua Jianxiong's chest, her breathing becoming uneven. She reached out a small hand, touching between Hua Jianxiong's legs, gently stroking the increasingly prominent bulge through the thin silk.

Hua Jianxiong's breathing became heavy. He withdrew his hand from under his blouse, poured himself a glass of wine, and downed it in one gulp. With his other hand, he grabbed the small panty and forcefully pulled it down. Rie slightly raised herself, letting the panty fall to her thighs, parted her legs slightly, and leaned into Hua Jianxiong's arms, closing her eyes. At the end of her two plump, white thighs, a patch of slightly yellowish pubic hair appeared. Although sparse, her pubic hair appeared meticulously trimmed and neatly arranged. Beneath the curly pubic hair lay a fair, flat triangle, with a thin, fleshy slit faintly visible through it, and on either side of the slit, a barely perceptible small bulge. Hua Jianxiong pressed the labia gently with two fingers, and Rie hummed softly, her small hands involuntarily gripping the throbbing penis. She tilted her head back and whispered to Hua Jianxiong, "It's all Rie's fault for making this big guy angry. I'll apologize to it right away!" As she spoke, she reached out to untie the belt of Hua Jianxiong's clothes. Hua Jianxiong suddenly straightened his back. For some reason, in his eyes, the delicate, pink, glistening vulva that he had been caressing suddenly transformed into Yan Yu's semen-soaked, wounded hole, with a terrifying iron skewer inserted inside, emitting blue smoke. He slapped her small, white hand and said coldly, "Get ready for bed." Rie blushed, nodded in agreement, got up, straightened her clothes, and turned to prepare bathwater for Hua Jianxiong.
(Seventy-six)

The apartment's sanitary facilities were very complete, including a small steam room in addition to the shower. Hua Jianxiong liked this very much and would steam himself every night before bed. Rie had already prepared everything and rushed to greet Hua Jianxiong as he approached, helping him undress. Hua Jianxiong didn't care at all as the Japanese beauty stripped him naked, opened the door, and went inside. He had just sat down when Rie, naked and head down, slipped in. She filled two ladles of water to fill the small cabin with steam, walked meekly to Hua Jianxiong, handed him a wet towel, and began her work. She first poured warm water over Hua Jianxiong's entire body, carefully wiped him with a towel, then gently parted his legs and knelt between them. Hua Jianxiong let her be, casually spreading his legs wide, covering his face with a damp towel, leaning against the wooden wall lost in thought. Rie rested her warm, soft body against Hua Jianxiong's hairy thighs, first rinsing her mouth with cool water, then gently cupping his warm, erect penis in her small hands. She stuck out her pink tongue, cupped the scrotum, and began to lick it. She licked a few times, then rinsed her mouth, licking one side and turning it over to lick the other, carefully licking every fold of the scrotum. Hua Jianxiong leaned back against the wall, occasionally letting out a comfortable groan. After licking the entire scrotum, Rie rinsed her mouth again and began licking the penis, licking the surface, then gently opening the folds underneath, carefully licking away all the dirt from the folds with her warm tongue. After cleaning Hua Jianxiong's penis, she took the fragrant tea she had prepared beforehand, replaced the cool water, rinsed her mouth, then took half a mouthful of water and slowly swallowed Hua Jianxiong's penis into her mouth. Rie's mouth wasn't large; the thick penis only went in a little over halfway before almost reaching her throat. She tried to swallow, gulping down the water in her mouth, her soft tongue swirling around the hard penis, making soft squeaking sounds from her delicate mouth. A gentle sensation spread throughout Hua Jianxiong's body; his penis, which had already begun to harden, unexpectedly began to subside. Hua Jianxiong had never experienced such a wonderful feeling under the tongue of any other woman. The high-temperature

steam caused all of Hua Jianxiong's pores to dilate, and combined with the soft tongue of this Japanese beauty, he felt extremely comfortable. He had completely calmed down, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind began to clear. The situation was clear: Yan Yu was out of his control, and there was no turning back; her final fate was predictable. No woman sent to the bottom could escape that devilish torment. Not to mention anything else, the two marks Tang Shuqiang left her with this afternoon were enough to drive her insane. Hua Jianxiong knew better than anyone that wounds in a woman's vagina and anus were difficult to heal, and each time she was raped, they would tear open again, causing her excruciating pain. This intense reaction would then fuel the man's even more frenzied desires, driving her to madness with the man's frenzied thrusting. A woman's genitals might tear open a hundred times, but it wouldn't kill her, and the external injuries might not even be visible. However, the repeated tearing would drive her to a mental breakdown. Although the Japanese under Zero didn't care about the information she revealed, she would be sent back to prison. At that time, Yan Yu would be the woman who would tell everything without being interrogated. She would grasp at any straw to free herself from the unbearable physical and mental pain, even death would be easier than that. Hua Jianxiong would be that straw, and Tang Shuqiang would not hesitate to use him to curry favor with the Japanese. Now, the only way out was to end Yan Yu's life. In fact, this was also a way to free her. Such a beautiful woman, reduced to this state, even if rescued, would no longer be a woman. Rather than spending his remaining years in a lonely, miserable place, haunted by painful memories, it would be better to end it all now. Thinking this, Hua Jianxiong felt a sense of relief. He gritted his teeth and made his decision.

After finishing servicing Hua Jianxiong's penis, Rie turned and pulled over a tall wooden stool. Hua Jianxiong obediently raised his legs and placed them on the stool. The woman gently knelt down, bent over, and buried her head between Hua Jianxiong's legs, licking from his tailbone along his buttocks to his anus. Her soft tongue circled a few times inside his anus, then began meticulously licking the tiny folds. Hua Jianxiong, comfortably half-reclined, couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "These Japanese really know their stuff; even their prostitutes are so well-trained." This Japanese woman's skill in serving men was one of the reasons he liked her; this kind of enjoyment was unique. Her soft tongue, like a small hand, caressed his sensitive areas, making him unbearably itchy, and his penis began to stir again. He grabbed her bare shoulder and squeezed it. Rie looked up, saw his almost fiery eyes, immediately let out a soft "Hah!", hurriedly finished her work, quickly got up, rinsed her mouth carefully, and turned to stay close to him. Hua Jianxiong grabbed the girl's slender waist, spread her legs, and she obediently sat on his lap. Hua Jianxiong's erect penis slipped under the girl's tailbone, nestled between her plump buttocks. He reached under her armpits, grabbing her firm breasts and kneading them forcefully, while simultaneously inserting another hand between her legs. Li Hui quickly spread her legs to let his large hand in. He unceremoniously grasped her lower body, inserting his middle finger into the crevice, making a squelching sound as his hand felt the slippery texture. Hua Jianxiong secretly gloated; this little beauty was already soaking wet. He applied a little pressure, his penis rubbing against Li Hui's buttocks. The woman hummed, understandingly turning her head and whispering, "Let Li Hui serve you, sir." Seeing Hua Jianxiong's tacit approval with a smile, she lifted her buttocks, reached out her delicate white hand to grasp his eager penis, aimed it at her wet little opening, and plopped down on it.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-12 04:49

(Seventy-seven)

The soft flesh walls tightly wrapped around the penis, contracting gently yet powerfully. A slippery, warm, and pleasurable sensation immediately spread throughout Hua Jianxiong's body. He adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable. Rie, sitting on the penis, had already started moving. She first rubbed her buttocks, then lifted her waist, and sat down with a plop when half of the penis was exposed. With each time she sat down, her small breasts bounced. Hua Jianxiong's heart beat faster and faster with the graceful and smooth movements of this little Japanese beauty. With the in-and-out movement of the penis, a large amount of vaginal fluid flowed out, wetting a large area of Hua Jianxiong's belly and thighs. With each rise and fall of Rie's body, she turned a small angle to the right, and soon she was panting and facing Hua Jianxiong. Her small nipples stood erect, her breasts pressed tightly against Hua Jianxiong's chest, rustling against his chest hair with each rise and fall of her body. The woman's movements grew faster and more frantic. Overwhelmed by intense pleasure, Hua Jianxiong could barely contain himself, tightly embracing her waist as if trying to meld her into his own body. The woman could no longer lift herself, her buttocks twisting forcefully against Hua Jianxiong. Suddenly, she gripped his strong waist as if frozen in place, her smooth back trembling. Hua Jianxiong also shuddered violently, and both of them ejaculated simultaneously. The woman's body gradually softened, and her breathing gradually calmed. But her small hands still clung tightly to Hua Jianxiong's back. Hua Jianxiong moved his hands to the girl's buttocks, holding her tightly. Slippery fluid flowed from the gap between their pressed flesh, and Hua Jianxiong felt as if he were sitting in mud.

Hua Jianxiong let out a sigh of relief. Rie immediately realized what was happening, and swayed her hips softly, saying, "Excuse me, Rie will clean you up, sir." She then nimbly got off the bed and meticulously licked the sticky residue off Hua Jianxiong's body. Hua Jianxiong patted her head: "Go take a bath!" Rie immediately got up, nodded, and ran to the adjacent bathroom to prepare. Hua Jianxiong stood up and staggered to the bathroom door.

The door was open, and a woman came out to greet him. Inside was a half-person-high Japanese-style wooden bathtub, filled more than halfway with steaming hot water. Next to it, on a small wooden table, were towels, yukata, soap, and other necessities. Hua Jianxiong put his arm around Rie and led her to the bathtub. The girl tested the water temperature, knelt on one knee, and invited Hua Jianxiong to get in. Despite Hua Jianxiong's doubts about whether this petite beauty could withstand his nearly 200-pound weight, he didn't use the footstool readily available by the tub. Instead, he climbed into the tub, stepping on Rie's fair thighs. The moment he entered the tub, he glimpsed a small puddle of sticky fluid flowing down Rie's thighs and pooling on the floor. He couldn't help but feel a little moved; this imperial feeling intoxicated him. He immersed himself completely in the warm water and nodded to the girl standing outside. Rie hurriedly grabbed a wet towel from the cold water basin beside her, wiped her still-smeared lower body a few times, then grabbed a clean small towel and quickly climbed into the tub, snuggling into Hua Jianxiong's arms. Hua Jianxiong embraced her slippery body, and she wriggled around coquettishly, stroking her large penis that was freely floating in the water. Hua Jianxiong retaliated, reaching down to her lower body, inserting his index and middle fingers into her vagina. He was surprised to find that her once-full vulva was now completely clean. He was truly puzzled as to when this beautiful Japanese woman had cleaned herself up. Rie, after her playful antics, began to work, using a towel to wipe him down. Hua Jianxiong enjoyed the close, attentive service of the naked beauty, closing his eyes to rest. As

soon as he closed his eyes, Yan Yu's naked body, covered in wounds, reappeared before him. Thinking of his decision, he sighed inwardly. Suddenly, another thought surged within him: how could he end Yan Yu's life? Organizational discipline strictly prohibited lateral communication between intelligence agents. Hua Jianxiong knew very well that the Military Intelligence Bureau had a vast intelligence network in Changchun, even harboring high-ranking agents like himself within the enemy's core areas. But even if he knew who they were, he couldn't contact them; even if he did, they wouldn't obey his orders. The only way was to report his situation and determination to headquarters through Xiao Hong, and then have headquarters order Changchun to take action. He was currently in Changchun and had no safe or reliable way to contact Xiao Hong; everything depended on his return to Shanghai. Actually, there was no immediate danger; even if Yan Yu had entered Zero, he would have at least a week or two to arrange everything. Even so, the feeling of having his fate in someone else's hands while being powerless made Hua Jianxiong very uncomfortable. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel irritated again. A soft little hand reached under his armpit, gesturing for him to stand up. Then the woman's slippery body pressed against him. This time, Rie had slathered herself with soap, like a fragrant bar of soap, rubbing against Hua Jianxiong. Her slippery, fleshy breasts slid against Hua Jianxiong's chest, while her hairy lower body pressed against his penis. After rubbing for a while, she moved behind Hua Jianxiong, pressing against his back and buttocks, and soon he was covered in soap. The girl quickly turned back to the front, pressed him into the water, and used her body as a towel to wash him clean.

She helped Hua Jianxiong climb out of the tub, grabbed a towel to dry him off, and saw him out of the bathroom. She turned back to dry herself, but Hua Jianxiong suddenly turned around, picked up the fair-skinned, delicate beauty, and strode back to the bedroom. He threw the girl onto the bed, pounced on her, pressed down on her soft body, and roughly inserted his clean, soap-scented penis into her again. The frenzied intercourse allowed Hua Jianxiong to temporarily forget all his troubles. After he had satisfied himself by filling the Japanese beauty's vagina again, he finally fell asleep, exhausted, embracing the soft, vibrant, and fragrant naked beauty.

(Seventy-eight)

After waking up in the morning, Hua Jianxiong deliberately dawdled, only arriving at Tang Shuqiang's office with Liu Dazhuang after lunch. Tang Shuqiang had already prepared the transfer documents, and seeing the stack of files, he became annoyed again. This group of useless people still needed to be dealt with, while the person he truly wanted had not yet been obtained. He listlessly instructed Liu Dazhuang to handle the formalities and arrange the transport, then asked Tang Shuqiang if he could visit the prison again. He wanted to see Yan Yu one last time before leaving, to try and calm her down and buy some time. Tang Shuqiang readily agreed and accompanied him to the prison.

Upon arriving at the prison, they quickly looked around. Almost all the interrogations in the torture chambers were winding down. Especially in several upstairs chambers, several female prisoners had been stripped naked and forced onto torture tables or the floor – the last crucial step before the agents transferred them over. Only in the innermost chamber, Yan Yu's cell, could still be heard the sounds of fierce interrogation and pitiful screams. They pushed open the door; the room was filled with smoke and chaos. Yan Yu was still hanging naked in a V-shape on the torture rack. The same bearded man from yesterday was interrogating her, with a bespectacled middle-aged man standing beside him. The bearded man pinched Yan Yu's chin, pointed at the bespectacled man, and asked, "Do you know him?" Yan Yu struggled to lift her eyelids, then weakly shook her head. Seeing this, the bespectacled man blushed and said, "I know you! You came to the Iron Blood Group meeting with a man!" Hua Jianxiong realized that the bespectacled man was the one who had implicated Yan Yu. The bearded man pinched Yan Yu's cheeks hard and demanded, "Who was that man? Tell me!" Yan Yu raised her eyelids slightly and whispered, "I've never been in any Iron Blood Corps..." "Damn it, you won't admit it until you see the coffin!" The bearded man said, lifting Yan Yu's left breast and randomly fiddling with her nipple with his fingers, his eyes wide as he stared intently at Yan Yu's scarred breast. Soon, the nipple was erect, and the bearded man took out a steel needle more than an inch long and stabbed it into the almost invisible milk duct in the center of the nipple. Yan Yu trembled all over, crying out in agony, "Ouch... Ouch..." The bearded man continued stabbing, demanding, "Who was that man? Tell me!" "Ouch... It hurts so much... Please..." Yan Yu cried out pitifully. But the bearded man showed no mercy, only releasing his grip when the needle was more than halfway in.

After Yan Yu's breasts were released, they trembled and stood erect again, gleaming steel needles stuck in her nipples, glistening with bright red blood. The bearded man grabbed Yan Yu's right breast, brandishing another steel needle and threatening, "Confess or not? If you don't, I'll pierce your breast too!" Yan Yu pleaded pitifully, "Sir, please spare me... I don't know what to confess... Don't prick me, it hurts so much..." The bearded man cursed something, pinched Yan Yu's nipple, and shoved the steel needle in again. Yan Yu's head slumped, and she lost consciousness.

Hua Jianxiong hadn't been able to make eye contact with Yan Yu; he looked at the bespectacled man standing to the side, swallowing hard, and wished he could drag him out and bury him alive. The bearded man, however, wasn't idle. He took out a spool of gleaming thin copper wire and carefully wrapped it around Yan Yu's two nipples, each with a steel needle. In no time, he twisted the erect nipples into two shiny, golden copper rods, then threaded the wire through the eye of a steel needle. After finishing, he turned back and smiled smugly at Tang Shuqiang and Hua Jianxiong.

Several thugs hurriedly woke Yan Yu. Yan Yu felt the strange sensation in her chest, looked up, and then began to sob again. The bearded man lifted Yan Yu's chin and deliberately lowered his voice, saying, "Miss Yan, are you scared? This electric shock is no joke! I advise you to confess, or you'll regret it!" Yan Yu's eyes showed fear, and she cried, but she refused to confess. Enraged, the bearded man grabbed a large, gleaming metal rod from the table. The rod was about the thickness of a rolling pin, over a foot long, square at one end with sharp edges, and a handle at the other end connected to an electrical wire. He waved the copper rod in front of Yan Yu and said, "See this? This thing goes into your little asshole, and then it's electrified, and you're going to ascend to heaven?" Yan Yu's eyes widened in fear, and she cried out, "No...no...don't..." The bearded man shook his head, picked up the copper rod, and moved behind Yan Yu. The man with glasses followed, helping to spread Yan Yu's buttocks apart. Yan Yu cried and screamed, desperately twisting her body to try and clench her thighs, but it was all in vain. The bearded man pressed the copper rod against her anus and twisted it forcefully, the sharp-edged metal rod squeezing into her narrow anus. Blood flowed out; the wound from Tang Shuqiang's branding yesterday had been torn open again. Even without that old wound, her narrow, delicate anus couldn't withstand the force of the cold, hard metal penetrating it.

Yan Yu cried out hoarsely, but refused to confess until the copper rod was almost completely inside her body, at which point her screams subsided, turning into intermittent, pitiful moans. Blood streamed down her thighs, pooling on the floor. The bearded man wiped the blood from his hands on his trousers, plugged in the power to the copper rod, and carefully connected the other two wires to the steel needles in Yan Yu's chest. He patted Yan Yu's buttocks and asked, "Really not going to confess? Want to experience the feeling of being electrocuted? You filthy bitch, I'll grant your wish!" He pressed a red button on the table, and a low buzzing sound rang out.

Ah...ya...Yan Yu's naked body, suspended in mid-air, suddenly stiffened, her breasts stood erect, trembling wildly; her spread thighs and flat abdomen also shook violently; then, her two swollen, bluish-purple labia trembled and stood upright, opening like trumpets, shuddering a few times, and with a whoosh, a stream of yellowish liquid gushed out—she had lost control of her bladder. The bearded man cursed, turned off the power, and Yan Yu hung limply on the rack as if her tendons had been pulled out, urine, blood, and sweat mixed together and flowing onto the floor. He grabbed her hair and saw that her eyes were bloodshot, her lips were bluish-purple, and she was groaning in pain, yet she hadn't fainted. The bearded man roared, "Are you fucking going to confess or not?!" He then slammed the switch on again. A loud crackling sound followed, and Yan Yu let out a desperate, beast-like, short, piercing scream, a stench of burning filling the air. The lights dimmed, flickered a few times, and then went out completely. Hanging from the door frame, Yan Yu was now just a dark shadow, blue sparks crackling and popping between her breasts; her lower body shimmered as if on fire, emitting a foul, acrid smoke. Only two large braziers remained in the room, their flames flickering. Everyone frantically tried to extinguish the fire, and when the lights came back on, they found Yan Yu motionless. Upon closer inspection, they saw that her nipples were charred, her lower body was blackened, emitting a foul-smelling smoke, and she was already dead.

Hua Jianxiong knew someone had done it the moment the lights went out. When he saw Yan Yu's charred body, he sighed inwardly. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed she hadn't suffered much pain in her death. The bearded man and the bespectacled man were pale with fright. Tang Shuqiang, furious, ordered the two men detained and thoroughly investigated. He frantically arranged the aftermath for half a day before accompanying Hua Jianxiong back to his office.

Hua Jianxiong suddenly felt completely relaxed. He offered Tang Shuqiang a few insincere words of comfort and then took Liu Dazhuang back to his apartment. He slept soundly with the Japanese woman in his arms. Early the next morning, he caught a plane back to Shanghai, leaving Liu Dazhuang to escort the unfortunate prisoners back to report.
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Author: Believe Time: 2007-9-13 02:49

This is really teasing; why isn't it finished yet?
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Author: 882 Time: 2007-9-15 03:49

Why isn't it finished yet? There's more to come, I'll give it a thumbs up.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-15 13:53

Lurking (Seventy-Nine)

As soon as Hua Jianxiong arrived in Shanghai, he had the car that picked him up take him directly back to No. 76. He was worried about the situation there, especially the Zhou Xueping case, wondering what the outcome of the trial would be. Thinking of Zhou Xueping, he inexplicably felt an erection, and her dignified, beautiful, and elegant face flashed through his mind. But that pretty woman had long since been tormented by Wu Sibao and his gang. What a stroke of luck for those bastards! But if he could get information about the Communist underground organization, especially about that Feng, from her, what did a woman matter! Then, the horrific scene of Yan Yu's death yesterday afternoon resurfaced in his mind. Wouldn't the Communists use the same tactic of killing to silence her? Would that Feng just sit and wait to die? Thinking of this, a thought suddenly struck him, and his mind jumped to Liu Mei. His heart pounded. He remembered her snow-white thighs, her high breasts; he remembered her always cold face in front of others and her docile body like a kitten beneath him. Did she really have a third face?

In the blink of an eye, the car pulled into No. 76. Once inside the office building, Hua Jianxiong felt relieved. Everything seemed normal, no one seemed out of the ordinary; people greeted him with the same respectful demeanor. Stepping into his office, he found only Wang Fengyan there; Liu Mei's seat was empty. Wang Fengyan's face lit up with a smile when she saw him, and she immediately came forward. He handed her his briefcase and casually asked, "Where did Liu Mei go?" Wang Fengyan snuggled closer to him, coquettishly pleading, "She came back and didn't even ask how I was doing. Sending me to the countryside in Wuxi, all that fighting and killing, it was terrifying..." Hua Jianxiong said impatiently, "What's wrong with Liu Mei? Knowing I was coming back today, she didn't wait for me in the office. Where did she go?" Wang Fengyan's face turned from red to white, and she stammered, her eyes avoiding Hua Jianxiong's gaze. Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding rising within him. He asked again, "Where's Wu Sibao?" Wang Fengyan shook her head, unable to provide a clear answer. Just as he was about to explode in anger, the sound of crisp high heels echoed down the corridor outside, heading straight for him. Hearing the familiar footsteps, Hua Jianxiong immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, the person stopped at his door, knocked lightly twice, and then pushed the door open and entered. Hua Jianxiong froze upon seeing the person.

It wasn't Liu Mei who entered, but a beautiful woman wearing a badge from the 76th Division, whom Hua Jianxiong didn't recognize. Wang Fengyan, as if granted a reprieve, hurriedly came over to introduce her: "This is the new Secretary Yang, with Deputy Director Li." "Secretary Yang? With Li Ziwu? Deputy directors are never assigned secretaries, are they?" A new question arose in Hua Jianxiong's mind. The beautiful and capable Secretary Yang, ignoring Hua Jianxiong's suspicious gaze, bowed to him and said, "Yang Wen is new here; please give me your guidance, Chief." Before Hua Jianxiong could reply, she smiled and said to him and Wang Fengyan, "Better late than never. Chief Li asked me to deliver this note to you." She handed him a slip of paper. Hua Jianxiong unfolded it and saw it was Ding Mocun's handwriting: "Jianxiong, come to my office immediately upon seeing this! Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!" "His..." Hua Jianxiong cursed inwardly. What was going on? Ding Mocun's note was delivered by Li Ziwu's secretary. He wanted to make arrangements and inquire about the situation before going, but the woman named Yang Wen looked at him with a smile, as if she wouldn't leave until he did. Hua Jianxiong gritted his teeth: "Damn it, I'm going to see what kind of tricks they're up to. Are they going to eat me alive?"

Hua Jianxiong followed Yang Wen towards Ding Mocun's office. Watching the woman sway like a lotus leaf as she walked, he couldn't help but feel a little itchy. He wasn't too worried. He had made foolproof arrangements before going to Changchun. Even if Liu Mei had some tricks up her sleeve, he believed she wouldn't escape his grasp.

Yang Wen led Hua Jianxiong into Ding Mocun's office, closed the door, and left. The office was empty. Ding Mocun wasn't there, nor was the female secretary named Pingru. Hua Jianxiong suddenly felt something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Everything in the room was as usual, everything was in order. He suddenly realized that what was wrong was the atmosphere. Although no one was in the room, for some reason, the atmosphere was eerie, dangerous, and even a little lewd. Suddenly, a faint noise came from the inner room. Hua Jianxiong immediately thought of the woman named Pingru and cursed inwardly, "Old man, you're enjoying yourself with a woman in your room, why did you call me here in such a hurry!" Just then, the inner room door opened, and Ding Mocun, neatly dressed, came out. He greeted Hua Jianxiong warmly, "Jianxiong, you've had a hard time this trip, you've done a great service!" Hua Jianxiong absentmindedly chuckled at him, glancing at the slightly ajar door. Ding Mocun offered him a seat and a cigarette. As they were exchanging pleasantries, the inner room door opened again, and sure enough, it was the woman named Pingru who came out. She gave Hua Jianxiong a somewhat forced smile and walked quickly outside. Hua Jianxiong was a little surprised to see that she was also neatly dressed and her expression was normal. But he inadvertently caught a glimpse of something sticking out from the end of her small handbag. Although she was walking quickly, Hua Jianxiong still saw it: it was the shoulder strap of a woman's bra. Watching Pingru's breasts heave with each rapid step, he chuckled inwardly, "The old man is indeed cheating."

His nerves relaxed; he crossed his legs, took a drag of his cigarette, and stared at Ding Mocun. Ding Mocun was also smoking, remaining silent for a full three minutes, his eyes flickering uncertainly. After a while, as if he had made a great decision, he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and said to Hua Jianxiong carefully, "Brother Jianxiong has been away these past few days, and something happened at home." Hua Jianxiong found his pretentious manner somewhat amusing, and also put out his cigarette, asking with feigned seriousness, "What happened?" Ding Mocun hesitated for a moment, seemingly finding it difficult to speak, and said, "Liu Mei... Secretary Liu, she..." Hua Jianxiong's heart sank suddenly: "Damn it, something really happened to Liu Mei! But how did she end up in Ding Mocun's hands?" He tried his best to suppress his unease and asked with feigned surprise, "What happened to Liu Mei?" Ding Mocun shook his head as if regretfully and said, "She's having an affair with the Communists." "Oh?" Hua Jianxiong's heart pounded more and more nervously. He stared into Ding Mocun's eyes, waiting for him to continue. Ding Mocun sighed and said, "I know Liu Mei is Jianxiong's right-hand woman, so I informed you of this situation as soon as you arrived to avoid any misunderstandings. Nobody expected Liu Mei to be colluding with the Communists, and she might very well be that Feng." Hearing Ding Mocun's tone, Hua Jianxiong desperately told himself to stay calm. His mind raced, and he asked, "What exactly happened?" Ding Mocun said, "She attempted to kidnap Zhou Xueping and escape."

Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong's tense nerves relaxed slightly. He feigned surprise and asked, "Liu Mei is going to break into the prison? When? Director, you're not joking, are you? Who's her accomplice? How could she possibly kidnap Zhou Xueping?" Ding Mocun didn't seem to mind the barbed words in Hua Jianxiong's tone and said sincerely, "After you left, someone reported to me that she was acting very strangely. I didn't believe it at first, but considering the cancellation of Zhou Liping's execution, we had to be extra careful, so we took some temporary measures. She's been active these past few days, waiting for an opportunity to strike. She probably heard you were coming back soon, so she risked meeting with Zhou Xueping this morning and was caught red-handed." Hearing Ding Mocun's explanation, Hua Jianxiong felt a burning pain in his heart, as if being scratched by a cat. This was the situation he feared most. Had it really happened, and had he fallen into Ding Mocun's hands?

Long-term professional training forced him to gradually calm down. He keenly realized that Ding Mocun's attitude lacked the excitement and smugness one would expect from someone who had caught a big fish. He could even sense a hint of caution in Ding's presence, and his explanations were vague. It seemed the situation wasn't beyond repair. He couldn't tell whether Ding Mocun and his group had obtained any concrete evidence against Liu Mei, but he knew there was no major danger ahead. He noticed Ding Mocun mention "we" several times, and a thought struck him. He looked directly at Ding Mocun and tentatively asked, "Where is Liu Mei now?" "She's been detained," Ding Mocun interrupted Hua Jianxiong before he could speak. "We reported to Boss Zhou this morning, and he instructed that she be isolated. No one is allowed to approach her." Ding Mocun's reply secretly relieved Hua Jianxiong; he knew this was a way to shut him up. However, his words inadvertently revealed the truth. Boss Zhou's use of the word "isolate" was full of hidden meaning. If they had concrete evidence of Liu Mei's involvement in a prison break with the Communists, they probably wouldn't have been so lenient. Faced with this perplexing situation, and knowing that it involved him as well, he didn't want to get entangled with Ding Mocun. He needed to clarify the situation first before considering a course of action.

Suddenly, a strange thought popped into his head. He subconsciously felt that there was something tangible in the room related to Liu Mei, something he could almost touch. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He carefully looked around, but couldn't see anything related to her. "Maybe it's just a hallucination," he told himself. He needed to leave quickly to clear his head, so he got up, said goodbye to Ding Mocun, and left his office.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-15 13:57

(80)
Back in the office, Wang Fengyan timidly served him tea, water, and lit his cigarette. Hua Jianxiong glared at him and said with a gloomy face, "Where did Wu Sibao go? Why didn't he come to see me? Go! Call him here!" Wang Fengyan responded softly and walked out. As soon as she opened the door, she almost bumped into another beautiful woman. The woman said sweetly, "Oh my, Director Hua is so fierce! Who are you with?" As she spoke, a fragrance wafted towards her. It turned out to be Lin Meiyin. She glanced at Wang Fengyan's back as she disappeared into the corridor and said softly to Hua Jianxiong, "I've heard about Liu Mei's matter. Director Hua doesn't need to think too much about it. Meiyin came here specifically to ask you to grace us with your presence, to calm your nerves." Hua Jianxiong was extremely annoyed, and besides, it was still early. He had no appetite to go out to eat with this beauty. So, he said aloofly, "Miss Lin, I am deeply grateful for your kindness. However, I have just returned and am tied up with official business, so I am afraid I cannot comply." Lin Meiyin smiled slightly, "I am acting under orders!" Hua Jianxiong felt a jolt: "Boss Zhou must have something for Lin Meiyin to convey; it's not convenient to talk here." Perhaps his life was at stake, Hua Jianxiong dared not delay, and disregarding Wang Fengyan and Wu Sibao, he anxiously followed Lin Meiyin out
. The car left No. 76, passed through several bustling streets, and turned onto a highway leading to the suburbs. Lin Meiyin remained silent, and Hua Jianxiong, sitting beside her, was startled, knowing they were going to the old man's villa. The old man wouldn't meet him here unless he was a very trusted subordinate or it was something extremely important. It seemed this matter had really escalated, and he was starting to have no idea what awaited him.
Sure enough, the car turned into Boss Zhou's villa, a large detached Western-style house nestled among lush greenery. Hua Jianxiong followed Lin Meiyin directly to the old man's study, where he was writing, clearly having been waiting for him. Hua Jianxiong sat upright on the sofa, his heart pounding with anxiety. The old man calmly put down his brush, glanced at him, and said bluntly, "This is no simple matter!" Sweat beaded on Hua Jianxiong's face; he didn't understand what the old man meant. The old man leaned back in his chair and said, "Young man, calm down. Don't let a woman ruin everything." Hua Jianxiong's heart sank. What did the old man mean? It seemed Liu Mei was in danger. Then the old man changed the subject, saying, "There's a major case at the Military Police Headquarters, and they need a capable person. I think you'll have to work there for a few days." Hua Jianxiong's heart sank; he understood that he was being asked to leave. It seemed the situation was truly serious. He nodded, numbly rose to say goodbye to the old man, and left with Lin Meiyin.
Lin Meiyin personally escorted Hua Jianxiong to the Japanese military police headquarters. Hua Jianxiong felt like he was being escorted, and a sense of desolation welled up inside him. In the car, Lin Meiyin deliberately leaned close to Hua Jianxiong, whispering and laughing with him. Her soft, bare arms pressed against his shoulders, her fragrance wafting over him, accompanied by her soft whispers. He had never been so close to this beautiful woman before, and she had never spoken to him so much. If she had been this affectionate a few days ago, he might have already held her in his arms, but Hua Jianxiong had no such feelings now. He was wondering what had happened.
Judging from Ding Mocun's ambiguous introduction and Boss Zhou's ambiguous attitude, they certainly hadn't found concrete evidence that Liu Mei was a Communist; the prison break was 100% nonsense. Otherwise, given the grudges between Zhou and Ding and the Communists, not only would Liu Mei have been sentenced to death long ago, but he himself would likely have at least been dismissed and investigated for negligence in personnel management. So what was the reason? He felt as if he had fallen into a vast fog, completely blind. Thinking about this, he was truly furious. He had made thorough preparations for his trip to Changchun. His suspicions about Liu Mei hadn't subsided, so he wanted to use this opportunity to test her loyalty. He brought Wang Fengyan to Changchun mainly to give Liu Mei a free environment; he wanted to see what she would do. Therefore, the first thing he did upon arriving in Changchun was to call Wu Sibao and instruct him to closely monitor Liu Mei's movements. But who knew that Liu Mei would actually get into trouble, and Wu Sibao would be nowhere to be found? Could it be that he had also turned to the Communists and been arrested? He felt his thoughts were utterly ridiculous and almost cursed aloud. Realizing he had lost his composure
, he subconsciously glanced at Lin Meiyin, who was still leaning on his shoulder, talking incessantly. He inadvertently saw her snow-white arms and neck peeking out from under her sleeveless cheongsam, and couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart. Lin Meiyin turned slightly towards him as she spoke, and through the low neckline of her cheongsam, he even caught a glimpse of her white bra strap. Suddenly, a clear thought flashed through his mind like lightning. He suddenly realized what had been hovering in front of him all morning in Ding Mocun's office, yet he couldn't quite grasp it: Good heavens, what Pingru had frantically stuffed into her bag was Liu Mei's bra! No wonder he felt like he'd seen Liu Mei's things, but couldn't find them. It was something he knew all too well, more than his own underwear! Actually, his brain had already told him what it was; it was all because he'd been thinking about Ding Mocun cheating, and his mind had short-circuited. That meant Liu Mei had been in Ding Mocun's office shortly before he arrived! Maybe she was in the inner room while he was sitting in the outer room! Her bra was in Ding Mocun's hands, which meant… He trembled with rage; he couldn't bear to think any further. Only then did he realize that the eerie, dangerous, and lewd feeling he had experienced when entering Ding Mocun's office that morning wasn't an atmosphere at all; it was a scent—Liu Mei's scent! He would inhale this scent deeply after each encounter with her; it was his best stimulant and tranquilizer, and he could distinguish it even among 100 men. Today, he should have understood what was happening the moment he entered that door; Liu Mei had clearly told him, yet he had been so confused and preoccupied with his thoughts. He almost blurted out that he was a complete idiot.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-15 14:00

(Eighty-one)
Lost in thought, the car arrived at the entrance of the Japanese military police headquarters. The guards, as usual, saluted and let him pass. Only then did he pull himself out of the mire of his thoughts and barely muster his spirits. Waiting for them at the door was the smiling Fujiwara Kaori. Seeing her radiant face and alluring figure, Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat, a warmth spreading through him. After Xiangzi greeted them, she led them directly into Commander Hashimoto's office, which surprised Hua Jianxiong. Hashimoto greeted Hua Jianxiong warmly, exchanging pleasantries as if nothing had happened, before formally requesting his help in handling a difficult case for the military police. Hua Jianxiong readily agreed, saying he was there on orders from Boss Zhou and would obey any command. Seeing Hua Jianxiong's friendly conversation with the Japanese, Lin Meiyin, realizing her mission was complete, exchanged a few more words with Hashimoto and took her leave. After Lin Meiyin left, the atmosphere became tense. Hua Jianxiong knew Hashimoto was fully aware of what had happened at No. 76, but he didn't reveal it. He had given Hua Jianxiong ample face in front of Lin Meiyin, making it seem as if inviting him to the military police headquarters had nothing to do with the events there. Hua Jianxiong understood that his ability to stay at No. 76 depended on this, so he was eager to know Hashimoto's true attitude towards him. Hashimoto paced back and forth in the room, while Hua Jianxiong sat upright, considering how to begin. Fujiwara Kaori stood ramrod straight by the door, like a dutiful guard.
After a moment of silence, Hashimoto finally spoke: "Jianxiong-kun, this case we're dealing with is quite tricky!" Hua Jianxiong was somewhat disappointed that he didn't mention his own case at all. But he knew that this time, with no outsiders present, Hashimoto's words were no longer just polite formalities. Since he was genuinely discussing an important case with him, that in itself spoke volumes, and he immediately felt much more at ease.
Hashimoto abruptly changed the subject, saying, "The General Headquarters recently issued an order for the China Expeditionary Army to clear the situation within six months. Then, major resources will be redirected to other strategic directions." Hua Jianxiong keenly realized that Hashimoto was revealing the latest strategic developments of the Japanese military, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Hashimoto continued, "Currently, the Japanese and Chinese armies are locked in a stalemate on the battlefield. Although the Communist army in North and Central China is like a minor ailment, if it isn't thoroughly eradicated, it will become a major threat. The General Headquarters' policy is to use its main forces to eliminate the Communist army in North and Central China, consolidate the rear as quickly as possible, and thoroughly achieve the goal of sustaining the war through war. As for Chongqing, a balanced approach is needed, forcing them to cooperate." Hua Jianxiong knew these were his confidants' words; these were things he would never say to the 76th Division, or even to Zhou Enlai or Chairman Wang. Hashimoto continued, "However, Tokyo's recent attempts to probe Chongqing have all failed, so General Headquarters has ordered us to do everything in our power to establish communication channels with Chongqing." Hashimoto's words, delivered with such conviction, clearly indicated he considered Hua Jianxiong one of their own, which put Hua Jianxiong at ease. Hashimoto added, "This is our top priority recently. However, our operations must be kept absolutely secret; not a single word can be revealed to anyone. Otherwise, if information leaks out and the Communists cause further disruption, even if Chongqing is willing to make peace, it will be powerless to do so."
Hua Jianxiong nodded without speaking, silently pondering Hashimoto's sudden outburst. Although the specific details of the case he had mentioned were still unclear, Hua Jianxiong knew the Japanese hadn't suspected him, which gave him confidence. His only concern was that Hashimoto's explanation was definitely related to that case, meaning it involved people in Chongqing. But he couldn't worry about that now. He thought to himself, "Why not go all the way? I might as well hide under the Japanese protection for a few days and wait and see what tricks that old fox Ding Mocun is up to."
At noon, Commander Hashimoto personally hosted a banquet to welcome Hua Jianxiong and calm his nerves. During the meal, he introduced Hua Jianxiong to the newly appointed military police captain, Fujii Masao. After the meal, Fujiwara Kaori accompanied Hua Jianxiong to the military police office with Fujii. Fujii clearly knew Hua Jianxiong's identity perfectly well and was somewhat aware of what had happened at No. 76. He patted Hua Jianxiong on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Hua-kun. My worries are bigger than yours." Seeing Fujii's candid manner only fueled Hua Jianxiong's curiosity. Fujii seemed like a formidable character, unlike Takeda, who was just a brute. He wondered what kind of case was causing him such trouble. When Hua Jianxiong inquired about the case, Fujii shook his head and said, "The case isn't actually complicated, but it's difficult to handle. We're hesitant to act, fearing the consequences! That's why I need your guidance, Mr. Hua!" Hua Jianxiong curiously asked what kind of case it was. He replied, "It's a spy network from Chongqing." He then invited Hua Jianxiong to go with him to the interrogation room. Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat; it was exactly as he had expected. He followed Fujii, pondering, whose people were they? The Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) or the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Juntong)? How could they have so carelessly fallen into the hands of the Japanese? Regardless of who it was, his own situation was precarious, and without orders from his superiors, he could only play it by ear and prioritize self-preservation.
Fujii led Hua Jianxiong to interrogation room number 3 on the basement. Pushing open the door, a horrifying scream rang out. Not far from the door stood a frame, on which a woman, not yet 30, was hanging in a V-shape. The woman's cheongsam was tattered, especially the back, which was completely torn open, and her underwear had been pulled down, revealing her white buttocks. A shirtless Japanese military policeman wearing a combat cap held a dark object poking into the woman's buttocks, while his other hand held a large hammer. Hua Jianxiong saw that the dark object was a thick wooden stake, clearly inserted into the woman's anus. Another military policeman was grabbing the woman's hair, loudly interrogating her. He pressed her for answers, but she wouldn't confess; the hammer he held high immediately slammed down on the wooden stake. With a loud thud, blood splattered, and the woman screamed, "Ah...ya...ah...ya!" Hua Jianxiong knew that her anus was not only completely torn, but countless small splinters were embedded in the surrounding flesh; her pain was indescribable. The military policeman would strike her every two questions, staining half of the woman's buttocks and the back of her cheongsam red.
On the other side of the interrogation room, another woman was half-naked and bound to a tiger bench. This woman was very young; from her bare upper body, one could see she was slender, her smooth breasts like two inverted small bowls, delicate and firm. She had short, ear-length hair and wore loose black silk trousers. Judging from her attire and age, she appeared to be a student. Three bricks had been added beneath her legs, and two short, muscular Japanese men were clamping her small breasts with cold, hard nipple clamps. They slowly tightened the clamps, and her breasts began to turn purplish-red. The woman, who had been hanging her head, looked up and cried out in pain.
Standing behind Hua Jianxiong, Fujiwara Kaori's breathing quickened, her high breasts intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his back. Hua Jianxiong whispered to Fujii, "Have you figured out their identities?" Fujii nodded and said, "They're from the Military Intelligence Bureau." Hua Jianxiong was startled and quickly asked, "How did you catch them?" Fujii mysteriously whispered in his ear, "Internal intelligence." Then he pointed to the woman hanging by the door and said, "This woman is an employee of Datong Bank, and that one over there is a student, a third-year student in the English Department of Hardoon College." Hua Jianxiong began to feel uneasy. He knew about the Military Intelligence Bureau's intelligence network in Shanghai, but after carefully looking at the two women, he really didn't recognize them. Who were they? Fujii turned and led them out the door, while whispering, "This was a complete intelligence network, five men and four women in total, all of whom we caught in one fell swoop."
As he spoke, he opened the door to interrogation room number 5 next door. Unlike the bloody atmosphere of room number 3, a pungent, erotic smell rushed out here. Facing them was a square torture bench, on which a naked woman was half-crouching and half-kneeling. Her figure was as slender as the female student from before, her breasts flattened by the bench, and she didn't look very old. The woman knelt on the ground with her legs wide apart. A thug stood between her legs, grabbing one of her small breasts with one hand, and crouching down to insert a thick, black penis into her body, thrusting in and out with a "plop plop" sound. Another thug was in front of the torture bench, holding her hair, and shoving his penis into her mouth, groaning as he thrust it in. Judging from the large patches of sticky filth under the torture bench, this woman had been subjected to sexual assault for quite some time.
Fujii frowned and said, "This woman is a core member of the intelligence network. The radio transmitter was found in her possession." Fujiwara Kaori seemed to lose control a little, instinctively grabbing Hua Jianxiong's hand and whispering in his ear, "Jianxiong-kun... I really wish it were the two of us!" Hua Jianxiong seemed not to hear her words. His heart pounded uncontrollably, his eyes fixed on the naked woman before him, at her mercy. Although her face was severely distorted from the brutal pulling of her hair, the shoving of a thick penis into her mouth, and the agonizing torture, Hua Jianxiong knew without a doubt: he had seen this face before! No, he recognized it! More than just recognized it, his blood ran cold: the little woman kneeling on the ground being brutally violated was none other than Xiao Hong's maid, Amei!

(82)
Hua Jianxiong was unaware of the details of Xiao Hong's intelligence network and never cared. He only contacted Xiao Hong herself and knew only her maid Amei, her driver Xiao Ma, and her doorman Lao Gan. And now, kneeling before the Japanese soldier, was Amei. "That's right, absolutely no mistake!" Hua Jianxiong's heart pounded. "Five men and four women, all caught in one fell swoop," Fujii's words echoed in his ears. So the fourth woman was Xiao Hong! Thinking of this, Hua Jianxiong's head buzzed and he couldn't hear anything anymore. It was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly, one wave after another. Like a lifeless wooden puppet, he mechanically followed Fujii to the adjacent interrogation room number 7, where Xiao Ma and Lao Gan were being tortured. When they entered the next interrogation room, his head was almost completely numb; he remembered nothing of what happened there. The only thought in his mind was: Where is Xiao Hong? Is she really all gone?
Hua Jianxiong silently followed Fujii down another floor, to the second basement level. Compared to the hustle and bustle of the first floor, the silence here was terrifying. Two fully armed Japanese soldiers, bayonets fixed, stood before a small iron door at the end of the corridor. They stood at attention and saluted Fujii, who pulled out a key and personally opened the heavy iron door. The room was warm and dark, without lights. A large stove in the corner burned fiercely, its flickering light casting an eerie glow. The room was small. Against the wall, a slender woman in a crimson cheongsam knelt on the floor, her hands cuffed and suspended from iron rings on the wall. Her head was bowed low, her thick, long hair obscuring her face. But that didn't matter anymore. The familiar figure, the familiar breath, the familiar scent—Hua Jianxiong knew without looking that it was Xiao Hong. He felt as if struck by lightning, his vision blurring. Despite having mentally prepared himself, seeing Xiao Hong actually in the hands of the Japanese still plunged him into despair. Hua Jianxiong felt his legs go weak, his vision blurred, and he almost lost control. So much had happened in that day, so many perilous events. His heart pounded as if it would leap out of his chest, and fine beads of sweat involuntarily seeped from his nose. He felt dizzy, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, and he was on the verge of collapse.
Fujii pulled Xiao Hong's drooping head and said to Hua Jianxiong, "This is Miss Xiao Hong, the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai intelligence network and a reporter for the Dae Dong-A Daily. She's a great beauty!" Xiao Hong looked up and saw Hua Jianxiong, then lowered her eyes expressionlessly. Hua Jianxiong desperately suppressed the tide of fear surging through his heart and forced himself to calmly examine Xiao Hong. She was neatly dressed, showing no signs of torture, except for the wrinkles on the chest of her cheongsam. Hua Jianxiong thought to himself, "A woman as beautiful as Xiao Hong can't have any illusions in a place like this." The question now was, could he possibly survive this ordeal? Just then, he heard Fujii say gently to Xiao Hong, "Miss Xiao, please think it over carefully. Cooperating with our Great Japanese Empire will benefit both you and your country." He then gestured to Hua Jianxiong, and the three of them left the cell together.
Hua Jianxiong followed Fujii in a daze, nervously pondering their current situation. Could it be that bastard brought back from Changchun who implicated Xiao Hong and the others? It didn't seem likely; otherwise, they should have been arrested by the 76th Division, not the Military Police Headquarters. Fujii said it was inside intelligence; if that were true, then he too might be exposed. Had the Japanese been putting on an act all along? He broke out in a cold sweat at his own speculation. He suddenly felt uncertain about his current situation; he couldn't gauge the extent of the danger before him, and his body began to feel hot again. He kept telling himself: Calm down! You must stay calm! Don't sell yourself out in a muddle. He carefully recalled every word he had heard since arriving at the Military Police Headquarters, but still had no clue. He understood that the most important thing now was to find out exactly how much the Japanese knew, in order to decide how to proceed with the next act. He gritted his teeth and asked casually, "How did you get the clue?" Fujii walked forward silently without saying a word, and Hua Jianxiong followed nervously behind, desperately trying to suppress his pounding heart.
After entering the office and closing the door, Fujii finally spoke: "I don't know much detail either. The clue was provided by the Special Higher Police. I only know that one of their informants in Chongqing obtained the intelligence through a special channel. I heard it's related to the recent assassination of the Nanjing ambassador negotiating the establishment of diplomatic relations in Xinjing. The identity of a top-secret intelligence agent from the Mei Agency was exposed. They investigated the leak through their informant and found this intelligence network. The entire list was provided by the Special Higher Police."
Fujii's words stunned Hua Jianxiong. He never dreamed that Xiao Hong was exposed because of Kitajima Shizuka's death, and that it was an internal leak. He had been handling the ambassador's assassination case from beginning to end; in other words, he had been involuntarily drawn into the case. Theoretically, he didn't know Kitajima's true identity, and that he was only acting on Commander Hashimoto's orders. Hashimoto's involvement in the case might be related to this, simply to control the number of people in the know. The problem was, how was Kitajima's true identity exposed? Did some idiot at headquarters accidentally let slip information? This was practically playing with the lives of frontline intelligence agents! The worst part was that he'd been in Changchun for days, hadn't heard a thing, and hadn't expected this problem to arise. He'd unknowingly stepped into a quagmire, caught completely off guard. Thinking of this, he shuddered and instinctively glanced quickly at Fujiwara Kaori. Kaori was looking at him. She winked at him knowingly.
Fujii, oblivious to Hua Jianxiong's expression, continued, "I said this case was tricky because we were ordered to find out how Xiao Hong obtained such top-secret information; but strangely, Commander Hashimoto strictly forbade the use of torture on Xiao Hong. This makes things difficult! So we had to start from the outside, hoping to find a loophole with Xiao Hong's people, or use them to intimidate her and force her to talk."
Hua Jianxiong suddenly understood. He now realized the reason behind the long list of headquarters instructions Hashimoto had told him—they had other plans regarding Xiao Hong. This made Hua Jianxiong slightly relieved; perhaps the Japanese informant hadn't actually implicated him. But he dared not hope that Xiao Hong could escape the clutches of Japanese sexual abuse. He knew the Japanese too well. But what he cared about most now wasn't that; what terrified him most was that the Japanese had actually sensed the scent from Kitajima Shizuka's death—this posed a huge threat to him. Who was this mysterious Japanese informant? Anyone who knew such top-secret intelligence and could reveal Xiao Hong's spy network was no ordinary person. He had absolutely no idea whether his own identity had been exposed. A series of questions left him dizzy and confused. But he was very clear that Fujii was merely an executor and didn't know the whole story. His immediate priority was to thoroughly understand his situation. Under the current circumstances, it seemed the only way to do this was to take a risk.
Just as he was racking his brains over his next move, Fujii said to him, "Mr. Hua is Commander Hashimoto's most trusted man, has deep ties to the Military Intelligence Bureau, and participated in the investigation of the ambassador's assassination attempt. He is the best person to help us solve this case." Hua Jianxiong hesitated for a moment, then quickly and vaguely nodded in agreement. Seeing him nod, Fujii then asked, "What are your thoughts on this case, Mr. Hua?" In that instant, Hua Jianxiong made his decision. He frowned and replied, "I want to review all the case files." Fujii hesitated for a moment and said, "The detailed case files are all in the Special Higher Police. Reviewing them requires Commander Hashimoto's personal approval." Hua Jianxiong decisively turned to Fujiwara Kaori and said, "Then please trouble Miss Kaori to give Commander Hashimoto a report."
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-17 09:59

(Chapter 83)

As darkness fell, Hua Jianxiong returned to his apartment, utterly exhausted. Before leaving the military police headquarters, Fujiwara Kaori had pestered him to come back with him, but he had firmly refused. Today was the darkest day of his life. In just one day, he had suffered unimaginable blows, almost facing certain death. His two closest and most capable women were both imprisoned, their fates unknown. He felt as if he were standing on a mountaintop in a thick fog, unsure whether taking a step forward would lead to an abyss or a trap. He was so nervous he was on the verge of collapse; he had no energy left to deal with this Japanese woman. He needed to calm down and think things through. Besides, he knew he would be very busy tonight and would have no energy to vent his frustrations on Fujiwara Kaori.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered his apartment, there was a timid knock on the door. Upon opening the door, as expected, it was Wu Sibao, carrying two bottles of wine and a large bag of cooked meat from Wufangzhai. Wu Sibao's face immediately turned red to his neck upon seeing Hua Jianxiong. Hua Jianxiong calmly stepped aside to let him in. As soon as the door closed, Wu Sibao's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground, saying to Hua Jianxiong in a tearful voice, "Chief, I'm a complete idiot! I've let you down..." He then raised an eyebrow to slap himself. Hua Jianxiong patted him on the shoulder magnanimously and said, "Stop talking nonsense. The fact that you came to see me today proves I didn't misjudge you." Hearing Hua Jianxiong's tone, Wu Sibao immediately smiled, spread out the cooked meat, and said while biting open the bottle cap with his teeth, "Your subordinate is here today to apologize to the director. You can beat or punish me as you please." Hua Jianxiong was eager to know about Liu Mei's situation, but deliberately held back and asked calmly, "Where did you go today?" Wu Sibao said loudly, "It's all that damn Li Ziwu's doing. As soon as he arrived this morning, he called us all to his office, saying he was going to discuss Zhou Xueping's case. He didn't let us out until noon. What a load of crap! She's been tortured and hasn't confessed a single word. Even if we study her for three more days, she still won't talk." Hua Jianxiong thought to himself, "Sure enough, Li Ziwu is involved." He remained calm, knowing that Wu Sibao would spill everything.

Wu Sibao continued, "I think it was all Li Ziwu's doing, instigating Director Ding. Zhou Xueping has been spending the nights in the male prison cells of Zone B these past few days..." Hua Jianxiong paused, interrupting him, "What? Zhou Xueping has been spending the nights in the male prison cells of Zone B?" Wu Sibao nodded, "It was Director Ding's order, a war of attrition, to give Zhou Xueping no chance to catch her breath. Those murderers in the prison are really ruthless; that little Zhou girl's vagina and anus were practically ravaged in the cell. She probably hasn't slept a wink these past few nights. But she's really resilient, enduring this relentless torture day and night without saying a word." Hua Jianxiong suddenly felt his blood rush to his head, filled with indignation. This beautiful female Communist, whom he hadn't even touched, had been thoroughly violated by these lewd criminals. Seeing Hua Jianxiong's pale face, Wu Sibao seemed at a loss. Hua Jianxiong raised his glass and said, "Go on." Wu Sibao also downed his glass, wiped his mouth, and said, "But last night, Li Ziwu called a meeting with me and Secretary Liu, saying that the Director was coming back and that we had to conduct a surprise interrogation overnight to get some results to report to you. I said that the brothers had been working non-stop these past few days and were so tired that they could barely speak. We wouldn't get any results even if we interrogated her one more night. He said that we had to do it no matter what. If we found it troublesome, we didn't have to send her to the cell after the interrogation. We could just keep her in the interrogation room and wait for you to come back to interrogate her directly. The brothers and I really had no choice but to interrogate her until midnight. We locked Zhou Xueping in the interrogation room, left two brothers to guard the door, and then we all went home."

Hua Jianxiong listened silently, his mind quickly filtering through every word Wu Sibao said, but he didn't interrupt. Wu Sibao said, "As soon as I arrived this morning, Li Ziwu immediately called me to a meeting. It was all nonsense; I knew nothing about what was happening outside. It wasn't until lunch that I heard something big had happened—Secretary Liu had been detained. They said it was a prison break. Nobody believes that!" Hua Jianxiong asked expressionlessly, "When did that happen?" Wu Sibao said, "I heard it was around 6 a.m. I'm not sure. The two brothers who were on night watch last night are nowhere to be found today. I searched all afternoon but couldn't find them. However, someone saw Secretary Liu being led out of Director Ding's office around 10 a.m., handcuffed." Hua Jianxiong's heart tightened. That was exactly the time he entered the office. It seemed his judgment was correct; Liu Mei had just been taken away when he entered Ding Mocun's office. Seeing Hua Jianxiong remain silent, Wu Sibao said, "I think it was Li Ziwu who did this. He thinks he's done something great by arresting a few Communists, so he's become arrogant and wants to compete with the director for his position. Everyone knows Secretary Liu is the director's person; framing her is framing the director." He glanced at Hua Jianxiong's face and continued, "I'm going all out today. I think Director Ding has long harbored ill intentions towards Secretary Liu, but he's always been protected by the director, so he hasn't had a chance to act. Li Ziwu framing Secretary Liu gave him the opportunity. I heard from the brothers that after Secretary Liu was detained around 6 o'clock, she was kept in the inner room of Director Ding's office. Later, around 10 o'clock, she was transferred to the special cell on the third basement level. According to the brothers who saw her downstairs, Secretary Liu's undergarments were gone; she was completely naked under her cheongsam. Everyone is saying that Director Ding took her away."

Hua Jianxiong was furious, but he held back. He wanted to know more details; he needed to understand as much as possible to make a judgment. He asked Wu Sibao frankly, "Sibao, do you think Liu Mei has acted strangely these past few days?" Seeing Hua Jianxiong speaking to him so warmly, Wu Sibao was moved to tears and said, "Chief, how could I take your task lightly! I've been paying close attention to Secretary Liu's every move these past few days. To say there's nothing suspicious wouldn't be the truth, but to say Secretary Liu is a Communist is pure nonsense!" Hua Jianxiong asked, "What suspicious things did you find?" Wu Sibao shook his head and said, "Actually, it's not really suspicious. It's just that the first night I locked Zhou Xueping up in the men's section of the B prison, she was really anxious. I heard she searched the entire 76th prison thoroughly. Later, she went to section B twice more. To say she was overly concerned is a bit much; I've never heard of Secretary Liu being so attentive to any prisoner. But to say she's suspicious is nonsense. With you not here, it's only right that she pays extra attention, and besides, you gave me instructions before you went to Changchun." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong felt a little more at ease. Seeing that he knew the situation, he comforted Wu Sibao for a few moments, drank a few more cups of wine, and then sent him away.

After Wu Sibao left, Hua Jianxiong threw the rest of his things into the trash can, took a quick shower, and went to bed. Lying in bed, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Today, neither Liu Mei nor Xiao Hong were in this bed, and even Fujiwara Kaori had been driven away by him. He felt a huge shadow of depression and loneliness looming over him.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-17 10:00

(Eighty-four)
Liu Mei was imprisoned in a special cell on the third basement floor of No. 76, her hands cuffed with cold handcuffs. The surroundings were deathly silent and dark, like being in a tomb. She lay on the narrow, cold bed, wearing only a thin cheongsam, her underwear completely stripped off. Her lower body was covered in sticky filth, especially her inner thighs and groin, which were cold and damp, making her tremble. The most unbearable thing was the foul, fishy smell in her mouth, which made her want to vomit repeatedly. Enduring the piercing pain from her lower body, she was filled with remorse. She blamed herself for being so impulsive, for foolishly walking into Li Ziwu and Ding Mocun's trap.

The meeting Li Ziwu held last night was simply a ploy to lure her in. Normally, Fan Huajianxiong would never interfere in matters personally arranged by him, and he would never summon her to a meeting. She was fully aware of all these unusual circumstances, yet she still took the risk. As a long-time underground worker, this was an unforgivable mistake.

In reality, she was desperate and grasping at straws. Ever since she devised a plan to rescue Zhou Xueping during her nighttime transfer to District B, she had been struggling with how to implement it. She knew she couldn't succeed alone; the key to Zhou Xueping's escape was to immediately re-establish contact with the organization. According to the rules of clandestine operations, in her situation—with the organization compromised and communication severed—she should have remained completely undercover, patiently waiting for someone from the organization to restore contact. But this situation was far too unique. Due to Huang Keji's betrayal, all existing connections were destroyed overnight, especially Zhou Xueping's arrest, which disrupted the organization's core. She wasn't even sure if she could re-establish her connections. The opportunity to rescue Zhou Xueping was fleeting; to seize this opportunity to save Zhou Xueping was to save herself, and the only key lay precisely in Zhou Xueping's hands. Normally, given Liu Mei's status, approaching Zhou Xueping wouldn't have been difficult. This time, however, the situation was very unusual. Wu Sibao kept a close watch on Zhou Xueping, interrogating her from morning till night with a large group of thugs, or chaining her to the male prison where she was sexually assaulted by various male criminals. Liu Mei tried several times, but couldn't even find a minute of alone time. Time ticked by, and Liu Mei was increasingly anxious. She heard that Wang Fengyan had returned, although she hadn't met her before being sent out again by Hua Jianxiong, but she could return to the office at any time. Yesterday afternoon, Liu Dazhuang called again, informing her to arrange for the reception of prisoners transferred from Changchun, and also informing her that Hua Jianxiong would be back the next day. Based on her understanding of Hua Jianxiong, she knew his interrogation methods would definitely change upon his return, making the chances of rescuing Zhou Xueping even slimmer. Before his return, she needed to at least figure out how to contact the organization, otherwise, there might truly be no chance at all. In her desperation, she even considered forcibly taking Zhou Xueping out to interrogate her herself. But reason told her that was far too risky. She had sensed Wu Sibao's suspicious attitude towards her several times, and his behavior these past few days had been unusual. But she overlooked a crucial point: behind Wu Sibao, there was an even more insidious enemy lurking, watching her. Just then, she received news that Zhou Xueping would be spending the night in the interrogation room. This news came at the perfect time, like a thirsty person in the desert suddenly finding a cup of water, blinding her to all the risks, and she truly fell into the enemy's trap. She had been doing underground work for a long time; making such a foolish, desperate mistake was utterly absurd.

Last night, Liu Mei worried about Zhou Xueping in the interrogation room, repeatedly planning the details of her rendezvous with her, barely sleeping a wink. She got up extremely early, arriving at the small interrogation room at 6 a.m. As she expected, no one had come to work yet. She checked the records; Zhou Xueping had indeed been detained in the interrogation room last night. Everything seemed perfect. The corridor was quiet and silent. She went straight to the interrogation room, where two young guards were dozing. They looked surprised when she entered. She easily dismissed them. Zhou Xueping knelt naked and dazed against the wall, her hands cuffed high in a large iron ring. Her head hung low, her body covered in torture wounds, her appearance heartbreakingly haggard.

Liu Mei carefully listened to the surrounding sounds and then thoroughly surveyed the interrogation room, confirming there was nothing suspicious before approaching Zhou Xueping. Even so, she dared not be careless. She gently lifted Zhou Xueping's face and, following the plan she had devised the night before, deliberately spoke in a stern tone: "Zhou Xueping..." Zhou Xueping trembled, her kneeling legs instinctively clamping together. Liu Mei felt a pang of sorrow, knowing this was a physiological reflex formed after days of brutal torture and countless acts of humiliation. Forgetting to sigh, she emphasized, "Zhou Xueping!" She believed that as long as Zhou Xueping opened her eyes and saw her, she would find a way to make her understand. Zhou Xueping struggled to lift her eyelids, then immediately closed them again. She was exhausted, five consecutive days of intense interrogation, five consecutive nights of relentless torture. She heard that the night before last, she had fallen asleep in the men's cell of Block B with three penises inserted into her vagina, anus, and mouth simultaneously. Looking at her once goddess-like, pure and beautiful face, now pale and swollen, Liu Mei's heart ached. Hardening her heart, she shook Zhou Xueping's head and said loudly, "Why are you doing this? It would have been better if you had confessed earlier!"

Zhou Xueping finally reacted; her long eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes. When she saw Liu Mei, her eyes lit up. Liu Mei knew she recognized her. A thousand words were now superfluous; she used her eyes to signal that she needed help. Zhou Xueping seemed to have been injected with a stimulant, her eyes shining brightly. She immediately understood the meaning in Liu Mei's eyes. These past few days, she had been constantly worried about Feng. All contact with the organization had been severed. She had noticed Liu Mei's repeated attempts to approach her alone had failed, and she, too, was frantic with worry. Now, finally, there was an opportunity. She knew her time was running out, but Feng was a thorn in the side of the enemy, and she had to protect her with everything she had. Her chapped lips moved with difficulty, and she slowly and clearly uttered the address she had silently recited a thousand times. But just as she finished speaking, Liu Mei suddenly shouted, "Why don't you confess now? If you don't, all of you sisters will die without a burial place!" She was startled. Her long experience in underground work immediately told her that something unexpected had happened. She stopped speaking instantly, lowered her head as if nothing had occurred, and her heart leaped into her chest. Sure enough, the door to the interrogation room was flung open, and Li Ziwu led a large group of agents in, surrounding them.

Liu Mei had sensed the danger the moment Zhou Xueping spoke. Perhaps it was the vigilance honed from years of underground work, but even after thoroughly searching the room, she dared not let her guard down. While speaking with Zhou Xueping, she remained alertly observing her surroundings. Suddenly, she sensed something was amiss. She strained to pinpoint it and realized it was a very low, almost imperceptible buzzing sound. The word "eavesdropping" immediately flashed through her mind! She instantly understood that someone had set a trap, and without hesitation, she loudly interrupted Zhou Xueping.

Li Ziwu, accompanied by five of his most trusted agents, surrounded Liu Mei. Each of them had bloodshot eyes, clearly having kept watch all night. Two agents grabbed Liu Mei's hands and twisted them behind her back. Li Ziwu walked up to her, grabbed her hair, and his foul-smelling breath almost touched her nose. He said smugly, "It really is you, Feng!" Liu Mei struggled desperately, shouting, "Li Ziwu, how dare you! Who gave you permission to be violent in the chief's interrogation room?" Li Ziwu chuckled coldly, "Secretary Liu, stop pretending. I've been waiting for you! You were meeting with a wanted Communist criminal, and I caught you red-handed. Now no one can protect you! Take her away!" Ignoring Liu Mei's struggles, the agents forcibly dragged her out of the interrogation room and shoved her into Ding Mocun's office.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-17 10:03

(Eighty-five)

Ding Mocun sat upright at his desk, smoking expressionlessly. Seeing Liu Mei being brought in, he immediately smiled and said, "Secretary Liu, please have a seat!" He then had a chair brought over. Liu Mei, her hands cuffed behind her back, sat down without ceremony. She nervously assessed the situation. Undoubtedly, this was a trap set by Li Ziwu and Ding Mocun. But what was their purpose? Had they truly discovered her true identity? On the way here, she quickly recalled the entire course of events that had occurred today, including the events of the past few days. They must have been waiting for several days; the various unusual occurrences of the past few days were clearly part of their scheme. But apart from the fact that she entered the interrogation room so early today, which could be considered a flaw, she hadn't given them any leverage. She decided to find a way to gain the upper hand. She looked up and stared into Ding Mocun's eyes, saying, "Director Ding, I believe this is a misunderstanding. Tell them to open it for me immediately. I can overlook it; otherwise, it won't look good for anyone when Jianxiong returns." Ding Mocun chuckled, "Secretary Liu, someone reported long ago that you are the Communist spy Feng. I've always protected you, but today..." He shook his head hypocritically, "Deputy Director Li caught you meeting with a major Communist criminal on the spot. How can I speak up for you?" Liu Mei puffed out her chest and said, "Li Ziwu is slandering me! He has ulterior motives! Director Ding, don't fall for his tricks!" Li Ziwu smiled sinisterly and said, "Secretary Liu, I saw through you long ago. You are Feng!" "Still trying to deny it? Why aren't you snuggled up in your warm bed this morning? What are you doing here chatting with Zhou Xueping? Have you been longing for a beating because you haven't had a man to hug lately? I think you'd better be smart and confess everything. Director Ding will spare your life." Liu Mei's face flushed red as she glared at Li Ziwu and yelled, "You bastard, how dare you!" A sharp slap rang out as Li Ziwu delivered a heavy blow to Liu Mei's face. "You bitch, you're still being stubborn! See how I deal with you!" A bright red handprint immediately appeared on Liu Mei's fair face. Her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

Li Ziwu grabbed Liu Mei's hair, about to continue his outburst, when a spy entered and whispered something in his ear. Li Ziwu angrily lowered his hand and quickly changed his expression, whispering something to Ding Mocun. Ding Mocun nodded, and Li Ziwu glared at Liu Mei before turning and leaving. At this moment, the outside became bustling with people coming and going. Ding Mocun closed the door and said to the several agents inside, "Please ask Secretary Liu to come inside." The agents pulled Liu Mei up and, ignoring her struggles, pushed her into the inner room. Ding Mocun sent the agents away and closed the door to the inner room. He pressed Liu Mei down into a chair, sat opposite her, and his oily face immediately gleamed. He stared lustfully at Liu Mei's fair neck and large breasts exposed beneath her collar, which had been torn open by the agents, swallowing greedily. Liu Mei desperately suppressed the nausea rising in her chest, straightened her body, leaned back in her chair, and said tearfully, "Director Ding, you must stand up for me!" Ding Mocun seemed not to hear what Liu Mei said, smiled and shook his head, brazenly reaching out to touch her half-reddened cheek and said affectionately, "Liu Mei, you are so young, beautiful, and capable. Don't be so stubborn! Look at Zhou Liping and Zhou Xueping, do you want to be made into the same situation as them? Tell me the truth, and I guarantee you'll be fine." Liu Mei cried out, "Director Ding... Li Ziwu framed me! He's lying! I'm not some Feng, I just wanted to influence Zhou Xueping." Ding Mocun shook his head, placed one hand on Liu Mei's thigh, and said, "If you don't tell me the truth, I can't save you." As he spoke, one large hand pressed down on Liu Mei's shoulder, while the other hand brazenly lifted the hem of her cheongsam and groped up her thigh.

Liu Mei shuddered, stopped sobbing, and her face gradually regained its usual coldness. She twisted her body, tightly clamped her legs together, and moved back slightly, calmly saying, "Director Ding, I don't understand what you mean." Ding Mochun grabbed Liu Mei's shoulder forcefully, preventing her from escaping, and said breathlessly, "Then let me make you understand..." Seeing Liu Mei desperately twisting and struggling, he suddenly stood up, his hand on her shoulder moving to her back, his thick arm encircling Liu Mei's neck, lowering his head to press his lips to hers, his chest pressing tightly against her high breasts, rubbing back and forth. At the same time, his large hand slid unabashedly into the base of her thighs, rubbing forcefully through her thin underwear. The thin, smooth fabric of the underwear rustled against her pubic hair under the vigorous rubbing, and Liu Mei was overwhelmed with shame and indignation, struggling desperately. Squeezed into the sturdy chair, her hands cuffed behind her back, she was powerless to resist. She could only twist and turn, desperately crying out, "Director Ding, show some respect..." Ding Mochun completely ignored her cries, his foul mouth opening wide to cover her cherry-like lips. Liu Mei whimpered and writhed, struggling until they both tumbled to the ground with a thud. Completely disregarding his status, Ding Mochun flipped over, pinning Liu Mei down, and grabbed her full breasts, kneading them. Liu Mei thrashed about like a fish out of water, but faced with the lustful Ding Mochun, she was completely outmatched. After a few struggles, she could only gasp for breath. Ding Mochun triumphantly pressed down on Liu Mei's warm body, his other hand, inserted between her thighs, slipping under her smooth, flat stomach and down her underwear. While groping her, he panted and muttered, "Liu Mei, I've wanted you for more than just a day. If you behave, even if you're Feng, with me here, they can't do anything to you!" Liu Mei's hands were pinned to the ground, and she could only desperately squeeze her thighs together, her chest heaving violently, her face flushed red. That withered hand brazenly groped downwards, the foul breath blowing on Liu Mei's face growing heavier and more rapid. Just as the rough, hard fingers touched Liu Mei's pubic hair, her legs suddenly arched upwards, and Ding Mocun let out a howl and fell to the floor.

Liu Mei flipped Ding Mocun over, struggling to curl up, and was about to sit up when a strong, large hand pressed down on her shoulder. Before she could struggle, two thick, strong hands grabbed her arms and lifted her up, shoving her violently. She lost her balance and stumbled onto a large bed against the wall. A man followed her closely to the bedside; it was Li Ziwu. He reached out and pressed Liu Mei, who was struggling to get up, firmly back onto the bed. Liu Mei's arms ached from being twisted; the handcuffs on her hands loosened and then tightened again, her arms twisting and turning like noodles. When the large, iron-like hands that had been gripping her finally released their hold, she found herself handcuffed to the headboard. Ding Mocun, who had already stood up, was also dumbfounded. He knew Li Ziwu was a field operative, but he hadn't expected him to be so quick. Before he could even see what was happening, Li Ziwu had already handcuffed Liu Mei to the bed. Li Ziwu smugly dusted off his clothes, ignoring Liu Mei who was rolling around on the bed cursing angrily. He respectfully called Ding Mocun to the door and whispered, "Director, the recording is ready. Would you like to listen to it together?" Ding Mocun, his eyes bloodshot and burning with lust, glanced into the room, then shook his head, panting, and said, "Just listen. Tell me what's going on later." Li Ziwu nodded obediently and hurriedly turned and left.

(86)

Ding Mocun hurriedly turned back to the inner room, impatiently pressing down on Liu Mei, who was struggling on the bed. He grabbed her heaving breasts and squeezed them hard, saying, "Didn't you want evidence? I've got it right away! You'd better listen to me obediently; no one else can save you!" With that, he hurriedly lifted Liu Mei's cheongsam. Her full thighs and pure white panties were exposed. Liu Mei screamed, "No...no...let me go!" Ding Mocun said, "Scream all you want, this room is soundproof, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out! You'd better save yourself!" As he spoke, he pulled the cheongsam over Liu Mei's waist and tried to lift it over her head. But the well-fitting cheongsam was constricted by Liu Mei's high breasts, and he frantically tried several times but couldn't get it up. Ding Mocun impatiently stepped forward, pressed down hard on her soft breasts with one hand, and pulled the cheongsam upwards with force. With a tearing sound, the cheongsam was ripped open, passing over her bulging breasts, and was completely turned over and pulled over Liu Mei's head, wrapping around her arm. Liu Mei's body, clad only in panties and a bra, was completely exposed, her long legs, round buttocks, slender waist, and snow-white breasts were all displayed in front of Ding Mocun. Ding Mochun impatiently ripped open the swollen white silk bra, his large hand roughly reaching inside to greedily grasp one of her warm, soft breasts. Liu Mei's hands were cuffed to the headboard, her body sprawled out on the bed, offering no escape. She trembled, tears welling in her eyes, pleading pitifully, "Director Ding, let me go...please..." Ding Mochun, burning with lust, was unwilling to give up. He plopped down on the bed, pressing against Liu Mei's almost naked, writhing, warm body. His hand, instead of releasing her breast, intensified its grip, his other hand grabbing the small bra and pulling it up, revealing another plump breast.

Liu Mei desperately tried to dodge, twisting and turning her body, her unrestrained, high breasts swaying wildly, but Ding Mochun quickly caught them. He grabbed one in each hand and greedily kneaded it, Liu Mei blushing crimson with shame, panting and kicking wildly. Ding Mochun seized an opportunity, spreading his large hand that was holding Liu Mei's right breast, revealing the bright red nipple. He lowered his head, opened his mouth wide, and without a word, bit the erect nipple, greedily sucking on it. Liu Mei let out a soft cry, twisting her body and moaning, "Let me go... let me go... please, Director Ding..." Ding Mochun ignored Liu Mei's pleas, his mouth making smacking sounds as he sucked. At the same time, his other large hand shifted its target, sliding down Liu Mei's lower abdomen, silently slipping into her small panties, and advancing towards the mysterious triangle. Liu Mei was at her wits' end. Her handcuffs were on the headboard, offering no real help. She could only twist and turn, squeezing her thighs together to evade Ding Mocun's clutches. But her struggles grew increasingly feeble. The intense tingling sensation in her chest made her body go weak. The large, thin hand below her, like a venomous snake, had already taken hold of her pubic area. Two tightly pressed fingers repeatedly attacked downwards, attempting to penetrate between her tightly clenched thighs. The friction between the large hand and her pubic hair felt like an electric current radiating from below throughout her body; she felt her muscles begin to disobey her commands. Those two thick, hard fingers stubbornly burrowed between her thighs, relentlessly digging into her tender flesh, inching their way into the most secret and intimate part of her body, shamelessly pushing deeper inside. Liu Mei was filled with shame and pain, her body drenched in a cold sweat. She knew she couldn't resist this lustful old lecher. She struggled for a while, her body drenched in sweat. Her finger, already halfway inside, stirred violently within the burning flesh. Panic gripped her, her body went limp, and tears streamed down her face. She helplessly surrendered.

Ding Mocun immediately sensed the change in Liu Mei's body. The moment her legs relaxed, he thrust one of his legs inside her, spreading them apart. His large, thin hand slid all the way to her warm crotch, touching the barely noticeable slit. His heart pounded. He left his middle finger inside the burning flesh, while the rest of his hand, fingers and palm, covered the tender flesh, excitedly caressing it. Liu Mei struggled with all her might, but the large hand inside her seemed to be pulling a thin rope, slowly draining her strength. Liu Mei's body went limp, unable to muster any more strength. Her head lolled to the side, and she completely gave up resisting. Liu Mei's body had stopped struggling, but she kept pleading, "No...no...Director Ding, please let me go..." "Haha, you say no, but you're all wet down there!" Ding Mochun said, pulling his fingers out of Liu Mei's vagina. With a quick flick of his hand, he firmly yet gently pulled her panties down to her feet. Then, he inserted his other leg between her legs, spreading them apart, forcing Liu Mei's naked lower body to spread her legs. The mouth that had been sucking on her nipple released its grip, and the pain and itchiness on her breasts had just subsided when Ding Mochun turned his head and brought his face close to the space between Liu Mei's spread thighs. "No...don't look..." Liu Mei blushed deeply with shame. She had known all along that this old lecher had been coveting her beauty and had tried to take advantage of her many times without success. Now that she was in his hands, her clothes stripped off, he was still so lewdly peeping at her most private parts. She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her whole body shivering, but she was completely powerless to resist. She could only endure this immense humiliation, tears streaming down her face.

The scene before her left even the well-traveled Ding Mocun speechless: thick, neatly arranged, glossy black pubic hair, beneath which a thin, red, tender slit exuded the alluring scent of a mature woman. A few drops of clear fluid lingered at the edge of the slit, making it appear utterly lewd. Ding Mocun chuckled lewdly, "Secretary Liu is not only shrewd and capable, but also quite adept at domestic matters!" Liu Mei was so ashamed she wanted to disappear, almost bursting into tears. It turned out that, knowing Hua Jianxiong was returning today, Liu Mei had made special preparations. Last night, she had thoroughly cleaned her genitals and trimmed her pubic hair while bathing. This morning, she had washed herself again, making sure her genitals were clean. She knew Hua Jianxiong would definitely want her when he returned. And sometimes, when he was in the throes of passion, he would lick her vulva; she wanted to offer herself to him, vibrant and alluring. She never dreamed such a drastic change would occur; everything she had prepared for Jianxiong had fallen into the eyes of that lecherous old man, Ding Mochun. Ding Mochun leaned down, brought his nose close to her tender flesh, and inhaled deeply twice, exclaiming with ecstasy, "Ah, so fragrant! No wonder Jianxiong can't live without you!"

Liu Mei cried. She had imagined being arrested a thousand times, being tortured, and even being raped, but never in this pathetic state. Unwittingly handcuffed to the bed, stripped naked, and at the mercy of an old lecher. But now, she had no choice in anything. Ding Mochun had already quickly stripped off his clothes, kneeling naked between Liu Mei's spread thighs, one hand supporting her round buttocks, the other holding his large penis and pressing it against her crotch. Liu Mei clearly felt the hot, large glans pressing tightly against her lower body tremble slightly like a car starting up, as if ready to surge forward at any moment. She knew that utter humiliation was imminent, and she cried and twisted like a madwoman. But in front of the man whose eyes were burning with lust, her resistance and struggle seemed so insignificant, not only completely useless, but also arousing his interest to an unparalleled degree. Ding Mocun's penis was so thick and powerful that it was disproportionate to his thin body, and the strength emanating from it did not seem to come from a withered old man. He used his large glans to forcefully part her tender labia, his hard penis pressing against the crevice between Liu Mei's legs, freeing one hand to grasp her soft, warm breasts. He ignored her struggles and thrust his hips forward with all his might. The thick penis, already in position, surged forward, the purplish-red glans disappearing into the narrow crevice in the blink of an eye, the large penis with bulging veins penetrating the wet vagina with murderous intent. Liu Mei screamed. Actually, she didn't feel much physical pain; she was no longer a virgin, and the feeling of a man's penis penetrating her was even somewhat familiar. But her heart felt like it had been branded with a red-hot iron, both painful and suffocating, while her body trembled.

Ding Mocun's excitement reached its peak; the comfortable and fulfilling feeling of his large penis enveloping her warm, fleshy opening was indescribable. He paused to savor the tenderness of her nipples between his fingers and the strange tension in the thick walls of her vagina around his penis. He knew instinctively that his large penis was fully inserted, reaching her cervix. In other words, he had conquered her. He never imagined that this beauty, whom he had slept with countless times in his dreams, would so easily fall beneath him. He slowly pulled his penis, which was already halfway in, out. Liu Mei cried out in terror, "No...please..." Before she could finish speaking, Ding Mocun lowered his body and thrust it in again with a "plop." The folds of her tight flesh rubbed against her sensitive glans, making his heart pound with pleasure. He didn't care about anything else, sticking his buttocks out and thrusting wildly and forcefully. With the slapping sounds of naked flesh colliding, Liu Mei's tense body gradually softened, and her physical defenses completely collapsed. What terrified Liu Mei even more was that the violent thrusting of his penis was gradually arousing the desire she had suppressed for many days. An inexplicable impulse began to quietly control her body. She realized that she was unconsciously twisting her hips and squeezing her legs in rhythm with Ding Mocun's thrusts. She was suddenly startled and desperately suppressed her pounding heart. Looking at this thin man panting and writhing on top of her, a feeling of nausea welled up from the bottom of her heart. Liu Mei's body stiffened instantly, like a lifeless corpse, passively enduring all the humiliation imposed upon her. Ding Mocun seemed oblivious to all this, continuing his relentless thrusting, sweating profusely. The frenzied thrusting quickly brought him to the peak of his pleasure; with a pounding heart and his penis throbbing with electric-like ecstasy, he unleashed an unstoppable, utter climax.

Liu Mei lay stiffly on the bed, her eyes tightly shut, thinking she had just had a nightmare, like many others before. In her dazed state, she clung to the hope that when she opened her eyes, she would still be safely in her apartment, in her bed. The most embarrassing thing was that her lower body was soaked, but no one had seen; she could simply change and everything would be over. It wasn't until she heard the careful sound of high heels that she snapped back to reality. All her hopes were shattered. The aching wrists handcuffed to the headboard and the cold, sticky discharge from her lower body told her that everything that had just happened was a cruel reality. Ding Mocun was no longer in bed, and she was horrified to find a woman walking towards her. She felt as if she had fallen into an icy abyss, her mind blank. She had been raped in the office of No. 76, and now she was naked and handcuffed to the bed. This horrific scene was irrevocably displayed before others, and by a woman no less. She wished she could disappear into a crack in the floor, but even if there were, she would be helpless. The throbbing pain in her wrists from the earlier pulling told her she was tightly handcuffed to the bed, unable to go anywhere. She painfully closed her eyes, lying miserably on the bed, motionless, not even closing her wide-spread, filthy thighs. Footsteps stopped at the bedside, and a woman approached her, a soft little hand gently resting on her legs. A wad of soft toilet paper wiped her wretched lower body, making a soft swishing sound. The shameful, sticky white fluid between her thighs was wiped away, and the toilet paper began to clean her wet pubic hair. She even felt the little hand gently combing through the tangled pubic hair, which made her feel even more ashamed. She stole a glance and saw that the woman standing in front of the bed was Pingru, and her heart trembled. She was a mysterious woman, looked down upon by everyone, considered nothing more than a sex machine for Dingmo Village. Now, lying here so shamefully being cleaned up by her, she wished she could just die immediately. Pingru seemed indifferent to everything before her. She silently cleaned Liu Mei's lower body and even considerately put her bra back on. Throughout the entire cleaning process, she didn't seem to even glance at Liu Mei, as if she didn't know her at all. After cleaning her up, she expressionlessly stood up and left as lightly as she had come.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-17 10:05

(Eighty-seven)
Liu Mei felt endless sorrow, but her mind was blank. Had she been exposed like this? No! She was certain she hadn't left any important evidence for the enemy. Then why did they arrest her? Just because she had entered Zhou Xueping's interrogation room this morning? And Li Ziwu's audacity, Ding Mocun's greed… what was the reason? Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind: Had something happened to Hua Jianxiong?

A series of heavy footsteps interrupted her jumbled thoughts. She suddenly realized she was now stripped naked, handcuffed to the headboard, and at their mercy. Her heart pounded again, and her body instinctively curled into a ball. A man came to the bedside and stood beside her. From the heavy breathing so close, Liu Mei knew without looking that it was the lecherous old man, Ding Mochun. "Are they going to take me to the interrogation room? Will I never even see Jianxiong again? Am I going to suffer inhuman torture like Zhou Xueping and Zhou Liping?" Liu Mei heard her heart pounding nervously.

To Liu Mei's surprise, Ding Mochun didn't move her. Instead, he sat down on the bed close to her. He reached out his thin, bony hand, turned her shoulders, and lewdly caressed her bare, flat, soft, and delicate abdomen, breathing heavily but remaining silent. Liu Mei turned her head away from him, but she could clearly feel his hawk-like eyes greedily staring at her freshly cleaned and exposed lower body, and her heart trembled. After an awkward silence, Ding Mochun leaned close to her ear and shamelessly said, "Li Ziwu recorded your meeting with Zhou Xueping, and Zhou Xueping confessed. You're still not cooperating with me; I'm afraid you're beyond saving."

Liu Mei felt goosebumps all over from Ding Mochun's touch, but she sneered inwardly. It seemed they really hadn't obtained any real evidence, so they could only resort to such despicable tricks to test her. They couldn't find any evidence against what she had said in the interrogation room. As for Zhou Xueping confessing, that was even more of a fantasy. So many days of inhumane torture hadn't pried her mouth open; how could she betray her so easily? Liu Mei whirled around, gritting her teeth and saying each word clearly, "Li Ziwu is talking nonsense! Ding Zhuren, let me go!"
Seeing Liu Mei's unwavering stance, Ding Mocun knew his threats had no effect, and his face immediately showed impatience. He had initially thought this was a sure thing, a sure hit. Li Ziwu had secretly told him several times that Liu Mei was the Communist spy "Feng." He understood that Li Ziwu and Hua Jianxiong were irreconcilable enemies, and he wanted to use his influence to frame Liu Mei and bring down Hua Jianxiong. He hadn't said anything then, just chuckled and brushed it off. Hua Jianxiong was a favorite of Boss Zhou and had strong connections with the Japanese; naturally, he didn't want to be Li Ziwu's shield. But deep down, he hoped he could make something of Liu Mei. Whether she was a Communist or a Kuomintang member was irrelevant to him. The key issue was that he had long coveted this alluring young woman, but due to Hua Jianxiong's influence, he hadn't been able to find an opportunity to make his move. These past few days, with Hua Jianxiong away, Li Ziwu and he had tacitly set several traps for Liu Mei, but unexpectedly, Wu Sibao interfered, resulting in nothing. Last night, Li Ziwu asked for permission to convene a meeting with Liu Mei and Wu Sibao to arrange a night interrogation of Zhou Xueping, and he readily agreed. He knew Li Ziwu's intentions perfectly well, and of course, he was happy for it. He knew Li Ziwu had spent the night with his men guarding Building 76. In fact, he himself hadn't slept well last night, constantly imagining catching Liu Mei and taking her to bed. He even dreamt of catching Liu Mei himself, stripping her naked, binding her, and stuffing her into his bed, letting him do as he pleased, waking up excitedly several times. This morning, before dawn, he went to his office and sat there waiting for news from Li Ziwu. As fate would have it, Liu Mei, as expected, broke into the interrogation room and was caught red-handed by Li Ziwu and his men. When Li Ziwu brought Liu Mei into his office, his face remained expressionless, but inside he was overjoyed. This was a double win: he had subtly taken down the arrogant Hua Jianxiong and easily obtained the beautiful Liu Mei. Now she was in his hands, stripped naked by his own hands, and obediently handcuffed to his bed. This usually cold and aloof beauty should be at his mercy, right?

But things didn't go as smoothly as he imagined. Although he immediately and satisfyingly got Liu Mei under his control, releasing his pent-up desires inside her, he noticed in Liu Mei's eyes that this beautiful woman, whom he had been ravishing, had not been conquered after he had ravaged her. He only realized after Li Ziwu hurriedly asked him to leave that the eavesdropping hadn't yielded any substantial evidence. He had only tried to bluff her, hoping to scare her into confessing everything. As long as she was frightened and obediently listened to him, what she revealed wasn't important. But this tactic also failed. Looking at Liu Mei's eyes, he was starting to believe she was innocent.

However, there was no turning back now. Killing Liu Mei meant a complete falling out with Hua Jianxiong, and he had no other choice but to hope that Li Ziwu could extract a confession of communist sympathy from her. But that wasn't his immediate priority. This cold beauty was hard-won; he couldn't just let her go. He wasn't satisfied yet. Besides, handing her over to Li Ziwu for interrogation wouldn't take more than a day; who knew what kind of horrible state he'd create? Thinking of this, the gruesome images of Zhou Xueping and Zhou Liping after their torture flashed before his eyes. He shook his head and stood up. Liu Mei noticed him panting heavily as he pulled off the hastily draped robe he'd put on. Her mind went blank. "Heavens, this old lecher, is he going to…" Before Liu Mei could react, Ding Mocun's robe had slipped to the floor, revealing his ugly body. He bent down, grabbed Liu Mei's ankles, muttered something under his breath, and suddenly flipped her over, turning her face down on the bed. Liu Mei screamed, twisted her body a couple of times, then buried her head between her arms, no longer resisting. She knew it was useless; it would only further stimulate the old lecher's lust. She understood that all she could do now was grit her teeth and endure all the humiliation; the real test had just begun.

Ding Mocun reached out and pulled Liu Mei up by the waist, then grabbed a pillow and quickly stuffed it under her lower abdomen. Although Liu Mei struggled a few times unwillingly, her buttocks were helplessly sticking up. Ding Mocun spread her legs, pressed his penis between her bare lower body, and knelt on one knee on the bed, forcefully spreading her two smooth, white thighs apart, raising his newly erect penis and pressing it against Liu Mei's anus. He gently rubbed the head of his penis against her round, purplish-red anus, savoring the pleasure of the fine folds sliding against it. Feeling the warm, large head of his penis squeeze into her plump buttocks, pressing against the core of her anus with unbridled force, Liu Mei panicked. She had a natural fear of her anus; even Hua Jianxiong had only ever played with it with his fingers. And she had only done so to please him, enduring her own discomfort to accommodate him. Several times he had tried to penetrate her, but she had managed to coax him away. Now this lecherous old man was shamelessly trying to penetrate her anus, and she trembled with fear. She would rather endure torture than be humiliated like this, but now she had no choice; even if it meant facing a mountain of knives, she would grit her teeth and go for it. She silently bit her lip, burying her head deeply between her outstretched arms, handcuffed to the headboard.

Ding Mocun had been thinking about this little anus for quite some time. He had long coveted Liu Mei, but for some reason, every time he saw her curvaceous body, what he most wanted to possess and manipulate wasn't her high breasts, nor her alluring cleft, but rather the anus hidden deep within her round buttocks. Now, she lay naked in his hands, like a lamb to the slaughter, how could he miss the opportunity? He withdrew his large penis, which was already slightly oozing fluid, and reached out to part the two delicate, white buttocks, bringing it closer for a closer look. He saw that the small anus was clean and exquisite, its purplish-red flesh color appearing in the center of the undulating mound. Its round outline and finely textured folds made it look as tender as an innocent little flower. In the center of the flower was a tight, deep hole, which was still twitching slightly due to Liu Mei's fear, making it quite adorable. Ding Mocun brought his nose close and smelled a faint, alluring scent unique to mature women.

"You little slut!" he muttered, then smacked her white, tender buttocks with a "smack," before pressing his fingers against her round anus and rubbing it, gradually increasing the pressure. Liu Mei could no longer bear it; her shoulders heaved, and she began to sob softly. Ding Mocun rubbed her a few times, feeling a surge of fire raging within him. He suddenly grabbed Liu Mei's two slightly trembling, plump thighs and thrust his erect penis straight into the center of her anus. Liu Mei's body tensed, and she cried out, "No, Director Ding... please... don't..." Ding Mocun could no longer restrain himself. He straightened his back and thrust his body forward, his large, purplish-red glans forcefully penetrating the narrow opening with immense pressure. The round opening was forcibly widened, the fine lines spreading evenly, and the opening, originally less than the width of a chopstick, was now being squeezed in by the egg-sized glans. Liu Mei let out a muffled "ooh," and beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. She quickly bit down on the sheet, swallowing back her painful cries.

Ding Mocun thrust his hips down and pounded a few times, stopping when the entire head of his penis was inside the opening. He straightened his back slightly, took a deep breath, and with a sudden thrust, his bulging, veiny penis, like a predatory python, fiercely burrowed into the small opening. Liu Mei could no longer hold back and screamed in agony, "Ah...it hurts...it hurts..." She felt her anus being cruelly torn apart, a huge fiery dragon entering her body, burning her with unbearable pain. She wanted to struggle, but somehow, she had no strength at all. Sweat soaked her hair, and she had no way to resist except by crying out. She had personally witnessed the agents of the 76th Division inserting red-hot iron rods into the anuses and even vaginas of female prisoners during interrogations; this was probably what they felt. She couldn't imagine how they endured it.

The huge fiery dragon began to churn wildly inside her body, thrusting in and out relentlessly. Liu Mei felt as if her intestines were about to be twisted apart. Her entire lower body burned with a stinging pain. The fire burned ever brighter, her lower body felt as if it were melting, yet the pain seemed to lessen. The seemingly withered body standing behind her was like an electrified machine, relentlessly pounding her like a ram, the two naked bodies colliding making obscene "smack smack" sounds. Just as Liu Mei's mind began to drift, the raging fire inside her suddenly transformed into a scalding flood. With the large, throbbing penis deeply inserted into her rectum, a torrent of hot liquid surged irresistibly into the depths of her intestines. She let out a long, pitiful moan and collapsed onto the bed, her sweat soaking the sheets beneath her.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-17 10:07

(Eighty-eight)

The violent thrusting finally stopped, and Liu Mei clearly felt the slightly softened penis slowly withdrawing from her anus. A sharp, excruciating pain shot through her lower body, as if being stabbed with a knife; the veins on her forehead throbbed wildly. Just as Liu Mei tried to catch her breath, a new terror gripped her. The repulsive man standing behind her hadn't left; instead, he bent down and moved closer to her naked body. His heavy breathing returned to her, and his large hands began to untie her bra straps. Good heavens, that lecherous old man, Ding Mochun, wasn't satisfied yet; what new tricks was he going to play on her now? Liu Mei felt utterly hopeless. She tried to scream in terror, but before

she could, her bra, which Pingru had just straightened, was violently ripped off. Then, her body was abruptly flipped over, her two plump, full breasts swaying with the movement. Ding Mochun, naked, arched his back onto the bed, his large, veiny hands eagerly grabbing her trembling breasts. Then he lifted his leg and straddled Liu Mei's bare chest, shoving his sticky, filthy penis against her face, saying, "Little darling, open your mouth and clean it up!" The ugly, sticky thing was right in front of Liu Mei's eyes, and the pungent smell almost made her faint. She struggled to turn her face to one side, the sticky, foul-smelling liquid smearing half of her face. Ding Mochun relentlessly turned her face back, placing his wet penis on her lips, and sternly said, "Open your mouth!" Liu Mei tried to struggle, but when she tried to lift her body, she couldn't move an inch, which only brought a tearing, piercing pain to her recently ravaged anus. She had no strength left. Now she lay naked under this lecherous man's crotch, soaking wet inside and out, most of her buttocks sticky. Although her lower body had just been wiped, there was still a large amount of fluid flowing out of her vagina. Even half of her face and lips were covered in sticky fluid. She wondered how this shameless old lecher would continue to humiliate her, and how much longer she would be tormented by him in this isolated place. Thinking of this, Liu Mei suddenly deflated, all her attempts to resist vanishing in an instant. Now, all she wanted was for this nightmare to end quickly.

She gritted her teeth, held her breath, and obediently opened her lipstick-covered mouth, swallowing the stinking penis. She didn't care how unpleasant the sticky substance on that stinking flesh was; she sucked and licked with all her might, wanting only to clean it up quickly, unconsciously making smacking sounds as she licked. But things didn't go as planned. The soft, stinking flesh slowly hardened upon contact with Liu Mei's mouth and tongue. Liu Mei was so anxious she wanted to cry. She desperately felt the old man's penis swell little by little, filling her entire mouth, pressing against her throat, until her mouth ached. Liu Mei's obedience seemed to encourage the old man; he thrust his hips, forcefully pushing his penis deep into her mouth. His hands vigorously kneaded her breasts, panting and urging, "Harder...suck harder, harder! Don't slack off!" Helpless, Liu Mei could only endure the waves of nausea and suck with all her might. She suppressed her psychological humiliation and physical disgust, desperately swallowing the filth clinging to the surface of the penis and the constantly flowing sticky fluid. But the old man's penis seemed like a bottomless pit, with the foul-smelling fluid flowing endlessly. Liu Mei seemed to have lost all willpower, mechanically sucking and sucking along with the penis's in and out. She didn't know how long she sucked, until her entire mouth and tongue were numb, and most of her face was sore and numb, before the old man's large penis throbbed for the third time. A stream of foul-smelling, warm liquid rushed into her throat like a flood, choking her and almost suffocating her. She suppressed her cough and held her breath, gulping down all the sticky, dirty stuff, not daring to spill a drop. Then, she lay there motionless, her small mouth, emitting a foul stench, agape. In a daze, she remembered how arousing swallowing of Jianxiong's semen always felt when they made love. But today, all she felt was nausea, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the urge to vomit.

Finally, it was all over. Ding Mocun reluctantly pinched her plump breasts, stood up panting, looked at Liu Mei lying naked and limp like a noodle on the bed, and smiled with satisfaction. Actually, he wanted to continue to have sex with her, but he was too weak to do so. Besides, it was time for work, and Hua Jianxiong would probably be back soon. He didn't want to have a direct conflict with Hua Jianxiong over a woman, so he let Li Ziwu handle the aftermath. He looked back, and Liu Mei was still lying sprawled on the bed, sobbing. Her consciousness was completely overwhelmed by grief; she closed her eyes and slumped on the snow-white sheets, enduring the pain all over her body, especially deep in her heart. In her heart, she cried out in despair, "Jianxiong, why haven't you come back yet? Please come and save me!"

In a daze, someone came and unlocked the handcuffs, dragging Liu Mei to her feet. She opened her eyes with lingering fear, only to see two of Li Ziwu's underlings. She quickly lowered her head, her face instantly turning bright red with shame. Ding Mocun was nowhere to be seen. The two underlings' eyes greedily lingered on Liu Mei's naked body, staring for a long time before reluctantly pulling down the cheongsam wrapped around her arms to cover her bare skin. They twisted her hands behind her back and re-handcuffed her. The door banged open, and several more people rushed into the room. No one made a sound; everyone was breathing heavily, staring intently at Liu Mei, who stood in the center of the room with her arms tied behind her back and her head hanging low. The thin silk fabric meticulously outlined the curves of her body, her high breasts revealing two small nipples exposed against the smooth silk, no longer concealed by her bra. Her buttocks and thighs were damp with stains, creating patches of darkness and light, fueling endless speculation.
Liu Mei felt surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves, unsure of their intentions, too tense to even breathe. Finally, the woman named Pingru broke the suffocating atmosphere. With a crisp sound of high heels, she went to the bedside and silently began making the bed and changing the sheets. Liu Mei's face turned pale. She cautiously raised her head, nervously scanning her surroundings. She glimpsed five or six burly agents standing in the room, with Ding Mocun standing behind them, a satisfied look on his face, as if leisurely admiring some alluring sight. In a fleeting glance, she noticed Ding Mocun clutching something precious in his hand, touching it with obvious affection and occasionally sniffing it greedily. A sudden shock ran through her. Looking closer, she realized it was the underwear and bra he had just stripped off her. Her heart felt like it had been stabbed with a needle; the pain almost brought her to tears. It was a set of underwear she had specially bought for Hua Jianxiong that day. Now it had become the spoils of this lecherous old man, Ding Mocun, while she was left naked, covered only by a thin layer of silk.

All the men in the room stood there as if awaiting orders. Then, a secret agent strode in and said something to Ding Mocun. Ding Mocun waved him over and said, "Take him away!" He then handed Liu Mei's underwear to Pingru. Two agents grabbed Liu Mei's arms, and a group of people escorted her out of Ding Mocun's office. Before leaving, Liu Mei vaguely heard Ding Mocun instructing someone: "Tell Li Ziwu to send someone to invite him over immediately." Liu Mei was escorted by a large group of agents towards one end of the corridor. Along the way, a few colleagues, unaware of the situation, greeted her, but were stunned by her disheveled appearance and the throng of menacing agents surrounding her. They led her downstairs, and at the top of the stairs, she heard a familiar, angry voice coming from Hua Jianxiong's office not far away. Tears immediately streamed down her face. "Jianxiong is alright, he's back." She turned to call out, but was roughly pushed and dragged down the stairs.

Liu Mei was taken to the third basement level and locked in a cold, damp special cell at the very back. This cell was at the end of the corridor, completely separated from the outside by a heavy iron door. Liu Mei knew very well that this was a completely isolated cell and interrogation room, usually empty, used only for the most secret prisoners. With a series of slamming sounds, the cell door and the corridor door slammed shut and locked, and the chaotic footsteps vanished without a trace. The dark cell fell into a deathly silence. Liu Mei's heart gradually calmed down; she could finally think things through peacefully again. Everything had happened so fast this morning, so dizzyingly fast. In the blink of an eye, she had gone from a guest of honor to a prisoner. Why? The voice of Hua Jianxiong she had heard in the corridor had given her immense comfort. Then, a question flooded her mind: Hua Jianxiong dared to arrest her, even though Li Ziwu was perfectly fine—what did that mean? She vaguely sensed the shadow of a huge conspiracy stirring within her. Perhaps she was now a victim of this conspiracy. In this short time, she had endured the most humiliating ordeal of her life. But now, that didn't matter anymore. The important thing was that her mission wasn't finished yet. Zhou Xueping was still waiting for her rescue in prison, and the information she had just obtained regarding the "establishment of diplomatic relations" between the Wang Jingwei regime and Manchukuo, as well as the intelligence that the Wang Jingwei regime was about to cooperate with the Japanese army in a "mopping-up" operation, hadn't been sent out yet. The infiltration mission assigned to her by the organization was also not yet complete. Judging from various circumstances, her true identity might not have been exposed, so she had to grit her teeth and persevere.
Time seemed to stand still. Liu Mei anxiously watched for any movement in the corridor, wondering if she would be greeted by Hua Jianxiong coming to rescue her, or by the terrifying torture. But a long time passed, and the gloomy basement was eerily quiet. No one paid any attention to her. After an unknown amount of time, a guard came in to check on her once, bringing her some prison food, and then the deathly silence returned. It must be dark outside by now, right? Did Jianxiong know that she was being held here? Would her arrest implicate him? A nameless fear rose from the depths of Liu Mei's heart. She would rather be dragged out, raped, tortured, and executed right now. She feared being silently buried in this dark, gaping grave. Jianxiong, where are you?
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-18 12:50

(Chapter 89)
Hua Jianxiong arrived at the Japanese Military Police Headquarters early in the morning, feeling somewhat uneasy about the outcome of yesterday's risky plan. Fujiwara Kaori had arrived even earlier and was already waiting for him in the office. Judging from her tired expression, she definitely hadn't slept well last night. Hua Jianxiong muttered to himself, "What was that woman up to yesterday?" Upon seeing Hua Jianxiong, Kaori immediately beamed, excitedly pulling out a document and handing it to him as if to show off her achievement. Hua Jianxiong unfolded it, his eyes lighting up, and he instantly grinned. It turned out to be a handwritten order from Commander Hashimoto, instructing the Special Higher Police to cooperate with Hua Jianxiong in investigating the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai spy network case, granting him free access to all files. Fujiwara Kaori moved closer to Hua Jianxiong, her ample breasts gently brushing against his shoulder, her fiery eyes fixed on his face. Hua Jianxiong patted her bottom approvingly, a weight lifted from his heart. It seemed his gamble had paid off; the Japanese still trusted him completely. Encouraged by Hua Jianxiong, Xiangzi was in high spirits and asked if he was going to the Special Higher Police soon, insisting on accompanying him. Hua Jianxiong, in a great mood, agreed without hesitation.
Fujiwara Xiangzi diligently accompanied Hua Jianxiong to the Special Higher Police section on the third floor of the Military Police Headquarters building. The head of the Special Higher Police section, Kawase, was an old acquaintance of Hua Jianxiong. Seeing Commander Hashimoto's warrant, he dared not neglect him and personally accompanied them to the confidential archives room, giving instructions before leaving. Xiangzi helped the petite female archivist carry all the case files related to the Xiao Hong case—a huge stack. Looking at this massive pile of documents, Hua Jianxiong's heart pounded, as if some demon lurked within. He steadied himself, sat down calmly, and began to carefully read each document. Most of the information concerned the background of Xiao Hong and other involved individuals. It seemed the Japanese were indeed very thorough in their investigations of various people in Shanghai society; they even had investigation data on the driver, Xiao Ma, and his apprentice. However, the Military Intelligence Bureau had done its homework thoroughly, leaving no loopholes for the Japanese. He patiently reviewed the background information, paying particular attention to the social connections and frequent contacts of Xiao Hong listed in the materials. Confirming there were no leads involving himself or any trace of the 76th Division, he confidently opened the next folder.
This folder was titled "The Assassination Case in Xinjing," and Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat. If he was correct, the intelligence Fujii had mentioned should be here; it was this case that had drawn the Japanese's attention to the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai intelligence network. The top-secret Japanese intelligence agent Fujii mentioned, whose identity had been exposed, should be Kitajima Shizuka. What unsettled him most was that this matter directly concerned him. However, what puzzled him was that he had only reported Kitajima Shizuka's true identity to headquarters through Xiao Hong. Judging from the intelligence processing procedures, only a very limited number of people within the organization should have known. How did the Japanese deduce that Kitajima's identity had been exposed? Furthermore, if the Japanese investigated along the channels through which Kitajima Shizuka's identity had been leaked, the prime suspect would be himself. How could Xiao Hong's entire network have been implicated while he himself remained unscathed? The answer must lie in this case file. Thinking of this, his heart pounded faster and faster.
He opened the file and nervously began to read. Halfway through, his anxiety began to ease, because after searching the entire file, he found no leaked intelligence from the organization's core leadership, the kind he feared. In reality, the intelligence the Japanese claimed came from a recent internal speech by a high-ranking official in the Chongqing government. This official mentioned the assassination of the Nanjing ambassador while addressing a group of senior military officers, emphasizing the importance of winning over members of the Wang Jingwei regime. He stated that it was a Japanese conspiracy aimed at further alienating Chongqing and Nanjing. He specifically mentioned that the female assassin, He Xiaoyue, had been identified as Japanese. He even presented her identification documents and records of her activities at school. This so-called internal speech was actually semi-public, intended for the Nanjing government and the Japanese. The presented documents also showed clear signs of fabrication. This is a typical tactic of intelligence warfare and psychological warfare, used repeatedly by both the Chongqing and Nanjing factions and the Japanese. The use of this intelligence can be considered perfectly standard, without any flaws. It served its purpose, but intentionally diverted Japanese attention, effectively protecting the intelligence source. It's understandable that this leak would attract Japanese attention, but it shouldn't have led them to uncover clues about Xiao Hong's intelligence network. However, Xiao Hong's arrest is undeniable, so how did the fire end up on her? Even more critically, since Xiao Hong was inexplicably implicated, could he, as the source of the intelligence, escape responsibility? This was a task personally assigned to him by Commander Hashimoto! The Japanese aren't fools; if Kitajima Shizuka's identity was leaked, he'd probably be the first person they thought of! Although theoretically, Hua Jianxiong shouldn't know Kitajima's identity either, who could guarantee that Xiangzi, that slut, wouldn't betray him? She's Japanese after all! Could this be a trap? A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Hua Jianxiong's forehead as he thought about this, and his mood darkened once more. He suppressed his agitation and repeatedly and carefully read every document and every line in the case file. What reassured him slightly was that there wasn't a single word mentioning the confession he had obtained from Bei Dao Jing, nor any hints or clues related to it.
Even so, the mystery in his heart remained unsolved, and the weight on his heart remained unyielding. The thought that he might be in danger made him restless. But he knew very well that he had no choice but to find a way to unravel this mystery. Otherwise, not only would he be unable to save Xiao Hong, but he himself would be in dire straits. He forced himself to calm down and think carefully about the reason for Xiao Hong's arrest.
First of all, one thing was certain: Xiao Hong's arrest because of the Bei Dao case was no coincidence. From the time he obtained Bei Dao Jing's confession and revealed her identity until now, only five or six days had passed. It's unbelievable that Xiao Hong's intelligence network was completely dismantled in just a few days. Even if the Japanese were incredibly astute, deducing the existence of a Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB) network in Shanghai based on a semi-public statement by a high-ranking Nationalist official, uncovering such a crucial network—as Fujii suggested, "wiping it out in one fell swoop"—would take at least a month just for finding clues, conducting reconnaissance, and making arrests. If that were the case, his various connections and the MIB's extensive network of informants throughout Shanghai would certainly not have gone unnoticed. It seemed there was only one possibility: the Japanese had indeed obtained extremely accurate intelligence and were confidently arresting people according to the list; all other possibilities were nonexistent. However, after searching through all the files, not only was there no such perfectly accurate intelligence as he had deduced, but not even a single mention of a possible source of such intelligence could be found. Ren Xiangzi invited the archivist, and he personally accompanied her to search the archives, but they couldn't find any other materials related to the Xiao Hong case.
Hua Jianxiong returned to his seat, a cloud of doubt rising in his mind: Had he been misled? Why did Fujii say that cracking Xiao Hong's intelligence network was related to the Bei Dao case? Was he just making things up? He thought for a moment, then shook his head, dismissing his own suspicions. The Special Higher Police's files on Xiao Hong's case did indeed contain a large amount of intelligence regarding the leak of Bei Dao Jing's identity; at least superficially, the two seemed related, and the Japanese arrest of Xiao Hong did indeed stem from this. However, Hua Jianxiong, as someone with access to the core secrets of the case, knew very well that a crucial link was missing: how did the Japanese manage to extract Xiao Hong from Bei Dao Jing within a few days? He couldn't find a convincing explanation. Without this explanation, he couldn't know whether he was truly in danger. The perplexing case seemed to be making some progress, yet it also seemed even more shrouded in mystery. Hua Jianxiong pondered nervously, when suddenly a thought struck him: could it be that some of the most crucial documents weren't in the files before him?
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-18 12:52

(Ninety)
Hua Jianxiong was startled by his own thought. It seemed unbelievable: someone had planted an ambush in the Special Higher Police's files? He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and forced himself to calm down, continuing his thought process along these seemingly illogical lines: Who had planted the ambush? Fujii and Fujiwara could be ruled out, so was it Commander Hashimoto or Section Chief Kawase? Both were possible. Who was the ambush aimed at? There were two possibilities: one was that the documents involved him, and the Japanese had planted an ambush on him, ready to trap him. Thinking about this sent a chill down his spine, but upon closer examination, this possibility seemed highly improbable. If the Japanese had indeed obtained intelligence detrimental to him, thereby implicating Xiao Hong, then according to the usual practice of counterintelligence agencies, they would either neither touch Xiao Hong nor himself, in order to lay a long line to catch a bigger fish; or they would take both Xiao Hong and himself down in one fell swoop. There was absolutely no reason to arrest the practically insignificant Xiao Hong while leaving him, who knew all the inside information, untouched. Even the most incompetent counterintelligence agency wouldn't make such a foolish mistake as alerting the enemy. Besides, he was currently in trouble with Liu Mei, and any slight disturbance could allow him to escape their control. If the Japanese had evidence that he was a Kuomintang agent and wanted to use Xiao Hong's case to intimidate him and force him to serve them wholeheartedly, they should have given him a heads-up and directly exposed his weaknesses. There was no need for such elaborate schemes. By giving him advance warning, they wouldn't gain anything. There was also a second possibility: the Japanese genuinely had no suspicion of him and were completely unaware of his relationship with Xiao Hong. His stumbling upon Xiao Hong's case was purely accidental, and the strange phenomena he witnessed weren't directed at him at all. It was a Japanese ambush of another Japanese, or more precisely, an ambush of Commander Hashimoto by Kawara. In fact, given his understanding of the relationships between Japanese intelligence agencies, this wasn't particularly strange. If such a detailed and accurate top-secret intelligence report truly exists, then it must involve high-level intelligence channels within the Special Higher Police (TPC). He knew that while the TPC was generally subordinate to the military police, it was actually a self-contained system. It had its own independent hierarchy and intelligence sources from top to bottom. Generally, the TPC was concerned with intelligence, while the military police were concerned with arrests. The military police arrested people based on intelligence and weren't particularly concerned with the source of that intelligence. Moreover, the TPC consistently considered the military police to be reckless and impulsive, and was unwilling to reveal all its intelligence sources to them. Therefore, even with Commander Hashimoto's order, Kawaki might not necessarily reveal everything.
So, it seemed there really might be such crucial intelligence. If so, he had to find a way to see it; it was a matter of life and death for him. However, this was undoubtedly another dangerous gamble. Before seeing this mysterious document, no one could completely rule out the possibility that the Japanese had set a trap for him. Trying to get close to this top-secret intelligence might just lead him straight into a Japanese snare. Now he had no way out but to gamble everything and risk everything. He needed to see this top-secret document. It was the crucial step to understanding why Xiao Hong had been arrested, and the most fundamental way to completely eliminate the danger he faced. Staying still meant certain death, while taking action might be courting it. Either way, he was going to die; taking action, if he was lucky, might offer a chance to escape this calamity. Thinking this, he gritted his teeth and decided to take the gamble. However, the matter involved the Special Higher Police and the Military Police Headquarters, and how to ask Kawai about it without arousing suspicion was a real problem, leaving him hesitant.
Seeing Hua Jianxiong deep in thought, Fujiwara Kaori approached. Her ample breasts pressed against Hua Jianxiong's arm, and she whispered in his ear, "Jianxiong-kun, I'm hungry. Let's rest for a while!" Seeing her hungry eyes, Hua Jianxiong had a sudden inspiration. He patted her face and said, "You little slut, I'll feed you first!"
Hua Jianxiong led Fujiwara Kaori to Liuyuefang. He hadn't been here since the last incident. Sitting in his usual private room, Hua Jianxiong was overwhelmed with emotion. So much had happened in just a few days. Kitajima Shizuka had died at his hands, Yan Yu had died before his eyes, Liu Mei had been arrested without explanation, and Xiao Hong had fallen into the hands of the Japanese. He truly felt like he had narrowly escaped death. As Hua Jianxiong sighed inwardly, the tableware was already set. Fujiwara Kaori ordered a few simple dishes, and as soon as the food and drinks were placed on the table, she hurriedly sent the waiter away. As soon as the door closed, she immediately seemed to lose all her strength, collapsing into Hua Jianxiong's arms. Holding this vibrant and beautiful woman in his arms, Hua Jianxiong was filled with mixed emotions. But now, the most important thing was to carry out his plan and get this Japanese woman in his arms to serve him properly. He knew this was the only feasible way, and as long as he satisfied her, she would do it.
He deliberately ignored Xiangzi's advances, letting out a long sigh. Xiangzi reacted immediately, turning to ask, "What's wrong, Kenxiong-kun? Not going well?" Kenxiong casually replied, "Kawara-kun seems wary of us!" Xiangzi's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean... but we have Commander Hashimoto's warrant!... He won't give us face?" Kenxiong blinked casually. "Perhaps my influence isn't strong enough..." His heart pounded. He knew he could only say so much; Fujimoto already knew too much, and being too direct would only make things worse. He had already thrown out the chips; winning or losing was up to fate. All he could do now was give this little bitch a taste of sweetness, to get her to fight for him. So he tightly embraced Xiangzi's soft waist, giving her full breasts a hard squeeze. Then he reached around her waist and skillfully unbuckled her leather belt, pulling it out with a swift motion. Xiangzi seemed still pondering his words. Only when his pants loosened did she snap out of her daze, straightening her body and automatically placing her hands behind her back. Hua Jianxiong used his belt to bind her small, white hands and pulled her up forcefully. Xiangzi, as if awaiting a command, abruptly left his embrace and knelt at his feet with a thud.
Hua Jianxiong sat cross-legged, and Xiangzi immediately threw herself into his arms, first rubbing her face against his thigh like an obedient puppy for a while, then stretching her neck and biting his belt, pulling it off in a few quick movements. She nestled against him, burying her head in his crotch. Watching Xiangzi wriggle between his legs, Hua Jianxiong felt a little better. He grabbed her hair and lifted her up, reaching down to pull off his underwear, revealing his penis
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Xiangzi, like a wild animal seeing meat, disregarded Hua Jianxiong's grip on her hair and plunged her head between his legs, swallowing his fleshy penis with a slurping sound. Feeling the increasing pressure of Xiangzi's large breasts, hearing the squeaking sounds from below and Xiangzi's excited moans, Hua Jianxiong temporarily forgot his troubles, his whole body becoming excited. His large penis, feeling the caress of her warm tongue, quickly swelled in her moist mouth. He pinched Xiangzi's high-raised buttocks hard, and after hearing a sharp, muffled scream, he grabbed her loose waistband and pulled it down hard, exposing her white buttocks completely. "Damn little slut, you weren't even wearing underwear!" Hua Jianxiong felt his breathing quicken, and he reached down along her tailbone, clearly feeling the hot flesh trembling. Her two small hands, tied behind her back, clenched into fists. The suction below suddenly increased, and most of his hard penis was already inside Xiangzi's mouth, the warm, moist sensation spreading throughout his body. She began to work hard, her lewd moans growing louder and louder, and his heart was racing. His large hand slid down her buttocks, touching something slippery and sticky. "You little slut!" Hua Jianxiong cursed inwardly, inserting two fingers into her overflowing, wet cleft. A muffled moan escaped her lips, the tongue entwining her penis growing faster and stronger, her snow-white buttocks arching and thrusting upwards in front of him. Hua Jianxiong felt a tingling sensation in his lower back, his emotions completely aroused. He stirred his fingers around in the wet, slippery opening a few times, but still not satisfied, he straightened his back: "You little slut, I'll let you eat your fill!" Before the words were even finished, Hua Jianxiong grabbed a pair of gleaming silver metal chopsticks from the nearby table, pulled his fingers out of the wet cleft and touched upwards, feeling the round protrusion, which he could clearly feel contracting powerfully. Hua Jianxiong first tried inserting his fingers, and they were pinched painfully. He forcefully pulled out his fingers, pressed one hand against the tight opening, and gripped the chopsticks with the other, forcefully inserting them into the opening and closing hungry little mouth.
"Ugh..." Xiangzi trembled all over, her hands, bound behind her back, stretched out and straightened, then clenched into fists. Her head was buried tightly in Hua Jianxiong's crotch, her tongue ceasing its entanglement, the suction from her mouth seeming to pull his penis in to the root. Hua Jianxiong suppressed the waves of tingling sensation spreading throughout his body, gripped the chopstick that was mostly inserted into Xiangzi's anus and twisted it hard. The woman beneath him trembled violently and sucked fiercely, accompanied by muffled groans, her hot body beginning to soften. Hua Jianxiong didn't stop, twisting again, and the woman in his arms reacted intensely once more. This seductive Japanese woman danced to Hua Jianxiong's rhythm, and Hua Jianxiong became increasingly excited under the impact of her sucker-like mouth. Finally, they both succumbed simultaneously. Hua Jianxiong ejaculated a large amount of semen into the woman's throat with great pleasure, and Xiangzi also climaxed completely.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-18 12:56

(Ninety-one)
When Hua Jianxiong took Fujiwara Kaori away from Liuyuefang, although the food and drinks they had ordered were barely touched, both of them looked quite satisfied. Kaori, in particular, had a rosy complexion and bright eyes. Although her gait was a little unnatural, her steps revealed an indescribable excitement. Back at the Special Higher Police, Hua Jianxiong continued to study the case files, while Kaori silently went into Section Chief Kawase's office. After a while, Kaori quietly pushed open the door and placed a yellow folder in front of Hua Jianxiong with a smile. Hua Jianxiong saw the top-secret mark on the cover of the case file, patted Kaori's bottom approvingly, and had her sit down next to him. He carefully opened the folder.
Upon opening the folder, the first thing he saw was a situation report marked "Urgent." The report was very simple, specifying that a top-secret intelligence report should be sent directly to the Shanghai Special Higher Police of the East China Expeditionary Army. Hua Jianxiong quickly flipped to the next page and found a photograph enlarged to the same size as the letter. He froze when he saw the prominent heading "Investigation and Statistics Bureau of the Military Commission of the National Government" above the photograph. This was undoubtedly an internal document of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and it had actually fallen into the hands of the Japanese. Just as he had expected, the Japanese really did have valuable information. The photograph was very clear, and the person looked somewhat familiar. Then he saw the smaller print below the heading: "Special Infiltration Team in Occupied Areas (Nanjing-Shanghai Area)," and his heart immediately pounded. This was far beyond his expectations; it wasn't a simple intelligence report, but rather a registration card from the Military Intelligence Bureau's top-secret intelligence network. This was the most valuable and reliable firsthand intelligence in the intelligence war. The first name on the registration card was prominently displayed: Xiao Hong's name, along with her rank, position, cover profession, contact information, and a series of other details. Following that were the details of all of Xiao Hong's subordinates—just as Fujii had said, a total of nine people, five men and four women.
Before he had even finished reading the entire intelligence report, cold sweat had already seeped down Hua Jianxiong's back. This document was top secret within the Military Intelligence Bureau, likely stored in the special archives of the Third Inner Division of the Sixth Bureau. He had seen this registration card before; it was several years ago when Boss Dai personally assigned him to work as a covert intelligence agent in the Wang Jingwei regime's Special Agent Department, No. 76. After assigning the task, Boss Dai personally accompanied him to the archives of the Third Inner Division, where the deputy director in charge of personnel and confidentiality retrieved this file in the presence of him. At that time, the file only contained Xiao Hong's name. Within the Military Intelligence Bureau, the number of people with access to this level of classified documents could probably be counted on one hand. If he hadn't accepted this special assignment, he would never have had the opportunity to access such a high-level file. Who could have photographed such a confidential file? Was it an internal traitor or a Japanese spy? It was terrifying! He suddenly realized that anyone who could obtain this file almost certainly knew of his existence; could he possibly have any luck at all? His hands and feet went cold instantly. He quickly scanned the photo, finding no trace of himself. He then flipped through the folder; there were no other documents beneath the photo. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that as one of the most important core undercover agents of the Military Intelligence Bureau, his file was in Boss Dai's personal safe. He secretly rejoiced; if it weren't for this reason, his name might have appeared in the photo as well.
After catching his breath, he was filled with lingering fear and utter confusion: logically, someone with access to such top-secret documents couldn't possibly be unaware that Xiao Hong's actual mission was merely to relay intelligence. Moreover, much of the intelligence he obtained, such as Bei Daojing's bloodstained handwritten confession, although delivered back to headquarters through Xiao Hong, was clearly not something a reporter could obtain. Even if this person couldn't see Hua Jianxiong's file, they would know he was the real source of intelligence. So why did this intelligence report only implicate Xiao Hong and her intelligence network? Thinking this, he casually flipped back to the first page and carefully reviewed the situation report. Upon closer inspection, he discovered a new point of suspicion: the intelligence came from the Special Higher Police Section of the Japanese Military Police stationed in Hengyang. This was extremely strange. He knew that the Special Higher Police Section of the Central China Expeditionary Army stationed in Wuhan was responsible for direct intelligence work on the Nationalist government in Chongqing. They also had some channels in Shanghai and Nanjing that could directly reach Chongqing. The main operational focus of the Japanese troops stationed in Hengyang was Guangdong, Guangxi, Yunnan, and Guizhou; they did not have the task of conducting intelligence work on the Nationalist government in Chongqing. Moreover, the Special Higher Police Section there was a low-level organization with few personnel, whose task was only to cooperate with the surrounding Japanese troops in local counter-espionage work. It was impossible for them to have developed such an important intelligence channel at the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters.
Yet, this intelligence was indeed from Hengyang. In the receipt section of the folder, he even found the record of the Japanese military communications personnel responsible for delivering documents exchanging documents between Hengyang Airport and Shanghai Airport four days ago. Faced with this complex situation, Hua Jianxiong fell into deep thought. Tens of thousands of Military Intelligence Bureau personnel, both internal and external, were under the jurisdiction of the Sixth Division of the headquarters, but only a few hundred of them had access to the top-secret intelligence network in the inner third office's archives. Those who could access the information of these hundreds of people must be high-ranking personnel at headquarters, and their reach is extremely limited. Anyone who could access such crucial intelligence and then leak it to the Japanese is no ordinary person; they are either a Japanese spy or a traitorous mob. If this intelligence originated in Wuhan, it would most likely be a Japanese spy; but since it came from Hengyang, a seemingly unrelated small place, it seems more likely that there is a mole within the organization. The most important question now is, if it is indeed the work of a mole, what deep-seated hatred would drive him to work for the Japanese? How far will he go? How great is the danger he faces?
Hua Jianxiong's mind raced, desperately trying to analyze the extent of the danger he faced from these perplexing circumstances. Behind these seemingly illogical phenomena must lie the truth, but what is it? He suddenly realized: such complete, accurate, and crucial intelligence appearing in Hengyang, a place so remote for intelligence warfare, in such a short time—this is too much like the usual tactic of some intelligence brokers when offering their bargaining chips. Could someone at headquarters be betraying intelligence to the Japanese? Was throwing Xiao Hong out there just a stepping stone? Was the next...? Hua Jianxiong dared not think further. A chill ran down his spine, and his whole body trembled.
He instinctively took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth, but hesitated to light it. Seeing his distracted state, Fujiwara Kaori, sitting beside him, quickly came over, took out a lighter, and lit his cigarette with a "click." Hua Jianxiong took a deep drag, trying to calm himself. Kaori leaned tightly against his shoulder, the unique scent of a mature woman wafting over him with her rapid breathing. Suddenly, a soft little hand grabbed his and pulled him away. He touched Kaori's soft body and suddenly realized her belt was loose; she was pulling his hand towards her crotch. Hua Jianxiong cursed inwardly, "Slut," and his large hand unceremoniously slid down her smooth belly. To his surprise, he found his hand wet where her thighs met. He scratched hard twice, about to pull his hand away, when he was suddenly captivated by Xiangzi's passionate moans. That alluring face slowly transformed into Xiao Hong's beautiful features; her seductive figure, soft skin, and captivating voice gradually filled his mind. Then a thought popped into his head: this leaked classified material seems to be entirely aimed at Xiao Hong! Could it be that they're using the exposure of Kitajima Shizuka's identity to draw the Japanese's attention as a smokescreen, intending to kill Xiao Hong?
This possibility certainly exists. The question is, who harbors such deep hatred for Xiao Hong? Did Xiao Hong offend someone at headquarters? It's no secret that some high-ranking cadres at headquarters are womanizers, and it's entirely possible that Xiao Hong's beauty attracted the covetousness of some, leading to some trouble. This could explain why such top-secret intelligence could be leaked in such a strange way, and only involving Xiao Hong. However, to use such ruthlessness to vent personal grievances, completely disregarding the greater cause of the Party and the country, and to kill someone in this way is simply too much. If that's the case, this person deserves to be torn to pieces!
Hua Jianxiong exhaled a long puff of smoke, and smiled bitterly to himself. This was probably a form of self-consolation. Although this analysis could reasonably explain all the strange phenomena, he knew it was the most optimistic scenario. What if it wasn't like that, and the person who leaked the intelligence was just using Xiao Hong as a test, holding more important intelligence to sell at a higher price? Then, the next one to be betrayed would most likely be him, Hua Jianxiong. Anyway, Xiao Hong and her people have already been arrested, so even if Hua Jianxiong is captured by the Japanese, they won't suspect anyone else. Besides, the Japanese are known for their ruthlessness, and it's hard to say how many days Xiao Hong can endure the torture. Even if Commander Hashimoto has a restraining order against Xiao Hong, Amei, Xiao Ma, and Lao Gan have all seen him. So, he's in danger at any moment. According to the organization's rules, he can consider retreating under these circumstances.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-18 12:58

(Ninety-two)
With a bang, Liu Mei was startled awake from her daze. Then came a series of chaotic footsteps. Liu Mei's heart pounded: "Is it Jianxiong?!" She forced herself to sit up, enduring the soreness in her body and the pain in her lower body. But soon, disappointment and fear replaced hope. She didn't hear the familiar, steady footsteps, but a chaotic jumble of noises. It definitely wasn't Jianxiong who came. Liu Mei suddenly felt a chill in the cell; she was shivering and instinctively hugged her arms to her chest.
The door opened, and the first person to enter was a grinning Li Ziwu. Li Ziwu, with a smug look on his face, leaned down and looked at Liu Mei's face, saying, "Miss Feng, how have you been?" Liu Mei huddled in the corner, futilely dodging him, and shouted, "Li Ziwu, don't make false accusations! I want to speak with the Chief!" Li Ziwu smiled sinisterly at Liu Mei and said, "Stop dreaming! Quickly confess your organization, and I'll guarantee you're safe. Otherwise, the Zhou Xueping sisters will be your example!" Liu Mei glared at him: "You're talking nonsense... telling me to see Boss Zhou and Director Ding!" Li Ziwu laughed: "You're still thinking about Director Ding? He has no interest in seeing you right now!" The group of agents behind him burst into laughter. Liu Mei's face flushed red with anger. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, Li Ziwu lewdly and shamelessly lifted the hem of her clothes, saying, "Secretary Liu, you weren't feeling well last night, were you? Director Ding always has rather heavy tastes, did you hurt yourself anywhere?" Another round of lewd laughter erupted around them. Li Ziwu continued shamelessly, "Director Ding is busy, so he sent his men to look after you. Let us check you over, just in case something's wrong, we can call a doctor to examine you!" He reached out to pull Liu Mei away. Liu Mei panicked, spitting in his face and twisting her body to avoid him. Her handcuffs were on her back, preventing her from moving. She kicked wildly, trying to keep him away. The thugs standing behind Li Ziwu, who had been waiting impatiently, swarmed forward, rushing towards her.
Liu Mei was instantly surrounded by a group of agents. She desperately clung to the wall, curling into a ball, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably. The five or six thugs who followed Li Ziwu in included neither Wu Sibao nor Liu Dazhuang, only the usually unsuccessful Dong Liangui and a few sleazy young men, including Lai Wu. These men usually treated Liu Mei like dogs before their master, not daring to even look her in the eye, let alone greet her. Now, seeing this usually cold and beautiful woman showing fear, and with the man who usually supported her nowhere to be seen, their courage suddenly swelled. They all looked greedy and eager, baring their teeth and claws as they rushed forward. Some grabbed her arms, others pulled her legs, and in no time, they dragged the struggling Liu Mei, who was cowering in the corner, to the bedside, pressing her upper body face down onto the bed.
Li Ziwu wiped the spittle from his face, walked over sullenly, and kicked Liu Mei's kneeling legs apart, then viciously lifted the back of her cheongsam. A chill ran through him, revealing Liu Mei's snow-white buttocks. The room fell silent. Liu Mei could even hear the men swallowing. She stopped struggling. She knew that any struggle was futile; it would only provide them with a spectacle and further fuel their lust. She lay on the bed, angrily cursing Li Ziwu for his shamelessness. But Li Ziwu ignored her tirade. He forcefully placed one leg between hers, his hands lewdly spreading her buttocks. He smacked his lips as he stroked her anus, saying, "Oh, Secretary Liu, you don't even bother to wash your bottom properly after doing this. Look at your once white buttocks, all sticky and dirty. It's heartbreaking!" Before he finished speaking, a chorus of smacking sounds erupted around them. Tears welled up in Liu Mei's eyes; she was utterly ashamed. Normally, these men would stand at attention and bow before her from afar; today, they had witnessed her in such a wretched state. Before she could recover from her shame and anger, Li Ziwu grabbed her shoulders and pulled her over forcefully. He rudely lifted the front of her cheongsam, exposing Liu Mei's thighs and lower abdomen. Li Ziwu pressed one large hand against her soft abdomen, and two thick fingers, ignoring her struggles and cries, brutally inserted into her plump, white thighs. Dirty pubic hair and sticky vulva were clearly visible. He spread his fingers, pressed them against her labia, and rubbed them apart, revealing a tender, red opening beneath the light brown labia. Liu Mei cried out in desperation, "You beast... let me go..." But his fingers didn't loosen their grip; instead, they increased the pressure, stretching the opening wider and wider. The agents huddled together, five or six pairs of eyes fixed on Li Ziwu's hand. Liu Mei wished she could die immediately, but then she heard Li Ziwu say sarcastically, "You filthy bitch, you must have enjoyed being fucked, right? Look how wet you are!" He loosened his grip on two fingers and ordered, "Come on, clean Secretary Liu up!"
Liu Mei screamed, "Let me go! Let me go... let me see Boss Zhou!" But several large hands, like octopus suckers, had already gripped her limbs tightly and pulled her up. Li Ziwu said with a grin, "You'll have to wash your ass clean before seeing Boss Zhou." The agents busied themselves enthusiastically. Several men forcibly dragged her off the bed and shoved her in front of Li Ziwu. Ignoring her struggles, Li Ziwu reached out and unbuttoned her cheongsam one by one, grinning as he stared at her heaving chest. "Secretary Liu, don't move! If you ruin this beautiful dress, I'll have to make you go to see the boss naked, which wouldn't be very elegant!" Liu Mei's face flushed red with anger, panting heavily, while the agents holding her laughed incessantly. In no time, all the buttons were undone. Li Ziwu gave a signal, and several agents pressed down hard, causing Liu Mei's legs to buckle, and she fell to her knees. Li Ziwu bent down, grabbed the hem of her cheongsam, and pulled it up, the slippery garment flowing over her bare body and over her head. He then pulled the cheongsam back, wrapping it around her handcuffed arms. Liu Mei was practically naked, kneeling before these wolfish men.
She struggled and cursed desperately, but even several burly men couldn't hold her down. Li Ziwu's face darkened: "Don't know what's good for you? Let's teach her a lesson!" The agents immediately perked up at this, and several of them, holding her together, pulled the kicking Liu Mei to a shoulder-high wooden frame, lifting her handcuffed hands behind her back. Liu Mei couldn't withstand the men's strength; the excruciating pain in her shoulders forced her to bend over. She knew what they were going to do, and she knew what being naked and hung on the frame meant, so she struggled with all her might. But she was no match for the burly men; they were experts at binding and hanging women, and besides, she had long been the object of these lecherous men's lust. Her hands were pulled up by a powerful force and snapped onto a large iron ring on the crossbeam. The agents simultaneously released their grip, and all of Liu Mei's struggles became completely futile. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't budge the thick wooden frame, and because her arms were cuffed behind her back, she couldn't exert any strength. Even worse, the frame only reached her shoulders, making it impossible for her to stand upright. After a few struggles, she collapsed to her knees. The agents, like hungry dogs spotting their prey, pounced on her again. Two of them grabbed one of her legs and locked it to the pillars on either side of the frame.
With a thud, an enamel basin was thrown between Liu Mei's spread legs, pouring in mostly cold water. Liu Mei closed her eyes in despair. Images of Zhou Xueping and countless other women she had witnessed being wantonly violated by the agents of the 76th Division flashed through her mind. The first time she saw Zhou Xueping in the interrogation room, she was just like herself today, completely naked, surrounded by a group of predatory men, powerless to resist, at their mercy. The scene she had dreamed of countless times had actually come true today, but the person standing before her wasn't Hua Jianxiong. Liu Mei knew that, as a woman, she was already standing at the gates of hell.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-18 13:07

(Ninety-three)
Those disgusting, filthy hands reached out to Liu Mei, grasping her trembling breasts that hung down in front of her chest as she bent over. Li Ziwu's two large hands grasped her warm, soft breasts, kneading them as he said, "What big breasts! No wonder someone's captivated by you." He then used two fingers to pinch her right nipple and pulled hard, stretching it considerably. Liu Mei cried out, "Ouch!" and struggled to lift her head, screaming, "Li Ziwu...you bastard, let me go...you'll die a horrible death!" Li Ziwu squeezed the tender nipple between his knuckles and rubbed it harder, then laughed, "Who dies first is still unknown! But before I die, I'll let you taste the true flavor of being a woman!"
After rubbing for a while, Li Ziwu released his hands. Liu Mei saw that the nipple he had twisted had turned purple and was burning with pain. She couldn't help but sob. Unexpectedly, Li Ziwu wouldn't let her go, excitedly moving behind her and squatting down. Liu Mei's limbs were bound and suspended, her legs spread wide apart, unable to move an inch. Frantic and red-faced, she cried out, "No... let me go... let me go..." She knew that Li Ziwu was squatting there, his eyes fixed on every private part of her body. Sure enough, she felt heavy breathing on her sensitive buttocks, and two large, lewd fingers ripped open her labia. Liu Mei desperately twisted her hips, trying to escape those hateful fingers. But then another large hand grabbed her hair, and her head was jerked up. This time, standing before her was Dong Liangui. When they first entered, these thugs had been somewhat hesitant, but now, seeing Liu Mei's pale, naked body bound to the rack and witnessing Li Ziwu's unrestrained torment of her, they were like bloodthirsty sharks smelling blood, their courage growing. Dong Liangui grabbed one of Liu Mei's plump breasts and began to knead it greedily, snarling, "You filthy bitch, swinging your big tits around all day, who are you trying to impress?! Now let me have my way with them!" As he spoke, Liu Mei's other breast was also grabbed. The man didn't speak, but kneaded it even more frantically. He swallowed hard as he kneaded, his filthy crotch bulging high—it was the sleazy Lai Wu. Dong Liangui vigorously kneaded Liu Mei's breasts, cursing, "You filthy bitch, smile! Aren't you uncomfortable with what I'm doing?" The thugs around them lewdly laughed. Dong Liangui turned to them and said, "Has any of you ever seen this filthy bitch smile?" The thugs shouted in unison, "No!" He turned back, pinched Liu Mei's nipple, twisted it hard, and brought it close to her face, saying, "Smile! You filthy whore, give us a smile!" What
humiliated Liu Mei most was what happened behind her. Li Ziwu had brazenly inserted his fingers into her vagina. The things Ding Mocun had left on her lower body yesterday were now completely dry, making her delicate skin tight and giving her an inescapable sense of shame. Now, under everyone's watchful eyes, Li Ziwu's fingers, like a snake, relentlessly penetrated deeper, manipulating her most private parts like a toy. She had seen spies humiliate female prisoners before, but only now, experiencing it firsthand, did she truly understand how cruel it was for a woman to be stripped naked, tied up, and hung up like this, enduring such humiliation—it was truly worse than death.
Two thick, bony fingers probed and manipulated inside her tight vagina, even scraping the sensitive flesh with their fingernails. Liu Mei couldn't control herself and sobbed uncontrollably. But then Li Ziwu excitedly exclaimed, "Damn, this little hole is so tight! It's like it's never been opened!" He then patted Liu Mei's white buttocks and shouted, "Squeeze it! Squeeze it, and I'll reward you!" The thugs who had been fondling Liu Mei's breasts were drawn to the back, forming a circle around her buttocks. Some even stuck their heads under her buttocks to get a closer look. Just as Liu Mei was feeling utterly ashamed, Dong Liangui shouted, "Get out of the way!" A bright light shone on Liu Mei's lower body, illuminating her crotch in every detail. The men in the circle stared intently at the two thick fingers stirring inside her tender vulva. Someone said, "Li, don't just think about your own pleasure, spread it open and let the brothers see too!" Li Ziwu grinned wickedly and readily agreed, pulling out his fingers and spreading Liu Mei's labia apart. Inside the purplish-red labia, tender, pink, glistening flesh was revealed. Wow… a gasp rippled through the room. Someone couldn't resist reaching out to touch the tender flesh exposed at the vaginal opening. Liu Mei trembled all over, crying out, "Let go...don't look!" But she heard an even more terrifying voice: "Old Dong, where's the camera? Let's take a souvenir of this bitch, see if she's still so arrogant!" Liu Mei's head buzzed instantly, and she twisted her buttocks and shook her head in fear: "No! No!" Before her cry was finished, a crisp click rang out, and a dazzling light shone. Dong Liangui said triumphantly, "Got it." A spy raised his middle finger and shoved it into her anus, which was writhing in fear, shouting, "One more!" Another click, and the spies laughed wildly.
Liu Mei's cries were hoarse, but no one paid her any attention. Countless rough fingers pried and kneaded her tender labia, and someone kept brutally inserting and pulling their fingers into and out of her sensitive vagina and anus. Her two full breasts were passed around like balls in countless rough, hard hands. The spies, caught up in the fun, continued to humiliate her with vulgar language, venting their pent-up lust.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Ziwu's sinister voice rang out again: "Alright, brothers, don't let this filthy bitch dirty your hands. Clean her up so she can serve you properly!" After he finished speaking, the hands inserted into Liu Mei's body were gradually withdrawn. Before she could even catch her breath, a stream of icy water rushed towards her lower body. Liu Mei shuddered, and in the blink of an eye, several large hands were on her body, eagerly rubbing her genitals. Her tender labia were rubbed until they felt numb and painful, and even her anus was being carefully probed and scrubbed. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Hey! Look, this woman's pubic hair looks like it's been trimmed!" A large hand smoothed her wet pubic hair. Several men crowded around to look, then laughed in unison, "Damn, she really has her pubic hair cut!" Lai Wu sighed softly, "Damn, respectable women are different; they even cut and comb their pubic hair." Another voice said, "What's so special about that? Last time I slept with a dancer at the Paramount, her pubic hair was cut too. Just like a man shaving. But look at her pussy, how tender! Compared to her, those dancers are fucking trash!" Dong Liangui scoffed, "You don't know anything! She's tender? She's been fucked by men so many times. Didn't you see Zhou Liping's pussy last time? That's what you call tender. Pink and tender, it'd leak water the moment you pressed it!" Listening to the lewd comments of this group of scoundrels, Liu Mei's heart was bleeding, but she bit her lip desperately, trying her best to hold back her tears from these beasts. She stopped shouting, because that would only arouse the lust of these bastards.
But the cunning and ruthless Li Ziwu wouldn't let her go. He moved to the front, grabbed her hair, and, with his wet hands, lifted her chin, looking at her smugly. "Secretary Liu, you know the rules of No. 76. We give a female prisoner of your status one more chance. Now, I'll give you time to think it over. If you remain stubborn, don't say I didn't give you a chance!" He then released her and turned back to the back. Liu Mei's heart sank. She knew what was coming had finally arrived; she couldn't escape the tragic fate that all female prisoners arrested at No. 76 faced. Sure enough, the room fell silent. First, there was the rustling sound of clothes being taken off behind her, then a pair of large hands roughly grabbed her waist and lifted her up sharply. She instinctively twisted her hips, but her body was completely under the control of the haphazard ropes and those large hands. A hot, throbbing penis, like a venomous snake, crawled up her buttocks, roughly parting her aching labia despite her struggles, and thrusting into her narrow opening without warning.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-18 13:08

(Ninety-four)
Hua Jianxiong sat restlessly in the military police's interrogation room. Fujiwara Kaori sat beside him, tightly holding his arm, intently watching the center of the room. Early this morning, Fujii Masao had ordered Xiao Hong brought out, and he was now personally interrogating her. Although it was Xiao Hong being interrogated, she herself was simply handcuffed and sitting on an iron chair in the center of the interrogation room. In front of her was a blazing charcoal fire, with several branding irons haphazardly thrown into it, licked by the red-hot flames, constantly sparking. Xiao Hong's face was flushed red from the heat, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on her skin. At the other end of the brazier, a naked woman was being tortured, suspended in an A-shape on a rack. A Japanese military policeman, his chest exposed, was slowly branding the tender flesh around her labia with a red-hot iron. The woman's piercing screams filled the interrogation room. Her once young and beautiful face occasionally arched back with difficulty, covered in sweat. The woman being tortured was Amei. In the corner lay another naked woman, her body covered in wounds, her lower body stained red with blood flowing from her groin. It was the bank clerk; she had already fainted. Fujii used the handle of a whip to lift Xiao Hong's face, viciously forcing her to confess.
Yesterday, after Hua Jianxiong returned from the Special Higher Police, Fujii asked him what he had found. He simply said the situation was complicated and he needed to think it over carefully, giving a vague excuse. What he needed to do now was buy time to prepare and retreat safely. However, after Liu Mei's incident, he was actually under "guardianship." Although he had complete freedom at the military police station and at home, and could even access top-secret documents inaccessible to ordinary people, disappearing from the Japanese sight for more than 24 hours would definitely attract attention, leaving him with no way out. Therefore, unless he saw imminent danger, he had to be certain of disappearing without a trace within 24 hours before taking action. To do this, he needed the help of the organization. He had already sent out an emergency distress signal and should receive a response soon. Now, all he could do was wait patiently.
Fujii, bound by Commander Hashimoto's instructions, could not directly torture Xiao Hong, so he decided to exert pressure indirectly, hence today's interrogation. He wanted to torture Amei and the others in front of Xiao Hong, to mentally break her. Fujiwara Kaori had excitedly dragged Hua Jianxiong to witness the torture early in the morning, and Hua Jianxiong, unable to refuse, had no choice but to come. He was quite uneasy here. The scene before him was incredibly troublesome; he had never encountered such a difficult situation before. Although the reasons for Xiao Hong's arrest had been largely clarified, he was not only powerless to rescue her, but also forced to plan an evacuation, watching helplessly as she fell into Japanese hands. Analyzing the information gathered yesterday, Xiao Hong's chances of survival seemed bleak. Denying her identity as a Kuomintang intelligence agent would certainly not get her through, and once she confessed, her fate was unpredictable. If she refused to become a Japanese lackey, she might suffer a fate worse than death. Moreover, she might implicate him prematurely, making it impossible for him to escape. Therefore, he had repeatedly expressed, both openly and secretly, to Fujii that Xiao Hong was not an ordinary intelligence agent and that he must be extremely cautious with her. He dared not hope for anything more, only wishing to buy as much time as possible. But he knew very well that this was only a temporary measure. Fujii would undoubtedly use every ruthless method to pry Xiao Hong's words out, and he was almost certain he would succeed. He had already heard that Fujii had arranged for Xiao Hong to be taken to the Hongkou Club tonight. This so-called club was actually a haven for the Japanese to unleash their lust, just two streets away from the Military Police Headquarters. It was effectively controlled by the Military Police Headquarters; women there were no better off than those in Changchun's brothels. Today, I overheard someone in the Military Police Headquarters building saying that a high-ranking general from the Nanyang Army had come to Shanghai. He was said to be notorious for his womanizing and always visited the Hongkou Club whenever he came to Shanghai. It was probably no coincidence that Fujii was taking Xiao Hong there today; it seemed Xiao Hong couldn't escape this lecher's clutches this time. But this might only be the beginning for her. Unable to torture Xiao Hong, Fujii wanted to use this method to break down her dignity and psychological defenses. He would stop at nothing to achieve this. The thought of his beloved woman being tied up, forced into bed, stripped naked, and raped filled him with unbearable hatred, yet he was powerless to stop it. He knew he was powerless; Xiao Hong could only resign herself to fate. Actually, the opportunity wasn't nonexistent. Commander Hashimoto's revelation of the Japanese's eagerness to establish contact with Chongqing was a good opportunity, but it required headquarters' intervention, and swiftly. He was extremely anxious; the emergency signal had been sent, and he didn't know when he would receive a response. Moreover, according to the contingency plan, if Xiao Hong were to encounter trouble, a new contact person should immediately reach him. It was already the third day, and he hadn't received any information. He was truly worried that Amei or Xiao Hong wouldn't be able to hold on! He dared not hope for another miracle like Yan Yu's.
The executioner had changed; a short, dark-skinned man with a bare chest and a lot of chest hair stepped forward. He grabbed a red-hot branding iron, pinched Amei's nipple, lifted her swollen breast, and thrust the dark red tip of the iron into it. A puff of white smoke rose, and Amei let out another piercing scream before losing consciousness. Fujii walked up to Xiao Hong, stroking her hair and saying sinisterly, "Miss Xiao, this little girl is suffering such torture all for you! If you just tell me where you got the information about He Xiaoyue, I'll release you all. Otherwise, you'll be the next one hanging there naked and being tortured!" Xiao Hong kept her head down and didn't say a word, but Fujiwara Kaori hugged Hua Jianxiong's arm even tighter, deliberately pulling it between her thighs. Hua Jianxiong was annoyed but couldn't show it, so he took out a cigarette. Just as he was about to reach for a lighter, the interrogation room door opened a crack, revealing the face of a female employee who glanced in his direction before immediately closing the door again. Xiangzi got up and ran out, returning a moment later to whisper in Hua Jianxiong's ear, "They're looking for your phone." Hua Jianxiong was puzzled; who would call the military police headquarters looking for him at this hour? He glanced resentfully at Xiao Hong in the chair, then quietly got up and left.
The call was to Fujii's office. Hua Jianxiong picked up the phone; a soft, sweet female voice answered, "Is this Mr. Hua? This is Xiangya Hospital." Hua Jianxiong was startled, not understanding what was happening. The female voice continued, "You scheduled a dental appointment three days ago, but you haven't come. The doctor asked me to contact you. If it's convenient, please come to the hospital this morning to see Dr. Yu Yun." She hung up before he could reply. Hua Jianxiong's heart pounded. He had heard the pre-arranged code.
Hua Jianxiong returned to the interrogation room, and Fujiwara Xiangzi was already close to him again. He told her he'd forgotten a hospital appointment and was getting a call from the hospital urging him to come immediately. Xiangzi was still clinging to him, not wanting him to leave. He gave her a half-serious, half-joking glare, then called over Fujii, who was personally torturing Amei, and gave him a quick greeting. He glanced hastily at Xiao Hong, handcuffed to a chair, and Amei, hanging from a rack, before turning and leaving.
Once outside the military police headquarters compound, he checked his watch; it wasn't even 10 a.m. He hailed a taxi, drove around the streets a few times to make sure no one was watching, and then went straight to Xiangya Hospital. The nurse at the registration desk, upon hearing his name, immediately smiled and led him directly to the dental clinic. A young, beautiful nurse dressed entirely in white greeted him. Hearing that it was Hua Jianxiong, she smiled and said softly, "Dr. Yu has a patient; please wait a moment, Mr. Hua." She then led him to a clean and tidy small office to rest. Hua Jianxiong recognized the voice as the one he'd heard on the phone. But before he could even greet her, the nurse had already disappeared down the corridor with light steps. Hua Jianxiong had no choice but to sit down obediently, idly flipping through the newspaper, his heart burning with anxiety. It seemed like an eternity before the sweet-looking nurse finally pushed open the door and politely invited him to the examination room.
Upon entering, a well-proportioned female doctor greeted him warmly. The doctor looked young; although she wore a mask that covered most of her face, her smiling eyes were still so captivating, making him feel as if he had been thirsty for three days in the desert and had just drunk a glass of cool water—it was incredibly comforting. The doctor didn't speak to him further, taking the medical record from the nurse and glancing at it while inviting Hua Jianxiong to sit in the examination chair. Dr. Yu whispered something, and the nurse quietly closed the door and left. The room was quiet; even their breathing could be heard clearly. Neither of them spoke, and the doctor began examining Hua Jianxiong. She asked Hua Jianxiong to open his mouth, then bent down to carefully examine his oral cavity. His even, fragrant breaths made him increasingly relaxed. Delicate fingers gently caressed his face as the female doctor bent down to clean something inside his mouth. Her high, firm breasts inadvertently brushed against his shoulder, soft and gentle; Hua Jianxiong almost felt intoxicated.
The female doctor's hand flashed before his eyes, and he suddenly noticed an emerald ring on her finger, letting out a long sigh of relief. He seemingly casually reached out and scratched his face, then deliberately placed his left hand outside the sheet, revealing an antique-style gold ring. The female doctor glanced at his hand, took his wrist, and gently placed it back under the sheet. The woman's unique delicacy and gentleness warmed Hua Jianxiong's heart, which had grown cold and hard over the past two days. The female doctor turned on the dental drill, glanced warily at the window with its white curtains, and amidst the annoying noise, leaned close to Hua Jianxiong's face and whispered, "Director Hua, my name is Yu Yun. Headquarters instructed me to contact you. From now on, I will be your liaison." Hua Jianxiong let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair, and completely relaxed.
The dental drill was still whirring, and the female doctor remained leaning over Hua Jianxiong's shoulder, almost touching his face, as if continuing the treatment. Hua Jianxiong had long since abandoned his earlier pretense of wide-open mouth. He asked softly, "Is it safe to talk here?" Dr. Yu nodded firmly and said, "Don't worry, no one will disturb you, and there will be no eavesdropping." Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong involuntarily straightened his back, but a gentle little hand pressed down on his shoulder. He gave an awkward laugh and said in a low but urgent voice, "I need to arrange an evacuation immediately!" He felt a distinct tremor in his hand holding the dental drill. Yu Yun asked with some surprise, "That serious? That urgent?"
Hua Jianxiong nodded silently and said, "I saw the Japanese top-secret files yesterday. Xiao Hong's arrest was due to a leak from headquarters, it was intentional. The top-secret files of Xiao Hong's entire group in the archives of the Third Inner Division of the Sixth Department were photographed and fell into the hands of the Japanese." Hua Jianxiong paused here, and he could feel Yu Yun's breathing suddenly become rapid behind him. He didn't know this young female doctor, but judging from her age, she probably hadn't experienced such a dangerous turn of events, and might not even understand what the leak of the secret files of the Third Inner Division meant. So he continued, "I suspect there's a mole within headquarters, though the exact reason is still unclear. But whoever got hold of this file and took the photos must know my situation. So my current predicament is extremely dangerous." Yu Yun moved the squeaking dental drill a little away, lowered her head, and whispered, "Headquarters is also investigating why Sister Xiao and the others were arrested. I'll report back immediately. However, after learning about Sister Xiao and the others' incident, headquarters investigated through various channels and confirmed that you weren't implicated and are currently safe. There's also no major issue with 76, which is why they ordered me to immediately re-establish contact with you." Hua Jianxiong nodded and smiled bitterly, "That aligns with my feelings and judgment; otherwise, I wouldn't have come to meet you. Nine have already been lost; why risk another one?" Yu Yun
didn't say anything, turned off the machine, and went to the table next to her, fiddling with something. After a while, she returned to Hua Jianxiong's side, reopened the dental drill, and inserted it into a bracket, making it make a sound. Hua Jianxiong glanced up at her heaving chest and said, "Safety today doesn't guarantee safety tomorrow. We haven't found the mole; he could betray Xiao Hong or me. Besides, Amei and the others are being tortured severely inside; it's hard to say how long they can endure it." He paused, swallowed, and didn't mention Yan Yu. At the same time, he thought of Xiao Hong, and the ordeal she would face tonight, and sighed deeply. Yu Yun began packing her things and whispered to Hua Jianxiong, "Director Hua, don't worry, I'll contact headquarters immediately..." Hua Jianxiong suddenly remembered something and interrupted her, saying, "There's another situation. The Japanese may have major operations in other strategic directions recently and are eager to stabilize the situation in the occupied areas. Therefore, they are also eager to establish contact with the Nationalist government in Chongqing." He then recounted Hashimoto's words to Yu Yun verbatim. Although he was arranging the evacuation, he still hoped to give headquarters a hint that might help in rescuing Xiao Hong.
Yu Yun packed her things, turned off the machine, and sat down at the table to write the medical record. Then she opened the door, led Hua Jianxiong out, and while saying goodbye to him, handed him a doctor's order, saying in a businesslike tone, "Mr. Hua, you just had treatment; it would be best if you rested at home today."
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-18 13:11

(Ninety-five)
After saying goodbye to Yu Yun, Hua Jianxiong left the hospital, finding that he wasn't much lighter than when he arrived. He checked the time; it was already noon, but he had no appetite, as if he really had a tooth pulled. He decided to go straight home. Back home, he took off his coat and lay on the bed, beginning to reflect on the gentle and refined female doctor he'd met that day. He took out the doctor's order she'd left, noticing her delicate handwriting—truly reflecting her personality. The order instructed him to rest in bed for half a day; the thought amused him, and he couldn't help but smile. He understood that this meant he needed to stay home and be ready to act at any moment. He thought for a moment, then got up and called Fujii. He deliberately mumbled incoherently, telling Fujii that he had just seen the dentist. Before he could finish, Fujii understandingly advised him to rest at home and that they could talk about it tomorrow. He remembered that Fujii would probably be very busy that afternoon, likely spending most of the day at the Hongkou Club, leaving him no time for him. Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth in frustration, but there was nothing he could do.
He paced around the room twice, wanting to pack his things. But after thinking about it, he realized there was really nothing to pack. An undercover agent like him wouldn't leave a trace for his opponents anywhere. Even if the Japanese rushed in to search now, they wouldn't find anything. Besides, even if he were to evacuate, he would have to act as if nothing had happened; he couldn't possibly travel with luggage. He shook his head helplessly, stuffed the cash and a few frequently used small items into his coat pocket, and lay down on the bed again, feeling utterly bored.
His thoughts from earlier returned to his mind. Actually, what he couldn't let go of the most were Xiao Hong and Liu Mei, but unfortunately, he couldn't save either of them. Thinking of Liu Mei, his heart skipped a beat. If he left, regardless of whether Liu Mei was a Communist or not, her crime would be sealed. He conjured up the despicable smiling faces of Ding Mocun and Li Ziwu in his mind. "These two bastards are so pleased with themselves!" One of them had long coveted his position, and the other had been lusting after Liu Mei's body; now they were about to succeed. Thinking of their smug expressions after their success, he felt truly resentful! But what could he do? It seemed he was already thankful to have escaped safely. Perhaps it was because he had been too tense and exhausted for so many days. Today, having reconnected, he truly felt relaxed. Lost in thought, he drifted off to sleep. In
the small interrogation room on the third basement floor of No. 76, Liu Mei was still kneeling on the rack, her buttocks raised, her head bowed, her pale face almost completely obscured by her disheveled hair. She was alone in the interrogation room now, and it was pitch black; she didn't even know if it was day or night. The agents seemed to have taken an unusually long break this time; the room was so quiet that she could almost hear the dripping of her own fluids onto the floor. Liu Mei's body ached all over, and her mind was hazy; she had no idea how long these beasts had been violating her. She only vaguely sensed that the long night stretched endlessly, with countless men taking turns on top of her like a revolving lantern. They had taken her down several times, first forcing her to kneel on the ground, then laying her flat on the bed, but all to give them a different position for their sexual assault. Later, when they grew tired of those positions, they hung her up again. The assault continued relentlessly, until her lower body was almost completely numb. She never dreamed that the human instinct for reproduction could be turned into such a vile means of torturing women by these beasts. Now she truly understood how cruel this despicable torture was to a woman's body and mind. Unlike corporal punishment, where the woman being violated almost never loses consciousness or dies, this torture required you to be fully conscious and endure torment beyond human physiological limits. In their pleasure, a woman's body and dignity were utterly destroyed. Looking back now, she couldn't help but admire Zhou Xueping's superhuman willpower. For several days in a row, she endured inhumane torture during the day and was repeatedly raped by a group of long-term convicts at night. It's hard to imagine how she survived.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway, and Liu Mei's heart sank again. Each time they returned, the pain was even worse than the continuous rape. Because after a brief respite, her ravaged body would awaken from its numbness, becoming more alert and sensitive. With a series of commotion, the door opened, the light came on, and a pair of large, leather-shoe-clad feet stood before Liu Mei. She recognized them as Li Ziwu. Her breathing quickened instantly, and after each brief pause, it would begin again in this manner. Li Ziwu lifted Liu Mei's chin, grinning wickedly at her pale, damp face, and said, "Had your fun this time, Secretary Liu? You surprise me! I didn't expect you to be so resilient!" He carefully observed Liu Mei's changing expressions and suddenly asked viciously, "Are you going to confess or not?" Liu Mei suppressed her fear and spat, then laboriously turned her face away and closed her eyes. Li Ziwu's expression changed drastically. He beckoned to Dong Liangui and several other agents, then grabbed Liu Mei's hair and pulled her face up. He slapped her pale face hard: "Open your eyes, you filthy bitch! I have something nice here to open your eyes!" Liu Mei's face burned, her lips trembling as she opened her tearful eyes, only to be stunned by what she saw.
In front of her was a large photograph, almost half her height, held up in front of her by a junior agent. The entire photograph was filled with a large, white, plump, and tender buttocks. Above her buttocks, in the center, was her delicate anus, the fine folds clearly visible. Most horrifyingly, a rough finger was inserted entirely inside. Below the hand, along the cleft of her buttocks, clearly visible pubic hairs, behind which were two open labia.
Liu Mei was stunned for a long time before recovering from her shock. From the conspicuous black mole on the white thigh in the detailed photograph, she recognized her own body. She had never seen her lower body so directly before, especially the image of a finger inserted into her anus, which made her so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. Li Ziwu saw Liu Mei's expression clearly. He magically produced another large photograph. This one made Liu Mei blush even more. The photograph showed a woman kneeling on the ground, completely naked, her hands cuffed behind her back, her buttocks raised high. Between her parted legs, a deep, fleshy slit lay open in a wanton manner, thick, grayish-white liquid like phlegm hanging from the entrance. The mucus gushing from inside and the fine grooves of the vaginal walls were clearly visible. What made Liu Mei most ashamed was that the photo showed the profile of a woman's face—it was her own.
She couldn't bear it any longer, desperately shaking her head to avoid looking at the photo, crying out, "No...you can't do this! Don't look..." Li Ziwu ignored her cries and produced another photo. This time, Liu Mei was kneeling on the ground with her legs spread, a large, bulging penis firmly inserted into her swollen vagina. Next was a full view of her breasts, even the nipples were clearly visible. There was also a photo of her anus bulging from the large penis, the folds around her anus stretched and flattened. Li Ziwu showed one photo after another piled on the floor. Liu Mei was forced to look up, crying uncontrollably in despair.
After showing the last photo, Li Ziwu walked up to Liu Mei, who was crying her eyes out, patted her face, and said, "Secretary Liu, you're so lewd!" "You know, the technical department printed three sets of these photos, they're in high demand! Lots of brothers are masturbating in front of them!" The thugs who had been stunned in the room burst into laughter. After they finished laughing, Li Ziwu pointed at Liu Mei and said, "This bitch won't confess, brothers, let's continue!" But to his surprise, this time all the agents in the room looked at each other, none of them as eager as before. The prolonged and continuous violence had even become unbearable for them. Seeing his men all exhausted and looking distressed, Li Ziwu shook his head helplessly. He glanced at his watch, thought for a moment, and ordered a junior agent to pick out a large photo and stick it on the wall opposite the torture rack, so that Liu Mei could see it as soon as she opened her eyes. In the photo, Liu Mei was lying on her back on the ground, her two plump, white thighs raised and spread wide. Her rounded anus, parted slits, glistening black pubic hair, high breasts, and her pretty face contorted in pain were all displayed between her thighs, forming a straight line that looked extremely lewd. He pulled Liu Mei's face up, pointed at the photo on the wall, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fine, you filthy bitch, I'll give you some time to think it over. If you don't confess, I'll make you regret being born a woman!" After saying that, he ordered the agents to untie Liu Mei, put a cheongsam on her, cuff her hands behind her back, throw her onto the bed, and then all of them left in a hurry.
When Hua Jianxiong woke up, the sun was already setting. He glanced at his watch; it was a few minutes to six. Whenever something important happened, he always woke up at the exact moment he was supposed to. He was quite proud of this. The lack of a phone call and no one knocking on the door meant there was no emergency. He called the doorman, and upon hearing that he had two letters, he immediately perked up and asked the doorman to bring them up. He rummaged through a pile of newspapers and found the two letters. One was from a friend in Nanjing, which he tossed aside without even reading it; the other was prominently signed "Peaceful Reconstruction of the National Assembly," and his eyes lit up—the message he had been waiting for had finally arrived. He tore open the envelope; inside was an invitation to a party in three days celebrating the birthday of some Japanese imperial family member. He didn't read the contents of the invitation but turned it to the back, where numerous ornate decorative patterns were printed, and in the center was a seven-character ancient poem he had never seen before. He read the poem three times, then took out an English dictionary, flipped through a few pages, and an address appeared in his mind. He thought for a moment; the place was in the British Concession. He nodded. He silently recited the address a few times, then put the dictionary away, opened the other letter, and tossed both letters onto the table. Hua Jianxiong picked up his prepared coat, took off the telephone receiver, opened the door, glanced back reluctantly, and turned to leave.
Hua Jianxiong greeted the doorman at the door and casually stepped out of the building. He walked leisurely a short distance, turned into a small restaurant he frequented, found a seat with his back to the wall and facing the window, ordered some simple food, and ate unhurriedly. This was a spot he had chosen long ago; from here, he could see everything around him, with almost no blind spots. He believed that, based on his experience, if he sat here for an hour, no one could escape his sight. Tonight's operation was a matter of life and death; he dared not be careless. He leisurely finished his meal, finding nothing suspicious. He got up, paid the bill, and hailed a rickshaw, instructing the driver to head towards the Bund. Choosing a rickshaw instead of a car was part of his plan; it made him a smaller target, easier to track, and easier to escape if anything happened.
Upon reaching the Bund, he got out and deliberately walked towards crowded areas. After wandering aimlessly for a while, he strolled to the entrance of the Star Cinema. He bought a ticket for the 8 PM showing and entered the Wing On Department Store. He strolled leisurely through the bustling department store, seemingly focused on the merchandise in the windows, but in reality, he was subtly observing the surrounding crowd. At a men's clothing counter, he casually bought a long coat and a sun hat. He checked his watch; it was almost 8 PM. So he quickly went downstairs and followed the crowd into the cinema.
Inside, Hua Jianxiong didn't sit in the seat indicated on his ticket but instead found an empty seat in a crowded area. As soon as the lights went out, he quietly moved to another empty seat he had already chosen. The movie started, but he paid no attention to what was playing on the screen. Using the music as cover, he unpacked his newly bought coat, draped it over the armrest of his chair, and leaned back to rest with his eyes closed. When the music for the end of the movie began, Hua Jianxiong opened his eyes precisely on time. He alertly scanned his surroundings, grabbed the coat draped beside him, and as soon as the lights came on, the people in the theater stood up. Hua Jianxiong followed suit, casually putting on his coat and disappearing into the chaotic crowd leaving the theater. It was completely dark outside, and faces were barely visible under the dim streetlights. A few hundred meters from the Star Cinema, Hua Jianxiong hailed a rickshaw parked on the roadside. He casually mentioned a destination and sped off into the darkness.
The rickshaw headed straight for the French Concession, circling around for a full half hour. Hua Jianxiong glanced at his luminous watch; the appointed time was almost up. He then gave a place name and headed back to the British Concession. The car stopped in front of a luxurious apartment building. Hua Jianxiong carefully checked the address, dismissed the driver, pushed open the door, and went straight to the third floor. At the second door next to the stairs, he saw the number he had silently recited countless times. He examined it briefly, then gently knocked once, the sound startling even himself. There was no response from inside. Without hesitation, Hua Jianxiong knocked twice more as agreed. The door opened silently, and Hua Jianxiong, seeing who had opened it for him, froze at the doorway.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-18 13:12

(Ninety-six)
To Hua Jianxiong's surprise, the person who opened the door for him was Yu Yun. Seeing him standing there in a daze, Yu Yun quickly pulled him inside and gently closed the door. Hua Jianxiong quickly surveyed the house; it was clearly Yu Yun's home. The house wasn't large, but it was warmly furnished. Compared to the ostentatious Xiao Hong's residence, this place exuded a delicate and gentle feminine atmosphere. He habitually looked around the house, inside and out, and seeing that only Yu Yun was there, without the agents he had expected to meet him, a look of doubt immediately appeared on his face. Yu Yun noticed the change in Hua Jianxiong's mood. She considerately invited him to sit on the sofa in the living room, brought him a cup of hot tea, and then sat down opposite him. She said to Hua Jianxiong with a serious expression, "Director Hua, after seeing you off this morning, I personally flew to headquarters and sent a super-urgent report of over a thousand words, relaying everything you said." These words immediately moved Hua Jianxiong deeply. He knew how dangerous it was to send a telegram of over a thousand words in broad daylight; it seemed this new subordinate was indeed very dedicated, risking everything for him. Yu Yun continued, "About an hour after the telegram was sent, we received instructions from headquarters that you should be on standby here from 11 PM onwards, and not leave until further orders are received." These words made Hua Jianxiong fall into deep thought. He glanced at Yu Yun and blurted out, "Does headquarters still hesitate about my withdrawal?"
Yu Yun stood up, took a beautifully packaged bottle of red wine and two sparkling crystal wine glasses from the glass cabinet next to her, and placed them on the coffee table in front of Hua Jianxiong. She opened the bottle, filled both glasses, handed one to Hua Jianxiong, picked up a glass for herself, sat down in a chair next to him, and looked into his eyes, saying, "Don't worry, Director Hua, no one at headquarters is sleeping right now. Orders will come soon." After saying that, she raised her glass and deliberately said in a light and playful tone, "Come on, cheers! To headquarters' sleepless night!" Hua Jianxiong was infected by Yu Yun's emotions, and also put aside his heavy worries. He raised his glass, clinked glasses with Yu Yun, and then drank it all in one gulp. Yu Yun poured Hua Jianxiong another drink, considerately urging him to sip slowly. She took a small sip herself, then smiled sweetly at him. Hua Jianxiong was touched by her radiant smile. They were sitting very close; he could hear her breathing clearly. Only then did Hua Jianxiong have the mind to carefully observe this new liaison officer he had only met that day. Having removed her white coat, Yu Yun was wearing loose-fitting home clothes, her shoulder-length hair loosely gathered behind her head, giving her a fresh and refined appearance. After a few sips of wine, Hua Jianxiong began to feel warm, only then noticing that he was still wearing his stiff new coat, which looked rather comical. He asked Yu Yun if he could take off his coat. Yu Yun joked that she had disliked the coat for a while, but hadn't dared to ask her superior to take it off. Hua Jianxiong laughed heartily, and simply took off his coat, leaving only his shirt, completely relaxing. For almost half a month, he had been constantly on the edge of his seat, even when he was fighting with women. Today, he could finally relax. As soon as he relaxed, the atmosphere in the room immediately lightened. Hua Jianxiong poured him some wine, and the two of them chatted about all sorts of things while sipping their red wine.
Hearing the distinct Hunan and Hubei accent in Yu Yun's Mandarin, Hua Jianxiong inquired about her background and how she joined the organization. Yu Yun didn't shy away from the question and recounted her story with composure. She was from Changsha, Hunan, and came from a prominent family. At the age of 16, she went to Japan with her elder brother to study medicine. However, after only a little over a year, the Shenyang Incident occurred, marking the beginning of the Japanese invasion of Northeast China. Faced with national crisis, she, barely 18, angrily interrupted her studies and returned to her hometown. After returning to China, she continued her studies at Xiangya Medical College. After graduating in the autumn of 1936, she married her fiancé, who was a regimental commander in the 36th Division of the National Revolutionary Army. Shortly after their marriage, the Japanese accelerated their pro-China stance, and her husband was ordered to the Shanghai-Nanjing front. She, through connections at her alma mater, became an intern at Xiangya Hospital, an affiliated hospital of the National Revolutionary Army in Shanghai. The Battle of Shanghai broke out, and the 36th Division was among the first to be deployed as a main force of the National Revolutionary Army. At the end of August that year, devastating news arrived: her husband had heroically sacrificed his life in battle. She was devastated and nearly followed her husband in death. She barely survived with the comfort and help of her colleagues at the hospital. She made up her mind then and there to avenge her husband at all costs. At that time, the battlefield situation was increasingly unfavorable for the Nationalist army, and many units and personnel were relocating inland. She approached Commander Song, her husband's former superior, and requested to join the army, to go to the battlefield and serve her country. Commander Song did not reply at the time, but a few days later she was invited to the Third War Zone Headquarters, where a tall officer received her. It was then that she joined the Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB). After joining the MIB, Yu Yun stayed in occupied Shanghai as instructed by headquarters, using her existing identity as a doctor to remain undercover. She also took advantage of a trip home to receive special agent training, becoming one of the MIB's undercover agents in Shanghai. However, for the next few years, the organization kept her in a dormant state, only receiving periodic training and not carrying out any missions.
Hua Jianxiong glanced at Yu Yun, whose face was flushed from drinking, and said, "It's truly remarkable that you've silently endured so much grief and pain while infiltrating the occupied zone for so many years!" Yu Yun's eyes reddened as she said, "Hearing news of my former classmates and colleagues shedding blood on the front lines, I'm so envious." Hua Jianxiong suddenly thought of Xiao Hong and Liu Mei, and softly replied, "Someone always has to sacrifice." Seeing his sudden somber mood, Yu Yun straightened her face, raised her back, and solemnly recited, "A soldier's duty is to obey!" Hua Jianxiong was taken aback, suddenly remembering that this line was indeed in the oath of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and that the tone did indeed resemble that of an old man leading the oath. Unexpectedly, Yu Yun couldn't help but burst out laughing first. Hua Jianxiong laughed along. Yu Yun's frankness moved him, and a joke had inadvertently brought them closer. He understood that Yu Yun was trying her best to comfort him, and he couldn't help but look at this female assistant, who was even younger than Xiao Hong, with new respect.
Before they knew it, a bottle of wine was empty, and the atmosphere in the room had become relaxed. It was past midnight. Hua Jianxiong asked anxiously, "When do you contact headquarters?" Yu Yun gestured towards the next room and said, "Once every hour." Just then, there was a knock on the door. Yu Yun put her index finger to her lips, signaling Hua Jianxiong to be quiet. There were two more knocks on the door. Yu Yun got up, turned off the living room light, and went to open the door. Hua Jianxiong, hidden in the shadows of the sofa, could clearly see what was happening at the doorway. The round-faced nurse who had received him at the hospital that morning had quietly entered. She had changed out of her nurse's uniform; she was slender, had a baby face, and looked like a student. Yu Yun didn't invite her in; the two stood in the hallway, talking quietly. After a few minutes, the nurse handed Yu Yun a paper bag and left as quietly as she had come.
Yu Yun locked the door and went back inside. She turned the light back on and said to Hua Jianxiong, "You know her, Ling Shujun, my assistant, the radio operator, she lives next door." Suddenly noticing Hua Jianxiong's expectant gaze, she smiled apologetically, sat down on the sofa opposite him, and looked him straight in the eye, saying solemnly, "Headquarters just sent word that the mole has been found—a former deputy director of the Sixth Division surnamed Xu. He confessed that he was seeking personal revenge, and his target was Sister Xiao." Hua Jianxiong listened quietly, not replying, but looking at her questioningly. Yu Yun understood his meaning, took a breath, and continued, "The scope of the leak has been thoroughly investigated; it only involves Sister Xiao's Shanghai station. Actually, the most dangerous part was the data stored at other stations in the same location, but none of them had any problems. This confirms Xu's confession. Headquarters has confirmed that no leaks have been found that threaten Director Hua's safety. Considering your important position, Director Dai personally decided that you should continue at No. 76." Hua Jianxiong frowned in thought. Although he was somewhat prepared for this decision, he still felt uneasy. He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, "What about Xiao Hong? And her subordinates?" Yu Yun smiled confidently, placing the large envelope that Ling Shujun had just given her in front of Hua Jianxiong, saying, "Actually, after headquarters learned of Sister Xiao and the others' arrest, they had already arranged a plan for handling the aftermath. The purpose of this morning's meeting was to convey this plan to you. However, you provided more important top-secret intelligence today, especially regarding headquarters' leaks and the Japanese army's new strategic movements. Headquarters has reconsidered all this intelligence and made significant adjustments to the aftermath plan. To completely eliminate the threat to your safety, they have decided to do everything in their power to rescue Sister Xiao." She paused intentionally, emphasizing each word, "The most crucial part of the rescue plan requires your personal implementation. Here are the relevant documents; please review and memorize them."
Hua Jianxiong was taken aback, unsure what Yu Yun meant by requiring him to personally implement the rescue of Xiao Hong. He eagerly took the envelope and carefully examined the documents inside. The first thing that caught his eye was an enlarged photograph—a birth certificate from Nanjing Maternity Hospital. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the name on the birth certificate was indeed Kitajima Shizuka, with the Chinese name He Xiaoyue specifically noted. Both parents were listed as Japanese. The following pages contained background information about the hospital. Yu Yun then whispered, "Everything has been arranged in Nanjing." Hua Jianxiong nodded. He knew that Xiao Hong had indeed visited Nanjing a few days prior, precisely after the ambassador's assassination attempt was reported. Yu Yun's words implied that if someone went to Nanjing to investigate, someone would confirm that Xiao Hong had indeed visited this hospital and seen the original birth certificate. Headquarters' intention was clear: to get Xiao Hong to admit her identity as a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and then use this birth certificate as intelligence to pass on to the Japanese. Hua Jianxiong thought about it and felt that this plan was flawless, protecting both Xiao Hong and himself, and should be able to pass. While inwardly marveling at the headquarters' efficiency, he also understood that the most crucial step in implementing this plan had to be taken by him. Someone needed to coordinate with Xiao Hong, and he was currently the only person who could possibly have contact with her.
At this moment, Yu Yun added, "Regarding the 76th Division, headquarters is working on something, and they'll make some moves within a few days to create conditions for your return as soon as possible." Hua Jianxiong felt a surge of warmth upon hearing this. He knew best that the Military Intelligence Bureau's 76th Division was currently in a temporary power vacuum. To truly make any moves, they needed to rely on other forces. Who could help the Military Intelligence Bureau with this? The Communist Party or the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics? One was the Military Intelligence Bureau's mortal enemy, the other its number one adversary. Could they possibly ask Nightingale for help? They'd have to be able to find them. He gently shook his head, feeling a little ridiculous. This was a problem for headquarters to consider; at this point, he had no time for idle thoughts. However, one thing was certain: Boss Dai had made the greatest effort to protect him. This moved him deeply.
Now that things had come to this point, he naturally had an inescapable responsibility for Xiao Hong's situation. He silently nodded, picked up the background information, and began to read it carefully. Oblivious to his surroundings, he repeatedly memorized the information in the materials. Not a single mistake could be made; this was Xiao Hong's life and his own future!
Yu Yun, having completed her task, was visibly relieved. While Hua Jianxiong was reviewing documents, she took another bottle of foreign liquor from the glass cabinet, changed the glass, added ice, and poured the liquor. Then she sat quietly beside him, watching him intently. Hua Jianxiong finished reading the documents, looked up, and met Yu Yun's gaze. She picked up a glass and handed it to Hua Jianxiong, then picked one up herself, playfully saying, "From today onwards, you're my boss. May I toast you?" She then raised her glass, lightly clinked it against his, and downed it in one gulp. Hua Jianxiong looked at her flushed face, then at the amber-colored liquor, and half-jokingly said, "You can't get drunk today, or you'll lose your head if you misremember this." Yu Yun playfully stuck out her tongue, snatched the glass from his hand, and drank it down in one gulp. Hua Jianxiong suddenly remembered something, glanced at his watch, and exclaimed, "Good heavens, it's already past two o'clock! I have to hurry back!
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-18 13:15

(Ninety-seven)
When Yu Yun heard that he was leaving, she shook her head seriously and said, "You can't leave tonight." After saying this, her face turned red. She blinked her big eyes and quickly explained, "Let's not talk about how dangerous it is to go out drunk in the middle of the night, you can't call a car now! It's so far, you can't walk back! So you can only stay here for the night and go back tomorrow morning when there are cars." Hua Jianxiong's heart pounded. The implication in those few words was too obvious. An impulse surged in his heart, and his tired body became restless. However, what Yu Yun said was true. He really couldn't leave now. Besides, he still had the most important task to complete. He thought for a moment and said to Yu Yun, "I need to take another look at the data to make sure everything is perfect. Don't worry about me for now." After saying that, he buried himself in the data.
After an unknown amount of time, Hua Jianxiong finally confirmed that he had thoroughly memorized the data and would not make any mistakes. When he put down the papers and looked up, he found the living room neatly tidied, but Yu Yun was nowhere to be seen. Then he noticed the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Thinking about it, it seemed like half a day had passed; Yu Yun was clearly taking a shower. The urge he had suppressed earlier was stirring again. He hadn't truly relaxed and enjoyed the company of his beloved woman for many days. Thinking about it, he involuntarily became erect. Although he had just met Yu Yun, her charm was in no way inferior to Xiao Hong or Liu Mei, and perhaps even more feminine. Moreover, she was completely at ease with him. These undercover intelligence agents lived on the edge of a knife every day; no one knew what tomorrow would bring, so it wouldn't be strange for a lone man and woman to meet and develop feelings for each other. Yu Yun leaving him in the living room and showering without any restraint was a signal. Hua Jianxiong felt a surge of desire.
As he was lost in thought, the bathroom door opened, and Yu Yun, now dressed in a bathrobe, emerged, drying her wet hair. Her smooth legs swayed alluringly. She stopped beside Hua Jianxiong and asked, "Director Hua, have you finished reviewing the documents?" Hua Jianxiong, inhaling the intoxicating scent of a mature woman's body mingled with soap and perfume, imagined the curvaceous, vibrant body before him encased in the loose bathrobe, and his heart began to flutter. Yu Yun seemed oblivious to Hua Jianxiong's changing emotions, casually sitting down beside him and turning to look him directly in the eye, questioning him. Hua Jianxiong nodded knowingly and handed her all the documents, along with the envelopes. Yu Yun solemnly took them, tidied the scattered documents, took out an iron basin from under the table, and placed all the documents inside. She squatted down, glanced back at Hua Jianxiong, saw him nod, and snapped a match to light it. Looking at the alluring back of the woman squatting on the ground with her slender waist and full hips, Hua Jianxiong's desire flared up like a fire in a basin. Yu Yun stood up and took the ashes to the bathroom to flush them away.
Hearing the rushing water from the bathroom, Hua Jianxiong couldn't contain himself any longer. As soon as she came out of the bathroom, he tentatively asked, "Dr. Yu, may I use your bathroom?" Yu Yun smiled sweetly and said, "Don't be so formal, just call me Yu Yun. You don't mind if I call you Jianxiong, do you?" Seeing her take the initiative, Hua Jianxiong was in a great mood and nodded repeatedly. The atmosphere in the room immediately became relaxed and comfortable. Yu Yun turned around, turned on the bathtub faucet, and opened the bathroom door, saying, "Jianxiong, I can tell you're very tired. I have some calming and refreshing bath liquid that a friend brought from England; it works really well. Don't be shy, take a hot bath here and relax. Come on, make yourself at home!" Hua Jianxiong was overjoyed and excitedly entered the bathroom. He saw that the bathtub was already more than half full of hot water, with a large amount of white foam floating on the surface, showing that she had already made her decision. He deliberately left the door ajar when he closed it. The bathroom was filled with warm steam and a strong feminine scent.
Hua Jianxiong excitedly took off his clothes, jumped into the warm water, and lay down comfortably. The water from the faucet caressed his skin, making him forget the bloody scenes that had filled his mind these past few days. His mind was blank; he tried not to think about anything and lay motionless in the water. After an unknown amount of time, he heard soft footsteps outside the door. Then someone gently knocked twice on the door. He deliberately didn't respond, remaining motionless and silent. The door opened, and Yu Yun, wearing a loose white bathrobe, peeked in, peering inquiringly into the bathtub. He quickly closed his eyes, held his breath, and buried himself in the thick foam. Seeing that he didn't move, Yu Yun, worried, came in and softly called, "Jianxiong!" He remained lying still. Yu Yun was genuinely worried and leaned over to examine his face. The bathtub was filled with foam, and only his head was visible above the water. Hua Jianxiong stole a glance, and through the open robe, his high breasts and the bulging black bra were vaguely visible. Yu Yun held onto the edge of the bathtub with one hand, her entire upper body leaning over it; he could even feel her soft breathing. Suddenly, a large hand shot out from under the foam and grabbed Yu Yun's slender waist. Yu Yun jumped back in surprise, a corner of her loose bathrobe lifted, revealing her fair shoulders. She cried out, "Jianxiong! No, let go!" Hua Jianxiong wouldn't let go, reaching out his other hand to pull her arm. In the chaos, the sash of Yu Yun's bathrobe came undone, the loose garment sliding down her smooth body to the floor. Yu Yun shyly hugged her arms to protect her chest, but Hua Jianxiong grabbed her slender waist and pulled
her sharply. With a splash, water sprayed everywhere, and Yu Yun fell into the bathtub, caught in Hua Jianxiong's embrace. Yu Yun struggled a couple of times before stopping, lying quietly in Hua Jianxiong's arms, panting. Hua Jianxiong adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable. He held the soft body in his arms tighter, kissing her fair neck and cheeks. Suddenly, a warm face turned towards him, and a hot, soft mouth met his. Two gentle arms wrapped around Hua Jianxiong's body, their embrace growing tighter, and the two kissed passionately. Hua Jianxiong skillfully fumbled to unhook the tight bra, then reached out and pulled the thin strip of fabric away from between their tightly pressed breasts. The soft, smooth mounds of flesh slid against his chest, and his emotions surged uncontrollably. He thrust his tongue into Yu Yun's mouth, forcefully pressing it against hers, then swirling it around until their tongues intertwined. Hua Jianxiong's pent-up desire was released all at once; his erect penis grew larger and harder, pressing between Yu Yun's legs, pressing against her crotch, separated from her burning vulva only by a thin layer of cotton fabric. He rubbed back and forth a few times, clearly feeling Yu Yun's body tremble, her arms tightening their grip. He reached out and grabbed her small panties, and Yu Yun cooperated by lifting her body slightly, the remaining small piece of fabric sliding down her smooth thighs to some unknown place. Finally, they were naked before each other.
Yu Yun raised one leg and wrapped it around Hua Jianxiong's waist, her thick pubic hair rubbing against his lower abdomen, sending shivers down his spine. Hua Jianxiong used his mouth forcefully, sucking Yu Yun's tongue into his mouth, and she moaned softly. Hua Jianxiong pulled his penis back, then thrust his right leg between her two smooth thighs, pushing forward with force. His large glans accurately parted her already erect labia, pressing against the entrance. Yu Yun's buttocks sank down, and her thick, long penis was immediately sucked into her warm vagina. The thick, hard penis parted the tight vaginal walls, sliding along the slippery opening, reaching the very end in the blink of an eye. Yu Yun had clearly not had intercourse with a man for a long time; she clung tightly to Hua Jianxiong's waist, her nails digging into his flesh. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, her thighs clenched tightly, the walls of her vagina contracting rhythmically and powerfully, waves of heat rushing through Hua Jianxiong's body. The bathtub churned instantly, two bodies, one deep and one shallow, intertwined tightly. After an unknown amount of time, both fell still, every muscle in their bodies taut, clinging to each other as if they had become one.
(Ninety-eight)
Liu Mei curled up on the bed, her body reeking of a foul stench, sticky and covered in hard white scabs, even her nose and mouth were coated with thick crusts. She had endured the most humiliating moment and the most severe ordeal of her life. She couldn't tell how long Li Ziwu and his men had ravaged her, or how many men had entered her body. Those scoundrels must have raped her countless times. Her vagina and anus had been penetrated countless times by men's thick, hard penises. They had even deliberately ejaculated their foul-smelling semen on her breasts, mouth, and face for their own amusement. Later, when they were too tired to continue, they abandoned her here. Now, her whole body felt like it was falling apart, aching inside and out. Her lower body, which had previously been numb and devoid of feeling, was now throbbing with pain. She felt like she was about to die. She wanted to stand up, but her body was limp, as if she had no bones, and no part of her body would obey her commands. But she had to get up because she was bursting to urinate; her bladder felt like it was about to burst. She hadn't drunk any water since yesterday, nor had she urinated. They hadn't given her food or water, but had filled her stomach with semen. When she was hung on the rack, the foul-smelling substance seemed to flow from her throat like water from a full bottle. Now, all that liquid seemed to have gathered down there. She needed to urinate, or she would go crazy. But she didn't want to just wet the bed. Although the men had already tormented her beyond recognition, she couldn't bear to relieve herself like a pig. She wasn't livestock. Her hands, cuffed behind her back, made it difficult for her to maintain her balance, and her legs felt weak, as if they couldn't support her weight. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, and with all her might, she managed to slide off the bed. Looking up, in the almost complete darkness, she glimpsed a large photograph on the opposite wall, faintly glowing. It showed a white, blurry image, which she couldn't make out clearly, but vaguely felt it was related to her. She vaguely remembered that they had shown her many obscene photos, trying to break her mentally. They were wasting their efforts. She cherished her dignity, but she wouldn't surrender to them out of shame.
The chamber pot was in the corner, only a few steps away, but those few steps felt like an insurmountable distance. She took a step with difficulty, the pain in her lower body almost bringing tears to her eyes. It felt like a red-hot stick was stuck in her lower body, burning with pain. Her anus felt like it was being stung by countless wasps, the pain making her tremble all over. It was probably torn apart from the endless thrusting of so many thick, hard penises. Her labia must have been swollen and deformed, and even the slightest movement felt like being rubbed with coarse sandpaper. She finally understood why so many female prisoners walked differently soon after entering No. 76, all seemingly devoid of shame, even when naked in front of men, they would spread their legs and move forward. Even a well-bred, strong female Communist Party member like Zhou Xueping was no exception. She truly had no choice in the matter. She shuffled along the wall, legs spread, taking countless steps until she finally reached the corner. Leaning against the wall, she slowly sat down on the toilet. Her lower body, impatient and eager, released the urine she had been holding back for so long. Suddenly, she felt as if she had been burned, nearly collapsing to the ground. A burning pain shot from her lower body to her chest, and she almost suffocated. The sound of urine hitting the wooden tub jolted her back to reality, and she slumped onto the toilet, tears streaming down her face. She knew this hellish ordeal might have only just begun. Suddenly, the world spun, and she lost consciousness.
When Li Ziwu, along with Dong Liangui and his thugs, opened the door to the interrogation room/cell, they were shocked. The filthy bed was empty; Liu Mei was gone. They quickly turned on all the lights and found Liu Mei lying on the wet floor beside the toilet, the bottom half of her tattered cheongsam completely soaked. Several agents rushed forward and pulled Liu Mei up. She struggled to open her eyes and involuntarily groaned. Li Ziwu lewdly lifted her cheongsam and peeked inside, pinching her cheek and asking, "Secretary Liu, you slept well, didn't you! Don't want a man this time, huh? Have you thought it through? I think you should just confess!" Liu Mei mustered her courage and looked him straight in the eye without flinching, saying, "I'm not a Communist, you've got it wrong." Li Ziwu sneered, "You little slut, you still haven't learned your lesson. Looks like I wasn't lenient enough. I'll have to enlighten you! This time I won't hold back. Think it over before you regret it!" With that, he ordered, "Get Secretary Liu ready!" Several agents immediately and hastily unlocked Liu Mei's handcuffs, unbuttoned her cheongsam, and threw it on the ground. Liu Mei struggled and screamed, "Li Ziwu, you scum! You'll die a horrible death!" Li Ziwu smiled as he watched Liu Mei stripped naked, pointing to a heavy iron chair and saying, "Let's see who dies first! Get her over there!" The agents swarmed forward, handcuffed Liu Mei's naked arms behind her back, and shoved her onto the cold iron chair amidst her incessant cursing.
Li Ziwu slowly walked up to Liu Mei, and immediately two junior agents pulled her legs apart. Liu Mei struggled desperately, but under the pull of four strong arms, she was forced to completely expose her lower body, allowing them to tie her ankles tightly to the chair legs. Li Ziwu bent down triumphantly; Liu Mei's legs were completely open, and her exposed genitals, like those of all the female prisoners who had been in No. 76 for several days, were swollen and red. Under his lewd gaze, Liu Mei tried her best to straighten her back, her thighs instinctively squeezing together. But since her feet were tied to the chair legs, it was no use. She gritted her teeth and lowered her head. Li Ziwu stretched out both hands, shamelessly groping Liu Mei's lower body and breasts while shaking his head and sighing, "Look, look! This is the famous beauty of 76, our sexy and lovely Secretary Liu! What a pity!" He brazenly pried open Liu Mei's labia and probed inside with his fingers, saying, "Secretary Liu, haven't you had enough of being fucked by men yet? You've seen it with your own eyes, you know. Here, women who don't confess will suffer terribly! They'll end up like Zhou Xueping!"
Hearing him mention Zhou Xueping, Liu Mei's rounded shoulders trembled slightly. Seeing her reaction, Li Ziwu smiled with satisfaction and said, "How about it, remember anything? It's not too late to confess now." Seeing Liu Mei remain silent, Li Ziwu turned to his thugs and said, "Secretary Liu probably doesn't understand how serious the consequences of being stubborn will be. You guys take a look at her!" Liu Mei's heart pounded wildly at his words; she remembered those photos. Several agents who arrived at the sound brought in a large mirror that had been prepared beforehand and placed it in front of her. Liu Mei panicked and quickly lowered her head. Dong Liangui grabbed her hair and forced her to look up at the mirror. Liu Mei was forced to look directly at the mirror and saw a naked woman in it. She was secretly shocked and couldn't believe it was her. Between her widely spread thighs was a tangled mess of wormwood, stuck together by something, grayish-white, its original color indistinguishable. Underneath the wormwood, a small purplish-red mound was visible, with a bright red slit in the middle, shamelessly open. Around the slit and on her thighs, there were patches of white filth. The woman's breasts were very prominent, two large, round, white breasts hanging from her chest, the tender white flesh interspersed with bluish-purple spots, a shocking sight. What pierced her heart the most was that face. She stared at her face in the mirror, repeatedly asking herself, "Is that me?" Her face had completely lost its former beauty and elegance. Her once-beautiful eyes had lost their sparkle, as if even opening them was a struggle. A patch of dried white phlegm clung to her high, straight nose, as if someone had spat on it, making her look like a pathetic clown. Her once fresh, cherry-like lips were dry and chapped, with large patches of grime at the corners, surrounded by a ring of white frost, obscuring even the original skin color of her chin. Liu Mei felt utterly hopeless, and closed her eyes in anguish.
Li Ziwu pointed at the large, white photograph on the opposite wall and leered sinisterly, "Look! How about that? Didn't expect that, did you? You've changed so much in just one day! You're no longer the cold beauty, Secretary Liu, you are! If you don't confess, I guarantee you'll suffer even more!" He paused, secretly observing Liu Mei's reaction, and continued, "What, you think I'm just trying to scare you? I'll show you how terrible it is for a woman who doesn't cooperate with me!" He turned and ordered, "Go, bring her here!" Someone immediately opened the door and ran out. Liu Mei's heart jumped, wondering what he was up to now. Suddenly, a piercing sound came from afar, approaching her eardrums. The sound moved with a heavy, slow rhythm, sounding so heart-wrenching. She recognized it—the clanging of heavy iron chains scraping against the stone floor. She suddenly thought of the Zhou Xueping sisters, who had suffered cruel torture, and felt a sharp pain in her heart. The sound of the shackles moving grew closer and closer, and soon they were right beside her. She even felt her heart tremble slightly. She heard Li Ziwu cough triumphantly, followed by a large hand grabbing her hair and pulling her face up. Two eagle-like eyes stared at her sinisterly and said, "Your leader is here. I advise you not to imitate her!" Liu Mei's heart clenched. She realized what despicable thing Li Ziwu was about to do. Sure enough, with a loud bang as the door opened, amidst a flurry of footsteps, she clearly recognized the harsh sound of shackles approaching her cell door. She painfully opened her eyes and saw Huang Keji standing at the cell door. Behind him, several agents pushed in a woman who was barely clothed and covered in wounds.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-18 13:24

(Ninety-nine)
The woman brought in was Zhou Xueping, whom she hadn't seen for two days. She wore heavy handcuffs and shackles, her tattered cheongsam hastily draped over her shoulders, her battered body barely visible beneath the tattered fabric. Two burly agents held her down; she stood weakly, unsteady on her feet, yet stubbornly resisted being dragged along, laboriously inching her way into the cell amidst the heavy clanking of the shackles. Liu Mei's heart ached at the sight; she hated herself for failing to protect her. Clearly, Li Ziwu was using this meeting to find weaknesses in her. She knew that to save Zhou Xueping and herself, the most important thing was to remain calm and prevent Li Ziwu's scheme from succeeding. She struggled to control her emotions, lowering her head and calmly awaiting what might happen. Li
Ziwu swaggered over to Zhou Xueping, feigning surprise as he examined her horribly tortured body, clicking his tongue in disbelief. He shook his head hypocritically, pointing to Liu Mei, who was naked and handcuffed to an iron chair nearby, and said, "Miss Zhou, you've suffered. Why did you do this? Look, even if you hadn't said anything, we'd still have Miss Feng here! So if you're smart, you'd better cooperate with us." As he spoke, he stared intently at Zhou Xueping's face with his hawk-like eyes, carefully observing even the slightest change in her expression. Liu Mei's heart pounded. Li Ziwu had finally resorted to his insidious scheme; if Zhou Xueping wasn't careful, she would fall into his trap. Both of them would fall into an abyss of no return. She nervously glanced at Zhou Xueping out of the corner of her eye. She saw Zhou Xueping slowly raise her head, glance casually in her direction, then turn away expressionlessly, saying in a weak but firm voice, "I don't know anything about 'Feng'."
Liu Mei silently breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart immediately tightened again. Sure enough, a muffled "slap" rang out as Li Ziwu, enraged, slapped Zhou Xueping across the face, yelling, "Die-hard Communist! Give her a taste of her own medicine!" Huang Keji, sensing the danger, led several agents forward, quickly stripping Zhou Xueping of her only covering—a tattered cheongsam. Zhou Xueping remained motionless, head bowed, letting the agents strip her naked without any reaction. Li Ziwu gestured and directed the agents to hang the stripped Zhou Xueping, spread-eagle, on the rack opposite Liu Mei.
Li Ziwu stepped forward and lifted Zhou Xueping's face, pinching one of her swollen, bruised breasts hard twice. Zhou Xueping trembled in pain, hissing and gasping for breath. Li Ziwu raised his chin, and Dong Liangui immediately understood, grabbing Liu Mei's hair and abruptly pulling her face up. Li Ziwu gripped Zhou Xueping's chin, turning her face towards Liu Mei, and twisted her breast forcefully with his other hand, saying smugly, "Secretary Zhou, seeing Miss Feng like this makes you feel sorry for her, doesn't it?" Zhou Xueping glanced at him without flinching, gave a contemptuous snort, and calmly closed her bloodshot eyes. Enraged, Li Ziwu grabbed Zhou Xueping's cheeks with one hand and shook her violently, while his other hand pinched her already bruised breasts, screaming hysterically, "Speak... are you fucking mute?!" Zhou Xueping's muscles trembled with pain, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent.
Li Ziwu, his face flushed with anxiety, glanced around frantically. Seeing this, Huang Keji, standing nearby, immediately stepped forward obsequiously, grabbing Zhou Xueping's hair to free Li Ziwu's hands. Li Ziwu shook his aching hand, looking at Zhou Xueping's clenched teeth, his lips twitching slightly. Just as he was at a loss, Huang Keji, seeing his expression, preemptively shouted at Zhou Xueping, "I saw the information Feng sent you with my own eyes. Tell me, is it this woman?" Zhou Xueping let out a soft breath, her muscles relaxing completely. She slowly opened her eyes, not even glancing at Huang Keji, but instead giving Li Ziwu a mocking look, a slight sneer on her lips.
Huang Keji realized he'd let something slip and his face immediately turned pale. He grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair, lowered his head, and stepped aside, remaining silent. Zhou Xueping, naked and covered in blood, hung on the rack, a disdainful smile on her face. Li Ziwu, seeing this, was furious. He placed two fingers of his free right hand together, reached between Zhou Xueping's open legs, roughly parted her swollen and shiny labia, and viciously inserted both of his large fingers into her vagina. Zhou Xueping shuddered, her eyes involuntarily revealing a look of pain. Li Ziwu pinched Zhou Xueping's lower abdomen with his thumb, while his index and middle fingers, inserted into her vagina, twisted and thrashed wildly, drawing blood. Zhou Xueping's legs, tightly bound to the rack, snapped straight. Her toes, their nails ripped off, dug desperately inward, the insteps taut, veins bulging, her high breasts heaving violently. Her head was gripped tightly by Huang Keji, almost immobilizing her, her pearly white teeth biting her chapped lips. A pitiful groan escaped through her teeth. Li Ziwu twisted her wrists with both hands, yelling like a mad dog, "Speak! Do you know her?!" Zhou Xueping's lips trembled, her face pale, and she shook her head with difficulty, low moans escaping her throat. Seeing the enemy's inhuman brutality and Zhou Xueping's unbearable suffering, Liu Mei's heart ached as if being scratched by a cat. She almost couldn't help but struggle to her feet and curse Li Ziwu. But when she noticed Li Ziwu's cunning little eyes constantly scanning her and Zhou Xueping's faces, her mind cleared considerably. She knew that any impulsive action at this moment would only harm herself and Zhou Xueping. Suppressing her grief, she feigned fear, forcefully turning her face away, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing Zhou Xueping's body growing weaker and her moans softer, Li Ziwu realized his carefully crafted scheme was about to fail. Enraged, he instinctively searched his surroundings. Suddenly, he saw a brazier spitting flames beside the rack, behind which stood a row of branding irons of varying thickness and shape. His eyes lit up, and he gritted his teeth, pulling his fingers from Zhou Xueping's lower body. His entire right hand was stained red, crimson blood dripping onto the ground, blooming into small flowers of blood. Li Ziwu reached out and grabbed two iron rods, each twice the thickness of a thumb. He casually shoved one into the brazier and pressed the other against Zhou Xueping's bloodied vaginal opening. Zhou Xueping shuddered. Her lower body had been mutilated beyond recognition during the brutal torture. One labia was almost completely torn off, leaving only a small remnant of flesh covered in purplish-black scabs. The other labia were riddled with large needle marks; the once soft, curled labia were swollen and erect, still glistening with droplets of blood. Her entire vulva was bluish-purple and shiny, swollen like a small bun. The hard iron rod touched her swollen, sensitive flesh, and a cold, stinging sensation quickly spread throughout her body.
Zhou Xueping instinctively squeezed her legs together, but realizing she couldn't move an inch, she took a deep breath and bit her lip tightly. Seeing Zhou Xueping's defiant expression, Li Ziwu's face turned pale with anger. He cursed, "You bitch, I'll make you hard!" With a forceful thrust of his wrist, he shoved the blunt iron rod into Zhou Xueping's ravaged vagina. Zhou Xueping let out a muffled groan, her muscles trembling violently, her limbs shaking uncontrollably. Her head, which had been held down, thrashed wildly, almost slipping from Huang Keji's grasp. The thick, hard iron rod was mostly inside her bloodied lower body. Seeing he couldn't push any further, Li Ziwu stared at Zhou Xueping's face, contorted with pain, with bloodshot eyes. He twisted his wrist, turning the rod more than halfway. Zhou Xueping's head snapped back, letting out a bloodcurdling scream. Blood flowed down the iron rod.
Liu Mei could no longer hold back. She struggled desperately, tears streaming down her face, crying out, "Li Ziwu...you beast...you wicked devil...Waaah...stop...stop!" Li Ziwu actually stopped, turned around, and lifted Liu Mei's face, saying sinisterly, "What's wrong, Secretary Liu? Are you heartbroken? Are you scared? Then confess!" Liu Mei screamed at him desperately, "Li Ziwu, you're lying...you're forcing a confession...I want to see Jian Xiong, I want to see Boss Zhou!" Li Ziwu trembled with rage, slapping Liu Mei across the face, then turned and gripped the blood-soaked iron rod again. He was like a madman, his hand trembling with rage, veins bulging. With a sudden twist of his wrist, the iron rod spun violently inside the bloody orifice. Zhou Xueping trembled like a leaf, her face turning deathly pale, large beads of sweat streaming down her face. Blood flowed out, staining Li Ziwu's hands red. Zhou Xueping gasped for breath, her mouth agape, emitting heart-wrenching screams of agony. Li Ziwu, as if possessed, kept twirling the iron bar in his hand while yelling like a mad dog, "Tell me! Have you seen her...have you seen her!" Zhou Xueping's screams grew fainter, her tense muscles relaxed, and her tightly bound limbs twitched a few times in vain before ceasing to move. Huang Keji's hand, gripping her hair, trembled. He desperately pulled Zhou Xueping's face up, revealing beads of sweat glistening in the lamplight, her purplish-red, cracked lips trembling violently. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Li Ziwu realized something. He seemed to have grasped at a straw, freeing one bloodied hand to grab Zhou Xueping's face and demanding, "Speak! Have you seen her?!" Zhou Xueping took a deep breath, her body went limp, and she lowered her head, saying in a barely audible voice, "Yes."
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-18 13:27

(One Hundred and Zero)
Liu Mei's heart skipped a beat, as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her head. Li Ziwu immediately beamed. He loosened his grip slightly, signaling a nearby agent to take a statement, then pressed on relentlessly, "Tell me quickly, where did you meet? Who is she? Tell me! I'll let you go... and your sister too!" He carefully pulled the bloodied iron rod stuck in Zhou Xueping's lower body and threw it to the ground with a thud. Zhou Xueping's chest heaved as she exhaled a long, labored breath. She glanced at Liu Mei not far away, her throat hissing. She paused, as if gathering her strength, before saying, word by word, "In...your traitorous...section chief's...office...the two of them...are...a pair of...adulters..." She finished, staring at Li Ziwu with a mocking gaze, and then uttered three words in a clear, contemptuous voice: "Dogs bite dogs."
Li Ziwu was stunned by this unexpected "confession," unable to process it for a long time, frozen in place. Liu Mei, however, felt a surge of warmth. Zhou Xueping, after enduring such inhuman torture, remained conscious, protecting herself without regard for the consequences. Liu Mei couldn't hold back any longer; hot tears blurred her vision again, and she sobbed uncontrollably.
Li Ziwu froze for a few seconds before finally reacting. His triangular eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, his lips trembled, and his face turned a deep liver color. Zhou Xueping, hanging in front of him, was motionless like a dead person, blood gushing from her bare thighs bound to the rack. Li Ziwu felt as if he had stepped into thin air and fallen off a cliff, breaking out in a cold sweat. His carefully planned scheme had completely failed, and he might even lose Zhou Xueping's life. Zhou Xueping was a wanted criminal; he couldn't afford to lose this crucial piece of leverage, and he couldn't bear the responsibility if she died. His heart sank to the very bottom, but he couldn't give up so easily. Although this meticulously planned confrontation hadn't yielded any useful clues from Zhou Xueping, he couldn't give up now. At the very least, he had to use Zhou Xueping's bloodied body to intimidate Liu Mei. Thinking this, he gritted his teeth, grabbed another red-hot iron bar from the brazier, and thrust it into Zhou Xueping's wide-open, blood-flowing vulva.
"Ah...ya..." Zhou Xueping's heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the cell. She jerked her head back, veins bulging on her neck and forehead, her limbs, spread wide, seemed to be pulled by some immense force, twisting violently, causing the heavy torture rack to creak and groan. With a long, muffled hiss, a plume of bloody smoke rose from Zhou Xueping's lower body; the foot-long iron bar was mostly inserted into her vagina. The bleeding stopped. Zhou Xueping struggled a few times, then her body went limp, her head drooping to her chest, and she fainted. The small cell was filled with a choking stench and immense fear; several agents turned away, unable to bear the horrific scene before them.
"No...stop...stop it..." Liu Mei cried out twice before trembling all over and sobbing uncontrollably, her voice hoarse from crying as if she had gone mad. She desperately tried to turn her head away from Zhou Xueping's heartbreaking state, but several agents held her shoulders tightly. Li Ziwu released the limp Zhou Xueping, took a step forward, grabbed Liu Mei's hair, and forced her face forward, directly facing the horrific scene not far away. He shouted like a madman, "Speak! You fucking talk now! If you don't talk, I'll brand you to death!" Seeing her closest comrade-in-arms and most respected superior suffering such inhuman torture to protect her, Liu Mei trembled all over, whimpering and closing her eyes in pain.
Suddenly, a piercing pain shot through her scalp, and her body was dragged up by several large hands. Li Ziwu grabbed Liu Mei's hair, dragged her off the iron chair without a second thought, and forcibly pulled her in front of Zhou Xueping, pressing her head under Zhou Xueping's spread thighs. Her forehead almost touched Zhou Xueping's bloodied and mangled thigh. A pungent stench filled Liu Mei's nostrils, choking her and causing her to cough and nearly suffocate. The mutilated labia, the swollen, bluish-purple mound, and the opening of the fleshy orifice, still slowly emitting wisps of smoke from the tightly gripped, hot iron rod were vividly before her eyes. A surge of heat and a sour feeling welled up in her heart, churning in her stomach and rising to her throat. She desperately suppressed the surging stomach acid, dry heaving a few times, her face turning bluish-purple, but she finally managed not to vomit. But her consciousness, like her vision, grew increasingly blurred. Seeing Liu Mei's teary eyes and dazed expression, Li Ziwu saw an opportunity. He grabbed Liu Mei's hair and brought her face close to Zhou Xueping's gruesome lower body, her nose almost touching the bloodied, erect labia. As he slowly pulled the still-smoking iron bar, which reeked of blood, out of his hand, he said viciously to Liu Mei, "You filthy bitch, take a good look! This is what happens when you're stubborn and don't see the consequences!" He suddenly felt the weight in his hand become much heavier. Upon closer inspection, he saw that Liu Mei had fainted, tears streaming down her face.
Liu Mei was awakened by a sharp pain in her chest. She was now hanging in a V-shape from the same rack where Zhou Xueping had been hung. Li Ziwu stood before her, twisting her nipples cruelly. Seeing her awake, Li Ziwu grinned maliciously and said, "What, too scared to look? Afraid? If you don't confess, I'll torture you like that female communist! I'll burn your pussy and asshole raw!" "No...no..." Liu Mei cried out in terror, her tear-streaked face showing a pitiful expression of fear. Li Ziwu's heart sank completely. He had seen plenty of communists; he was confident he could tell the real from the fake at a glance. He almost believed Liu Mei wasn't that Feng; she was indeed different from female communists like the Zhou Xueping sisters. But he had no way out now. Regardless of whether Liu Mei was a communist or not, he had to force her to confess, even if it meant torture, or he would die a horrible death. The problem was, he knew in his heart that he couldn't really subject Liu Mei to the same bloody torture he'd used on Zhou Xueping as he'd threatened. He cursed Ding Mocun, that old fox, inwardly. It seemed his only hope lay in those unspeakable forms of female torture. If he couldn't break through her physical limits, he'd find a way to break through her psychological limits.
Li Ziwu grabbed Liu Mei's hair and pulled her up, then held up a black iron rod stained with Zhou Xueping's blood, threateningly saying, "You filthy bitch, take a good look. If you don't confess, I'll use this to torture you to death!" He paused, observing Liu Mei's reaction, then softened his tone slightly, saying, "Think about what Zhou Xueping was like when she first came in? What a horrible sight she is now? And think about what you were like yesterday, and what you are like today? If you remain stubborn, I'll make you become like Zhou Xueping... I'll make sure you can never be a woman again!" Liu Mei shuddered, stopped crying, and screamed wildly, "Li Ziwu, you're not human! You're beasts! Let me see..." Dong Lianggui, seeing Liu Mei's incessant crying, rushed forward, grabbed her hair, and raised his hand to strike her. Li Ziwu's eyes darted around, and he grabbed Liu Mei's hand, feigning concern, saying, "Don't rush, Secretary Liu is probably still shaken and not quite calm." He turned to Liu Mei and said, "But it's alright, we have plenty of time. Secretary Liu can take her time to think it over." He beckoned Dong Liangui over and instructed, "Let Secretary Liu think it over slowly, and don't just stand around doing nothing. Secretary Liu's hands are busy, so help her tidy up. Aren't you heartbroken to see such a beautiful woman like this?" Dong Liangui understood, beaming and nodding repeatedly, "Yes, sir! Yes, sir!"
The agents brought over several buckets of cold water and splashed them onto Liu Mei's naked body. Liu Mei hung her head, motionless, letting them do as they pleased. Dong Liangui reached down to her crotch, grabbed her dirty pubic hair, and began to rub it roughly. Li Ziwu peeked out and said sinisterly, "Why bother with that? That thing is too much of a nuisance. Why don't you help Secretary Liu and let that little slut see the light of day, to have a full-on display of her nakedness with everyone!" Liu Mei, terrified, looked up pitifully and cried out, "No...no...ah!" The agents burst into shameless laughter and began to grope her. Several large hands rushed to her crotch, and when the first wave of excruciating pain shot through her, Liu Mei was already sobbing uncontrollably. The real pain came from the depths of her heart. In this building, she had once been a proud princess, almost everyone fawning over her. Those lowly, despicable men could only dream of touching her. And now, she was being stripped naked and violated at their whim. She was hanging naked before them, forced to spread her legs and expose her most intimate parts to them. They even wanted to pluck her pubic hair, using such a despicable method to humiliate her. She felt excruciating pain. Liu Mei had always cherished her pubic hair like her beautiful hair, even more so. Her hair was for everyone to see, but her pubic hair was reserved only for the man she loved. Jianxiong, in particular, was fascinated by her pubic hair, often deliberately messing it up and then smoothing it out strand by strand, sometimes even kissing or licking it when the mood struck. They both found these moments incredibly enjoyable. So she meticulously groomed her pubic hair every day, just like she would her beautiful hair. Now these scoundrels were going to remove all her pubic hair, plucking it out strand by strand. She might never grow pubic hair again. She was truly heartbroken. But she had no choice; these shameless men ignored her cries and were determined to humiliate her in this cruel way. She had witnessed many female prisoners' agonizing cries as their pubic hair was plucked during torture, and now she truly understood how cruel this form of torture was. She knew their aim was to psychologically break her, and she absolutely could not yield.
They plucked her pubic hair while wantonly humiliating her, and some even repeatedly inserted their fingers into her vagina and anus. Suddenly, an agent grabbed her suspended arm and fiddled with her armpit hair, shouting, "This bitch has quite a bit of hair under her arms, let's just pluck it all out!" Li Ziwu glanced at it and nodded with a smile, "Good idea, let Secretary Liu be completely naked, let's see if she confesses!" After a burst of lewd laughter, two thugs came forward, grabbed her armpit hair, and started pulling it down. Liu Mei instinctively twisted her body, struggling in vain, but her breasts were immediately gripped tightly by two large hands, and her body was completely immobilized. She could only obediently submit to their manipulation. Time seemed to freeze. Liu Mei endured the shameless humiliation of these scoundrels, wishing she could die immediately, wishing time would stop forever.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but finally, the agents surrounding Liu Mei stood up. Almost every one of them held a tuft of dark hair, some carefully wrapped in paper and stuffed into their pockets. Liu Mei hung there, trembling, crying uncontrollably. Li Ziwu looked her up and down, left and right. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, and the other agents joined in. Liu Mei trembled, painfully closing her eyes and lowering her head. But they wouldn't allow her to escape. A large hand pulled her head up, and a huge mirror was lifted to her feet. In the mirror, she saw with dread that her parted thighs were completely bare. Below her flat stomach, the once lush pubic hair was gone, replaced by a flat plain, the cleft and groin clearly visible. Her swollen labia resembled two small, purplish-red hills, with a deep crevice between them. At the end of the crevice was her slightly swollen anus, a round opening like a small well. Even the armpits beneath her raised arms were bare. She was completely stripped naked, without a single shred of covering her body; the men's lecherous gazes were completely on her. These gazes were constantly violating her. She closed her eyes in despair and let out a long sigh. No matter how humiliating, the worst was over. But she was wrong. Li Ziwu spoke again: "Old Dong, where's the camera? Take a picture of Secretary Liu." "My God, why are they so cruel?" Liu Mei could no longer cry out; her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
What jolted Liu Mei from her boundless numbness was Li Ziwu's sinister voice: "Secretary Liu, have you thought it through? It's not too late to confess now, you're still a woman. If you continue to be stubborn, there will be no going back." Accompanied by his triumphant expression, his two thick, hard fingers caressed her completely exposed and exposed vulva. Liu Mei gritted her teeth, laboriously raised her head, and without even looking at him, shook her head, panting, and whispered, "I'm not Feng!" Li Ziwu suddenly inserted two fingers into her swollen vagina, twisting them hard twice, and said, "Secretary Liu, you're very strong. But do you know how many men want to rape you? Do you know how many men can rape you? If you don't know, you'd better confess now. Otherwise, you'll regret it when you confess after being raped to pieces by men!" Seeing that Liu Mei didn't react to his words, he pulled out his fingers, wiped them with a piece of paper, and said, "Fine, now I'll see just how strong your endurance really is." After saying that, he turned around and opened an iron box on the table against the wall, taking out a dark object from it. He held the object, full of lewd and murderous intent, in front of Liu Mei: "You filthy bitch, you can taste this!" Liu Mei laboriously looked up and couldn't help but turn pale. It was a rubber rod about the thickness of a child's arm, and about two feet long. It was covered with countless round bumps, and an electric wire was attached to the back of the rod: it was clearly an electric dildo!
Li Ziwu turned on the power, and the ugly rubber dildo buzzed and twisted back and forth like a crazed snake. After letting the black dildo twist a few times in front of Liu Mei, Li Ziwu turned off the power and pressed its rough, round head against her exposed vulva, asking, "Looks like you really want to taste it?" Liu Mei shook her head and cried out, "No...no!" Li Ziwu shouted fiercely, "If you don't want it, then confess!" Liu Mei shook her head frantically, crying, "No...no...no!" Li Ziwu's face turned ashen with anger. He gritted his teeth and viciously thrust the electric dildo slowly into her swollen vagina. Liu Mei felt in horror that a cold python was brazenly spreading open her lower body, gradually filling it completely. Her genitals, which had already suffered countless ravagings, were being torn apart inch by inch by the python's rough, hard body. Its sharp scales scraped against the extremely sensitive vaginal walls caused excruciating pain. She writhed and cried desperately, "No...stop...let me go..." Ignoring Liu Mei's cries, Li Ziwu forcefully pushed the large, vibrating dildo deeper. When most of the dildo was inside her stretched-out, round hole, and he could no longer penetrate, he gritted his teeth and turned on the switch. The thick, ugly, black thing vibrated terrifyingly, as if the surrounding air itself was being stirred; Li Ziwu could barely hold it. Liu Mei felt the entire python suddenly come alive, violently vibrating inside her tight, swollen hole. She instinctively tried to squeeze her legs together, only then realizing she was bound to a torture rack. The buzzing vibrations traveled through her bones, causing her internal organs to tremble violently.
"Ah...take it out...ouch...I don't want to..." Liu Mei cried, twisting her waist. The vicious thing inside her vagina trembled violently and tirelessly, its dense bumps ruthlessly rubbing against the tender, swollen vaginal walls, engorged with blood from the torment. A tingling sensation, like an electric current, rapidly spread throughout her body. Her hands and feet were bound tightly, and her lower body felt as if it were being slowly drained by the intense vibrations. She could only writhe in agony, but it was useless; her whole body trembled more and more violently with the vibrations of the vibrating dildo. Liu Mei finally couldn't help but cry and groan. The impact from the most delicate and sensitive parts of her body tested her already fragile nerves, and soon she was tormented by the vibrating dildo to the point of unbearable pain. The electric, tingling sensation traveled all the way to her uterus, and the muscles in her lower abdomen involuntarily tensed and twisted. She sobbed incessantly, futilely twisting her naked buttocks, her eyes gradually becoming unfocused and vacant.
Li Ziwu was very satisfied with Liu Mei's reaction. He pinched her nipple and said, "How's it, Secretary Liu? Not bad, right? More powerful than a man, right? If you don't say anything, I'll let it keep pounding you until you're satisfied!" At this moment, Dong Liangui yawned and secretly glanced at his watch, saying to him, "Commander Li, it's getting late, brothers..." Li Ziwu raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, saying, "Damn it, it's already past midnight. Okay, let's go get a good night's sleep and let this little bitch suffer here by herself." Saying this, he grabbed the protruding, dark handle and viciously left a sentence: "I'll fucking let you eat your fill!" He snapped on the second button, watching the electric dildo change from vibrating to twisting, revealing a smug, lewd smile, and led a large group of agents to lock the door and leave.
As the iron door of the cell slammed shut, the room fell silent. The deep buzzing sound vibrated her eardrums, sounding particularly terrifying. Now the incredibly resilient electric dildo began to churn and twist inside Liu Mei's narrow vagina, twisting and rotating at will. Liu Mei felt her entire lower body being tightly gripped by a huge hand, cruelly kneaded and manipulated. Her heart grew increasingly empty and fearful. Her uterus, already numb from the shock, began to cramp in waves of excruciating pain. Suddenly, a surge of heat gushed forth, irresistibly rushing into her fully filled vagina, flowing through every crevice. Liu Mei screamed desperately, "Ah...ah..." Her heart was filled with terror; she knew she was about to be humiliated.
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-19 11:25

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Hua Jianxiong arrived at the Military Police Headquarters in the morning in high spirits. Last night, he had finally had a good, satisfying release, finally sleeping soundly with a woman he loved without any reservations. However, as soon as he stepped into the building, especially thinking of Xiao Hong still suffering here, his relaxed mood vanished completely. Fujiwara Kaori was waiting for him in the office as usual. When he entered, she looked displeased and pestered him, asking where he had been all day yesterday. Seeing Hua Jianxiong's unfriendly attitude, she immediately changed to a fawning expression, saying that Captain Fujiwara was waiting for him in the interrogation room. Hua Jianxiong quickly glanced through yesterday's interrogation records. Under Xiao Hong's name, he saw the words "Hongkou Club, Mr. Ishii," and felt a stab in his heart, letting out a quiet sigh. Inadvertently, he saw the words "punishment" in the column for the gatekeeper, Old Gan, and his heart skipped a beat. He looked up and asked Fujiwara Kaori, "That old gatekeeper is dead?" Kaori nodded casually, "He couldn't withstand the electric shocks last night and died." She immediately added, "And that driver surnamed Ma, he's also dying; he's been taken to the hospital." Hua Jianxiong checked the records and confirmed it. His mood immediately turned heavy. It seemed the Japanese were determined to break through at all costs. Xiao Hong needed to be notified immediately to implement the escape plan; there was no time to lose, or who knew what might happen. He checked the records and learned that Fujii had personally interrogated the bank employee surnamed Sun in room 7 that morning. He got up and headed towards the interrogation room. Fujiwara Kaori quickly stood up and followed him out.
Upon entering interrogation room 7, they saw Miss Sun, naked and limply half-reclining and half-sitting in a large chair in a strange posture. A tattered, purplish-red cheongsam was carelessly tossed on the damp floor. Miss Sun's hands were spread out and bound to a crossbeam above the chair back with several thick ropes, and her long legs were spread apart and locked to the metal armrests of the chair with heavy iron rings. Her inner thighs were stained with purplish-black blood and yellowish grime. Her two delicate feet, draped over the outside of the chair, were unrecognizable; the ten long toes were missing their nails, turning into ten bloody little penises. Several electrical wires dangled haphazardly from her battered body. Upon closer inspection, a large alligator clip was clamped to one of her nipples, with an electrical wire attached to the clip. The tender nipple pitifully shrank within the vicious, serrated jaws, only a small, blood-stained edge peeking out. Based on experience, Hua Jianxiong knew this breast had been pierced countless times by steel needles. The other breast had no nipple, only a charred mark. A huge steel needle, as thick as a nail, was inserted inside, with an electrical wire trailing from its end. Another electrical wire extended from the woman's lower body. Hua Jianxiong looked closely and saw that the anus, which had already been torn apart by the wooden pry bar and the hammer, was stuffed full of a thick, dark metal rod, from which the wires were connected.
Fujii stood menacingly between her spread legs, holding another dark metal rod. This rod was about the thickness of a rolling pin and nearly two feet long, with a spring-like device at the tip. Hua Jianxiong knew he was using electric shock. He had apparently been interrogating her for a while; Miss Sun was covered in sweat, her lips trembling, but she still gritted her teeth, pitifully insisting she was a law-abiding citizen. Fujii seemed impatient. He bent down, parted Miss Sun's swollen labia, and pressed the iron rod against the open opening, shoving it inside. Miss Sun shuddered, twisting and struggling, crying out in agony, "It hurts...it hurts! No...please spare me...don't use that thing..." Fujii stared wide-eyed at the woman's tearful eyes and asked, "Tell me, who do you work for!" Miss Sun timidly said, "I...I work for the bank..." Before she could finish, Fujii snorted, and with a sudden burst of strength, the iron rod was driven in a considerable distance. A long, swollen bulge immediately appeared on Miss Sun's lower abdomen, which was covered in bruises and blood. She trembled all over, her once delicate face contorted in pain as she cried and begged for mercy, "Ouch...it hurts...it hurts so much...please, please don't go any further...inside...not inside..." Xiangzi, who had somehow gotten close, whispered breathlessly in Hua Jianxiong's ear, "The thing Fujii-kun has is a new weapon that just arrived the day before yesterday. It can be inserted all the way into a woman's uterus. I heard that when it discharges electricity inside a woman's body, it can cause strong uterine contractions, even more intense than childbirth! I really want to experience that." Hua Jianxiong's heart sank. He wondered if this woman could withstand it, and what she would reveal if she couldn't.
As they spoke, Fujii had already interrogated her several times, and the iron rod had penetrated deeper and deeper each time. Miss Sun just kept crying and begging for mercy, but she wouldn't say anything. At this moment, Fujii pushed the iron rod in a little further, but couldn't push it any further. With a slight release, it even pulled out a bit, leaving him with only the rubber handle with the wire attached. Based on his experience, Hua Jianxiong estimated that the spring-like head of the iron rod was already pressed against Miss Sun's uterus; her current pain was unimaginable. However, if it was truly as Xiangzi said, the real agony was yet to come. Fujii released his grip and turned on a red switch on the stun gun. With a terrifying buzzing sound, Miss Sun's battered, full breasts began to tremble slightly. She was clearly still traumatized by the electric shock; hearing the current, she immediately cried out in agony, screaming hoarsely, "No...don't shock me...I'm scared!" Fujii approached her face and said, "If you're scared, just say so! Who do you work for!" "No...I've already told you..." As Miss Sun cried out, Fujii's eyebrows furrowed, and he grabbed the handle that was half-exposed outside the bloodied opening, pushing up a switch on it.
With a scream, Miss Sun trembled violently. Her legs, which had been resting on the armrest, suddenly straightened, the muscles in her calves taut. Her ten bloodied toes slowly opened and straightened, then quickly curled back up. Her outstretched arms also trembled, her slender hands clenching into fists. The muscles in her blood-stained thighs twitched rapidly, her lower abdomen hardened, the muscle mass twisting and turning, and the few remaining tufts of pubic hair quivered pitifully. "Ah...ah..." Miss Sun gasped hoarsely, her head shaking wildly. Hua Jianxiong stared intently at her lower body, noticing that although her vagina was stretched full by the iron rod, her two bluish-purple labia stood erect and trembled. The muscles at the entrance of her vagina rhythmically writhed, the rhythm growing faster and faster. At that moment, he understood that what Fujiwara Kaori had said might be true; this young woman was experiencing pain far greater than childbirth. Sweat soaked her hair, and she struggled and cried out in agony. Suddenly, a stream of yellowish liquid gushed from the opening of her vagina, filling the room with a foul odor. She had lost control of her bladder. Miss Sun cried out incoherently, "Stop...stop...I can't take it anymore..."
Fujii stopped, pulled Miss Sun's face up, and stared intently at her, asking, "How are you? Not feeling well, are you? Now you should tell me!" Miss Sun breathed heavily, her lower body muscles still trembling as the current disappeared, especially her vagina, which continued to rhythmically open and close on its own. She said breathlessly, her voice trembling with sobs, "I...I told you everything..." Fujii gritted his teeth and snapped the switch back on. Miss Sun's body immediately tensed up again. She cried out, "Stop...stop...I'll tell you...I'll tell you everything...please stop, I beg you...sob sob..." This time, Fujii didn't stop. He gripped the rubber handle protruding from her vagina and demanded sharply, "Tell me! Who do you work for!?" Miss Sun's voice trembled, "For...for Chongqing...oh...stop!" Fujii still wouldn't let up, "Who in Chongqing?" "Chongqing...the Military...the Military Intelligence Bureau...please...ah..." Fujii's expression relaxed a little, but he still pressed on, "Who is your leader?" Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat. He saw Miss Sun open her mouth and utter a single word: "No..." Upon hearing this, Fujii suddenly pushed the rod in, roaring fiercely, "Tell me, who leads you!" "Ah...ya..." Miss Sun screamed hysterically. She gasped for breath, her face turning ashen. Her whole body twisted rhythmically with the low, terrifying electric current sound. Her thighs clenched tightly, her buttocks slammed against the chair, and her labia opened straight into a trumpet-like shape, frantically opening and closing. A few seconds later, she finally couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "It's Xiao... Xiao Hong... Da... Dongya... Daily... Oh... Please... Please spare me... Stop... Stop!... I'm going to die..."
With a "snap," Fujii turned off the power. Miss Sun was drenched in sweat as if she had been pulled out of the water, her lower body still dripping urine. She was as limp as a lump of mud, as if all her bones had been removed, and slumped in the chair. Fujii waved his hand, and a bucket of cold water was poured over Miss Sun's head. Her naked body moved slightly, she let out a weak groan, and her head drooped limply, her face covered in sweat and water droplets, her expression one of unbearable pain. Fujii scratched her face and asked, "Who are the people in your organization? What is your mission? Who contacts you? Tell me!" Miss Sun said weakly, "Xiao Hong... directly leads me, the others... I don't know..." Fujii's eyes widened, and he snapped the red power switch back on, the buzzing sound starting up again. Miss Sun burst into tears, pleading, "I really don't know! Please... don't shock me anymore... I'll tell you everything... I'll tell you everything..." She then hurriedly began to confess what she knew.
Hua Jianxiong could see that Miss Sun was beyond repair. The torture she had endured was severe; she was no longer lucid, her speech was incoherent, and she would occasionally erupt into inexplicable hysteria. Fujii called a doctor, who gave her a sedative injection, and only then did her words begin to form coherent sentences. Hua Jianxiong's mood had calmed down. Miss Sun's confession was as he had expected; there were no clues related to him. Looking at the bloodied woman slumped opposite him, Hua Jianxiong knew she was beyond saving. Not only was her body almost completely destroyed, but her spirit had also utterly collapsed. Perhaps she would die before leaving this interrogation room. If that were the case, it would be considered lucky; otherwise, the Japanese would quickly dispose of her, and how she would die, how long she would endure the torment before death, remained unknown. Looking at this horribly tortured woman, he couldn't suppress the thought that kept surging within him: if Xiao Hong, the woman sitting here, were subjected to the same torture by the Japanese, could she have endured it? And what about Amei! He knew very well that they probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it; they wouldn't have survived such cruelty. So he had to act immediately, or it would be too late.
As he was thinking, Fujii stood up and instructed a Japanese military policeman present to continue the interrogation and dig out as many clues as possible from the woman. Fujii beckoned Hua Jianxiong out of the interrogation room, his expression serious. Xiao Hong's intelligence network had already made a breach, but he didn't seem particularly excited. He hadn't yet obtained what he truly needed, nor had he uncovered any clues related to the leak of Kitajima Shizuka's identity. As he walked, he said to Hua Jianxiong, "Hua-kun, we need your help to expand our gains quickly!" Hua Jianxiong hummed in response, deliberately avoiding mentioning Xiao Hong and instead asking about the results of the other interrogations. Fujii didn't answer, leading him directly to interrogation room number 3. Inside, Amei was bound to a tiger bench, soaking wet, and appeared to have fainted several times. Fujii said, "This woman probably knows more; the radio was found in her room. But she's very stubborn. We've been interrogating her for days, and she won't confess anything. If she still won't confess, we'll use the new stun gun on her. But one of the men is already dead, and I'm worried that if we keep interrogating her like this, this one will soon be finished too. What's your opinion, Mr. Hua?" Hua Jianxiong walked to Amei's side and saw that her top had been pulled down behind her back, exposing her breasts, which were covered with branding and whip marks. Both nipples were clotted with blood, probably crushed by steel needles and pliers. He couldn't help but admire this seemingly frail girl. A shirtless Japanese military policeman was pulling down Amei's pants, while another was preparing a stun gun, apparently to use electric shocks.
Hua Jianxiong began to worry. This girl knew him; if she couldn't hold on and confessed, everything would be lost. He tried to calm himself down, turned around, and walked to a distance away. Now he had to find a way to stall; every second counted. He considered that given Miss Sun's current weak physical and mental state, it would probably take the Japanese most of the day to thoroughly interrogate her and extract a clear understanding of her thoughts. He could then use that time to break through Amei and Xiao Hong, buying them about a day. With this in mind, he thoughtfully said to Fujii, "Psychological warfare is paramount. Since that woman confessed, try to extract as many clues as possible from her, and then use that to undermine the other prisoners' confidence. That might be more effective than simply using torture." Fujii nodded and ordered the interrogation of Amei to stop. Then he turned and walked towards the door with Hua Jianxiong.
Seeing that his plan had worked, Hua Jianxiong decided to strike while the iron was hot. He whispered to Fujii, "How's that female reporter?" Fujii looked back at Amei, who was tied to the tiger bench, and gestured for Hua Jianxiong to follow him out of the interrogation room. He carefully closed the door and whispered, "Still not confessing anything, but you heard Miss Sun's confession just now. Now we can confirm that she is the head of this intelligence network. Moreover, our investigation found that she went to No. 76 while He Xiaoyue was being interrogated, claiming to be interviewing about the assassination of Takeda and Hua, but I think she had ulterior motives. We are investigating her activities during this period." As he spoke, the two had already reached the door of Fujii's office. At this moment, a woman's heart-wrenching scream came from afar. Hua Jianxiong recognized the scream as coming from the interrogation room at the end of the corridor. He didn't know who it was, and his heart suddenly raced. Fujii
instructed Fujiwara Kaori, who had been following behind, to go to the interrogation room to participate in the interrogation of Miss Sun. He patted Hua Jianxiong on the shoulder and went into the office. As soon as he closed the office door, Fujii's expression immediately became very ambiguous. He revealed a lewd smile and said mysteriously to Hua Jianxiong, "That female reporter is really a piece of meat!" Hua Jianxiong's heart sank, realizing what had happened. For an intelligence agent, this wouldn't really be considered an accident. But Xiao Hong was, after all, the woman he loved most, and to hear such a comment from a Japanese person made him seethe with hatred. Fujii seemed oblivious to Hua Jianxiong's changing expression, unable to contain his excitement as he launched into a long, rambling monologue: "Commander Hashimoto forbade me from torturing her, but I wanted to mentally break this proud woman. Yesterday, the Third Fleet docked, and upon hearing this, I sent this female reporter to the naval soldiers' comfort station. Yesterday afternoon, over a thousand naval sailors who had been at sea for more than two months came ashore to receive comfort. There were several female prisoners in the naval comfort station, and I wanted to show her how those poor comfort women satisfied dozens of ravenous soldiers in a single day. She's a smart woman; she should know that if she resisted and didn't confess, that would be her fate. Before dinner, when we took her from the comfort station to the Hongkou Club, I noticed she was much more obedient. I specifically touched her, and her lower body was soaking wet, so she wasn't indifferent! Xiao Hong is a wanted criminal, and I was worried about things going wrong, so I stayed at the club. At 3 a.m., I heard that Mr. Ishii had just left, so I went over to check on the situation. I went into the room where she was being held. It was still in the state it was in when Mr. Ishii left." It hadn't been cleaned up yet, including by her. She was only covered by a thin sheet. When I pulled back the sheet, all her clothes were off, she was handcuffed, and there were obvious marks on her legs. I couldn't hold back anymore and rushed over and raped her. She didn't resist much, as if she had resigned herself to her fate. Hua Jun, I have to tell you, this is the most beautiful woman I've ever slept with in my life. Beautiful, elegant, and reserved, but she still cried when raped by a man, and she cried very sadly. Today I stayed in her bed until 6 a.m., although we... "I didn't use any torture, but I could tell she was about to break down. She'd already seen her men being tortured, and she knew the old gatekeeper had died in the interrogation room. She'd also seen the fate of women in comfort stations. If you add Miss Sun's confession today, I think she'll collapse very soon. Hua Jun, I suggest you taste this piece of meat before she confesses. Otherwise, once she confesses, given how much Commander Hashimoto values her, I'm afraid neither of us will have a chance to touch her again."
Hua Jianxiong's heart pounded; he'd been waiting for these words! Although being arranged by the Japanese to rape his beloved woman seemed absurdly ridiculous, he couldn't care less now. Seeing Xiao Hong was the most important thing. To save her, and to save himself, he had to let her suffer a little more. Hua Jianxiong, feigning interest, asked, "Where is this woman now?" Fujii smiled and said, "She was sent to the naval comfort station again today. I had them introduce her to those female prisoners and the female spy we captured, to give her another shock. I need her to confess by tomorrow at the latest. Hurry up, Hua!" Seeing Hua Jianxiong's feigned urgency, he patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Hua, I'll arrange everything. You'll have this feast after dinner tonight. Then we'll have a surprise interrogation, and maybe we'll succeed."
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Author: 2006bpi Time: 2007-9-26 12:12

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When the sun was high in the sky, everyone was startled when Li Ziwu returned to the underground interrogation room with a group of still sleepy-eyed agents. A pungent, pungent air hit them as soon as they entered. Then, the desperate moans of women filled their ears, the painful moans mixed with a distinct hint of lewdness. The room was filled with the hum of a giant transformer, a sound that sent shivers down everyone's spines. They turned on the lights and were met with a horrifying sight: Liu Mei's snow-white body, hanging limply from the rack, was like a noodle, her head drooping listlessly. A strange bulge ripped from her flat stomach, something inside churning and twisting incessantly. Her plump, white thighs trembled incessantly, glistening with a large, wet patch. Between her bare thighs, her thick labia were wide open, opening and closing like a starving child. The handle of a dark, vibrating dildo, half-exposed, was completely wet, reflecting a lewd light under the lamplight, large streams of vaginal fluid flowing onto the floor, forming a large puddle. Seeing the large group of men enter, fear flashed in Liu Mei's weary eyes. Li Ziwu smiled smugly; this outcome was entirely within his expectations.
He slowly stopped in front of Liu Mei, dipped his finger in her vaginal fluid, smelled it, and then used that finger to lift her face, asking, "Secretary Liu, you're in a good mood, getting all worked up here! Will you confess now?" Liu Mei's body was so weak she couldn't even lift her head. She gasped and weakly said, "Li Ziwu... just kill me!" Li Ziwu laughed loudly, "Secretary Liu, how naive! Still making jokes like this. How am I supposed to explain to the Director if you die? You'd better confess obediently, and then we'll all be happy. I guarantee you'll be fine!" Liu Mei stopped to catch her breath, then gasped softly, "I told you, I'm not Feng, I don't know anything." Li Ziwu was furious, "You damn bitch, so stubborn! You've got guts, now I'll show you what's what!" With that, he grabbed the handle of the vibrating dildo and slowly pulled it out of Liu Mei's vagina. The thick, dark thing continued to writhe and tremble relentlessly, stretching the swollen, red opening of her vagina into constantly changing shapes, causing Liu Mei to wail in agony. It took Li Ziwu a full five minutes to finally pull the entire vibrating dildo out. Each bump on the dark rubber rod glistened with moisture, long, sticky strands trailing to the ground.
Li Ziwu tossed the wet, lifeless rubber rod aside and directed several agents to bring in a ghastly white machine from outside. On the machine's base was a large glass jar, and a rubber tube extended from inside, connected to a glass-like mask. The machine was clearly a vacuum centrifuge commonly found in hospitals. Li Ziwu used his hands to pry open Liu Mei's wide-open vaginal opening, reaching inside to stir the constantly gushing vaginal fluid. Then, he picked up a glass dome and held it up to her eyes, saying, "Secretary Liu, this is too embarrassing. Let us help you clean up!" With that, he placed the glass dome between Liu Mei's legs, pressing it firmly against her inner thighs, covering her bare, swollen vulva. It was a specially made glass dome, its shape perfectly fitting the woman's vulva, firmly holding Liu Mei's lower body in place. The vaginal fluid dripped onto the glass dome, forming a semi-transparent trail that stretched and disappeared at the point where the tubing connected. The cold touch filled Liu Mei with terror. She desperately raised her head and cried out, "What are you doing?"
Li Ziwu chuckled sinisterly, "You'll find out soon enough." He pulled up several leather straps from the glass dome and tied them tightly around Liu Mei's waist. Liu Mei screamed in panic, "No... I don't want to... Let me go!" The straps dug deep into her flesh, and the glass dome was firmly embedded between her legs, like wearing a strange pair of glass underwear. A burly agent stood beside the vacuum centrifuge and inserted a handle. Li Ziwu lit a cigarette, took a leisurely drag, and said to the eager agent, "Secretary Liu won't cooperate. Let her try the pumping!" The agent excitedly agreed, swung his arm, and started cranking the handle. The machine whirred, and Liu Mei's tender flesh against the glass dome was immediately sucked in. Liu Mei was terrified and struggled violently, twisting her body. But the glass dome remained firmly pressed against her crotch, like a gaping maw gripping her lower body. She screamed desperately, "Ah...no! I don't want to...don't suck...let me go!"
With a terrifying hissing sound, inside the glass dome, her swollen labia were suddenly pulled straight, pressed tightly against the glass, their dense folds and tiny blood vessels clearly visible. The murky mucus, as if pulled by a thread, flowed in a straight line towards the bottom of the dome and disappeared with a whooshing sound. A moment later, a thick white substance gushed from the other end of the tube, rushing into the glass jar on the machine's base, covering everything like thick phlegm, mixed with streaks of bright red blood. Liu Mei's face flushed crimson, and she suddenly raised her head, letting out a pitiful wail, "Ah...ah..." Before her screams subsided, the agent, at Li Ziwu's signal, began to crank the handle with even greater force. The labia were stretched longer and longer, becoming two strangely shaped, purplish-red flat pieces. The mucus was continuously sucked away, the intense pain stimulating Liu Mei's lower body, causing her to scream desperately.
With the rhythmic vibration of the machine, the flowing liquid gradually changed from thick to clear, splattering everywhere on the glass dome and jar. The mucus accumulated, forming a thick layer in the jar. "Ah...beast! You have no humanity...waaaah...stop..."
Li Ziwu stretched out a hand, and the sweat-drenched agent stopped, standing there panting heavily. Li Ziwu grabbed Liu Mei's chin, turning her face towards the centrifuge on the ground, kicking the glass jar with his foot, saying, "Secretary Liu, look how lewd you are! A man hasn't even slept with you yet, and you've already leaked so much." Liu Mei cried uncontrollably, filled with shame and indignation, her entire being consumed by intense humiliation. Li Ziwu had actually tortured her in such a despicable way; her last shred of dignity as a woman had vanished. Seeing her crying so miserably, Li Ziwu thought he had an opportunity and deliberately softened his tone, saying, "If you admit you're Feng, I'll put you down right away." Liu Mei shook her head, tears streaming down her face, saying, "No... I'm not... I'm not Feng." Li Ziwu slapped her hard across the face in anger: "You won't cry until you see the coffin. Keep going!" Meanwhile, an agent, unable to contain himself any longer, took off his shirt and ran over, grabbing the handle and cranking it frantically.
"Ouch... no..." Liu Mei's cries were terrifying. The vacuum suction grew stronger and stronger, turning the entire vaginal opening into an open funnel, even the round anus bulging high. Liu Mei felt as if a giant hand reached into her body, grabbing what was inside and pulling it out, trying to hollow out her entire lower body. Although her lower body had already suffered greatly, it was all from the various ways the penis was inserted; this feeling of being emptied by such a powerful force was a first for her. Her lower body felt like it was being churned, everything inside trembling. The vaginal fluid had been drained, and a powerful suction swirled within the opening, pulling the vaginal walls inward, as if even the uterus was about to be sucked out. Li Ziwu signaled the agent to slow down, and Liu Mei felt the large hand gripping her internal organs loosen slightly. She had barely caught her breath when the hand tightened again. After several repetitions, Liu Mei's cries became hoarse, and the shirtless man was drenched in sweat. Li Ziwu beckoned another agent to replace the first one, and the handle began to spin rapidly.
"Ah...ya...stop...stop!" Liu Mei's cries were desperate. Li Ziwu signaled to stop, pulled the glass dome open slightly, and inserted two fingers into the still-wriggling vagina. It was dry inside, the previous warmth and moisture long gone. He grabbed Liu Mei's sweat-drenched face, staring intently into her eyes, and said, "How about that? Now you know how serious it is, right? If you know, then confess now!" Liu Mei gasped for breath, her chapped lips moving weakly as she said, "Water...give me water..." Hearing this, Li Ziwu's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he personally brought a bowl of water to Liu Mei's lips. Liu Mei greedily gulped down the water in a few mouthfuls, then slumped her head weakly, motionless. Li Ziwu grabbed her hair and said, "Damn it, you're playing dead! Confess now!" Seeing that Liu Mei had closed her eyes and was ignoring him, he shouted angrily, "Trying to fool me? I'll make you regret this for the rest of your life!"

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