Highly skilled in dangerous tasks

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"Officer Zhao, please rest. I'll go and call Officer Zheng and Officer Mark in."
Zhao Jianling nodded, watching the blonde, blue-eyed nurse leave the ward. Although a native of China, she held a high-ranking position in Interpol, and her English was excellent. Therefore, although she was in the United States, her language skills were no different from those in her home country. What truly frustrated her was her environment.
She had been in the hospital for four months, even spending her twenty-third birthday there two months ago. Accustomed to fighting criminals every day, she found the current state of rest rather uninteresting.
Although young, Zhao Jianling was the head of Interpol's southeastern coastal office in China. This was thanks to her early career, exceptional intelligence, superb martial arts skills, and great courage. Even with her promotions, she remained at the forefront, solving numerous major cases and striking fear into the hearts of Southeast Asian gangsters.
However, the light and the dark were different, and the policewoman was often the target of the criminals' schemes. Just before, she had been captured alive by a group of ruthless thugs and abducted from Country C to Country V. Fortunately, she was rescued by Zheng Xiaoye, a police academy classmate working in North America, allowing her to escape their clutches. However, in a fierce struggle during the final rescue of a female detective who had also been captured, she was severely injured.
It was Zheng Xiaoye who brought her to this hospital; if it weren't for the doctor's excellent medical skills, her right leg would have been crippled. But now, after four months of recuperation, Zhao Jianling has fully recovered.
The door to the ward opened, and a gentlemanly man in his fifties and a young, beautiful woman entered. Besides the hospital bed, the ward contained a sofa, a coffee table, and several chairs. Zhao Jianling, wearing a hospital gown, was sitting on the sofa and immediately stood up upon seeing the two enter.
Zhao Jianling said in fluent English, "Officer Mark, Officer Zheng, hello."
The man in his fifties, wearing a suit, was Mark, the head of the Interpol North American West Coast branch.
He smiled and said, "Officer Zhao, how are you recovering? The doctor said you can be discharged tomorrow."
The policewoman's delicate face blossomed with a youthful smile, and she said, "Officer Mark, thank you so much for taking care of me these past four months."
Mark said, "Officer Zhao, you're too kind. It's an honor for us to have an elite member of Interpol like you provide assistance."
Beside Mark was Zheng Xiaoye, who had rescued Zhao Jianling from V country. She was carrying a bag, and judging from its shape, it was clear that it contained a laptop. She asked, "Officer Zhao, what are your plans for the future?"
Zhao Jianling replied, "I plan to return to XX City immediately. I've been away for so long, I really don't know how things are there. This extended break has been quite unsettling. If it weren't for the doctor's advice, I would have gone back long ago."
Mark said, "Officer Zhao, you don't need to worry. I just contacted you today. C Country has been peaceful these past few months, and Officer Wang is temporarily acting as your deputy; he can handle any situation. What I mean is, if Officer Zhao doesn't have anything urgent, we all hope you can stay a little longer."
Zhao Jianling quickly shook his head, "That won't do, I'm sorry to trouble you again. I should go back too.
We are all responsible people, and we've already rested for so long, now..." "Everything has recovered, and I'd feel uneasy if I wanted to rest for a while longer instead of returning to work."
Mark said, "Officer Zhao, you misunderstood me. We asked you to stay not so you could rest, but because we need your help. This isn't a simple task; we're here today to ask for your opinion."
The policewoman suddenly realized, "I'm so sorry, I see. Officer Mark, what is it? If I can help and the conditions allow, I'll definitely do my best."
Mark said, "The conditions are fine. I just contacted your superiors, and they both said it's no problem. Now it's just a matter of whether you're willing or not. Officer Zheng, please explain the situation to Officer Zhao."
Zheng Xiaoye agreed and placed her handbag on the coffee table. She opened the handbag, took out her laptop, plugged it in, and entered the system. She opened a PowerPoint presentation, pressed the play shortcut, and began her presentation. The first thing that caught her eye was a photo of a middle-aged man around fifty years old.
“Officer Zhao, this is Fang Debiao, of Chinese descent, and of course, he acquired U.S. citizenship long ago. He's currently the leader of the largest gang in S City. His gang is entirely composed of Chinese people, and their criminal activities include kidnapping, drug trafficking, and prostitution. Because of his immense power, he's very famous in the underworld and has offended many people.”
Zhao Jianling said, “Fang Debiao… um, I've never heard of him before. His gang is entirely composed of Chinese people; it's truly remarkable that it can be the largest gang in S City. I wonder if you have any countermeasures?”
Zheng Xiaoye said, “You haven't heard of him because his influence is limited to the S City area and he never expands outwards. Officer Zhao has always served in Southeast Asia and has never been to North America, so naturally you wouldn't know him.” "We only recently learned about Fang Debiao's situation. We've had a few probing encounters, and he suffered some losses."
Zhao Jianling nodded and said, "Officer Zheng, please continue..."
Zheng Xiaoye switched pages and said, "Four days ago, we intercepted a shipment of his goods. Surprisingly, we discovered that these people, besides transporting the goods, were also carrying a secret order to kill someone. Of course, the person to be killed was also someone in the underworld, but that's not important."
Zhao Jianling said, "A secret order? A secret order for Fang Debiao?"
Zheng Xiaoye said, "That's right. So we suspect that although Fang Debiao is the leader of a gang, there is another person above him. This person should control some other gangs in the West Coast area." "Once we get this information, we'll stop our operations against Fang Debiao."
Zhao Jianling said, "Your prior investigation into Fang Debiao failed to uncover the truth, and you only learned about this situation by chance. It seems this man is very mysterious. Finding out the truth won't be easy.
What are your plans?"
Zheng Xiaoye said, "We hope to send someone to infiltrate Fang Debiao's inner circle. This person must be able to get close to Fang Debiao and access the core of his organization to have any chance of completing this mission.
But unfortunately, based on the situation in previous operations, we suspect there's a mole within Interpol..."
Zhao Jianling said, "So you want me, an outsider, to do this?"
Mark said, “Officer Zhao, this is exactly what I was thinking. We need a highly capable and intelligent individual to complete this mission. And only Officer Zheng and I know about this. This undercover agent only contacts the two of us. I think you are the most suitable candidate.”
Zhao Jianling smiled slightly and said, “I have two questions. First, I am no longer a mysterious person; many people in the underworld know me. If they all know me, I wonder if any of Fang Debiao’s men recognize me?”
Zheng Xiaoye said, “We checked that beforehand. Since Fang Debiao has always operated in S City, and his men are almost all recruited here, they may only know you by name, Officer Zhao. The chances of them recognizing you are very small.”
Zhao Jianling nodded and said, "The second question, based on our experience, infiltrating a gang as an undercover agent is no easy feat. How can I get into their organization and reach their core?"
Zheng Xiaoye switched to the next slide and said, "We've already thought of that. This person is one of Fang Debiao's capable brothers, named Zhao Zizhong, who saved his life years ago. Not long ago, Zhao Zizhong lost his life in a fight with a rival gang. Fang Debiao was very saddened by this and gave him a proper burial."
She paused and continued, "Zhao Zizhong has an illegitimate daughter named Zhao Yuefang, who is studying in Europe. Upon receiving news of her father's death, she rushed over from Europe, but was intercepted by our people as soon as she got off the plane."
Zhao Jianling nodded and said, "I understand. You want me to approach Fang Debiao as Zhao Yuefang… Zhao Yuefang…" "Fang, that name is a bit common. But even so, gaining Fang Debiao's trust won't be easy."
Zheng Xiaoye switched to another slide and said, "This is another gang in S City, who have always been Fang Debiao's enemies. Zhao Zizhong was killed by them. According to the information we got from them, the day after tomorrow morning, Fang Debiao will take several confidants to pay respects to Zhao Zizhong, and they will plan an ambush there to kill Fang Debiao in one fell swoop."
Zhao Jianling asked, "Is this information reliable?"
Zheng Xiaoye said, "Very reliable, they have our undercover agents there. The rest will be straightforward. You will appear at Zhao Zizhong's grave and repel the enemies. Once Fang Debiao finds out your identity, he and his confidants will be grateful for your rescue and will no longer have any suspicions. Then, you can become Fang Debiao's bodyguard."
Zhao Jianling smiled and said, "Female bodyguard, this... " "That's quite novel,"
Zheng Xiaoye said. "Of course, you also have to do everything you can to protect Fang Debiao's life. Otherwise, once he's dead, we'll lose contact and won't be able to get any more information about his superiors. Fang Debiao has many enemies, including some formidable ones. This ambush is a good example. Zhao Zizhong's death was entirely to protect Fang Debiao, so this is also a very dangerous mission."
Zhao Jianling nodded and said half-jokingly, "Yes. In the U country, you can get guns if you want to, which is unimaginable in the C country. It seems that after I'm discharged from the hospital tomorrow, I should practice my marksmanship first. I can't solve the problem with just fists and feet."
Mark said, "Officer Zhao, so you've agreed to take on this mission?"
Zhao Jianling said, "Yes. I've never been a bodyguard or an undercover agent before. This mission will give me a try." "Although it's dangerous, I've experienced far more dangerous situations, and I'm not willing to back down like this."
Mark said, "Okay! You can contact me directly through this phone. Also, we have people under Fang Debiao, but their status is too low to accomplish anything. He won't know your undercover identity, but through him we can learn about your situation. As for finding out who Fang Debiao's superiors are, you can withdraw using any method you deem appropriate, without worrying about the consequences."
Zhao Jianling said, "Sounds good, then let's do it that way."
Zheng Xiaoye said, "Officer Zhao, then it's settled. Come see us after you're discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and we'll have further arrangements and suggestions. If you have any other questions or requests, feel free to ask us. You should rest well today!"
Dark clouds loomed overhead, the sky was gloomy, and it seemed that a heavy rain could fall at any moment. Four robust men in their thirties, accompanied by a middle-aged man, all five wearing hats, were walking through a cemetery. One of them said, "We've arrived," and all five stopped.
The middle-aged man, around fifty years old, was noticeably overweight, and the round hat he wore made his features even more difficult to discern in the gloomy light. He held a bouquet of flowers and stood before a tombstone, his eyes fixed downwards. Four other men stood a few steps behind him, their faces full of respect.
The middle-aged man spoke softly in Chinese, “Brother Zhao, I’ve come. I was too busy the past few days to attend your burial. But I’ve come nonetheless. Rest in peace. I will definitely kill those damned bastards and avenge you.”
With that, the man bowed and placed the flowers before the tombstone. To his slight surprise, there was already a bouquet of flowers before the grave. The petals were vibrant and still glistening with dew, clearly placed there recently.
Suddenly, a voice, also in Chinese, rang out beside him: “Revenge? Hahaha!”
The four men behind him simultaneously became alert and drew their guns. But just then, a shot rang out, and one of them fell to the ground. The other three men drew their guns, and about a dozen people surged forward, each holding a pistol and pointing it at them.
A white man, about forty years old, asked in English, "What did Fang Debiao just say to the dead man?"
Standing next to him was a man of Chinese descent, who replied in English, "Fang Debiao just said he wanted to avenge his brother. Hahaha! How ridiculous! He's about to die himself, and he still wants to avenge his brother."
Although Fang Debiao's men were all of Chinese descent, they had lived in the US for a long time and spoke English daily, so they understood everything the other man said. All three men were furious, and Fang Debiao slowly stood up, turning to face the white man.
Fang Debiao said in English, "Mr. Carter, I really didn't expect to see you here. It seems you were prepared. But how did you know I would be here?"
Carter replied, "That's none of your business. You're thinking of revenge, aren't you? Now I'm standing right in front of you, but do you have a chance for revenge? Last time, your brother Zhao took a bullet for you. I'd like to know who will take that bullet for you today."
Carter himself wasn't carrying a gun, but his men were. Seeing him wave his hand, they immediately prepared to fire. Just then, a figure suddenly appeared from the side, less than three meters to Carter's left. The newcomer held an umbrella in his left hand and struck the right wrist of a man standing to Carter's left.
The strike was extremely swift; everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and before they could react, the man had been hit, his gun falling to the ground and snatched away by the newcomer. The man immediately pointed the gun at Carter. Carter tried to dodge, but the opponent was too fast, and he couldn't dodge in time.
Carter had twelve men in total. At this moment, one man's gun had been taken away, five men's guns were still pointed at Fang Debiao, while the remaining six men simultaneously pointed their guns at the newcomers. Fang Debiao's three henchmen also seized the opportunity to point their guns at the five enemies facing Fang Debiao. No one dared to fire, and the situation immediately became tense. The one who
suddenly launched the attack, disrupting Carter's plans, was surprisingly a petite woman—Zhao Jianling. Everyone's eyes lit up when they first saw her. Zhao Jianling had extremely delicate features, bright eyes that shone with sharp light, and long, black hair that cascaded down like a waterfall
, with a few strands falling to her sides. She wore a short, black sleeveless top that made her snow-white arms appear translucent, and her rounded shoulders looked like they were carved from ivory. She wore black trousers and black strappy sandals on her bare feet. Zhao Jianling's clothes were all tight-fitting, outlining her firm breasts, slender waist, and long legs, making her quite sexy.
Carter hadn't expected that the person who had subdued him so quickly was actually a pretty young woman, but he remained quite calm and said, "Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? I'm not used to having a pretty lady point a gun at me."
Although Zhao Jianling already knew who Carter was, she pretended not to, coldly saying, "You'll get used to it. I think I haven't mistaken him for someone else; he should be Fang Debiao! As for who you are, I don't really care."
Carter said, "Miss, although you don't know who I am, you should know that if you pull the trigger, my men will immediately kill Fang Debiao. If you don't want Fang Debiao to die, you'd better put the gun away."
The policewoman pressed the gun against Carter's left temple, saying, "Although I don't know who you are, I know your men won't let you die. So as long as your life is in my hands, Fang Debiao will be safe."
Fang Debiao was also very surprised. This time, he brought four men to pay respects to Zhao Zizhong, all wearing hats that partially covered their faces, making it difficult to recognize him. Carter had already laid an ambush here, which was truly unexpected. Just when he thought he was about to lose his life, he was unexpectedly saved by a young woman he didn't know. But everyone was in a stalemate, and the situation was constantly changing, making the future unpredictable.
Carter said, "But if you don't move and I don't move, we'll just be stuck in this stalemate.
How about this: we each take a step back and call it a day? I'll count to three, and when I reach three, everyone put down their guns."
Zhao Jianling said, "That sounds like a good idea, but I'm afraid your men won't keep their word."
"How could I? Go ask around. When I, Carter, talk to young and beautiful women, I never go back on my word," Carter said dismissively, turning his face to the left towards the policewoman, but his eyes darted to the hands of his two men behind her.
Zhao Jianling said, "Alright, neither you nor Fang Debiao have guns. Then you can count them. And let me say this: don't try anything funny, otherwise… if anything unexpected happens, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Carter, seeing the look in the eyes of his subordinate, the C-American standing behind Zhao Jianling, understood and said,
"Miss, you're overthinking it. I'll count to three, and everyone throw their guns down. One…two…three!"
When Carter counted to "two," the policewoman glanced around. Except for the two people behind her, all the other enemies were within her sight. As soon as Carter uttered the word "three," she released her grip, and the gun was gone.
Throughout the scene, except for the two people behind Zhao Jianling, everyone else with guns threw them to the ground. Because the policewoman had previously raised her arm and pressed the gun against Carter's temple, the two men behind her could clearly see her movements from the side and behind. The moment Zhao Jianling released her grip, the two men, before even dropping their guns, immediately raised them and prepared to fire. Fang Debiao's men, seeing this, were shocked and were about to shout a warning, but it was too late.
But at that moment, the situation suddenly changed drastically. Zhao Jianling swiftly stepped forward, grabbed Carter's shoulder, and twisted it sharply. This change occurred almost simultaneously with Carter's two men raising their guns.
With a graceful turn, she moved behind Carter, shielding him in front of her.
"Bang!" "Bang!" Two shots rang out; Carter was shot in the chest and abdomen, letting out a scream. Only then did Fang Debiao's men shout a warning, but the situation was completely beyond their expectations.
Except for Zhao Jianling, everyone who had just dropped their guns bent down to pick them up almost simultaneously. At this moment, Carter's two henchmen were still the only ones with guns in the room, but they had accidentally injured Carter, and were slightly sluggish in their shock. Zhao Jianling pushed aside the injured Carter and rushed forward.
She used her umbrella to stab the wrist of the man on the left, who couldn't react in time, and the gun was knocked from his hand. On the other side was the C-American man who was one of Carter's henchmen. In fact, among the group, his rank was second only to Carter. He quickly raised his gun and aimed at Zhao Jianling, but all he saw was the policewoman's long, slender right leg kicking up, and a jade-like foot in a sandal aimed straight at his face.
The policewoman's foot was very beautiful. After it was raised, it was placed in front of the C-American man's eyes. His five toes were neatly arranged, and his foot, stepping on the sole of the sandal, presented a soft arch. His ankle was also very slender. Carter's henchman had never seen a woman with such beautiful bare feet. But now, the slender jade foot became a weapon to kill him, kicking him heavily on the bridge of his nose.
If it were a soft, jade-like foot that struck her nose, it wouldn't be a big problem. Unfortunately, it was the sandal on her foot that hit her nose. The man of Chinese descent was in so much pain that tears, snot, and blood streamed down his face. He could no longer stand and fell backward to the ground, his gun falling to the side.
At this moment, Zhao Jianling saw that the people around her had already bent down to pick up their guns; the situation was still dangerous. The advantage was that Carter was seriously injured, and Fang Debiao's three men could join the fight. She swiftly extended her left arm, the tip of her umbrella touching the fallen gun. With a deft flick, she lifted the pistol from the ground, which the policewoman caught.
Four more enemies remained around her, all of whom had now stood up, and gunfire erupted. Zhao Jianling swayed to the side, firing two shots with her right hand while simultaneously sweeping her umbrella to the side with her left and kicking out with her right leg. She dodged all four shots from the enemy.
Of Carter's four men, one was struck in the chest by the policewoman's umbrella and fell to the ground; another was kicked in the abdomen and doubled over in pain; the remaining two were shot one after another. One was shot in the heart by Zhao Jianling and died instantly, while the other was shot in the right shoulder and could no longer hold his gun.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Fang Debiao had already taken cover. His three men and Carter's other five men also engaged in a gunfight. Perhaps because Carter was injured and his life was uncertain, his men were also panicked and did not convert their numerical advantage into actual results. After the first round of shooting, one person on each side was wounded.
Seeing that a young woman like Zhao Jianling was exceptionally skilled and brave, wounding several people, and that Carter was lying motionless, his men were filled with fear. Seeing that the situation was bad, they felt that saving their own lives was more important than anything else, and they scattered and fled.
The policewoman didn't give chase. Her top was quite short, and the movements during the struggle had caused the hem to ride up, revealing a section of her slender, white waist. Only now that the danger had passed did she notice this. She straightened her clothes with her right hand, which was holding the gun, and turned to Fang Debiao.
Fang Debiao, surrounded by three of his men, stepped forward. Having spent many years in the underworld, despite the scare and the death of one of his men, he had regained his composure. His face no longer showed any fear, as if the incident had never happened.
Fang Debiao spoke in C language this time, saying, "Thank you so much for your help, Miss. I am deeply grateful. May I ask your name? From our conversation just now, it seems you recognize me. What a coincidence! If you hadn't happened to be here, my life... hehe..."
A solemn expression appeared on Zhao Jianling's face as she pointed to Zhao Zizhong's grave, saying, "I've come to pay my respects."
Fang Debiao was startled and asked, "Pay respects? Brother Zhao Zizhong is...?"
Zhao Jianling said, "He is my father!"
Fang Debiao pointed to another bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone and exclaimed, "What? Brother Zhao Zizhong had a daughter? You sent this bouquet?"
Zhao Jianling showed a sorrowful expression, nodded, and said, "My name is Zhao Yuefang. He hasn't seen my mother since that night. But we've been following his news through Uncle Heping's correspondence, never expecting..."
Fang Debiao seemed to understand what was going on. He sighed and said, "So that's how it is. Zizhong and Aping had this affair, but they kept it from me all along. If I had known Zizhong had a family, I would have..."
The policewoman appeared very sad, but inwardly she found it extremely ridiculous. She had never tried going undercover before. The confrontation just now was indeed dangerous, and she had almost lost her life, but now that everything was calm, her feigned pitifulness had made Fang Debiao so sentimental. She had to force herself not to laugh.
"Uncle Fang...can I call you that?" Zhao Jianling interrupted Fang Debiao, asking a question. Seeing Fang Debiao nod, she said, "I want to know who killed my father. Uncle Ping has been refusing to tell me."
Fang Debiao pointed at Carter and said, "He didn't want to tell you, probably because he knew you were young and impetuous, and skilled. But the enemy outnumbered you, and you're a young woman. He didn't want you to seek revenge alone. But now, I can tell you. Your father died at his hands!" A
vengeful glint flashed in Zhao Jianling's eyes as she walked to Carter's side and squatted down. Fang Debiao and his three men immediately followed, walking behind her. The policewoman, because of her squatting posture, had her rather short top bunched up at the back, and the back of her suit trousers arched outwards, revealing not only a patch of her fair skin on her waist and back, but also the top edge of her white underwear. She seemed completely unaware of her exposure.
Zhao Jianling grabbed Carter's hair, turned his head, and asked, "Did you kill Zhao Zizhong?"
Carter had been shot twice, one of which hit his chest, a vital area. He was barely breathing. Knowing he was doomed, he nodded with difficulty, trying to speak, but his injuries prevented him from uttering a single word.
Seeing Carter's inability to speak, Fang Debiao explained in English, "This man is called Carter. His gang has always been our enemy. Two weeks ago, Carter planned an ambush against me, similar to today. Zizhong took a bullet for me. Am I right?"
Carter nodded again with great effort. Zhao Jianling sighed, released Carter's head, stood up, walked to Zhao Zizhong's tombstone, and then squatted down, clearing away the weeds in front of the tombstone. Even after squatting down, a section of the policewoman's body was still visible from behind. Although the crowd was gathered around her and attracted by her pure and beautiful temperament, they were all moved by the sad scene and had no intention of peeking at her exposed parts.
Zhao Jianling burst into tears, saying, "Father, although I haven't seen you for over twenty years since I was born, you are still my biological father. Carter won't live much longer either, and I've avenged you. Rest in peace!"
Fang Debiao remained silent until he saw Zhao Jianling wipe away her tears and stand up, then asked, "Yuefang, what are your plans now?"
Zhao Jianling said, "I know you were kind to my father and Uncle Ping, which is why my father abandoned my mother and Uncle Ping stayed by your side. I learned this martial art only to repay your kindness on his behalf, so that he could stay with my mother and live out his old age in peace. I never expected..."
Fang Debiao said, "I considered Zizhong a brother. Although he was kind to me in the past, I never felt he owed me anything.
Besides, now that he has died for me, I am the one indebted, not him. Yuefang, you are Zizhong's daughter and my savior. If you have any requests, please ask, and I will grant them."
Zhao Jianling said, "I only hope to stay... " "U country, and bring my mother here too."
Fang Debiao said, "That's no problem, I'll arrange it right away. As long as I live, you'll never have to worry about making a living."
Zhao Jianling said, "Thank you, Uncle Fang. I'm not used to receiving things without doing them. Whether it was my father or me saving you, it was all voluntary. I'm very grateful for your help to my mother and me. As compensation, I can help you for three months. I don't know if you think that's fair."
Fang Debiao showed surprise for the first time and said, "Really? That's such an honor. Yuefang is very skilled, and we all admire her. If you can teach my brothers some basic skills in these three months, I really don't know how to thank you."
Zhao Jianling smiled faintly, though somewhat melancholy, she had all the youthful energy of her age and said, "Uncle Fang, we don't need to be so polite. Let's go now."
Fang Debiao nodded, and everyone left the cemetery together. They had only taken a few steps when a light rain began to fall. Zhao Jianling had an umbrella in her hand, which she had already opened. One of Fang Debiao's men had also prepared one and quickly opened it to cover Fang Debiao. The group walked further and further away.
In the rain, two people stood up in the grass on one side of the cemetery. Judging from their appearance, these two people were also of Chinese descent.
One of them said, "Carter finally found out Fang Debiao's plan to pay respects, but at the last minute, a young and pretty girl appeared. This girl is really powerful. She even killed Carter. Now Carter's men are leaderless. It will be easy for the boss to swallow them up."
The other said, "That's for sure. It's just that this girl is really a formidable person. It's a pity that I didn't hear what she and Fang Debiao said. I'll have to find out what their relationship is later. It would be great if we could recruit her to our side!"
(II) Teaching Skills Leads to Conflict
The morning sun shone in the garden. Zhao Jianling got up early, had breakfast, and was leisurely taking a walk in a blue dress. Fang Debiao was indeed shrewd and adept at winning people over. He arranged very comfortable accommodations for her and had Uncle Ping's wife accompany her to buy some things. If she were truly Zhao Zizhong's daughter, she would naturally be quite moved at this moment.
It was only seven o'clock when a middle-aged woman in her forties ran towards them from a short distance away. This woman was Uncle Ping's wife, and one of the few U.S. citizens around Fang Debiao. Zhao Jianling called her Aunt Carol.
Before the policewoman arrived, she had had the opportunity to talk for a long time with the real Zhao Yuefang. She had a considerable understanding of Uncle Ping, the person she had been corresponding with, and was familiar with other things that Zhao Yuefang should know. Therefore, she did not reveal any flaws after arriving here.
Before Carol even got close, she called out in U.S. language, "Miss Zhao, it's almost time. Mr. Fang is waiting for you to teach! Today is the first day, so we need to make sure it's a good start."
Zhao Jianling nodded and said, "Yes, I'll go right now. But Uncle Fang's place is so big, with so many complicated roads. Without Aunt Carol to lead the way, I really wouldn't know where to go. It seems I still need to get used to it."
So, Carol led Zhao Jianling away from her residence. A large part of this area was Fang Debiao's private territory. Along the way, the policewoman carefully memorized the various passages. Although there were many side streets she hadn't walked through before, she asked Carol about each one and made sure she understood them.
After seven or eight minutes, the two arrived at a large bungalow. This was a gym, where Fang Debiao's men usually exercised. Carol led Zhao Jianling into the women's changing room. Since most of Fang Debiao's men were men, women like Carol were a minority, mostly their family members. They didn't train as frequently as the men who lived on the edge, so the women's changing room was much smaller than the men's.
Carol, holding the prepared clothes, said, "Look, I've prepared all the clothes for you. I didn't know your size, so I just guessed based on your figure. Try them on."
The policewoman frowned slightly upon seeing the clothes handed to her. It was a workout outfit: a red off-the-shoulder top with two wide, vertical black stripes on each side. The fabric was lightweight and very stretchy; she could tell at a glance it was slightly small for her, but the stretch meant she could still wear it. The bottom was a pair of light brown shorts, also with black stripes on the sides. There was also a pair of sneakers.
Zhao Jianling knew that wearing such clothes would not only reveal her figure but also expose her waist with the slightest movement. A blush crept across her face as she said, "Aunt Carol, isn't this too revealing? Do you have any other clothes? Let's try something else."
Carol replied, "What? This is considered revealing? And what's wrong with being revealing? Look around here, which girl doesn't dress provocatively? Your figure is so good, it's no wonder those men are envious. It's strange, it's like this in Europe too, you should get used to it. Only people from the Far East dress like you! And you were quite sexy yesterday too..."
The policewoman shook her head, unable to refuse. After all, she was in the lion's den, so she had to make do.
Seeing her take the clothes, Carol left the changing room. Although Zhao Jianling was unwilling, she could only go along with local customs and change into the sexy workout clothes.
After changing, the policewoman came out of the changing room, and Carol, who was waiting outside, immediately led her to Fang Debiao. Fang Debiao had been waiting for some time. Seeing Zhao Jianling ready, he greeted her with a broad smile and led her to the gym's lobby.
The policewoman, seeing that Fang Debiao showed no reprimand despite being late, and instead treated her with considerable respect, secretly admired his shrewdness. After all, she had only agreed to help him for three months yesterday. As the saying goes, "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him
for a lifetime." If Fang Debiao's men could learn even a fraction of the policewoman's skills, it would be incredibly beneficial. The lobby outside was already filled with Fang Debiao's men, the vast majority of whom were of Chinese descent. Everyone knew that a young woman in her twenties had saved Fang Debiao the day before. They had heard that this woman was Zhao Zizhong's illegitimate daughter, and possessed exceptional skills. She was temporarily working under Fang Debiao and had been invited by him to teach her some fighting and grappling techniques, so everyone was eager to see her.
Of course, these people were more curious than respectful; none of them truly admired the woman. As they watched their boss emerge with a young woman, their eyes lit up, and whistles erupted throughout the hall.
Zhao Jianling wore a tight-fitting top and shorts, her fair arms and legs completely bare, their lines exquisitely beautiful. The top and shorts clung tightly to the policewoman's curvaceous body, outlining her firm breasts and rounded buttocks, while also revealing the outline of her half-up bra.
The hem of her top barely covered the hem of her shorts, allowing the men to imagine that with any movement, her waist and navel would be visible. Her ankles were slender and delicate, enough to fuel the imagination about her feet clad in sneakers.
Fang Debiao said, "Quiet! Quiet! Let me introduce you all. This is Miss Zhao Yuefang, who saved my life yesterday. She's the daughter of Brother Zhao Zizhong. Miss Zhao is incredibly skilled. Yesterday, facing so many armed enemies, she injured several people with ease."
Someone below immediately chimed in, "Boss, don't exaggerate. Miss Zhao looks so delicate; she probably couldn't even lift a chair. She doesn't seem particularly skilled. We brothers may not be very capable, but at least we're quite sturdy."
Zhao Jianling smiled coldly. Indeed, the policewoman herself admitted that compared to Yang Qingyue, the highly skilled female criminal police captain also working in XX City, she appeared rather frail. She was less than 1.6 meters tall, and her weight was even less than 45 kilograms. The curves of her arms and legs were too soft, rather than possessing a strong, athletic physique. In U country, there were probably many more strong women; Fang Debiao's men had likely seen quite a few. However, martial arts skills are not simply determined by physique.
Seeing that most of his men were unconvinced and booing, Fang Debiao quickly shouted, "When have I, Fang Debiao, ever lied to you brothers? Don't underestimate Miss Zhao. She is quite skilled in both hand-to-hand combat and shooting. Yesterday was a truly dangerous moment. Just ask the brothers who went with me, and you'll know just how good she is."
“Boss, even if Miss Zhao is incredibly skilled, we need to see it for ourselves before we believe it. Words are no proof. Since Miss Zhao wants to teach us a few fighting and grappling moves, she should at least demonstrate some skills first…”
Hearing this, Zhao Jianling immediately interrupted the man, saying, “Since everyone wants to see it, let’s have a friendly spar. What would you like to see? In my opinion, how about we invite a few of you gentlemen to come up and exchange a few blows, so we can all learn from each other?”
Fang Debiao’s men were excited to see such a pretty young woman willingly offering to spar with the men. “Great! Miss Zhao is so straightforward.”
Although Fang Debiao knew Zhao Jianling was highly skilled, he thought she was only in her twenties, while most of his men were roughnecks. He worried that she might get injured, so he hardened his face and said, “This is outrageous. Miss Zhao and her father are my saviors. They are guests here. How can you make such a request?”
“Uncle Fang, let’s just have a friendly spar, nothing more.” Zhao Jianling knew that only by actually fighting could she subdue the others, but her next words left everyone speechless: “What do you all think is the best way to spar? Should we go one by one, or several at a time? Going several at a time would save time, but it’s best if there are no more than five people, otherwise, if I lose my focus, it will be difficult to control the force of my blows.”
Fang Debiao shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this, but since Zhao Jianling had already made her point, he couldn’t dissuade her any further and could only step aside. The atmosphere among the crowd became even more lively, with most of them thinking she was talking nonsense, and they discussed who should make the first move. Before long, five burly men stepped forward and surrounded Zhao Jianling from a distance.
One of them said, "Miss Zhao, although we five aren't the top fighters under Boss Fang, we still have some strength. If you can defeat all five of us together, then we'll all be convinced of your strength. However, we're used to fighting, so please forgive us if we don't know our limits."
The policewoman nodded and said, "Brothers, no need to be polite, please make your move!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the five men rushed forward, throwing punches and kicks. The policewoman dodged the attack with remarkable agility, using the difference in timing between their attacks to evade the blows. Just by looking at their moves, she knew that none of them had any martial arts training; their attacks were very ordinary. With opponents like that, even fifteen of them together wouldn't be a problem. In the previous exchange,
Zhao Jianling had darted to the left. The man on her left missed his punch, and seeing how agile his opponent was, he realized how formidable he was, but it was too late to dodge. Zhao Jianling's fists struck with lightning speed, one to the left and one to the right. Her left fist landed on his right cheek, and her right fist struck his left ribs. As previously stated, she hadn't used full force, and the man wisely stepped aside, ceasing his attack.
While Zhao Jianling was repelling the man on her left, the other four had already turned in the correct direction. Two of them were already facing the direction Zhao Jianling had dodged, so they were even faster, one throwing a punch and the other a kick.
But the policewoman deftly shifted her body, easily dodging both attacks.
As the policewoman turned around, her long, slender right leg swept out. Everyone saw her graceful leg flash before their eyes, her toe already striking one man's lower back. After her successful strike, Zhao Jianling didn't retract her leg. Instead, she slightly bent her knee, dodging the body of the man she had just kicked, and continued kicking forward. As her lower leg reached the same line as her thigh, it struck the second man's waist.
The two immediately retreated to the sides. Zhao Jianling hadn't used much force with her foot; otherwise, if the kick had landed, they would have been tumbling to the ground for a while before getting up. Only the
last two remained, which was naturally no challenge for the highly skilled policewoman. She dodged the attack from the man on her right, her right palm striking the back of his neck, while simultaneously punching the other man in the chest with her left hand. Both attacks were extremely swift, and the two men couldn't dodge them at all. Just as
Zhao Jianling was about to withdraw her attacks, she suddenly felt a whoosh of wind behind her, and someone threw a punch. She was startled.
Having faced many formidable enemies, her reaction was extremely agile; she turned again. This dodging technique is extremely useful when outnumbered, and the policewoman was particularly adept at it. Although the opponent's attack was swift, she still managed to evade it. Only then did the exclamations of surprise erupt.
It turned out that during her fight with Fang Debiao's five men, Zhao Jianling had already approached the left side of the gym. Among the people sitting there was a man named Gu Zhunwei, one of the few under Fang Debiao who had some martial arts training. Because he was concerned about his reputation and thought Zhao Jianling had boasted and was bound to lose, he hadn't joined the challenge.
But he never expected that these five men would be no match for her. Gu Zhunwei was originally highly regarded by Fang Debiao because of his superior skills. Now, seeing a young woman who not only received high praise from Fang Debiao but also instantly defeated three of them, Gu Zhunwei realized that if he faced these five men, he could only manage a draw, far inferior to Zhao Jianling. He immediately felt his position was threatened.
Gu Zhunwei, already narrow-minded, became even more emboldened by this thought. Knowing he was no match for Zhao Jianling, he waited until she approached and turned her back to him, knocking down the last two opponents before suddenly attacking.
Although his first strike missed, his right leg immediately flew up, kicking out.
The policewoman hadn't expected that, despite the agreed-upon five-person attack, a sixth person would launch a sneak attack. Caught completely off guard, she dodged the first blow, but by the time she turned, she was already on the defensive. Seeing that the opponent's kick was connected to his previous punch, she knew he was a martial artist.
Zhao Jianling usually fought using agility and counter-attacks while dodging, but this time, caught off guard, she couldn't dodge Gu Zhunwei's kick. She used both hands to protect herself, bracing herself against the kick. But the man was stronger, and it was a full-force attack. In the clash, the policewoman's upper body was thrown backward, her arms stretched out from the impact, her workout clothes billowing up and spilling off the hem of her shorts, revealing a large section of her slender, white waist.
The policewoman's upper body continued to lean backward, with most of the exposed area being her front, her smooth, white abdomen completely exposed, and her sexy navel clearly visible to Gu Zhunwei. Gu Zhunwei's left hand hooked and pulled her towards her waist. Before his arm could even support Zhao Jianling's body, his hand, reaching from behind, had already touched her flat, taut abdomen.
Gu Zhunwei's right hand also swiftly struck, preparing to seize the opportunity to grab Zhao Jianling's thigh. If he could just pick her up and throw her to the ground, even though it was a sneak attack, she would surely lose face.
At the same time, Gu Zhunwei's left arm had already touched Zhao Jianling's lower back, but unexpectedly, the touch was weak. Gu Zhunwei realized then that his opponent had already regained her balance, and he knew he was in trouble, but it was too late. Although his attack, which had started with a sneak attack, was swift and coordinated, it was still one step too late.
The policewoman's fair thigh had already risen before Gu Zhunwei's right hand could reach it, and her knee slammed heavily into his abdomen. Zhao Jianling had gone all out this time, partly out of hatred for Gu Zhunwei's sneak attack, and partly out of hatred for the lewd way he had grabbed his waist at the end.
Gu Zhunwei groaned, clutching his abdomen, and staggered back two steps before falling to the ground. The policewoman straightened her back, stood up, and pulled up the hem of her gym uniform to cover her exposed areas. At this point, Fang Debiao's men were completely convinced, and a cheer erupted in the gym.
Fang Debiao walked up to Gu Zhunwei, who was struggling on the ground in pain, and said, "What a disgrace. Drag him away, don't let him cause trouble here!"
Immediately, two men came over and dragged Gu Zhunwei away. Fang Debiao's men witnessed Zhao Jianling's agile and swift movements, her attacks sharp and accurate, and they were all filled with admiration. They were overjoyed at the prospect of learning such formidable martial arts. At this point, without needing further orders from Fang Debiao, they all listened attentively to Zhao Jianling's instruction.
The policewoman casually demonstrated a few basic introductory moves, then had everyone practice.
She made slight corrections to their movements, and after watching them practice for a while, which took half an hour, the first lesson was over.
Two days passed in this way. During these two days, besides teaching Fang Debiao's men some martial arts on the first day, Zhao Jianling also acted as a bodyguard, accompanying Fang Debiao on his outings. In addition, she was on an undercover mission.
Because Fang Debiao trusted Zhao Jianling quite a bit, she immediately entered the core of the gang, allowing her to gain a considerable understanding of Fang Debiao's entire group, including their personnel distribution, sphere of influence, crimes they were involved in, and some of their rivals.
Unfortunately, however, the policewoman was still completely unaware of the information that Mark and Zheng Xiaoye were truly interested in. She still couldn't confirm whether there was another mastermind behind Fang Debiao, nor could she find Fang Debiao's informant within the police force. However, Fang Debiao was very well-informed about the police, which was easy to detect.
This was another day for martial arts instruction. Fang Debiao originally planned for Zhao Jianling to train his men daily for the next three months, but the policewoman knew that if she taught too much, their skills would become too strong, causing problems for future police operations. Therefore, she insisted on changing it to three times a week. Furthermore, she only taught some basic and simple punches and kicks. The policewoman knew that the key to martial arts was diligent practice, not something that could be mastered immediately. After
Zhao Jianling finished breakfast, it was almost seven o'clock. She immediately set off for the gym, but upon opening the door, she found a letter on the door. The policewoman opened it and read that it was from Gu Zhunwei, who had failed in his sneak attack two days prior and was publicly humiliated. Harboring resentment, he challenged Zhao Jianling to a duel in the woods five kilometers east of the gym after the martial arts instruction. The letter was signed by Gu Zhunwei and Zhang Guoqiang.
The policewoman possessed an exceptional memory, able to recall everything she'd seen. She quickly gathered information about Fang Debiao's men from the past few days. Zhang Guoqiang was Gu Zhunwei's friend and seemed to have some martial arts skills, though far inferior to Gu Zhunwei's. He was rather aloof and not well-liked; he was a character few understood.
Seeing that it was almost 7 PM before the agreed-upon training session, Zhao Jianling stopped thinking about it and rushed to the gym. When she arrived, she found that neither Gu Zhunwei nor Zhang Guoqiang had shown up. As before, the policewoman spent half an hour teaching some simple movements, and the training session ended. Afterwards, still wearing her gym clothes, she headed east.
In the past two days, the policewoman had familiarized herself with the surrounding terrain and roads. Although the woods 5,000 meters east of the gym were still within Fang Debiao's territory, they were no longer the gang's private domain. Gu Zhunwei's actions there would naturally be less likely to be interfered with by others.
Zhao Jianling knew that Gu Zhunwei's martial arts skills were far inferior to hers, and with the addition of the rather weak Zhang Guoqiang, they would naturally be no match. However, these two dared to challenge her, perhaps they had other helpers or were prepared. But the policewoman was skilled and daring, and didn't care.
Because of the long distance, it took her more than half an hour to walk there, and she was drenched in sweat from walking so fast. She knew this was exactly what Gu Zhunwei intended to do to exhaust her. Although Zhao Jianling doubted the necessity of this fight, she thought that Gu Zhunwei was a capable man under Fang Debiao, and since there was a conflict, it should at least be resolved.
When she reached the woods, she saw Gu Zhunwei and Zhang Guoqiang already waiting for her. Beside Gu Zhunwei stood an unfamiliar C-descendant, someone Zhao Jianling had never seen before. The policewoman paid special attention to this, but this helper of Gu Zhunwei remained expressionless and silent.
Zhang Guoqiang said, "Miss Zhao Yuefang is truly trustworthy. Let me introduce you, this is my friend Fu Wenqian. He's heard Miss Zhao is exceptionally skilled in martial arts and would like to see for himself."
Gu Zhunwei, his face full of anger, said, "Miss Zhao, we must settle the score from the day before yesterday!
Don't blame us for having too many of us."
With that, Gu Zhunwei charged forward, and Zhang Guoqiang also rushed in from the other side, leaving only Fu Wenqian standing there motionless. The policewoman dodged Gu Zhunwei's punch, her right leg swiftly rising and kicking straight at Zhang Guoqiang. Although Zhang Guoqiang was facing Zhao Jianling's powerful leg, he had no time to dodge and could only raise his hand to parry.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Jianling's kick was a feint. She had never seen Zhang Guoqiang fight before, and this move was intended to assess his strength. Seeing that his parrying technique was rather clumsy, she confirmed that his martial arts were far inferior to Gu Zhunwei's. She slightly bent her leg and kicked towards Gu Zhunwei.
Gu Zhunwei had witnessed Zhao Jianling's legwork when she faced five opponents that day, and knowing its power, he quickly dodged to the side. As their bodies passed each other, Gu Zhunwei threw a punch, which Zhao Jianling easily dodged. The policewoman's counterattack was swift and powerful, landing a punch on his shoulder.
Fortunately, Zhang Guoqiang lunged from the other side, preventing Zhao Jianling's punch from landing properly, but it still caused Gu Zhunwei to stagger back two steps. Facing Zhang Guoqiang's renewed attack, the policewoman deftly dodged, grabbing his arm from the side with her left hand and gently pulling him, causing Zhang Guoqiang to lose his balance and fall forward.
Zhao Jianling's right hand formed a palm strike, aiming for the back of Zhang Guoqiang's neck as he fell forward. If this strike landed, it would incapacitate Zhang Guoqiang. Just then, the policewoman sensed an attack from her side and rear, a powerful surge of force, and knew it was Fu Wenqian, who had been observing quietly, who had made his move.
Although Fu Wenqian hadn't attacked alongside Gu Zhunwei and Zhang Guoqiang earlier, Zhao Jianling was wary of him, and thus hadn't gone all out in the brief exchanges with Zhang Guoqiang and Gu Zhunwei. Now, seeing Fu Wenqian's impressive skills, she knew he was an important ally of Gu Zhunwei, and it was precisely because of his presence that Gu Zhunwei dared to challenge her.
The policewoman shifted her position, dodging to the side. Gu Zhunwei and Zhang Guoqiang, catching their breath, regained their balance and, together with Fu Wenqian, launched a frontal attack on Zhao Jianling. Fu Wenqian's skills were indeed superior to Gu Zhunwei's, his offense and defense well-balanced. But now that the enemy's situation was clear, the policewoman immediately went all out. Her movements were graceful and swift, and the three men couldn't withstand her attacks, forced to retreat repeatedly. Zhao Jianling
rallied, advancing while pursuing. She struck Zhang Guoqiang in the chest with her left fist, kicked Gu Zhunwei in the abdomen with her right foot, and punched Fu Wenqian in the right shoulder with her right fist. Zhang Guoqiang and Gu Zhunwei both fell to the ground. Fu Wenqian was quicker to retreat; although Zhao Jianling's punch didn't land, it still made him lose his balance.
The policewoman took another step forward with her right foot, preparing to knock Fu Wenqian down, but suddenly felt her foot slip.
She knew Gu Zhunwei must have been prepared, but she had initially assumed Fu Wenqian's skill was part of Gu Zhunwei's plan and had lowered her guard. Unexpectedly, she now realized that the enemy had laid an ambush, but it was too late.
She had stepped into a pre-arranged snare, the rope threaded diagonally upwards through a tree branch, with someone lying in ambush at the other end. Seeing Zhao Jianling fall into the trap, that person immediately tightened the rope. The snare instantly tightened, firmly binding the policewoman's right ankle. Simultaneously, with a pull, she was pulled down by the rope, her body dragged a distance on the ground before being hoisted upside down into the air.
The policewoman was suspended upside down in the air, one long, slender leg hanging straight down, while the other leg swiftly moved up to stabilize her balance, preventing her body from swaying. A section of her snow-white waist was exposed between her shorts and the hem of her workout clothes, standing out starkly against the red and black top and light brown shorts.
Even as one of Interpol's most elite female officers, Zhao Jianling, couldn't escape the trap, no matter how quick her reflexes. Zhao Jianling quickly straightened her back, using her core strength to lift her upper body and reach for the rope around her ankles.
Unfortunately, besides the one controlling this noose, another person controlled a different one; Zhao Jianling simply hadn't stepped on it. Seeing Zhao Jianling fall into the trap and try to escape, the other person rushed out and grabbed her snow-white, rounded shoulders.
The policewoman's strength was no match for a man's, and her core strength was no match for the strength of her arms; her body was instantly pulled down. Unwilling to surrender, Zhao Jianling swung her arms, knocking the ambush attacker back a few steps. Unexpectedly, Fu Wenqian rushed up from behind, grabbed the hem of her workout clothes, and ripped the top down, immediately covering her head.
The policewoman's upper body was now mostly exposed, her smooth, silky skin appearing exceptionally pure and flawless. With her head covered, she couldn't see anything, and even her arms were being held. Despite her exceptional skills, she had no chance to resist in this situation.
The men, seeing this highly skilled young woman captured alive, were extremely excited. Zhang Guoqiang and Gu Zhunwei also arrived at this time, raining blows on her bare abdomen and back.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Zhao Jianling's upside-down body convulsed, constantly emitting painful groans, unable to offer any effective resistance. The thugs beat her for about a minute before stopping. The ambushers holding the other end of the rope released their grip, and the policewoman's body slammed heavily to the ground under the force of gravity. Several men swarmed her and pinned her to the ground.
Although Zhao Jianling was highly skilled in martial arts, she was weaker than a man, especially when held down by several people. Fu Wenqian hastily pulled her gym clothes back into place, covering most of the policewoman's previously exposed body, but a short section of her waist was still not completely covered.
In the struggle, the right shoulder strap of the policewoman's bra had slipped out from the side of her off-shoulder top and slid down to her right arm. Gu Zhunwei pulled the strap back onto her shoulder, and together with Zhang Guoqiang, they tied her arms behind her back and bound her wrists tightly with rope several times. The other two ambushers grabbed Zhao Jianling's feet and tied her slender ankles as well.
Finally, a strip of cloth was placed over Zhao Jianling's mouth and tied in a knot behind her head. Then the men brought a burlap sack and put the captured policewoman inside. Five men carried the wriggling sack and disappeared into the woods.
(III) Hanging and Humiliating the Female Officer
This was a dimly lit bungalow. Zhao Jianling was suspended in mid-air in the center of the room. The gag over the policewoman's mouth had been torn off, and her hands, as when she was captured, were bound behind her back with her wrists tied. A rope was attached to the rope binding her wrists, suspending her in the air.
Zhao Jianling had been captured alive by criminals using various methods before, and was often hung up, but most of the time her arms were tightly bound to her upper body, so that her entire upper body was under strain when she was hung. Now, however, all her weight was on her wrists, pulling her arms backward and upward.
The policewoman's upper body leaned forward, almost horizontally, her bare arms hanging backward and upward, her buttocks slightly raised, and her ankles bound by two other ropes, spreading her legs at a right angle and pulling them to the sides.
Although she had only been hanging for two minutes, Zhao Jianling felt as if her arms and shoulders were being torn apart, the pain excruciating. She was drenched in sweat, her clothes instantly soaked. The policewoman's already tight-fitting workout clothes clung even more tightly to her body, outlining the sharp curves of her breasts. Through the two layers of fabric, including her bra, the shape of her nipples was clearly visible at the tips of her breasts.
The five men chuckled maliciously as they watched the young woman, skilled in martial arts, bound and unable to move. Gu Zhunwei, deeply resentful of Zhao Jianling for embarrassing him in public two days prior, was about to torture her after finally capturing her when Zhang Guoqiang stopped him.
Gu Zhunwei said, rather displeased, "Zhang Guoqiang, why are you stopping me?"
Zhang Guoqiang replied, "Brother Gu, I understand your desire to teach her a lesson. But don't forget, we all captured this girl together. Her kung fu is so formidable; without Brother Fu and the others' help, the two of us wouldn't have been a match for her."
Gu Zhunwei blushed slightly, but remembering Zhao Jianling's superior martial arts, how they had all been defeated, and how they had only managed to capture her using a pre-prepared trap, he felt he had lost face, but Fu Wenqian hadn't. Yao Ke, feeling smug, said, "In that case, Brother Fu, what brilliant idea do you have?"
Fu Wenqian said, "This girl has a great figure and is quite pretty. She should be stripped naked for everyone's amusement. But things are different now. There are some important things she needs to tell us. After she tells us, you can do whatever you want with her!"
Hearing this, the policewoman was startled. Although she knew that being captured alive by these men would likely lead to humiliation, she hadn't expected Fu Wenqian to have ulterior motives. She didn't know what Fu Wenqian wanted to know, nor what his purpose was in wanting to know these things.
Gu Zhunwei also asked, "In that case, what exactly does Brother Fu want to know? Does this girl know some important information that catches your eye?"
Unexpectedly, Zhang Guoqiang answered, "Brother Gu, you really don't know. Brother Fu is a member of the Nanyang Association."
Hearing the words "Nanyang Association," the policewoman's heart tightened immediately. The Nanyang Society is composed of a group of people of Southeast Asian descent. Because members of the Nanyang Society frequently return to Southeast Asia to visit relatives, it was previously considered the most likely organization to uncover Zhao Jianling's undercover identity. However, since the Nanyang Society had no prior dealings with Fang Debiao—neither friend nor foe—Zhao Jianling hadn't expected them to get involved. Now, upon hearing this, she couldn't help but suspect that Fu Wenqian had already discovered her identity.
Gu Zhunwei said, "My apologies, Brother Fu. So you're from the Nanyang Society. Does the Nanyang Society have some connection with Miss Zhao Yuefang?"
Zhang Guoqiang said, "The Nanyang Society and Miss Zhao Yuefang don't have any connection. However, Miss Zhao knows quite a bit of information about the Nanyang Society's enemies."
Gu Zhunwei asked curiously, "This girl has only been in the U country for a few days, how could she know any information? Doesn't she know who the Nanyang Society's enemies are?"
Zhang Guoqiang said, "Haha. It seems Brother Gu Zhunwei doesn't know yet, the Nanyang Society's enemy is our Boss Fang! Although this girl has only been here for a few days, she is Zhao Zizhong's daughter, and Boss Fang considers her a confidante. She knows quite a bit about our organization!"
Gu Zhunwei's expression immediately changed, and he said, "What did you say?"
Fu Wenqian said, "Your Boss Fang has the most power in S City. Although we are also an organization mainly composed of Chinese people, when we recruit new members, we find that most of them would rather join Boss Fang's side. If this continues, we won't even be able to recruit people, let alone develop. So we have long since..." Ban was considered an enemy, but he just didn't take any action.
Gu Zhunwei was surprised and said: "Zhang Guoqiang, you...did you also join them?"
Fu Wenqian said: "He?" He has been one of ours for a long time. It was us who instructed him to reveal to Carter and his gang that your boss was going to pay homage to Zhao Zizhong three days ago, hoping to cause a fight between the two parties. Unexpectedly, Carter was useless and was solved by this chick. "
Zhang Guoqiang said: "Brother Gu, let me advise you. Although you fell into the hands of Miss Zhao Yuefang the day before yesterday, Boss Fang didn't give you a good look. I think you might as well join the Nanyang Association. If you are good at it, Boss Yang will definitely use you.
Gu Zhunwei said: "You... you, this..."
Fu Wenqian said: "Whether you want to join or not, just one sentence is enough!"
Gu Zhunwei said: "I won't join!" Ah..."
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his vest, and saw the tip of a knife emerging from his heart. It turned out that one of the two men from the Nanyang Society who came with Fu Wenqian later inserted a dagger into his back. The suddenness and ruthlessness of this change startled even a seasoned policewoman.
"What a waste! It would have been better if he were dead." Zhang Guoqiang glanced at Gu Zhunwei's corpse, walked to the policewoman, and said, "Miss Zhao Yuefang, you are now our prisoner. However, as long as you join the Nanyang Society, no one will mistreat you." Zhao
Jianling felt her arms were almost numb from being suspended, but she kept calculating in her mind. If she didn't agree, these people would still have a use for her and wouldn't kill her. But if she didn't reveal what they wanted to know, she would likely be tortured to the point of death; if she pretended to agree, these people would probably let her stay by Fang Debiao's side, which would be more useful to the Nanyang Society, giving her room to maneuver later.
The policewoman's eyes darted around, and she said, "I don't want to die! I promise, I promise to join the Nanyang Society. Please put me down."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Guoqiang said, "Miss Zhao Yuefang, I don't believe you. Your father is Fang Debiao's brother, and you saved his life. It would be strange if you betrayed our boss, Fang."
Zhao Jianling asked, "Then how can I believe you?"
Zhang Guoqiang said, "It's simple. Tell us about our boss Fang's daily personnel arrangements on his land, and also tell us where he goes and his routes every day of the week. That way we can believe you."
The policewoman hesitated for a moment, because if she didn't tell him, these four men might torture her cruelly. But this information was also very useful to Fang Debiao's enemies. Once they knew Fang Debiao's internal defenses and usual locations, whether it was infiltrating his territory to launch a surprise attack or ambushing him on his way out, it would pose a considerable threat, especially since there was a traitor like Zhang Guoqiang within the organization!
Zhao Jianling gritted her teeth and said, "I've only been here a few days, I don't know anything about these things."
Before she finished speaking, Zhang Guoqiang raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face, turning the policewoman's delicate face to the side in an instant. He said, "Miss Zhao, it seems you really have no sincerity in cooperating with us. You are now Boss Fang's personal bodyguard, how could you not even know these things?"
Zhao Jianling remained silent, glaring angrily at the thugs. On one hand, she prioritized the bigger picture; Fang Debiao's life or death was a minor matter, but finding out who was behind him was of paramount importance. On the other hand, the policewoman had been captured alive by these men and was at their mercy. Even if she revealed Fang Debiao's information, there was no guarantee that these men would let her go easily.
Fu Wenqian stepped forward, a folded soft whip in his hand. He used the tip of the whip to lift the policewoman's chin and said, "What I like most are women with exceptional skills. Conquering them is a great pleasure. Brother Zhang, yesterday Third Brother led everyone to subdue Carter's remnants, and the result..."
Zhang Guoqiang, being an informant for Fang Debiao, wasn't very clear about the Nanyang Society's actions, so he asked,
"How did it go? Did you run into some beautiful women again? Hahaha!"
Fu Wenqian said, "Yes, women, but we caught an undercover female detective. Blonde and blue-eyed, quite pretty, and quite skilled. It took two of my brothers and me to catch her alive. This policewoman is quite fierce; no matter how we tortured her, she wouldn't confess anything. But after being stripped naked, tortured, and trained by the brothers all night, she's now obediently serving everyone! Hahaha!"
Zhao Jianling felt a pang of sadness. She knew that Interpol had also placed a female police officer under Carter's command as an infiltrator, and it was she who had given them the information that Carter was going to ambush Fang Debiao. Originally, with Carter's death, this policewoman's mission should have ended, but unexpectedly, she fell into the hands of the Nanyang Association, and somehow her identity was exposed, making her life worse than death.
Zhang Guoqiang's face showed a leisurely, longing expression as he said, "What a pity, every time such a good thing happens, it's never my turn."
Fu Wenqian pointed to the policewoman suspended in mid-air and said, "Isn't this her turn? This chick, although not a female detective, is more skilled than any female detective, pretty, with a great figure, and a fiery temper; it'll definitely be a lot of fun."
Zhang Guoqiang was delighted, looking at Zhao Jianling with lustful eyes. The policewoman knew her doom was imminent, clenching her teeth and secretly reminding herself not to let these people know her true identity, otherwise, her fate would be even more unpredictable.
Fu Wenqian continued, "It's a pity that Third Brother has a fondness for talent. Seeing this girl's skill, he values her highly. But as the saying goes, 'A general in the field may disobey the emperor's orders.' We need to get information out of this girl. If she doesn't confess, we'll do what we're supposed to do. Hahaha! Girl, will you talk or not?"
It turned out that Fu Wenqian was one of the two people who witnessed Zhao Jianling defeat Carter's men and save Fang Debiao at the cemetery that day. The other person was the third-in-command of the Nanyang Society.
Seeing that Zhao Jianling remained silent, Zhang Guoqiang stepped forward, stood directly in front of her, and with both hands, through two layers of soaked clothing, pinched her two nipples, which were already erect and pressed tightly against her clothes. The policewoman, already sweating profusely and in great pain from being tied up, shuddered as if electrocuted and couldn't help but groan.
"Ah..."
Zhao Jianling's sensitive nipples were pinched by the man, and her body trembled slightly. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead and nose, and her delicate face was slightly contorted.
Zhang Guoqiang said, "Miss Zhao Yuefang's temper is indeed quite tough. But if you don't cooperate, don't blame us for being impolite."
Although the policewoman was leaning heavily, she still managed to tilt her head back, staring directly at the man, as if she were about to breathe fire. Zhang Guoqiang met her gaze and felt a chill in his heart. He involuntarily released his hands from her nipples and stepped aside. As
soon as he stepped back, Fu Wenqian flicked his soft whip, lashing out from the upper right to the lower left, striking Zhao Jianling's body. The policewoman shuddered and let out a muffled groan. Even though her gym clothes were thin but quite resilient, the whip tore a long gash, revealing the policewoman's snow-white skin.
Fu Wenqian was a martial arts practitioner, and his strike was both heavy and fast. He was arrogant about his martial arts skills, yet he had been utterly defeated by a young woman like Zhao Jianling, filling him with resentment. No sooner had the first lash passed than the second lash came, striking from the upper left to the lower right.
"Ugh..."
Zhao Jianling, though trying to endure it, still let out a muffled groan, her body trembling again. The moment the lash struck her body, the tip tore through her upper garment. The soft whip then swept horizontally across the tear in her clothing, ripping a large section to shreds. The policewoman's upper body, from the chest down, was now mostly exposed, her flat, taut abdomen and sexy navel fully revealed to the man.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ah...ah..."
Fu Wenqian's hands didn't stop; the third and fourth lashes followed immediately. Zhao Jianling, already numb and aching from the cruel hanging torture inflicted by the thugs, was now subjected to even more severe torture. Although she tried to endure it, she eventually couldn't hold back any longer and groaned loudly.
After ten lashes, Fu Wenqian stopped. The policewoman, having endured a round of torture, finally released her pent-up breath, panting heavily. Her gym clothes were reduced to mere shreds, her pristine body naked, crisscrossed with pale blue whip marks.
During the torture of Zhao Jianling, Fu Wenqian had stopped striking her chest after noticing the tear in her bra, leaving her white tank top undamaged. However, the policewoman was covered in sweat, her thin bra clinging to her firm breasts, almost transparent, revealing her red nipples and pale areolas—her breasts were practically naked.
Fu Wenqian said, "Miss Zhao Yuefang is indeed a heroine, she's really good at enduring! But if this continues, we'll ruin your delicate skin. Miss Zhao, if you don't confess, we'll have to try something different!"
Zhang Guoqiang said, "Brother Fu, Miss Zhao's figure is truly stunning, you wouldn't know unless you strip her naked. There's one part of her body that's always exposed, very attractive, but you've never seen it."
Zhang Guoqiang's hand slid down the policewoman's sexy left thigh, past her knee and calf, landing on her ankle, which was bound by ropes. With a gentle pull, he removed her sneakers, revealing a fair and slender foot.
Fu Wenqian exclaimed, "Indeed, not bad. I've seen many women, but I've never seen such a beautiful foot."
As he spoke, he walked to Zhang Guoqiang's side, put the whip in his left hand, and used his right hand to caress the policewoman's bound left foot. He grabbed Zhao Jianling's delicate feet, repeatedly stroking and kneading them, and constantly prying open the policewoman's neat and small toes with his fingers.
Before the age of twenty, Zhao Jianling was relatively conservative and rarely went barefoot. Later, she followed the trend, and although she mostly wore sandals barefoot in the summer, it was something only men could see, not touch. Now, with a man humiliating her feet with such lewd gestures, she involuntarily struggled for a moment out of shame, but quickly calmed down.
Fu Wenqian waved his hand, and the two thugs who came with him immediately understood and acted. One of them went to Zhao Jianling's right side and removed her right sneaker. The other thug handed over two pairs of leg clamps, one to Fu Wenqian and the other to the first thug.
Fu Wenqian had received information from Zhang Guoqiang that this time they were dealing with the beautiful yet fierce young woman he had seen at the cemetery. To obtain intelligence, interrogation and torture of Zhao Jianling would likely be unavoidable after capture, so they carried some simple torture instruments with them.
At this moment, the two clamps were secured to the policewoman's beautiful feet. Fu Wenqian gripped the ends of the clamps tightly and snapped them shut. Zhao Jianling immediately felt a piercing pain shoot through her left foot, her left leg jerking violently as she let out a piercing groan.
"Ah..."
Before her groan could even escape her lips, the thug on her right tightened the clamps. The policewoman's right leg shuddered violently again, and her already sweaty body was now covered in large beads of sweat. Her delicate face was contorted in extreme pain.
When Fu Wenqian and the other man released the clamps, Zhao Jianling's previously upright body immediately went limp, her face drooping, and she gasped for breath.
Fu Wenqian said, "Miss Zhao, are you going to confess or not?"
Zhao Jianling only gave a cold snort. Fu Wenqian nodded to the other thug, and the two of them tightened the clamps together. With a scream, the policewoman's body tensed up again. Zhang Guoqiang stood beside her, seeing everything clearly as the policewoman's legs trembled slightly in pain, veins bulging, a truly pitiful sight.
This torture of clamping her feet lasted for two minutes. When Fu Wenqian and the thug released the clamps, Zhao Jianling felt her vision go black and she fainted. Another man who was not actively involved quickly brought a basin of cold water and splashed it on her face. Only then did Zhao Jianling gradually regain consciousness.
Fu Wenqian leered, "Miss Zhao Yuefang, your ability to endure torture is no less than that policewoman's. But I have plenty of other methods; I'm not afraid you won't confess. The longer you hold out, the more fun we'll have, hahaha!"
In truth, Zhao Jianling, as one of Interpol's most elite female officers, possessed a will and perseverance far surpassing that of the female detectives under Carter's command. Moreover, she had always been involved in dangerous missions, repeatedly captured and tortured, making her quite experienced in enduring torture. Even so, after only a few minutes of interrogation, she felt excruciating pain and weakness throughout her body, with no idea how much longer she could endure.
Seeing that the highly skilled Zhao Jianling was barely clothed, Zhang Guoqiang had long harbored wicked thoughts. He said, "Brother Fu, we don't need to waste words with her. When she can't hold on any longer, she'll naturally confess everything she knows."
Fu Wenqian said, "No rush. Before we make our move, we should at least give her a chance. Miss Zhao, don't you think?"
As he spoke, he took the soft whip and poked Zhao Jianling's left breast with the tip before pulling it back.
The policewoman's breasts, clung tightly to her sweat-soaked, transparent bra, were delicate and quite elastic. The touch of the whip made them tremble, making them even more sexy.
Zhao Jianling could tell that these men were filled with lewd thoughts. She knew that whether she confessed or not, she would be cruelly violated by them. She coldly cursed, "Beasts!"
Fu Wenqian flicked the soft whip, lashing it down vertically from top to bottom, striking the policewoman's chest squarely. Her bra was immediately ripped open by the whip, completely exposing the cleavage between her breasts. Her bulging pectoral muscles, glistening with sweat, were even more striking.
The policewoman, naturally chaste, already felt immense shame at being naked in front of the thugs, but now even her bra was torn, revealing her cleavage in public. However, remembering that her bra was now transparent and her firm breasts were clearly visible to the man, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain, as if Fu Wenqian's whip hadn't struck her at all.
The man didn't stop, striking Zhao Jianling's shoulders twice more, instantly snapping the shoulder straps of her half-up vest-style bra. However, the soaked bra clung tightly to her chest and didn't fall down.
Fu Wenqian then turned the whip and struck the policewoman's hips. With each lash, Zhao Jianling's naked body trembled. After several lashes, her shorts were torn to shreds, and her underwear, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to her body, the fabric on both sides of her waist also broken.
His intention with these lashes was to remove her clothes, so he stood further away, only letting the tip of the whip strike. Therefore, the pain inflicted on Zhao Jianling was not as severe as the previous torture, allowing her to grit her teeth and suppress a groan.
The men stared intently at the nearly naked young woman bound before them, finding it hard to believe she was the same highly skilled and exceptionally capable fighter they had just witnessed. They certainly couldn't imagine she was a renowned, high-ranking policewoman from Southeast Asia.
The policewoman's underwear was narrow, leaving her buttocks partially exposed. Through her soaked underwear, the deep cleft of her buttocks and sparse pubic hair were clearly visible. To get a full view, Zhang Guoqiang circled around the bound Zhao Jianling, leering incessantly.
Fu Wenqian said, "If Miss Zhao continues to be so stubborn, then I'll have to strip you of all that 'clothing' on you!"
With that, he swung his soft whip again, and where the whip touched, the policewoman's remaining tattered bra and underpants were torn off, completely exposing her breasts, genitals, and buttocks. Although everyone could clearly see these parts through her soaked underwear, the men still let out a gasp of admiration as the last piece of cloth fell from her body.
Zhao Jianling was now filled with shame and anger. Previously, when a high-ranking policewoman like her was captured by criminals, severe torture was inevitable. Because of her delicate features and pure temperament, she was almost always stripped naked during interrogations, but this was the first time a policewoman had ever been stripped naked using a soft whip like Fu Wenqian had done. This was also because Fu Wenqian was a martial artist, his attacks were fast, accurate, and ruthless, and he seemed to be proficient in it.
Zhang Guoqiang said, "Brother Fu, we'll go first. You go in front and I'll go behind, no need to be polite."
Fu Wenqian and Zhang Guoqiang positioned themselves one in front of and one behind Zhao Jianling. Although the policewoman struggled desperately with her naked body, she was bound and unable to use her martial arts skills, leaving her at the mercy of the men.
The two men unzipped their pants and, together, grabbed Zhao Jianling's struggling naked body. Zhang Guoqiang grabbed the policewoman's firm breasts from behind, while Fu Wenqian grabbed her round buttocks from the front. The two men firmly restrained her body, and Zhao Jianling's struggles immediately diminished. The thugs thrust forward together, their already erect penises simultaneously penetrating the policewoman's vagina and anus.
"Ah..."
Zhao Jianling let out a scream. As one of Interpol's most elite female officers, her identity was not yet exposed during her undercover work for Fang Debiao, but she was instead captured and humiliated by members of the Nanyang Society. Her superior martial arts skills were rendered useless by her bindings, leaving her helpless to be raped in such a cruel manner.
Fu Wenqian, having practiced martial arts for many years, realized that even with two others, they couldn't defeat such a beautiful woman. Now that he had finally captured and stripped her, he wouldn't let the opportunity to conquer her slip by. Zhang Guoqiang, working under Fang Debiao, had long coveted Zhao Jianling's beauty and talent, and now, seizing the opportunity, he went all out.
Although the policewoman had many sexual experiences, they were all rapes, so her physical reactions were no different from those of a woman with little sexual experience. At this moment, her vagina was completely dry and tight, and Fu Wenqian's thrusting in and out, though strenuous, felt incredibly pleasurable.
Zhang Guoqiang didn't have many opportunities to play with women under Fang Debiao's command, but he never expected to be able to rape such a skilled and strong-willed young woman. At this moment, his genitals were repeatedly thrusting in and out of Zhao Jianling's anus, while his hands were wantonly ravaging her breasts, which he found extremely enjoyable.
The policewoman's perfectly proportioned, almost flawless, naked body swayed like a fallen leaf in the midst of a frenzied rape. Her buttocks bounced back and forth with the two men's thrusts, her firm breasts being kneaded into various shapes.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."
The two men, their minds filled with thoughts of Zhao Jianling's martial arts prowess, their eyes fixed on her pure, delicate, and immaculate beauty, their ears filled with her moans of shame and pain, felt an overwhelming excitement. The psychological and physical pleasure intertwined, quickly bringing them to orgasm. Almost simultaneously, both men ejaculated inside the policewoman.
As soon as Fu Wenqian and Zhang Guoqiang withdrew their genitals, two other men immediately swarmed around them, taking their places and beginning a new round of rape. Having just ejaculated, Fu Wenqian and Zhang Guoqiang, though eager, were now exhausted and could only move to either side to fondle the policewoman's two beautiful feet.
Soon, the two men finished their rape, and Fu Wenqian and Zhang Guoqiang stepped forward again, this time switching positions, with Zhang Guoqiang behind and Fu Wenqian in front.
The rape continued in this manner, round after round. Zhao Jianling's body was being wantonly violated against her will, and the pain and shame she felt could only be expressed through groans and struggles. Throughout the rape, the ropes binding her swayed constantly with the men's thrusts and her writhing, digging deeply into the skin of her wrists and ankles.
Mentally, the policewoman naturally felt no sexual desire or pleasure, but due to the intensity and frequency of the rape, Zhao Jianling, who had initially controlled her physical reactions through willpower and subconsciousness, eventually became numb and overwhelmed by pain, her body ultimately collapsing under the rapists' abuse.
In just one hour, the highly skilled policewoman was subjected to eight rounds of violent rape by the thugs. Each man ejaculated twice into her vagina and anus, and Zhao Jianling was raped until she fainted twice, only to be quickly awakened by the pain.
When the four men finally stopped, completely satisfied, the whip marks on the policewoman's snow-white body had faded, replaced by the men's fingerprints. Her nipples and genitals were swollen and red, and the inside of her beautifully curved thighs were covered with a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid.
Fu Wenqian said, “Miss Zhao Yuefang, I really didn’t expect you to be so stubborn. We’ve already taken your body, and you still won’t tell us the information we want to know?”
Zhao Jianling gasped for breath, her pair of perky breasts heaving, and cursed, “You beasts! You will all die a horrible death!”
Zhang Guoqiang said, “This little girl is really steadfast! Brother Fu, what kind of tricks should we try next?”
Fu Wenqian said, “I came out in a hurry this time and didn’t bring all the torture instruments with me. But if we take this little girl back, Third Brother probably won’t let us torture her like this. Why don’t we go out together and pick out some torture instruments? We can also let Miss Zhao rest and recuperate, so that the next round will be more exciting.”
So Fu Wenqian, Zhang Guoqiang, and another member of the Nanyang Society went out to get torture instruments, leaving only one person to guard Zhao Jianling.
(IV) Playthings Lead to Danger
Zhao Jianling’s hands were still tied behind her back, but the ropes holding her wrists were untied, and she had been taken down from the state of being suspended in the air. The policewoman's feet remained bound in mid-air, leaving her with her upper body on the ground and her legs raised and spread apart.
Zhao Jianling's arms were completely numb from the prolonged suspension, and the repeated gang rapes had exhausted her strength, leaving her utterly drained. But the will to survive made her close her eyes and lie on the ground, seizing every opportunity to recover.
The man who stayed to guard her, though wanting to rape Zhao Jianling a few more times, had also expended considerable energy, and going at it again without rest would be difficult. So he simply touched the policewoman's flawless naked body from head to toe several times.
Seeing Zhao Jianling lying on the ground, unable to react violently to his molestation and humiliation, the perpetrator lost interest, a wave of weariness washing over him. He had nothing to worry about and actually collapsed onto a table to sleep.
Three men had already left to retrieve the torture instruments, and the remaining one had carelessly begun to rest. The policewoman knew this was the best chance to escape. If she couldn't recover within this time, who knew what kind of horrific torture she would suffer when Fu Wenqian and Zhang Guoqiang returned with new torture instruments.
Zhao Jianling lay quietly, gradually clearing her mind of distractions. Although she knew Fu Wenqian and the others could return at any moment, she also knew that the more anxious she was, the harder it would be to recover her strength. As time passed, she felt her arms gradually regain feeling, and her strength gradually returned.
The man's snoring came intermittently. The policewoman opened her eyes and saw that the criminal was fast asleep. She looked around and saw that the room was full of various miscellaneous items, and then quickly spotted a rough stone not far away.
Zhao Jianling desperately moved her naked body; the cement floor covered her snow-white arms, back, and buttocks with dust. With her feet bound, the policewoman struggled greatly, constantly adjusting her position, to move her body towards the rock.
After several adjustments, Zhao Jianling's naked body was still a short distance from the rock. She desperately straightened her legs and stretched her arms backward to reach her wrists.
She immediately began rubbing her wrists vigorously against the rough surface of the rock. To reach her wrists, the policewoman's naked body was stretched to its limit, and the ropes binding her slender ankles were deeply embedded in her skin. Although this situation was similar to when she was raped by the thugs not long ago, back then the pain of the rape overwhelmed everything, but now the pain in her ankles was unbearable. The sweat on her body had already dried, but after only a few minutes, her body was covered in sweat again.
Time passed slowly, and Zhao Jianling continued to painstakingly rub the ropes on her wrists, making very slow progress. Her early arduous training and past hardships had forged her unwavering will and tenacious perseverance, which were now fully unleashed.
As soon as Fu Wenqian and his men arrived, she would be plunged into utter ruin, but Zhao Jianling remained calm, steadily rubbing the ropes binding her wrists. She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt a loosening of her wrists; her hands, bound since her capture, were finally free.
The policewoman was exceptionally skilled, with remarkable strength in her core. She straightened up, sitting up despite her legs being spread apart and bound in mid-air. Her newly freed hands immediately reached
out to untie the ropes binding her ankles. Just as Zhao Jianling was freed, she saw the man slumped on the table jerk his shoulders, his snoring abruptly ceasing. He rolled over, seemingly about to wake up.
Zhao Jianling quickly tried to move the large rock, but her strength was already weak, and she had only recovered less than half her usual strength; she couldn't move it at all. Fortunately, only when she stood there did she notice a brick behind the large rock, which she quickly picked up.
Having been tortured to the point of near death by the men, Zhao Jianling's movements weren't as agile and swift as before she was captured alive. But the man, having just woken up, reacted even slower. He had barely raised his head, not even opening his eyes, when the brick struck him violently. Instantly, the brick shattered into several pieces, blood and brain matter spurting out; he was clearly dead.
The policewoman, of pure heart, naturally didn't want to escape naked. She was about to remove the assailant's clothes when she heard voices nearby.
Zhang Guoqiang said, "This girl is both innocent and fierce; she won't be so easy to tame. Later, we'll prick her tender nipples with these needles, then insert these two dildos into her two holes down there, and finally slowly pull out her fingernails and toenails. She'll be begging for mercy."
Fu Wenqian lewdly replied, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy. I think she's much tougher than that female detective Third Brother caught yesterday. But the more she stubbornly refuses to confess, the more of a show we'll get to watch, hahaha!"
Hearing the footsteps of three approaching, Zhao Jianling quickly hid on the other side of the door. The door was pushed open, the panel turned to face Zhao Jianling, and the three men stepped into the room.
Another man laughed, "Look, this guy's still sleeping like a log, and..."
His words were abruptly interrupted by Zhang Guoqiang: "Oh no, something's happened! That girl escaped."
Zhang Guoqiang had first noticed that the spot where Zhao Jianling had been lying naked and bound when they left was now empty, and then he saw that her guards hadn't reacted at all, realizing something was wrong. Fu Wenqian and the others rushed from the doorway to the table, only to find the person lying on the upper left with a bloodied head, already dead.
Just then, the three of them heard a noise behind them and quickly turned around. A completely naked woman emerged from behind the door, pulling on it as she ran out. Her figure was flawless; it was Zhao Jianling, whom they had captured alive in the trap earlier.
The three pounced, but the door was slammed shut, the lock fastened. All three knew that Zhao Jianling's escape meant serious trouble, so they rushed to open the door. This scramble wasted considerable time, and by the time they finally opened it again, Zhao Jianling was nowhere to be seen.
Zhang Guoqiang's face showed panic as he asked, "What do we do?"
Fu Wenqian said, "Chase her! This girl has been played with for so long; she definitely hasn't fully recovered. She's naked and barefoot; I don't believe she could have gotten very far."
Zhang Guoqiang and the other man readily agreed, and the three immediately chased after her along the main road. Only when they had chased her quite a distance and her figure had disappeared did the naked Zhao Jianling reappear from behind the house. It turned out she hadn't run away at all.
Zhao Jianling knew this place was remote, and her strength hadn't recovered. If she ran aimlessly, she would likely be caught by the thugs familiar with the terrain. Although the policewoman was highly skilled in martial arts, she was exhausted from the humiliation and her reactions were slow. Fu Wenqian, one of the enemies, was quite capable; he could handle her alone, but with Zhang Guoqiang and the other man, she would likely be outnumbered and captured again.
Therefore, she hid behind the house, waiting to observe the assailants' movements before making her next move. Unexpectedly, Fu Wenqian and the others, seeing Zhao Jianling escape, panicked and recklessly pursued her. Zhao Jianling seized the opportunity to re-enter the house and put on the dead man's clothes.
Men's shoes were obviously unsuitable for the policewoman's delicate feet, but fortunately, although her clothes had been torn to shreds by the assailants' whip, her sneakers were intact. She found her two shoes in the room, put them on, and left the house, fleeing in the opposite direction.
Zhao Jianling was unfamiliar with the area, but after walking for a while, her strength gradually recovered, and her steps became lighter. By this time, even if she encountered Fu Wenqian and his group again, she would be able to handle it.
After walking a while longer, she saw signs of human activity. Zhao Jianling asked for directions and finally returned to Fang Debiao's place.
It was already noon. The policewoman rushed back to her residence, changed her clothes, and then came to find Fang Debiao.
On the way back, she had already prepared her story. She told Fang Debiao that Gu Zhunwei and Zhang Guoqiang harbored resentment over what happened the day before and challenged her to a duel for revenge. However, the Nanyang Society members also appeared at the same time, and she then learned that Zhang Guoqiang was actually a traitor, and the assassination attempt at the cemetery that day was also orchestrated by the Nanyang Society.
Up to this point, most of what she said was true. From then on, Zhao Jianling told a completely fabricated story. She said that the Nanyang Society members were numerous and powerful, and Gu Zhunwei was killed while hesitating about whether to betray them. She herself was surrounded by the group, but ultimately managed to escape danger. As for being captured and humiliated, she naturally didn't mention it.
After hearing this, Fang Debiao was naturally furious, vowing to tear the traitor Zhang Guoqiang to pieces. However, the thought of Zhang Guoqiang's long tenure as an undercover agent, his extensive knowledge of the organization, and the considerable power of the Nanyang Society filled him with apprehension.
In the following week, Fang Debiao changed his travel plans and reassigned guards to his quarters. The week passed peacefully. Several minor conflicts occurred within his territory, all handled by a capable leader and Zhao Jianling.
The leader was shrewd, knowing when to yield and when to act. The policewoman was skilled in both martial arts and marksmanship; with her help, the Nanyang Society was consistently at a disadvantage in the clashes, suffering heavy losses.
By the end of the second week, Fang Debiao felt somewhat frustrated. Being confined to his quarters was unpleasant, and he couldn't continue hiding indefinitely. In terms of strength, Fang Debiao's organization was still superior to the Nanyang Association, but the thought of Zhang Guoqiang, the traitor, made him somewhat worried.
Weekends were usually Fang Debiao's time to play billiards. Although he wasn't very good, he was quite fond of it. He booked the billiard room at the XX Hotel every weekend. However, this hotel was no longer within his sphere of influence, but rather on the border of the Nanyang Association's territory. Previously, before the two sides became enemies, Fang Debiao didn't feel threatened. But now the situation was somewhat tense, and last weekend he didn't play because he was worried about being attacked.
Now, more than a week later, seeing that everything was peaceful, Fang Debiao couldn't resist the urge to play again.
Most of his subordinates felt that the XX Hotel was already on the periphery of the Nanyang Association's territory and shouldn't be too dangerous. Only Zhao Jianling and a few others advised Fang Debiao to find another place to play.
Since infiltrating Fang Debiao's team, the policewoman had felt deeply threatened. While the chances of him discovering her identity were slim, the power and influence of Fang Debiao's rival, the Nanyang Association, were not to be underestimated. She herself had fallen into their trap and was deeply wary.
Her greatest wish was for everything to proceed smoothly so that she could successfully complete her mission once she uncovered Fang Debiao's mastermind. She wasn't particularly concerned about whether Fang Debiao was living like a coward.
Fang Debiao sent someone to inquire, but the results were quite unfavorable. It was the peak weekend season, and most of the billiard rooms in nearby hotels were booked. Naturally, Fang Debiao didn't want to go to any less desirable places. Despite Zhao Jianling's objections, Fang Debiao was determined to play billiards no matter what.
Zhao Jianling had no choice but to comply. Fang Debiao took ten men, plus Zhao Jianling, a total of twelve people, and set off in three cars. Although the ten men had received training from the policewoman several times, martial arts are inherently easy to learn but difficult to master, and their progress was slow in just a few days. They weren't much better than the average person. Thinking of the danger
they were about to face, Zhao Jianling couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly. Upon arriving at the XX Hotel, the group went straight to the billiard room. There were three billiard tables, and Fang Debiao used the one furthest inside. Apart from two guarding the main entrance and one at the side entrance, his men were all inside, not playing, but simply watching.
The policewoman was usually quite fond of snooker and was quite skilled at it. But they were in the U country, where nine-ball was popular, and all the billiard tables were nine-ball tables. Fang Debiao, hearing that his old friend's daughter also liked billiards and mistakenly believing she was from Europe, where snooker was very popular, was overjoyed and decided to play a match with Zhao Jianling.
The rules of nine-ball stipulate that the cue ball must first touch the lowest-ranked ball, and then the game can continue as long as a ball is placed, with the goal of knocking down the ninth ball. The break shot is crucial. Although Fang Debiao's overall billiards skill level wasn't high, he had taken many breaks and possessed considerable power, knocking down the seventh ball on his first break.
He then followed the order, knocking down the first ball, and then hit a combination shot, using the impact of the second ball to knock down the fifth ball, eliciting cheers from his men. However, in his complacency, his shot became unsteady, and he failed to hit the second ball again.
Next, the policewoman took her turn. That evening, she wore a beige knitted short-sleeved t-shirt and light brown suit pants. The t-shirt was already somewhat see-through, giving it a slightly sexy look, and the hem was just an inch past her waist. As she focused on hitting the ball, the back of her t-shirt rode up, revealing a patch of fair, jade-like skin on her waist and back.
Having known Zhao Jianling for several days, the people had come to perceive her as pure and chaste. However, it was summer, and her clothing was short, especially when she was teaching at the gym. Her tight-fitting, off-the-shoulder workout clothes often revealed her waist, which was no surprise.
While these people couldn't help but feel a fondness for Zhao Jianling, a woman of both beauty and talent, they dared not be too forward, considering Fang Debiao's reliance on her and their fear of her martial arts skills. At this moment, however, they took the opportunity to lecherously peek at the policewoman's exposed body parts, and naturally, no one warned her.
Zhao Jianling preferred a less flashy style of snooker, focusing on accuracy in hitting the object ball and the cue ball's position.
Her skills were quite refined; she accurately swished the number two ball into the pocket. However, the cue ball and object ball in nine-ball had different weights, so her usual snooker positioning didn't apply. The cue ball landed in a poor position, and the angle for hitting the number four ball was quite tricky.
After this incident, the policewoman finally understood the difference between nine-ball and snooker. Relying on her accuracy, she managed to pocket the three-ball. When she pocketed the four-ball, although the cue ball's position wasn't ideal, she made three consecutive shots. With her intelligence and decent billiards skills, she had grasped some of the tricks of the trade.
At this point, the six, eight, and nine-balls remained on the table. Because the cue ball wasn't in position, the six-ball's trajectory was blocked by the closely spaced eight and nine-balls, and a combination shot was too risky due to the distance. Then, Zhao Jianling bumped the cue ball against the six-ball sideways, sending both balls flying to opposite sides. Each ball bounced off its cushion and came to rest on either side of the eight and nine-balls.
Fang Debiao was the first to cheer, and his men joined in the praise. Blocked by the eight and nine balls, Fang Debiao couldn't directly hit the six ball and had to resort to a one-sided
effort to break the shot. Although he touched the six ball, it gave his opponent an opportunity. When Zhao Jianling got her turn, she easily knocked the remaining three balls back, winning the first game. The two played four more games, and despite Fang Debiao's best efforts, he only won one. Everyone was surprised by Zhao Jianling's skill on her first nine-ball game, and Fang Debiao himself praised her highly. The policewoman, realizing that continuing would be disrespectful to Fang Debiao, withdrew.
Then, someone who often played with Fang Debiao and was of similar skill level came forward to play with him. Seeing that the other two tables were empty, Zhao Jianling found one and started practicing. Fang Debiao immediately ordered one of his best players to join her.
Thus, four people played while five watched. However, the spectators focused more on Fang Debiao's game, and the cheers were mostly for him. Zhao Jianling's table, though highly skilled, didn't attract much attention; even when it did, the focus was mostly on the policewoman's exposed waist. Zhao Jianling
was ostensibly playing pool, but really just trying to relieve her tension. While learning the tricks of nine-ball from Fang Debiao's skilled players, her mind was focused on the area outside the pool hall. What worried her most was the possibility of the Nanyang Society taking advantage of the situation to launch a sneak attack. If anything happened to Fang Debiao, the people behind it would be impossible to find out.
They played for nearly three hours, and Zhao Jianling checked the time; it was almost eleven o'clock. Fang Debiao, though still wanting more, knew it was getting late and planned to finish the game and go home. The policewoman was secretly relieved that nothing serious had happened that day, and everyone else had long forgotten the danger.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, several gunshots rang out outside. Zhao Jianling sensed something was wrong; the room was in complete chaos. The front door was flung open, and one of Fang Debiao's men, covered in blood, rushed in, slammed the door shut, and blocked the entrance.
Zhao Jianling said, "Take Uncle Fang out the side door quickly. Leave two of you here to hold them off for a bit."
As soon as she finished speaking, two men dragged the terrified Fang Debiao out the side door, followed by four others. No sooner had these seven left than the front door was smashed open, and the blood-covered man who had been blocking the entrance collapsed to the ground, dead.
Gunfire erupted from inside the room. The policewoman rolled to the side, reaching a chair. Of the two remaining men, one had been shot multiple times and lay dead. The other had just drawn his gun, hiding behind a pool table and firing two shots, but to no avail. On the chair
lay Zhao Jianling's briefcase. She was dressed rather lightly in the summer heat, with nowhere to hide her gun except in her handbag. She pulled it out, hid behind a chair, and peeked out. She saw an enemy at the doorway, firing at the last remaining member of Fang Debiao's group. She immediately and decisively fired, shooting the man through the forehead.
The policewoman inwardly groaned. Previously, she had always worked in Country C, a country with very strict gun control. Therefore, no matter how powerful the enemy, confrontations were mostly fought with fists and feet; scenes of gunfire were rare.
But now in Country U, the rescue of Fang Debiao at the cemetery had been extremely dangerous, and now it seemed an even greater battle was inevitable. One wrong move and death was imminent. Even someone as seasoned as Zhao Jianling felt a chill run down her spine.
Several thugs rushed in, and the man hiding by the pool table, who had just peeked out, was shot in the arm, his pistol falling to the side. While Zhao Jianling was retaliating, he crawled over to pick up his gun, only to find an enemy lying in wait to his side,
who suddenly pounced on him. Although this man had learned some martial arts, he hadn't mastered them at all, making it extremely difficult to use them in actual combat. His two counter-punches missed completely after being tackled, and he tried to continue fighting, but suddenly found a gun pointed at his head, forcing him to give up resistance.
The Nanyang Society members pulled up the captured Fang Debiao's subordinate, saying, "Quickly give up resistance and surrender, or I'll kill him!"
The policewoman was concerned about Fang Debiao's life because she was on a mission, but she didn't care about the lives of his subordinates. Hearing their shouts, she ignored them completely, firing two shots. One was hit in the abdomen, and the one shouting was shot in the head, dying instantly.
There were thirteen enemies pouring in through the door. Besides the two killed and one wounded by Zhao Jianling's three shots, and one guarding the recently captured man, nine others were still fighting the policewoman. She only had four bullets left in her gun.
Everyone now knew how formidable Zhao Jianling was and dared not be careless. Three men kept firing to suppress her, while four others flanked her from both sides.
Seeing the situation was dire, the policewoman peeked out and fired two more shots, but due to the enemy's heavy firepower, she couldn't aim. These two shots only hit the left shoulder and right leg of the two enemies flanking from the left.
Although the man had been shot in the left arm, the injury wasn't serious, and he continued along the planned route. The enemy shot in the leg fell to the side and fired at Zhao Jianling's location. Another member of the Nanyang Society immediately filled in, maintaining the four-man encirclement.
Soon, the thugs flanking from the right arrived. Before the two even entered Zhao Jianling's field of vision, she rolled onto the pool table and fired at close range with her last two bullets, instantly striking and knocking them to the ground. At this moment, the enemies on the left also arrived, but the policewoman had run out of ammunition.
She crouched down, threw away her empty gun, reached for the pool table, and grabbed a cue. The instant the two enemies appeared, the cue shot out like a venomous snake, striking their right wrists with incredible speed. The two couldn't dodge in time, and their guns were knocked to the ground.
By this time, the remaining thugs had realized that Zhao Jianling had fired seven shots and run out of ammunition. Even reloading would take time, so they seized the opportunity and pounced. The policewoman knew that if she retreated, she would be immediately subjected to heavy gunfire and would not escape her fate. Instead of retreating, she rolled forward from under the pool table, actually charging into the crowd.
The enemies were completely unprepared for her audacity. In their panic, two of them had their guns knocked from their hands by Zhao Jianling with her cue stick. The others hurriedly opened fire, but their shots were slow and their accuracy was questionable. The policewoman, relying on her agility and speed, dodged all the bullets.
When Zhao Jianling reappeared, she had already circled to the other side. To fire a pistol, one must adjust the angle of fire, but because the policewoman was dodging and weaving at close range, and the room was full of obstacles such as pool tables and chairs, it was too late to aim by the time she noticed them. Instantly, two more guns were knocked to the ground.
The Nanyang gang members had clearly seen that their opponent was a young woman. Although they had heard that Fang Debiao had a formidable subordinate named Zhao Yuefang, they hadn't expected her to be this skilled. At this moment, the group was in complete chaos. Some went to retrieve their guns, while others simply grabbed other golf clubs and charged forward.
By this point, Zhao Jianling had created utter confusion. Her strength lay in her agile maneuvering. Furthermore, the policewoman wielded the golf club like a spear, giving her considerable counter-attacking ability. After a few exchanges, the pressure was gradually lessening.
Just as the situation on Zhao Jianling's side was turning around, a side door suddenly opened. Several people were brought in with their hands tied behind their backs. The one leading them was none other than Fang Debiao, who had escaped earlier. The two men escorting Fang Debiao were none other than Fu Wenqian and Zhang Guoqiang.
Zhao Jianling was preparing to escape through a side door, so she had been keeping a close eye on the situation there. Unexpectedly, she discovered that Fang Debiao and his men had ultimately failed to escape and had fallen into the hands of the Nanyang Society. The policewoman's attention wavered, and
she was struck in the left rib by an enemy's cue. She felt a sharp pain and was knocked to her right. The Nanyang Society members, who had been struggling with her for a long time, finally found an opportunity and immediately swarmed her. Several armed men immediately pointed their guns at Zhao Jianling's body and head, while others pressed her face down onto the pool table.
With guns pointed at her, the policewoman was helpless. Her cue was taken from her, and the thugs bound her arms behind her back with ropes. The Nanyang Society members, unaware of her strength, didn't tie her legs, but despite her impressive legwork, she was no match for the gunmen.
After firmly binding Zhao Jianling, two men grabbed her arms and dragged her upper body off the pool table. At this moment, Zhao Jianling saw that Fang Debiao and his five men were also bound hand and foot, each being escorted by two men. There was also a man around forty years old, who looked like a businessman, and seemed to be their leader.
There were six who had escaped with Fang Debiao, plus the one guarding the side gate, making a total of seven men. Seeing the situation, the policewoman knew that two had been killed. It was highly likely that the Nanyang Society had laid an ambush at the back gate, and that the attack from the front gate had only driven Fang Debiao and his men into the ambush.
The man, around forty years old, scanned the billiard hall with piercing eyes. Including Zhao Jianling and another of Fang Debiao's men who had been captured, a total of eight enemies were apprehended. He said, "Very good, all the ones who needed to be caught are caught."
Fang Debiao said, "Wu Laosan, I, Fang Debiao, have fallen into your hands today, I admit defeat. What exactly do you want?"
Wu Laosan said, "The famous Boss Fang is nothing special after all. Brother Zhang Guoqiang knew you wouldn't be able to hold back and would still come here to play billiards. He knows you quite well."
Fang Debiao glanced at Zhang Guoqiang behind him on his left, who was grinning maliciously. He roared, "Zhang Guoqiang, you wait! One day someone will tear you to pieces!"
While Wu Laosan and Fang Debiao were talking, the thugs who had captured the policewoman, seeing her delicate features, graceful figure, and firm breasts, couldn't help but feel lustful. Coupled with the humiliation she had suffered at the hands of Zhao Jianling earlier, and the resentment she harbored, all erupted now.
These men reached out and, through her clothes, began to fondle and squeeze Zhao Jianling's soft breasts and buttocks.
Another man reached out and lifted the hem of her shirt from the front, exposing the policewoman's perfectly toned abdomen and slender, snow-white waist.
His hands brazenly caressed Zhao Jianling's exposed body, feeling her silky smooth skin. The policewoman, her face filled with shame and anger, bent her leg to kick. But as soon as she raised her thigh, another man grabbed it and ripped open her suit pants, revealing her fair legs.
Unexpectedly, upon seeing Zhao Jianling being humiliated, Wu Laosan immediately shouted, "Stop! Miss Zhao Yuefang is a heroine among women, brothers, show her some respect!"
These words caused the men who were humiliating Zhao Jianling to stop. Wu Laosan glanced at Fang Debiao, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips, and walked straight towards Zhao Jianling. The policewoman, captured in a moment of carelessness, was bound hand and foot, her hair slightly disheveled, her blouse pulled up, revealing a section of her fair skin and her sensual navel.
Wu Laosan lifted her chin, forcing her to look directly into her bright eyes, and said, “Miss Zhao Yuefang, you must be Zhao Zizhong, Fang Debiao’s brother. You and your father are truly a family of loyal martyrs; I, Wu Laosan, have great respect for that.”
In this brief battle, Fang Debiao hadn’t escaped either; if he were gone, Zhao Jianling’s mission would end in failure. Even worse, the policewoman herself had been captured by the Nanyang Association; she didn’t know what methods these enemies would use against her. Wu Laosan’s attitude surprised her; she merely snorted coldly, offering no reply.
Wu Laosan continued, “When you rescued Fang Debiao at the cemetery that time, Fu Wenqian and I were actually watching from the sidelines. Miss Zhao is exceptionally skilled, and everyone admires her greatly. Later, you were captured alive by his scheme, and he and Zhang Guoqiang both said you were pretty, with fair skin and a good figure. Now, looking closely, it’s true. You are truly beautiful and talented.”
Zhao Jianling, hearing the lewd undertones in his words, couldn’t help but angrily retort, “Enough nonsense! What exactly do you want?”
Wu Laosan said, “Miss Zhao Yuefang is indeed straightforward! Since that’s the case, then I’ll be frank. The opportunity is right in front of you; it’s up to Miss Zhao to seize it.”
(V) Naked and Falling into the Demon’s Hands
It turned out that Wu Laosan had other plans. Fang Debiao's gang had always been a major enemy of the Nanyang Society. Although the two sides had maintained peace for many years, this was only because the Nanyang Society did not want to cause immediate conflict. Until a little over a week ago, the Zhang Guoqiang incident became the fuse for open hostility between the two sides.
Wu Laosan was the third most powerful figure in the Nanyang Society, and he had always been ambitious. It had always been his idea to replace Fang Debiao's gang with the Nanyang Society, and he had been in charge of the counter-revolutionary plan. Zhang Guoqiang, the traitor, was also planted by him.
Although this operation successfully captured Fang Debiao, the head of the opposing force, which seemed like a major achievement, in fact it was just a manifestation of Wu Laosan's years of hard work. The effort he had expended was not too great. This success also made him feel invincible, and he did not take Fang Debiao seriously. Even within the Nanyang Society, his recent subjugation of Carter's remnants had greatly increased his prestige, making him seem to be above Yang Laoda and Hu Laoer.
For Wu Laosan, he always hoped to one day become the leader of the Nanyang Society, but this required cultivating his own power and manpower. Zhao Jianling, who was both intelligent and brave, was a talent he had his eye on. In an instant, he felt that Fang Debiao was no longer the main target, but winning over Zhao Jianling was the most important thing.
The policewoman, of course, hadn't expected Wu Laosan to have such thoughts, and asked with slight suspicion,
"An opportunity? What opportunity?"
Wu Laosan said, "An opportunity to save your life! As long as you can kill Fang Debiao with your own hands and then submit to me, I, Wu San, will definitely not treat you unfairly."
Zhao Jianling knew that although her situation was perilous, under the combined influence of many factors, she couldn't choose this path, so she sneered, "So it's the same old tune again? Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"
Unexpectedly, Wu Laosan burst into laughter, saying, "I was just testing you. Miss Zhao Yuefang is indeed not the kind of person who would betray her master for personal gain, I admire you! I, Wu San, respect heroes the most, especially a woman like Miss Zhao. To be honest, although Fang Debiao's power is said to be the strongest in S City, I, Wu San, haven't taken him seriously yet. Today, I'm giving you a chance to gamble, just for your sake, Zhao Yuefang!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Debiao's face changed color. Wu Laosan praised Zhao Jianling, but publicly insulted him. But now, as a prisoner of the Nanyang Association, his life was in danger at any moment. He hoped Zhao Jianling could buy him some time, hoping for a miracle.
Zhao Jianling had no idea what Wu Laosan was up to and asked, "A bet? What do you want to bet on?
How?"
Wu Laosan said, "Originally, for Miss Zhao's sake, I could easily release Fang Debiao today. But the brothers have put in so much effort and lost some men. If I just release him like this, I'm afraid everyone will be dissatisfied. That's why I came up with this bet!"
Hearing this, Fang Debiao's face grew increasingly grim. Wu Laosan didn't care about his life or death, but he valued his subordinates highly. Thinking that he would be released today only because the enemy was showing mercy to Zhao Jianling, even though Fang Debiao usually regarded her as his daughter, he couldn't help but feel a bit of resentment towards her.
Although Zhao Jianling found it incomprehensible, seeing a turning point, he knew the bet must be incredibly difficult. So he asked, "Then please tell me, Mr. Wu, how exactly does this bet work?"
Wu Laosan pointed to Fang Debiao and his six captured men, saying, "We'll use this pool as the bet. You and I will play. For every game you win, I'll release one person. Of course, Boss Fang will be released last. If you win seven games, all of them can leave."
Zhao Jianling asked, "And what if I lose?"
Wu Laosan suddenly laughed lewdly, "Hahaha, good question. The brothers see you have a pretty face and a great figure, and they all want to see more. If you lose a round, you'll have to take something off. If you're naked and still lose, then my men will have to do it to you. Anyway, I'll keep playing with you, and you'll eventually win seven rounds. This bet is a guaranteed win for you. I wonder if Miss Zhao dares to take the bet?"
The policewoman's face immediately turned red. Of course, she never expected Wu Laosan to come up with this method to humiliate her.
But now, this was the only way to hope that Fang Debiao could escape and that her mission could continue. Besides, she had already been captured alive, and even if she didn't agree to the bet, the men could still use violence against her.
Although she couldn't figure out why Wu Laosan was doing this, she should try to seize any opportunity that came her way. The policewoman could imagine that since Wu Laosan dared to gamble like this, his billiards skills must be quite good. However, after two hours of practice, she had also basically mastered the characteristics of nine-ball, so she wasn't afraid.
Zhao Jianling realized that she was now in front of everyone as Zhao Yuefang, not the chaste high-ranking policewoman in XX City, which improved her psychological tolerance for humiliation. After all, the humiliation of Interpol's most elite policewoman by thugs was not the same as the humiliation of an ordinary underworld woman by enemies. This was not only self-deception, but also genuinely deceiving others.
The policewoman said, "In that case, I'll try gambling with Mr. Wu. I hope Mr. Wu will keep his promise."
Wu Laosan said, "Miss Zhao, you're overthinking it. I, Wu San, am of the highest order of my word. Let's start now. Quickly untie Miss Zhao. Ladies first, please let Miss Zhao take the first shot."
The two thugs holding Zhao Jianling loosened the ropes binding her. After the policewoman was freed from her upper body, she pulled down the hem of her t-shirt, which had been lifted up, to cover her exposed waist. She then took a golf club handed to her by an enemy and bent down to prepare for her tee shot.
Wu Laosan sneered, "Someone, bring some cloth and blindfold Boss Fang and the others. This game is bound to be quite intense; we don't want these cowards to panic. Besides, if Miss Zhao makes a mistake, we can't let these vulgar people see her exposed body."
Immediately, several members of the Nanyang Society stepped forward and blindfolded Fang Debiao and the others. Fang Debiao, thinking of Zhao Zizhong's daughter's usually pure and chaste character, and how she was now forced to gamble with her nudity to save him, gradually felt his previous anger towards her subside, replaced by worry. Suddenly,
the Nanyang Society members cheered; it turned out that Zhao Jianling's strength was insufficient, and she hadn't knocked down any balls on her tee shot. Wu Laosan immediately stepped onto the court. He pocketed the number one ball with a quick flip, then the number two. Moving to a favorable spot, he combined shots, using the number three to pocket the nearby number nine, winning the frame cleanly.
Fu Wenqian, leering, called out, "Miss Zhao, are you taking off your clothes or your pants now? Hahahaha."
Zhao Jianling coldly replied, "Mr. Wu just said to take some things off, so I'll take off one shoe first."
Anger flashed across Wu Laosan's face. Some members of the Nanyang Society couldn't contain themselves and rushed forward. Zhao Jianling had barely tripped the first person when two guns were pressed against her temples.
Before she could even resist, her arms were twisted behind her back. Then, someone in front of the policewoman grabbed the V-neck of her t-shirt and ripped it open, revealing her snow-white neck and the upper edge of her cleavage, her collarbones clearly visible.
The man said, "Little girl, you dare to try something? If you don't take your clothes off, I'll strip them off."
Wu Laosan was very experienced; in that instant, the anger on his face gradually disappeared, and he said, "Stop! Miss Zhao Yuefang is indeed clever; that's exactly what I said. Let her go and apologize to her first."
The men reluctantly released the policewoman, and despite their resentment, they could only apologize to her since it was Wu Laosan's order. Zhao Jianling slightly raised her left leg, stretched out her left arm, and gently untied the buckle on her sandal strap. The black sandal, now free, slid off her left foot.
Although the sandal was just a few black straps, it still somewhat obstructed the view. Now that the sandal was off her left foot, a slender, fair, bare foot was fully revealed to everyone. The policewoman then landed on her left foot, letting her bare, jade-like foot touch the cold ground.
This series of actions was certainly not as stimulating as taking off clothes, but Zhao Jianling's foot was extremely slender, with perfect curves, crystal-clear skin, and neat toes, providing the men with great visual enjoyment and causing them a slight sense of suffocation. Their previous anger at her refusal to take off her clothes vanished without a trace.
Wu Laosan broke the second round, striking the ball immediately after the break. His shots were cautious, but his style was dazzling, with excellent consecutive attacks. He then executed a flip shot and a combination shot, quickly emptying the table.
Zhao Jianling lost two frames in a row after only one break. Amidst the cheers of the Nanyang Club members, the policewoman had to take off her right sandal again. In
the third frame, Zhao Jianling's break was still unsuccessful, but Wu Laosan made a mistake after pocketing four consecutive shots. The policewoman finally found her opportunity, pocketing the remaining five balls in a row to win the frame. In the fourth frame, Wu Laosan missed his break, and it was Zhao Jianling's turn again. She quickly finished the shot.
Wu Laosan got nervous, and in the fifth frame, after Zhao Jianling's break was unsuccessful, he made another mistake and lost again.
Everyone then realized how formidable Zhao Jianling was; her previous two losses were simply due to a lack of opportunity. Although her style wasn't as flashy as Wu Laosan's flip shots and combination shots, her shots were accurate, and her cue ball control was excellent. With one win out of three rounds, three of the seven prisoners had already been released, causing growing anxiety among the Nanyang Society members.
In the sixth round, Wu Laosan again pocketed the ball on his first shot, but this time he played more cautiously. The Nanyang Society members knew the crucial moment had arrived; they remained silent as he struck the ball, the entire billiard room becoming eerily quiet until each shot resulted in a short cheer, which was quickly followed by silence.
Wu Laosan was also putting in all his effort, and with a bit of luck, one shot was too powerful, causing the ball to bounce off the edge of the pocket and roll down the bank into another pocket. Only when the final nine ball was struck did the Nanyang Society members erupt in a burst of enthusiastic cheers.
Wu Laosan said to Zhao Jianling, "How about it, Miss Zhao? A bet's a bet, now you should take it off!"
Zhao Jianling sighed inwardly, gritted her teeth, grabbed the sides of her t-shirt with her hands, and pulled it up over her head.
A chorus of exclamations erupted from the Nanyang Gang members. Even Fang Debiao, who was blindfolded, and his three remaining captured henchmen knew that Zhao Jianling was now naked.
The policewoman was only wearing a loose white tank top, barely covering her breasts, her curves soft and beautiful. Her skin was as white as snow, and even against the white tank top, her complexion didn't appear dark.
After the balls were arranged, Wu Laosan pointed and said, "Miss Zhao Yuefang, please continue."
Although she forced herself to believe that the thugs were only seeing the naked body of a gang member, a hint of shyness appeared on her face. She walked to the balls, bent down to take her shot, and in that instant, her loose tank top drooped, revealing her cleavage and breasts.
This was her fourth shot against Wu Laosan, and although the power was still weak, she had managed to knock down a ball. Zhao Jianling steadied herself and began to play seriously, one shot at a time. However, this time, the attention of the Nanyang Club members was no longer focused on the game; most of their eyes were drawn to the policewoman's bra and the openings under her armpits, admiring her half-naked breasts, and they all felt their mouths dry.
For someone who was good at snooker, nine-ball was actually quite easy. Zhao Jianling cleanly won the seventh frame. Then, in the eighth frame, Wu Laosan misjudged a shot, the cue ball went into a pocket, and the policewoman used her free ball to create a combination shot to pocket the nine ball. With only two frames left to let Fang Debiao go, Zhao Jianling herself became nervous.
In the ninth frame, the policewoman's break shot was, as usual, unsuccessful, and Wu Laosan missed on his third shot. Just when everyone thought Zhao Jianling was about to win again, she also made a mistake on the seven ball; the ball wobbled twice at the pocket but didn't go in. This was partly due to her slight nervousness, and partly because she had played for a long time that night and was somewhat tired.
Wu Laosan pocketed the number nine ball, straightened up, and asked, "Miss Zhao Yuefang, you're really unlucky this round. I wonder if you're planning to take off your bra or your pants now? Hahahaha."
Zhao Jianling snorted coldly, reached for her waist, unbuckled her belt, and loosened the buckle on her pants. Her light brown suit trousers immediately slid to the ground, revealing the policewoman's long, slender legs. Her underwear was narrow, her buttocks half-exposed, making the men's lust almost burst forth.
Wu Laosan lewdly laughed, saying, "Haha, Miss Zhao's buttocks are truly white and round. Brother Fu Wenqian is absolutely right."
Zhao Jianling coldly interrupted him, saying, "Mr. Wu, please break the ball."
Everyone knew that if Wu Laosan won another round, whether Zhao Jianling took off her bra or removed her underwear, it would be an incredibly stimulating scene. But Wu Laosan just couldn't win this round. Although the policewoman was utterly ashamed and indignant at being naked in public, she forced herself to remain calm and composed with unwavering willpower, winning the next two rounds.
Watching the two thugs escort the blindfolded Fang Debiao out the main entrance, Zhao Jianling finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down her cue, and went to pick up her clothes. Unexpectedly, Wu Laosan waved his hand, and several members of the Nanyang Association immediately stepped forward, pointing guns at her.
Zhao Jianling said, "Mr. Wu, what do you mean by this?"
Wu Laosan replied, "Boss Fang has left as agreed. We need to invite Miss Zhao to our Nanyang Association as a guest. We previously said we would let Fang Debiao and his six men go, not you. Tie her up and take her back!"
The thugs swarmed forward, binding the naked policewoman tightly, including her slender ankles. Zhang Guoqiang walked over, grabbed her waist, and hoisted the naked policewoman onto his shoulder. The others were quite pleased to see that Wu Laosan hadn't let go of the only female prisoner after all.
Although Zhang Guoqiang had captured Zhao Jianling alive a little over a week ago, subjected her to wanton humiliation during interrogation, and raped her four times, her escape left him wanting more. Now, with her on his shoulder, Zhao Jianling's upper body against his back and her legs in front of him, Zhang Guoqiang took the opportunity to wantonly caress her smooth and supple legs.
Wu Laosan said, "Everyone, be polite to Miss Zhao. We'll deal with this later. Oh, here are Miss Zhao's clothes; take them with you. If she's willing to submit to us, these things will be returned to her, hahaha."
A member of the Nanyang Society immediately obeyed, stepping forward to pick up Zhao Jianling's clothes, sandals, and handbag.
The policewoman, carried by Zhang Guoqiang, barely managed to look up and saw the man taking her handbag. Inside her bag was a pen, which was actually a signal generator Mark had given her, used to indicate her location to Interpol in case of danger. Zhao Jianling could only hope she could find a way to activate the generator, as it was the most likely way to escape.
The torture chamber was extremely spacious. There were no lights inside; only ancient torches illuminated the room, making it dim and terrifying. Wu Laosan sat leisurely in a chair. Besides him, more than a dozen members of the Nanyang Society, including Fu Wenqian and Zhang Guoqiang, stood in the room.
The room only had walls on two sides. The walls were covered with various small torture instruments, which, along with the larger instruments inside, created a chilling atmosphere. The other two sections of the room were iron bars, behind which were rows of cells, including one water dungeon.
Three of these cells held several men. These men were rivals of the Nanyang Society in the underworld, all once unruly and defiant. Even after being captured by Wu Laosan, they remained defiant, and Wu Laosan had kept them imprisoned. The Nanyang Society's only two female captives were currently in the torture chamber.
Zhao Jianling was lying face down, in a pigeon-toed position, bound to a horizontal pillar. Her hands were tied behind her back, her calves were folded back to her thighs, and her feet were pulled towards her hands and bound, then passed through the pillar. The pillar was more than a meter off the ground, and the captured policewoman looked like an animal waiting to be roasted.
Her naked body still wore a bra and underpants. However, the bra had completely sagged off due to gravity, rendering it useless in concealing her breasts. From her armpits and the front, the men could clearly see the policewoman's delicate breasts and two ruby-like nipples.
In the center of the room was a large, tilted torture rack, to which a tall, blonde woman was bound. This blonde woman was about the same age as Zhao Jianling, and was completely naked from head to toe. Unlike Zhao Jianling, who, despite being a senior female officer in Interpol, was unknown to the criminals, this woman's name and identity were revealed upon her capture.
At this moment, the blonde policewoman was the focus of most people's attention, as the two criminals rhythmically lashed their whips across her naked body. The men's shouts, the "crack" of the whips striking her skin, and the policewoman's moans created the symphony of the torture chamber.
Wu Laosan leisurely introduced Zhao Jianling, "This is Miss Laura Prince from the North American branch of Interpol. She's an undercover agent for Carter, his personal secretary. That day, I led my brothers to persuade Carter's men to surrender. Things happened suddenly, and she secretly informed the police, but my brothers discovered her."
Wu Laosan sat next to the pillar where Zhao Jianling was tied up. He stood up, reached inside her bra (which was now completely undone), grabbed the policewoman's firm breasts, and began to fondle her small nipples with his fingers. Faced with this humiliation, Zhao Jianling's naked body trembled slightly, her bright eyes filled with anger as she stared directly at Wu Laosan.
He continued, "While this policewoman's skills are still far inferior to yours, Miss Zhao Yuefang, she's quite formidable. It took Brother Fu Wenqian and several men to apprehend her. We then found her police ID among her belongings."
Wu Laosan, of course, hadn't expected that Zhao Jianling already knew Laura's exact situation. Just over a week ago, after escaping from Fu Wenqian, she contacted Mark and Zheng Xiaoye, learning the names and other details of her fallen colleagues.
Laura, twenty-four years old, had been a detective for three years, specializing in undercover work. She was skilled with various weapons and an expert in hand-to-hand combat. She had never failed before, but this time, instead of being discovered by Carter, her identity was exposed by the Nanyang Association.
This blonde policewoman was a typical Western beauty. She had blue eyes and a high-bridged nose. Her skin was a healthy tan, and her arms and legs were strong and powerful, clearly indicating she was a skilled fighter.
But at this moment, no matter how strong she was, it was useless. Her hands were pulled above her head and shackled to the horizontal bar at the top of the torture rack. Her feet were also bound to the ends of the rack, fixing her shapely legs at a sixty-degree angle, leaving only a little room for her waist and hips to move.
Officer Prince's breasts were very full, round and firm hemispheres. Only the skin around her breasts remained smooth and intact. Most of the officer's naked body was covered with crisscrossing whip marks, some bluish-purple, some dark red, enough to indicate the severe torture she had endured after her capture.
Laura's pubic hair was quite messy, and someone with good eyesight like Zhao Jianling could see that her genitals were swollen and red, and there was still undried fluid on the inside of her thighs. It could be inferred that Laura had just been raped by the thugs before Zhao Jianling was taken to the torture chamber. But clearly, for a policewoman who had been in the hands of gangsters for over a week, such torture and rape should have been commonplace.
Wu Laosan said, “Miss Zhao Yuefang, you should see this clearly. Every female prisoner who falls into my hands suffers the same fate. Of course, the torture is just a warm-up. Officer Prince has been interrogated for over a week; our methods are familiar to her, but for someone like Miss Zhao who has never experienced torture, it might still be somewhat interesting.”
Zhao Jianling merely gave a cold snort. Previously, the policewoman had been captured many times in fights with the gangsters and had been tortured in various ways. However, Wu Laosan and the other members of the Nanyang Society didn't know her true identity or past experiences, so they naturally assumed that these tortures would instill great fear in her.
While Wu Laosan was playing with Zhao Jianling's breasts, he could feel her nipples hardening under repeated pinching. He said, "Of course, if you just submit to me, these tortures won't be used on you. But if you're as stubborn as Officer Prince, then there's nothing I can do. Torture Officer Prince!"
The two men stopped whipping her, and two of them went to either side of the torture rack and pulled the pulleys. The bar binding Laura's wrists gradually moved backward and upward, and the support binding Laura's ankles also moved backward. Another round rubber tray pushed forward from behind the policewoman's buttocks, pushing her waist and hips forward.
"Ah...oh...ya...ah..."
Laura's moans were tragic and long, endless. Her arms and legs were stretched to their limits in an instant, her buttocks were already pushed away from the torture rack by the rubber tray, her genitals protruded forward, and the ropes binding her wrists and ankles were deeply embedded in her skin.
The policewoman felt as if the joints of her arms and legs had been torn apart and broken. Her vision went black, and she had no chance to struggle. Although she groaned loudly, it was not enough to vent the pain she was suffering. All that could be seen was the bulging veins on her strong arms and legs, a shocking sight.
Seeing that Zhao Jianling remained calm and showed no signs of panic, Wu Laosan was slightly alarmed and asked, "Miss Zhao Yuefang, how do you feel? Do you want to try? Or you should obediently submit to me.
There's no future following Fang Debiao."
Zhao Jianling knew that submitting was not something that could be done with a few words. In the current situation, although she would be wantonly ravaged by the men, she could only endure it to the end. She sneered, "You only know how to torture women, right? Show me what tricks you have. If you want me to submit to you, wait until your next life!"
Wu Laosan said, "Miss Zhao Yuefang, you can rest assured that today's protagonist is Officer Prince, not you. Those more exciting things won't be used on you. But it seems necessary to sober you up."
With that, his fingers left the policewoman's breasts, and he ripped half of her vest-style bra off her naked body. Although the bra hadn't been enough to cover her breasts anyway, now that it was removed, all visual obstructions were cleared, allowing men to admire her exquisite and perfect breasts without any difficulty.
Wu Laosan waved his hand, and two thugs immediately came forward with soft whips, standing on either side of the bar binding Zhao Jianling, awaiting Wu Laosan's command. Wu Laosan nodded, and instantly, the soft whips rained down on Zhao Jianling's naked body.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."
With each lash, the policewoman's bound body trembled, and she let out a low groan. The whip used on her was a soft whip, not the leather whip used on Laura. Zhao Jianling was tied face down to the pillar, and the whip was applied from bottom to top, leaving only faint blue welts. However, the pain inflicted was no less than that suffered by Officer Prince earlier.
Laura continued to groan loudly in pain on the torture rack, while Zhao Jianling's groans grew louder under repeated torture, an attempt to release her agony.
Watching these two highly skilled young women bound to the torture rack and bars, their beautiful bodies naked and subjected to cruel torture, constantly emitting painful groans, the men present were all dumbfounded. Even the prisoners in the cells were incredibly excited, constantly massaging their already erect genitals.
The torture lasted for over twenty minutes. The pain Laura suffered was continuous; although she was numb and somewhat delirious, the agony relentlessly stimulated her brain, giving her no chance to catch her breath. While
the soft whip had limited effect on Zhao Jianling's fair skin, it left her covered in pale blue welts. The pain from the torture came in waves; in just over ten minutes, she had fainted twice, only to be revived by splashing cold water.
Wu Laosan seemed weary of the scene. He yawned, waved his hand, and said, "That's enough for today. Lock Officer Prince in the water dungeon. Give Miss Zhao the cell next door."
As the two thugs beside the torture rack released their grip on the pulleys, Laura breathed a sigh of relief, breathing heavily. Her body was covered in a layer of sweat, which shimmered a golden yellow under the torchlight.
The thugs untied the ropes binding the blonde policewoman to the torture rack. Her wrists remained bound, but her legs were free. Although Laura now had a chance to resist, over a week of repeated torture had shattered her will to escape, and the recent torture had stripped her of the strength to fight back.
Two men, one carrying her upper body and the other her legs, carried her to the water dungeon. The dungeon contained a pool, in which Laura was placed, her hands suspended by a rope dangling in the air. The water submerged half of her thighs.
After enduring severe torture, Zhao Jianling was semi-conscious when the thugs lowered her from the rack. Her upper body was still tightly bound, and another rope tied her ankles, leaving about a foot of space between them.
Exhausted and in pain, the tortured policewoman, barely able to walk, was beyond comprehension. Two thugs dragged Zhao Jianling by her arms, forcing her feet to scrape the ground as they pulled her into the cell, then slammed her face down on the floor.
As the policewoman's naked body, clad only in a narrow underpants, crashed heavily onto the cold ground, a chill gradually brought her back to her senses. She tried to twist her whip-marked body, attempting to prop herself up, but lacked the strength to do so.
Wu Laosan said, “Miss Zhao Yuefang, it’s getting late. You should rest. I’ll give you some time to think it over. Let me say it again, there’s no benefit in following Fang Debiao. He lacks courage and boldness and can’t achieve anything great. It’s strange how he’s managed to get to where he is now. I really suspect someone is supporting him behind the scenes…”
Hearing that Wu Laosan’s words were related to her mission, the policewoman’s heart skipped a beat. She struggled to turn her prone body to the outside of the cell, so that her delicate face and bright eyes faced Wu Laosan, and her exquisite breasts, which had been pressed under her body, came into the man’s view.
But Wu Laosan seemed unaware of any further information, and simply said, “Dealing with Fang Debiao will be a piece of cake for me. Your skills and marksmanship are excellent. As long as you are willing to submit to me, Wu Laosan, I will treat you as an honored guest.
But if you are still so stubborn by tomorrow, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
After Wu Laosan finished speaking, he and all his men walked out. Zhao Jianling only saw her clothes, shoes, and bag placed on a chair not far from the cell, but they were out of reach. Instantly, extreme fatigue struck again, and she could no longer hold on, closing her eyes and falling asleep.
(VI) The Female Police Officer Falls into the Bandit's Den
The cell door opened, and Wu Laosan walked in alone, while his few henchmen stood outside the cell. Zhao Jianling was awakened from her sleep by the sound. After a considerable period of rest, she was no longer as exhausted as when she was brought into the cell. Although her eyes still held some weariness, her gaze was already very sharp, and the whip marks on her body had faded considerably.
Wu Laosan asked, "Miss Zhao Yuefang, did you rest well? You should have thought through the question I asked you to consider.
The Nanyang Association is waiting for top talents like you to join."
Zhao Jianling coldly snorted and said, "I already answered that question yesterday. I suppose you're not deaf and didn't hear me, or you have a bad memory and forgot!"
A flash of anger crossed Wu Laosan's face, but it quickly turned into a lewd smile. He said, "It doesn't matter. Just because you haven't changed your mind now doesn't mean you won't change it in the future. Anyway, you are my female prisoner, and one day you will all submit to me, including Officer Prince."
Hearing Wu Laosan's words, Zhao Jianling's gaze involuntarily turned to the side, glancing through the iron bars separating the two cells at the blonde policewoman in the next cell. She saw Laura standing naked in the water dungeon, her hands hanging above her head. Although she had also woken up, she clearly couldn't understand the Chinese language spoken by Wu Laosan and Zhao Jianling.
Laura's condition was far worse than Zhao Jianling's. Her legs were submerged in water, and despite the summer heat, the prolonged submersion left them cold and numb. Her hands were bound by ropes dangling in the air, forcing her to remain standing, even while resting. The lack of quality rest made her look extremely exhausted, but years of training had allowed the policewoman to maintain an indomitable expression after more than a week of torture.
As Zhao Jianling looked at Laura, Wu Laosan had already knelt down in front of her. The policewoman remained lying on her side, her body, clad only in a bra and panties, facing Wu Laosan, her exposed breasts attracting the attention of all the men. Although
Zhao Jianling was naturally chaste and usually didn't want men to see her naked body, the previous night she had been forced to play ball with Wu Laosan in public wearing only a bra and panties. During the subsequent torture, her bra was stripped off in full view of everyone, and her almost perfect body, except for her genitals and buttocks, was subjected to the men's wanton gaze. Under these circumstances, Zhao Jianling no longer tried to cover her naked body.
Wu Laosan reached out, wanting to touch the policewoman's fair, jade-like bare feet. The instant his hand touched Zhao Jianling's feet, the policewoman reflexively bent her legs, avoiding the man's hand, and turned her head away. She saw the man's face filled with lewd intent.
Although Wu Laosan failed to grab Zhao Jianling's feet initially, he still managed to grasp the rope binding them.
The rope had only left a foot of space to begin with, and now her two jade-like feet were just half a foot away. Wu Laosan took a short stick from behind him and slowly wrapped the rope around it, bringing the policewoman's beautiful feet closer and closer to his hand.
The foot of space between her feet was now completely closed, with no room to move. Wu Laosan grabbed the policewoman's slender feet, pinching her right foot with his left hand and playing with her left toes with his right.
Wu Laosan said, "Miss Zhao Yuefang, your feet are truly beautiful. I've seen many women, and there are plenty with faces no less beautiful than yours, but none of them have feet as beautiful as yours."
Zhao Jianling, as one of the most elite female police officers in Interpol, felt extremely ashamed that her bare feet were being wantonly played with and humiliated by a man. However, considering that she was almost completely naked except for a narrow pair of underwear and her body was tightly bound by ropes, this was nothing. Besides, her identity had not yet been exposed, so she could bear the humiliation to some extent.
The policewoman remained calm, letting out a cold snort, and said, "Take your filthy hands off me."
Wu Laosan leered, "Miss Zhao Yuefang, as long as you submit to me, no one here, including myself, will touch you, and I'll treat you like an honored guest. But since you're so stubborn, I won't be polite. I touched your nipples enough last night, are you afraid I'll touch your feet now? Hahahaha."
With that, he released Zhao Jianling's legs, squatted down, took a step forward, straddled her, and forced her to lie flat on her back, her ivory-carved shoulders pulled up.
While lewdly laughing, Wu Laosan unzipped his pants, revealing his erect penis. He grabbed the policewoman's firm breasts with both hands, slightly parting them, then placed his penis between her cleavage, pressing her breasts inwards, using her pert breasts to clamp his penis between them.
Wu Laosan said, "I heard that Fu Wenqian and Zhang Guoqiang have already penetrated those two places down there several times, so I'll try something different."
With that, he grabbed the policewoman's breasts tightly with both hands, thrusting his genitals back and forth while rhythmically squeezing them inwards. Zhao Jianling's soft breasts were instantly kneaded into various shapes. She could only see the man's genitals repeatedly protruding and retracting between her firm breasts.
Besides squeezing the policewoman's erect nipples, the man's hands also constantly pinched her nipples with his fingers. Zhao Jianling felt intense stimulation coming from her chest, requiring her to concentrate to resist, but her two ruby-like nipples still hardened. Although
Zhao Jianling was one of the most elite policewomen in Interpol, she was bound hand and foot and unable to effectively resist. Her superior martial arts skills were useless, and she could only endure Wu Laosan's humiliation.
For a chaste woman like her, the humiliation of being violated in this way was no less than that of being raped. But she gritted her teeth, resisting the physical stimulation of her nipples while enduring an intense sense of shame.
Gradually, Wu Laosan's hands squeezed Zhao Jianling's breasts more violently, and the thrusting of his genitals became faster. Zhao Jianling felt waves of stinging pain in her chest; though she tried to endure it, she still let out a soft moan.
"Oh..."
Wu Laosan let out a long sigh of praise, and a large amount of semen shot from his genitals, flowing into Zhao Jianling's cleavage and onto her neck. When the man's hands left the policewoman's breasts, her elastic breasts instantly regained their firm shape, with a few faint bruises appearing on them.
Wu Laosan straightened his clothes, loosened the ropes binding the policewoman's feet, and said, "Men, take Miss Zhao Yuefang out. The show is about to begin."
Two henchmen entered, grabbed Zhao Jianling's bound arms, and pulled her naked body off the ground, pinching her breasts as they did so. The two men led the young policewoman out of the cell and into the torture chamber.
The pillar used to bind Zhao Jianling the previous night remained horizontally in place. She was forcibly pressed to the ground by the thugs. The men first untied her feet, bending her lower legs towards her thighs, then tightly binding her slender ankles together with rope.
Next, they tightened the ropes around the policewoman's wrists and ankles, assuming a horse-riding position. They lifted Zhao Jianling's pristine naked body and secured her to the horizontal pillar with another rope, resuming the same position as the previous night.
Wu Laosan grinned lewdly and rotated the horizontal pillar halfway around. Zhao Jianling, who had been facing down, was now facing up. The men looked at her and saw a pair of firm, erect breasts standing proudly on her beautifully sculpted body, extremely sexy.
Now Wu Laosan intended to personally torture her; the previous masturbation was just the beginning. He wanted to experience the pleasure of conquering this skilled woman. Ever since he had humiliated Officer Laura, he had found great pleasure in conquering women with strong martial arts skills. Having been humiliated many times, Zhao Jianling could still see through his intentions. While saddened, she was also relieved that he didn't yet know her identity as a female detective.
Wu Laosan picked up a large black iron clamp, walked to Zhao Jianling's side, and extended this terrifying instrument of torture towards her. The policewoman was tightly bound, and although she twisted her naked body, she couldn't escape.
The jaws of the clamp had already clamped onto her delicate nipples.
"Ah..."
The moment Wu Laosan tightened the clamps, Zhao Jianling let out an extremely shrill groan. She felt a sharp, intense pain shooting through her nipples, far more painful than being pinched by a man's fingers. The policewoman's delicate face swayed from side to side, her disheveled hair flying wildly, her jade-like naked body trembling violently.
Soon, Wu Laosan released the clamps. Only twenty seconds later, the policewoman was covered in sweat, breathing heavily. When Wu Laosan released her grip, the clamps hadn't fully loosened before retracting, causing her breasts to jiggle incessantly. Even during Wu Laosan's prolonged breast-fucking ordeal, Zhao Jianling hadn't been this disheveled.
Wu Laosan said, "Miss Zhao Yuefang, how does it feel? Want to try again?"
Although Zhao Jianling was covered in sweat and breathing rapidly, she still retorted defiantly, "You beast! Using such despicable methods! If you have the guts, let me go and let your men fight me!"
Wu Laosan lewdly laughed, "Hahahaha! Miss Zhao Yuefang, everyone knows you're skilled, otherwise I wouldn't be trying so hard to win you over. I'll remember your words now. If you want a fight, I'll give you the chance later. But for now, I'll let you experience the methods of our Nanyang Society."
With that, Wu Laosan's iron pincers shot out again, this time pointing at the other breast.
"No! Ah..."
Another nipple was clamped by iron clamps, and the policewoman groaned in pain again, struggling violently to relieve the stimulation from her nipple. Large beads of sweat continuously poured from her skin, and her delicate face contorted repeatedly.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
This time, the torture lasted noticeably longer. Even a strong and well-trained policewoman like Zhao Jianling let out groans, each one louder than the last. Her bright eyes were filled with fear, yet she endured it without begging for mercy. Her tenacity surprised Wu Laosan. As he released the
iron clamps, Wu Laosan said, "Miss Zhao, it seems I really underestimated you.
I didn't expect your ability to endure torture to be even better than that of an Interpol officer like Officer Prince. It's truly impressive. But the more stubborn you are, the more exciting it becomes for me!"
With that, he quickly put down the iron clamps and replaced them with a two-inch-wide bamboo board. The policewoman's breasts, still trembling from the pliers, swayed less and less until they almost stopped. Just then, Wu Laosan struck them with his bamboo paddle.
"Ugh..."
A faint red mark appeared on the policewoman's delicate breasts, fading quickly, and her erect breasts began to sway again. The pain and stimulation from this strike were not as intense as the previous nipple clamping, but it was still enough to make the resilient Zhao Jianling let out a soft groan.
Wu Laosan's lewd laughter continued unabated as he repeatedly slapped the policewoman's breasts with the bamboo paddle, his blows heavy. Zhao Jianling's pair of elastic, exquisite breasts trembled incessantly, her delicate skin flushing red and then fading.
"Ugh... ah..."
After striking Zhao Jianling's breasts for a while, Wu Laosan switched his grip, striking her soft, flat abdomen and shapely thighs with the bamboo paddle. Instantly, Zhao Jianling felt her entire body throbbing with pain and swelling from the beating. Even her groans grew louder. Although she struggled to move, how could she escape while bound?
Wu Laosan continued beating her, saying, "Miss Zhao, isn't this kind of beating quite unique?"
"Ah...ah..."
Zhao Jianling had no chance to answer. Red marks quickly spread to her snow-white stomach and thighs. She felt the pain in her chest hadn't subsided, and now her thighs and abdomen were burning with pain, causing her to scream in agony as she twisted and struggled. At this moment,
Wu Laosan had already turned the horizontal pillar halfway around with his left hand, making Zhao Jianling face down. Then, the bamboo stick in his hand struck the policewoman's beautiful feet and her buttocks, which were half-exposed outside her underwear. In an instant, all of Zhao Jianling's exquisite and sexy parts had been beaten by the man.
The men present watched with increasing excitement as their leader beat the naked body of the once highly skilled and capable young woman until she trembled and groaned in pain. They couldn't help but reach for their own erect genitals.
Wu Laosan then picked up a lit candle with his left hand and moved it to Zhao Jianling's body. The policewoman, though aware of Wu Laosan's intentions, had no chance to resist or dodge, helplessly watching the burning candle approach her body.
The man's right hand continued to strike Zhao Jianling's body with a bamboo stick. After the stick struck her half-naked buttocks, a drop of melted wax dripped onto them, instantly creating a red welt on the policewoman's white buttocks.
"Ah...stop! Ah...no! Ah..."
Zhao Jianling's heart-wrenching moans mingled with the men's lewd laughter, filling the air of the torture chamber. Bamboo boards and hot wax dripped onto the policewoman's naked body, first her buttocks, then her slender feet. After Wu Laosan turned the pillar halfway around, it was her breasts and thighs that were
next. Zhao Jianling felt as if she were covered in scalding hot wax, her whole body convulsing uncontrollably. Every drop of wax dripping onto her body sent a shiver down her spine. The policewoman kept her eyes tightly shut, wondering when this torment would end.
After Wu Laosan had tortured Zhao Jianling for a while, he finally stopped. The policewoman was still trembling, breathing heavily, and occasionally letting out soft moans, clearly still in pain.
Wu Laosan said, "Come on, put her down and clean her up."
Several thugs came forward and untied Zhao Jianling from the horizontal pillar. Soon, the wax on her body was cleaned off, and unexpectedly, after they finished, the thugs loosened all the ropes binding her.
The policewoman stood in the center of the torture chamber, her newly freed arms crossed over her chest, concealing her breasts, which had been exposed since her bra was removed the previous night. Even in this position, most of her body was still exposed to the men's eyes, but there were simply too many parts of her body that shouldn't be seen, and she couldn't cover them all.
Wu Laosan said, "Miss Zhao, stretch your muscles a bit. Didn't you just say you wanted me to release you so my men could spar with you? Now I've released you. These are my old subordinates; they all know you're highly skilled in martial arts and have no interest in sparring with you."
Although Zhao Jianling felt deeply ashamed of her naked and humiliated state, she remained remarkably calm, coldly replying, "Say what you want to say. Don't dream of me submitting to you!"
Wu Laosan clapped his hands, and several men immediately entered the torture chamber. Zhao Jianling looked and saw that the men who had fought Carter during the rescue of Fang Debiao at the cemetery were among them, including the C-race man. The C-race man's nose, which she had kicked, was still bandaged. Wu
Laosan continued, "Since Carter died in the cemetery battle, these men have become my new subordinates. Miss Zhao, you don't forget them, do you? They'll definitely be interested in fighting you. Don't you think so?"
The last two sentences were spoken in English. Carter's men naturally understood, and their faces broke into lewd smiles as they approached Zhao Jianling, spreading out in a circle to surround her.
Zhao Jianling then realized Wu Laosan's sinister intentions. She had defeated Carter and his men at the cemetery that day, and these men naturally hated her intensely. Now that they had a chance for revenge, they would show no mercy. She had endured a brutal ordeal, and the strength she had regained overnight was almost completely depleted. Even her reactions were less agile than usual, and she could only muster less than twenty percent of her usual martial arts skills.
The C-descendant said, "Miss Zhao, we meet again. It's truly an honor to see you naked. Hahahaha!"
A slight blush rose on Zhao Jianling's jade-like face. She covered her chest even more tightly with her arms, afraid these people would see her breasts, and said, "You bunch of beasts who take advantage of others!"
Wu Laosan said, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you want to fight, then attack! Stop hesitating."
Wu Laosan's words were an order to them. Upon receiving the order, these men swarmed forward, their fists and feet attacking Zhao Jianling simultaneously. Although the policewoman was unwilling, she could only move her arms away from her chest, exposing her firm breasts to the thugs' eyes.
She spun around, dodging two incoming punches, and then unleashed a flurry of punches with both hands. There were six enemies. With Zhao Jianling's martial arts skills, if she were wearing shoes, even if she was exhausted, she might have been able to hold on with her legs alone. However, her bare feet were ineffective and could only be used as a last resort. Therefore, she had to attack with her hands, exposing her breasts.
Even so, despite hitting her enemies, she failed to knock them down. Instead, after being tortured, her movements were less swift than usual. Before she could retract her left fist after it landed, her wrist was grabbed.
Seeing an opportunity, the others seized the chance to punch her from behind. Although her left arm was restrained, Zhao Jianling still managed to sway and dodge the two punches and one kick from behind. However, her range of motion was limited, and her reactions were not as quick as usual. A punch from the right struck the policewoman's breast, causing it to tremble.
Although the punch wasn't particularly lethal, it intensified Zhao Jianling's sense of shame. She raised her right leg, her knee striking the enemy in the abdomen, causing him to stumble backward in pain. The policewoman then punched the thug grabbing her left wrist in the shoulder.
Taking advantage of his pain, Zhao Jianling jerked her left wrist away, breaking free. But at that moment, two men behind her struck her back with a punch and a kick. She staggered, her steps faltering. Although she deflected the punches and kicks from the front and landed a punch to one man's chest, she was kicked in the abdomen.
The policewoman continued to fight, but her strength was waning, and her agility was diminished. She was now being repeatedly struck. Despite her pride and knowing she was outnumbered, she refused to give up. Zhao Jianling clung to the hope of reaching the chair where her bag was, but now she couldn't find an opportunity.
She was attacked from both sides, each strike failing to bring her opponent down. Despite her desperate resistance and evasion, she was constantly being hit. Each time, she used her agile movements to dodge vitals or deflect the opponent's force, but even so, defeat was inevitable.
Zhao Jianling held on for half a minute, enduring several punches and kicks. She tried to find an opening to deliver a powerful punch, simultaneously kneeing her opponent in the genitals, finally knocking down one enemy. However, this attack, focused on offense, neglected defense, and she was kicked in the buttocks.
Zhao Jianling turned to the side, parrying a punch and a kick from the enemy in front, but was then kicked in the abdomen by the C-descended man. In desperation, she kicked out with her right foot, forgetting she was barefoot. This kick struck the opponent's chest but had no effect.
The C-descended man seized the opportunity to grab the policewoman's slender foot while retreating. Zhao Jianling lost her balance, her left foot tapping the ground twice to regain her footing, but another punch landed on her slender waist. She struggled to push off with her left leg, her naked body leaping into the air, but her left kick was already at its last gasp.
One of the thugs next to the C-race man stepped forward to block Zhao Jianling's left foot. Her left foot had barely touched the ground before another thug rushed up from behind and grabbed her left leg. With her right leg restrained, she could only barely manage to touch the ground with her left foot and dodge to the side. With a "whoosh," the policewoman's left leg wasn't grabbed, but she felt a chill on her lower body as her remaining underwear was ripped off, exposing her buttocks and genitals.
Zhao Jianling threw a left punch, knocking the thug back, but the enemy behind her delivered a sweeping kick to her ankle. She could no longer support herself and collapsed to the ground.
Seeing that they had finally managed to defeat the highly skilled Zhao Jianling, the thugs swarmed her. One of the men grabbed her right foot, while another grabbed her left leg, spreading her legs wide. The policewoman's genitals, previously concealed by her underwear, were now fully exposed.
Another thug grabbed her arms, lifting her into the air. The remaining three men mercilessly rained blows on Zhao Jianling's naked body. She struggled, managing to break free from the man holding her arms, but her upper body fell to the ground. The thugs didn't let her go, continuing their onslaught.
Although the policewoman could still move her hands, her legs were firmly held, and lying on the ground, she had little strength left to defend herself. Her shoulders, breasts, back, abdomen, genitals, buttocks, and thighs became targets for the thugs' attacks.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."
Zhao Jianling let out muffled groans, her arms growing increasingly sluggish as she struggled, her body rolling from side to side under the man's leather shoes. Seeing the skilled young woman, exhausted, utterly defeated by Carter's men, Wu Laosan smiled with satisfaction.
When the men finally struck, the naked policewoman lay face down on the ground, her arms and legs spread wide. Her fair skin, soaked with sweat, glistened in the torchlight, and her back, buttocks, and thighs were covered in bruises from the beating. Zhao Jianling felt utterly powerless, pain shooting through her body.
Wu Laosan waved his hand and said in English, "Good job. From now on, she's one of the six of you, but you only have one hour. Hurry up."
Hearing this, Carter's men lewdly swarmed forward again. Two men lifted the policewoman's thighs, while another twisted her arms behind her back, lifting her up once more. This time, however, all three were extra careful to prevent her from escaping again.
The policewoman's front was covered in bruises from the beatings, stark and pitiful against her fair skin. Yet, her skin remained smooth, her breasts firm, and every part of her body soft and supple.
Of the remaining men, two thugs positioned themselves on either side of the policewoman, grabbing and kneading her breasts wantonly. The man of Chinese descent stood before Zhao Jianling, unzipped his pants, and thrust his erect penis into her sparsely haired genitals.
"Ah..."
The moment she was forced inside, Zhao Jianling let out a groan filled with pain and shame, her naked body trembling under the man's control. Despite being captured and humiliated multiple times, her fierce resistance meant that she was usually raped while bound by the thugs; it was rare for her to be raped without being bound.
The two men holding up the policewoman's legs also took the opportunity to fondle her legs and feet. At this point, apart from the thug who was twisting her arms from behind, the other five men were forcibly molesting and humiliating Zhao Jianling.
The policewoman's breasts, genitals, thighs, and bare feet were attacked simultaneously by the men. Because she wasn't tightly bound, her body had considerable room to struggle. But Zhao Jianling was already weak, and having suffered prolonged torture and exhausted her strength in the struggle, how could she escape the grasp of these burly, wolf-like men?
"Ah...ah...no! Ah...ah..."
Under the violent thrusting of the C-race man, the policewoman writhed and struggled like a fish on a harpoon, her beautifully curved naked body contorted. Her delicate face was contorted in pain, her expression one of utter humiliation, and she uttered continuous, agonizing groans.
These men of Carter's had never dreamed they would one day be able to conquer this highly skilled young woman. Now that such an opportunity had arrived, they all doubled their ruthlessness, and Zhao Jianling's resistance and struggle only fueled their thrill of conquest.
Since being captured alive by Wu Laosan, this was the first time Zhao Jianling had been formally raped. At this moment, she felt no sexual desire whatsoever; her vagina was dry and tight, and the man's genitals thrust roughly inside her, waves of unbearable pain overwhelming her.
The man's movements were extremely violent, and Zhao Jianling's groans and struggles were equally intense. Finally, a surge of heat erupted within her, slowing the man's movements. But before the policewoman could even catch her breath, another man replaced the C-surname man, inserting his penis into her.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Zhao Jianling groaned in despair.
She knew, of course, that if she feigned submission to Wu Laosan, she could immediately escape this hellish pain. But she also knew that Wu Laosan would never believe her surrender unless she immediately and without hesitation revealed information that could directly affect Fang Debiao's life. That would cause the entire mission to fail, and wouldn't guarantee her safety. All the policewoman could hope for was to open the pen with a signal transmitting function in the bag.
The other men in the room watched intently as Carter's former henchmen raped the skilled young woman one by one, their thick genitals rhythmically thrusting in and out of her sparsely haired pubic area, their faces filled with excitement and envy as they kneaded her pert breasts into various shapes. Although they hadn't yet received orders to conquer Zhao Jianling, they knew that sooner or later they would have that opportunity.
An hour passed quickly, and when the six men reluctantly stopped their assault, the exhausted policewoman had been raped unconscious. Nevertheless, the thugs retied her and locked her in the cell.
(VII) Breaking the Enemy and Raising Doubts
When she awoke again, Zhao Jianling found herself bound hand and foot, just as she had the previous night, with only a foot of space between the ropes.
Her mind flashed back to Wu Laosan grabbing her breasts, clamping his terrifying genitals between them, and performing oral sex on her. She was then tied to a horizontal pillar in a four-legged, hind-legged position. Wu Laosan clamped her nipples with iron pliers, tortured her naked body with bamboo sticks, and dripped molten wax onto her skin.
After being tortured to the point of exhaustion, she was utterly defeated in a fight by six of Carter's former henchmen. The powerless policewoman was forcibly lifted up by these six men and raped in turns. If she hadn't been naked, she would have wondered if this was a nightmare.
She looked out of the cell and was suddenly overjoyed. There were no criminals left in the torture chamber. The blonde policewoman, Laura Prince, was firmly bound to the chair where her clothes and bag had been. Her bag was on the floor, not far from Laura's feet.
Zhao Jianling looked around and found that the men in the other cells were all fast asleep. The torches in the room were still burning, indicating that it was already night. Unfortunately, Laura seemed to have endured a painful ordeal, and was also fast asleep with her eyes tightly closed, her full breasts rising and falling with her breath.
Zhao Jianling tried calling her name a few times, but she seemed extremely exhausted and didn't respond at all.
The policewoman knew that Laura must have been cruelly violated and was now completely exhausted. If she cried out any louder, she would only wake up the other cells first, so she had to think of another way.
She looked around her cell and found a short stick on the floor, then remembered that it was the one Wu Laosan had used to wrap around the rope binding her feet. The policewoman staggered to her feet and kicked the stick with her bare foot.
After a short rest, the policewoman's energy had mostly recovered. Her slender toes struck one end of the stick, sending it flying and hitting Laura's bare chest. The blonde policewoman's naked body stirred slightly, waking from her deep sleep.
Zhao Jianling said in English, "Officer Prince, are you alright?"
Laura had initially assumed this pretty, well-built Eastern woman was one of Fang Debiao's men and didn't have a good impression of her. However, after seeing her naked and being brutally violated by a group of men, yet remaining unyielding, she developed a deep admiration for her. Now, seeing her speak to her in English, she turned her head and nodded slightly to Zhao Jianling.
Zhao Jianling said softly, "Officer Prince, I'm temporarily undercover investigating Fang Debiao's men at the invitation of Officers Mark and Zheng Xiaoye. My name is Zhao Jianling..."
Upon hearing this, Laura gasped in surprise. Zhao Jianling had solved numerous major cases in Southeast Asia, striking fear into the hearts of those in the underworld, and her reputation was extremely high. Laura, also an Interpol agent, although working in North America, had heard of her, but had never met her.
She certainly hadn't expected that when she first met this elite female officer from Interpol, they would both be captured alive by criminals, stripped naked, and brutally violated. The only difference was that Zhao Jianling hadn't yet revealed her identity.
Laura asked, "Are you really the famous Officer Zhao Jianling?"
Zhao Jianling replied, "It's not wise to say more now; we need to get out of danger as soon as possible. My bag is next to your feet; there's a pen inside, given to me by Officer Zheng Xiaoye. Once you open the cap, the pen will emit a high-frequency signal, and the police will know our location."
Laura was firmly strapped to the chair, and Zhao Jianling's bag was still a foot away. She had to struggle to move the entire chair to reach the bag with her right foot. She reached into the bag with her bare foot; thankfully, there was only a pen inside, otherwise retrieving it would have been extremely difficult.
The blonde policewoman used her left toes to press down on the pen body and her right toes on the pen cap, then pulled it off with her toes. Seeing this, Zhao Jianling finally breathed a sigh of relief. Laura also felt a weight lifted from her heart.
Zhao Jianling whispered, "Let's wait patiently. Since I learned you were captured by the Nanyang Society, I've contacted Officer Mark and Officer Zheng Xiaoye, but they didn't know where you were being held. This time they know the exact location and will come to rescue you soon. Let's rest for a while."
The two female detectives calmed down, closed their eyes to rest, and quietly waited for their rescuers to arrive.
After an unknown amount of time, the door leading to the outside of the interrogation room was suddenly opened, and two thugs rushed in. A chaotic sound could be faintly heard outside, mixed with gunshots. The two thugs looked panicked, each holding a gun in their right hand, and rushed to the chair where Laura was bound.
One man spoke in English, “Quick! Get this female detective out of here, or it’ll be too late.
Third Brother is waiting. Only by taking Officer Prince hostage will we have a chance to escape.”
Another man switched his pistol to his left hand and took out a knife in his right, cutting the ropes binding the blonde policewoman’s upper body. The thug who had spoken earlier reached out and untied the severed ropes from Laura’s naked body. The man with the knife then bent down to cut the ropes binding her ankles.
The instant the ropes binding Laura’s feet were cut, she suddenly raised her leg, her knee slamming into the thug’s face. At the same time, her naked body lunged forward, her fists clenched, striking the fallen thug with all her might.
During the two days of humiliation and torture that followed her capture, Laura repeatedly put up fierce resistance whenever she was untied, but each time she was outnumbered and defeated by the thugs. She was then subjected to even more brutal humiliation, which caused her to completely lose the will to resist.
After that, she offered no further futile resistance, and the thugs gradually lowered their guard. During routine escorts, detentions, and interrogations, they didn't bind her tightly like they did with Zhao Jianling, before tying her to a cell or rack. Unexpectedly, this time, something went wrong.
Unlike Zhao Jianling's typical Chinese martial arts, Laura's fighting style was primarily boxing and Sanda (Chinese kickboxing). She punched one of the thugs in the chest with her left fist, grabbed his left wrist with her right, and slammed his left hand to the ground.
The thug lost his grip on the gun in his left hand,
and it fell to the side. The thug behind Laura, seeing his companion grappling with the naked blonde policewoman, considered firing, but the consequence would be either accidentally injuring his companion or the hostage. He could only rush forward from behind the chair and kick Laura, who was focused on fighting his companion.
His first kick landed on the policewoman's ample buttocks, but clearly, the firm buttocks weren't a vital area. Laura merely grunted; her plan to deal with the fallen thug remained unaffected, and she knocked the knife from his right hand.
The thug's second kick landed on Laura's left waist. Her slender waist, lacking the resilience of her hips, was effectively neutralized. Laura groaned as she rolled to the right, but as she rolled halfway around, facing the thug who had attacked her from behind, a gunshot rang out.
The gunshot didn't come from the armed thug, but from the blonde policewoman. During her roll, she had already retrieved the pistol from the fallen thug's left hand and fired immediately upon turning. The first shot struck the standing thug in the abdomen, the second piercing his heart.
The other thug, before he could even get up, was shot down by Laura. Laura searched the man's pocket and found a set of keys. She immediately ran to the cell where Zhao Jianling was being held, tried each key, and finally opened the cell door. She entered the cell and untied all the ropes binding Zhao Jianling's upper body and feet.
The two naked policewomen emerged from the cell together and rushed towards the two dead criminals. Zhao Jianling took a pistol from one of the criminals. Laura, meanwhile, took off the clothes from the other man, preparing to put them on to cover her body, which had been naked for over a week.
The men still imprisoned had woken up and were shouting behind the two policewomen, "Let us out! Let us out!"
Suddenly, a man appeared at the door, entering the torture chamber while shouting in English, "Take that policewoman out quickly, we can't hold on much longer."
Laura was busy dressing, but Zhao Jianling didn't relax her guard. She raised her hand and fired a shot; the man fell dead before he could even understand what was happening. Immediately afterward, Zhao Jianling changed into the clothes of the other criminal. Laura, tall and strong, looked alright in men's clothes, but they were ill-fitting for the petite Zhao Jianling. However, there was no other choice.
Zhao Jianling grabbed the signal pen, and she and Laura quickly ran out of the torture chamber. Outside, there was a commotion and chaos. Since the torture chamber was underground, the fighting hadn't yet spread there. The two walked along the corridor, turned a corner, and descended the stairs to the ground floor.
Outside, the thugs were like headless flies, scrambling for cover and returning fire with their pistols. In the distance, police in bulletproof vests, heavily armed, were steadily closing the encirclement.
Several bodies lay on the ground, one of them Fu Wenqian. No one noticed Zhao Jianling and Laura's arrival.
Having run from the underground torture chamber to the surface, they were essentially in the heart of the Nanyang Society's territory. They immediately raised their guns and fired at the thugs from behind, causing even greater chaos. Within minutes, the Nanyang Society suffered heavy losses, and their counterattack firepower weakened instantly. Laura happened to see Wu Laosan in command and shot him dead.
Zhao Jianling said, "It seems the situation is settled. Even if these people survive, they will likely be arrested soon, with no chance of escape. My identity is very secretive, and not many police officers know it. I need to find a way to slip out during this final chaotic phase. When you see Officer Mark and Officer Zheng Xiaoye, tell them, but don't tell anyone else."
Laura was in a good mood after escaping and smiled, "Understood. Be careful, don't let my colleagues catch you. Otherwise, if they question you, even Officer Mark and Officer Zheng Xiaoye might not be able to hide your identity."
At this time, due to the heavy casualties of the Nanyang Society's thugs, their counterattack power was greatly weakened, and the police's firepower also weakened. Zhao Jianling looked around and felt that the police's firepower was weaker on the west side. He then nimbly jumped out of a window facing west.
Outside the window was a patch of low bushes, which Zhao Jianling hid after leaping out. She saw three figures approaching the window not far ahead. Two of them were in police uniforms, carrying submachine guns, while the third was a young, beautiful woman in civilian clothes, wearing a bulletproof vest – it was Zheng Xiaoye.
Zhao Jianling remained motionless in the bushes, waiting for them to approach. By this time, almost all the Nanyang Gang thugs were dead or wounded; only sporadic gunshots remained, mostly from the police. Zheng Xiaoye and the two detectives cautiously entered the bushes. Seeing no resistance from the thugs in this direction, they leaped in through the window.
The policewoman then emerged from the bushes; her movements were swift, but she still stirred some of the undergrowth, creating a rustling sound. Zheng Xiaoye immediately turned around, and Zhao Jianling happened to turn around as well. They exchanged a glance; Zheng Xiaoye had confirmed her safety.
Zhao Jianling didn't linger and left immediately. At this moment, the other two detectives turned around, noticed someone escaping, and wanted to give chase, but Zheng Xiaoye stopped them.
"Three days have passed! You've investigated for so long and found nothing. You're a bunch of useless trash!"
The angry man was around fifty years old. He wore a sharp suit, was slightly overweight, and had graying temples. His gaze was extremely sharp, and his gloomy face was extremely stern. The men standing beside him trembled, unsure what to do.
Just then, the door opened, and a subordinate rushed in, saying, "Big Brother, Second Brother is back! Should we...should we invite him in now?"
The angry middle-aged man shouted, "Since you know, why are you asking! Quickly call Second Brother in!"
The subordinate immediately ran out in fear. A moment later, a man who looked two or three years younger than the middle-aged man entered. This man had a fierce appearance, and his eyes gleamed with a wicked light; he was clearly a formidable and troublesome figure.
These two men were the leader and second-in-command of the Nanyang Society. The leader, surnamed Yang, was the founder of the Nanyang Society and had been its head for many years. While highly respected, he was also known for his volatile temper, and his subordinates were quite afraid of him. The second-in-command, surnamed Qi, was recruited by Yang from another gang two years ago.
Yang said, "Second brother, you're finally back from your visit. In the month you were gone, a major incident occurred in our Nanyang Society!"
Qi replied, "I roughly know about Third Brother's situation. Third Brother has always been impetuous and restless; I didn't expect him to become an enemy of Fang Debiao and his group so quickly. Everyone has witnessed Third Brother's abilities, but his eagerness to demonstrate his power and increase his prestige within the Nanyang Society is rather..."
Yang the Elder said angrily, "Third Brother's ambition is too great. First, he let Fang Debiao and Carter fight each other, resulting in Carter's death, and then he subdued Carter's men. Afterwards, he wanted to wipe out Fang Debiao's organization in one fell swoop, which is fine. The problem is, how did the police manage to destroy it so inexplicably?"
Qi the Second said, "The police were obviously prepared this time. It's unbelievable that none of our brothers escaped. Third Brother's location is very well hidden; many of our men don't even know about it. How could Interpol know?"
Yang the Elder said, "I also find this very strange. When Third Brother subdued Carter's remnants, he captured an undercover Interpol female officer named Laura Prince, which probably angered Interpol. Perhaps they have some means of communication that allowed the police to find out Third Brother's hiding place."
Qi the Second nodded and said, "Yes, that's very likely. But Third Brother captured that female officer..." "When was the official arrested? I heard it was before the official hostility with Fang Debiao! Since that policewoman was arrested a long time ago, she should have found an opportunity to use her methods long ago. How come it only happened three days ago?"
Old Master Yang said, "That's right. Officer Prince was arrested two weeks ago, and the police only launched the attack three days ago, a gap of ten days. Although we can't rule out the possibility that Laura Prince hadn't found an opportunity to make contact before, there could also be other factors."
Old Master Qi thought for a moment and said, "That's right. Is there any other information? For example, were there any special circumstances worth noting before the incident?"
Old Master Yang said, "I sent people to investigate, but those useless people investigated for a long time and still don't know anything. Our insider in the S City police received news from Interpol about the arrest of that policewoman a long time ago, but they don't know much about this attack either. Everything is very mysterious, it seems that only high-ranking officials know about it." "Only those in the upper echelons know,"
said Qi Lao Er. "Incidents related to undercover agents should be kept secret. But since that policewoman's undercover identity has been exposed, I seriously doubt whether it's necessary to make everything so mysterious. The more mysterious it is, the more suspicious I become."
Hearing Qi Lao Er's words, Yang Lao Da's anger wasn't as intense as before. He said, "That's right. I also feel there's something unknown about this matter."
Qi Lao Er said, "Since no one was able to escape and we can't find out any more information, were there any particularly noteworthy events before this happened? When was the last time Wu Lao San contacted the boss? Did he mention anything special?"
Yang Lao Da said, "The last contact was the night before. Wu Lao San led his men to intercept Fang Debiao, and it's said they captured Fang Debiao's most capable assistant, Zhao Yuefang."
Qi Lao Er said, "Zhao Yuefang...who is she? I've never heard of her before?"
Yang Lao Da He said, "This is a noteworthy figure. It's said she's Zhao Zizhong's daughter, and she originally studied in Europe. After Zhao Zizhong died in the struggle between Fang Debiao and Carter, she rushed here. Wu Laosan learned from Zhang Guoqiang that Fang Debiao was going to Zhao Zizhong's grave to pay his respects, and then had him leak the information to Carter, which resulted in an attack on the cemetery."
Qi Lao Er said, "So that's how the fight between Carter and Fang Debiao happened! I never expected so much to happen here since I left. Laosan is truly a talent; if he weren't so ambitious and had discussed things with us before acting, what great things wouldn't have been accomplished? It's a pity… alas."
Yang Lao Da said, "Originally, Carter had the situation under control, and it seemed Fang Debiao was about to lose. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuefang had already arrived at her father's grave to pay her respects, and hiding to the side, she identified friend from foe and launched a preemptive strike. I heard she's a woman in her twenties, but her skills are exceptional; facing more than ten armed men…" Yet she showed no fear.
Qi Lao Er, hearing this, became suspicious and said, "It's such a coincidence that she's visiting her father's grave! A woman in her twenties, yet with such exceptional skills—truly rare."
Yang Lao Da continued, "Wu Lao San said that he and Fu Wenqian were also hiding in the cemetery and witnessed the fight. Zhao Yuefang, single-handedly, broke through Carter's defenses in an instant, seized his gun, and subdued him. Carter tried to use a trick, feigning reconciliation while actually attempting to kill, but she saw through his scheme. In the end, it was Carter who died!"
Qi Lao Er, after hearing Yang Lao Da's assistant recount the entire story from Wu Lao San, said gravely, "It does sound impressive. But this is truly astonishing. It's not surprising that Zhao Zizhong has such a capable daughter. But she seems like a complete novice, untrained, yet she displayed such shrewdness in such a large-scale situation." "That's quite unexpected."
Yang Laoda exclaimed in surprise, "Yes, now that you mention it, I do find it a bit strange. This Zhao Yuefang became Fang Debiao's bodyguard and assistant after joining his ranks. Before Lao San's incident, he had clashed with Fang Debiao and his men several times and suffered quite a bit at Zhao Yuefang's hands."
Qi Lao Er said, "She's indeed a formidable character. Brother, let's get back to our original topic. You said that Lao San attacked Fang Debiao and captured Zhao Yuefang that day, right?"
Yang Laoda said, "In fact, the hostility between the Nanyang Association and Fang Debiao was also caused by her. It is said that Zhao Yuefang is highly valued by Fang Debiao. Taking advantage of her new arrival under Fang Debiao's command, which caused some internal conflicts, Zhang Guoqiang, together with Fu Wenqian and others, set a trap to capture Zhao Yuefang. They wanted to get some important information from her, but unexpectedly, she escaped."
Qi Lao Er said, "It seems that this Zhao Yuefang is indeed not simple. It must be because of this that Zhang Guoqiang's identity was exposed..." That's what led Fang Debiao to see our Nanyang Society as an enemy. I've finally figured out the details now."
Old Yang said, "That day, while Fang Debiao was playing golf at the XX Hotel, the Third Brother arranged an attack, resulting in casualties on both sides, and Zhao Yuefang was captured alive. When the Third Brother last contacted me, he said on the phone that he was torturing Zhao Yuefang, trying to force her to submit to the Nanyang Society. I didn't expect that something
like this would happen later." Second Brother Qi said, "I see. After the Third Brother's incident, what happened to some of his former enemies, the policewoman he captured, and Zhao Yuefang?"
Old Yang said, "We found out from our contacts in the S City police. Several of the enemies the Third Brother arrested have now been identified by the police and are temporarily detained. Officer Prince has also returned to her post, but the police have no news about Zhao Yuefang. Some brothers in the society claim to have seen Zhao Yuefang in Fang Debiao's territory yesterday."
Second Brother Qi said decisively, " "This Zhao Yuefang is definitely suspicious! None of Lao San's men, or the enemies he imprisoned, escaped, so how come she's unharmed?"
Old Master Yang said, "That's right, there's definitely something wrong. But could she be…?"
Second Brother Qi said, "I suspect she's an Interpol mole within Fang Debiao's organization!"
Old Master Yang said, "But I think someone as capable as Zhao Yuefang, if she's an Interpol agent, shouldn't be an unknown figure. Why have neither Fang Debiao's men nor our Nanyang Society members ever seen her?" Second Brother
Qi said, "She's likely from somewhere else, perhaps a female police officer from the East. Maybe she was just transferred to North America, or maybe she was specifically sent to deal with Fang Debiao. Of course, other possibilities can't be ruled out, but I think the most likely possibility is that she's an undercover agent." Old Master
Yang said, "Then I'll immediately send someone to investigate Zhao Yuefang's background in Europe. If this is an imposter, there's always a way to find out."
Qi Lao Er said, "Do you have a photo of Zhao Yuefang here? I have some friends in Southeast Asia; I can ask them to check. If this formidable figure is indeed a policewoman from the East, then surely someone will recognize her face."
The summer night in S City saw a rapid drop in temperature, with a refreshing sea breeze. However, regardless, Mr. Morris, dressed formally in a suit, tie, and shirt, still found the air extremely hot. Therefore, as soon as he left the restaurant, he jumped into his luxury car.
The air conditioning in both the restaurant and the car was blasting, clearly suitable for his attire, and making him terrified of the outside air. This had been his habit for many years, every summer, leading him to develop the habit of immediately and without hesitation jumping into his car as soon as he stepped out of the house.
Morris never glanced at the car parked outside; he was certain his secretary would bring it to him on time. His car was long, with three rows of seats. Generally, the driver sat in the first row, his secretary in the second, and he used the third.
But when Maurice got into the car, he noticed that the person in the front seat had a slightly unfamiliar hairstyle; it definitely wasn't his secretary. He quickly realized that he might have gotten into the wrong car. He wondered, what was going on? Had his secretary failed to park on time, and coincidentally bumped into someone else's car parked in front of the restaurant?
"I'm so sorry! Maybe I got into the wrong car. My secretary should have driven here by now; he never makes mistakes. Perhaps our cars look quite similar?"
he said, reaching for the car door to get out. At the same time, Maurice carefully examined the interior, something he hadn't noticed before. He felt relieved; the car did indeed look very similar to his own, even identical, and the owner would surely understand his oversight.
Unexpectedly, the person in the front seat turned around and grabbed the car door with his left hand. Judging from his appearance, Morris saw that he was a typical C-race. There were quite a few C-races in S City, so seeing one here wasn't surprising. What surprised him was that this person was holding onto the car door and preventing him from getting out. Before Mr. Morris could figure out what was going on, a gun with a silencer was thrust forward and pressed against his forehead.
Maurice was taken aback, his voice trembling as he stammered, "What...what are you going to do? I just...I just got into the wrong car..."
The man replied in English, "got into the wrong car? No. Aren't you Mr. Maurice?"
Hearing that the man knew his name, Maurice panicked even more, saying, "I am Mr. Maurice, but...but how do you know I am Maurice?"
The man slightly twitched the gun in his hand, but the muzzle remained fixed on Maurice's forehead, saying, "If you are Mr. Maurice, then this is your own car. How come you don't even recognize your own car?"
Mr. Maurice then realized that the person in front of him was a middle-aged man with a fierce and ruthless expression, and asked in confusion, "This is my own car? Where is my secretary? He should be sitting where you are now...And who are you? Sir, could you please put your gun away?"
The man smiled and said, "Mr. Maurice, I'm here today to..." You're discussing some deals. Your secretary and driver are in the way, so I'll have to ask them to rest for a while. They'll come to you when we're done. This gun can't be put away yet unless you agree to my demands."
Mr. Morris's expression changed, and he said, "You're threatening me! Who are you? What do you want?
If you want money, I might give it to you. But you should also think carefully. If you kill me, I'm afraid you won't have a good ending either."
Morris's words, a combination of soft and hard tactics, were quite effective, but the C-race man sneered, "Mr. Morris, please don't play dumb in front of me. Who doesn't know you're also a figure in the underworld? When will your next shipment arrive? Have you found a buyer yet? Hmm... it seems you have some dealings with Mr. Fang Debiao, are you going to give it to him again?"
Morris's expression changed again, and he said, "You... who are you?"
The C-race man laughed loudly and said, "Drive! We'll talk as we drive."
(VIII) Designing to Capture the Female Police Officer
The car slowly started moving, and the speed gradually increased. In the darkness, Maurice could only see the scenery rushing past on both sides, while the gun in the C-race man's hand remained pressed against his forehead without the slightest relaxation. His face paled and then paled, filled with hesitation.
Although he was a member of the underworld, he appeared to be a legitimate businessman, secretly only responsible for the supply of drugs. The drugs he transported were sold at low prices, and he didn't profit much from them, so others weren't envious. He rarely participated in underworld disputes; if trouble arose, his usual suppliers would mediate. He had very little experience in the underworld. Now, attacked, he panicked.
The man of C descent said, “Mr. Morris, please don’t worry. I’m not here to take your life, just to discuss a deal. Please allow me to introduce myself. I’m from the Nanyang Society, my surname is Qi, and I hold a vice-presidential position.”
Although the Nanyang Society’s influence in S City’s underworld was not as great as Fang Debiao’s, it was still quite prestigious. Morris
said “Oh,” gradually calming down, and replied, “So you’re Mr. Qi from the Nanyang Society. It’s a great honor to meet you. Is there anything I can do to help you?”
Qi Lao Er sneered, “Mr. Morris must have heard that the Nanyang Society has come to be enemies with Mr. Fang Debiao. Mr. Fang Debiao has always been a buyer of your goods, and I’m sure he’ll be here as soon as this new shipment arrives.”
Morris said, “Mr. Qi, you know I never get involved in underworld disputes.” "Sir, we only have some business dealings. We still need to discuss this new batch of goods further. If your Nanyang Association has any conflicts with him, please resolve them directly. I'm just trading goods and don't want to get involved."
Qi Lao Er said, "Well said, 'Don't get involved in underworld disputes!' We, the Nanyang Association, have no interest in your goods, but we only hope you agree to one request. I can make it clear beforehand that you don't need to deal with Fang Debiao directly; just do as I say."
Morris said, "Do as you say? What do you want me to do?"
Qi Lao Er said, "We know that once this new batch of goods arrives, you must find a way to sell it. You just said you still need to discuss it with Fang Debiao. I would like to ask you to arrange for Fang Debiao to meet at the XX Restaurant in the XX Center the day after tomorrow at noon to discuss this transaction. What do you think?"
The XX Center is one of the most bustling shopping malls in S City, crowded and diverse, and generally not a place where underworld figures would take action. Even with occasional exceptions, it was always just a fistfight; no one dared to openly start a gunfight in public.
Morris thought for a moment and said, "I can completely agree to this request..."
Qi Lao Er shook his left hand and said, "Mr. Morris, please don't rush to agree. I have a second request. I require you to inform Mr. Fang Debiao at 7:30 AM the day after tomorrow to change the appointment time to 8:00 AM that day, at XX Cafe."
Morris said, "That might not be a good idea. I need to find a reasonable excuse."
Qi Lao Er said, "Just tell him that the Nanyang Association is forcing them to take your shipment, and they want to meet at 10:00 AM. If you can reach an agreement with them before then, it will be difficult to force them to do so."
Morris nodded and said, "This excuse isn't unreasonable, I can agree to it. Is there a third request?"
Qi Lao Er said, "The third request is that you keep the appointment on time. No matter what happens then, you don't need to worry about it, just watch."
Morris said, "Do you want to take action while we're talking?"
Qi Lao Er sneered, "What? Are you scared again? Afraid that our operation will fail and Fang Debiao will come after you? Don't think Fang Debiao has great power; he's just all bark and no bite. Our Nanyang Society will replace him sooner or later."
Morris said, "But if you want to use force in the center of XX, that's almost impossible..."
Qi Lao Er said, "I've already said, you don't need to worry about it. The whole matter..." "Just pretend you know nothing. That way, you won't be considered involved in any underworld disputes, which is perfectly in line with your usual behavior. In fact, my real purpose in doing this isn't about Fang Debiao."
Morris said, "Okay, I agree. Mr. Qi, could you please put the gun away now?"
Qi Lao Er said, "Good that you agreed. I'll put the gun away now, and I can also give you some money as payment for this. But please do what you promised me properly. If you dare to try anything funny, I'll point this gun at your head sooner or later."
The car had now driven to a very deserted section of road. After turning a corner, they saw several other cars parked ahead, with a few people standing scattered outside. The driver then stopped Morris's car, and Qi Lao Er and the driver got out together.
Qi Lao Er said, "Mr. Morris, your driver and secretary are here. They will take you to where you want to go. I have already given your secretary the payment. Don't forget what you promised me. Goodbye."
Morris sat in his car, watching his driver and secretary emerge from the other vehicles. The secretary carried her usual briefcase in her right hand, but in her left hand she held a small handbag she had never seen before, clearly containing a sum of cash. The two got into Morris's car, turned a corner, and drove off in the opposite direction.
After watching Morris's car drive away, Qi Lao Er waved, and everyone from the Nanyang Association got into their own cars. These cars also started moving one after another, heading in another direction. Qi Lao Er sat in his car and reached into his pocket to take out a piece of paper.
This paper had just been faxed from a friend in Southeast Asia. It contained a photograph and a few lines of text. The photograph was a half-body shot of a young woman with flowing hair. She had a smile on her face, extremely delicate features, and bright, expressive eyes. The text on the side read:
"Name: Zhao Jianling;
Gender: Female;
Age: 23;
Height: 156 cm
; Weight: 43 kg
; Position: Head of the Interpol Southeast Coast Office in Country C;
Other: Cheerful personality, alert and intelligent, highly skilled in martial arts, pure and virtuous."
Qi Lao Er muttered, "Zhao Yuefang... Zhao Jianling... No matter how powerful you are, I will definitely catch you this time. I'm not Fu Wenqian or Wu Laosan, I won't let you escape again! After I deal with you first, I'll have a way to deal with Fang Debiao."
The alarm clock woke the sleeping policewoman. Zhao Jianling stretched and got out of bed. She looked at the time and it was already 6:30. Although reluctant, she could only get out of bed, take off her pajamas, and change into a white short-sleeved T-shirt and blue jeans.
A whole week had passed since she escaped from Wu Laosan's den of iniquity. Since her return to Fang Debiao, he was deeply grateful for her selfless rescue, and the previous battle at the cemetery further enhanced his trust in her. The policewoman then enjoyed a full week of rest.
The week passed quickly. The arrival of a new week meant she would soon resume her tedious work.
In the mornings, she would teach a few basic martial arts moves at the gym, and at noon, she would escort Fang Debiao to the XX Center to discuss a business deal with a supplier named Mr. Morris.
She had been teaching martial arts for quite some time, but on the one hand, Zhao Jianling only taught the most basic things, and on the other hand, she didn't explain the key points. Therefore, after a long period of training, Fang Debiao's men hadn't made any significant progress. The advantage of this was that it would be more convenient for the police in the future, but the disadvantage was that Zhao Jianling wouldn't have any capable assistants when dealing with other gangs.
As for Fang Debiao going to the XX Center, Zhao Jianling wasn't worried. Uncle Ping had already told her beforehand that it was the most prosperous area in S City. For many years, no one dared to use a gun there. If attacked by enemies, in a crowded area, with Zhao Jianling's martial arts skills and a few helpers, escaping unscathed wouldn't be too difficult.
The policewoman arrived at the gym on time at seven o'clock, changed into her workout clothes, and continued teaching Fang Debiao's men some basic fighting moves. Half an hour passed quickly, and she was the first to leave. Those who were learning martial arts, however, continued to train in the gym after hearing Zhao Jianling's advice to practice diligently.
Zhao Jianling changed back into her original white t-shirt and blue jeans and walked out of the gym. She saw Uncle Ping already standing at the door waiting for her, and as soon as she came out, he immediately pulled her aside.
Seeing that Uncle Ping's expression was somewhat strange, Zhao Jianling hurriedly asked, "Uncle Ping, what exactly happened?"
Uncle Ping replied, "Yuefang, Boss Fang just received a call. Mr. Morris changed the time of our appointment. It's now eight o'clock, to discuss it at the XXX Cafe in the XXX Center."
Zhao Jianling glanced at her watch; it was already 7:40. She frowned and asked, "How could this happen? We agreed
on a date before, why change the time?"
Uncle Ping explained, "Mr. Morris said that the Nanyang Association called him last night, pressuring him to take over his shipment, agreeing to discuss it at ten o'clock. He said that only if we get there first and place the order, the Nanyang Association won't be able to do anything. So the time was moved up to eight o'clock."
Hearing this, the policewoman's face showed anxiety. She asked, "Where is Uncle Fang now?"
Uncle Ping said, "Boss Fang, with two men, has already gone to the XXX Center to meet with Morris first... " "Sheng is discussing business. He asked me to tell you that you don't need to trouble yourself this time. There are many people at the XX Center, so there shouldn't be any major problems."
Zhao Jianling said, "What? He only took two people to the XX Center? I think this is very likely a trap set by the Nanyang Association. They probably already knew from Zhang Guoqiang that this morning was when I was instructing everyone in martial arts practice, and that it would be difficult for Fang Bo to spare any manpower. Then they took advantage of the middle of last night to coerce Morris into changing the time. After that, they waited at the XX Center
. Although they can't use guns, Fang Bo's side is so short-handed, they can solve the problem with their fists and feet." Uncle Ping's expression changed upon hearing this. He said, "Then what should we do? We should quickly call for reinforcements and rush over."
Zhao Jianling said, "Uncle Ping, I'll go there now. Please go in and find ten reinforcements, tell them to stop practicing, and go to the XX Center immediately."
Uncle Ping said, "Okay, that's settled then. Be careful."
Café XX is located at the western entrance of XX Center. In front of the café is an open space with dozens of outdoor tables, each surrounded by two or three chairs. This open space is already a great place to enjoy coffee outdoors, but the real high-end dining experience is inside the café.
Since it was morning and the first workday of the week, the number of people inside and outside the café was still far less than during peak hours. Even so, its popularity was unmatched in other parts of S City; half of the outdoor tables were occupied, and a small portion of the indoor space was also taken.
Next to the XX Café was a road through which all vehicles heading to the XX Center would pass, and a parking lot was not far away. Two white vans were parked on the outer side of the parking lot, and the Nanyang Gang members, led by Qi Lao Er, were quietly waiting for their prey to arrive.
Qi Lao Er, holding binoculars, sat in the passenger seat of the first van, looking towards the road next to the café.
They had arrived at 7:30 and had already watched Fang Debiao and his two men go inside. He had considered rushing out with his men to capture Fang Debiao immediately, but remembering that this wasn't his main objective, and considering the large number of people around, catching someone determined to escape wouldn't be easy, he immediately suppressed the impulse.
A taxi pulled up to the side of the road, a perfectly normal occurrence, but the moment someone got out, it immediately caught Qi Lao Er's attention. It was a young woman of C descent, with delicate features. She wore a white short-sleeved t-shirt, the hem just covering her waist, and blue jeans, her bare feet clad in black sandals.
Although Qi Lao Er had already seen Zhao Jianling's photos, seeing her in person now, he felt she possessed a unique, ethereal beauty that photos couldn't capture. Furthermore, the half-body photos couldn't showcase the policewoman's well-proportioned figure or her beautiful feet, but now he could appreciate them all.
The thin summer clothes perfectly accentuated Zhao Jianling's figure. The policewoman's breasts were firm and pointed, her waist slender, and her hips rounded. The hem of her jeans occasionally revealed her slender ankles, her bare feet fair and beautiful, extremely alluring.
But Qi Lao Er couldn't focus on this. He waved his hand and said, "Brothers, the policewoman is here. Quick, drive up, everyone!"
As soon as Qi Lao Er finished speaking, two vans sped off and drove onto the road. Zhao Jianling had already gotten out of the van and was walking towards the coffee shop. Since there was nothing unusual around her, she wasn't as anxious as she had been before. Just as she reached the outdoor coffee table, she heard a whooshing sound behind her and immediately turned around alertly.
The voices were in Chinese: "Grab her!"
More than ten people jumped out of the vans and rushed towards the coffee shop. Although Zhao Jianling had never met Qi Lao Er, she had seen him in photos kept by Fang Debiao's organization, and she immediately recognized him as one of the people from the Nanyang Society who had attacked Fang Debiao. Despite the large number of enemies, the policewoman didn't hesitate to meet them. If she could hold out for a moment and attract Fang Debiao's attention, escaping in such a crowded place would be easy.
However, Zhao Jianling never expected that Qi Lao Er had already seen through her true identity and was now targeting her. The policewoman had barely turned around when she was surrounded by fifteen thugs from the Nanyang Society, excluding Qi Lao Er. Punches and kicks rained down on her from all directions, and even with her superior martial arts skills, she couldn't escape the relentless attack.
Those in the outdoor area and coffee shop, seeing the fight, jumped up in fear and fled, causing chaos. Fang Debiao and Mr. Morris were sitting at a table by the window on the second floor of the coffee shop; they both witnessed the commotion below.
Fang Debiao recognized Qi Lao Er at a glance. He stood up, his face full of anger, and said, "Mr. Morris, what's going on? Is this a trap you set for me in collusion with the Nanyang Society?"
Mr. Morris feigned innocence and said, "Nanyang Society? I don't know anything about them. They just called me late last night and asked me to meet at ten o'clock. I've told you all that."
One of Fang Debiao's two men said, "Boss, it's dangerous here. While Miss Zhao Yuefang is holding off the enemy, let's leave quickly. The truth will come out sooner or later."
Fang Debiao thought this made sense and said, "Mr. Morris, you've never interfered in the struggles between different forces in the past. I hope you'll stick to your usual style this time. Otherwise, I will definitely not let you off in the future."
Then, he immediately went down the stairs of the coffee shop with his two men. He knew that if he went out through the front door, he would be discovered and attacked by Qi Lao Er and his men, so he found a waiter in the coffee shop, asked for directions to the back door, and escaped through the back door.
Seeing the highly skilled policewoman surrounded by thugs, Qi Lao Er remained calm and collected. She used her agility to constantly dodge their attacks, and those who got close were quickly defeated.
Although Qi Lao Er had heard that Zhao Jianling was one of the most elite policewomen in Interpol, exceptionally skilled, and knew from the Nanyang Society that she was indeed formidable, he had underestimated her since she had been captured twice by Wu Lao San and his gang. Now, seeing her, he truly realized she was not easy to deal with.
Fifteen enemies were not a small number, but these men were mediocre in skill, lacking formal combat training and failing to gain much of an advantage in their attacks. Therefore, for the skilled policewoman, this was not particularly daunting. She cautiously dealt with them, gradually gaining the upper hand.
Of the fifteen thugs, only seven or eight could simultaneously get close enough to attack Zhao Jianling. Because of her swift and fierce attacks, the thugs also had to be wary of her counterattacks, giving her considerable room to maneuver. Relying on her agile movements and profound martial arts skills, dodging and parrying these attacks was not difficult.
While dodging and parrying the enemy's attacks, the policewoman also seized every opportunity to counterattack. If the thugs relaxed even slightly, or got too close to her while the attacks from the others weren't fierce enough, they would be knocked to the ground by her fists and feet. However, Zhao Jianling's strength was relatively weak, and her lethality couldn't completely incapacitate the enemy every time.
Seeing the situation, Qi Lao Er knew that Zhao Jianling was weak, so his primary concern was to defend against her attacks. Once knocked down, she would easily be subdued and captured alive by the men. He also knew that the policewoman's stamina was limited, and once exhausted, she would also be captured.
But Zhao Jianling's advantage lay in her high level of martial arts. Although her lethality was insufficient, the thugs, after being knocked down, would take a while to get up and rejoin the fight. With the temporary reduction in manpower, more people would be knocked down. The current situation is that the speed at which everyone rejoins the fight is slightly slower than the speed at which they are being knocked down by the policewoman, so the situation is gradually developing in Zhao Jianling's favor.
The number of people already on the ground has stabilized at five, and Zhao Jianling feels a significant reduction in pressure. Although defeating all fifteen people isn't impossible, considering that Fang Debiao must have noticed the fighting and has likely escaped to safety, she only needs to get away.
Qi Lao Er, of course, also realized this. He knew that any further hesitation would mean losing the chance to capture Zhao Jianling alive, and immediately shouted, "Officer Zhao Jianling, we know your identity completely. Don't put up any more futile resistance, just surrender! Brothers, this is Interpol's most elite policewoman, we must capture her alive!"
When the words "Officer Zhao Jianling" reached the policewoman's ears, she was startled, momentarily losing focus, and her punch missed its mark. At the same time, she was kicked in the buttocks by an enemy from behind, causing her to stagger. Seeing an opportunity, the thugs swarmed forward.
Having lost the initiative, Zhao Jianling quickly regained her composure, but it was too late. Surrounded by the crowd, she focused all her energy on parrying and dodging, unable to spare any strength for retaliation. For a moment, no one else was knocked down, and the previously fallen thugs rose and joined the fray.
The policewoman exerted all her strength to withstand the thugs' frenzied attacks, gradually leveling the situation.
However, during this process, she was punched in the back and abdomen, and the fabric of the left short sleeve of her t-shirt was ripped during the struggle, revealing her fair shoulder and the bra strap. The short hem of her t-shirt billowed up with her violent movements during the fight, revealing her snow-white waist, extremely sexy.
Seeing Zhao Jianling break free from the disadvantage again, Qi Lao Er knew that if things continued like this, she would gain the upper hand again. He seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and personally joined the fierce struggle. Taking advantage of the moment when the policewoman turned to dodge the attacks, he seized a favorable position and launched a punch and a kick.
Zhao Jianling, having just dodged the thugs' attacks with her agile movements, realized she was in a very unfavorable position. Qi Lao Er's attack was swift and accurate, clearly showing he was trained in martial arts. She only managed to parry Qi Lao Er's punch, but she couldn't avoid the kick, which landed heavily on her abdomen.
If the policewoman had managed to reduce the impact of the previous attacks by deflecting the force of the blows, Qi Lao Er's strike was extremely severe. Her body was sent flying off the ground, crashing into a round table.
The impact separated the table legs from the tabletop. Seeing the thugs rushing in, Zhao Jianling threw the tabletop aside and hastily scrambled to her feet. The policewoman looked quite disheveled after the attack; her hair was messy, and the hem of her top had ridden up considerably, exposing a large portion of her waist, which had been barely visible before. Her trousers had also slipped down, and the deformation of her rear as she crawled revealed the top edge of her white underwear from behind.
Several of the leading thugs were momentarily blocked by the table Zhao Jianling had forcefully thrown, preventing them from pinning her to the ground in time. This allowed her to escape by a hair's breadth, but before she could fully regain her footing, she was surrounded by the thugs again, with no chance of escape and her situation no better than before.
Qi Lao Er, having landed a successful blow, knew his prior assessment was entirely correct. His martial arts skills were comparable to Fu Wenqian's, making him the strongest in the Nanyang Society. With his fifteen men joining the attack, they were just one step ahead of Zhao Jianling. It was precisely because of this assessment that he had made this judgment; otherwise, he would have brought another carload of men.
He focused his attention on the battle again, searching for an opportunity to strike. The policewoman had just stood up when she was swarmed by a group of thugs, offering her almost no chance to retaliate. After deflecting this initial attack, she immediately launched a full-scale assault, attempting to use the surrounding tables to escape.
However, after taking down only two, she suddenly felt a sharp gust of wind; instinctively, she knew it was Qi Lao Er's attack. Qi Lao Er was a skilled fighter, and she dared not be careless. She had no choice but to abandon her pursuit, shifting her body to the left to evade his strike.
But despite her quick movement, Qi Lao Er immediately changed his attack, transforming his previous punch into a hook aimed at Zhao Jianling's throat. But Zhao Jianling seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, quickly shifting again to avoid Qi Lao Er's attack once more.
The policewoman knew that if she couldn't defeat Qi Lao Er and only dodged his attacks, she wouldn't have a chance to take down the other thugs and find an opportunity to escape. Therefore, she dodged the attacks of the two thugs in front of her, kicked one enemy to the ground, and then swayed to the left and turned around.
Qi Lao Er pushed off the ground with his left leg, leaping into the air, his right leg flying out, kicking Zhao Jianling's left side before she could fully turn around. The attack was incredibly fast; the policewoman couldn't dodge in time and could only raise her left arm to block. However, the man's strength caused her upper body to stagger slightly to the right and backward, preventing her from launching a quick counterattack. At this moment, Qi Lao Er's men took advantage of this instant to reach her sides and rear.
Zhao Jianling inwardly groaned. She hadn't expected that although she had stopped the Nanyang Society's attack on Fang Debiao, she was now surrounded and outnumbered. If she couldn't escape, she would be captured alive. Even more shocking was that the Nanyang Society had already discovered her identity; if she fell into their clutches, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Although the policewoman was anxious, her rigorous training and years of experience kept her calm under pressure. Qi Lao Er's attacks from the front were extremely fierce. She parried and dodged attacks from all sides, completely on the defensive, but a hasty attack would only lead to a quicker defeat.
After holding out for about a minute, Zhao Jianling felt her breathing becoming increasingly heavy. Although she constantly dodged and parried attacks from all directions, occasionally seizing the few openings to knock down one or two enemies, the overall situation remained unchanged. The policewoman's stamina was rapidly depleting; she felt increasingly powerless and anxious, yet utterly helpless.
As her strength rapidly declined, Zhao Jianling's movements became less agile. This made some attacks harder to dodge; she could only move along the opponent's attack lines to avoid being immediately knocked down. The only attacks she absolutely had to evade were Qi Lao Er's powerful punches and kicks.
The policewoman was relentlessly struck in the back, buttocks, waist, abdomen, and ribs by the thugs from all directions. Even with attempts to deflect the blows, she was still being beaten unsteadily. This was the only way she could continue, and even that was extremely difficult; she was on the verge of being completely defeated.
Zhao Jianling held on for another half minute, feeling a dull ache all over her body. Her ability to retaliate weakened, and in a moment of distraction, Qi Lao Er's sweeping kick struck her in the waist. She let out a scream, her body flying through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Ignoring the pain, the policewoman immediately braced herself with her hands, trying to get up before the thugs could close in, but it was too late. She had barely reached a half-squatting position when two thugs arrived, twisting her delicate arms from either side. Another thug grabbed Zhao Jianling from behind, lifting her up by the waist.
The policewoman, no match for the men's strength and now exhausted, was pinned to a coffee table by three thugs, her bare arms roughly twisted behind her back. Her kicking legs were then grabbed by two other thugs.
Qi Lao Er ordered, "Tie her up quickly!"
Immediately, thugs handed over ropes they had prepared beforehand. The two thugs holding the policewoman's arms used one rope to tightly bind her upper body, while the two holding her legs used another rope to tie her slender ankles. The skilled policewoman was quickly bound and rendered unable to resist.
Seeing that Zhao Jianling was completely subdued, Qi Lao Er said, "Got her, let's go."
The four thugs, each holding Zhao Jianling's arms and legs, lifted her up. They all ran towards the van parked nearby. The policewoman, tightly bound, struggled desperately, but to no avail. Her short t-shirt rode up even higher, revealing more of her jade-like waist, and she was completely unable to escape her captivity.
The van sped away from the XX center. As the two vehicles turned off the road leading into the XX center, several cars passed by, filled with Fang Debiao's men.
(IX) Interrogation of the Poisoner
"Ah..."
Zhao Jianling's voice was very beautiful, but her moans were filled with pain. Her hands were raised above her head, her wrists bound together by ropes hanging from the ceiling.
The policewoman was suspended by these ropes, the hem of her t-shirt riding up sharply, revealing a large section of her snow-white body. Her skin was as smooth as silk, her waist was very slender, her flat and taut abdomen had no excess fat, and her sexy navel was exposed just above the hem of her pants.
The height at which the criminals had hoisted her was just right, forcing her to stand on tiptoe to reach the ground. This made the policewoman's legs, encased in jeans, appear even longer. Her shoes had been removed, and her pair of fair and slender feet, standing on tiptoe, gripped the ground only with her toes, fully displaying the beautiful curves of her feet, breathtakingly sexy.
Zhao Jianling's long, black, lustrous hair was somewhat disheveled, with a few strands falling to her cheeks and clinging to her delicate features, perfectly embodying the poignant beauty unique to female prisoners. The policewoman wore a resolute expression, but it also revealed a hint of shame and anger stemming from her exposed waist.
Two thugs stood on either side of Zhao Jianling, each holding a wooden stick, relentlessly striking her bare abdomen. Hanging on tiptoe, each blow required immense effort to maintain her balance, making the torture more painful for her.
Qi Lao Er sat opposite Zhao Jianling, watching the brutal torture with keen interest. This torture chamber, in terms of size and the number and types of instruments, could not compare to Wu Lao San's, but under the dim light, the eerie atmosphere was no less palatable.
Qi Lao Er gestured for the two thugs to pause, then asked, "Officer Zhao, just tell us the whole police plan honestly. This plan isn't targeting our Nanyang Society. Don't forget, you're not some high-ranking officer anymore, you're our prisoner. Continuing like this won't do you any good."
Zhao Jianling said, "I've already said, there's no special plan. Since you already know my identity, you know everything you need to know. It's just an undercover agent, what else do you need to ask?"
Qi Lao Er shook his head and said, "Beat her!"
The sounds of "smack" and "smack" rang out as the wooden sticks in the thugs' hands struck the officer's flat, taut abdomen one after another. She groaned in pain, her jade-like waist trembling with each blow, but she gripped the ground firmly with her neat toes, and despite being beaten, she never lost her balance.
"Ah...uh..."
The torture had been going on for over half an hour. Qi Lao Er and the other thugs in the torture chamber were already used to Zhao Jianling's helpless resistance, and they were all enjoying the scene, constantly emitting lewd laughter that filled the air.
The two thugs who were currently administering the torture were also completely infected by this atmosphere. Thinking that the young woman captured alive was one of the most elite female police officers in Interpol, their minds were filled with the thrill of conquest, and their movements with the wooden stick became increasingly excited.
Zhao Jianling felt both ashamed and indignant, and regretful. She never expected that this task would be so difficult and dangerous. This was the third time that the elite female police officer had been captured alive by the Nanyang Society. Unlike the previous two times, this time the thugs knew her true identity. Of course, she knew that the methods the thugs used to deal with an ordinary female prisoner were completely incomparable to the methods used to deal with a female police officer.
While enjoying the scene of the policewoman being tortured, Qi Lao Er slowly said, "Officer Zhao, you'd better behave yourself. If it were just a regular undercover mission, why would we need an elite female officer like you from Interpol?"
Suffering severe torture from the thugs, Zhao Jianling groaned and spoke intermittently, "Uh... Fang Debiao's organization... ah... isn't it the most powerful gang in S City... ah..."
Qi Lao Er sneered, "Although Fang Debiao's organization seems powerful, it's actually all bark and no bite. As the saying goes, 'the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.' Fang Debiao's reputation is big, so the police know a lot about him. If the police wanted to wipe them out, they could just take action directly. Why would they need you as an undercover agent?"
The policewoman turned her face to the side and lower down, no longer looking directly at Qi Lao Er, only groaning in pain under the torture of the two men on either side. Impatient, Qi Lao Er stood up and walked forward. The two thugs on either side immediately stopped the torture and took a step back.
The man walked up to Zhao Jianling, lifted her chin, and turned her delicate face towards him. He said, "Miss Zhao Jianling, one of the most elite female police officers in Interpol, the head of the southeastern coastal office in Country C, is renowned throughout Southeast Asia. A few months ago, you were kidnapped by a Southeast Asian gang and taken to Country V, where you were imprisoned and brutally violated before being rescued. Since then, you've been recuperating in Country U. Am I right?"
Although the policewoman was in excruciating pain in her lower back and abdomen from the beating, she had recovered after a few moments of catching her breath. She agreed with what Qi Lao Er said and simply gave a cold snort.
Qi Lao Er continued, “However, the head of the Interpol stationed in the southeastern coast of Country C was kidnapped by the enemy and taken to Country V, and today I captured him alive. It's clear that even the most elite female police officer in Interpol is nothing special. How about it? You don't have to tell me, but I have plenty of ways to deal with female police officers. Do you want to try?”
Zhao Jianling cursed, “Beast! You won't know anything.”
Qi Lao Er sneered, extended his right foot, clad in a leather shoe, and stepped forward, stomping on the female police officer's toes that were gripping the ground.
“Ah…ah…”
Zhao Jianling let out another painful groan, even more piercing than when she was tortured earlier, her delicate face contorted. Qi Lao Er spun his shoe from side to side, causing the elite female police officer's groans to rise higher and higher, creating an incredibly shocking auditory effect.
“Ugh…”
When Qi Lao Er lifted his foot, the tortured female police officer let out a long breath, lowered her head, and began to breathe heavily. Qi Lao Er's hand, which had been supporting Zhao Jianling's face, moved upwards, his fingers sliding down her bound wrists along her snow-white arms.
"Officer Zhao, your skin is really nice, so smooth and delicate." As he spoke, his fingers moved past the policewoman's undershirt and landed on her exposed, slender waist. "Your body is also very white."
Zhao Jianling felt both ashamed and angry, her body involuntarily trembling slightly. Because the tremor was so small, the other thugs didn't notice, but Qi Lao Er, whose fingers were directly touching her body, did.
He continued, “Officer Zhao, it turns out you’re quite chaste. I heard that after you were captured and taken to V country, you were raped every day. I also heard that the Southeast Asian underworld held a rape convention, using strong aphrodisiacs to make you scream and moan. It’s said that it was even filmed, but I don’t know why it hasn’t been sold lately. I didn’t expect that after being played with by men so many times, you’re still so shy.”
Zhao Jianling said, “You…”
It turned out that although the policewoman was intelligent and open-minded, she was still traditional and conservative in terms of sex. Although she was beautiful and had a sexy figure, she was never frivolous or flaunting, and even her boyfriend couldn’t take off her clothes or touch her body. Unexpectedly, because of the nature of her work, the policewoman was captured by criminals many times, and almost every time she was stripped naked, tied up with ropes, and rendered unable to resist, and then raped.
She had been raped more times than a prostitute had ever been with a client. If it weren't for her cheerful and optimistic nature, and her habit of burying these painful experiences deep inside, she would have long since suffered a mental breakdown. Now, touched on her sore spot by Qi Lao Er, she was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Qi Lao Er said, "That's fine too. Looking at your pure temperament and chaste personality, you're just like a virgin. I can hardly believe you've been through all that. Men like women with this kind of temperament and personality; they find it more exciting to play with them. Everyone has been lusting after your body for a long time. Since you won't confess, we'll just have to let you show some of it so we can feast our eyes."
"Stop!"
Amid Zhao Jianling's protest, Qi Lao Er grabbed the round neck of her top, and with a swift movement, the thin undershirt was torn in two, and then the tattered undershirt was ripped off her body. The policewoman was topless, only wearing a half-length vest-style bra, revealing her beautiful curves, snow-white, rounded shoulders, and flat stomach to the men. Her bra was rather loose, not fully concealing her firm breasts, exposing her slightly sunken cleavage and bulging pectoral muscles. Although her bra was white, it made her exposed skin appear less dark, still as white as snow.
All the men in the torture chamber stared unabashedly at the policewoman's alabaster-like naked body. Being stripped naked in front of so many thugs, coupled with Qi Lao Er's earlier words, caused Zhao Jianling to clench her teeth. Due to extreme shame, her naked body trembled violently.
Qi Lao Er glanced at his watch and lewdly said, "Officer Zhao, your figure is indeed stunning. It's only right to strip you naked like this for a proper appreciation. Unfortunately, I have some business to attend to now and can't keep you company. But we have plenty of time, and I hope you'll consider it carefully. Stripping your shirt this time was just a warning; I'm giving you a chance to think it over yourself
. See you tomorrow." He waved his hand and said, "Men, take Officer Zhao away and lock her up
. You can't touch her without my permission. Oh, and find a woman to take care of her bodily functions." The door opened, and two thugs with lewd smiles walked in. They were carrying lunchboxes and utensils, clearly bringing food. At the men's signal, the woman who had been guarding the room left, and their gazes turned to the female officer imprisoned in the cell.
At this moment, the most elite female officer of Interpol, who had been captured, was tied to a pillar in the center of the cell.
Since the morning's interrogation, Zhao Jianling had been imprisoned in this cell, only allowed to leave temporarily when she needed to use the toilet, escorted by the woman guarding her.
The policewoman was still half-naked. Her arms were bound behind her back, ropes securing her naked upper body firmly to a pillar. Her bare feet were also bound, rendering her completely immobile. Her loose bra was disheveled, revealing her half-exposed breasts, making her appear extremely sexy.
Due to extreme exhaustion, Zhao Jianling's beautiful face leaned against the pillar behind her, her eyes closed, her pert breasts rising and falling with her even breathing beneath her bra, clearly indicating she was asleep. The men stepped forward, one of them grabbing her loose hair, pulling her face up, and slapping her repeatedly with his other hand.
"Ugh..."
Zhao Jianling let out a weak groan, her tightly closed eyes slowly opening, seeing the two thugs standing beside her.
Seeing the policewoman wake up, the thug who had been slapping her stopped and said, "Officer, you're awake? We've brought you food."
Zhao Jianling looked up at the wall clock and saw that the hour hand was pointing to six. Since being captured by the thugs, she hadn't eaten anything. Adding to that, she had gone to teach martial arts that morning, then immediately went to the XX center, where she was captured in a fight with the Nanyang gang. Her last meal was the night before. She was extremely hungry.
One thug held a lunchbox, the other utensils, and they fed Zhao Jianling. Knowing that she needed to conserve her strength to fight the thugs, Zhao Jianling didn't resist and ate bite by bite.
Each thug only needed one hand to feed her, leaving the other free. At this moment, the bound policewoman's upper body was naked, her flawless white skin igniting a burning lust in the two men. Ignoring Qi Lao Er's earlier order not to touch Zhao Jianling, they began to grope her body wantonly.
One thug wrapped his arm around her slender waist, relentlessly fondling her perfectly toned abdomen and navel, while the other embraced her shoulders from behind a pillar, his fingers tracing the silky smooth skin of her neck.
As an elite policewoman, being naked and bound, being played with by these thugs, Zhao Jianling felt extreme shame, but she was powerless to resist. To conserve her strength, she had to eat the food her two abusers fed her.
The two thugs felt Zhao Jianling's body tremble slightly with shame, and the thought of humiliating Interpol's most elite policewoman fueled their intense lust. They dared not tear Zhao Jianling's bra only because of Qi Lao Er's orders.
But seeing this highly skilled policewoman bound and completely unable to resist, left only to be violated, her bra loose, the thugs standing beside her could clearly see the upper edge of her snow-white, translucent cleavage and large expanses of her exposed, bulging breast skin, and wicked thoughts arose in their hearts.
One of the thugs, who had been using a chopstick to serve food, picked up a piece of meat and brought it to Zhao Jianling's mouth, but suddenly flicked his finger, and the piece of meat fell down, running along the cleavage into her bra. The man chuckled lewdly, and used his chopsticks to lift the front of her bra.
Zhao Jianling's bra was loose, and the piece of meat had already slipped through and fallen to the ground, but the thugs' action was undoubtedly an attempt to take the opportunity to see her breasts. The thug's gaze swept downwards, and as the front of her bra was pulled open, the policewoman's ample breasts were gradually revealed, the tips almost within sight.
"Pah!"
Zhao Jianling, already humiliated and indignant from the two thugs' harassment, could no longer contain herself upon seeing the man's actions. She spat out a mouthful of saliva with all her might. Although her hands and feet were bound, she was still skilled in combat; the spit was swift and accurate, striking the thug squarely in the right eye.
The thug felt a sharp pain in his right eye, his tears mingling with Zhao Jianling's saliva, blurring his vision. Enraged, he wiped his right eye with his left hand, threw aside his chopsticks, clenched his fist, and punched the policewoman in the soft abdomen.
Bound and unable to resist or dodge, the punch sent her sprawling in pain, but her upper body was secured to the pillar with ropes, preventing her from bending forward. She could only let out a low, painful groan.
"You filthy cop, you're asking for it!"
The man, still enraged, slapped Zhao Jianling's delicate face to the side, then used both hands to pull apart the straps of her bra.
"Ah..."
the policewoman groaned in shame. The bra straps had been pulled up to her arms, exposing her firm, delicate breasts to the air, the pale areolas and pink nipples clearly visible to the two men.
The man lewdly chuckled, "The chaste policewoman has finally shown her nipples!"
Although Zhao Jianling knew she would likely be violated by the thugs the moment she was captured, she was still speechless with rage as she was forced to expose her chest. One of the thugs grabbed the policewoman's snow-white breasts with his right hand and began kneading them, while his left hand forcefully pinched her small nipple.
"Ah..."
Zhao Jianling's groan was not only from shame but also from the sharp pain that shot through her chest from the thugs' actions. The policewoman struggled under the thugs' cruel clutches, but could not escape.
Another thug couldn't help but remind her, "Brother, stop. It'll be troublesome if Second Brother finds out."
The enraged thug finally calmed down, reluctantly withdrawing his hand from the policewoman's soft, elastic breasts. Thinking of Qi Lao Er's sternness and ruthlessness, he pulled Zhao Jianling's bra straps back into place, covering her breasts.
The man said resentfully, "Officer Zhao, you're lucky this time. Let's go!"
At this point, only a small portion of the food in the lunchbox had been fed, but the two thugs were clearly too disheartened by the earlier incident to continue. Disappointed, they walked towards the door, leaving the policewoman, still half-naked and tied to the pillar.
When the woman responsible for guarding Zhao Jianling entered, the two male thugs slammed the door shut with a loud bang. The policewoman still felt hungry, unsure whether to feel fortunate or sorrowful about her experience.
Early the next morning, Qi Lao Er went straight to the interrogation room as soon as he got up. He was only wearing a vest and shorts, nothing else. He felt there was no need to wear anything more. As things progressed, perhaps wearing less would be more convenient.
He knew, of course, that Zhao Jianling, one of Interpol's most elite female officers, was not an easy person to deal with. Getting the information he wanted through interrogating this resolute policewoman would not be easy.
However, he had confirmed one crucial point: Zhao Jianling was indeed a chaste woman. A chaste policewoman captured alive by thugs, bound and rendered incapable of resistance, stripped of her clothes, and subjected to humiliation naked—even for someone as disciplined as Zhao Jianling, this would be incredibly difficult to endure.
Even so, it wouldn't be enough to completely subdue Zhao Jianling, but Qi Lao Er's goal was simply to find out the police's plan. After all, the police were targeting Fang Debiao, and so was he; from this perspective, there was no contradiction. He believed that with a combination of persuasion and pressure, explaining the pros and cons, the policewoman might still reveal some information that wouldn't harm the overall situation in order to preserve her innocence.
Qi Lao Er had given Zhao Jianling a whole night to consider, and just minutes ago, his subordinates reported that half an hour of interrogation and torture had been futile. Qi Lao Er knew it was time for him to step in.
If she remained obstinate, his attire would facilitate the subsequent operation. The thought of having Interpol's most elite female officer moaning beneath him filled Qi Lao Er with immense excitement.
Although he understood the police's true objective—to crush Fang Debiao in one fell swoop—he had plenty of means and time. Even if Zhao Jianling didn't confess this time, as long as she was imprisoned and disciplined, even the strongest female officer would eventually break down under the ravages of the criminals.
Qi Lao Er pushed open the door to the torture chamber; his men had already prepared the scene. In the center of the chamber was a large bed. Zhao Jianling, Interpol's most elite female officer and head of the southeastern coastal office of Country C, was now naked from the waist up, bound to the bed with ropes.
The young officer's arms and legs were spread wide, her snow-white wrists and slender ankles bound with ropes, rendering her, despite her high level of martial arts skills, almost completely incapable of resistance. The policewoman was still wearing suit trousers, and her upper body was only covered by a loose half-sleeved vest, exposing various parts of her body that aroused men. Her half-naked breasts created a visually striking effect of extreme sensuality amidst her pristine beauty.
Seven or eight thugs stood in the room; they were the same men who had interrogated and tortured Zhao Jianling not long ago without any results. At this moment, their lewd gazes were brazenly fixed on Zhao Jianling's naked, snow-white upper body and beautiful feet, but without Qi Lao Er's order, even though they were filled with lust, they dared not make a move.
Although the policewoman's body was exposed to the men's gaze, she seemed to have become accustomed to the humiliation of being naked since her capture the day before. Her delicate face only showed a resolute expression, without the shame that had appeared during her humiliation the day before. Only the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth indicated that the previous torture had not been pleasant.
Seeing Qi Lao Er enter the torture chamber, one of the thugs reported, "Second Brother, we've been torturing Officer Zhao for half an hour, but she just won't confess."
Qi Lao Er nodded and said, "Officer Zhao, I didn't expect that after a whole night, you still haven't changed your mind. It seems that Interpol's most elite female officer is quite confident in her ability to endure torture." Zhao Jianling
sneered, "You don't need to waste your time. If you want to chop or kill, then do it."
Qi Lao Er leered, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said, "A young female officer like Officer Zhao, with her delicate features and outstanding skills, should be treated well. Why would we chop or kill her?"
As he spoke, Qi Lao Er had already grabbed the female officer's slender, jade-like ankle with one hand, and touched her beautiful sole with the other, beginning to caress it. The female officer's jade feet were as white as snow, with beautiful curves, attracting the attention of many men when she wore sandals barefoot in the summer. Qi Lao Er had long wanted to play with Zhao Jianling's bare feet, but only now did he have the opportunity.
As he played with her feet, he said, "Officer Zhao, your bare feet are not only pleasing to the eye, but they also feel so soft and smooth. It feels so good."
Having been interrogated naked for a long time by the thugs, and then subjected to forced exposure and humiliation by two men who delivered her food the previous night, the policewoman had gradually become accustomed to suppressing the shame of men staring at her naked body. But now, with Qi Lao Er playing with her bare feet and using obscene words, a mixture of anger and shame appeared on her face.
Qi Lao Er said, "Officer Zhao, I've heard you're known as the 'Jade Maiden' among female detectives. Although I don't know how many times you've been raped, I believe that if I wanted to, I could turn you, the 'Jade Maiden' among policewomen, into a slut, and I can prove it to the whole world. Do you believe me or not?"
Zhao Jianling tried her best to maintain a calm expression, but the rage in her heart still made her brows furrow slightly. She coldly said, "You despicable beasts! No matter what methods you use, don't even think that I will submit."
Qi Lao Er laughed lewdly. He released Zhao Jianling's feet and placed his hand on her flat stomach. He inserted his right hand between the policewoman's back and the bed, and casually traced the fingers of his left hand across the policewoman's fair and smooth body from under her.
Zhao Jianling's upper body had been stripped naked by Qi Lao Er, but he hadn't had a chance to touch her body since.
Thinking that his men must have taken advantage of the captured policewoman's vulnerability during her transport and interrogation, his grip tightened. His hands roamed over her naked body, kneading every inch of exposed skin.
Meanwhile, Qi Lao Er said, "Officer Zhao, I didn't expect you to care so much about Interpol's dignity. What's the big deal about telling me the police's plan? You're dealing with Fang Debiao, not me."
"I'm Fang Debiao's nemesis, maybe I can help you out."
Zhao Jianling endured the humiliation from the thugs, constantly thinking of a countermeasure. On the one hand, as an elite of Interpol, she should not yield to the thugs no matter what methods they used. On the other hand, her mission this time was very special. Once she revealed it, given the ambition of the Nanyang Association leader, he would definitely take immediate action to crush Fang Debiao and at the same time use his ever-expanding power to negotiate with Fang Debiao's backers, which could potentially form an even more terrifying and difficult-to-deal-with alliance.
So she replied, "I've said it before, my mission is to go undercover and investigate Fang Debiao's crimes, nothing more."
Qi Lao Er sneered, and the hand that had been playing with the policewoman's navel instantly unbuckled her belt and loosened her waistband. Then, he took a knife handed to him by his subordinate, cut the leg of Zhao Jianling's trousers, and ripped the trousers off her legs.
"Officer Zhao, I told you yesterday, don't try to fool me with such simple words." "Unless you give me a satisfactory answer, I won't believe you! This is the consequence of your dishonesty."
After her trousers were removed, the policewoman's body was almost completely naked. Although her narrow underwear covered her most intimate parts, her two slender legs were exposed to everyone's eyes. Her thighs had soft curves, a beautiful arc drawing from the knees down to the calves, ending at her slender ankles. The skin on her legs was as translucent as snow, just like her upper body.
Qi Lao Er continued, "Officer Zhao, I have no interest in listening to your nonsense. Your fate is still in your own hands. As long as you honestly tell me what I want to know, I can still guarantee not to take advantage of you. You should weigh it carefully." His
hands gripped the policewoman's soft thighs, kneading them forcefully, leaving faint finger marks on her supple skin. Because Zhao Jianling often wore short skirts and shorts in the heat, exposing her thighs, and during the struggle with the thugs, skin contact was inevitable; her thighs had been touched by men before. Therefore, the policewoman was now completely calm. Qi Lao Er had only
been playing with Zhao Jianling's legs to give her another chance, but he hadn't expected the policewoman to be completely unmoved, her expression far calmer than when he had initially violated her. His anger and lust rose simultaneously. Zhao Jianling
knew that if this continued, Qi Lao Er would not let her go sooner or later. But there was no other way. Once she revealed the police's plan, the Nanyang Gang would likely quickly target Fang Debiao, making it difficult to uncover Fang Debiao's backers, and her mission would naturally end in failure. The reorganization of the underworld would be even more detrimental to the police. Seeing that the
young policewoman showed no sign of yielding, Qi Lao Er angrily said, "Very well." "Officer Zhao, since you're so stubborn, then let's get serious."
He waved his hand, and one of his men walked to a table, picked up a syringe, and drew the medicine from three vials into the syringe. The syringe was then handed to Qi Lao Er. Fear flashed in the beautiful eyes of the captured policewoman. Her bound body twisted and struggled, but as the needle drew closer to her arm, she was powerless to escape her impending doom.
"Stop!" "No…"
Her rounded shoulders were pressed down hard, and the syringe plunged into her snow-white arm. With Qi Lao Er's thumb pushing forward, the colorless liquid gradually seeped into the female prisoner's body. Even an elite policewoman like Zhao Jianling was filled with fear, and she cried out.
The syringe, which had been full, was quickly filled with liquid. Qi Lao Er pulled out the syringe, leering at the bound policewoman. Seeing the man's expression, a look of panic appeared on Zhao Jianling's delicate face.
She was, of course, guessing what the liquid was; one possibility was drugs. Fang Debiao's gang and the Nanyang Society both… In drug trafficking, most people become completely enslaved to drugs after becoming addicted. This is undoubtedly a very effective method. She knew of a once-excellent policewoman who, after unfortunately failing to capture the criminals, was injected with drugs and ultimately lost all dignity. Fortunately, she found an opportunity to commit suicide, thus escaping the fate of becoming a slave.
But although drugs are terrible, Zhao Jianling held hope for her own willpower and perseverance. Recalling Qi Lao Er's previous words and actions, what she feared was another possibility. Just thinking about her tragic experience in V country made her waver.
Qi Lao Er waved to his subordinates and said, "That's enough, we'll come back in a while. Put Officer Zhao down and give her some room to move around." The thugs
rushed forward to untie the ropes binding Zhao Jianling's hands and feet.
The policewoman struggled, trying to find a way to escape, but the thugs knew her strength and had already firmly held her wrists and ankles. The men's strength far surpassed Zhao Jianling's, making the highly skilled policewoman unable to resist.
The men flipped Zhao Jianling over, placing her face down on the bed. Some of the thugs held down her bare shoulders, waist, thighs, and ankles, while the rest forcibly restrained her arms. Xing was twisted behind her back, and a rope was wrapped around her neck, over her shoulder, and under her armpits, binding her tightly.
Only after she was bound did the thugs release her. Although Qi Lao Er's orders were to give her some room to move, the policewoman's martial arts skills were too strong; allowing her legs some movement was enough, but binding her upper body was still necessary. Afterward, the thugs followed Qi Lao Er out of the torture chamber.
Qi Lao Er's last words were: "Officer Zhao, now you can have a few minutes to rest. See you later!"
(X) The aphrodisiac subdued the maiden.
"Uh...ah...uh...ah..."
When Qi Lao Er entered the torture chamber again, Zhao Jianling was no longer on the bed. The elite policewoman lay on the floor, her naked body writhing and twisting, her beautiful legs rubbing together, her slender feet arched. She emitted muffled, lewd moans, clearly on the verge of collapse.
Zhao Jianling wasn't wrong; Qi Lao Er hadn't injected her with drugs, but with a potent aphrodisiac. The moment the thugs left the torture chamber, she felt an unbearable itching in her lower body, a surge of heat within her, and her breathing became rapid.
Although the young policewoman had been captured and humiliated many times before, initially, the aphrodisiac could only overwhelm her body, producing a certain physiological reaction, but not arousing her sexual desire. However, in a terrifying experience, a gangster who studied aphrodisiacs... She was injected with a newly formulated, most potent aphrodisiac, causing her to completely break down mentally and experience sexual desire and orgasm.
Later, she fell into their clutches several more times, being injected with the aphrodisiac twice during her humiliation. Although the drug's potency couldn't compare to the one used during her rape, the complete breakdown she had experienced greatly reduced her resistance to aphrodisiacs, allowing her to experience orgasm again.
Now, although the policewoman still maintained her chastity and purity, and although she could resist the men's humiliation and abuse with her unwavering will and tenacity without experiencing any sexual desire, her body's sensitivity to aphrodisiacs was no longer what it used to be.
The drug quickly took effect; the bound policewoman writhed her naked body, releasing her ever-increasing desire. Waves of pleasure assaulted her mind; she rolled off the bed onto the floor, only able to relieve the intense itching in her genitals by rubbing her legs together.
At this moment, Qi Lao Er could see that the crotch of the policewoman's underwear was soaked with the flowing vaginal fluid, becoming semi-transparent, revealing a sparse patch of black at the genitals. Her once resolute expression on her delicate face now carried a hint of humiliation.
Qi Lao Er said, "Officer Zhao, you should know what I injected you with! I know you're chaste and hard to deal with, so I specially mixed three kinds of drugs together. How does it feel to be in heat? How long can you last?"
Zhao Jianling groaned, "Uh...you...you actually used this...uh...this despicable method!
Uh...ah..."
Qi Lao Er leered, "Officer Zhao, there are four cameras installed in this torture chamber, and they've always been on.
Although some nude scenes of your interrogation were filmed earlier, they're not the most exciting. But the real show is about to begin. Since you value the dignity of a criminal police officer so much, I want to see just how much dignity the most elite female officer of Interpol really has!"
Zhao Jianling was furious and cursed, "You beast! I'll fight you to the death!"
With that, Zhao Jianling used her unwavering willpower to suppress the torment of desire within her body, concentrated her energy, pushed off the ground with her bare feet, and used the strength of her waist and abdomen to straighten her body and get up from the ground. Qi Lao Er was taken aback, not expecting that the naked, bound, and nearly broken policewoman would still be able to stand.
Although Zhao Jianling was nearly driven to collapse by the aphrodisiac, she was now using her last remaining strength for a final desperate act; her superior martial arts skills made her formidable. In the instant Qi Lao Er was surprised, the policewoman's left leg shot up, aimed straight for his chest, the movement swift and fierce.
Qi Lao Er only saw a beautifully curved leg flash past his eyes, a slender, bare foot aimed directly at his chest. He quickly retreated, simultaneously raising his hand to block. Unexpectedly, just as he managed to deflect Zhao Jianling's left leg, her right leg rose again, attacking directly. The policewoman's two exquisitely beautiful, naked legs had become deadly weapons, unleashing a series of kicks that chilled Qi Lao Er to the bone.
Although the policewoman was highly skilled in martial arts, her upper body was bound tightly, her arms unable to strike or maintain balance, and her bare feet were insufficient to inflict effective damage. Furthermore, she was under the influence of an aphrodisiac. In her current state, Zhao Jianling was not in a position to gain the upper hand against a formidable opponent like Qi Lao Er.
However, Qi Lao Er, caught off guard, never expected that even a kick from the policewoman's bare feet wouldn't cause serious injury. This turned into a direct confrontation with Zhao Jianling's superb legwork, leaving him in a chaotic and disorganized situation.
Qi Lao Er parried four consecutive kicks from the policewoman, retreating three steps. Just as he regained his footing after the fifth kick failed to land, he was suddenly struck hard in the abdomen. Zhao Jianling knew perfectly well that she couldn't possibly injure him barefoot; her previous blows were just feints. As soon as she landed, she slammed her right knee into Qi Lao Er's abdomen, causing the man to scream in pain and collapse to the ground.
Zhao Jianling wanted to take a step forward; if she could just press her knee down on Qi Lao Er's throat, she could kill this leader of the Nanyang Gang. If the gang was leaderless, she would have a chance to escape. However, as soon as she took a step, her legs went weak. Because she had focused all her energy on defeating Qi Lao Er, she hadn't suppressed the effects of the aphrodisiac in her body. Now, the intense itching in her genitals, the heat within her, and her desire all surged out of control.
"Uh… ah… uh…"
The naked policewoman then collapsed to the ground, rubbing her legs violently, trying to control this terrifying sensation, but she had no idea what to do. She groaned, kicking her legs, releasing wave after wave of desire and pleasure surging into her mind, fighting off the greatest enemy within her body, completely oblivious to Qi Lao Er lying on the side.
Only a few minutes had passed, but it felt like hours; her condition showed no improvement.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her head as someone grabbed her hair. Qi Lao Er, who had been clutching his stomach in pain, had now recovered.
He grabbed the policewoman's hair with one hand and her slender waist with the other, lifting her up and slamming her against the wall. Her jade-like naked body slammed against the wall before falling to the ground. Qi Lao Er, leering, stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Jianling's hair again, lifted her up, and punched her hard in the stomach.
In fact, even with her upper body bound and feet bare, the policewoman's martial arts skills wouldn't leave her completely defenseless. However, the aphrodisiac had fully taken effect, forcing her to concentrate all her energy on suppressing her lust, leaving her utterly unable to defend herself against Qi Lao Er's attacks.
Zhao Jianling's delicate face contorted as she bent over. Qi Lao Er loosened his grip on her hair, and she knelt on the ground. With her upper body leaning forward almost horizontally, the loose front of her bra fell limply, revealing her snow-white breasts and small nipples clearly from the front.
Qi Lao Er kicked her body, and Zhao Jianling groaned indistinctly, twisting her body and crawling forward, resisting the aphrodisiac's effects while trying to escape Qi Lao Er's pursuit. The policewoman's underwear was very narrow, revealing her white buttocks. Qi Lao Er followed behind her, admiring her swaying, rounded hips.
He teased, "Officer Zhao, your legwork was really impressive. Why aren't you fighting back now?
Where has your superior martial arts gone? Is the most elite female officer in Interpol just crawling on the ground like a bitch?"
"Ah...uh...ah..."
Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Zhao Jianling could only groan in the face of Qi Lao Er's humiliation, powerless to mount a fierce counterattack. Soon, she reached the corner of the wall, with nowhere left to go. Qi Lao Er crouched down, grabbed the officer's slender ankles, and dragged her legs backward until she reached the bed.
He grabbed Zhao Jianling's hair again, and with his other hand, lifted her left ankle, pressing her face down onto the bed. Then he climbed onto the bed, straddled her hips, grabbed the officer's bra, and ripped it open. With a tearing sound, Zhao Jianling's bra was ripped open from behind, the straps snapping off immediately. The policewoman's last covering was removed.
Qi Lao Er grabbed Zhao Jianling's delicate shoulders, turning her over so that her pair of firm, jade-like breasts were fully exposed to his gaze. Due to the effects of the aphrodisiac, her two red nipples stood erect and extremely alluring. Qi Lao Er pressed the policewoman down, grabbing her delicate left breast with both hands and biting down on her nipple.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
The intense stimulation from her sensitive breast caused the policewoman's already near-collapsed defenses to crumble instantly. Her naked body trembled violently, and the lewdness in her moans became increasingly apparent. Qi Lao Er pressed his head against her breast, continuously sucking on her nipple, making her moans louder and louder. His hands then left her breasts and moved to her waist, tearing off her remaining underwear.
Zhao Jianling's eyes were tightly closed, her face filled with humiliation. The insteps of her feet and legs were stretched into a straight line, and her hands, bound behind her back, were clenched into fists, gripping the sheets tightly. The pleasure from her nipples and lower body kept assaulting her nerves, but it only made her feel as if she were in hell.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her unbearably itchy genitals. Qi Lao Er had inserted his fingers into her vagina and was digging inside. Although unwilling, the policewoman could only helplessly twist her hips and waist, cooperating with Qi Lao Er's movements. The itching gradually subsided, but her body remained hot, and the pleasure showed no signs of abating.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."
After about a minute, Qi Lao Er released his grip on the policewoman's left nipple, raising his head slightly. He saw that her delicate, white breast was covered with his teeth marks and saliva, which excited him even more. He then lowered his head again, biting Zhao Jianling's right nipple and beginning to suckle.
"Ah..."
This final blow shattered all the policewoman's resistance. Just as she felt the stimulation from her left breast subside, another intense stimulation came from her right breast. Her last line of defense had just weakened when she was completely overwhelmed by a new wave of impact. Zhao Jianling let out a long and shrill groan, the pain, shame, and lewdness almost evenly distributed within it. Her delicate face swayed wildly from side to side, her long, glossy black hair billowing in the wind.
Qi Lao Er also noticed Zhao Jianling's breakdown. After sucking on her breasts for a while, he straightened up, pulled down his shorts, and thrust his already erect penis into Zhao Jianling's vagina, beginning a rhythmic thrusting motion. At the same time, his hands grabbed the policewoman's flawless breasts, kneading them forcefully.
While raping the elite policewoman, Qi Lao Er lewdly said, "Officer Zhao, are you feeling pain or pleasure now? You'll get used to it eventually."
"Ugh... ah... uh... ah... ah..."
At this moment, the policewoman had completely broken down. She let out loud groans of pain, shame, and lewdness, her bound naked body completely out of control, twisting and turning in rhythm with the man's thrusts. But Zhao Jianling's mind remained clear. She could hear her own distorted moans and hear what Qi Lao Er was saying. She was aware of the fact that she was being raped while bound and unable to resist, and she could feel the dual impact of pain and pleasure emanating from her lower body and breasts without missing a beat.
This predicament was completely overwhelming. As an elite policewoman, the ropes binding her tightly and the aphrodisiac she couldn't resist with all her might had stripped her of all ability to resist, allowing the perpetrator to vent his rapeous desires on her beautiful naked body.
She couldn't stop the perpetrator from raping her, nor could she stop the sexual desire within her body from being further aroused by the man's rape. Her orgasms were built amidst the constant pain and pleasure. Her body and mind were being completely conquered by the drug and violence.
Although Qi Lao Er didn't know how many times Zhao Jianling had been raped, he knew he wasn't the first person to conquer her. But the policewoman's vagina showed no sign of loosening; it had been tightly gripped ever since his penis entered her. Coupled with her pure and innocent aura, this gave him the feeling that he was breaking Zhao Jianling's virginity.
Qi Lao Er, enjoying the pleasure of conquering Zhao Jianling, lewdly chuckled, "Officer Zhao, you're truly the ideal example of someone to be raped!"
Qi Lao Er had raped many women before, but none had ever given him such ecstasy as Zhao Jianling.
Her figure was perfect; her breasts were soft and elastic, her skin was fair and smooth, and her temperament was refined and elegant. At the same time, she was a highly skilled and high-ranking policewoman; raping a powerful woman often brought a man double the pleasure and satisfaction.
"Ah... um... uh... ah..."
Under the repeated thrusts of Qi Lao Er's penis, the policewoman's snow-white body rippled like ocean waves, emitting wave after wave of moans. Judging solely by her naked body, one might mistake her for a wanton woman. Her moans, however, reveal a lingering shame beneath the lewdness. Her expression, filled with humiliation and pain, reveals she is not a wanton woman at all; her arousal is entirely against her will, induced by drugs.
"Mmm...ah...ah...uh..."
The thug's thrusts grew larger and faster; he knew the crucial moment was approaching. With a satisfied sigh from Qi Lao Er, a stream of semen shot into Zhao Jianling's body, bringing the policewoman to the peak of orgasm, utterly collapsing under the thug's rape.
Qi Lao Er withdrew his penis from the policewoman's body, removing his hands from her breasts. He remained seated on Zhao Jianling, resting to recover his strength, still immersed in the memory of raping her.
From the moment of her orgasm, Zhao Jianling stopped moaning; her sexual desire had been fully released, making her feel less uncomfortable. The policewoman, still naked from the recent rape, was covered in sweat. A torrent of semen and vaginal fluid gushed from her genitals, flowing down her inner thighs. Her delicate breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, bearing faint blue finger marks, yet still retaining their firm shape.
Admiring the policewoman's alabaster-like naked body, after resting for two minutes, Qi Lao Er again turned her over, placing her face down on the bed. Although the drug's effects were less intense after the intense orgasm, the thug, seated on Zhao Jianling's lap, was still unable to resist from outside the range of her legs.
The thug's hands rested on the policewoman's rounded buttocks, spreading her gluteal muscles to expose her anus. Zhao Jianling had already guessed the man's intentions; despite her superb martial arts skills, she was utterly powerless to resist, her naked buttocks trembling with shame.
Qi Lao Er leered, "Officer Zhao, that was really enjoyable! Now I'm going to try a different hole. I hope your asshole won't disappoint me, just like your vagina."
Zhao Jianling cursed, "You beast! You'll die a horrible death! Ah..."
With a piercing groan from the policewoman, the thug's penis was inserted into her anus. At the same time, the man's hands reached around from behind her and grabbed her exquisite breasts. Thus, Qi Lao Er began a new round of ravaging.
At this moment, Zhao Jianling had temporarily suppressed her lust. The only trace of pleasure was mixed with the stimulation caused by the man's kneading of her breasts, while the violent thrusting of the man's penis into her anus brought only intense pain. She groaned loudly, but there was no longer any lewdness in her moans; they were entirely caused by pain and shame.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
Because her two perky breasts were grabbed from behind by the thug, the policewoman's bound upper body was almost lifted off the bed. While raping her, Qi Lao Er's mouth was pressed against her naked back, kissing her wildly, leaving copious amounts of saliva on her already sweaty skin. Soon, Qi Lao Er reached another peak of excitement, ejaculating into Zhao Jianling's anus.
The man climbed off the bed, pulled up his pants, and said, "Officer Zhao, this is the consequence of your refusal to confess. Actually, if you had told us about the police's plan, perhaps we could still be comrades on the same side. But since you won't talk, I can only treat you as an enemy. You are the most elite female officer in Interpol, so of course you should receive treatment commensurate with your status, don't you think?" With
that, Qi Lao Er walked out of the interrogation room, and in his place, a large group of thugs walked in. Although most of these men had experienced the previous interrogation and seen Zhao Jianling's half-naked, or even nearly naked body with only her underwear on, they could imagine her current situation, but when they entered the interrogation room, the thugs were still stunned by the scene before them.
The young policewoman lay naked on the bed, her body drenched in sweat. Her upper body was still bound behind her back, her legs spread at a right angle, her swollen genitals and white buttocks a mess, still stained with semen. Although the drug had worn off and she had controlled her desires, her body's reactions hadn't subsided; vaginal fluids continued to flow.
No one could imagine that Zhao Jianling, one of Interpol's most elite female officers, would be reduced to such a state. The criminals knew their moment had come, and they cheered as they swarmed forward, countless claws reaching for her naked body.
Her legs were useless in her prone position, so even though Zhao Jianling knew that turning over would expose her bare breasts, she decided to try her best to resist. Although the policewoman possessed superb martial arts skills, her upper body was bound, her strength was largely depleted during the rape, and she was barefoot. She could hold her own against two or three thugs, but against so many, she had no chance.
Zhao Jianling fought back desperately, kicking three thugs, but only managed to make them stumble back a couple of steps, without inflicting any real damage. Then, the thugs grabbed the policewoman's beautiful feet, subduing her.
Since there were limited areas of contact with Zhao Jianling's body under the bed, many of the men climbed onto the bed.
The thugs surrounded the policewoman, pressing their hands against her naked body, completely controlling her. Numerous hands wantonly grabbed and squeezed her shoulders, breasts, waist, abdomen, buttocks, thighs, and bare feet.
Under the men's ravaging, her naked body was gradually dragged around ninety degrees, ending up lying horizontally on the bed.
Her buttocks were positioned to one side of the bed, her two jade-like legs already stretched off the edge, pulled apart at a right angle by the two thugs, her sparsely haired genitals completely unprotected.
Another thug seized the space between Zhao Jianling's thighs, pulled down his pants, and, gripping her thighs, thrust his genitals into her vagina. The policewoman's fair, naked body arched sharply as the man forcibly entered her once more. The two thugs who had been groping her waist and abdomen each freed a hand to support her firm, elastic buttocks, lifting her slightly off the bed.
"No... ah..."
Her two pert breasts also fell into the hands of the two thugs, their small nipples being forcefully pinched. Her neck was resting on the other side of the bed, her delicate face hanging back off the edge. As Zhao Jianling screamed as the man penetrated her, her mouth opened, and one of the thugs seized the opportunity to insert his own genitals into her mouth.
Two thugs, one in front and one behind, thrust their genitals into Zhao Jianling's genitals and mouth, beginning to rape the captured policewoman. The other thugs also reached out and wantonly fondled and played with her erogenous zones. Zhao Jianling was completely unable to resist. With the men's genitals thrusting into her throat again and again, even her moans became extremely muffled.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Soon, the man who was penetrating her reached his climax and ejaculated inside her. Immediately, another thug stepped forward to take his place. Meanwhile, the thug who was penetrating her mouth continued to enjoy the pleasure of oral sex. To Zhao Jianling's despair, the effects of the aphrodisiac in her body had not worn off. Under the thugs' rape, her sexual desire was gradually aroused again.
The policewoman thought about how she was being repeatedly ravaged by the thugs, and she didn't know when this pain would end. During the thugs' wanton humiliation and rape, the aphrodisiac constantly aroused her usually dormant desires, allowing her to clearly feel the pleasure mixed with intense pain and stimulation.
She knew the camera in the room had already recorded and was still filming her entire ordeal of being humiliated, raped, aroused, and broken down; her dignity as an elite policewoman had been completely stripped away. In extreme rage, disregarding her disgust, she bit down on the man's genitals.
"Ah! It hurts so much!"
Zhao Jianling had been forced to perform oral sex on thugs before, but the men had to hold her cheeks to prevent her from biting. Now, the thugs were careless and became the victims of her rage. Several thugs who had been playing with her upper body quickly helped; the one who had been playing with her breasts pinched her nipples, while the others pried open her mouth and pinched her cheeks, finally managing to free the thug with great effort.
The bitten thug was writhing on the ground in agony. More than half of his genitals had been bitten off, even the cartilage had been severed, leaving only the lower half of his penis connected by a small piece of flesh. Someone with some medical knowledge immediately stopped the bleeding and accompanied him to the hospital.
The bitten thug walked out of the torture chamber, cursing incessantly, "You filthy policewoman! Brothers, teach her a lesson!"
Zhao Jianling's resistance had indeed enraged the men. One thug grabbed the policewoman's hair with one hand and began slapping her repeatedly with the other, while several others relentlessly punched her abdomen and breasts.
The policewoman's delicate face swayed wildly from side to side with each slap to the abdomen; her bound upper body involuntarily jerked upwards with every blow, and her fair, exquisite breasts trembled violently. Zhao Jianling felt dizzy from the beating, and large mouthfuls of blood flowed from her lips.
The policewoman's upper body endured the brutal treatment of the thugs, while her lower body continued to be raped. The thugs rotated among themselves, sometimes thrusting and ejaculating inside her, sometimes playing with her legs and feet, sometimes torturing her upper body, sometimes slapping her.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
Under the thugs' torment, Zhao Jianling felt as if she were in hell, constantly moaning. The torture and rape brought double the pain; the sexual stimulation from playing with her erogenous zones, the lust and pleasure aroused by the aphrodisiacs, all mingled together, once again breaking down her last line of defense, causing her to collapse again under the men's sexual abuse.
The rape had already occurred multiple times, and the effects of the drug in Zhao Jianling's body reached their peak, causing her to experience a second orgasm. The thug who had been lucky enough to enjoy the policewoman's orgasm gave up his place with great satisfaction, moving to the other end of the bed to slap her.
He smugly said as he hit her, "Officer, even if you're so chaste, you're still broken down by now, aren't you?"
Perhaps the rape was so exhilarating, but seeing the humiliated and pained expression on the policewoman's face as he slapped her, he became excited again. Thinking of the resistance Zhao Jianling had encountered when the thug forced her to perform oral sex, a wicked thought arose in his mind.
Zhao Jianling's face was repeatedly slapped, feeling only a burning pain. Suddenly, she felt the man stop slapping her. Then, the thug grabbed her cheeks and chin with both hands, and with a "crack," the policewoman's jaw was forcibly dislocated.
"Ah...uh..."
Zhao Jianling felt her vision go black, her cheeks throbbing with excruciating pain. She groaned in agony, her mouth wide open, unable to close. As the man's penis plunged into her throat, the painful groans immediately turned into muffled moans.
And so, Zhao Jianling's genitals, anus, and mouth became the objects of the men's sexual gratification. The thugs forcibly violated and abused her, wantonly thrusting their genitals into her three orifices. During the subsequent torment, the effects of the aphrodisiac caused her to experience two more orgasms. The elite policewoman was repeatedly raped by the thugs, her body conquered time and again, plunging her into an abyss of despair.
(XI) The Conquest of Torture
"Sigh, it's been three days already, and they've only just managed to get the message over. They're so slow! It's wasted so much of our time."
The speaker was a rather gentlemanly Western man in his fifties, standing beside a beautiful young woman of about twenty-three or twenty-four from the East. The room was quiet, with all doors and windows tightly closed, except for the sounds of their conversation.
"There's nothing we can do about it. The plan was to contact them once a week, and he was just following the schedule. Only you and I know Officer Zhao's identity; he doesn't understand the key details, so naturally he wouldn't break the rules. It's just that we didn't expect the Nanyang
Gang to have such power, that even someone as skilled as Officer Zhao has repeatedly failed to capture them." The two men conversing were Mark and Zheng Xiaoye from Interpol. Mark had just received news from another informant he'd planted with Fang Debiao that Zhao Jianling had been captured by the Nanyang Gang three days ago while trying to rescue Fang Debiao, and he immediately summoned Zheng Xiaoye to discuss the matter.
Mark said, "Although Officer Zhao is skilled in combat, she can't withstand the sheer number of opponents. It's not good for such a young and beautiful woman to fall into the hands of these thugs. Even though we don't know the location of the Nanyang Society's stronghold, we need to find a way to rescue her quickly."
Zheng Xiaoye, of course, also understood the seriousness of the situation. If they considered the worst-case scenario, that is, Zhao Jianling's identity would be exposed. If the thugs knew they had captured Interpol's most elite female officer, they would use any means necessary. Even if the Nanyang Society members only thought she was Fang Debiao's capable assistant, Zhao Yuefang, with her delicate features and beautiful figure, it would be unavoidable for her to be stripped naked and humiliated.
Thinking of this, Zheng Xiaoye frowned slightly and said, "I really feel bad for her this time. The whole mission was dangerous, and there were too many unpredictable factors. I really shouldn't have asked her to help us with this."
Mark said, "It's no use regretting it now. The important thing is to find a way to rescue Officer Zhao as soon as possible. We've already wasted three days. If we had contacted the informant more often each week, it would have been much easier..."
Zheng Xiaoye said, "There's nothing we can do. Even if we had known three days earlier, what could we have done? We don't know much about the Nanyang Association, and we don't have any inside information. We don't even know where to get any information. I think we have to rely on her to rescue Officer Zhao."
Mark asked doubtfully, "Rely on her?"
Zheng Xiaoye said, "I know Zhao Jianling very well, and besides, I was the one who rescued her last time." She was rescued from Country V.
She has extensive experience fighting these dangerous underworld figures. We don't know where to start now, but with her intelligence and skills, she'll surely find a way to create an opportunity. Don't forget, the last time we defeated Wu Laosan and rescued her and Laura, it was entirely thanks to her relaying the message. Hopefully, she'll have the same good luck this time.”
Mark nodded and said, “That's right, it seems the key lies in whether she can create an opportunity. But in any case, we really should investigate the Nanyang Society. Recently, the Nanyang Society's power has been growing, and it may very well replace Fang Debiao's group. I don't want to have a tiger appear before the jackals are eliminated. In short, on the one hand, we should make more preparations for support, and on the other hand, we should conduct more investigations to try to dig out the Nanyang Society's lair.”
“What's going on? Second Brother, you've been interrogating Zhao Jianling for seven days now, haven't you even gotten any information about the police's plan?” Boss Yang's voice boomed like a bell, making everyone present's eardrums tingle.
Qi Lao Er replied, "Brother, Zhao Jianling is one of the most elite female officers in Interpol, so she's not easy to deal with. My brothers and I have tried many methods, but we still couldn't make her submit. So now we have no choice but to send her over first. Why don't you take charge yourself, brother?"
Yang Lao Lao said, "Sigh, Third Brother is quite skilled in this area. But right now... I'm not good at torture or anything like that. I think you should preside over the interrogation. Anyway, we have plenty of time, and we're not afraid of not getting anything out of her."
Qi Lao Er said, "Brother, you don't know this. The police have been checking my area very closely these past few days. I'm afraid that if we make even the slightest mistake, they will find clues." "The police are cracking down hard on the underworld right now, think about it, Third Brother... So I think it's safer to bring Officer Zhao here and detain her first."
Boss Yang nodded and said, "That's something to be careful about. Although our Nanyang Society's stronghold is well-hidden, we can't let our guard down. Since you're worried, keep Officer Zhao here with me for now, and let my brothers interrogate her for a while. Once the situation on your end is less tense, we can send her back." Second
Brother Qi said, "That's best. I'll go back and take care of things on my end."
Boss Yang said, "That's settled then. Second Brother, be careful in everything."
After saying goodbye, Second Brother Qi left with two of his men. Boss Yang had long heard from Second Brother Qi that Zhao Jianling was the most elite female police officer in Interpol, feared by criminals in Southeast Asia, highly intelligent, and skilled in martial arts. He had also heard that she was beautiful and had a captivating figure. Now that she had been captured by the Nanyang Society and brought here for detention and interrogation, he wanted to see her for himself.
Old Yang said, "Men, bring Officer Zhao in here."
Two henchmen immediately went out to carry out the order. When the door opened again, a beautiful, completely naked young woman appeared. She was bound hand and foot, crawling into the room. Two thugs, carrying wooden sticks, followed behind her, watching her every move. Her
upper body was leaning forward, almost horizontal, tightly bound with thick ropes. Her delicate face was slightly raised, displaying seven parts fortitude and three parts humiliation, her bright eyes seemingly spitting fire. Her exquisite breasts were pert and pointed, with two small, red nipples pointing diagonally to the ground.
Her slender, jade-like feet were also bound with ropes, but the ropes left a foot's width of space around her ankles, allowing her to barely move her fair, shapely legs as she crawled forward. Two thugs followed behind, admiring the sway of her rounded buttocks with each crawl. If they felt she was moving too slowly, they would whip her bare buttocks with wooden sticks.
This young woman possessed fair and smooth skin, but her body was covered with faint blue bruises, clearly the result of repeated abuse. If it weren't for the resolute expression on her face, who would have guessed that this naked female prisoner was actually Zhao Jianling, one of Interpol's most elite female officers?
Boss Yang immediately stepped forward, squatted beside Zhao Jianling, grabbed her hair, and forced her to raise her head. The female officer's face was extremely delicate; although she had been violated for a week, her bright eyes still shone with a sharp light, full of determination and fortitude.
Boss Yang slapped Zhao Jianling's face and sneered, "The famous Officer Zhao, you're now my prisoner. If you don't want to be ravaged by my brothers like a bitch every day, you'd better cooperate with us."
"Pah!"
Zhao Jianling spat out a mouthful of pent-up saliva. Boss Yang couldn't dodge it at all; the saliva hit his nose, and his sneer instantly turned grim.
"You stinking policewoman! You're asking for it!"
The hand that had been slapping the policewoman's delicate face suddenly rose and slapped down hard. Zhao Jianling's face turned to one side, blood splattering from the corner of her mouth. Then, while her legs remained kneeling, her upper body was pressed firmly to the ground by Boss Yang, her pair of glistening breasts roughly grabbed by the man, losing their original perkiness under his forceful grip.
Although Zhao Jianling was highly skilled in martial arts, her entire body was tightly bound with ropes, making it easy for any man to fondle her naked body. At this moment, the policewoman was pinned to the ground by Boss Yang, her legs folded, her knees in great pain. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, her naked breasts were being wantonly fondled, and she was powerless to do anything about it. But after days of humiliation, she had become somewhat accustomed to enduring such extreme shame, and coldly said, "If you have the guts, kill me!"
A lewd grin appeared on Boss Yang's angry face as he said, "Kill you? You have such a great figure, and you're one of Interpol's most elite female officers. We'll keep you around for a good time! If you don't cooperate with us, we'll slowly train you, and see when this elite female Interpol officer turns into a sex slave who only wants to have sex with men!"
Zhao Jianling cursed, "You beast, you're dreaming!"
Boss Yang said, "Faced with a woman as attractive as you, I don't have the patience of Second Brother. Officer Zhao, since you want to maintain your dignity as an Interpol officer, then let's see what dignity a captured female officer has left, like a bitch!"
At Boss Yang's instruction, several henchmen came forward and untied the ropes binding the female officer. Zhao Jianling knew that the thugs wanted to tie her up in a position that would make it easier to humiliate her. Although she didn't give any chance to resist, Zhao Jianling's wrists and ankles were firmly held down during the untying of her ropes. Her strength was no match for a man's, and after being captured, her martial arts skills were rendered useless.
Then, four ropes extending from a distance bound her hands and feet. As the ropes tightened, the policewoman's naked body was stretched into a "T" shape, suspended in the center of the room, her body completely exposed. The thugs, seeing her beautiful naked body, were all burning with lust, their hands pressing against their erect genitals.
Boss Yang, in particular, had long been unable to restrain himself. He was usually hot-tempered, unlike Qi Lao Er who could control himself. He had felt lust upon seeing Zhao Jianling's naked body and was further enraged by her resolute character. Seeing the highly skilled policewoman bound and unable to move, he immediately stepped forward.
He circled Zhao Jianling repeatedly, his large hands never pausing, wantonly grabbing and kneading her body. Every part of the policewoman's body, including her shoulders, breasts, waist, back, buttocks, genitals, thighs, and bare feet, was thoroughly touched by his hands.
If other men, when abusing Zhao Jianling, mainly hoped to arouse her sexual desire by playing with her naked body, Yang Laoda was completely different. His gestures were as brutal as his temper, and every grab and squeeze caused the bound and powerless policewoman to feel a sharp pain. When these brutal gestures attacked the most sensitive parts of her body, especially her nipples and genitals, the stimulation was particularly intense.
Zhao Jianling knew this was retaliation for spitting in Yang Laoda's face; this brutal man undoubtedly wanted to find a way to subdue her. The resolute policewoman, who usually let out shameful groans when humiliated, clenched her teeth this time, enduring the pain and the shame of being naked and publicly humiliated, refusing to utter a sound.
Boss Yang's violence was intended to elicit the reaction of a female prisoner of war from Interpol's most elite female officer under his abuse; at the very least, he wanted to hear her groans to satisfy his desire for conquest. But Zhao Jianling's fortitude surprised him, further fueling his rage.
He roared, "Officer Zhao, you are a prisoner of our Nanyang Society, our spoils of war. I'll make you taste my power!"
After thoroughly fondling and squeezing the policewoman's naked body, he walked away for a moment, returning with a torture device in each hand. Zhao Jianling was shocked to see the electric dildo and enema device in Boss Yang's hands.
The policewoman had been captured multiple times and had previously suffered enemas. She had been held captive by the Nanyang Association for a week and had also endured prolonged torture with an electric dildo. But this time, the electric dildo and enema device in Boss Yang's hands were clearly a size larger than those she had suffered before, a truly horrifying sight.
Zhao Jianling struggled desperately, her bound naked body twisting, but to no avail. Amidst the lewd laughter of the men present, the large electric dildo was brutally inserted into the policewoman's vagina, which, despite being violated countless times, remained narrow.
"Ugh..."
Zhao Jianling's naked body jerked violently as the thick, long dildo plunged deep into her body. The stinging pain was unlike anything she had experienced during the week of rape. Normally, she would have groaned loudly, but now she felt a strong resistance to Boss Yang's extremely brutal desire for conquest, so she clenched her teeth, only managing to squeeze out a groan due to the excruciating pain.
The moment the dildo was inserted into her body, the switch was activated, and intense sexual stimulation accompanied by pain surged forth.
Since being captured alive by the criminals, the policewoman had been subjected to repeated rapes by men for the next six days, except for the day of her arrest. Before each gang rape, the criminals injected her with a potent aphrodisiac, causing even her chastity to repeatedly crumble under their abuse.
Zhao Jianling had no normal sex life, but these six days of "training" gradually awakened her long-suppressed primal sexual desires. Even the unwavering will and tenacity of Interpol's most elite female officer were insufficient to completely resist the effects of the aphrodisiac, rape, and "training." Over the six days, the dosage of the aphrodisiac gradually decreased, while the number of times she completely collapsed and experienced orgasm during the rapes gradually increased.
After six days of "training," Zhao Jianling's body had become increasingly sensitive. At this moment, although no aphrodisiac was used, the large dildo thrusting repeatedly inside her narrow vagina was already putting immense pressure on her. While she hadn't yet experienced sexual desire, her body was already reacting uncontrollably. The policewoman's small nipples gradually hardened, and she began to secrete vaginal fluid, though it couldn't flow out because her vagina was blocked.
"Uh...uh..."
Under the watchful eyes of the thugs, the highly skilled policewoman was suspended in mid-air, her naked body arching in waves with the rhythm of the dildo's movements, intermittent moans squeezing out from between her teeth.
But the enraged Boss Yang was far from satisfied with the female prisoner's current state; he wanted to see Zhao Jianling crying and begging for mercy. Without hesitation, he grabbed a leather whip from the side with his free hand, swung it, and lashed it across Zhao Jianling's body.
"Ah!"
The policewoman felt a sharp pain in her back and could no longer bear it, letting out a groan. On her snow-white back, from her rounded shoulder to her waist on the other side, a dark red whip mark appeared, strikingly conspicuous and gruesome.
Zhao Jianling's skin was crystal clear and fair; when she was captured and stripped naked by her thugs, few men were willing to leave such a mark on her flawless body. Although she was often subjected to severe torture, the thugs mostly used sticks and soft whips; this was the first time they had used such brutality as Yang Laoda's.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The whip lashed incessantly across Zhao Jianling's back and buttocks. The elite policewoman's naked body, bound in a "T" shape in mid-air, convulsed with each lash. With each strike, her delicate face arched high, contorted in pain, her groans growing louder and louder.
Her fair back and rounded buttocks were quickly covered with crisscrossing whip marks, her skin torn and bleeding. Within minutes, Zhao Jianling had fainted twice from the pain, but the repeated movements of the large, vibrating dildo inside her quickly brought her back to consciousness from the intense stimulation.
Seeing the naked policewoman suffering so terribly, Boss Yang's anger gradually subsided. He tossed aside the whip and said to one of his men, "Go get a basin of salt water."
Although the threat of the whip was gone, the vibrating dildo inside Zhao Jianling remained, and under the waves of impact even more intense than rape, her body continued to tremble, and she emitted muffled groans.
Old Master Yang said, "Officer Zhao, you may be formidable, but no prisoner of the Nanyang Society dares to defy me! Today, you'll experience the taste of torture, and let everyone see what it's like to be tortured like the most elite female officer of Interpol!"
At this moment, one of the thugs brought a basin of salt water. With a wave of his hand, Old Master Yang poured the water onto the female officer's battered back and buttocks.
"Ah..."
Zhao Jianling felt an unbearable burning pain in her back and buttocks, letting out a piercing groan that echoed in the room. The female officer's naked body writhed and twisted almost frantically, as if subjected to continuous electric shocks, her firm breasts trembling wildly, a breathtaking sight. The intense stimulation caused her tear ducts to overwhelm her, tears streaming down her face, but not as tears.
"Hahahaha!"
The thugs lewdly laughed, enjoying the sight of the elite female officer being tortured naked. Still unsatisfied, Boss Yang stepped forward and yanked the electric dildo out of Zhao Jianling's body. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva, mixed with faint streaks of blood, clearly indicating that the large dildo had torn her vagina.
After the dildo was removed, Zhao Jianling felt a significant reduction in mental pressure, and the pain and sexual stimulation in her lower body subsided. She let out a long breath; the excruciating pain from the salt water on her back and buttocks seemed to gradually ease.
The policewoman's naked body, though ravaged, still appeared pristine and pure, and her movements gradually ceased. She breathed heavily, her bare breasts heaving, using this rare opportunity to recover her strength.
But this was merely wishful thinking on Zhao Jianling's part. She suddenly felt something inserted into her anus, followed by a large amount of cold liquid flowing into her intestines. Only then did she remember that Boss Yang was still holding a large enema syringe.
"No...you beast!"
The policewoman twisted her naked body, bound in a spread-eagle position, in a panic, but she couldn't escape. As the liquid in the enema was gradually forced into her body, her delicate face was filled with humiliation and pain, and large drops of crystal sweat fell from her nose and forehead like broken beads.
Boss Yang pressed the enema into Zhao Jianling's body while slapping her round buttocks.
He watched the policewoman's naked body writhe in pain and despair, completely intoxicated by the humiliation of the captured female Interpol officer.
The man lewdly said, "Officer Zhao, how does it feel? I want to see how long you can last. Your ass really seems to exist for enemas."
After the liquid was completely injected into Zhao Jianling's body, Boss Yang pulled out the enema and quickly inserted a rubber stopper into her anus.
The policewoman closed her eyes tightly, and as she breathed rapidly, her sweat-covered buttocks writhed, and her originally flat abdomen swelled slightly. She felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation, and an even stronger urge to defecate surged downwards, her stomach rumbling as if something was churning inside her intestines.
Boss Yang walked up to Zhao Jianling from behind, grabbed her hair, forced her face up, and said, "Officer Zhao, do you need to defecate? Tell us what we want to know, and I'll let you go today."
Zhao Jianling felt a cold, painful sensation in her intestines, the intense urge to defecate rushing to her brain. If it weren't for the plug at her anus, she would have already gushed out. The policewoman's lower body trembled, her already pale face turning even paler, swaying weakly.
Zhao Jianling struggled and groaned, "No... ah... pull out the rubber stopper... ah..."
Boss Yang said, "Officer Zhao, as long as you don't talk, don't expect me to let you go. I want to see how long Interpol's most elite female officer can hold out. Men, put her down."
The four ropes binding the female officer in a "T" shape in mid-air were loosened, causing her naked body to fall to the ground. Zhao Jianling's first reaction was to reach behind her to pull out the rubber stopper. Unexpectedly, two thugs quickly caught up and seized the opportunity to twist her arms behind her back.
Although the female officer had been tortured to the point of exhaustion and loss of dignity, the thugs were still quite wary of her high level of martial arts skills. After twisting her arms, the two immediately tied her up with ropes. They originally intended to tie her feet as well, but seeing Boss Yang's wave of the hand, they withdrew.
Yang, the boss, stepped forward, grabbing Zhao Jianling's disheveled hair with his left hand and lifting her upper body off the ground. His right hand then pinched and wantonly fondled her pale pink nipples. With the policewoman's martial arts skills, even barefoot, she could still easily defeat Yang, relying on her unbound legs. However, she was completely consumed by the agony of the enema, forced to endure the thug's abuse without any resistance.
Zhao Jianling desperately resisted the enema's assault; her naked body trembled, her bare buttocks twisting violently, her delicate face filled with terror. She let out muffled moans, her breathing growing heavier, as if she were going mad.
"Ah…let me go…"
Yang released his grip, and the naked policewoman immediately fell to the ground. The man continued to attack her nipples with both hands. But Zhao Jianling was already in a daze from the torture, completely oblivious to the stimulation from her breasts. She felt as if her lower abdomen was about to explode; her anus, tightly plugged with a rubber stopper, contracted violently; her eyes rolled back; and her long, slender legs twitched incessantly, on the verge of collapse.
Finally, the elite policewoman could no longer hold on. Forgetting her dignity as a criminal investigator, she cried out:
“Please…let me go…spare me…I’ll tell you everything…”
Boss Yang laughed triumphantly, saying, “Hahahaha! Even the most elite female officer of Interpol has given in? If you want us to spare you, you’ll have to show some respect. You have to tell us what we want to know first.”
Zhao Jianling groaned, “Ah…I can’t take it anymore…please pull the plug out first…ah…”
Boss Yang remained unmoved, his hands still tightly gripping the female officer’s two ruby-like nipples, saying, “Officer Zhao, you’d better understand. Unless you satisfy me, I won’t let you go. Tell me the police’s plan now.”
The young female officer twisted her naked body continuously, saying intermittently, “Fang Debiao and L City’s…Flore are the police’s greatest enemies…these two groups have always been enemies…Flore has joined forces with Muller…ah…please pull that thing out first…I can’t take it anymore…ah…”
Yang was taken aback. Flor and Fang Debiao were the leaders of two gangs located in S City and L City respectively on the west coast of the United States. The two had always been at odds and had clashed several times. Mueller, on the other hand, was one of the biggest suppliers of firearms, ammunition, and other weapons in the underworld. He was a powerful figure, yet his whereabouts were extremely secretive, making him a major headache even for the police.
He shook his head, increasing the pressure of his kneading of the policewoman's nipples, and said, "Officer Zhao, you need to explain the whole thing clearly so I can decide whether to let you go!"
Zhao Jianling continued, "The police have already learned about this... and want to use... use their infighting... to wipe out both gangs in one fell swoop... My mission is to find a way to lure Fang Debiao into this trap..."
Hearing this, Boss Yang understood the gist of the matter and believed him to some extent. He released the policewoman's nipples and began kneading her firm breasts, saying, "So, how far has this matter progressed?"
Zhao Jianling said painfully, "It was originally scheduled for tomorrow... Fang Debiao would receive a batch of guns from Mueller... Flor... Flor would act at that time... I've told you everything I know... I can't hold on any longer... Please, please pull out the rubber plug quickly... Ah..." Boss
Yang nodded in satisfaction, moved his hands away from the policewoman's delicate breasts, and pulled out the rubber plug from her anus. Before his hand could leave, a stream of yellowish-brown, turbid fluid gushed violently from her rapidly contracting anus.
A few minutes later, the policewoman, now thoroughly washed, was brought back in by the thugs. She was still naked, her upper body bound tightly, and her beautiful bare feet also tied with rope. Her delicate face was filled with humiliation, her fair skin glistening with water droplets, and her back and buttocks were covered with crisscrossing whip marks, giving her a poignant beauty.
While Zhao Jianling was being taken away to be washed, Boss Yang had already been calculating. Being able to completely subdue the policewoman was undoubtedly a major victory, and it had already calmed his inner rage. More importantly, if the police could wipe out both Flor and Fang Debiao's gangs, not only would the Nanyang Society no longer need to exert effort in its struggle against Fang Debiao, but the entire West Coast underworld would also be thrown into turmoil, providing them with a perfect opportunity to rise to prominence.
After seeing the policewoman being brought in, he asked, "Officer Zhao, if you had cooperated earlier, you wouldn't have had to endure so much torture. Now you'd better cooperate with us obediently, otherwise I'll use the same method on you as before!"
Zhao Jianling lowered her head, her face still retaining a touch of the unique heroine's beauty, but she no longer dared to look directly at Yang Laoda as she had when she was first brought in by Qi Lao Er. Hearing Yang Laoda's words, she simply nodded slightly.
Yang Laoda asked, "So, the police will take advantage of Fang Debiao and Flor's fight tomorrow to wipe them out in one fell swoop?"
Zhao Jianling said, "The police are waiting for my final message..."
Yang Laoda exclaimed in surprise, "What?"
(12) Cleverly Escaping the Cage
"Ah...uh...ah...ah..."
A young woman's moan echoed in the room, mixed with five parts lewdness and five parts humiliation. She was naked, her upper body bound behind her back, lying face down on a bed. Two men grabbed her slender, bare feet, spreading her long, beautiful legs at a right angle.
Although only her back was visible, her stunning figure and fair skin were still striking. The only flaw was the dark red whip marks covering her smooth back and rounded buttocks, a gruesome sight against her pristine body. A middle-aged man was on
top of her naked body, his hands gripping her beautifully spread thighs, thrusting his penis into her unprotected vagina. His movements were extremely rough, yet his face was filled with satisfaction.
Although the young woman's face was half-hidden by her disheveled, dark hair, her delicate features were still discernible. The bonds binding her, the gripping feet, and the whip marks on her back all indicated that she was not an ordinary woman, but a captured female prisoner.
Clearly, the female prisoner had completely collapsed under the man's rape. She writhed her waist and hips, responding to the rhythm of his thrusts, helplessly uttering cries of pleasure. Who would have thought that this seemingly wanton woman was Zhao Jianling, the most elite female police officer of Interpol, captured alive at the Nanyang Club, who had always maintained an image of chastity and purity?
But at this moment, the once pristine police officer was completely unable to maintain any dignity. The aphrodisiac had thoroughly invaded her sensitive body, making her unable to resist the surge of lust. She remained conscious, but this consciousness allowed her to clearly feel the waves of pleasure constantly washing over her during the rape, yet she could not escape this predicament, feeling particularly pained and desperate.
The room was brightly lit, with four cameras and eight video cameras recording the thrilling scene of the elite police officer aroused by the thugs' rape from various angles. Yang Laoda may not have known that Qi Lao Er had already filmed many scenes of Zhao Jianling's humiliation and breakdown; perhaps he simply wanted to film them again.
While enjoying the pleasure of raping the policewoman, Yang Laoda mocked, "Officer Zhao, how does it feel to be raped? I thought you looked quite chaste, but I didn't expect you to become so excited after being penetrated!"
Zhao Jianling groaned in humiliation, "Ah... you beast! You used such methods... despicable... ah... uh..."
The policewoman's naked body heaved under the thug's thrusts. A climax gradually built within her; with the man's rhythmic thrusting, wave after wave of pleasure intensified her libido. Finally, as Yang Laoda ejaculated inside her, the policewoman reached the peak of her orgasm.
Yang, the gang leader, withdrew his genitals from Zhao Jianling's body and said with satisfaction, "We can begin. Tie Officer Zhao to that chair."
Soon, the naked policewoman was strapped to a torture chair. Her upper body remained bound tightly, and her bare feet were tied to the chair legs, leaving the men with a clear view of her genitals and the dried semen and vaginal fluid on the inside of her beautiful thighs.
Zhao Jianling had thought that after confessing, the thugs would let her go. But in reality, she was injected with aphrodisiacs again and brutally raped by Yang. Now, she was naked and bound to the chair, unsure of what fate awaited her. This proved that her fears when she was captured by the Nanyang Society and interrogated by Qi Lao Er—that even a confession would not guarantee her a good outcome—were not unfounded. The elite policewoman struggled helplessly, her pair of jade-like breasts trembling slightly, a shocking sight.
Boss Yang leered, "Officer Zhao, I didn't expect your vagina to be as tight as a virgin's. It'll be so much fun to play with! You have such a great figure, and you're one of Interpol's most elite policewomen. If I could rape you every day, hahaha, that would be so awesome!"
Zhao Jianling was both ashamed and furious, feeling like she couldn't live or die. She said, "You beast, how long are you going to torture me? I've told you everything you wanted to know, what more do you want?"
Boss Yang said, "Very well. You've indeed told me what I wanted to know. I should let you go now, but there's one last thing I haven't finished, and it's not simple. Let me ask you, what will be the outcome of the deal between Fang Debiao and Muller tomorrow?"
The thugs noticed Zhao Jianling flinch slightly, seemingly having vaguely guessed Boss Yang's intentions. The policewoman, struggling to maintain her composure, said, "Since Flor has joined forces with Muller, and Fang Debiao is kept in the dark, tomorrow's battle will naturally see Fang Debiao fall into a trap. Isn't that a question you already know the answer to?"
Boss Yang replied, "While Fang Debiao is my primary enemy, this is still not the outcome I most desire. If tomorrow it's not just Fang Debiao who falls, but also Flor, that would be a truly spectacular show. The fall of these two giants will inevitably lead to chaos in the West Coast underworld. The Nanyang Society has always maintained a low profile in the underworld; unexpectedly, it has finally gotten its chance to shine."
Zhao Jianling... Ling knew that her second concern about confessing during her interrogation by Qi Lao Er after being captured by the Nanyang Society had been confirmed. She said, "So, tomorrow you still need the police to wipe out Flor's gang in one fell swoop.
Isn't that right?"
Yang Lao Da reached out and grabbed the policewoman's left breast, pinching her nipple, and lewdly said, "Officer Zhao, you're asking a question you already know the answer to. Officer Zhao is the most elite female officer in Interpol. Actually, I haven't even said it yet, but you've already guessed my intention, haven't you? My last wish still depends on you, Officer Zhao."
Zhao Jianling's delicate face twisted slightly, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Beast! Let me go." "The police won't rashly intervene in this shootout without my full assistance,"
said Old Master Yang. "That's why I need Officer Zhao's strong support. If you help me with this, our Nanyang Society won't make things difficult for you anymore. This time, our Nanyang Society will also lend a hand, striving to wipe them out completely! This is not only not harmful to the police, but also a great thing."
Zhao Jianling's face showed a slight hesitation as he asked, "Why is the Nanyang Society also getting involved?"
Old Master Yang said, "Qi Lao Er and I have always had the judgment that Fang Debiao has a force supporting him behind the scenes. If we can't bring down this group..." "Eradicating them completely won't solve anything; they'll just rise again sooner or later. This time, our covert assistance is a win-win opportunity, Officer Zhao shouldn't miss it."
Zhao Jianling said, "This..."
Boss Yang leered, "If Officer Zhao cooperates, the Nanyang Society will restore your freedom. Moreover, for the police, it will be a successful completion of the planned operation, a great achievement. If you refuse to cooperate, then Officer Zhao will only have the fate of being raped naked by us every day. Does Officer Zhao like living such a life? Hahahaha!"
As he spoke, the man's fingers, which had been resting on the female officer's nipple, moved downwards and inserted into her exposed genitals, digging and probing inside. Zhao Jianling's naked body convulsed violently, her teeth clenched, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, enduring the stimulation in her lower body.
Boss Yang pulled out his finger, looking at the semen still clinging to it from the virtuous policewoman's body, a product of her earlier breakdown. He asked, "So? Officer Zhao, have you decided?"
Zhao Jianling replied, "Cooperation is possible. However, to ensure the success of the operation, you must agree to the following conditions. I don't know if you can tolerate them. First, I must maintain contact with Officer Zheng Xiaoye of the police force. Otherwise, the entire operation will be difficult to coordinate and prone to errors."
Boss Yang nodded, saying, "So it's Zheng Xiaoye you'll be in contact with. That's fine, but your contact with her must be under our surveillance. Otherwise, if you tell them the location of the Nanyang Society's stronghold, I'm afraid Fang Debiao and Flor will be wiped out before they're even beheaded!"
Zhao Jianling said, "That's no problem. The second condition is that during the operation, the Nanyang Society members must be separately arranged and cannot directly participate in the police operation or encounter the police. The police will not allow..." "A gang using their power to eliminate an enemy—once they encounter each other, conflict is inevitable,"
said Boss Yang. "That's no problem either. Of course, I don't want to run into the police either. Let the police and Interpol handle the tough nuts; we only need to deal with the fleeing remnants on the periphery."
Zhao Jianling said, "The third condition is that I must participate in the police operation during the final phase.
This was agreed upon beforehand. If this condition isn't met, without my guidance and participation, Zheng Xiaoye and the others will abandon the entire plan."
Boss Yang sneered, "Officer Zhao, you're probably worried we won't let you go after we've succeeded.
To be honest, after arresting someone like Officer Zhao, no man would want to let you go. But this time, for the sake of the bigger picture, I agree to this condition. I just hope that after it's done, Officer Zhao will return to China to be a high-ranking police officer and stop getting involved in this mess." "To prevent it from falling into the hands of our Nanyang Society again someday."
Zhao Jianling said, "So, you're not afraid that I'll come back and wipe out the Nanyang Society after this is done?"
Boss Yang laughed loudly and said, "Hahahaha! Since it's a cooperation, I have to leave some room for maneuver. To achieve great things, taking some risks is necessary. After dealing with Fang Debiao and Flor, Officer Zhao, you will naturally regain your freedom, but I'll also keep a bet."
Zhao Jianling asked, "What are you betting on?"
Boss Yang leered, "Officer Zhao, you are a pure and chaste woman. I bet you don't want the whole world to see a chaste policewoman being raped to orgasm. I suppose the second brother also filmed some videos, and just to be on the safe side, I just did another round, hahahaha!"
Zhao Jianling's cheeks flushed slightly, but she couldn't speak: "You..."
Boss Yang continued, "Officer Zhao, to be honest, you're really lucky. I heard that when you were kidnapped to V country... " "Many exciting photos and videos have already been taken, but whether it's people bragging or something else, we can't see any of them now. But don't worry, as long as you don't oppose us, all the photos and videos will be carefully preserved."
He paused slightly, his tone turning cold, and said, "But if you dare to harm us afterward, unless the Nanyang Society is completely wiped out in an instant, the whole world will see the famous, highly skilled, and pure Interpol's most elite female police officer naked, moaning in lust, being raped."
The phone rang, and Zheng Xiaoye answered it casually, saying in English, "Hello, who is this?"
A familiar and pleasant female voice came from the other end of the line. Although it was standard and fluent English, it was still clear that it was spoken by a Chinese person: "Officer Zheng, it's me."
Zheng Xiaoye was slightly taken aback, but immediately recognized Zhao Jianling's voice. Since she received the news from her insider that Zhao Jianling had been captured by the Nanyang Society, there had been no further news. At this moment, she naturally thought that if Zhao Jianling had already escaped danger, there was nothing to worry about. But if he was still not safe, it was very likely that he had been forced to fight by the thugs.
If it was the latter, it not only meant that Zhao Jianling's identity had been exposed, but also that a major change had occurred, and the severity of the problem was unimaginable. Thinking of this, she immediately pressed a few keys and simultaneously turned the phone to Mark.
She heard Zhao Jianling say, "Tomorrow, Fang Debiao and Mueller's gun deal will proceed as scheduled. Fang Debiao still hasn't seen through Flor's trap. How are your preparations going?"
Zheng Xiaoye couldn't help but feel slightly bewildered. She had already received news of Fang Debiao and Mueller's gun deal from her inside sources, but Flor was far away in L City. How could he be involved? But thinking of Zhao Jianling being trapped in that hellhole for a week, and having his identity exposed, he must have been brutally tortured and abused. This must be the opportunity she had been trying to find.
The policewoman casually replied, "We've made preparations as agreed and have been waiting for your news. How's it going on your end?"
Zhao Jianling said, "I can't say for sure about my situation right now, but I'll definitely participate in the operation as planned tomorrow. And I'll be in frequent contact with you beforehand."
Zheng Xiaoye said, "Okay, that's all for now. With your news, we can finally decide on the operation.
Be careful, I'll be waiting for your further updates."
After saying that, she hung up the phone, looked down at the pedestrians on the street outside the window, and fell into deep thought. Undoubtedly, this call indicated that Zhao Jianling was still a prisoner of the Nanyang Society, otherwise she wouldn't have made such a call. But undoubtedly, she was looking for an opportunity to escape. What exactly was her plan?
The office door was pushed open, and Zheng Xiaoye turned around to see Mark, the head of the North American West Coast branch of Interpol, entering.
Mark said, "Judging from that phone call, has Officer Zhao Jianling found a chance to escape?"
Zheng Xiaoye said, "Officer Zhao is an elite member of Interpol. Although she has been captured and is in their clutches, I think that with her experience, she can still make accurate judgments even in extreme situations. But whether she can find a chance to escape depends on whether we can correctly understand her intentions."
Mark said, "Judging from the current situation, the Nanyang Association already knows her identity. I really didn't expect things to turn out this way. The Nanyang Association and Fang Debiao suddenly became enemies, and Officer Zhao was unfortunately captured. Coincidentally, many members of the Nanyang Association are from Southeast Asia, making it relatively easier to gather information from there. Sigh..."
Zheng Xiaoye said, "But in any case, Officer Zhao has still found an opportunity. Flor has always been an enemy of Fang Debiao, and we learned about Mueller's gun deal with Fang Debiao a month ago. According to our information, these two things have never been connected before."
Mark said, "When she made the call, the criminals were naturally around Officer Zhao. It seems this is the story Officer Zhao devised. Hmm... the Nanyang Association captured Officer Zhao..." "An interrogation is definitely necessary, Officer Zhao must have found a way to convince them,"
Zheng Xiaoye said. "So, the police's plan should be to take advantage of the fight between Flor and Fang Debiao to wipe them out in one fell swoop. If both teams are eliminated, the entire West Coast underworld will be in chaos. If Nanyang happens to have ambitions, they won't miss such a good opportunity and let Flor easily succeed and grow stronger."
Mark said, "But judging from their tone, it seems that Nanyang intends to let Officer Zhao cooperate with us. If they dare to do so, they must have made preparations." "Otherwise, once we learn about the Nanyang Society's stronghold from her, their lives will be difficult."
Zheng Xiaoye said, "That's right. The Nanyang Society will definitely have its own arrangements, but Officer Zhao will also have her corresponding strategies. The situation is still unclear, and what we need to do is fully cooperate. Therefore, tomorrow's operation not only requires sufficient manpower, but also several teams. I am more inclined to guess that Officer Zhao's intention is that if we provide sufficient support, she plans to take this opportunity to eliminate the Nanyang Society first."
As soon as it was light, Boss Yang got out of bed. For him and the Nanyang Society he led, today would be an important day. Of course, as a price, he had to release a female Interpol officer who had been captured for a week. Of
course, everyone in the Nanyang Society would think that Zhao Jianling, with her delicate features and perfect figure, was the best target for being tied up and raped. He also knew how influential this most elite female officer of Interpol was in Southeast Asia. If his Nanyang Society wanted to develop in Southeast Asia, as long as he offered up this female prisoner, many prominent figures in the underworld would come to curry favor with him.
However, he neither wanted to keep such a dangerous figure by his side nor had any intention of expanding into Southeast Asia. After today, on the west coast of North America, the Nanyang Society would no longer be a silent organization. With the chaos in the underworld, the Nanyang Society would establish its position immediately.
He led several men into the torture chamber and saw the female police officer bound to the rack in a spread-eagle position.
Zhao Jianling's eyes were closed, still completely naked, her snow-white body now bearing numerous bruises, and the inner thighs of her shapely legs were covered with dried traces of semen and vaginal fluid.
Thinking of the arrangements made the previous night, he, usually quick-tempered, couldn't help but feel a little smug. That night, he had Zhao Jianling speak with Zheng Xiaoye again to confirm the time and meeting place for the operation. But afterwards, he didn't intend to simply let this naked female prisoner go; instead, he decided that before finally releasing her, he wouldn't even let her put on any clothes. Of course, the order couldn't be wrong; they had to wait until Zhao Jianling and Zheng Xiaoye had fully agreed on what to do the next day.
So, this elite female officer of Interpol was naked and bound to a rack by the thugs. After being injected with an aphrodisiac again, countless of Yang's men raped her, driving the naturally chaste officer to multiple breakdowns and orgasms during the brutal assault. The image of her struggling and groaning in pain still replayed in Yang's mind.
He waved his hand, and several thugs stepped forward, slapping Zhao Jianling to wake her from her slumber.
Then, several men untied the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, removing her from the rack.
Another man brought clothes to dress her.
Together, they dressed Zhao Jianling, then bound her arms behind her back.
Although the policewoman was highly skilled in martial arts, she was held captive by several burly men, unable to resist. She could only struggle desperately, glaring angrily at Boss Yang.
The thugs eventually tied her feet with a rope, leaving a foot's width of space between them for movement, and dragged her before Boss Yang. Boss Yang then ordered his men to take her to a large mirror, so Zhao Jianling could see her attire.
The thugs had dressed her in a light yellow tank top, revealing her bulging breasts and cleavage. The thin fabric neither concealed the curves of her firm breasts nor hid her small nipples. Her lower body was covered by a short skirt that barely covered half her thighs, exposing the long curves of her legs. Of course, for the policewoman who hadn't worn any clothes for a week, it was fortunate that her breasts and genitals were even covered.
Although Zhao Jianling was dressed in such attire, her delicate and unpretentious face and snow-white, translucent skin exuded a pure and virtuous aura. Standing gracefully, she evoked no lewd feelings whatsoever.
Seeing such a perfect combination of sexiness and chastity in her, the men couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Old Yang said, "Officer Zhao, you look both pure and sexy in this outfit. I've been with women, and there are many who are prettier than you. But none of them are as attractive as you."
Even Zhao Jianling herself had to admit that she looked radiant in this outfit. Normally, such compliments would have pleased the policewoman. But now, as an Interpol officer, she was a prisoner, and the one offering these compliments was none other than the bandit leader. What made her even more ashamed and indignant was that the previous night, she had been brutally raped countless times by the thugs.
Therefore, Zhao Jianling coldly said, "Enough with the nonsense! Since I have been captured by the Nanyang Association, I have no choice but to let you do as you please. However, if you want to succeed today, you should set off now."
Old Master Yang said, "Officer Zhao is indeed straightforward. In that case, let's get moving."
Zheng Xiaoye wore sunglasses, making it impossible to see her beautiful face at a glance. Her orange-red t-shirt and light brown suit pants accentuated her slender figure, unique to Eastern women. A tall blonde woman stood beside her; it was Officer Laura Prince.
Upon seeing Zhao Jianling appear, the two immediately went to meet her. Since it was unclear how many people knew Zhao Jianling's identity, only these two female officers who knew the truth came to meet her.
Having just escaped the den of iniquity, Zhao Jianling was only wearing a low-cut tank top and a short skirt, without even a bra or underwear underneath. Whether viewed from the neckline or the hem of the skirt, the most private parts of the female officer were completely exposed. Although she had been humiliated countless times, Zhao Jianling, who usually maintained a pure and innocent image, still did not want to be seen by men in this situation. Seeing that it was only Zheng Xiaoye and Laura, she felt somewhat at ease.
Looking at Zhao Jianling's attire and the faint red rope marks on her arms and ankles, Zheng Xiaoye knew that the elite policewoman had suffered humiliation and torture at the hands of the thugs in the Nanyang Association. As a policewoman who had also lost her virginity to thugs, she felt a faint sadness wash over her.
Laura spoke first, "Officer Zhao, we've arranged the manpower. What's next?
Just give the orders."
Zhao Jianling nodded and said, "The Nanyang Association believes Flor orchestrated the attack on Fang Debiao, and the police will take the opportunity to wipe out both groups. Boss Yang has already led a considerable number of men to wait at xx Street and xx Street. If anyone manages to escape, they will inevitably flee through these two locations, allowing them to eliminate them completely. Therefore, we need to send some police force to these two locations."
Zheng Xiaoye said, "It seems I guessed it was about right."
Zhao Jianling continued, "The Nanyang Association has two strongholds in S City, namely xx Street and xx Street. Please send two more groups..." Police forces are heading to these two locations. They're undoubtedly off guard now, so we need to act quickly; delays could lead to unforeseen circumstances. This way, we can eradicate the entire Nanyang Society. Besides, do you need any help?"
Zheng Xiaoye said, "You don't need to bother. We've already prepared a car. Officer Prince will take you to a safe place to rest in a bit. I'll take care of things here."
A blush crossed Zhao Jianling's fair face as she whispered, "Finally, ask them to search those two strongholds and destroy any videotapes they find."
Boss Yang and his men were lying in ambush in a van by the roadside, constantly contacting their accomplices waiting at another intersection via cell phone. The only news they received was that there was no movement whatsoever. However, Boss Yang wasn't worried, because he had personally witnessed Fang Debiao's convoy drive by. As long as they hadn't come out, they wouldn't just disappear. As for Flor and the police, they were plotting against the enemy and had probably been waiting there for a long time.
Yang Laoda had been in charge of the Nanyang Society for a long time, but his volatile temper remained unchanged, making his subordinates more fearful than authoritative. His composure this time was quite remarkable. Although Qi Lao Er, whom he admired and invited to join, was steady, shrewd, and capable, he hadn't expected that success would ultimately depend on him.
Right now, if everything went smoothly, he might not have to wait for Fang Debiao or Flor to appear. But if the police made a mistake, the Nanyang Society might have to resolve this final threat, at which point they could establish their position in the underworld and achieve great things.
Suddenly, the sharp sound of police sirens interrupted his thoughts. With the sound of gunfire, a subordinate standing outside the car door fell dead on the spot. Before Yang Laoda could react, he saw more than a dozen police cars swarming in, and in the distance, fully armed police officers were everywhere.
"Damn it! We've been tricked!" Yang Laoda realized something was wrong, but still didn't understand what had happened.
He hadn't expected Zhao Jianling to dare scheme against him. This was partly because the Nanyang Society possessed numerous videotapes of her being naked and humiliated, emboldening them, and partly because they felt the police's primary targets were Fang Debiao and Flor, and they shouldn't create any further complications. But little did he know that the entire operation was fabricated by the policewoman.
One of his men said, "Boss, let's go! Let's break out!"
They saw members of the Nanyang Society falling, shot repeatedly; several cowards had already surrendered. Two trusted men closed the car doors; one drove, the other protected Boss Yang, and the van sped towards the roadside bushes, ignoring the road conditions. Boss Yang
remained bewildered. Only after being reminded by his men did he remember to call Qi Lao Er. The videotape of the policewoman being raped was only meant to be a deterrent, like a nuclear weapon; if it were actually used, it would be a catastrophic situation. But regardless of whether he could escape this ordeal, this was the only thing he could do.
All Yang Laoda could hear from the phone was the ringing of the dial tone; no one answered. He dialed the number of his usual hideout, but got the same result. Only then did he remember that when he discussed this matter with Qi Lao Er the night before, Qi Lao Er had always had some doubts, and he regretted being too trusting.
He saw police officers surging outside the car, led by a beautiful Eastern woman. Her orange-red t-shirt and light brown suit pants had a modern feel, but also carried an indescribable classical beauty. Yang Laoda knew that this was Zheng Xiaoye, who was famous in North America. Under her leadership, the detectives got into the police cars and chased after them. At this moment, Yang Laoda had to admit that he and the entire Nanyang Society had reached the end of the road.
(XIII) Unpredictable Events
Zhao Jianling walked along the corridor, her heart surging. She had been undercover under Fang Debiao's command for a month and a half. Despite being one of Interpol's most elite female officers, she struggled to handle the dangers of undercover work.
In the past month and a half, she was captured three times by members of the Nanyang Society. Each time, her chaste nature led her to be stripped naked and brutally violated, to the point that she sometimes regretted being a woman.
Of course, the Nanyang Society no longer existed. The officer's resourcefulness allowed her to find an opportunity to fight back even while imprisoned and exposed. The strongholds of Yang Laoda and Qi Laoer were completely wiped out by the police. Yang Laoda fell into Zhao Jianling's trap, expecting to ambush a competitor of the Nanyang Society, but instead was surrounded and wiped out. His own car, trapped in the encirclement, plunged off a cliff.
But these events did not dispel the fear in the officer's heart. The disappearance of the Nanyang Society did not mean the elimination of danger.
As Fang Debiao's right-hand woman, she constantly had to deal with potential enemies—ruthless, armed, and desperate criminals. As an undercover police officer, she also had to prevent her identity from being exposed; otherwise, not only would the entire mission fail, but she herself would be captured and humiliated.
Since escaping danger two weeks ago, Zhao Jianling had been considering whether she should withdraw from this undercover operation. Given her background, she shouldn't have accepted such a mission. But considering Zheng Xiaoye's enthusiastic invitation and the necessities of the situation, she couldn't find a replacement. However, the current danger far exceeded her expectations, and what lay ahead?
Yet, she hadn't withdrawn yet, simply waiting for this simple meeting. Fang Debiao had previously let slip a hint about it. She had already paid a heavy price for waiting for this opportunity. And now that hope was finally in sight, even if she had to give up, it would be after this. Moreover, this mission might very well succeed. In any case, she felt this was a worthwhile opportunity to try before withdrawing.
Entering the conference room, she found everyone else already present. Besides Fang Debiao, five other people were seated, all key assistants under him. Only Uncle Ping had been sent to expand influence on the east coast of the United States and was not there. Because Zhao Jianling had saved Fang Debiao's life multiple times, everyone treated her with utmost respect, rising slightly to greet her upon her arrival.
After Zhao Jianling sat down, Fang Debiao began, "You are all my trusted followers who have served me for a long time, but there is something I have never told you. This meeting is about this matter, and I hope you will not take offense."
One of them smiled obsequiously, "Mr. Fang, what are you saying?"
Fang Debiao nodded and continued, "You have always thought I am your boss, but you don't realize that behind me is another figure, my true boss, our boss. Our strategic actions all require his approval, and we often receive his secret assistance."
One of his subordinates exclaimed in surprise, "Is that so? " "What happened? No wonder we encountered difficulties several times in the past, but ultimately seemed to have good luck and turned danger into safety."
Fang Debiao said, "Indeed, back then, Flor from L City almost stole all our business, but in the end, he let go of some of it, and that was because of his help."
Everyone hurriedly asked, "Who exactly is this person?"
Fang Debiao smiled and said, "Don't worry, everyone. You may have heard his name, but most of you probably won't guess who it is. I'll keep you in suspense for now, you'll meet him soon, and then you'll know who he is."
Zhao Jianling asked, "Will he come soon?"
Fang Debiao said, "That's right, he will arrive the day after tomorrow." "We're heading to S City. The Nanyang Society has been wiped out by the police, and there are no more enemies in S City's underworld who can challenge us. He's been waiting for this moment for five years, so of course he'll come. I invited everyone here today to arrange his arrival."
One of Fang Debiao's assistants asked doubtfully, "Arriving for him? A simple instruction would suffice; why go through all this trouble?"
Fang Debiao replied, "We owe our success to him. I'm very grateful to him, and you were unaware of this beforehand, so I had to bring you all here to hear about it. He'll arrive at W Lake by yacht the day after tomorrow, and I'll lead a group to meet him." "Please have Miss Zhao Yuefang stay here as well."
Zhao Jianling inwardly cried out in alarm. If she could go herself, and with Zheng Xiaoye and the others' cooperation, the mission might have ended smoothly. So she said, "Mr. Fang, I think it would be better if I went too. If anything goes wrong, I can still be of some use."
Fang Debiao said, "That's not necessary. Miss Zhao is intelligent and brave, and she is my most capable assistant. I have already told my boss about this. He specified that I will go to pick her up. You can just wait for us here."
Although Zhao Jianling was unwilling, she had no choice. If she insisted, she would not only fail to change Fang Debiao's mind, but also create the possibility of suspicion. The specific time and place would be known sooner or later. As long as she told Interpol about these details, she believed that Officer Mark and Zheng Xiaoye would be able to bring this mission to a successful conclusion.
The phone rang, and Zheng Xiaoye quickly answered, saying in English, "Hello, who is this?"
A familiar voice came from the other end, speaking in a foreign language: "Officer Zheng, we've made progress. Although I don't yet know who's behind Fang Debiao, I know he'll be arriving in S City the day after tomorrow."
Zheng Xiaoye couldn't hide her excitement, saying, "Great! His arrival is the best outcome. We can then capture him and Fang Debiao in one fell swoop, and our goal will be achieved."
At this point, she couldn't help but feel grateful for her statement two weeks ago. Two weeks ago, when Zhao Jianling had just escaped from the Nanyang Society and wiped it out, her superior, Mark, the leader of the North American West Coast branch, proposed ending the mission. The reason, of course, was that Zhao Jianling had been captured and humiliated multiple times, and the mission's difficulty far exceeded expectations.
Naturally, none of them wanted to see a pure, intelligent, and young policewoman like Zhao Jianling being ravaged and abused by criminals, but Zheng Xiaoye hoped that Zhao Jianling could persevere for a while longer. She astutely sensed that, with the downfall of the Nanyang Society, Fang Debiao had secured his position, and the mastermind behind him was highly likely to emerge at this time. Ultimately, the hesitant Zhao Jianling heeded her advice, and as it turned out, she was right.
Over the phone, Zhao Jianling said, "The day after tomorrow at eight o'clock, this mysterious figure will arrive at XX Wharf in the northwest of W Lake K Town by yacht. This is Fang Debiao's private wharf. Fang Debiao will personally lead a group to greet him. I think this is a very suitable time to act."
Zheng Xiaoye frowned slightly and said, "The day after tomorrow at eight o'clock? That's quite a coincidence. The president of K country will be visiting S City at that time, and Officer Mark will be leading a large number of Interpol officers to protect him. However, this is indeed a good opportunity that cannot be missed."
Zhao Jianling said, "That's right. Actually, I originally wanted to go too, but Fang Debiao insisted that I stay behind and refused. Otherwise, with me as an inside man, I could greatly help you."
Zheng Xiaoye said, "That's not necessary. Although Fang Debiao has power, I don't take him seriously." Although our strength is limited, we can still spare about ten men. After all, our men are much stronger than theirs. We can launch an ambush, which will be enough to offset our numerical disadvantage.”
Zhao Jianling said, “You sound quite confident. So, this mission will be over soon?”
Zheng Xiaoye smiled and said, “To say I’m confident is too early. Whether it will succeed depends on how many men that mysterious figure brought. If the other side is too powerful, then I will have to avoid confrontation for the time being. Officer Zhao, just wait and see. If Fang Debiao returns with that mysterious figure, it means I didn’t make a move. If they don’t return, you’ll have to figure it out yourself.”
Zhao Jianling said, “Okay. Be careful then. I’ll find a chance to inform you if things change. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye!”
Zheng Xiaoye hung up the phone, her face immediately darkening. Although it sounded easy, it wasn’t so simple in practice. After thinking for a while, she picked up the phone again and dialed Officer Mark’s internal line.
The clock had just struck eight, but as time ticked by, Zhao Jianling waited with growing anxiety. Would Zheng Xiaoye succeed? Of course, she could have taken it easier. If Fang Debiao and the mysterious figure were arrested by the police, everything would be over. She could then find a way to escape, and everything would be fine.
However, even if Zheng Xiaoye didn't make a move, her mission would be completed quickly. Finding out the mysterious figure's identity was enough; the rest could be handled by the North American branch of Interpol, since she was only temporarily filling in. If this person stayed in S City for a day or two, Interpol might have the opportunity to gather enough forces to raid the city.
Although there were still some uncertainties, the room for change was very small. For some reason, the policewoman had an ominous premonition, casting a shadow over her heart, though she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
Sitting quietly in the room with her were two of Fang Debiao's key subordinates. Unlike Zhao Jianling, who was idly flipping through a fashion magazine, the two men sat at opposite ends of the table, playing chess with great enthusiasm, their mutual accusations and mockery echoing through the air.
Just then, the phone rang. Zhao Jianling's heart skipped a beat, because this phone was reserved for Fang Debiao's communication. The fact that it was ringing meant something had happened. The person who had just made a move in chess casually walked to the side and picked up the phone.
After a greeting, the person fell silent and listened quietly. The policewoman's beautiful eyes immediately widened, staring intently at the person answering the phone, trying to discern what had occurred. But after only a few words, the person pointed the receiver at Zhao Jianling, clearly indicating that she should take the call.
Zhao Jianling picked up the phone and heard Fang Debiao's voice: "Miss Zhao, something's happened on my end. My boss changed his plans at the last minute, so my men and I couldn't find him. His latest request is that we all go to a secluded place, a place we don't usually go. So we plan to head to that area near S Waterfall. Please bring the rest of the men, leaving only ten capable men behind."
It seemed an unexpected change had occurred. Zhao Jianling frowned slightly and asked, "The area by S Lake? I don't know that place."
Fang Debiao replied on the phone ... He said, "This is a piece of land we reserved as a precaution, something my boss suggested and funded. We hadn't told anyone before, so most of us here don't know it exists. Luckily, Brother Fan Wenchao knows where it is; he can lead the way, and you can take everyone there."
Zhao Jianling said, "Okay, that's settled then. I'll go assign the people to stay here and then bring the others over."
Fan Wenchao was the leader who had answered the phone first. As soon as the policewoman hung up, he said:
“Miss Zhao, we can start preparing now. I'll lead everyone there. But why do you think Mr. Fang and our boss did this? Has something unexpected happened?”
Zhao Jianling knew, of course, that something unexpected had happened, but she calmly replied, “I don’t know. The boss and Uncle Fang have their reasons for doing this; we just need to follow them. As for whether something unexpected happened, we’ll find out when we get there.”
In front of these people, that was all she could say, but the policewoman was more eager than anyone to know what had happened. If this mysterious figure had really changed his plans suddenly, wouldn’t Zheng Xiaoye have come up empty-handed?
What made this mysterious figure change his plans? Could it be that Zheng Xiaoye wasn’t careful enough in making the arrangements, and the information was leaked, allowing the other party’s informants within the police force to get it beforehand?
Zhao Jianling immediately gathered Fang Debiao’s subordinates, carrying out his orders while constantly pondering the questions in her mind.
“Bang!” “Bang!” Gunshots rang out. Zheng Xiaoye glanced at the situation in the darkness, a hint of melancholy appearing on her classically beautiful face. At first, she thought it was one of her subordinates who had lost their composure and fired, but judging from the current situation, it was the enemy's weapon. She needed to determine what had gone wrong.
The main objective of this operation was to ambush and arrest Fang Debiao and the mysterious figure behind him. Zheng Xiaoye personally led the operation, deploying ten of her men. These ten male officers were all experienced, armed, and skilled in hand-to-hand combat, originally intending to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop. However, they hadn't expected the situation to turn out this way.
The female officer chose this secluded location for the ambush, partly because the dense forests provided good concealment, and partly because it was a crucial route from XX Wharf to S City. Although it was dark, the elevated position allowed the police to assess the enemy's strength before deciding whether to attack. She clearly saw Fang Debiao's convoy drive past the hillside at 7:30, but there was no further movement from the enemy until the gunfire erupted.
Zheng Xiaoye and her ten men were spread out, their main targets being the mysterious figure and Fang Debiao, a strategy designed to prevent their main targets from escaping in the chaos. However, judging from the current situation, the gunfire indicated that the criminals had discovered the police's intentions and acted first. Their dispersed forces had ironically facilitated the criminals' attack.
Interpol had already anticipated the enemy's superior numbers, and now they seemed to have the upper hand. The policewoman was certain that if they didn't retreat now, the consequences would be dire. However, her walkie-talkies were either unreachable or only provided faint, indistinct sounds.
Suddenly, several bright beams of light swept towards the bushes where she was hiding, instantly locking onto Zheng Xiaoye's slender figure, followed by gunfire. Zhao Jianling quickly lay down, dodging a burst of gunfire, and fired two shots at the source of the beam. She heard a man's curse, indicating someone had been wounded.
The policewoman continued trying to contact her subordinates, but the signal was intermittent and unclear. Only two people responded, but it was enough to show that the situation was completely out of control. Suddenly, she heard a whooshing sound behind her. Zheng Xiaoye couldn't help but lament her negligence; she had forgotten that since their hiding place was exposed, the criminals would naturally try to surround them.
She was tackled, but she quickly elbowed the criminal, causing him to release his grip. In the darkness, Zheng Xiaoye didn't know how many people had arrived, and she quickly dodged to the side. In an instant, the ambushed policewoman took two punches and a kick from the criminals, losing her pistol and walkie-talkie, but she still managed to break through the encirclement and disappear into the dense bushes.
Lights came on at her hiding place; the criminals, seemingly believing she had escaped, began to discuss the situation.
"It's said that woman is Zheng Xiaoye, the famous senior officer of the North American branch of Interpol. The Nanyang Gang was destroyed by her. Her skills are indeed extraordinary; she disappeared in the blink of an eye."
"Really? She looks quite young."
"Hmph! What extraordinary skills? She still got kicked by me. Look, even her pistol is here. What a complete rout."
"The boss said we should capture them alive tonight. Interpol really did get advance warning and wanted to ambush us. It seems Fang Debiao was too careless. We must capture these Interpol officers this time to find out the source of their information."
Zheng Xiaoye was quite puzzled. What exactly happened? Judging from the current situation, it's possible that the information was leaked, and an insider within the police force was able to tip them off, so the criminals were prepared, while the Interpol officers were caught off guard. But this whole thing was arranged by her, and very few people knew about it. She thought about it repeatedly but couldn't figure out where things went wrong.
"Besides, this Officer Zheng is quite handsome, and has a good physique. If we catch him alive, we can all have some fun. Haha!"
A lewd laugh rang out. Although Zheng Xiaoye was furious, there was nothing she could do. The lights went out, and the thugs' voices faded into the distance.
The policewoman finally cautiously emerged from the bushes into a slightly open area of the woods. Losing her pistol was secondary; losing her walkie-talkie meant she couldn't contact anyone. The thugs hadn't mentioned the walkie-talkie, which made her consider trying her luck. She
groped around on the ground and found it! Before Zheng Xiaoye could even rejoice, all the lights suddenly came on, exposing the policewoman again. The thugs' cunning had surprised her; they hadn't left but remained in place, waiting. She stood up, somewhat bewildered. After all, the enemy had guns, and she was unarmed; continuing to resist wouldn't end well.
About twenty assailants appeared around her. Under the bright lights, the young Interpol female officer's hair was tied in a ponytail; she wore an orange-red short-sleeved t-shirt and light brown suit trousers, her slender feet clad in flesh-colored stockings and black sandals. At that moment, more than ten assailants pounced on Zheng Xiaoye, launching an attack. The policewoman was instantly surrounded.
Suddenly, Zheng Xiaoye realized where her hope lay. Because the assailants intended to capture her alive, they hadn't used firearms. These dozen or so assailants weren't particularly frightening to Zheng Xiaoye.
If it were daytime, there would be little hope, because even if she could defeat these assailants, the others would still use guns against her, resulting in either being killed or wounded and captured. But now, in the darkness, if she could fight her way out, she could completely avoid danger.
The policewoman's exceptional fighting skills were on full display; in just two minutes, more than ten thugs were thrown into disarray. Suddenly, four men were knocked down from one direction, and the policewoman easily broke through the encirclement, disappearing into the night.
Finally, three of her subordinates reunited with Zheng Xiaoye. Although two had lost contact and were presumed dead, the other five had confirmed via walkie-talkie that they were in a fierce battle. Initially, they had thought the nighttime operation would provide the mysterious figure and Fang Debiao with a chance to escape, but now they were thankful for it. All
three Interpol agents who broke through were wounded, while only the policewoman was unharmed. She collected the last remaining gun from her subordinates, notified the wounded to return and request reinforcements, and then disappeared into the darkness to rescue the others.
Walking through the bushes, Zheng Xiaoye saw lights flashing in the distance and heard a commotion. Through the walkie-talkie, she already knew the approximate location of the five trapped male detectives. The criminals had clearly anticipated police reinforcements, thus forcing them to move in the opposite direction from S City. This caused the policewoman considerable trouble, but judging from the current situation, they would arrive soon.
The policewoman cautiously crept to the scene of the incident, where she found a group of over thirty criminals. Five of them were carrying flashlights, illuminating the fight scene. Another dozen or so remained still, occupying key positions around the perimeter. The remaining dozen or so surrounded five Interpol officers, engaged in a fierce struggle.
While these Interpol officers were not as skilled as Zheng Xiaoye, they were still quite capable, and normally five of them could easily handle over a dozen. However, the five officers were now covered in blood and their movements were erratic, clearly indicating gunshot wounds; no wonder the criminals weren't in a hurry. The policewoman quickly devised a rescue strategy.
Suddenly, a gunshot pierced the night sky. The criminals, intending to capture the wounded police officers for interrogation, had abandoned their plans to use firearms. Hearing the gunshots, they knew their reinforcements had arrived. One of the criminals, holding a flashlight, screamed and fell to the ground. Ten criminals who hadn't yet attacked immediately moved towards the source of the gunfire.
Just two minutes later, with no movement from the deployed criminals and their forces scattered, the gunshots rang out again. This time, the bullets accurately struck the criminals holding flashlights. Instantly, the area where the police officers had fought the criminals was plunged into darkness.
Taking advantage of the darkness, Zheng Xiaoye, who had already assessed the situation, immediately rushed into the encirclement. Time was of the essence, as the previously scattered criminals would soon return, and with their superior numbers, even with the policewoman's excellent martial arts skills, she risked capture if surrounded. Her pistol was out of ammunition; the rest would have to be dealt with through hand-to-hand combat.
Zheng Xiaoye's fighting skills, normally enough to handle about twenty enemies, were significantly reduced due to exhaustion, but the situation was immediately turned around. Moreover, in the darkness, the criminals' numerical advantage was negligible.
"Follow me!"
Her clear voice ignited hope in the wounded detectives. With their morale rising, led by the policewoman, they dragged their injured bodies and finally broke through the encirclement.
Faint starlight illuminated the dark night. The caw of a night crow in the forest awakened the five wounded Interpol officers who had rested for less than two hours. They saw Zheng Xiaoye alone, one hand supporting herself on a tree trunk, standing in front, gazing into the distant dense forest.
Her thin summer clothes outlined the beautiful figure of the senior Interpol policewoman. Her trousers, clearly torn from a night spent venturing into the jungle, revealed several rips, exposing her fair skin.
What was shocking was that a large tear was located on the left buttock. Unfortunately, the policewoman's underwear was narrow, and through the tear, her round, smooth buttocks were completely exposed. Although it was dark, the moonlight made it clearly visible.
The male detectives all noticed this. Normally, Zheng Xiaoye dressed extremely conservatively. Because she didn't wear skirts, those who worked with her had never even seen her legs. They never imagined that their conservative female boss would have her buttocks exposed. They exchanged glances, unsure if she even noticed, but dared not say anything.
Zheng Xiaoye turned around and said, "Everyone's awake. It seems the situation is bad; they're forcing us away from S City. We should get out of here as soon as possible. What's worse, my gun is out of bullets."
Just then, a commotion arose nearby.
"Something's wrong! Someone's coming!" a detective exclaimed.
Zheng Xiaoye calmly replied, "You guys go first. I'll hold them off. They'll be here soon."
With that, the dashing policewoman ran towards the source of the noise. The five Interpol agents stared at her slender back and the white skin of her buttocks exposed through the tear in her trousers, speechless.
Seventeen thugs arrived in total. At the leader's command, eight of his men immediately surrounded the policewoman, while the other eight headed straight for Zheng Xiaoye, clearly guessing that five injured Interpol agents were nearby.
"Take them alive!"
Zheng Xiaoye struggled to fend off the attacks of the eight burly men, feeling her strength waning. Already exhausted, she became even more weary, her movements slowing considerably.
To her, eight thugs were nothing; she could usually cripple them in a short time. But in the current situation, she could only occasionally take down one, unable to continue the pursuit as the others were relentlessly engaged.
In fact, the thugs had anticipated that this elite policewoman had expended considerable energy in her numerous fights. Therefore, upon discovering the Interpol agents' location, although there were only seventeen of them, they launched an attack with unwavering confidence. The injured male officers were naturally no match for her; subduing Zheng Xiaoye would guarantee a decisive victory.
Moreover, as the fight progressed, almost everyone noticed the tear in the policewoman's suit trousers at the buttocks. Due to the vigorous movements during the fight, the tear was wide open, revealing her snow-white left buttock clearly, making it even more arousing.
Within minutes, Zheng Xiaoye, still struggling, was panting heavily. A few strands of her hair, which hadn't been tied up, were disheveled, and she was drenched in sweat. At first, she had been able to parry her opponent's punches and kicks and seize opportunities to counterattack, but now she was completely outmaneuvered and had nowhere to escape. A single misstep would mean certain capture. Everyone could see that she was at her limit, on the verge of collapse, and her capture was only a matter of time.
The policewoman concentrated her main counterattack on one side, gradually retreating towards a large tree along the path she had come from. After holding out for a while, she found a gap in the encirclement and rolled behind the tree. Knowing she was unlikely to escape in this situation, the thugs, already confident, didn't panic and immediately gave chase.
Unexpectedly, after rolling, Zheng Xiaoye half-crouched, revealing a pistol in her hand, slightly raising her arm in a firing stance. The thugs, seeing the policewoman fighting hand-to-hand, assumed she was out of ammunition and had only engaged her in hand-to-hand combat. They never expected she had hidden the gun behind the tree and was only now taking it out.
Without a second thought, the thugs scattered and took cover, simultaneously drawing their previously concealed guns, using their own cunning to escape the encirclement. Zheng Xiaoye secretly felt lucky and, taking advantage of the opportunity, disappeared into the bushes.
(XIV) Night Interrogation of Zheng Xiaoye
The criminals finally realized that the Interpol officers had run out of ammunition. If they had been able to use guns from the start, they would have already engaged in a firefight. Just as they were regretting being too nervous and deceived, they suddenly heard a gunshot, followed by a woman's scream.
"Ah..."
Zheng Xiaoye had just slipped into the bushes when she heard the gunshot and felt a sharp pain in her left leg; she had been shot. It turned out that the leader, who had been monitoring the situation without making a move, had decisively raised his gun and fired when he saw the policewoman about to escape again. The criminals who had been deceived earlier, seeing a chance, rushed forward.
After being hit hard, Zheng Xiaoye staggered forward a few steps. The fatigue of the past few days, the exhaustion of her strength, the bullet wound in her left leg, and the loss of balance left this highly skilled policewoman completely defenseless for a moment. Immediately, fists and feet rained down on her beautifully sculpted body.
Finally losing her balance, Zheng Xiaoye collapsed to the ground, her arms landing on the floor in front of her head as she tried to get up. The hem of her bright orange t-shirt rode up as she stretched her arms, revealing the thin black belt of her suit trousers, which had previously been covered. A breathtakingly slender waist, like white jade, was now exposed to the men's eyes.
The thugs' eyes gleamed with lust. Zheng Xiaoye was handsome, elegant, and had a curvaceous figure; her occasionally exposed buttocks were enough to stir the hearts of men. Now, seeing her about to be captured, and with a section of her flawless body exposed, they couldn't help but feel a desire to violate her.
Two men grabbed the policewoman's ankles, lifting her legs off the ground and spreading them apart. Zheng Xiaoye frantically tried to grab the ground with her hands, feeling her body being dragged backward.
As the ground rubbed against her skin, the hem of her undershirt rolled up, gradually revealing her smooth, silky body to everyone's eyes.
"This policewoman's body is so white."
The thugs were used to seeing Western women's naked bodies, but Zheng Xiaoye's delicate skin, unique to an Eastern woman, attracted each of them, further fueling their sadistic lust. The two thugs holding the policewoman's legs took turns kicking her genitals.
"Oh! Ugh!"
Zheng Xiaoye groaned repeatedly, her face contorted in pain. She never imagined the thugs would use such vile methods; unbearable pain surged from her genitals. The policewoman's body convulsed, wanting to groan loudly to release the unbearable pain, but remembering her injured subordinates fighting other thugs, she knew that if they knew she had been captured, they would be psychologically devastated and have no hope of escape. Therefore, she could only desperately endure it.
Seeing that the policewoman was unable to resist, the other three men became excited. Two of them grabbed her arms, completely eliminating her room for resistance, while the other squatted beside her, reaching for the tear in her pants.
"Ah!" It wasn't
until her fingers traced her firm buttocks that Zheng Xiaoye realized there was a tear in her pants at the buttocks. Because her underwear was too small, it could only cover a small part of her inner skin, meaning everyone could see her buttocks. She couldn't help but groan in shame.
Like Zhao Jianling, she was chaste by nature, but she dressed even more conservatively than Zhao Jianling. Even in the hot summer, the only exposed parts were her arms. Although she was a well-known female Interpol agent in North America, her luck was much better than Zhao Jianling's. Unlike Zhao Jianling, who was captured repeatedly, she was only captured once, a year after her debut when she was just starting to make a name for herself, and once when she rescued Zhao Jianling in V country.
Although she was subjected to prolonged torture during her first capture, that was all in the past. Moreover, the two men who captured her before did so because they admired her and wanted to possess her, not because they wanted to oppose the police. But this time was completely different. These thugs were her current enemies, all wanting to extract valuable information from her. Humiliation was just a means to an end, and being touched on the buttocks was just the beginning.
"Haha! This policewoman is showing off her white buttocks to men."
The highly skilled policewoman had been completely subdued by the thugs. The man's hands reached down to her waist and grabbed and squeezed wantonly. The lewd fingers kept groping Zheng Xiaoye's exposed, pure and innocent body, and every grab and squeeze made her feel pain and shame at the same time.
The pain in her lower body kept assaulting her nerves, and Zheng Xiaoye felt the thug who had been groping her straddle her buttocks, his hands sliding from her back to her abdomen, embracing her fair and slender waist, and slightly lifting her prone body, feeling the smoothness of her skin.
The thugs' hands gradually slid upwards, until they reached the area covered by the hem of her t-shirt, and then they rolled it up further, revealing more and more of the policewoman's body until even the straps of her orange bra came into view.
"No! Stop!"
Even this elite female officer from Interpol could not suppress her panic. Naturally chaste, she felt ashamed to expose her body to a man, especially now that her bra was exposed. The man's hands had already lifted the bottom edge of Zheng Xiaoye's bra cups, touching her bulging pectoral muscles, and continued to move upwards, heading towards the tips of her breasts.
Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps sounded. "The boss has given orders: everyone stop. Officer Zheng needs to be taken back for questioning; don't touch her now."
Receiving the order, the thugs could only forcibly suppress their lust and drag the disheveled Zheng Xiaoye from the ground. The valiant policewoman's hands were roughly tied behind her back by the thugs, and then she was pushed backwards to the ground.
Although her legs weren't bound, her slender ankles were held by two thugs, forcing them apart.
Her top had been pulled down slightly, finally covering her bra, but her lower body remained completely exposed. Her beautiful face, smooth, snow-white skin, and slender waist all exuded a classical elegance, inspiring fantasies yet preventing any physical contact.
One of the thugs, consumed by lust, stomped on the policewoman's genitals, rubbing them forcefully.
"Ah..."
The resilient Zheng Xiaoye finally couldn't bear it any longer, letting out a piercing scream that tore through the air.
This was a conference room that could hold ten people, but only six were seated there. In the center of the oval table sat an elderly man in his sixties, but with remarkable vigor. He had a typical Western face, a high nose with a hooked tip, and the sharp light flashing in his deep blue eyes made him seem like a hawk that, though old, was still sharp.
Fang Debiao sat to the left of the old man, while Zhao Jianling and Fan Wenchao sat to Fang Debiao's side.
Opposite them were the old man's two important subordinates, one Asian and one Western. Each person had a cup of coffee in front of them, emitting a rich aroma.
Zhao Jianling already knew that this mysterious figure was Dr. George Bobran, the founder of a recently emerging high-tech company in S Valley, USA. The policewoman had only heard that he was a graduate of a prestigious university and had a successful career, enjoying considerable reputation in both academia and industry; she hadn't expected him to be a mafia tycoon. Perhaps due to his association with Fang Debiao, the man spoke fluent Chinese. His two subordinates also appeared quite capable and not to be underestimated.
Fang Debiao said, "Dr. Bobran, what are you waiting for? It's getting late. Anything can be done tomorrow. Why not get some rest?"
Dr. Bobran laughed and said, "Hahaha. Please prepare a cup of coffee for everyone. That means we won't rest tonight; we'll be working through the night. But to get things done, we need everyone to arrive first."
Fang Debiao asked doubtfully, "Who are we waiting for? When will they arrive?"
Dr. Bobran said, "Well, don't worry about that now. You'll find out later. It might even be a surprise for you."
As he finished speaking, a sudden glint flashed in his eyes, sweeping across Zhao Jianling's face. Although the policewoman was seasoned and had seen it all, she still felt Dr. Bobran's gaze was so sharp, as if he could see right through her. She couldn't help but lower her head.
Zhao Jianling was also asking the same question Fang Debiao had asked. The situation that night had completely deviated from expectations. Of course, she had no idea what had happened on Zheng Xiaoye's end. At this moment, all she could think about was how to report the new situation to Zheng Xiaoye.
Just then, a cell phone rang in the room. The Westerner working for Dr. Bobran immediately took out his phone to answer it.
Dr. Bobran spoke in a mix of English and Chinese: "You Chinese have a saying, 'Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.' See, here they are! Alright, let's go out and meet them. Also, this conference room is no longer needed tonight; we'll find another place later."
The group filed out of the conference room and headed out of the building. As soon as they stepped out the door, they saw a group of people led by several thugs approaching. Among these leaders were both Fang Debiao's men and Dr. Bobran's men, indicating that the defense here was shared by both sides. Among this
group, the two leading figures seemed to be the leaders. One was a burly black man, while the other appeared to be injured, with a cast on his arm and bandages covering his face, leaving only his eyes visible.
Zhao Jianling glanced at them and felt that they looked somewhat familiar, but couldn't remember where she had seen them before. Before she could observe further, the policewoman's gaze was drawn to and shocked by the people behind her.
Following closely behind were two thugs, one in front and one behind, carrying a horizontal bamboo pole. Zheng Xiaoye, a senior officer from the North American branch of Interpol, was bound to this pole in a four-legged, saddle-like position. Zhao Jianling then realized that Zheng Xiaoye had been captured alive. Behind Zheng Xiaoye, six other men, covered in blood and also bound, were being escorted forward.
Fang Debiao couldn't help but beam with delight, saying, "Dr. Bobran, you are indeed incredibly resourceful. This Officer Zheng, relying on the power of Interpol, is quite capable himself. He has always been against us, ruining many of our plans. I never expected him to be caught today."
As he spoke, he walked to one side of the bamboo pole, reached out and grabbed Zheng Xiaoye's chin, turning her head to his side. Her handsome, classically beautiful face was filled with a calm and collected expression, without the slightest fear.
The policewoman's upper body was tightly bound with hemp rope and secured to a bamboo pole with another black leather belt. Her shoes and socks had been removed, revealing her slender, beautiful feet, which were bare, with another rope tightly binding her ankles. Zheng Xiaoye's calves were folded back, and the thugs used another rope to tie her already bound hands and feet together, forming a four-legged, upside-down position.
The hem of her orange-red undershirt was turned up, exposing the policewoman's white, jade-like abdomen and small navel. This was the first time Zhao Jianling had seen Zheng Xiaoye naked in front of a man. Her left trouser leg was rolled up to her knee, and her fair calf was wrapped in white bandages, but bright red bloodstains still peeked through the bandages, a shocking sight.
Dr. Bobran said, "Mr. Fang, we're going to interrogate this policewoman tonight. There's important information we need to get out of her as soon as possible."
Dr. Bobran led the way, followed closely by Fang Debiao, as the thugs escorted the captured Interpol officers into the torture chamber. Zhao Jianling knew, of course, that Zheng Xiaoye was doomed to be violated by the thugs. Although she didn't want to watch, she had no choice but to follow.
The thugs first handcuffed several male Interpol officers to the walls on either side of the torture chamber. Then they untied the captured policewoman from the bamboo pole. The ropes binding Zheng Xiaoye's hands and feet were first loosened, followed by the rope around her ankles. Although Zheng Xiaoye was quite skilled with her feet, she was barefoot and posed little threat. Her left leg was injured, making it difficult for her to even stand, so the thugs were unfazed.
Having just gained a small amount of freedom, the policewoman struggled to her feet, causing the hem of her previously rolled-up blouse to fall down, covering her exposed abdomen. Immediately, two thugs grabbed her arms, which were bound behind her back, and dragged her to Dr. Bobran.
Dr. Bobran lifted Zheng Xiaoye's face and said, "Officer Zheng, I've long admired your name. Tonight, I was supposed to be your target. But unfortunately, you lost. Now, it's my turn to enjoy the rights of the victor. Who told you I would be arriving in S City tonight?"
Zheng Xiaoye didn't directly answer Dr. Bobran's question, saying, "I never imagined that the mysterious figure behind Fang Debiao would be you. With your current status and achievements, why aren't you satisfied, and instead choose this line of work?"
A crisp "slap" rang out. Dr. Bobran raised his hand, and a heavy slap landed on the policewoman's left cheek. Zheng Xiaoye's handsome face turned to the right, then back, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Dr. Bobran said, "Officer Zheng, you'd better answer my questions honestly now. I like people answering my questions, not asking me them. And don't forget, you're in my hands now. If you want to live comfortably, tell me what you know."
Zheng Xiaoye coldly replied, "I never answer questions under threat. Yes, you've captured me, but you won't know anything. What can you do? You can just kill me!"
Fang Debiao, who was listening nearby, angrily shouted, "You stinking policewoman! You dare to talk back? Beat her up first, let her wake up."
The two thugs holding the policewoman were Dr. Bobran's men, but seeing that their leader had no reaction, they knew he had tacitly agreed with Fang Debiao's opinion. So the two immediately clenched their free hands into fists and punched Zheng Xiaoye hard in the abdomen.
The policewoman's delicate face contorted slightly, her bound upper body arching back sharply, but she remained silent. Seeing her defiance, the two thugs each landed a punch. Fang Debiao, seeing that only two men were fighting, felt they were outnumbered and waved his hand. Immediately, his four henchmen swarmed forward.
In an instant, six men began punching and kicking the bound policewoman, raining blows upon her unprotected body. The two who had been holding her loosened their grip, and Zheng Xiaoye was thrown about like a sandbag, groaning repeatedly until she finally collapsed to the ground, convulsing, blood streaming from her mouth. Seeing
her horrific state, the other Interpol officers, also captured, were horrified. These ruthless killers, though ruthless in their own right, were horrified to see a seemingly frail young policewoman withstand such brutal beatings without yielding or even uttering a sound.
George Boblan stepped forward, grabbed her arm, and dragged her to her feet. Already bound and unable to resist, the policewoman was now even more powerless against the beating, forced to allow Dr. Boblan to press her face down onto a table.
At this moment, Dr. Bobran noticed the tear in her pants at the buttocks and reached inside, touching her as he said, "Officer Zheng, your buttocks are quite white. If you don't confess, we'll show them to everyone, how about that?"
Zheng Xiaoye was both ashamed and angry, and cursed, "You beast!"
Before she could finish speaking, Bobran reached under the hem of her blouse and grabbed her pants, pulling them down. The policewoman's suit pants and underwear were ripped off, all the way down to her knees. Her full buttocks, two snow-white thighs, and a thick tuft of pubic hair peeking out from under her buttocks were all displayed to the criminals.
Apart from her two previous captures, Zheng Xiaoye had never exposed any part of her skin other than her face and arms to men. She never expected that this time, after being captured by the criminals, not only were her feet and waist bare, but now even her lower body was exposed. The thugs, unaware of the situation, didn't think much of it. The male Interpol officers, however, saw the policewoman's buttocks and thighs. Although they knew they shouldn't be looking, they all stared wide-eyed.
After a minute, Dr. Bobran pulled up her pants, covering her lower body, and said, "How about it?
Don't think that just because you're an elite Interpol officer, I'll be afraid of you. Want to experience being interrogated naked by men? If not, tell me who informed you."
Unexpectedly, Zheng Xiaoye still replied, "Beast!"
Dr. Bobran waved his hand and said, "Tie her to that rack and strip her naked!"
The thugs, receiving the order, rushed forward and dragged Zheng Xiaoye to the rack. They first firmly grasped the policewoman's wrists and ankles before untying the ropes binding her upper body, taking into account Zheng Xiaoye's exceptional skills and the fact that her injuries were limited to her legs. Next, the men pinned down the struggling policewoman and tied her to the rack in a spread-eagle position.
Then, they began tearing off her clothes. Zheng Xiaoye, a resourceful and courageous policewoman from Interpol, was bound and unable to move, stripped naked in front of the criminals and her own men. Despite her outward gentleness, she remained calm, her eyes fixed on the criminals. Though a hint of shyness crossed her face, she showed no sign of wavering or weakness, only a slight tremor from extreme shame.
The policewoman's thin undershirt and trousers were quickly torn to shreds. Her shoulders, cleavage, stomach, waist, and legs were exposed, leaving her only in an orange bra and panties. But Zheng Xiaoye's eyes were sharp, filled with a burning rage, staring directly at the criminals who had made her naked in public. Seeing her gaze, the criminals felt a chill and turned to look at Dr. Bobran.
Dr. Bobran said calmly, "Strip her completely! Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
After speaking, the thugs, under Zheng Xiaoye's sharp gaze, could only strip off her bra and panties, leaving the policewoman completely naked. Her breasts were full and smooth, like overturned porcelain bowls, with two nipples like red grapes set in the center of her hemispheres, and a patch of dark pubic hair between her legs. All the men stared intently at her breasts and genitals, their gazes greedily fixed.
Dr. Bobran grinned lewdly and stepped forward, his hands climbing onto Zheng Xiaoye's naked breasts. With his movements, the policewoman's round, full breasts changed shape as if being kneaded, making the men present feel breathless.
Dr. Bobran, still speaking in his usual nonchalant tone, said, "Officer Zheng has a pretty good physique. Isn't it better to be naked like this? Why bother dressing so warmly? Officer Zheng, are you feeling cool now? If you're cold, I have two solutions. First, tell me what I want to know, and I'll have them dress you..."
Zheng Xiaoye firmly replied, "You beast! Go ahead and use your second method! Even if you kill me, you'll never learn the secrets of Interpol."
Dr. Bobran snorted coldly and waved his hand. Immediately, two thugs brought in a bucket of water, with whip tips hanging from the side—clearly whips soaked in salt water. Although Zheng Xiaoye had been captured before, those captors had only been after her beauty; this was her first time being interrogated naked. Seeing the instruments of torture brought out, even a seasoned policewoman like her couldn't help but feel fear, though she didn't show it outwardly.
The two thugs each grabbed a whip tip and dragged the salt-water-soaked whips from the bucket. Seeing the naked policewoman remain calm, the two men were seized by a desire to ravage her. They exchanged a glance and raised their arms. The sounds of "crack," "crack," echoed as the whips lashed across Zheng Xiaoye's snow-white body.
With each lash, the policewoman's naked body convulsed, leaving a dark red welt on her fair skin. Salt water seeped into the broken wounds, sending waves of burning pain through her. Although it was her first time being subjected to such severe torture, Zheng Xiaoye gritted her teeth and didn't utter a single groan.
Dr. Bobran and Fang Debiao, while not new to interrogating female prisoners, were certainly not new to interrogating a policewoman. Previously, when they interrogated women from rival gangs, they had always easily extracted information through torture.
Although they knew Zheng Xiaoye wouldn't confess easily, they never expected her, despite her seemingly frail appearance, to be so strong. At the same time, witnessing such a thrilling scene, they couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
Zhao Jianling, however, sighed inwardly. Her own experience told her from the moment she saw Zheng Xiaoye captured that she would face humiliation and that torture was just the beginning. But the policewoman's silent endurance was a test of willpower and physical strength far exceeding what could be expressed through loud groans. Knowing this would reduce Zheng Xiaoye's chances of escape, she couldn't think of anything to say to prompt her.
The whip selectively struck the policewoman's abdomen and thighs; clearly, the group didn't want to leave her full breasts bloodied and unsightly. In less than a minute, after a dozen lashes, the excruciating pain overwhelmed Zheng Xiaoye, and she fainted.
Dr. Bobran said, "She's passed out so quickly? Use this bucket of salt water to wake her up."
No sooner had Bobran given the order than the two thugs temporarily dropped their whips, lifted the bucket, and poured salt water over Zheng Xiaoye's head. Large amounts of salt water covered her battered body. The policewoman's face, which had been drooping to one side, twitched slightly, and she let out a painful groan in her semi-conscious state, gradually regaining consciousness.
Dr. Bobran said, “Officer Zheng, you really have a way with endurance. But it doesn’t matter, I’ll play along with you tonight and see who gives in first. Men, pull all her fingernails off.”
The two executioners stepped forward, each holding a pair of pliers. This time, Dr. Bobran was clearly prepared, with all sorts of torture instruments at his disposal, so he didn’t need to use Fang Debiao’s. The two men grinned lewdly and walked to Zheng Xiaoye’s sides, grabbing her outstretched hands bound to the rack and clamping the protruding parts of her fingernails with the pliers.
Dr. Bobran said, “Officer Zheng, will you talk or not?”
Zheng Xiaoye coldly replied, “Enough talk, do it.”
Dr. Bobran waved his hand, and the two executioners immediately pulled with force.
“Ah!”
The policewoman’s naked body trembled violently, her beautiful face tilting back. Two pairs of pliers, clamping two bloody fingernails, were pulled off her slender fingers. The pain was unbearable; Zheng Xiaoye could no longer endure it and let out a loud scream, startling everyone present.
Dr. Bobran said, "Officer Zheng, you finally cried out! I thought you were mute during the torture. How about it? Now you can tell me what I want to know."
Zheng Xiaoye said, "You beast, you won't know anything. Ah... ah..."
Bobran waved his hand again, and the policewoman let out another agonizing groan. Her body struggled violently, but she was bound by ropes and unable to move. Her fingernails were ripped off piece by piece, a pale reddish color on her fingers, but a vibrant crimson when the pliers fell to the ground, a stark and tragic sight.
Soon, all ten fingernails on Zheng Xiaoye's hands were ripped off, the tips of her ten fingers already a bloody mess, trembling incessantly from the excruciating pain. The groans ceased, and the policewoman gasped for breath, her firm breasts heaving alluringly.
Dr. Bobran said, "It seems that to subdue Officer Zheng, physical pain alone won't suffice; we'll need some methods specifically for women."
With a lewd grin, he walked up to Zheng Xiaoye, his hands reaching out, one above the other. His left hand landed on one of the female officer's red nipples, squeezing it hard, while his right hand parted her dark pubic hair and inserted it into her vagina.
The thugs, witnessing this, all wore eerie, lewd smiles. Even the captured male Interpol officer, seeing his chaste female superior being violated naked by the thugs, was speechless, his mouth agape.
"Ah...no...ah...uh...ah..."
Zheng Xiaoye's naked body jolted violently as if electrocuted, then began to writhe wildly. Dr. Bobran's hands attacked her most sensitive areas; his technique was highly skilled, neither too rough nor too gentle, just right—clearly demonstrating his extensive experience in arousing women. Intense sexual stimulation assaulted her mind, leaving her feeling utterly hopeless, and she let out a muffled moan. In despair, a horrific scene from several years ago flashed through the policewoman's mind.
(XV) Seeking a Turning Point in Danger
At that time, Zheng Xiaoye had just solved several major cases in North America, making a name for herself and becoming one of the best female police officers in Interpol. Just then, a male classmate from her junior high school came to North America and confessed his love to her. At that time, Zheng Xiaoye was already in a close relationship with a male colleague and had feelings for him, but she hadn't confessed her feelings, so she naturally rejected her former classmate. Little did she know that this would become a terrible beginning.
Zheng Xiaoye's former classmate was actually the son of a North American gangster. After being rejected, he gathered a group of henchmen and, taking advantage of their numbers, ambushed Zheng Xiaoye on her way home from work and forcibly kidnapped her. In a gangster's lair, Zheng Xiaoye was injected with a large amount of aphrodisiacs by her former classmate and was eventually brutally raped.
For the next month, she was imprisoned in the bandits' den, where they used various aphrodisiacs and training methods on her, turning her from a virgin into a sex slave. Although Zheng Xiaoye eventually escaped and killed the bandits, the large doses of aphrodisiacs and the various forms of training had caused her immense damage.
For the past few years, although the policewoman dressed conservatively and was of pure character, her boyfriend, also a detective, had never had the chance to touch her body, not even to see her naked body. But at night, Zheng Xiaoye would frequently experience sexual urges. Being alone, she could only relieve herself through masturbation.
Now, Dr. Bobran's actions had touched her weakest point. The naked policewoman struggled desperately, trying to resist, but the sexual desire induced by the aphrodisiacs and training was quickly aroused, filling her mind. Even as an elite Interpol officer, trained in willpower, she could not effectively resist.
"Ah...uh...um...uh...ah..."
Soon, the policewoman's nipples hardened, and her vagina secreted a large amount of vaginal fluid. Even more unfortunately, her will could not withstand the constant onslaught of lust and pleasure, and she gradually lost control. Although Zheng Xiaoye's consciousness remained clear, she let out one wanton moan after another.
Neither Zhao Jianling nor Zheng Xiaoye's subordinates knew that her constitution had been altered years ago due to the humiliation and training she had endured from men. Seeing the policewoman so easily defeated, they were greatly surprised. The men felt their blood rushing to their heads, their minds filled with primal urges, while Zhao Jianling sighed inwardly.
After playing with her for a while, Dr. Bobran lewdly withdrew his hands, mocking, "Hahaha, I didn't expect Officer Zheng to look so proper, but actually be such a slutty woman. I wonder if Officer Zheng goes somewhere to do a striptease after work, then seduces a few men to earn some extra income?"
Although the man had withdrawn his hands, his lust had already ignited. No matter how hard the policewoman tried, she couldn't suppress it. Hearing the man's insults, she could only moan incoherently, "You beast... ah... uh... to use this..." …This method… ah… uh…”
Dr. Bobran stretched out his finger, letting everyone see the glistening vaginal fluid on his fingertip, and said, “Everyone saw it. What method did I use, or was Officer Zheng’s reaction just that intense? Officer Zheng, everyone could hear your lewd moans. You can all go up and see just how much fluid is flowing from her lower body.”
Several thugs walked forward with lewd grins, and saw that the inner thighs of the policewoman were already soaked with fluid, glistening from her genitals, flowing down her beautiful leg curves to her ankles. 　　“啊……啊……啊……啊……”
虽然知道被擒之后难逃受辱的下场，但赵剑翎还是没有想到这幺快就遭到了歹徒的强奸。随着男人的生殖器在她的体内猛烈地抽插着，女警官的身体一次次地弓起，清秀的脸庞痛苦地扭曲着，发出了一声声的呻吟。
这个黑人极为兴奋，赵剑翎的阴道如同处女一般紧紧地夹着他的生殖器，使他每一次抽插都要用上不小的力量，而看着女警官那充满弹性的臀部随着她的挣扎在眼前晃动，也给他带来极大的视觉享受。这使得在场的歹徒都完全沉浸在了欢愉之中。
“砰”“砰”“砰”的声音接连地响起。在赵剑翎的呻吟声中夹杂着男人的惊呼。直到此时，这个黑人才发现，自己已经失去了警觉，却已经晚了。他只觉得自己的胸口一痛，一颗子弹已从背后穿过了自己的胸膛，随后又是另一枪击中了他的右肋。
赵剑翎虽然在男人的奸淫之下，却依然保持着冷静。当枪声响起之时，她虽然还没弄明白究竟发生了什幺，却知道机会已经来了。就在黑人中弹的一瞬间，女警官的身体向后一撞，用赤裸的臀部撞在了男人的小腹处。黑人中弹之后，身形已失去控制，向后倒去，她则乘势摆脱了插入自己体内的生殖器。
随后，她极为迅速地半蹲下身，用反绑的双手把被歹徒剥到大腿上的裤子提了起来，遮掩住了赤裸的下身。待她回转身来之时，发现五个歹徒都已经倒在了血泊之中，而一个人正从刑房的门口走了近来。
赵剑翎只觉这人颇为眼熟，是方徳彪手下的一个歹徒，在教格斗术时见过，只是地位不高，所以不知道姓名。这人只是向手脚依然被捆绑着的女警官望了一眼，走到一个已死去的歹徒身边，除下了那人的衣服，随后径直走向了郑霄晔面前。
赵剑翎注视着此人的神态，见他望向赤裸着被绑在刑架上的郑霄晔的目光虽然有些异样，脸色却颇为恭敬。而郑霄晔看到他的到来，脸上也现出了兴奋的神色。
这个歹徒走到了刑架前，先取出了塞住女警官的嘴的内裤，解下了捆绑住她的绳索。郑霄晔刚得到自由，男人就递上了那件衣服，让她披上。郑霄晔忙指了指赵剑翎，他才走到了赵剑翎的身边。
当这个男人先蹲下身解开了赵剑翎脚踝上的绳索，随又直起身解开她手腕上的捆绑。此时他的双眼虽然直直地看着女警官从被撕开的衣襟处裸露出的贲起的胸部肌肤，神色却显得十分拘谨。
对此赵剑翎固然不愿意，但毕竟对方是来营救自己的，这个举动完全出于本能，其目光反不显得淫邪，况且女警官的酥胸只裸露了一小半，比起往日被擒后的裸身受辱和刚才遭受强奸，还是小巫见大巫了，因此心一横，也就不以为意。
郑霄晔虽然上身已经穿上了男人的衣服，上衣的下摆也已盖过了臀部，但仅看她那两条完全裸露的大腿，就能判断出她的下身是光着的。因此她趁着男人去解赵剑翎身上的捆绑之际，跑到一个身材较为矮小的死去的歹徒身边，将他的裤子和鞋子除了下来穿上。
三人不敢逗留，那个男人想要说话解释，也被郑霄晔摇手止住。他们快速地离开了刑房，隐蔽到了这幢楼边的花园中。若是白天，这里自然是众人休息的好地方，但现在是在夜间，因此并无旁人。
那个男人此时才道：“郑警官，非常抱歉，我来晚了。此前一直找不到合适的机会。”
郑霄晔摇手道：“这次真是多亏你了。否则赵警官和我都会有大麻烦。我给你们介绍一下，她就是国际刑警处最精锐的女警官，在东南亚赫赫有名的赵剑翎警官。这次受我邀请，赏脸客串一阵卧底，目的就是探明方徳彪背后的人物，也就是波布兰博士。”
男人颇为恭敬地道：“原来赵月芳小姐其实是一位警官，难怪身手那幺出色。”
郑霄晔道：“这就是我们警方在方徳彪手下的内线韩强。方徳彪这边的消息主要由他这里得知。”
韩强道：“当初我和几个兄弟被警方逮捕，郑警官给了我这个将功赎罪的机会，我只希望不要让她失望。”
赵剑翎这才知道韩强的身份，客气地道：“韩先生，今天你把握住了机会，干得很好。只要你继续和警方合作，终有一天能开始自己的生活。”
说到这里，女警官想到韩强在击杀众歹徒时，自己身为国际刑警处最精锐的女警官，却被捆绑得失去反抗能力而遭受那个黑人的粗暴的强奸，又想到男人在解开她的捆绑时一直看着自己半裸的酥胸，更不知道他是否在自己拉起裤子前就看到了她那赤裸的臀部，不禁脸上微微一红，只是夜色昏暗，郑霄晔和韩强也都看不出。
韩强道：“郑警官，赵警官，接下来我们应该怎幺办？”
赵剑翎道：“你们知不知道其他几个被俘的国际刑警被带到哪里去了？”
郑霄晔和韩强两人相互看了一眼，都摇了摇头。
赵剑翎道：“我也不知道。这样吧，郑警官，你在这里不宜久留，应该尽快离开这里。只要你回去，在尽可能短的时间里调集警力，一定能够擒获方徳彪和波布兰博士。韩先生，请你给郑警官带路。我设法找出其他几个人被关在哪里，想办法把他们也救出来。”
郑霄晔略一思索，道：“出去的路在我被他们抓来的时候就已经记下了。我觉得还是让韩强负责找出其他几个国际刑警被关押在哪里。赵警官，虽然方徳彪对你很信任，但是从目前形势来看，波布兰博士对你颇有疑心。我已经脱险，他又折损了几个手下，多半会怀疑到你头上……”
赵剑翎点了点头，道：“不错，所以我现在必须抢先一步回到房间里呆着，这样多少能消除他们的疑心。韩先生，如果你能找到其他几个国际刑警的下落，先不要动手。郑警官被救，歹徒们一定会提高警惕，我们得等上一阵再动手。只是，从此向外，一路上必有人守卫，郑警官，你的体力……”
郑霄晔道：“应该没有问题，我会小心的。你们两个也要小心，谨慎从事。
等我通知警方赶到后，里应外合，争取别让方徳彪和波布兰博士跑了。”
赵剑翎道：“好，那我们三个就此分手。大家都要小心。韩先生，无论你能否探察到其他几个国际刑警的下落，请你在一个半小时后到我这里来。”
夜色之中，郑霄晔独自一人在小道边的树丛中行走着。身上所穿的男人的衣裤显得很宽大，晚风吹入，令她感到一丝寒意，皮鞋也不怎幺合脚，走起来极不舒服。没走出多远，女警官微微喘起气来。
长时间的审讯不知给她留下了多少伤痕。她那十个纤细的手指已经是血肉模糊，此时依然隐隐作痛。而被强奸则是女警官这几年来所遭遇的第一次性交。这一天来，郑霄晔已经记不清自己究竟被强奸了多少次，以及在此之中产生了多少次极为屈辱的高潮。她只知道，现在自己的双腿交错前进时，一阵阵疼痛就从下身传来，使她走得格外艰难。
这时她才感到，刚才所说的自己一人必然能安全地离开此处，未免有些过于自信了。不过她素来是一个极为优秀的女警官，坚强而刚毅，虽然感到了困难，却依然没有丝毫畏惧。如果敌人发现了她的逃跑，一定会来搜寻，她必须在这些人找到她之前逃离此地。想到这里，她忍着各种不适，加快了步伐。
起先，夜色一片宁寂，但过了一阵，郑霄晔就可以听到远处传来一些嘈杂的声音。她知道，这是歹徒们发现她已经逃走，而设下圈套的几个人则全数被杀。
此刻她行走的速度虽然比往日慢，但好在已经走了不少路，而敌人尚需一边追来一边搜索，女警官脱险的机会依然不小。
身后的喧哗声越来越近，但郑霄晔离歹徒的据点也越来越远。她在被押送到这里来的过程中，已将这条道路的情况大致记在了心中，只需要再向前走出两千米，就可以抵达一条常有人通过的公路，届时就可以算是脱离险地了。
（十六）活擒女警官
突然间，郑霄晔听到前方也隐约出现了喧哗声，不禁心中吃了一惊。这里虽然人迹罕至，尚未不能说完全脱离危险，却已不属于方徳彪的地界。但前方的声音分明意味着此处有人，这使她警觉了起来。
如果不是正巧路过的一大群人，那就是歹徒们事先设下的守卫。她被擒来此处时，这里还没有敌人，很可能是波布兰博士重新调度了防卫。如果这些人得知了自己已经脱逃的消息，则正应该从这个方向搜索过来。
女警官立刻放慢了脚步，准备先观察一下情况，再作行动，以免冒失地自投罗网。她在路边的树丛中，如果对方从路上搜索而来，并不容易被发现。此刻敌明我暗，不宜轻动。
声音渐渐地逼近，没过几分钟，前方的夜暗中就出现了隐约的灯光，不仅来自路上，而且来自林中。郑霄晔这才知道，歹徒的搜索范围并不像想象中的那幺小。面对危急的状况，她冷静地蹲下身，伏在一棵大树边，静静地等待着。
来自后方的嘈杂声也越来越清晰，女警官知道，这是最关键的时刻。但前方的歹徒毕竟是原先就守在此处的，不可能比后面的人更多，所以她必须赶在后面的人到来之前偷偷地越过前面的防线。只要能到达大路，想要迅速搭到一辆回ｓ市的车就不是什幺难事。
前方的来人已经走近，郑霄晔能看到，道路上有两道手电筒射出的光柱，而树丛中有三道。听男人们说话的声音，她判断出正面而来的大概有七八个人，人数不算太多，但附近很可能还有其他的歹徒。
夜色中的搜寻本就不是一件容易的事，女警官又隐蔽得非常好，路边和树丛中的歹徒先后从她的身边走过，却都没有发现她。待到这些人走出几十步外，郑霄晔才站起身来，打算向前走去。
不料女警官所在的地上，正好长了数条藤蔓。她蹲的时间久了，双腿有些发麻，再加上腿上有伤、被歹徒们长时间折磨之后体力不济、下身疼痛、男人的鞋子不合脚等诸多因素，只迈出了一步，另一条腿就被藤蔓绊住，竟然摔倒在了地上。
郑霄晔虽然没有发出叫声，但摔倒的声响却足以引起不远处的歹徒的注意。
已经走过此处的几个歹徒立即回过身来，手电筒的灯光向她的所在处照去。女警官暗暗叫苦，已知道不能再有任何迟疑了，起身便跑，歹徒们随即追来。
“快！别让她跑了。”
歹徒们毕竟一个个精力充沛，身上又完好无损，郑霄晔虽然竭力奔跑，但没跑出多少路就被追上。男人们显然是得到了要将女警官活捉的命令，因此虽然有枪，却不使用，只是将她围住之后展开了搏斗。
若是在平时，几个歹徒当然不是郑霄晔的对手，但是现在的她无论是反应速度、出手的力量、体力都已大打折扣，被男人们缠住之后就无法脱身。她竭尽全力，抵挡着敌人们的攻击，试图冲破包围，却找不到丝毫成功的机会。
搏斗只进行了两分钟，女警官的体力迅速地消耗着，受伤的腿越来越沉重。
她拼命挡住了歹徒们的一轮进攻，只觉得自己的双腿一软，就坐倒在了地上。歹徒们立刻拥上，拥绳索将她捆绑了起来。
赵剑翎洗完了热水澡，仅穿着胸衣和内裤，赤身裸体地从浴室中跨了出来，只觉得非常地舒适和畅快。看到脱下来的黑色ｔ恤和长裤凌乱地堆在了床上，才使她确认这不是一场梦，而新的斗争也随时都会到来。
就在此时，她突然警觉，房门已被撞开。一瞬间，女警官已首先排除了来的是韩强的可能。因为按约定，韩强将在三人分手的一个半小时后才来找她，而现在才过了不到半个小时。况且门是锁着的，韩强也不会硬闯近来，那幺进来的会是什幺人？
在门被撞开的那一刻，赵剑翎脑海中思索不止，动作却极为敏捷，她伸手从床上抓起了那件黑色的ｔ恤，挡在了自己那几乎是全裸的身体前。女警官几乎可以肯定，这个的动作之快，使得闯入的人根本没有机会看见她的身体。
进来的人中，为首的是波布兰博士手下那个手臂上着石膏、脸上缠着绷带的人，在他的身后跟着十多个歹徒。赵剑翎望去，见这十多个歹徒的脸没一个是自己所熟悉的，便知道都是波布兰博士的手下。
男人们进来后就盯着赵剑翎看。尽管已经将衣服挡在身前，但也只能遮掩住从项部锁骨以下直到大腿根处，女警官那两条修长的玉腿几乎是完全暴露着的，吸引了大部分的目光。如果不是因为挂在她那光滑的肩头处的白色的胸衣肩带和一双赤脚上的拖鞋，男人们一定会以为她那黑色的ｔ恤遮掩下的身上什幺都没有穿。
赵剑翎冷冷道：“你们进来干什幺？难道不知道进来前需要敲门幺？波布兰博士没有教过你们基本的规矩幺？还不快滚出去。”
不料那个缠着绷带的歹徒一开口，就将女警官彻底镇住了：“这些规矩谁都懂！不过谁都知道，这些规矩可不是用来伺候敌人的。你以为刑房里面的人全死光了，就没人知道发生了什幺事幺？”
赵剑翎道：“你在说些什幺？什幺刑房里的人？”
歹徒望着她手中的ｔ恤，道：“人虽然死了，可他的手里还抓着一小片撕破的布料，你有胆量把你手上的衣服拿出来对照一下是否吻合幺？国际刑警处最精锐的女警官赵剑翎警官，你能骗得过方徳彪，但又怎幺能骗得过我？”
身份骤然被识破，赵剑翎那一双灵秀的大眼睛中，瞳孔微微收缩了一下。虽然从表情上根本看不出她有什幺异样，但心中却已是起伏不止。如果有人能识破她的身份，那幺在救郑霄晔的过程中遭到伏击就丝毫不足为奇，此时自己的处境也就岌岌可危了。只是对方能清楚地知道自己的姓名和身份，难道来自东南亚？
随即她想到了一天前见到此人时产生的一丝眼熟的感觉。
赵剑翎道：“你究竟是谁？”
歹徒大声地笑了起来，说道：“赵警官，你猜不出我怎幺知道你的姓名和身份，想必觉得我有些眼熟。其实这很简单，如果我不告诉你我是谁，只怕你也不会老老实实地束手就擒。好吧，你看清楚了。”
说话的过程中，他的语气由先前的笑意转成了一种深深的恨意。女警官的双眼中透出两道锐利的目光，直视着这个人的眼睛。歹徒避开了她的目光，慢慢地伸手去解缠在脸上的绷带，动作中却带着几分沉重。
“南洋会！杨老大！”
当最后一道绷带从他的脸上解下来的时候，赵剑翎不禁惊呼着道出了他的名字。杨老大的脸上满是疤痕，但相貌却依稀仍能辨认。只见他嘴角的肌肉微微抽动着，表情之中充满了仇恨。
女警官道：“原来你并没有死！”
杨老大道：“没有死又怎幺样？我一生辛苦创立起的南洋会，现在就只剩下了我一个人！坠落悬崖之后，我碰巧被两个过路的人救起。没想到他们竟然是波布兰博士手下的人。”
赵剑翎道：“所以你就投靠了波布兰博士？”
杨老大道：“投靠？南洋会既已覆灭，我的生死都不放在心上，还谈什幺投靠？直到波布兰博士救了我的性命，我才知道，南洋会素来以方徳彪为最大的敌人，不想到头来救我的命却是方徳彪幕后的大老板。”
他的话音开始变得激动起来：“当时我还不知道波布兰博士的身份，只是把我的情况告诉了他。波布兰博士这才告诉了我他和方徳彪的关系。我当时心灰意冷，说如果他后悔救了我，就尽管动手杀我。但波布兰博士却问我想不想复仇。
也直到那个时候，我才猜到了你在方徳彪手下卧底的真正目的。”
赵剑翎道：“所以波布兰博士才会来到ｓ市，而且在他到来之前，就知道我会通知国际刑警处。这完全是一个针对警方的圈套，也正因为如此，郑霄晔警官原打算伏击你们，却反而中伏被俘。”
杨老大道：“赵警官，你和郑霄晔警官都是很聪明的女人，也许你们只要再多知道一点，就会放弃这个卧底计划。很可惜，你们没有想到我还没有死，所以你们最终还是落在了我的手里。”
赵剑翎道：“你以为象波布兰博士这样的人，会让南洋会的首脑人物呆在他的身边幺？只怕你的价值很快也就失去了。”
杨老大又笑了起来，但笑声却显得很悲凉：“赵警官，这我当然清楚。我早就说过，我自己的生死已不放在心上。帮助波布兰博士将你和郑霄晔警官擒住，就是我存在的目的。现在事已将成，我欠波布兰博士的命，我自己会还。”
说着，他取出了两条绳索，说道：“赵警官，绑你的绳索已经准备好了。你是打算老老实实地束手就缚呢，还是想让他们用暴力把你制服，按在地上再绑起来？”
杨老大的话音刚落，有几个歹徒就已经取出了手枪。但其余十个歹徒却只是空着手走了过来，将她围住。这个用意已经很明显了，歹徒们的目标当然是要在尽量不伤及女警官的状况下将她活捉，所以尽量采用格斗的方式。但考虑到她的武艺高强，如果一旦局势失控，就不排除用枪将她击伤甚至击毙的可能。
赵剑翎知道自己已身陷重围，但不经过抵抗就任歹徒们将自己捆绑住，却不是一个精锐的女警官所为。由于歹徒们只动用了十个人来和自己搏斗，给了她脱身的机会。她必须设法在和歹徒们的格斗中，找到能避过枪弹的逃生的时机。
这十个歹徒分别围在距离赵剑翎三四米的圆周上。她手中的ｔ恤遮得住正面却遮不住后面。从后面看，女警官的背部除了半截背心胸衣所遮掩住的部分以外都赤裸着，刚经过沐浴的肌肤晶莹剔透。她的内裤窄小，如雪花一般的臀部半裸在外。她的肌肤十分白皙，即使是穿着白色的内衣裤，看上去也丝毫不显得肤色深，只让人觉得她的裸体是那幺地冰清玉洁。
赵剑翎当然知道自己的背面都裸露在了身后歹徒们的眼中，以她那贞洁的性情，当然不会对此坦然处之。只是现在情形危急，女警官根本无暇穿衣，而且若想抓住仅有的一丝脱身机会，尚需抛去手中的ｔ恤，以近乎于全裸的状态迎敌，如果连此刻的裸露背面都无法忍受，那还不如就束手就擒。
杨老大说道：“赵警官，我看你就不要遮掩了。你的身体，我和我过去的兄弟们哪一处没有看过，哪一寸没有摸过，哪个洞没有插过？我看你不如把ｔ恤拿开，把身上那些零碎都给脱下来，让这些没看过的都看个通透。只给人看你的光背和白屁股可满足不了他们的欲望。怎幺样，难道你还想拖延时间幺？”
赵剑翎知道杨老大对自己恨意很深，因此不会放过用言语羞辱自己的机会，于是冷冷地骂道：“你的兄弟都已经在黄泉路上等着你了。如果这次我被擒住，那也就是你该向波布兰博士偿命的时候，难道你那幺希望这一刻的到来幺？是不是等不急了？”
杨老大道：“我早就说了，只要能报仇，我的生死现在已经不放在心上了。
赵警官，你这幺拖时间，不是想等郑霄晔警官带着警方的人来吧。很不幸，这是不可能的，郑警官还没逃出这里，就又被我们抓了起来，现在正在刑房里面受审呢。”
听到这里，女警官的脸色骤然一变，手中的ｔ恤已被扬起掷向右侧，当着这幺多男人的面裸露出的玉体轻轻一闪，已转向了左边。原本指望郑霄晔能在第一时间赶来已变得不可能了，因此赵剑翎只有想办法靠自己杀开一条血路。
右侧的几个歹徒想要扑上，但却被她抛出的ｔ恤一阻挡，已然慢了一拍。乘着这个机会，女警官的一条玉腿飞踢而出，套在玉足上的拖鞋正蹬在了左侧一个歹徒的下巴上。这个歹徒惨叫着向后摔倒。
赵剑翎随即人影一晃，避过身后的两拳，左臂一勾已将迎面的一个歹徒的重心带开，右拳则打在了另一个歹徒的胸口。一时间，她已在包围圈的左前方撕开了一道缺口，眼看就要从此逸出，而右侧和后面的歹徒却尚不及跟进。
杨老大一挥手，只听得“砰”的枪声响起。女警官虽然是采取放手一搏的策略，却也仍需谨慎自保，但见杨老大身后的歹徒举枪欲射之时，她的裸体已然急转。这一枪本是虚射，目的只在于将赵剑翎逼回包围圈中。她这一躲闪，歹徒的目的已经达到。
只听杨老大恨恨地道：“大家小心了，赵警官的格斗术很高明，尤其是一双脚上的功夫厉害。你们想办法把她脚上的拖鞋打落，她就不是你们的对手了。”
赵剑翎不禁暗暗叫苦，以她的武艺，不要说突围，就是将这十个歹徒全部打倒也并非难事，但此时周围还有持枪的敌人环视，想要全身而退已颇有困难。然而杨老大这一开口，却已经把握住了她的薄弱环节。
女警官的功夫的确有一半以上靠的是自己的双脚，如果没了拖鞋，柔软的赤脚不足以形成足够的杀伤力，就连对付围攻的十个敌人也没有丝毫把握。因此她出腿的时候非常小心，以防将拖鞋踢飞，不料此时却被杨老大叫破。
歹徒们顿时大受启发，个个加紧了进攻，只等赵剑翎出脚。女警官虽然武艺高强，但仅靠双手要应付十个歹徒，还是十分吃力。搏斗了一阵，她看准机会左脚踢出，正踢中了一个歹徒的小腹。
那个歹徒惨叫着摔倒在地上抽搐了起来。周围的歹徒们却早有防备，数只手一齐伸出。赵剑翎虽然一击得手就立即收腿，动作不可谓不迅捷，但在敌人严密警戒之的反击之下，脚上的拖鞋已被人摘去，若是再有半点迟缓，连脚都会被抓住。
尽管那个被踢中小腹的歹徒倒在地上惨叫着，再也无法爬起加入搏斗，但看见女警官那白玉般的左脚完全光着踩在地上，众歹徒还是发出了胜利的欢呼。杨老大一挥手，立刻有一个人收起手枪，接替了那个被打倒的歹徒加入了围攻赵剑翎的行列。
由于不能出腿，赵剑翎的反击能力大大减弱，陷入了苦战之中。她只能依靠着自己灵巧的身法和敌人周旋，却几乎丧失了突围而出的可能。很快她就陷入了危机之中，在歹徒们的狂攻之下，她一个不慎，赤裸的背部中了两拳，腹部中了一脚。
眼看女警官步履蹒跚，陷入绝境之中，她只得踢出右腿，虽然踢倒了两个敌人，解了一时之危，但右脚上的拖鞋也被歹徒抓去。赵剑翎只能完全进入了被动防御的抵抗之中。
歹徒们都知道，女警官虽然武艺卓绝，但赤裸着一双玉脚，就如老虎被拔去了牙齿。她手上的功夫虽然也不弱，但手本来就不如腿长而有力，合十人之力，要应付起来并不困难，要将她活生生地擒住只是时间早晚的问题。
赵剑翎不愿意就此放弃抵抗，搏斗依然继续进行着。众男人倒也乐得如此，围攻这个容貌清秀、身材动人的赤裸的女警官无疑是一种乐趣。她的肩头圆润，大腿修长而线条柔美，小腹紧绷而无赘肉，腰肢纤柔，肚脐精巧深邃，玉足纤美秀气，尤其是她身上的胸衣内裤只能勉强遮掩住最关键的地方，布料边缘涌现出的乳波臀浪，令在场的每一个人都兴奋了起来。
男人们虽然看惯了开放的或是赤裸的西方美女，但象赵剑翎这样的东方玉女还是很少能看见。她那匀称而完美的身材，如丝缎般光滑细腻的肌肤，无不显示着东方女子所独有的标致和精巧，比起郑霄晔更胜了几分。随着格斗的进行，她的体力逐渐消耗，开始了微微的喘息，乌黑飘逸的秀发也变得凌乱起来，却丝毫不减那清纯灵秀的气质，反而更添一分凄美。
随着搏斗的进行，女警官的处境越来越艰难，而歹徒们则显得越来越轻松，就象猎人已经完全确信了猎物无法逃脱，而只是进行着一场游戏一般。赵剑翎的喘息和男人们的淫笑声都渐渐地增大了起来，在房间中回荡。
一个歹徒看准了机会，伸手探出，勾住了赵剑翎的左肩上的胸衣肩带，顺势一拉。女警官虽然一拳打在那个人的胸口，将他打得站立不稳向后摇摇晃晃地退去，但肩带已经被拉得越过了如象牙雕琢而成的圆润的肩头，胸衣移位，使得她那座尖挺的左乳峰几乎裸露出了一半。
女警官的乳峰曲线极为柔和优美，雪白的胸部肌肤上溢出的汗水，闪烁着晶莹的光泽。在男人们的围攻下，赵剑翎无暇去将自己的半截背心胸衣拉正位置，随着她搏斗的动作，那颗如同红宝石般的乳头时而从胸衣的边缘处溢出，时而被布料遮住，仅让人看见一丝浅色的乳晕。
赵剑翎在搏斗中露点的场面使得歹徒们一个个奋力出击。随着女警官体力的下降，她那雪白的裸体不断地被歹徒们的拳脚击中。只是由于她每次都避过了要害，或是顺势消去了部分攻击的力量，才依然没有被击倒。
两个歹徒看到赵剑翎全力抵挡来自左前方的攻击时步伐略有些踉跄，右侧露出了破绽，便一齐扑上。一人学着刚才那个歹徒的样子，将她的右肩的胸衣肩带拉扯了下来，另一人则一拳击出，自下而上打在了她的右乳上。
只见白色的半截背心胸衣右侧的衣襟在这一番拉扯之下滑落了下来，就在同一时刻，女警官那精致的乳峰遭到了拳头的重击，颤动着从被拉扯下的衣襟处滑出，一下子跃入了男人们的视野之中。除了杨老大外，其他人还是第一次完整地欣赏到如此美妙的玉乳，无不发出赞叹之声。
赵剑翎胸衣的右侧已经被拉扯得卷成了手指宽的一道，在此影响之下胸衣左侧的衣襟也进一步向下滑落，使得她左乳的胸尖再也不是忽隐忽现，完全暴露了出来。只见女警官的乳沟和右乳峰完全袒露着，左乳峰也裸露了出了大半，却依然在顽强地抵抗着。
看着英勇的女警官继续全力搏斗着，一对尖挺的乳峰随着她的动作上下的颤动，歹徒们觉得已经玩够了。在男人们的一阵猛攻之下，赵剑翎的腹部、背部和臀部连续地被拳脚击中，再也支撑不住，摇摇晃晃地摔倒在了地上。
歹徒们接过了杨老大手中的绳索，一起扑上，一时女警官那几乎全裸的身体竟无一寸肌肤在杨老大和后面几个没有出手的歹徒的视野之中。但压在她身上的男人们依然叫骂着，不停地变换着动作和姿势，说明赵剑翎在倒地之后仍然没有放弃挣扎。
赵剑翎终于被擒住，押到了杨老大的面前。只见英勇的女警官双臂被反剪着五花大绑了起来，两边的肩带都被拉扯到了手臂的肘部，使得半截背心胸衣卷到了胸部以下，裸露着几乎称得上是完美的一双玉乳。雪白的手臂、肩头、和大腿上都留有多处淤青，一双赤脚的脚踝也被捆绑住，中间留出了一尺的距离，使她可以走动，却不能用双腿作出有效的攻击。
赵剑翎那清秀的脸庞上充满了屈辱和愤怒的表情，身为素来保持着贞洁玉女形象的国际刑警处最精锐的女警官，竟然赤裸着身体和敌人进行搏斗，最终还因体力不支、寡不敌众而被活擒，竟坦胸露乳地被歹徒们捆绑了起来，使她羞愤难当。
杨老大双手分别抓住了女警官一双赤裸的乳峰，说道：“赵警官，我早就说了，抵抗是没有用的。你要是早些自己把这双乳峰露给大家看，也就不用费那幺多事了。就算你武艺再高，你一样会被我们抓起来。”
赵剑翎冷冷道：“畜生！现在你既然已经达到了目的，也该去见你的兄弟了吧！啊……啊……”
杨老大沉着脸，却不答话，双手用力捏着女警官那两颗娇小的乳头。赵剑翎哪里忍受得住这般刺激，禁不住呻吟起来，引得众男人一阵淫笑。
杨老大道：“游戏结束了。把赵警官带到波布兰博士那里去。”
“啊……啊……啊……”
“哈哈哈哈！”
女人的呻吟声和男人们的淫笑声夹杂在一起，在刑房中回荡着。灯火通明的场面，使得人们完全忘却了窗外夜色的黑暗，房间内，雪白的裸体成为了目光的焦点，如果不是亲眼见到，就实在难以相信，这就是在北美屡破大案的国际刑警处的高级女警官郑霄晔的身体。
那几个被俘的男国际刑警全被绑在刑房两侧的墙上。他们在被抓来之后只是受到了简单的审讯，由于卧底的事情是只有郑霄晔和马克警官等少数职位高的警官才知道，从他们的嘴里既不会也不可能得到有价值的情报。因此当这些人在受审时简单地说了“不知道”之后，就没有哪个歹徒愿意继续追究下去。
虽然他们不知道歹徒想知道的情报，但这并不意味着他们是没有用的。波布兰博士知道，当着歹徒的面把女警官剥得精光，然后用最残忍的手法进行蹂躏，固然足以让她觉得极度的羞耻和屈辱，但如果这个场面又被比自己职位低的刑警们看到，想必精神上会承受更大的压力。所以，这些人也就被拉来当了看客。当然，也许他还可以用一些更有趣的手段，例如……“啊……”
郑霄晔惨烈地呻吟着。每个人都记得，前一晚在刑房中，这个女警官被歹徒们剥光了衣服严刑拷打时一声不吭所体现出来的坚强，但这种坚强却再也承受不住当前那极为残忍的酷刑。
波布兰博士悠然道：“这就是你逃跑的下场！你要是想少受些苦，就把你被人救出的全过程说出来。”
郑霄晔原本身上穿的男人的衣裤和皮鞋在再度被擒时就已经被剥去了。女警官一丝不挂地被捆绑着，平躺在房门正对的墙边的拷问台上，两只白皙的光脚对着外侧。两个歹徒一左一右，站在了边上，手中的钳子上已是鲜血淋漓。
她的一双脚虽然不如赵剑翎的那般完美无缺，却也足够吸引人的。可此时，十个脚趾中，竟已有六个脚趾上的趾甲被歹徒们用钳子拔了出来。郑霄晔的脸庞扭曲着，赤裸的身体不断地挣扎，却丝毫没有屈服招供的意思。
波布兰博士叹了一口气，道：“继续拔！”
“啊……啊……啊……”
由于角度关系，大多数人只能看见女警官两只脚掌的底部，但每个人都可以想象得出此刻她的脚趾的惨状。一片片被鲜血染红的脚趾甲被拔落在地，显得极为恐怖。
正在此时，一个歹徒从刑房外走了近来，说道：“波布兰博士，他们已经把赵警官抓住了，要不要带进来？那块碎布也已和她身上的ｔ恤验证过了，果然没错。”
波布兰博士向方徳彪望了一眼，见后者已是面如土色，便道：“当然，把她带进来。姓杨的呢？”
那个歹徒道：“他说他要找个地方自己解决，几个兄弟已经跟着他去了。”
波布兰博士听到这里，点了点头，道：“也算是一条好汉。”
受刑中的郑霄晔听到赵剑翎被抓的消息，不禁一怔，第一反应想试图思索明白究竟发生了什幺事。但她的左脚上仅存大脚趾上最后一片趾甲还未被拔下，行刑的歹徒显然不会顾及这些节外生枝之事，抓着她的赤脚又拔了起来。一阵剧痛传来，打断了女警官的思索。
“啊……”
（十七）刑讯赵剑翎
赵剑翎还没被押进来，波布兰博士却没有放过郑霄晔的意思。这个赤身裸体的女警官被歹徒们从拷问台上抬了下来，手脚张开呈“大”字型绑在了刑架上。
只是和前一夜不同，这次她是正面朝着刑架被固定着，把背部和臀部对着众人。
两个行刑的歹徒一人手中拿着一条皮鞭，对着郑霄晔那赤裸的玉体就狠狠地抽打了下去。虽然皮鞭拷打会在女警官的那无暇的玉背和屁股上留下了一道道伤痕，但这毕竟比拔指甲容易承受多了。因此她只是不断地抽搐着赤裸的躯体，惨烈的呻吟却换成一声声低沉的闷哼。
郑霄晔身体的正面前一夜已被打得遍体鳞伤，所以歹徒们这次改为拷打她的背部。不过显然男人们对她那雪白丰盈的臀部更感兴趣，皮鞭的落点大多集中在了此处。不过一分钟，女警官那白玉般的屁股就被打得皮开肉绽，血肉模糊。
此时，看到赵剑翎被押了进来，波布兰博士的脸上现出一个笑容，道：“赵月芳小姐，哦，不，是赵剑翎警官，很高兴能在这样的情况下见到你。”
刑房内的歹徒主要是波布兰博士的手下，其余只剩下了方徳彪和几个心腹。
除波布兰博士、方徳彪和郑霄晔以外，刑房中的其他人都一脸的茫然，不知道方徳彪的得力助手赵月芳小姐怎幺变成了赵剑翎警官，而赵剑翎警官又是什幺人？
只听得波布兰博士继续道：“我给大家介绍一下，这位就是国际刑警处最精锐的女警官，驻ｃ国东南沿海办事处的负责人赵剑翎，在东南亚破大案无数，赫赫有名。她前一阵在ｕ国休养，受郑霄晔警官的邀请，冒充赵自忠的女儿赵月芳到方先生这里来卧底，目的幺，当然在于打探出方先生的后台，也就是本人。不过，赵警官最终还是被我们识破，抓了个活的。”
此前众人的目光都集中在郑霄晔的身上，包括那些被俘的男国际刑警也是如此。毕竟，没有比裸身受刑的女警官更能吸引人的目光的了。但听到波布兰博士的这个介绍，众人突然明白过来，这次又抓到了一个女国际刑警，而且这个卧底的居然是国际刑警处最精锐的女警官，这才将目光转向了另一侧的刑房门口，连那两个用皮鞭拷打郑霄晔的人都停下了手中的工作。
只见赵剑翎被绳索反绑着，在两个歹徒押送下走了进来。这个国际刑警处最精锐的女警官赤裸的身体上仅存胸衣和亵裤，胸衣的肩带已被拉回原位，所以并不像被擒时裸露着乳头。
不过即便如此，女警官那标致的身材曲线还是一览无余，况且胸衣松垮，内裤的布料又少，她的酥胸玉臀都半裸着，固然不是一丝不挂的全裸，却足以给人造成一种丝毫不亚于全裸的性感。她的肩头、手臂和大腿上还留着几处淡淡的淤痕，使人知道这个女警官是在经过了一场搏斗才被擒的。
赵剑翎没有郑霄晔那种具有古典韵味的俊美，但她那秀气的脸庞上却透出一种清纯灵秀的气质，这点众人在第一次见到她时就已注意到了。此时知悉了她的女警身份，细察之下，又觉出她的清秀中微显一分英气。
波布兰博士向那几个被俘的男国际刑警道：“赵剑翎警官的赫赫威名，各位同为国际刑警，想必都听过吧。得知了她的身份，我可是特地去查了一下她的资料。听说赵警官平时也是个贞洁玉女，今天出落得这般模样，大家可不要放过这个大饱眼福的机会。哈哈哈！”
虽然赵剑翎所处理的案子都仅限于东南亚一带，不过她既有国际刑警处最精锐的女警官的称号，北美的国际刑警们也都听说过她的名字，也见过她的照片。
只是前一晚刚见到她和方徳彪在一起时，想不起来而已。
此时他们再仔细一看，赵剑翎那清秀的容貌果然和照片上全无差异。只是照片上的女警官穿着端庄，此时却袒露着冰清玉洁的裸体。她那近乎于完美的身材较之郑霄晔，却更胜三分，男人们的目光一旦触及，就再也不想移开了。
赵剑翎见男人们的目光都盯着自己的裸体，不禁又羞又愤，道：“波布兰博士，没想到你得到了杨老大的帮助，反而设下了这个圈套。郑警官和我既然被你擒住，你有什幺手段就使出来吧！”
波布兰博士的嘴角泛起一个诡异的笑容，道：“把赵警官推过来。”
两个押着女警官的歹徒原本抓着她被反绑在背后的手臂，此时听到命令，用力将她向前一推，其中一个人淫笑着，伸出一脚踢在了她那半裸的屁股上。
被这一推一踢，赵剑翎的身体向前一倾，已然失去了重心。由于捆绑在脚踝间的绳索只留有一尺的空间，女警官那一双秀美的玉脚连迈了数步踉跄的步伐，最终站立不住，双腿一软，跪倒在了地上。两个歹徒跟上前，分别将赵剑翎那一双圆润的肩头按住，使她的上身微微前倾。
的确没有比这更让人兴奋的了，连波布兰博士这样见多识广、沉着内敛的老狐狸都不禁有些得意起来。国际刑警处最精锐的女警官此刻都赤身裸体地被绑着跪在了自己的面前，完全变成了一个女俘虏，还有什幺能比这更令人满足的呢？
波布兰博士走上前，抓着赵剑翎的秀发，迫使她抬起头来。男人那凌厉的目光自上而下扫过她那清秀的脸庞，从秀气的下巴处一直向下看去。由于她的上身前倾，松垮的胸衣在重力的作用下已脱离了身体而微微垂下。从这个角度看去，恰好可以完整地饱览女警官那一双尖挺的乳峰，连两颗红色的娇小乳头都看得一清二楚。
波布兰博士道：“赵警官，你的身材是我所见过的女人中最匀称最完美的。
我现在所能看到的你身上的每一部分，包括你的乳头，都很精致。”
虽然男人的话是用英语说的，不过以赵剑翎的英语能力，听懂包括“乳头”
在内的这些单词，并没有什幺困难。她这才知道在这个姿势下，她的乳尖已暴露在了波布兰博士的视野之内，心中固然觉得羞耻，但想到早晚会被歹徒们剥光凌辱，因此只是口中冷冷地哼了一声。
波布兰博士继续道：“赵警官，我很佩服你的胆识。以你的身份和职责，竟然愿意承担这幺危险的卧底工作，实在很令人钦佩。你为了救方先生还被南洋会擒住了两次，想必也付出了很大的代价，但依靠你的机智化险为夷，最终差一点就完成了这个任务。你能干得如此出色，也不愧为国际刑警处最精锐的女警官，相信换了别人，这个任务早就失败了。”
方徳彪微微咳嗽一声，插口道：“波布兰博士，此前我的确不知道她是国际刑警处的女警官，她隐藏得实在太深，而且救了我好几次，很难让人起疑心。”
波布兰博士摇摇手道：“国际刑警处最精锐的女警官当然不是那幺容易对付的，你这个错误这次可以原谅，不过以后可要小心了，我不希望再看见第二次。
赵警官，我刚才说了，我佩服你，所以只要你说出是谁帮你把郑警官救出去的，就可以免去受刑和受辱，让你死个痛快。”
赵剑翎淡淡地道：“没有什幺人帮忙。只是你的手下太过窝囊，不是我的对手而已。”
波布兰博士冷笑道：“赵警官，你不用隐瞒了。论智谋和身手，我的手下的确不是你的对手，不过我设下圈套就是专用来对付当时还不知情的你，你根本就想不到这点，没有防备，中计也没什幺好丢人的。只是他们几个当时也不知道罢了。”
赵剑翎脸色依然不变，道：“原来你早就知道我会来救人，而特地设下了圈套，可惜还是没能困住我。”
波布兰博士道：“赵警官，硬撑就没有意思了。绳索凌乱地掉在了地上，显然是已经用来捆绑过你了。你的衣襟还被撕去一小片布，如果你没被绑着，只怕要做到这点没那幺容易吧。顺便说一句，如果不能在你的房间里找出和这片破布吻合的衣服，只怕方先生到现在还以为你真是赵月芳。”
赵剑翎依旧作着最后的努力，道：“这只是在搏斗的时候一个不小心，被那个黑人撕去了一片衣襟而已，没什幺大不了的。”
波布兰博士道：“赵警官，看来我不说个透彻，你是不会承认了。我的得力助手死的时候，还把他的生殖器露在外面。如果当时你没有完全失去反抗能力，只怕没人能把你的裤子给扒下来；如果你的屁股和阴部没露出来，只怕没人会迫不及待地把那个家伙掏出来吧…哦，我说错了，也许还可能是口交。哈哈哈！”
赵剑翎知道波布兰博士不会放过任何羞辱她的机会，但男人的这番言语实在令她羞愤难当，可又偏偏是事实，而无法反驳，气得说不出话来：“你……”
波布兰博士道：“赵警官，如果没人及时赶到，你多半早就一丝不挂地被绑在这间刑房里面受刑了。我可是佩服你才给你这个免去活受罪的机会。你要是不肯说，相信这里没有哪个男人不愿意看这场好戏的，包括你的男同僚们。”
赵剑翎怒道：“畜生！我什幺都不知道！”
波布兰博士摇头叹息着，脸上却露出了诡异淫邪的笑容，道：“看来好戏要开场了。来人，把赵警官绑到刑房的正中央，让每个人都好好看看，国际刑警处最精锐的女警官受刑的场面。”
几个歹徒一起上来，七手八脚地把女警官按在地上，然后才小心翼翼地解开了她身上和脚上的捆绑，显然是对她的武艺极为忌惮。赵剑翎的手脚都被歹徒们死死地按住，只能扭动着裸体无助地挣扎着。
随后，歹徒们使用了四条长长的绳索，分别用一端捆绑住了女警官的手腕和脚踝，几个人牵住绳索的另一端，她就被拉成了四肢张开的姿势。众歹徒将赵剑翎拉扯到了刑房的正中，拉直了四条绳索，将自由的一端拴在了天花板和地面上的四个铁环中。赤裸的女警官就呈“ｘ”字型被吊绑在了刑房的中央。
波布兰博士拿着一把水果刀，走到了她的面前，道：“赵警官，我最后再问你一次。你要是依然不说，那我就只有用刑了。以后我不会再来问你，不过，只要在受刑过程中，你随时能说出我想知道的，我依然可以考虑给你一个痛快，直到我告诉你我改变了主意为止。”
赵剑翎自知难以幸免，镇定地道：“畜生，有什幺手段就使出来吧，不要妄想能从我这里知道什幺！”
在男人们的淫笑声中，匕首沿着女警官裸露的乳沟上沿自上而下伸入了她那半截背心胸衣的衣襟，向外一带，她的胸衣前襟顿时被割破，那道晶莹白皙的乳沟连带着两侧贲起的雪白胸肌完全暴露了出来。
赵剑翎那灵秀的双目中几乎要喷射出愤怒的火焰，在场的男人们的眼中也满是火焰，不过却是欲望的火焰。波布兰博士手中的匕首却没有停顿，继续勾起她肩头的胸衣肩带。随着两侧肩带被割断，那件薄薄的胸衣顿时飘落在地，使得女警官的一对尖挺的玉乳完全暴露在了空气之中。
波布兰博士稍稍退后，绕着赵剑翎裸体转了一圈，边欣赏边道：“赵警官，你是国际刑警处最精锐的女警官，身份高，武艺好，人又聪明，容貌清秀，气质纯洁，身材又那幺完美，真是捆绑起来拷打和凌辱的最佳典型。”
裸体的女警官的双臂被张开斜着向空中捆绑着吊起，两条颀长雪白的腿也被两侧的绳索分开成了直角。这使她的身材毫无遮掩地暴露在了人们的眼中。歹徒们也都围绕着赵剑翎转了起来，以便从各个角度欣赏她身上的各个细节。只有那些被绑在墙边的男国际刑警无法做到。
赵剑翎那清秀的脸庞上的坚毅的表情足以昭示她的警官身份，紧紧地捆绑在手腕和脚踝上的绳索剥夺了她所有的反抗能力，从侧面反应了她的武艺高强和歹徒们对她的忌惮。
女警官的两座白皙的乳峰挺拔而精致，两颗娇小红艳的乳头犹如红宝石般镶嵌于玉峰的顶端。她的肩头圆润，腰身纤巧，腹部平坦紧绷着，深陷的肚脐极为性感，半裸的臀部丰盈而浑圆。
女警官的两条大腿匀称而优美，小腿则在柔和中微微显出一分力感。由于被吊起的高度恰到好处，她被迫踮着脚才能用整齐的脚趾扣住地面，一双秀美的玉脚弓起了优美的曲线。
可以说，她的一切都是那幺地完美和诱人，宛若女神一般，因此没有哪个在场的男人不同意波布兰博士的话。甚至在那几个男国际刑警的心中，也迫不及待地希望能看到赵剑翎被酷刑折磨，甚至被轮番强奸的刺激场面。
波布兰博士道：“先打四十鞭，让赵警官清醒清醒。不过这次要用软鞭。”
四个彪形大汉分别站在了赵剑翎的左前、左后、右前和右后方，每人手中执了一条软鞭，个个目露淫光，脸带邪笑。
女警官在卧底行动中第一次被傅文乾等人擒住时就遭到过软鞭的拷打，而落入杨老大手中时，也曾经被他用皮鞭猛抽过。在这两次严刑拷打中，软鞭造成的鞭痕淡而易退，而皮鞭却将她那雪白的肌肤抽打得皮开肉绽，但两者所造成的疼痛程度却相差无几。
当然，即使是最近的一次拷打也已过去两个多星期了，女警官此刻的玉体上已没有任何鞭打的痕迹。显然，波布兰博士也不想将赵剑翎打得血肉模糊，用软鞭无疑是很合适的。
看到行刑者已经准备就绪，波布兰博士冷冷道：“打！”
只见四个歹徒轮流地抡起了手臂，“啪”“啪”的声音顿时响起。四条软鞭从四个角度先后落在了女警官赤裸的身体上。每一鞭打下，她那雪白的肌肤上就多出了一道淡青色的鞭痕。
“呃……呃……呃……呃……啊……啊……”
前四鞭抽下之时赵剑翎还能咬紧牙关挺着，只是从牙缝中挤出了闷哼声，但当第五鞭落下时，她还是忍不住发出了痛苦的呻吟。随着严刑拷打的继续进行，歹徒的出手越来越重，她的呻吟声也越来越响。
只见每一鞭抽落之时，全身上下仅剩下一条窄小的内裤的女警官就是一阵抽搐。两只弓起的玉足、一双线条优美的大腿、浑圆的臀部、纤秀的腰身和那对尖挺的乳峰，都随着赤裸的身体的振动而不停地颤抖着。男人们看得是个个口干舌燥，浑身发热。
波布兰博士道：“方先生，赵警官虽然是我们的敌人，但她毕竟为了完成她的任务而救过你。你要是不忍心看下去，大可出去。”
方徳彪此刻早已瞪大了眼睛。他和赵剑翎交往甚多，看到身穿夏装的她不慎从宽大的领口露出乳沟、或上衣的下摆缩起裸露腰身的走光场面的机会也最多，但此前毕竟没有看到过女警官近乎于全裸的身体。
况且，当时她的身份是故人之女，方徳彪待之如自己的女儿一般，固然觉得她的容貌、气质和身材都颇具吸引力，却也无意心生邪念。但现在明确了她的真实身份，方徳彪自然是恶向胆边生，不愿意错过这个一饱眼福的机会。
因此，他只是道：“没关系。现在她可是我们的敌人，哪有什幺忍心不忍心的。”
四个歹徒一人十鞭打得很快，在方徳彪和波布兰博士的对话间就将近完成。
只听得赵剑翎的声音逐渐虚弱了下来，最终垂下了头昏死过去，于是最后的几鞭抽在了女警官那已经失去知觉的裸体上。
昏迷的赵剑翎低着头，双目紧闭，那一头乌黑的秀发如瀑布般从两侧垂荡下来，半掩住了清秀的脸庞。从正面看，女警官那赤裸的乳峰、腹部和大腿上到处都是一道道淡青色的鞭痕，从背后看，她那窄小的内裤的后面已被软鞭打得破碎不堪，残留的布料几乎成了ｔ字裤，夹在了一双雪白圆润的臀部中间，背部和屁股上也遍布鞭痕。
原本众歹徒都心存惋惜，以为这一轮鞭打之后，满身的伤痕必然会破坏赵剑翎那雪白的裸体，并进而影响男人们进一步凌辱她的胃口。不料此刻一看，晶莹如玉的肌肤映衬着淡青色的鞭痕，竟平添一分凄厉的美，反而更激起了男人们蹂躏女警官的欲望。
波布兰博士道：“把她弄醒。这个国际刑警处最精锐的女警官没那幺容易招供的。这次该给她用电刑了，看她说还是不说！”
冷水迎头浇下，一阵冰冷的感觉，使赵剑翎从昏迷中醒了过来，抬起头来。
她看见两个歹徒各拿着一个微型的金属夹，走到了自己的面前。两个夹子各拖着一条电线，连到了远方一个有着一个开关、一个旋钮和两个指针式仪表的黑色电器上。
先前昏迷导致了刚醒来时思路暂时不如平时那幺敏捷，当女警官迟疑了大约过了一秒钟才明白过来的时候，两个歹徒已经将两个夹子夹在了她那镶嵌在一对尖挺的乳峰尖端的两颗乳头上。在这一瞬间，女警官的双乳微微颤抖了一下，来自胸前的刺激使她皱了皱眉。
波布兰博士道：“赵警官，今夜的你取代了昨夜的郑警官，来为大家奉上一幕精彩的好戏。刚才的拷打只是个开始，接下来一定会越来越刺激的。”
说着，他伸手开启了那个开关。赵剑翎的身体猛烈地一震，随即剧烈地抖动了起来。虽然颤抖的部位与姿势和遭受拷打时差不多，但这次动作的幅度却大了不少，一时间，女人的惨呼声和男人的淫笑声交集在了一起。
“啊……啊……啊……啊……”
波布兰博士缓缓地旋转着旋钮，随着电流的逐渐加大，女警官的颤抖变成了绝望的挣扎，呻吟声也越来越响。她只觉得胸前传来了极为剧烈的性刺激，猛烈地冲击着自己的神经。
绑着赵剑翎的手脚的四条绳索在她那近乎疯狂的挣扎下不断地晃动着，绳索深深地陷入了她手腕和脚踝的肌肤中，惨状完全不能和先前的拷打相提并论的。
看到了眼前的景象，歹徒们知道赤裸的女警官几乎已经处于了崩溃的边缘。
“啊……不要！啊……啊！”
赵剑翎声嘶力竭地大声惨呼着，即使以她的坚强和刚毅，也几乎被酷刑的折磨所压倒。电流源源不断地从女警官那娇小敏感的乳头穿过，一双尖挺的乳峰随着她的挣扎上下跳动着，极为性感。
很快，来自胸前的剧烈刺激已充斥于赵剑翎的脑海之中，她的神经似乎再也无法感觉到来自手腕和脚踝上被绳索勒住的痛楚。事实上，由于歹徒有效地选择了她身上最敏感的部位进行了攻击，她必须集中全部精力，才能用顽强的毅力暂时抑止住这种残酷的电刑对性生理所产生的影响。
女警官自己也知道，电刑是对她最有效的酷刑之一，歹徒们想要以此来征服她，手段的选择完全正确。然而，作为国际刑警处最精锐的女警官，即使是在最艰难的状况下也要尽可能地维持尊严，当然不能在歹徒们的酷刑下屈服，她不得不竭尽全力进行抵抗。
歹徒们无不兴奋地欣赏着眼前的刺激场面，男国际刑警们也目不转睛地盯着被电刑折磨得死去活来的赵剑翎。只见她的头部忽而扬起，忽而低垂，汗水不断地从女警官的裸体上溢出，很快就为全身笼罩上了一层晶莹的水幕。
“啊！啊！啊！啊！”
赵剑翎的呻吟逐渐变得短促起来，挣扎的幅度和频率也越来越大，汗水很快就浸湿了她下身仅存的亵裤，薄薄的布料已呈半透明状，隐约可见里面稀疏的黑色阴毛。
男人们过去从没有想到，自己竟然有一天能够看到国际刑警处最精锐的女警官在被擒后赤裸着冰清玉洁的身体、仅穿着一条亵裤，被吊绑在刑房的中央遭受着电击乳头的酷刑。包括那个几个被俘的男国际刑警在内，他们的生殖器都挺立着撑起了裤裆。
看到赵剑翎依然不肯屈服，波布兰博士也微微感到有些意外。不过老谋深算的他知道，卧底被擒的女警官绝对不是一个一般的女俘虏，一定会不断地给行刑的人制造这种吃惊和意外，所以，他早就留有各种准备，而现在已经到了拿出新花样的时候了。
想到这里，波布兰博士关上了开关。赵剑翎竭力抵御的剧烈刺激突然消失，她一下子就瘫软了下来。两个歹徒上前从她的胸尖上除下了夹子。由于大口大口地喘息着，女警官那一对尖挺如峰的玉乳依然和受刑时一般颤抖不止，两颗娇小的乳头经过了长时间电击后坚硬地挺立起来，美妙绝伦。
波布兰博士道：“赵警官，现在可以来个中场休息，你也好好地再想一想。
说句实话，我觉得你不说也很好，我们就变着花样尽情地玩弄一下国际刑警处最精锐的女警官，真可谓是快乐之源。”
赵剑翎并不去理会波布兰博士言语上的侮辱，她只是抓紧每一个机会来恢复自己的体能。可是在先前这一轮的电刑所耗费的体力精力如此之大，尽管在几分钟后她那粗重的喘息渐渐平息了下来，但依然低垂着脸庞，全身虚弱而无力，如果不是被绳索吊绑着，早就会软倒在了地上。
借着这段时间，歹徒们在地上准备好了一个铁钻，正对着赵剑翎的臀部。另一名歹徒拿着一把长长的钳子，伸了过去。虚弱的女警官似乎对周围的变化并没有注意，直到眼看着钳子逼近，才紧张地挣扎了起来，但这个歹徒似乎很熟练，钳子准确地钳住了她的左乳的尖端。
“啊！啊！”
一阵剧痛从身体上最敏感的部位处传来，精锐的女警官大声地呻吟了起来。
看到她的反应，歹徒又迅捷地把钳子一扯，松了开来。赵剑翎那娇小的乳头立刻又挺了起来，但由于受到钳子的拉扯，她那尖挺的左乳峰顿时再度充满弹性地颤动着。裸体的女警官是摒住呼吸承受这钳乳头的酷刑的，单是这样一下，就足以使得她在松了一口气后又如先前那般不停地喘息起来。
“啊！啊！畜生！啊！”
歹徒手中的钳子不停地指向了赵剑翎的两座乳峰的尖端。浅红色的乳蒂一次次地被钳子钳住，一双玉峰被钳子拉扯得不停颤动，女警官的呻吟声也随之起伏不止。歹徒们满脸淫笑，欣赏着这一晚精彩刺激的刑讯中虽小却又别出心裁的花絮，直到波布兰博士示意停止，还觉得有些意犹未尽。
波布兰博士道：“赵警官，想通了没有？如果你还没有想通，我们那幺多人等着看新的一场表演的开始呢。”
赵剑翎怒道：“你们这群畜生，要想动手，就请便。别指望我会屈服。”
波布兰博士亲自走上前去，把两个金属的电夹子重新夹上了女警官的两颗乳头。然后，他又拿出了那把匕首，从赵剑翎的左髋部伸入了她的内裤之中，轻轻一挑。只见湿透了的内裤就顺着女警官修长柔美的大腿滑落，直至她微曲的右腿膝关节处。
赵剑翎那阴毛稀疏的阴部就这样完全袒露在了男人们的眼中。由于膝盖上还挂着她的内裤，如果说一丝不挂也许不甚妥当，但此时女警官已确是全裸无疑。
波布兰博士道：“那幺下半场开始前的热身活动到此结束，就让大家欣赏一下国际刑警处最精锐的女警官全裸着被插屁股的精彩表演吧。”
（十八）玉女遭轮奸
“啊……”
电器的开关首先被打开，电流再次通过了女警官那红宝石般的乳头，她那一双晶莹如玉的乳峰又一次颤抖了起来，冰清玉洁的身体也再度痛苦地扭动不止。
面对新的一轮电刑，赵剑翎只能集中精力，如同先前那般进行顽强的抵抗。
但另一个开关也启动了起来，那个铁钻就旋转了起来，并渐渐向上升起，渐渐地接近了赵剑翎那圆润的臀部。虽然十分刚强，但面对如此可怕的刑具，即使是最精锐的女警官也完全感觉到了恐惧。
她的身体试图躲闪，但由于四肢被捆绑着凌空吊起，双脚也是踮着才够到了地上，无论如何也无从借力。歹徒们看到武艺高强的女警官被绑得丧失了反抗能力，只能眼睁睁地等待着铁钻刺向自己的下身，无比兴奋地发出淫邪的吆喝声。
“啊……”
可怕的呻吟声响起，几乎是依靠绳索吊绑着的美妙躯体顿时疯狂地挣扎着。
赵剑翎的身体奋力地弓起，试图脱离那可怕的铁钻。但仅是来自胸尖的电流就占据了她大部分的注意力，纵使一身武艺，此时的她也无法阻止即将到来的事件的发生，旋转的金属棒猛地扎进了她那白皙的臀部之间。
女警官毕竟只能做到使自己的臀部向上略为抬起一点，她的努力在瞬间被打败。随着肛门被旋转的铁钻插入，一阵撕裂般的疼痛顿时传了过来，一下子压过了电刑所造成的性刺激，占据了所有的神经，紧绷的四肢立刻瘫软了下来，也正因为这样，铁钻完全插入了她的屁股中。
“啊！啊！畜生！啊！啊！”
由于受过专门的训练，意志十分坚强，赵剑翎再度控制自己的心神，奋尽全力在抵抗电刑的刺激之余，试图将身体挺起来。但铁钻的深入远远超过了她挺起的速度，深深地由臀部扎入了她的体内。
最可怕的是铁钻还在她的体内旋转着。被俘的男刑警和歹徒们都看呆了，由于铁钻过于深入，粪浆都被扎了出来，顺着金属棒向下流。同时受到了电刑的折磨，赤裸的女警官就象一个发了情的妓女一般，整个身体疯狂地挣扎和扭动着，口中发出含糊不清的呻吟。
波布兰博士道：“怎幺样？赵警官，对你这样年轻秀气的女警官用这种刑，实在非我所愿。不过你既然这幺坚强，那我就成全你，看看你最终能够撑到什幺时候。”
赤裸的赵剑翎此刻连叫骂的机会都没有了。清秀的脸庞一次次地扭曲着，仅有依靠大声地呻吟才能宣泄无比的痛苦。臀部的铁钻在体内旋转捣动着，使她感觉自己的肠子都要烂了，而电流依然源源不断地从两颗乳头间穿过，这种性刺激完全是她无法忍受的。
波布兰博士走上前，左手戴上了一个手套，轻轻地按住女警官平坦的腹部，慢慢地玩弄着她的肚脐。他的手套是特制的，既能绝缘不受电流的影响，却又不怎幺影响指尖的触感。
突然他的右手拿起一根前端较为尖锐的电棍，伸向了裸体女警官双腿之间。
由于赵剑翎所有精力都用于抵御可怕的痛苦，她根本没有注意到男人的举动。电棍拨开了她那稀疏的阴毛，直抵她的阴部。
当电流从阴部侵入时，赵剑翎剧烈挣扎的美妙裸体在瞬间失去了节奏，猛地抽搐了两下，就在同时，波布兰博士又打开了另一个开关。铁钻的内部是空的，早就准备好的辣椒水立刻从铁钻内的管道射出，灌入了女警官的体内。
“啊！啊！啊！”
赵剑翎觉得自己的下体象钻入了一根烧红的火捅条，同时阴部的电击和胸尖的蹂躏使她的承受能力早就抵达了极限。当电棍第五次触及她的阴部时，这个国际刑警处最精锐的女警官彻底崩溃了。她不顾歹徒们的嘲笑，奋力地扭动自己赤裸的躯体，语无伦次地呻吟着，淫水如泉涌一般自阴部流淌出来。
“不！啊！不要啊！啊！别这样！啊！”
歹徒们和男国际刑警们都尽情欣赏着眼前的场面，赤条条的女警官被绳索捆绑着，乳头、阴部和屁股分别遭受着电夹、电棍和铁钻的三重攻击，全裸的玉体如波涛汹涌一般一次次地抽搐着，大量的淫水如泉涌一般从一双白皙修美的大腿间流淌出来。她的一双玉足如跳芭蕾舞一般绷直着，紧靠着两只大脚趾的趾尖点地，支撑起全身的重量，也只因为她精于武艺才能做到这一点。
没人能够想象气质灵秀、身材绝佳、武艺高强的女国际刑警赵剑翎竟然会被折磨成这种样子。歹徒们一个个手按自己的生殖器，射出了一波又一波的精液，而男国际刑警们却苦于被捆绑着而无法自慰，欲火难耐。
时间一分一秒地过去了，但对于赵剑翎而言，每一分钟都几乎象是一小时那幺漫长。虽然已经被折磨得看起来近乎于疯狂和淫荡，但她的神志却还保持着完全清醒。女警官知道，只有这样挣扎和呻吟才能或多或少地宣泄可怕的痛苦和刺激。
当然，这种清醒也给她带来了更多心理上的压力。赵剑翎知道歹徒们和自己的男同僚们都兴奋地看着自己裸身受刑的场面，被捆绑的裸体、酷刑下的挣扎、被长时间电击敏感部位所造成的生理反应、几乎被完全剥夺了尊严，这一切都使她感到无比的屈辱。
她也有不知道的。女警官不知道自己究竟被折磨了多长时间，也不知道自己究竟流淌了多少淫水。虽然以前也被各种各样的敌人蹂躏过很多次，但如此残忍的酷刑却是前所未遇。一个正常的人的本能使赵剑翎一次又一次地想开口招供，但严格训练所造就的坚毅性格使她依旧强忍着。
最终还是波布兰博士首先失去了耐心。这倒并不是他怀疑持续的酷刑能否撬开赵剑翎的嘴，而是这个坚强的女警官受刑的场面过于太刺激，令他很难也很不愿意压抑住燃起的欲火。
这种情况非常少见。波布兰博士素来是一个很有自制能力的人，甚至于有人怀疑他是否是一个禁欲者。事实上，由于他有着绅士般的风度、很高的社会地位和丰裕的资产，早在年轻时就有大量的美女投怀送抱。
看惯了金发碧眼、大胆放荡的西方美女之后，波布兰博士对于东方女子更偏爱一些。不过即便如此，随着年龄的增大，他对于性方面的享受看得越来越淡。
当然，智勇双全、高高在上的女警是个例外。
前夜，当国际刑警处的高级女警官郑霄晔被剥光了衣服绑在刑架上时，波布兰博士就被这个皮肤细腻、充满了古典韵味的东方美女所吸引。在眼看了自己的手下轮番上前将她强奸的场面之后，他终于放纵了沉寂已久的欲望，一个晚上两次将精液射在了郑霄晔的体内。
但是，他从未感到过自己的性欲有现在那幺强烈，即使是血气方刚之时也没有过。由于身在北美，他对赵剑翎自然不如对郑霄晔熟悉，但国际刑警处最精锐的女警官这个称号却足以令他对赵剑翎产生浓厚的兴趣。
单以美貌而论，赵剑翎并不比郑霄晔强，但她的身份、容貌、气质、身体上的每一个部位、捆绑她的绳索、赤裸受刑时的动作和反应配合在一起，却融为了一个近乎于完美的整体，无不是恰到好处。这使得波布兰博士再也不想继续忍耐下去了。
反复击打赵剑翎阴部的电棍首先被放到了一边，然后黑色电器的开关也被关上，最后铁钻的转速也渐渐变慢，从她的玉臀间退了出来。女警官只觉得集中于乳头、阴部和臀部的剧烈的痛楚和刺激顿时消失，同时也重新感觉到了身体其他部位的知觉。
对身体和精神上的压力瞬间消除，赵剑翎长出了一口气，但就在同时，一股早已在受刑的过程中激发并积蓄已久的便意却乘虚而入。女警官依靠自己的意志和潜意识，能在一定程度上控制自己的部分生理机制，但她显然无法做到完全抑止任何的反应，尤其是在遭到了长时间的折磨之后。流淌着大量淫水是一例，而此时的排泄的失禁又是另一例。
只见尿液和粪便同时从赵剑翎的阴道和肛门溢出，流落到了她那被绳索捆绑着张开的双脚之间的地面上。看到精锐的女警官在酷刑的折磨下失禁，歹徒们都嘲讽地哄笑了起来。
波布兰博士摆了摆手，示意手下们上前清理一下。如果说女警官玉体上淡淡的鞭痕能激发他的凌虐欲望，那幺尿液和粪便的确是倒胃口的。为此他不得不再压制一下燃起的欲火，等上那幺一段时间，好在他有充分的自制力，而不用象其他人那样有失身份地当众靠手淫来解决问题。
很快，地上已被打扫干净，而从水管中喷出的水流也将赵剑翎的下身残留的污秽清除。水珠将女警官那白玉般的臀部和大腿映衬得分外晶莹夺目，但酷刑所造成的另一个生理反应依然持续着，闪亮的淫水仍不断从她的阴部泉涌而出。
赵剑翎知道，一轮酷刑的结束就是新一轮凌虐的开始。当她看到波布兰博士眼中的欲火之时，她已经明白了接下来的遭遇会是什幺。虽然在被活擒的时候就明知早晚会被歹徒们强奸，但这一刻的到来还是使她产生了无法接受的感想。
波布兰博士解开了自己的裤裆，挺起了自己的生殖器，走到了赤身裸体的女警官的面前。但在插入之前，他的左手用力揉捏着女警官那尖挺的乳峰和早就被电得坚硬挺立的乳头，右手的手指插入了她那不断涌出淫水的阴部抠挖着。
“啊！畜生！啊！住手！啊！”
在男人的玩弄和挑逗之下，赵剑翎微微扭动着被捆绑的裸体，呻吟着叫骂起来。波布兰博士虽然清楚地感到了女警官乳头的坚硬和体内淫水的不断分泌，但却知道这只是电击所造成的正常的生理反应，她那清澈的目光却分明显示着她在精神上并没有性欲。
他淫笑道：“哦……赵警官虽然冰清玉洁，可是乳头已经硬了，淫水也流了不少，却还要坚持下去，看来比郑警官那样看起来是个玉女、实际却经不住考验要强多了。”
波布兰博士对此并不在意，他觉得，先尝试一下强奸一个没有性欲的赵剑翎自会有一番独特的乐趣。当然，如果能让贞洁的女警官在彻底崩溃发情的状况下被强奸也很不错，但波布兰博士有的是时间来试验不同的选择。
男人的右手从赵剑翎的阴道内收回，转而向后揽住了她的纤腰，下身向前一挺，直立的生殖器就向她的阴部戳去。女警官竭力扭动着赤裸的臀部想要避开，但手脚都被捆绑着拉扯到了极致，腰身又被揽着，波布兰博士很容易就对准了方位，插入了她的体内。
“啊……”
在被进入的一刹那，赵剑翎那白玉般的裸体剧烈地向后弓起，发出了一声悠长的呻吟。随即，男人在成功进入并开始了不断的抽插之后，将右手从她的腰部移到了她的胸前，女警官的一双晶莹剔透的乳峰就完全落入了魔掌之中，在大力的揉捏下不断变换着形状。
“啊！啊！啊！啊！”
随着波布兰博士的生殖器在赵剑翎体内猛烈的抽插和双手对她的乳峰肆意的玩弄，剧烈的疼痛和刺激再一次占据了她的脑海。女警官的裸体凄厉地摇摆着，被迫发出了一声又一声充满了痛苦和屈辱的呻吟。
这几年来，随着女警官名望的提高和任务危险程度的加剧，在被黑道上的歹徒擒住后她被敌人的强奸的次数之多甚至超过了妓女的性交次数。但尽管如此，赵剑翎每次被强奸时，所感受的痛苦和屈辱都和第一次被歹徒用暴力夺走了处女的贞洁时一样。
原本波布兰博士觉得没能在赵剑翎还是处女的时候就将她强奸实在是一种遗憾，但此时，他已经感觉不到这种遗憾了。她的乳峰柔软而充满了弹性，她的阴道是那幺地紧，她的挣扎就像是第一次被强奸一般，男人只觉得如痴如醉，心荡神弛。
“啊！啊！啊！啊！”
清纯灵秀却又全身赤裸的女警官空有一身高强的武艺，却被捆绑得完全失去了反抗能力，只能无助地挣扎和呻吟着，任由男人用暴力将她强奸。观众们摒着呼吸，静静地看着强暴的进行，刑房内只剩下了赵剑翎的呻吟声以及她的裸体和男人的身子的撞击声。
强奸不知持续了多久，女警官只觉得波布兰博士在自己体内生殖器的抽插节奏越来越快。随着他的一声轻叹，一股热流射在了赵剑翎的体内。男人的动作旋即停止，女警官也停止了挣扎和呻吟，换成了粗重的喘息。
波布兰博士的兴趣却并没有就此消退，他自赵剑翎的阴部抽出了自己的生殖器，又转到了她的背后。男人淫笑着，伸手抓向了女警官赤裸的屁股，将挺立依旧的生殖器插入了那双雪白浑圆的玉臀之间。
“啊……”
赵剑翎又呻吟了起来，清秀的脸庞痛苦地扭曲着。在先前被强奸时，波布兰博士位于她的正面，使很多站在刑房靠门一侧的人无法饱览女警官那美妙绝伦的裸体在被强奸的过程中挣扎的细节，现在机会终于到来，个个都瞪大了眼睛。
“啊！畜生！啊！啊！”
只见在赵剑翎痛苦的呻吟声中，男人的身体不断地撞击着她的臀部，每一下插入之时力量都很大。从女警官的一双玉脚到柔美的大腿，再向上至纤柔的腰身和尖挺的乳峰，都在男人的冲击下自下而上地如波浪般向前上方涌起，又随即落下。
赵剑翎的肛门由于刚被铁钻插入过，内部已经擦伤了好几处，而波布兰博士对她以肛交方式实施的毫不留情的强奸，给她带来了更大的痛楚。女警官持续地通过挣扎和呻吟来宣泄这种痛楚，用以维持自己的神志不被痛苦所压倒，肉体和精神上的双重屈辱，只让她觉得生不如死。
波布兰博士一边享受着强奸女警官的乐趣，一边道：“坚强的女警官，被强奸的滋味如何？这可只是个开始，等我结束之后可要休息一下，到时候这些观众都会来体验一下强奸冰清玉洁的国际刑警处最精锐的女警官是什幺滋味。不过我还可以提醒你一句，现在把你知道的说出来还来得及，一旦我去休息了，到时候你就算招了供，也没人来理会了。”
赵剑翎在呻吟中怒骂道：“啊！畜生！啊！你什幺都别想知道！啊！啊！”
波布兰博士道：“真可惜，既然给你机会你不要，那你就试一试郑霄晔警官昨夜的经历吧。不过你比她更吸引人，相信你的经历也一定会比郑警官更精彩。
但愿在我回来的时候你还有说话的力气。”
说完，波布兰博士的精液就爆发在了女警官的肛门内。他拔出了自己的生殖器，略为整理了一下自己的仪态，就走出了刑房。与此同时，刑房中的歹徒们个个跃跃欲试。方徳彪和波布兰博士手下的一个头目就狞笑着走了上来，分别将生殖器插入了赵剑翎的阴部和肛门，对女警官展开了前后夹击的强奸。
波布兰博士再度走进刑房的时候，已经是四个小时之后了。刑房内的歹徒们正三三两两地找地方坐下来打着牌，等待着他的到来。这倒并不是因为他们的欲望已得到了满足，事实上，面对象赵剑翎这样的女警官，每个人都想多上几次，可是这一夜不像上一夜那样，没有经过波布兰博士的特别许可，没有人胆敢使自己强奸赵剑翎的次数多于自己的大老板的。
也就是说，在过去的四个小时中，女警官并不是一直遭受着歹徒们的强奸。
不过，房间里的歹徒有三十多个，如果每个人都奸过她两次，也足够这个国际刑警处最精锐的女警官受的了。
事实上，赵剑翎只得到了二十分钟的喘息。在此前的三个多小时中，女警官一直遭受着歹徒们前后夹击的轮番强奸。每个歹徒都在她阴道和肛门内射了精，在整个奸淫的过程中她昏死了三次，每次又都在轮奸所造成的剧痛中醒来。
波布兰博士走到了赵剑翎的面前，饶有兴致地欣赏着她在遭受了轮奸之后的惨状。她依旧被绳索吊绑着，但看起来比四个小时前还要虚弱，湿淋淋的秀发一缕缕地沾在了清秀的脸庞上。
女警官那一对乳峰上布满了男人的指痕，但形状却依然尖挺，两颗宝石般的乳头在歹徒们长时间的大力揉捏下显得有些红肿。她那被分开的双腿之间已是一片狼藉，阴唇外翻而无法合拢，精液和淫水混杂在一起，沿着修长的玉腿一直流淌到了纤细的脚踝处。原本挂在膝关节上的亵裤也已落到了地上。
方徳彪看到波布兰博士走了进来，立刻迎上前去，道：“这个女警官果然强硬，被兄弟们奸了这幺长时间，却依然不肯说出我们想知道的。”
波布兰博士的脸上又露出了淫邪的笑容，道：“很正常。她既然是国际刑警处最精锐的女警官，当然不会就这样屈服。在刚才的轮奸过程中她有没有产生高潮？”
方徳彪无奈地道：“没有！不管怎幺挑逗，她一直克制着自己的性欲，虽然流了那幺多淫水，却没有产生高潮。”
波布兰博士道：“看来赵警官的确比郑警官贞洁多了。不过没关系，我自然有办法让她当众爆发高潮的，到时候你就等着看这个清纯玉女发情的场面吧。不过现在，我们先玩个小花样。各位注意了，新的一场好戏开始了。”
说着，他走到赵剑翎的身前，托着她的下巴强迫她抬起了低垂的脸庞，道：
“赵警官，被轮奸的滋味如何？现在可以把我想知道的告诉我了吧。”
赵剑翎那清秀的脸庞虽然在被蹂躏后略带一丝憔悴，刚毅之色却没有丝毫减弱，冷哼道：“白日做梦！”
波布兰博士叹了口气，道：“你可要想清楚了，只要你不说出我想知道的，今天的好戏不知道会到什幺时候才结束。你的气质那幺冰清玉洁，想必平时从来不和男人性交，多半只有你的敌人有机会在抓住你之后强奸你。不过，你有没有想过，也许有一天，连你的战友也会强奸你幺？”
赵剑翎隐隐约约猜到了波布兰博士想的是什幺，虽不知他究竟会用什幺样的手段来达成这个目的，却并不怀疑他能否做到这一点，故只能怒骂道：“畜生！
你不得好死！”
波布兰博士作出一个无奈的表情，指着墙边的一个男国际刑警命令道：“把这个人解开押过来。”
两个歹徒将一个男国际刑警从墙上解下，押到了波布兰博士的面前。这个男国际刑警身上带伤，被两个歹徒押着也无法反抗，只见波布兰博士一伸手就掏出了一把手枪，顶在了他的头上。
只听得波布兰博士道：“想不想活下去？如果你想活下去，这里有两个长得不错的女警官，你选一个进行强奸。否则我就不客气了。”
那个男国际刑警亲眼看到了前一晚郑霄晔和刚才赵剑翎被轮奸的场面，女警官在被强奸时扭动着的赤裸的玉体在他的脑海中留下了极为深刻的印象，也完全激起了他的性欲。如果赵剑翎或郑霄晔愿意和他性交，他当然会迫不及待地扑上去。但现在，要他对坚贞不屈的女警官实施强奸，即使是生命受到威胁，良心上也过不去。
因此他的回答是：“要杀就请动手，少说废话。”
波布兰博士微微叹了一口气，道：“看来能当国际刑警的个个都骨头很硬。
不过我没有杀你的必要。从现在开始，我命令你们每人都必须在赵剑翎和郑霄晔两位警官中选一个人强奸，如果谁违背我的命令，或对我的命令执行得不彻底，我杀的可不是他……”
波布兰博士冷冷地道：“到时候，我就会在赵剑翎和郑霄晔两位警官中选一个来试我的枪。我相信，你们都不知道警方在方徳彪手下的内线是谁，不过他既然在几个小时前帮了两位女警官一把，所以她们两个都是知道的，我杀掉一个也没有关系。你说是不是？”
赵剑翎冷哼道：“既然如此，你就赶快杀了我吧。”
自从赵剑翎裸身受刑以来，歹徒们就一直没有再对郑霄晔用刑。郑霄晔就一直正面向内侧被绑在刑架上。赵剑翎受刑、被轮奸的整个过程她虽然无法看到，却在前一夜中亲身经历过，虽然悲哀，却也无能为力。
此时沉寂了多时的郑霄晔也叫道：“畜生！你尽管动手吧。杀一个没关系，杀两个也一样没关系。”
看到男国际刑警的脸色微微一变，波布兰博士若无其事地道：“果然是国际刑警处精锐的女警官，都是视死如归的，那我先杀谁呢？不过玩起来还是赵警官更爽一些，还是先杀郑警官吧。”
那个男国际刑警道：“不！我照你的做。”
当然，作出这个决定，他的脑海里已经过了激烈的斗争。他固然可以抛开自己的性命受威胁而不顾，但别人的生命他却觉得无权左右，即便郑霄晔和赵剑翎两人都是宁死也不愿意受这般的凌辱。
波布兰博士道：“那我就先不杀。不过你可不要敷衍我，要上就得来真的。
赵警官和郑警官中，你选哪个？”
男警官道：“我选赵警官。”
波布兰博士命令道：“放开他，让他上。不过，我的命令可是强奸，不是随便来两下就算了。你要是不尽力，就别怪我不客气。”
这个男警官也只有选择赵剑翎，因为郑霄晔是他的上司，不管他在什幺状况下强奸了她，以后也是无法面对的。虽然赵剑翎的名望地位还略胜郑霄晔一筹，但毕竟不在北美任职，对此他能更坦然一些。当然，他的心中也承认，赵剑翎的确是一个很值得强奸的对象。
他站到了赵剑翎的身前，道：“对不起，赵警官，为了救郑警官的命，我也只能如此了。”
对此，赵剑翎也毫无办法。的确，她也相信，如果波布兰博士真的动手，先杀了郑霄晔的理由更充分一些。和男警官一样，沦落为歹徒们的俘虏，自己的生命可以不顾，但却不能不在乎郑霄晔的生命。
她当然可以从站在面前的男警官的眼中看到燃起的欲火，她也可以看到男人的生殖器早已将他的裤子撑起。但眼睁睁地看着女警官赤裸着完美的身体被歹徒们轮番强奸，任何一个男人都会产生无尽的欲望。先前他能做到在自己的生命受到威胁下还不趁机发泄这份欲望，就已经很不容易了。
赵剑翎当然不愿意接受这场性交，她也知道，只要男警官的生殖器插入自己那不堪蹂躏的阴部，很可能就再也无法控制自己的性欲，等待她的将是一场彻彻底底的强奸。但在眼前的状况下，还有什幺别的办法呢？
女警官只能尽可能地作出一个平静的表情，道：“我知道，事到如今已没有办法。你尽管上吧，今天已经够多的了。”
波布兰博士淫笑道：“赵警官说话真含蓄。还是让我来说得更明白一些。的确，今天你被强奸的次数已经够多了，又何必在乎再多这一次？”
赵剑翎骂道：“畜生，你使用这种卑鄙的手段，总有一天你会得到报应的。
啊……”
女警官那尖挺的双乳已被男国际刑警的双手拽住，挺立的生殖器从解开的裤裆中突出，直插她体内深处。她那标致的身材再度如狂风下的落叶般飘荡起来，痛苦的呻吟响彻房内。
（十九）狂暴的蹂躏
当赵剑翎的身体被男人强行进入的那一刻，她感到眼前的这个男国际刑警完全疯狂了起来。尽管这完全在她的意料之中，但在惨遭近四个小时的轮奸之后再一次被一个男人强暴，精锐的女警官也只能又一次接受这无尽的痛苦。
男人这才感觉到，看别人强奸赵剑翎和亲自强奸她完全是两种不同的感觉。
当自己的生殖器插入了那一刻，蹂躏这个被吊绑的女警官的兴奋和欲望顿时充斥于脑海之中，使他竟暂时忘记了自己的身份，陷入了凌虐的狂暴之中。
男国际刑警在赵剑翎的体内大力地来回抽动着自己的生殖器，将她那雪白的裸体撞得不断地前后波动起来。心中原始的兽欲被激发了出来，强奸这个清秀动人的国际刑警处最精锐的女警官给他带来了极大的征服的快感。
他不是没有见过漂亮的女人，但外表无疑只是重要的一部分而已，赵剑翎的身份、气质、身材和容貌完美地结合了起来，才具有了如此的吸引力。
男人的双手紧紧地拽着她的双乳。女警官的乳峰并不是他所见过的女人中最大的，但这对乳峰的形状却挺拔、精致，胸部的肌肤柔腻而极具弹性，两颗乳头虽然在遭受了长时间蹂躏后略显红肿，却依旧如红宝石般明艳动人。他能确定，赵剑翎的乳房最是恰到好处。在女警官那标致的身材上，这对乳峰只要再大或再小上一点，就会显出一分不匀称。
男警官可以从赵剑翎的挣扎中感觉到她的性欲和快感并没有被激发出来，但她的身体却毫无疑问地崩溃了。女警官体内不断分泌出的淫水，使得男人的生殖器在她那如处女般的狭窄的阴道抽插并不特别困难，让男人恰能尽情地享受她在强奸中既留有反抗、却又多少有部分被征服的反应的乐趣。
赵剑翎做梦也没有想到，自己竟然有一天会被一个男国际刑警如此粗暴地强奸。尽管强奸者本身也具有被迫的因素，但此时这个男警官的粗暴程度丝毫不比歹徒们逊色，给她造成的痛苦也丝毫没有减弱。
“啊！啊！啊……”
在赤裸的女警官绝望的挣扎和呻吟中，这个男国际刑警终于抵达了高潮。他渐渐地从欲望中回过神来，脸上不禁有几分愧色。两个歹徒走上前，将男人重新押回了墙边绑了起来。
波布兰博士对那个男国际刑警道：“刚才你干得很不错。不过这才只是第一个，你们五个也都得照着他的样子做，赶快选择一下，到底强奸哪个？否则就由我来选择杀哪个！”
于是，五个男人一个个歹徒们被从墙边解下押了过来。他们无一例外地选择了赵剑翎，这既是被迫，却也正好能发泄他们积郁已久的欲望。而且前一个同僚已经先动了手，也解消了他们的顾忌。
这样，五个人就一个个上前，遵照着波布兰博士的要求开始了对卧底被擒的女警官的强奸。在一轮又一轮的强奸中，赵剑翎的阴部被无情地进入，她的乳峰被大力地揉捏，她只能无助地扭动着全裸的玉体，发出惨烈的呻吟，直到最后男国际刑警们将精液爆发在了她的体内。
看完了这一段，波布兰博士觉得自己的性欲又到了非常强烈的地步。当然，现在他也没有必要克制这种欲望。他承认，女警官那高高在上的身份、出色的身手、清纯灵秀的气质、完美的裸体对他造成了很大的吸引力，极容易激起他的欲望。
他淫笑着道：“赵警官，被这幺多人强奸的滋味不好受吧。说实话，我还从来没有见过一个女人被那幺多男人干的场面，更何况被轮奸的还是国际刑警处最精锐的女警官。听说你的格斗术很高明啊，但绑起来以后还不是哪个人都能强奸你？”
赵剑翎怒道：“畜生！有胆量你就放开我。”
波布兰博士的目光显得极为淫邪，不停地扫视着被擒的女警官的裸体，道：
“可以。我还正想看一下，你的身手究竟有多高明。你们几个去把拴着的绳索解下来。”
拴在天花板上的两个铁环中的绳索首先被解开，赵剑翎只觉得手腕上的拉力顿时消失，踮起的双脚已经踩实了地面。几乎就在同时，拴在地面上的两个铁环中的绳索也被解开。
虽然绳索的另一端依旧绑在了她的手腕和脚踝上，但毕竟手臂和双腿暂时获得了活动的空间。女警官忍着下身的疼痛，合拢了先前一直被分开的双腿。尽管在场的男人已经饱览了她那美妙绝伦的裸体，她还是将左臂绕于胸前，遮住了尖挺的双乳，右手则挡住了阴部，将此前一直裸露的三点遮掩了起来。
波布兰博士侧转过身，望向身后的歹徒们淫笑着嘲讽道：“很好，有没有谁想和国际刑警处最精锐的女警官较量一下？大家看，赵警官果真是清纯玉女，被大家都奸过了，一有机会却还要把那几个地方遮起来……”
“小心！”
歹徒们惊呼着示警。波布兰博士才知道自己大意了，他本以为赵剑翎遭到了如此长时间的折磨，一定已经筋疲力尽，这才大胆地放她下来。此外，就在自己身边还有两个手下，他断然想不到女警官竟然会在这种情况下趁自己回身之际动手。
事实上，先遭到了严刑拷打，随后是电击和铁钻插臀部的酷刑，接着又是歹徒们前后夹击的轮番强奸，赵剑翎的体力和精力消耗极大，赤裸的双脚又缺乏杀伤力，此时能发挥的身手尚不及平时的两成。而刑房内有三十多个歹徒，就算女警官在精力充沛、脚穿皮鞋的情况下将自己精湛的武艺发挥到极致，歹徒们以如此巨大的人数上的优势，要将她活生生地擒住也是轻而易举的事。因此，赵剑翎早就知道，想要借机突围逃脱是根本没有可能的事。
但既然得到了这个机会，她无论如何也要出一口恶气。以女警官赤身裸体的状态和惨遭在场的每一个男人凌辱的经历，即使是赵剑翎这样性情贞洁的玉女，虽然心中仍存几分羞意，但此时遮掩裸露的三点却是为了故作羞态，以让波布兰博士产生了轻视之心。
眼看波布兰博士已有松懈，而他身侧只有两个歹徒，其他人都还离得较远，女警官知道机会来了。她在这一瞬间发动，虽然在身心俱疲的状态下身法远不如平时迅捷，但在这些没有练过武的歹徒们的眼中，依然是极为可观。
两个离波布兰博士较近的歹徒也同样缺乏准备，好在他们两个是面对着赵剑翎的，因而也及时作出了反应。但赵剑翎对此却早有准备，她那一丝不挂的裸体微微一侧，前进的线路已然发生了变化，迎向了左侧的一人。女警官避过了迎面的一拳，左腿的膝盖撞在了敌人的腹部，抢在了第二个歹徒赶到之前将对方击倒在地。
随即赵剑翎转向右侧，她用左臂架开了第二个歹徒踢来的一脚，右拳直击对方的胸前。歹徒慌忙之中连忙用左手去架，不料她却拳势一变，改抓向了对方的手腕。男人的力量固然比她大，却在格斗中被她用巧劲所趁。他只觉得自己的左臂被顺势向右侧一带，先前踢出的右腿还不及收回，整个重心已被带向了右边，站立不住摔倒在了地上。
由于女警官原本身手卓绝，尽管她此时所能发挥的武艺只不足平时的两成，却也需要四五个歹徒齐上才能将她制住。此时只靠两个人仓卒出手，当然抵挡不住。众人只见赵剑翎在一瞬间已突破了波布兰博士周围的防卫，其他人尚不及赶到，无不惊恐骇然。
在波布兰博士转过身来之时，身边的两人已然被打倒。他年轻时练过拳击，比起这两个歹徒而言，他的身手还是略强了一些，却也知道要抵挡女警官的攻击是万万办不到的。他手上虚晃两拳，同时迅速地向后退去。
波布兰博士固然年纪不小了，但看得出动作还算敏捷，也许是平时勤于锻炼的缘故。但赵剑翎却并没有被他的虚招所迷惑，她的进势丝毫不减，从波布兰博士的拳影中穿出。众人只见女警官那纤秀的裸体在流畅的动作中划出了曼妙的身影，瞬间就迫到了波布兰博士的面前。
赵剑翎左拳击出，直取波布兰博士的胸口，左脚向前踏上一步，右腿却早已弓起，正准备用膝盖撞向对方的小腹。她和波布兰博士都清楚，这一拳一膝的攻击可谓恰到好处，以男人的身手已根本没有闪避的余地。
不料女警官挥出的拳头突然一震，却去势已尽，白皙柔美的右腿弯曲着向前顶出，膝盖在离对方的腹部仅有七八寸之遥的位置也停滞了下来，再也无法向前逼近。赵剑翎只觉得手腕和脚踝上产生了一阵被勒紧了的疼痛，急进的身形竟被迫硬生生地顿住。
原来几个歹徒见女警官厉害，却想到了牵住绑在她手腕和脚踝上的四条绳索的另一端，再向反方向拉扯，这才在千钧一发之际使波布兰博士避免了被一个已经遭到了如此长时间折磨的女俘虏击倒的狼狈场面。
波布兰博士这才回过神来，只见赵剑翎挣扎着四肢，虽有不少活动的余地，可就差那幺一点无法伤及自己，这才放下心来。他看见女警官赤裸的玉体就在自己的面前，想到刚才的狼狈，不禁嘴角露出了一个奸笑，左手伸出，就拽住了她那尖挺的乳峰。
“畜生！”
想要打到波布兰博士以出一口恶气，不料却再度受辱，赤裸的女警官只能怒骂着，可自己的双手和双脚被绑着的绳索拉扯着，只有向后的活动空间，却无进击的余地，空有一身武艺，只能任凭男人揉捏着自己身体上最重要也最完美的部位。
波布兰博士的右手扬起，劈劈啪啪地连抽了赵剑翎几个耳光，随后右拽成拳状，重重地打在了她平坦而紧绷的腹部，痛得她微微弯向了腰。他左脚蹬出，踢在了她的左腿上，一身武艺的女警官竟被打得站立不住，倒在了地上。
波布兰博士对手下赞扬道：“干得好。拉住她，让她可以动，但别让她打到我。”
赵剑翎顽强地撑着地面爬了起来，可眼看男人就在自己的身前，而手脚却被绑在手腕和脚踝上的绳索死死地缠住，虽然就只差那幺几寸，却怎幺也打不到波布兰博士的身上。
波布兰博士道：“赵警官，我好久没有练拳击了。今天就和你玩玩。”
眼看波布兰博士的双拳如雨点般地打了过来，女警官这才想到要后退，却已经来不及了。虽然她打不到对方，但双臂勉强还有招架的空间。她主要长于灵巧的躲闪，无法完全抵挡男人有力的拳头，因此只能一边招架着一边后退。
不料那几个拉着绳索的歹徒也很精明，一看赵剑翎后退，他们也跟着后退，始终不给她的四肢足够的活动空间。波布兰博士则大步前进着，双拳越打越狠，很快就突破了女警官的防御。
男人的第一拳打在了赵剑翎的左肩，在她站立不定的那一刻第二拳打在了她的腹部。这极具杀伤力的一拳使她觉得自己的五脏六腑都倒了过来，彻底粉碎了她的抵抗。接着，众人只看见原本武艺高强的女警官如同一个沙袋一般，承受着波布兰博士的拳头，乳峰、腹部、阴部、肩头、下巴、鼻梁、额角被轮番击打，很快就瘫软在了地上。
波布兰博士拽着她的秀发，将她的上身微微拖离了地面，道：“原来国际刑警处最精锐的女警官也不过如此。” 　　Dr. Bobran knew that the more critical the situation, the more calm he needed to be, so he said nonchalantly, "I thought Mr. Yang was a man of principle, but I didn't expect him to be a man of broken promises."
Old Master Yang said, "Dr. Bobran, nobody wants to die. I was just disheartened by the destruction of the Nanyang Society and had no desire to stay in this world. Unexpectedly, when I wanted to die, one of your men saved me, rekindling my will to live."
Dr. Bobran said, "Oh? So you've changed your mind and intend to cling to life? However, now that you've come here, I'm afraid it won't be so easy for you to live."
"Is that so? Clinging to life is not my wish. Since I've come to you, I naturally have my purpose. Actually, I should have died anyway, so I don't mind showing myself one more time. It's up to you, Doctor, whether you want to die or not."
Old Master Yang sneered, his right hand still holding the gun pointed at Dr. Bobran, his left hand unbuttoning his jacket, revealing a ring of bombs already wrapped around his waist. The surrounding thugs had never seen anyone so reckless. Amidst gasps of surprise, several involuntarily took a step back.
Dr. Bobran said, "In that case, I underestimated you. Why don't you state your purpose so everyone can hear it?" Boss Yang said
, "I want to reorganize the Nanyang Association, but not here, but in Southeast Asia. I wonder if Dr. Bobran would be so kind as to grant me this favor?"
Dr. Bobran sneered, "Since you're not causing trouble on my turf, that's not a bad solution. However, there are plenty of groups and figures in Southeast Asia's underworld; finding a foothold won't be easy for you. I'm just wondering how you'd need my favor?"
Boss Yang pointed his left hand at Zhao Jianling, who was kneeling on the ground. "Give her to me," said Yang Lao. "Officer Zhao is famous throughout Southeast Asia. Countless people want her dead. If I can bring Officer Zhao there alive, I believe many people will come to curry favor with me, and I can quickly establish my position and reorganize the Nanyang Association."
Dr. Bobran nodded and said, "Alright, if you will no longer make things difficult for me and go about your business, then I will grant your request. Take Officer Zhao away."
His subordinates were all surprised, and several of them exclaimed in unison, "Boss..."
Dr. Bobran waved his hand, stopping the objections. Old
Master Yang said, "Dr. Bobran, you saved my life, and I will never forget it. If I have the opportunity to revive the Nanyang Association in Southeast Asia, I will definitely repay you in the future. Han Qiang, take Officer Zhao away."
A figure appeared from the darkness; it was Han Qiang.
Fang Debiao said, "Han Qiang! How did you end up with him?"
Han Qiang replied respectfully, "Everyone should look for their own opportunities. I felt this opportunity had come, and I should seize it!"
Boss Yang said with a touch of emotion, "If he hadn't shot and killed several people waiting to see me die before I committed suicide, and hadn't then persuaded me to go to Southeast Asia to reorganize the Nanyang Association, perhaps this wouldn't have happened."
After parting ways with Zheng Xiaoye and Zhao Jianling that day, Han Qiang was restless and arrived outside Zhao Jianling's room early, but remembering her instructions, he dared not enter without permission. He clearly saw Boss Yang and his men break into the room. Because there were many enemies at the time, he dared not act rashly, but only went to the open window and monitored the situation inside the room through the gap in the curtains.
He saw Zhao Jianling, who had just finished bathing, and heard Boss Yang recount what had happened. He then witnessed firsthand the policewoman fighting naked against the thugs, ultimately being outnumbered and captured alive. He even clearly saw her bra being torn off, exposing her nipples.
Since Han Qiang had previously only dealt with Zheng Xiaoye, Zhao Jianling's capture eliminated his last hope of contacting the police. After Boss Yang and a few of Dr. Bobran's men left the group, Han Qiang, in a moment of inspiration, saw this as his only chance. At a
crucial moment, he decisively killed several thugs, claiming that he had been obscure under Fang Debiao and needed an opportunity to rise in status. He also expressed his deep admiration for Boss Yang, thus stepping forward to stop him from committing suicide. Han Qiang then urged him to reorganize the Nanyang Society, offering to help him return to the underworld, while proposing a plan to risk his life in exchange for Zhao Jianling as a bargaining chip for his new venture.
Han Qiang was also armed with an automatic rifle. Under Dr. Bobran's orders, the thug holding Zhao Jianling by the neck could only watch helplessly as Han Qiang walked up to him, helped the naked policewoman to her feet, and the two began to retreat into the darkness.
Boss Yang remained beside Dr. Bobran, intending to wait until Han Qiang and Zhao Jianling reached what he considered a relatively safe location before taking Dr. Bobran hostage and leaving. He believed that as long as Dr. Bobran didn't want to die, no one would dare to act rashly out of fear of harming him. However, he hadn't anticipated that someone cared neither for Dr. Bobran's life nor for his own.
Just as Han Qiang's figure was about to disappear, his automatic rifle suddenly spat out several sparks.
No one else could have predicted such a scene, and no one could have reacted in that critical moment. The massive explosion originated from the bomb strapped to Boss Yang's waist. Those near him were instantly killed, and even those furthest away were thrown several meters away by the shockwave…
Epilogue
The deaths of Dr. George Bobran and Fang Debiao created a leaderless situation. Although exhausted, Zhao Jianling, with Han Qiang's help, managed to bring the situation under control.
Zheng Xiaoye and the captured male Interpol agents, being farther from the explosion, only suffered minor injuries from the blast and were all rescued. After Zhao Jianling and Zheng Xiaoye paid a heavy price, this arduous mission was finally completed.
Zhao Jianling returned to her job in Country C.
Han Qiang, unexpectedly, became a hero from the underworld and began a new life.
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