[Urban] Fuse (Complete) - 4-6

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Chapter 6

To be honest, I really didn't expect to run into Zhang Ning at this time and place. Actually, I never thought we'd have a chance to meet again after that encounter on the bus.

And under such an awkward situation.

Zhang Ning was stunned when she saw me, then looked at the gun in my hand, completely at a loss. She had no idea what was going on, didn't know what my relationship with Chen Yan was, or whether I was joking. In short, she didn't seem very scared.

That's good, it saves them from screaming when they're scared, I hate that the most.

"Song Bin? You...you...what's going on? What are you doing here? You..." She seemed to want to ask if I knew Chen Yan, but seeing the situation, she didn't dare to speak.

"Don't talk! Go inside!" I pointed the gun inside, and the two women obediently went in.

"Song Bin, what are you doing?! You know her?" Chen Yan looked at me, then looked at Chen Yan. "Are you kidding me? What's going on between you two? What's he doing at your house? How did you two meet?"

"I just ran away from my house. I was framed for murder, understand?"

"Murder? How could that be? You…" Zhang Ning suddenly covered her mouth, "You, could it be you…" "

That's right, the police in our compound came to arrest me! I barely managed to escape, I was framed!"

"How could you kill someone!? This is unbelievable… What… what happened!?"

"Damn it! Didn't I tell you I didn't kill anyone! I was framed!" Zhang Ning was clearly terrified and didn't even hear what I said. I was both anxious and angry, and yelled at her, scaring her into shrinking into a ball.

"Okay, okay, I understand. You didn't kill anyone. I know, I believe you."

"By the way, you said your brother led the search, right? Is your brother a policeman too?" I remembered that Chen Yan called the other person "Captain Zhang" on the phone earlier, and Zhang Ning also has the surname Zhang. Could this little girl's brother be the head of the police force?

"My brother is... a policeman, so what?"

"That's great. When you see your brother, tell him I was framed." I repeated the whole story again. "Someone definitely framed me. I don't care if you believe it or not, you have to explain this to your brother."

Zhang Ning was quite straightforward, just nodding.

"By the way, how did you two meet?" I asked Zhang Ning, only then learning that they were high school classmates. Zhang Ning's brother works at the Public Security Bureau, and Chen Yan's father is the secretary of the Municipal Political and Legal Committee. After Chen Yan graduated from university, he helped her get a civil servant status and placed her in the Public Security Bureau. "

I knew it! This little girl has her own house and car, and despite her low rank, she has her own service pistol. She can ask for leave from her superiors so easily—turns out she has powerful connections.

" "Besides you, who else will be coming here later?"

"I don't know." Zhang Ning seemed calmer now, and said to me, "What are you planning to do? Be a fugitive for life? Do you want to be wrongly accused for the rest of your life?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, I'll get out of here first. I can't let the police catch me."

"If you're really wrongly accused, my brother will definitely investigate thoroughly. My brother is a good cop." Zhang Ning mustered her courage, looking at me expectantly. I knew she'd say the same useless nonsense as Chen Yan. This little girl doesn't know the harsh realities of the world; she thinks real police are like those in the movies .

"A good cop doesn't mean he'll believe me. If we hadn't known each other beforehand, would you think I'm telling the truth?"

"I believe you!" Zhang Ning said firmly; I saw no falsehood in her eyes.

“It’s no use if you believe me, your brother has to believe me. Do you know that’s two lives lost? My wife and another person are still missing, which could also be two more deaths. Can your brother handle such a big case alone? If he can’t solve it, I don’t think he’ll keep his job. These days, everyone looks out for themselves.”

“How do you know he can’t solve it?”

I didn’t answer. Whether the case is solved or not isn’t what I’m concerned about right now. If this is really related to Zhang Chaoping, it will lead to another murder case. And all the things I did before will probably be found out. Then I’ll suffer the same fate.

I just want to find a place to stay first, calm myself down, and then consider the next step.

Mr. A said that the box was switched, and I swear I’m not mistaken, unless Zhang Chaoping’s box was fake. But if Zhang Chaoping saw through us long ago and deliberately set a trap for us, he wouldn’t need to send assassins to go on a killing spree. He could have easily sent people to wipe us out beforehand, avoiding all the trouble later.

So, Zhang Chaoping's box really was missing, which is really strange.

No, could this whole thing be a setup, the box incident a complete fabrication, or a mistake on our part? Was there really no box to pass, and this whole thing was a setup to lure Mr. A out and kill him?

Maybe it's true; if so, it makes sense.

But who's framing me? Is Zhang Chaoping involved? Could it be that Xiao Ma? Unless he's insane, how could he do something like this? This is murder.

I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out; anything is possible. So I handcuffed the two of them together, attached them to the exercise equipment, and tied them up again with rope. I searched her room again; I needed to find something to defend myself on the road. I was sure this escape wouldn't be easy.

"You'll have to make do for now. Someone will come to rescue you once I'm gone." Ignoring Zhang Ning's advice, I asked for the property management's phone number, then taped their mouths shut before turning and leaving.

I exited through the small door of Building 1; there were indeed no security cameras there, and the security guard at the entrance didn't ask any questions.

Once on the street, I really didn't know where to go. Should I leave this city for a while? Perhaps soon my photo would be plastered all over train stations and residential areas, and every patrol officer would have it. Staying here was too dangerous.

I needed to find a place to hide quickly and wait until it was light and there were more people before trying to sneak out on a long-distance bus. It was nighttime, and wandering the streets alone in the middle of the night would inevitably get me caught by the police.

So I boarded a bus heading west. The final stop was a large logistics center, a large integrated logistics center combining parking, accommodation, catering, distribution, and warehousing. I had done business here before, so I was quite familiar with it. Moreover, this place is far from the city center and close to the suburbs, with frequent long-distance buses passing through, making it very convenient.

After getting off the bus, I didn't dare look for a hotel; perhaps all the hotels had already received my faxed photos by now.

So I wandered the streets. This kind of rural-urban fringe area is practically a red-light district, with brothels operating under the guise of legitimate businesses everywhere, and prostitutes dressed provocatively and heavily made up throngs of people. I was exhausted and needed to find a place to replenish my energy; it wasn't safe outside, so I had to go to them.

The women noticed me looking them over and knew I had business, so they all started to seduce me. A few of the brothel girls even grabbed my clothes and tried to pull me inside.

I didn't go into the brothel, but instead searched among the streetwalkers, and I actually found one. One of them looked quite old, but she didn't have the typical provocative air of a sex worker; she stood there and when she saw me looking at her, she even avoided my gaze.

The woman was probably around forty. Her makeup made her look younger, but her revealing clothes clashed with her appearance. She

was probably new to prostitution, or perhaps a laid-off worker.

I walked up to her and asked directly, "Are you a prostitute?" The woman blushed instantly and stammered, unsure what to say. A blonde woman next to her answered for her, saying she was new and knew nothing, implying that the woman knew everything. I turned

my face away, hiding my face in the shadow of my baseball cap.

"What's the price per pound?"

"One...one hundred." I figured that was about the right price. The woman probably intended to ask for more, but changed her mind for fear of losing business.

"One hundred, okay, let's go. Do you have a place?"

"Yes, yes, I have a place. It's not far behind." The woman seemed to have forgotten about being shy; I was probably her first customer, and she didn't want to let me go. I pulled my hat down low and walked with her towards the back of the alley.

The woman's place was indeed her own home, one of those old-style tenement buildings. The interior was less than forty square meters, but even this small space felt spacious because the furnishings were simple, with hardly any furniture. She clearly lived a very difficult life, but it was still quite clean.

"How long have you been doing this?" I stopped her as she started to undress.

"Ah..." The woman didn't know how to answer; clearly, something about her hadn't worn off. I sat on the bed and asked, "Did you just start out?"

"No... I've been married before, I have experience..."

"I wasn't asking that. I meant, how many clients do you get on average per night?" The woman lowered her head and remained silent; I knew it must be very difficult. I asked, "Were you laid off?" The woman's eyes immediately reddened, and she almost cried. She quickly wiped her eyes, but the tears smudged her makeup.

"How about this, I'll give you five hundred, I'll take you all night, okay?"

The woman burst into tears, almost kneeling down and calling me "brother." I helped her up. He said, "I'll sleep here for one night, and you don't have to do anything, understand? I just need a place to sleep for the night. Get me some liniment for bruises, and since I'm leaving tomorrow, you have to promise me one thing: you can't tell anyone you've seen me."

The woman readily agreed, and I believed she would keep her promise.

Lying in bed, waves of fatigue washed over me. I had been in a state of extreme tension, and now, with my muscles slightly relaxed, my whole body ached. The woman brought me a bottle of liniment, and I rubbed it on the bruises on my body.

What was in that box? I started to have all sorts of wild thoughts. Could it be money? Impossible. I weighed it in my hand; it was very light, almost empty. This meant it couldn't be very large or heavy.

Of course, if it was a trap, there wouldn't be anything inside.

Now I could only think of two possibilities: first, it was a setup, and Mr. A and I had both fallen for it, but I was lucky to escape with my life. But that couldn't explain the murder that happened in my house. Perhaps these are two unrelated cases that I just happened to stumble upon, but I don't think it's that much of a coincidence.

Secondly, this isn't a setup, which complicates things. Where is the real box? Almost everyone who knew about it is dead, except for me. And the other murder case is even more inexplicable.

Wait, I didn't see Ms. B at the scene. Is she still alive? Not necessarily. Given the ruthlessness of those two killers, it's unlikely they would let her go. Maybe she was murdered somewhere else.

Thinking about this, I fell asleep.

In my dream, the bloody crime scene kept reappearing. I dreamt of Mr. A's corpse, riddled with bloody holes, crawling towards me with a terrifying expression on his face, while I was trapped in a corner, unable to move. Then, the two men in the house were being brutally murdered by a blurry shadow, which then approached me with a knife, while Wang Hui ignored me, grabbed something, and ran away.

I had this kind of dream all night.

I slept until almost 11 a.m. before waking up. I straightened my clothes and checked that my things were still there. The woman wasn't inside. When I went outside, I found her talking to a man, her face full of anxiety, as if she were pleading. The man looked impatient and didn't listen to the woman at all. When he saw me, he immediately became wary and went straight into a Lanzhou noodle restaurant by the roadside.

I walked over, and when the woman saw me, her face changed instantly.

I ignored their feud; I was too busy with my own affairs. I just told the woman not to mention me to anyone. The woman looked at me strangely, with a conflicted expression.

Looking at the man inside, he was chatting and laughing with two men who looked like they were from Xinjiang, but he kept glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

Leaving the alley and onto the street, a long-distance bus just passed by. I hadn't decided where to go yet, so I just picked one and got on. Then I called the property management of Longxiang Dizhuang and asked them to pick up Chen Yan and Zhang Ning.

I didn't want to take out my money after getting on the bus; keeping your wealth hidden is basic common sense. So I took out the envelope, intending to pull out a bill, but when I took it out, I was stunned. The money inside had turned into a stack of old newspapers.

I was completely dumbfounded. The money was definitely fine; it was perfectly good when I got it from Chen Yan.

That woman!? She was my first thought. That man from earlier… I suddenly understood. Prostitutes like them must be controlled by local thugs or something. That man was definitely one of those kinds of people. I slept very soundly last night; could he have taken advantage of the situation to steal my money?

My blood rushed to my head.

When I stormed back to the Lanzhou noodle shop, the man was gone. Only the two Xinjiang men remained, glaring at me menacingly, each with an empty beer bottle beside them. The restaurant owner stood at the door, rushing over to stop me from going in.

"He's not here, you'd better leave quickly, don't cause trouble..." the shopkeeper whispered, pushing me towards the door, as if afraid I'd start a fight. He seemed to know something; these guys were sure I wouldn't dare call the police.

"Where did that guy go?" I glared at him, my eyes blazing with anger. I was truly desperate. Without money, I was cut off from my livelihood.

"He left a long time ago..." The shopkeeper was intimidated by my expression, seemingly realizing this wasn't someone to be trifled with.

"Where does he live?" I glared at the two Xinjiang men behind the shopkeeper, my hand reaching into my pocket. Yesterday, I found a police-issue self-defense device at Chen Yan's house—a genuine King of Fire. I knew that since she even had a gun, she'd definitely have something like this. Small and exquisite, it looked like something for a woman, perfect for self-defense on the road.

With this in hand, I wasn't afraid of them in a fight. The series of close calls these past two days seemed to have revived the courage I'd cultivated in the army.

The two Xinjiang men pretended not to hear and remained silent, one of them already grabbing a bottle.

I tried to force my way in, but the owner desperately stopped me. I turned around and shouted something at the two men in Xinjiang. Two people eating there were so scared they stopped eating and ran away.

Seeing that a crowd was gathering, I was in a dilemma. What if a fight broke out and someone called the police? If the police arrived, it would be terrible. I couldn't just cause a scene like this. Just then, someone grabbed my arm from behind and dragged me backward. I looked and saw it was the woman, so I went along with it and followed her back down.

“Brother, I’m so sorry, I’m not human. I don’t want your money, I’ll give it all back to you, just go now. You can’t afford to mess with those guys.” The woman said, stuffing the money into my hand, the money still warm from her body.

“What the hell do you mean?! I was trying to help you, and you steal my money?” I pushed her away, wanting to slap her.

“No, those guys are gangsters, I live here, I can’t afford to mess with them.” The woman’s tears started flowing again.

“Where is my money now? Is it with that guy?” I was really desperate, I wouldn’t give up until I got my money back.

The woman nodded, but still begged me not to cause trouble. She said she’d seen those guys fight, they were horribly fierce, they wouldn’t even blink when stabbing people with knives. I ignored her, if you push me too far I’ll shoot someone without hesitation.

“Where did he go? Take me to him!”

The woman was too scared to go, just pretending not to know, and finally she just squatted down and started crying. Without a word, I turned and headed back towards the restaurant. The two Xinjiang men had already come out. I no longer cared about the police; the area was so chaotic that the police rarely came here, probably having some kind of tacit agreement with the local police station.

"What the hell do you want?" One of them slammed a bottle against the doorframe, shattering glass and sending sharp shards gleaming coldly. He looked ready to stab me.

Their eyes were fierce, but my expression was even fiercer. Reasoning with these kinds of people was useless. I had to overwhelm them with my presence first, otherwise they wouldn't be afraid.

"You motherfucker! Want to have some fun? Come on!" I gripped my self-defense weapon in my left hand and grabbed the meat cleaver next to me with my right. This startled the people around, who quickly backed away. The two Xinjiang men seemed surprised to encounter someone even fiercer than them; the ferocity in their eyes dimmed considerably.

The shop owner came over again to try and take the knife away; if blood was drawn in his shop, he'd lose his business. But I swung my arm and shoved him away.

"Get lost! Do you even know that guy's phone number? Tell him to come over here right now! Give me my money back! Otherwise, I'll smash this damn shop to pieces!" I said the last sentence to the shop owner.

"Who stole your money? What the hell do you have to prove it?" The two Xinjiang men softened their tone, seemingly realizing I was a tough nut to crack. The shop owner said he didn't know the guy's phone number.

"Proof my ass! Are you fucking screaming or not?!" I cursed.

"What? You fucking want to fight? I'll fucking kill you little bastard today!" The two Xinjiang men, finally unable to hold back their insults, prepared to fight. The shop owner quickly stepped between us, desperately trying to stop them. He then said to me, "You say you lost something, but you didn't lose it here. What are you causing trouble for! If you can't handle it, call the police and see how they handle it."

"Police my ass!" I knew this boss was definitely in cahoots with them, so I slammed my protective charm into his leg. A crackling blue light flashed, and the boss yelled and fell to the ground. Then I went up and kicked one of the guys hard in the groin. The guy didn't expect me to strike first, and the kick made him roll his eyes back in pain. He collapsed to the ground like a boiled shrimp.

When the onlookers saw that a real fight had broken out, they scattered and watched the spectacle from a distance. In the blink of an eye, I had taken down two people. The last one swung a bottle and smashed it, but I hit him with my knife, and the bottle shattered. Seeing that I was really going to swing the knife at him, he turned and ran in fright. I swung the knife at him, and it struck him squarely in the back, drawing blood instantly. The man collapsed to the ground.

The onlookers gasped in shock. Some were throwing knives around; what if they got hurt? Everyone quickly ducked into the nearest storefronts, a few brave souls peeking out.

"You son of a bitch, are you going to talk or not? Get him over here right now!"

I grabbed a man by the hair and dragged him into the restaurant like a dead dog. The owner, helped up by two waiters, had just sat down when he saw me come in, looking like he'd seen a ghost. The owner's wife rushed out, pleading with me and urging the owner to make a phone call.

It turned out one of the Xinjiang men was her brother, the one I'd kicked over.

"Get him over here right now, or I'll smash your shop! Call the police if you want, let's see who dies!"

The owner said helplessly to his wife in Xinjiang. His wife rushed out, but came back saying she couldn't find him. Of course, I wasn't going to let it go. I grabbed the guy with the slash wound on his back and asked, "What's that guy's name? Is my money with him?"

"I don't know..." The man's answer dissatisfied me, so I stomped hard on his face.

Just then, the landlady rushed over in a panic, saying someone had called and told me not to fight. A little while later, the woman came over and said she would take me there, telling me to stop fighting. I felt I'd made enough of a scene and didn't dare linger in public, so I followed her into the alley.

If I had 20,000 yuan, I wouldn't have made such a scene even if 10,000 was stolen, because I was desperate and had no money.

Besides, what these thugs really fear are people more ruthless than them. To call them gangsters is an insult to the name of the underworld; they've never seen what real gangsters are like.

But I have seen them—they are truly cold-blooded killers who don't blink an eye.

So when I saw that man again, I found I wasn't afraid at all. Perhaps I was truly driven to desperation; I even felt I wouldn't be afraid if the police came right now.

The man was playing mahjong in a small courtyard that looked like a village-run factory. The words "Yinkun Industrial Park" were painted in white on the brick wall at the entrance. The iron gate was open, but judging from the factory facilities inside, it was clearly a standard workshop-style factory. The man and several burly men with sallow faces and yellow teeth were enthusiastically building a wall. There was a stack of money next to him, and a torn envelope on the ground.

The woman and I entered what seemed to be a shed in the living area. The man stopped what he was doing and looked at me, as did the other three.

The man's face was defiant, and my eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"I heard you wanted to cause trouble for me. What do you want?"

"That money is mine. Give it back to me and this matter will be over."

"Bullshit! What bullshit proof that it's yours? Your name is on the money!" The man threw away his cigarette butt, straightened the money, stuffed it into his clothes, stood up, and grabbed a steel bar from the side.

The other three also stood up. They hadn't seen me fight before, otherwise they wouldn't have thought that numbers would intimidate me.

I ignored their challenge and instead launched a flying kick, a powerful shin kick to the thigh of the guy closest to me. This was one of my signature moves. The guy was kicked like he'd been struck by an iron rod, knocking over a table and collapsing to the ground clutching his leg.

The other two hadn't expected me to attack so suddenly, and before they could react, I knocked one of them down with my stun gun.

The third guy lunged at me, grabbing me and desperately trying to wrest the stun gun from my hand. I delivered several knee strikes to his stomach, bending him over. By then, the man had circled behind me. I dodged sharply, the steel bar swung around my back, and I tried to turn around, but he held me tightly, resulting in several more blows. My ear was grazed, burning painfully.

With a surge of energy, I twisted my waist and swung my arms, lifting the guy who was holding me up. My sudden movement caught the guy off guard, and he ended up hitting one of his own men on the head, causing him to collapse on the spot.

In no time, all three of the man's companions were down. His face changed drastically, and he turned to run.

I took two steps forward and tackled him, then started punching him repeatedly in the face. He screamed and begged for mercy, desperately protecting his face.

"I won't do it again... Brother... I'll pay you back... I'll pay you back..."

There were other people in this "industrial park," but none of them dared to come out. They probably hadn't seen anyone more ferocious than these men. A few workers peeked out from the workshop, then quickly ducked back inside.

"Fuck your mother!" I touched my ear; it was bleeding. Then I pulled the money from his pocket, stuffing it in without even counting it. "You fucking bastard!" I cursed, then stomped on his head twice. Just as I was about to leave, I heard someone fall behind me.

I turned around and saw the man I had kicked down earlier had just collapsed, the brick in his hand falling to the ground.

A person emerged from behind him.

I was immediately terrified and turned to run, but a soft firing sound came from behind me, and a tranquilizer dart struck the back of my neck. The effect quickly took hold.

I felt dizzy, my legs gave way, and I passed out. This was the second time I had fainted.

******************************************************************* When I woke up, I was no longer in the industrial park. It was like a basement, without windows. But there was a light on the ceiling, so the light was fairly bright. I didn't know how long I had been unconscious; it was probably nighttime again.

I tried to move, but found I couldn't. Looking around, I saw that I was tied to a wire bed in a spread-eagle position, very professionally bound, with no hope of escape.

My mouth was also taped shut.

Cold sweat poured down my forehead. I thought, "I'm done for. I'm in Zhang Chaoping's hands now. I don't know what he's going to do to me." Just as I thought this, I heard the sound of a door opening out of sight, followed by the clatter of high heels approaching.

A woman stood in front of me, staring at me without moving.

I didn't move. Since it was in their hands, there was basically no hope.

The woman ripped the tape off my mouth, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The woman's face was close to mine, and she first swung her arm and slapped me repeatedly, making my vision blur. Then she asked fiercely, "Where's that box? You traitor!"

Traitor? I was so dizzy from the beating that I didn't understand what she meant.

I took a breath, spat out the blood in my mouth, and just asked, "Where is Zhang Chaoping? If you want the box, call Zhang Chaoping to see me. You can kill me, but you won't get a damn thing!" After saying that, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Zhang Chaoping? You really were colluding with other people. You killed so many people, and I really didn't see it coming."

"What did you say? Aren't you Zhang Chaoping's woman? Did Zhang Chaoping send you to arrest me?" After I said that, I felt more and more that something really was wrong.

"I'm Zhang Chaoping's man? What are you pretending for? Don't you know who I am?"

"Aren't you Feng Wu? What are you acting so high and mighty for? Don't think I won't recognize you just because you dyed your hair black! Aren't you Zhang Chaoping's right-hand woman? But that day I tricked you out of the box, Zhang Chaoping must have made you pay, right? Zhang Chaoping killed all of us, leaving only me. What did Zhang Chaoping send you for? To arrest me? Or to kill me?"

The woman in front of me was indeed Feng Wu, but her red hair had turned black again, and she was wearing color-changing glasses.

"What are you talking about? Zhang Chaoping?" Feng Wu's gaze became strange, because she couldn't sense any pretense in my eyes.

"Call Zhang Chaoping out, I'm not talking to you." I could only slowly stall for time, every minute counted. Perhaps Zhang Chaoping was observing me secretly.

"Wait, you still think I'm Zhang Chaoping's man? You don't know my true identity?"

"What true identity?"

"Stop pretending. Let me tell you, Zhang Chaoping isn't here. It's just you and me here. Don't expect him to save your life! He already knows who I am, and you definitely know too. Don't waste my time, tell me where you hid the suitcase?!" With that, Feng Wu pulled out a pistol, released the safety, and pressed it against my forehead.

"What did you say? Zhang Chaoping came to save me? What do you mean by that?" I was completely confused. She had just called me a traitor. Did she think I was an internal spy colluding with Zhang Chaoping?

Wait? Mr. A and the others are all dead. Currently, I'm the only confirmed survivor. And Mr. A said before he died that the suitcase was fake. Could it be… could it be that the organization suspects someone of being a traitor? Colluding with Zhang Chaoping to kill the other members and switching the suitcase?

Could they suspect me?! After all, I'm the only one alive.

And I was the one who directly carried out the deed, so by any measure, I'm the prime suspect.

But what about Feng Wu? I'm starting to have trouble figuring out which side she's on.

"You must have leaked the information. I helped you steal the suitcase. But you didn't give it back to Zhang Chaoping, and he's looking for you everywhere now."

"What nonsense are you spouting? When did I collude with Zhang Chaoping?! You're Zhang Chaoping's man! You all planned this all along, didn't you? To wipe us all out. The suitcase in that room was a fake, bait to lure us in!"

I shouted desperately, and Feng Wu's finger slowly pressed the trigger. I closed my eyes. It's over. With their ruthlessness, they'll definitely shoot me dead.

But the gun didn't fire. I opened my eyes and saw Feng Wu looking at me with confusion.

"I don't think you're lying... but this is just too strange. You really don't know my identity?"

"You're Zhang Chaoping's assistant, that's all I know. If you have any other identity, I'm sorry, I don't know." Feng Wu looked at me; at this point, she really didn't think I had any reason to lie.

"Don't you think the process of stealing that box that day went a little too smoothly?" Feng Wu's expression was really strange.

"Of course, mainly because of your cooperation." My words were sarcastic, but half of them were true. Without Feng Wu that day, it wouldn't have gone so smoothly at all. I even felt that her cooperation was just too perfect; she got exactly what I wanted.

"Of course, because I was ordered to cooperate with you."

"I know, you were ordered by Zhang Chaoping. No wonder you were so obedient."

"Not Zhang Chaoping, but someone else. I also arranged your VIP gold cards. I think you can guess who it is."

"How am I supposed to guess... Wait!?" A sudden flash of insight struck me. This woman had made things easy for me in every way during the operation, and her behavior just now... could it be... could it be...? I pieced together all the information and arrived at a startling conclusion.

"You're Mr. A's mole planted next to Zhang Chaoping!?"

Feng Wu nodded.

That made perfect sense. No wonder she cooperated so well, no wonder everything went so smoothly—she was one of us. Wait, if she was one of us, the box she gave me shouldn't be fake. Then why did Mr. A say it was fake?

I know I'm not a traitor.

There are only two possibilities: either her identity has been exposed, and Zhang Chaoping has subtly used her;

or she is the real traitor.

In either case, the real box should still be in Zhang Chaoping's possession. If it were the second possibility, Feng Wu wouldn't need to waste time talking to me; she could have just shot me. The fact

that she's asking me for the box's whereabouts means the real box isn't actually in Zhang Chaoping's hands. Since Zhang Chaoping has already achieved an overwhelming victory, there's no need for him to hide anything or play tricks anymore.

Does that mean I stole the real box? And her identity has only just been exposed?

Where did the real box go? I haven't had any contact with it since I handed it over to Mr. A.

"You know now? You knew all along, didn't you? You sold me out. Even if Mr. A hadn't told you my identity, I think you could have guessed. He said you seem honest, but you're actually very smart. But I'm lucky, Zhang Chaoping didn't catch me, you're disappointed I didn't die, right?"

"Wait, I'm innocent, I didn't betray you. I still don't understand what happened! I definitely didn't take the box. I still don't know where the real box went!"

I recounted my ordeal from beginning to end. "I had no choice but to escape."

"You don't need to deny it. Everyone else is dead, only you survived, which proves you're the only traitor."

"Wait, aren't you alive too?! You're the traitor!"

"I'm a traitor? I was being chased by Zhang Chaoping's men, I almost lost my life. If I hadn't been prepared, I would have been dead long ago." As she spoke, Feng Wu lifted her clothes, showing me the wounds on her body.

“I almost lost my life too! I was there when Mr. A and the others were killed. If I were a traitor, why would I jump from the third floor? Why would I be sneaking away now?”

“This might be a play you and them put on. Who knows what your purpose is?”

“You can apply that to yourself!” I retorted.

Our eyes met, neither of us giving an inch, but neither of us saw any hypocrisy in the other’s eyes. In fact, after these two years of experience, I was quite confident in whether I was being hypocritical.

If Feng Wu really was Zhang Chaoping’s person, if she really was a traitor, she wouldn’t need to do this. I also saw Feng Wu’s eyes soften with hesitation.

“You’re really not a traitor?”

These words came out of our mouths at the same time…

When Feng Wu returned, the clock on the wall already pointed to 9 o’clock. It was evening again, and I had wasted a whole day for no reason, greatly reducing my chances of successfully escaping the police.

Actually, I don't even know if I'm still in the original city. Ever since I was knocked unconscious by Feng Wu's tranquilizer gun, I woke up in this strange room, completely unaware of what's happening outside.

This room is probably one of Feng Wu's hideouts. The door is locked from the inside; she's been gone for over three hours, and I can only wait here. My stomach is growling with hunger. When she finally returned, I saw she had changed her clothes. She probably just went shopping, but she used my money.

Or rather, the money I stole.

Feng Wu brought back bread and beef jerky. Looking at these things, I smiled and asked her, "There's no poison in this, is there?" Feng Wu's face darkened. She snatched the bread from my hand and took a big bite. Then she took a sip of water: "Hmph, if you're scared, don't eat it!" To be honest, the relationship between us is quite delicate right now. Although we had enjoyed intense and exciting sexual intercourse not long ago, in this precarious situation, neither of us is in the mood to recall that past encounter. Besides, although she untied me, I feel she still doesn't completely trust me.

Of course, I didn't completely trust her either. With friend and foe unclear, I had to be wary of everyone. After all, for someone who had escaped death more than once, caution was never a bad thing.

"You said you exposed your identity, but do you know whether it was before or after that?" "How would I know? But it should be after. Before that, I felt nothing went wrong, and Zhang Chaoping always seemed to trust me. There was no reason for my identity to be leaked." "Who else knows your identity?" I was truly baffled by her. Was this woman one of my own or Zhang Chaoping's? Was she acting or was she telling the truth?

If she was acting, she must want something from me, but I didn't have anything of value for her. Could she be a double agent? My eyes were fixed on her expression, trying to glean something from it.

"No one else, only Mr. A knows my identity. Of course, that doesn't rule out the possibility that someone deduced it from my behavior." As she spoke, Feng Wu's sharp gaze pierced my nerves.

Honestly, when I got the VIP card, I did consider the possibility that Zhang Chaoping might have an informant planted around him, but I honestly never imagined it would be this woman in front of me. Everything she said made sense, but no one could prove it anymore.

"Could it be that he accidentally discovered you when you were contacting the organization?" "Impossible. I haven't contacted the organization much since I infiltrated his ranks. He couldn't possibly know my identity through this method. Besides, Mr. A and I have a one-way communication." Feng Wu's words immediately shut down my line of thought.

"Okay, then what we need to figure out now is that box, that damn broken box is the key! Where did that box go?" "Don't you know?" Feng Wu looked at me with suspicion; the wariness between us hadn't disappeared. This wouldn't benefit either of us. What we needed now was to work together, provided that Feng Wu was telling the truth. I wasn't entirely sure about that, and I guessed she wasn't either.

We could only probe each other's intentions and gradually figure out each other's cards.

"Why do you always suspect me? What means would I have to switch the boxes? What use would I have for them? I've never acted alone before, while you have a great opportunity!" Our conversation circled back to our previous argument.

"If I were Zhang Chaoping's man, I would have shot you long ago!" Feng Wu angrily slammed a water bottle down.

"Okay, I think there's no point in us arguing like this. Fine, let's lay everything out in the open. We're facing a few scenarios: 1. You're Zhang Chaoping's man. If that's the case, it means the boxes are still in Zhang Chaoping's hands. In that case, you don't need to waste your breath on me; just kill me. Unless I possess some significant value that I'm unaware of." "I really want to kill you, but I can tolerate it until I find out the truth." Feng Wu's words were dripping with murderous intent. This woman even has a gun; she's probably capable of killing someone.

"Okay, we can rule that out for now. 2. You're one of us. It's because Zhang Chaoping's suitcase is missing that he realized there was a mole among his men, and thus traced the clues back to you. In other words, if Zhang Chaoping hadn't discovered you beforehand, he wouldn't have found you if the suitcase hadn't gone missing." "That means Zhang Chaoping's suitcase really is missing." I muttered to myself, analyzing the situation, but still felt a bit confused.

"If you're the mole, then this is easily explained," Feng Wu said coldly.

"What? What are you talking about? Why would I be a mole? If I were a mole, Zhang Chaoping would have already sent people to wipe out Mr. A and his group. There would have been plenty of opportunities. Why wait until now?" "Because he needs you to help him find me. If he acts earlier, even if Mr. A and his group are all killed, my inside man will survive. You can use this operation to help him identify me, and then calmly deal with them one by one, eliminating any future troubles. This plan is indeed very feasible." "I... this..." I suddenly felt that what Feng Wu said made a lot of sense, and I was speechless for a moment.

"But why? There has to be a motive! Why would I do this?!" "That's a question for you to answer. Maybe it's money, maybe something else, anything is possible. Humans are inherently prone to betrayal. Maybe you were bribed, or maybe something else forced you to do it. I heard something happened to your family, your wife went missing. Maybe she fell into Zhang Chaoping's hands, forcing you to betray Mr. A and his group." "What? This…" I suddenly realized this was actually quite reasonable. Could the murder at my home not be a coincidence, but something specifically designed to frame me?!

Who is framing me?

"This isn't right, absolutely not right! I only encountered this bloodshed after I got home from there. Before that..." "Your wife wasn't home before that either, right? You only called her, but you didn't see her. Maybe she was already in Zhang Chaoping's hands then?" "Wait! Wait! Whether I'm the mole or you are the mole, the box could only be in Zhang Chaoping's hands. That's for sure. But why did you grab me and ask where the box was just now? If you're sure I'm the mole, then you should know that the real box is still with Zhang Chaoping. How could it be in my hands?" "Also, how exactly do you know that the box was switched? You have no reason to know. Zhang Chaoping lost the box. Under normal circumstances, you should assume that Mr. A got it. Even if Mr. A is dead, you should assume that the organization got it. But you're asking me for it. Why is that?" Feng Wu's face was calm and composed.

I suddenly realized, "Have you already met with the organization? Your injuries..." "Mr. A is right, you're indeed very clever." Feng Wu's face was closer to mine. "Actually, after this was over, I knew my identity would be exposed, so I retreated before Zhang Chaoping could touch me. One of my injuries was left by Zhang Chaoping, but the other two were given to me by the organization." "So you were also considered by them to be..." "That's right. After I retreated, I couldn't contact Mr. A. So I contacted the organization according to the pre-arranged code, but what I got was their attempt to arrest me." Feng Wu gritted her teeth, clearly the experience was unpleasant.

"That's when I found out Mr. A was in trouble. And the surviving member of this group is the most suspicious." "You escaped alone? That's impressive. I noticed earlier that your gun-holding and aiming posture was very professional, and your movements were very agile. Who exactly are you?" I began to have some doubts about Feng Wu's identity. Logically, Mr. A wouldn't have trained her in violent techniques unless it was a skill she already possessed.

Feng Wu ignored my probing.

"The organization didn't receive the real goods. They believe someone switched them halfway through. Everyone involved is under investigation. Mr. A and the others are dead, leaving only you and me. They think it's either you or me, or the two of us working together. I know I didn't do it myself, so it must be you." "You think I switched the goods and took the real ones? Do you think I have that kind of ability?" "Who knows? People die for money, birds die for food. What won't people do for money?" "Are the goods in that box very valuable? What exactly is it?" "I don't know, but I vaguely heard Zhang Chaoping mention it; the contents of that box are worth eight figures." Tens of millions?! Just that little box? I was stunned. Tens of millions! For an ordinary person like me, that's an astronomical figure I could never even dream of.

The most I've ever seen is eight hundred thousand, but that was for debt.

Feng Wu added casually, "I'm talking about Euros." I was completely dumbfounded. That's hundreds of millions in RMB! What could be in that box? It's terrifying! The contents of that tiny box are worth tens of millions of euros? Diamonds? Or some priceless treasure?

Wait, why did she emphasize euros?

A thought flashed through my mind: could this box be destined for overseas? Europe? Otherwise, why would she specifically use euros to price it? Is it smuggling?

"Could Zhang Chaoping's downstream buyer be a foreigner? From Europe?" "I don't know, but it probably is. Otherwise, there's no need to price it in euros. If someone is really willing to pay tens of millions of euros for the goods in this box, that huge sum is enough to make anyone rebel." "But I don't know what's in that box." I said loudly, "This is the first time I've heard you say this." "Really?" Feng Wu clearly didn't believe me.

"Wait, is it possible that Zhang Chaoping embezzled the goods and is making us the scapegoats?" A strange thought suddenly popped into my head.

"You mean..." Feng Wu obviously hadn't considered this possibility. "Zhang Chaoping is just a high-ranking cadre, not the boss. He's only in charge of this matter. Would he dare to steal their boss's goods?" "You said it yourself, 'Men die for money, birds die for food.' If there were hundreds of millions of yuan in front of me, I'd do it even if it meant risking my life." It was as if I had suddenly grasped a clue in my mind. I always felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Now, I suddenly understood.

"But that seems unlikely. Unless Zhang Chaoping saw through our plan from the beginning. If you and I aren't the moles, how did he figure it out? Is he a god?" "The mole is someone else. Have you forgotten Ms. B, who was with me? She could also have identified you, and she hasn't shown herself yet. Is it possible that she's the mole?" "She's not dead?" Feng Wu frowned.

"I don't know, but she wasn't there when Mr. A and the others were attacked. Now she's nowhere to be found, dead or alive." I felt that all of this made more sense.

"What evidence do you have? How do I know if this is all a smokescreen?" "Anything is possible. Ms. B hasn't shown up, so why can't I suspect her?" I rolled my eyes and continued, "Besides, I've noticed some things seem very illogical." "What do you mean by illogical?" "That night, when Mr. A called me over, I was attacked by assassins sent by Zhang Chaoping. As a result, all the organization members present except me died; I was the only one who survived." "Yes, only you survived." Feng Wu's eyes were filled with mockery.

"Please listen to my point. I was panicked and only focused on escaping; I didn't think about many things. But later, I felt that Zhang Chaoping's men's actions were very strange." "How strange?" "Well, take the conflict I had with those thugs, for example. Did you see the whole thing?" "Yes, I was nearby. When you caused a scene on the street, I noticed you. I've been following you ever since, and you didn't notice at all." A smug look appeared on Feng Wu's face.

"My money was stolen, and after I subdued that kid, what was my first reaction?" Feng Wu seemed to have noticed something amiss. "You mean..." "My money was stolen, and my first reaction was to get it back. And after you caught me, your first question was to interrogate me about the whereabouts of the box. That's the normal reaction for someone who has lost something, right?" "But the assassin Zhang Chaoping sent just went straight for the kill, didn't he?" Feng Wu understood somewhat.

"That's right, they didn't say a word, they just opened fire. It's as if their purpose wasn't to retrieve the box, but to kill people. If that box was that valuable, Zhang Chaoping's normal reaction would have been to capture us, interrogate us to find out its location, and then kill us. Now that he's killed everyone, who else could tell him where the box is? Unless he didn't care about it at all, which proves he already knew." "Moreover, what's strange is that everyone present died. Only I escaped. There were no other members of the organization at the scene. How did the other organizations know that Mr. A and the others were in trouble?" Feng Wu's series of analyses made me fall into deep thought. 02-23
Chapter 07

"I learned about Mr. A's incident because the organization showed me some photos—photos of the murder scene. They were digital photos, sent to Mr. A's email address from the internet. The organization examined them and said they weren't photoshopped; they were all real photos." "Mr. A's email address?" "Yes, after his incident, the organization sent people to check everything about him, and they found those photos in his email. Clearly, the killers knew the organization would check there." "Yes, they couldn't leave the body there for the police to handle, so they used this method to notify the organization. They wanted them to pay attention to me, the survivor, and then he pretended the box was missing, because besides him, no one else..." Someone knows the details of the murder. He could even fabricate a lie for his superiors, saying that his investigation revealed I killed all my team members, then ran away with the box, drawing everyone's attention to me, and then he used the opportunity to do something else.” Feng Wu thought for a long time and nodded, but her expression was still unpleasant: “What you said makes a lot of sense, but it's just your speculation.” “Don't be silly, we're in the same boat now. The organization is hunting us, Zhang Chaoping is hunting us down. Oh, and the police are also after me. This is no joke.” “I know, but there's only one way to prove what you're saying.” “What?” “It's to find…” "Zhang Chaoping, if that box is really still in his hands, let's steal it again.

That way, we can prove our innocence. If not, I can only assume you're lying." "What did you say? Are you crazy?!" I was stunned by Feng Wu's insane plan. "I finally escaped, and now you want us to go back? Just the two of us? Have you forgotten how Zhang Chaoping almost killed you? You want to go back and die?!" "What? You're afraid to go?" "Nonsense, I'd rather die than go! I have no interest in doing something so suicidal. What we should do now is escape far away, so they can't find us. I don't care if they wrong me or not, anyway..." "Neither side is any good!" "So you're just going to let them keep framing you like this? Even if you run away, they won't let up on their search for you." "I don't care! I've had enough of this hellish life. I've wanted to quit for a long time.

Even if I clear my name, I might still be controlled by them to do this and that. This situation is perfect, I'm quitting!" "What about your wife? She's disappeared without a trace. Maybe she's in Zhang Chaoping's hands. Don't you care if she lives or dies?" "She cheated on me with those men, cuckolded me. I'd kill her. It's better if she's dead!" I said resolutely, full of hatred.

"Is that so? Then what about what happened between you and me? Have you forgotten that you and I made love?" Feng Wu's tone was clearly sarcastic.

"How can that be the same? My relationship with you was forced, just a charade. How can it be the same as hers?" "Stop talking nonsense, you have to come with me. Otherwise, I'll just think you're guilty." Feng Wu's words were equally resolute and unquestionable. I looked into her eyes, and the murderous intent within them was no joke. "

Fine, fine, I agree, okay?" I said helplessly.

"You said it yourself, if you dare to back out or have any ulterior motives, I can find you once, and I can find you a second time. I'm very good at finding people . Next time I find you, I won't waste any more time talking to you!" ********** ... But this woman gave me the feeling of being dangerous, and I dared not refuse. When she pointed the gun at my head, her breathing was almost normal, her hand incredibly steady—it felt like a radar lock-on, leaving you with no way to escape. Only professional gunmen who handle guns all the time possess such unwavering skill. What did this woman do before? Was she a professional assassin? There seemed to be a familiar aura about her; was she a soldier before? I'd never heard of female soldiers being so skilled and beautiful. Being with her was too dangerous; I had to find a way to escape. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I looked at Feng Wu sleeping on the other side of the room. Listening to her even breathing, I figured she was asleep. The door was locked; the key should be on Feng Wu. Perhaps I had a chance to take her gun; after all, I'm a man. I quietly sat up, trying not to make a sound. But this woman's sensitivity was beyond my expectations; the moment my feet touched the ground, she woke up. "What are you doing up here?" Feng Wu was like a beast poised to pounce, and I was her prey. "I...I need to relieve myself..." I used a very cliché excuse. "Don't try anything funny with me!" I could even feel Feng Wu's sharp gaze. "I really can't hold it in anymore, so I'll just do it here." Saying that, I made a move to take off my pants. "Poop or pee?" "...Poop." This woman, Feng Wu, really surprised me; she finally let me out of the house. This seemed to be some suburban village, with many bungalows scattered around, forming alleys of varying sizes, looking like a working-class area. I was led to a corner, and Feng Wu casually pointed: "Here it is!" This bitch didn't give me any chance at all, standing less than five meters away from me, staring at me. This was the first time in my life that I had relieved myself under a woman's gaze. After finally finishing, there was still no chance. I was obediently led back to that basement room. "Don't try anything funny with me!" Feng Wu threw me onto the bed and went back to sleep. I knew I didn't have much of a chance, so I obediently closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep again. This time I didn't dream; I was just in a daze, half-asleep. I don't know how long I was in this hazy state, but just as I was starting to feel sleepy, Feng Wu suddenly dragged me out of bed. She was already fully dressed. Before I could figure out what was going on, she said urgently, "Get up! The police are here!" "Holy crap!" I jumped out of bed as if I'd been electrocuted, goosebumps rising all over my body. How did the police get here?! "Let's go!" Feng Wu pulled me along. Once we were outside, I could see police cars parked at the other end of the low-rise housing area, and officers in black uniforms pacing back and forth. It was clear something was wrong. "They probably found my car!" Feng Wu didn't have time to explain further, pulling me into a nearby alley. "Are they looking for me!? Or for you!?" I wasn't familiar with the area, so I could only follow her. "Nonsense! Of course they're looking for you!" Feng Wu seemed very familiar with the area, probably having already planned an escape route. She led me through the winding alleys, finally entering a dilapidated house. We went through the back door and reached a dark alley behind it. "Go to the right!" Feng Wu pulled me along, but I clearly saw that the left side led outside. We should run to the left if we were going to run. "Hey, you..." I was about to speak when I suddenly heard someone shout from the left, "Hey!? What are you doing? Stop, don't move!" I looked over and saw two policemen turning around from the left. As soon as they saw us like this, they started yelling and chasing after us. "Damn you!" I blurted out, turning around and running like the wind. The saying "a guilty conscience needs no accuser" is absolutely true. When I saw the police, I only had one thought in my mind: run!

Feng Wu also saw the two policemen, and she was even faster than me. I had no choice but to follow her, while the policemen behind us shouted as they ran, seemingly summoning more officers to surround and intercept us.

I seemed to hear the voices of the people chasing us increasing.

To be honest, my mind was blank; I only knew to run frantically after Feng Wu.

But no matter how fast we ran, we couldn't outnumber the police. Through walkie-talkies, the police spread out a wide net, constantly encircling and blocking us. And the number of people chasing us started to increase.

"Stop! We'll shoot if you run any further! Song Bin! You can't escape! Stop!" Various shouts rose and fell behind us, but these policemen clearly didn't do this kind of strenuous exercise regularly. Most of them were exhausted and fell off the line after running only a short distance, with only three or four staying behind us. Meanwhile, more officers kept joining from the sides, so the number of officers didn't decrease. Then

gunshots rang out behind us. I thought someone had fired, and I ran even more frantically.

The police behind us were probably surprised. Usually, criminals would tremble at the sound of gunfire, so why wasn't that tactic working today? But they didn't have time to think much and could only keep up the chase.

We ran for about two or three hundred meters, turning only one corner. I didn't know if Feng Wu had any escape plan, but I could only follow her. However, the police outnumbered us, and by the time we reached the next alley, they had already surrounded us.

Just as we turned the corner, someone rushed up from the side, shouting, "Don't move!" and lunged at Feng Wu. Without even stopping, Feng Wu leaped forward and kicked the policeman squarely in the face. The 1.7-meter-tall man was knocked backward by the kick, and he also collided with the policeman behind him.

What a powerful kick! I didn't even have time to be surprised before I followed her out of the cordon.

"Quick, this is it!" When we arrived, I was dumbfounded—it was a dead end. Feng Wu drew her pistol and fired two shots directly outside, then urgently shouted at me, "Quick, climb over there!" Feng Wu's two shots were perfectly timed, causing a commotion among the police behind her. They seemed surprised that their pursuer dared to draw a gun and resist arrest, and quickly sought cover.

Unlike the United States, where guns are rampant, China has extremely strict gun control. Cases involving firearms are rare and treated as major incidents. The intense gunfights between police and criminals seen in movies are practically nonexistent. When Chinese police encounter suspects resisting arrest with guns, the first thought is always to prevent deaths and accidents.

Even police officers with guns cannot fire them indiscriminately; when criminals have guns, they must be even more cautious and dare not act rashly. If they push

the suspect too far, especially in this residential area, it could lead to serious trouble if the suspect takes a hostage.

I, on the other hand, scrambled up the wall, and when I reached the top, I could hear the police outside shouting for us to surrender. I was certain they were deploying reinforcements to encircle us.

Just as I was perched on the wall, Fengwu turned around and leaped up in a few steps, her movements light and nimble, like someone trained in the military.

"Jump!" Fengwu shouted, and we jumped off the wall at the same time.

Outside was a large drainage ditch, but it was already dry. At the same time, police officers circled around to the right. Fengwu pulled me directly down to the bottom of the drainage ditch, wading through ankle-deep mud and stinking water, and ran into the sewer.

The sewer was dark and the smell was extremely pungent, a hundred times worse than a cesspool.

I didn't know if Fengwu had been here before, so I could only hold her hand and follow her, feeling my way forward by sound. There were probably police officers chasing us from behind, but they didn't dare to fire. In this darkness, they didn't dare to chase at high speed, just walking and searching behind us with flashlights. Because we had guns, they were afraid of being ambushed, so they didn't dare to spread out.

This caused us to gradually increase in speed.

I tried not to breathe, holding my breath, because I was afraid of vomiting. But Fengwu was much better than me. We tiptoed along the pipe, which was quite wide, about three meters in diameter, making it relatively spacious. However, the smell was unbearable.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and vomited violently.

Walking through this place, I was afraid of catching some infectious disease.

And the police weren't stupid; once they saw us enter the sewers, they would definitely guard the nearby exits. If we didn't hurry, things would get really bad.

As we walked, my foot suddenly slipped, and I stumbled, almost falling. Fengwu also staggered. Just then, a gunshot rang out, and a flash exploded on the pipe wall not far from us. I was startled, stumbled again, and actually fell, separating from Fengwu.

Fengwu didn't care about me anymore; she fired two shots in return, exchanging fire with the pursuing police.

I thought to myself, "I'm doomed. This time, I'm truly in deep trouble." Now I might have another charge added to my record: resisting arrest with a firearm. If Fengwu kills two, that might also be on my head.

I'll probably be considered a terrorist from now on.

Gunshots echoed deafeningly in the darkness through the pipe walls. Bullets flew past with dark red trajectories from time to time. I didn't care about Fengwu anymore; I covered my head and ran. Ignoring the filthy mud I was covered in, I practically crawled through any path I could find.

Fengwu was probably doomed; I didn't want to be shot dead.

I don't know how long I crawled through the dark pipe walls, or which path Fengwu had prepared. I found two upward exits, but I couldn't open the covers on either one. And I couldn't find my way back; I was lost in this maze-like place.

I walked in the dark for ages, getting more and more anxious. I was almost numb to smells because I had nothing left to vomit.

Was this ridiculous sewer my final resting place?

Why couldn't I find a way out? Fengwu must have made preparations since she chose this place. I should be able to find it.

I wandered around in the pipes, completely disoriented and utterly lost. But as the saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining. Just when I was about to give up, I spotted another iron ladder leading upwards. I climbed up, reached the top, and pushed it—it actually moved!

That was awesome! I pushed open the metal cover and climbed out.

It seemed to be next to a highway, and the cover was well-hidden, hidden behind a clump of bushes.

After climbing out, I gently closed the cover and observed my surroundings.

Nobody seemed to be there… I wondered where this path led. But upon closer inspection, I noticed a car parked about twenty meters away, but no one seemed to be there. Could this be the exit Feng Wu had planned? Was that car our mode of transportation? The more I thought about it, the

more plausible it seemed. I wondered

what had become of Feng Wu. I didn't have time to worry about her now. I decided to… I was terrified that things might get complicated, so I risked leaving my hiding place and quietly approached the car. There was no one in the car. I was peering through the window when I suddenly felt someone behind me.

I turned around, and a dark gun barrel was already pointed at my head.

"Don't move, police, hands up!" A plainclothes officer, wearing a bulletproof vest, appeared out of nowhere, pointing a pistol at me. His deep, authoritative voice told me he was a seasoned cop.

Damn it, I'd been tricked!

I dazedly raised my hands, having no doubt this man would shoot.

"You're Song Bin! You bastard, you dare bully my sister, I'll break your legs today!"

"Get down!" The policeman was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, similar to me, but his eyes were blazing with anger.

"Your sister... I..." "Get down!" the policeman roared, and I had no choice but to obediently lie down. I started to understand; could it really be a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road? This kid might be Zhang Ning's brother.

"You got away last time, this time I'll teach you a lesson!" the policeman gritted his teeth and handcuffed me. "You're quite the daredevil, aren't you? You dared to jump from such a high building. Let's see how you jump this time!" Since I was covered in mud and filth, the policeman probably didn't want to touch me any more, so after handcuffing me, he turned on his walkie-talkie to call for backup.

"Wait, I'm being framed, didn't Chen Yan and Zhang Ning tell you?" I tried to grasp at this last straw.

"I told you, but your nonsense won't work on me. Save your words for the station. You really assaulted a police officer, didn't you? You really resisted arrest with a gun, didn't you? That's enough!" The policeman clearly hated me to the core, and I knew he would throw me in jail if he had the chance. Not just because I escaped his clutches once, but also because of what I did to Zhang Ning and Chen Yan.

But I was destined to escape his clutches again, especially when I saw Feng Wu suddenly appear behind him.

The policeman turned around in surprise. He was indeed skilled, but Feng Wu was much faster than him. She grabbed his gun, twisted it sharply, tripped him with her buttocks, and knocked him to the ground, the gun now in her hands.

"When did you get here?" But after my handcuffs were removed, Feng Wu handcuffed the policeman.

"I felt there would be an ambush here, and your appearance lured him out." Feng Wu's words made me furious. This woman, so that was her plan.

"How did they find this place?" But after I got into the car, Feng Wu knocked the policeman unconscious and stuffed him into the trunk. Her movements were practiced and skillful; it seemed like this wasn't her first time doing this.

I felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. Last time, I kidnapped Chen Yan and then took Zhang Ning along too.

This time, she did the same to their superior and brother. And now, with Feng Wu by my side, I had no idea who this woman was. She really looked like a professional criminal.

"Maybe those people called the police," Feng Wu said, referring to those thugs.

I thought about it and agreed that this was the most likely possibility. The police weren't as incompetent as I thought. I knew a few policemen when I was in business, and I knew that the police actually had a lot of power.

Usually, if they wanted to find someone, the city bureau would assign the task to the branch bureau, the branch bureau would assign it to the various police stations, and the police stations would directly contact all the thugs and gangsters in their jurisdiction—that's how they found people.

In movies, police officers seem like brilliant detectives, but in reality, many cases can't be solved without informants. It's just that this can't be said publicly.

Maybe those thugs recognized my photo and gave me away. Feng Wu must have been driving, or at least her license plate number was noted, and her car was parked nearby, unintentionally seen.

I'm not a cop, I'll never know how the police solve cases, but the point is they managed to find their way here, which shouldn't be underestimated.

"Why are you still with him?" "Do you want to kill him? Of course, I'm finding a place to release him." Feng Wu glanced at me.

I shut up. Just then, the policeman's phone rang. When Feng Wu put him in the trunk, she took all his communication devices to prevent him from contacting anyone.

I picked it up and, coincidentally, it was Zhang Ning's number again.

I answered the call before Feng Wu could stop me. Zhang Ning had only said "hello" once on the phone when I said, "Are you Zhang Ning?" Zhang Ning clearly recognized my voice and immediately fell silent.

"Speak up, or I'm hanging up!" Feng Wu, driving, seemed unaware of what I was doing.

"How did my brother's phone end up in your... what did you do to my brother?" Zhang Ning's voice was filled with panic.

"It's nothing. You should know I'm not a murderer. Your brother almost caught me. But it was a close call. Don't tell anyone, and don't call anyone else. I'll release him once I'm in a safe place." "Don't hurt him..." Zhang Ning seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"I told you I'm not a murderer, but I couldn't reason with your brother, and he wouldn't believe me. I had to take measures to protect myself," I said calmly.

"Please don't... I'll listen to you..." "What did your brother say about me?" "He said you're a murderer, that it might be because of your wife and someone else... you killed those three men..." "I told you I was innocent... I... wait!?" I suddenly realized something. "You said three!?" "My brother said you killed all three of them. I believe you're innocent, really, I believe you! I don't believe you would kill anyone!" "Three men?" I was stunned. Weren't only the secretary and Lao Liu dead? Xiao Ma and Wang Hui were missing. There were clearly two people, how did it become three? When did Xiao Ma die too?

"Wait, only two people died in my house, how did it become three?" "My brother said they found another one in the Asia World Plaza building, and that it's the guy surnamed Ma from that videotape you were in. Someone testified that they saw you enter the building that night, and then run out like a madman. Then the building caught fire, and after the fire brigade put it out, they found a body inside, which was later confirmed to be that guy surnamed Ma." "He said it was your wife's lover, and that you're the prime suspect..." Zhang Ning was still saying something on the phone, but my mind was completely in turmoil.

Thinking back to that night when I took Chen Yan hostage, I did see fire trucks pass by. But I never expected they were going to Asia World Plaza to put out a fire.

And Xiao Ma, whom I once thought was the culprit who framed me, actually died in Asia World Plaza.

Xiao Ma actually died in Asia World Plaza, how is that possible? Weren't Zhang Chaoping's men there at the time?

This means that his death and my escape happened almost simultaneously.

And my escape from the assassins has now turned into murder and disposing of the body and fleeing.

Xiao Ma is dead, but what about my wife, Wang Hui?

What the hell is going on? I really feel like I'm trapped in a maze...

June 29th, 2 PM. Inside an old factory compound in the southern suburbs of City A.

Feng Wu's car was parked in the compound. In the old workshop, I was sitting face to face with the policeman. Feng Wu had knocked him unconscious and kidnapped him here. I thought she was going to kill him, but it seemed she didn't intend to.

"You can't escape. I've already reported this car's license plate number," the policeman said coldly, staring at me. He seemed quite calm, not swearing or saying anything to provoke us. He probably realized the situation was very bad and was trying to find a way to survive.

"Hmph, don't worry about that. I switched cars along the way; I threw that one away,"

Feng Wu said with a cold laugh, patting his face. The policeman's eyes flashed with anger, and he twisted his face away violently. I don't know who this woman, Feng Wu, is, but she definitely changed cars along the way. That's three cars already. Does this woman own so many cars? Is she that rich?

I suspect she might have some powerful backing. Because so far, her story is only one side of the story, and Mr. A can't possibly come back to life to confirm that she's indeed an undercover agent he sent.

We still have a wary relationship.

"Are you Zhang Ning's brother? What's your name?" I offered him a cigarette and lit it for him.

The policeman didn't refuse and took a drag. Now it seemed like our roles had reversed. The policeman stared at me: "Zhang An, you're Song Bin. My sister has heard about you. I thank you for not hurting Chen Yan and Zhang Ning. But running away like this won't get you anywhere. The police system is now nationwide. Once a warrant is issued, they can find you anywhere online. Unless you hide in some remote mountain forest and live like a savage, they'll definitely find you. You should know that this kind of case is no joke—three lives lost. And your wife, her body still hasn't been found. If the body isn't found, the case will never be closed, and people will keep investigating until the truth is found."

"My wife? You don't mean something happened to my wife too?" My heart skipped a beat.

"If nothing happened, where is she now? We found some videos in your house. Honestly, your motive is the most obvious right now. If it were me, I might also be tempted to kill."

Yes, my motive was the most obvious. A man, cuckolded, kills his adulterers to avenge himself. Such stories are common throughout history, especially considering my past as a reconnaissance soldier. Most Chinese soldiers are known for their fiery tempers; they're quick to fight and kill without hesitation.

"You want to persuade me to turn myself in? Would you believe me if I said I was innocent?"

"If you're innocent, I'll definitely find out the truth. I, Zhang An, guarantee it with my integrity! I won't be a policeman if I don't get this case cleared up!" Zhang An said resolutely.

"You just said my motive was the most obvious."

"Having a motive doesn't mean you've actually committed a crime; it only means you're a suspect. If you're truly innocent, the best way out is to come forward and clarify things. Running away and assaulting a police officer will only make you more guilty."

Zhang An spoke righteously, but I knew it was just basic skill he'd honed as a policeman. You're lucky if you can believe half of what a policeman says; now that he's in my hands, he'll naturally say some nice things. Thinking back to the time I was almost caught by him, his menacing appearance told me that if I had fallen into his hands, he would have tortured me to find out where I buried Wang Hui's body.

But is something really wrong with Wang Hui too? I initially thought that her absence from the murder scene at home meant she had escaped, but since Xiao Ma's body was found at Asia Plaza, I'm no longer so sure.

Now, three of the four people involved in Wang Hui's affair are dead. Could Wang Hui's body also be found somewhere else?

I'm afraid to think about it.

“By the way, Zhang Ning called you earlier, and I answered.” I took out his phone and waved it in front of him. “Don’t worry, I told Zhang Ning I wouldn’t hurt you, she wouldn’t dare call the police. I got some new information, that Xiao Ma is dead, dead in Asia World Plaza? What happened? When did he die?”

“Don’t you know?”

“Look, you kept saying you trusted me, and now you’re saying this.”

“Hmph, in my current state, how could I trust you? You’re the one handcuffing me, unless you unlock my handcuffs.”

"Heh, Officer Zhang, do you think I'm stupid? I know my situation. Letting you go? Are you out of your mind? Besides being framed for murder for no reason, I also have serious charges like illegal possession of firearms and resisting arrest with a gun. Even if you find out I didn't kill the person, the other charges combined will probably put me in ten or eight years. I really have no way out now. I don't want to hurt you, but there are some things I need to clarify. Don't force me to use force against you."

My eyes became filled with murderous intent. Zhang An's eyes softened. He seemed to realize that words wouldn't move me. Now, all he could do was try to keep me calm and prevent me from having any violent thoughts.

"Okay, okay, don't rush me. Ask whatever you want. Are you talking about Xiao Ma?"

"Yes, how did he die at Asia World Plaza? When did he die?"

"The fire department responded around 9 PM that night. They put out the fire and then found a body, but it wasn't badly burned. Later, when we got to the scene, we realized it was the man named Xiao Ma from your videotape."

"When did you receive the emergency call to arrest me?" "

Around 8:30 PM."

"Was it a man or a woman who called?"

"A man."

These events happened so close together; it might have been a pre-planned scheme. After escaping Asia World Plaza, I was knocked unconscious at home, and that person immediately killed Lao Liu and the secretary, leaving blood everywhere. Then, when the fire started, Xiao Ma was killed at Asia World Plaza, and the perpetrator set fire to cover it up.

So, is the person who knocked me unconscious the same person as Xiao Ma? We don't know yet.

The appearance of Xiao Ma's body in Asia World Plaza shouldn't be a coincidence. Could he have some connection with Zhang Chaoping?

Wait, why are they only mentioning Xiao Ma? Where did Mr. A's body go? It should have been moved by Zhang Chaoping's men. They set the fire to destroy traces of blood, but why leave Xiao Ma's body behind for others to discover? Was it to frame me?

Right, that day I saw Lao Liu and the secretary first, then Wang Hui, but I didn't see Xiao Ma. Later, Mr. A called him away.

Maybe he was already dead then?

Asia World Plaza is an unfinished building with only one electrical wire and a few light bulbs. At night, it's pitch black everywhere. If Xiao Ma was killed beforehand and placed in some corner, I wouldn't have seen it at all. Perhaps Xiao Ma's body was already there, and they only moved it out after I ran away.

That's very likely. I instinctively didn't want to connect Xiao Ma and Zhang Chaoping. If they were connected, then Wang Hui might also have some tangled relationship… “Did you find anything else in that building?”

“What do you mean?” Zhang An countered. I didn't answer. He continued, “Even if you didn't kill Xiao Ma, you must know something, right? Because that night, more than one person saw you running out of that building looking disheveled, as if you were fleeing for your life. You were a soldier, you're braver than most people, for you to be that scared…did you see something?”

“Did you see who the murderer was?” Zhang An continued to subtly try to gain my trust.

“No!” I blurted out.

“Then what were you running from that night?” Zhang An pressed his advantage.

“Why are you asking me such nonsense?! I'm asking you now!” I interrupted him.

“Tell me more about this case, and I’ll be able to solve it faster. Even if you run away, you should still want me to solve it, right? Catching the real killer is good for both of us. Do you really want to carry this murder charge for the rest of your life?”

“That’s none of your business. I’ll handle my own affairs. Go investigate yourself if you’re so capable.”

Unless absolutely necessary, I will never cooperate with the police. Who knows if he’s telling the truth? These few lives are enough. Should I tell him about other major cases with several more murders? That would be the end of me.

Now, I’ve vaguely grasped a small part of the whole picture.

Someone wanted me in jail, orchestrated the murders, and I have the perfect motive. I can even imagine the person who orchestrated this telling others: This was all a scheme by Song Bin. When others ask him where Song Bin is, he’ll say, “This guy is in jail now because he accidentally discovered his wife cheating on him, so he killed all three of her lovers.”

The person who actually orchestrated this could take advantage of the distraction to cause trouble.

The plan was perfect, but unexpectedly, I woke up relatively early after being knocked unconscious. This was likely a completely accidental turn of events. I'm certain they called the police immediately after killing someone and fled, but I woke up just before the police arrived. They probably didn't expect me to escape the police pursuit, which disrupted their plan.

Now I have a few things to clarify.

Was Xiao Ma's death really related to Zhang Chaoping, or was Xiao Ma even related to Zhang Chaoping? If Xiao Ma was related to Zhang Chaoping, then is Wang Hui in Zhang Chaoping's hands? If not, where is Wang Hui now?

I tried calling Wang Hui's cell phone from a public phone, but I couldn't get through. If something really happened to her, that's one thing, but if nothing happened to her, why didn't she contact me? Normally, if she had any problems she couldn't solve, her first reaction should be to contact her husband. After all, she probably doesn't know I'm in trouble yet.

There's one person in our group who's always been missing, neither alive nor dead—Ms. B, who worked with me on the mission.

I haven't seen Ms. B since we parted ways. That day at Asia Plaza, when I confronted Mr. A and the others, I didn't expect things to escalate so much, so I didn't pay much attention at first. I thought there were several people standing there, that everyone was there, but then I realized someone was missing.

But I'm not sure if Ms. B was there. The building was dark, and it was pitch black all around; maybe she was somewhere I didn't see. Later, when the fighting broke out, it was chaotic, everyone was running for their lives, and I was only focused on escaping, not caring about anyone else. I just don't remember seeing Ms. B.

Maybe she was there and I didn't notice, or maybe she, like Xiao Ma, was already dead in some dark corner. Maybe she wasn't there because she was the traitor, or maybe she was killed elsewhere.

There are many possibilities.

Maybe she's being hunted for no reason now, just like me, or maybe she's still alive. I judged she was still alive because I hadn't seen her body yet.

I had to find her; I needed to get to the bottom of this. If she was still alive, why was she still alive? Why hadn't she shown up then?

Perhaps she really was colluding with Zhang Chaoping, but I never had much faith in my theory; it was just a hastily made-up excuse. If Zhang Chaoping was a possibility, then Feng Wu was even more likely. Maybe she had kept the box for herself halfway through; at least she knew it was worth hundreds of millions, while I knew nothing.

Feng Wu returned from outside, and I had nothing more to ask Zhang An.

"Just stay here obediently; if you're lucky, someone will come to rescue you," Feng Wu said, throwing his police gun into a stinky pond outside. Zhang An's face was bitter as he glared at Feng Wu.

I dialed Zhang Ning's number, and her anxious voice came through.

"Song Bin, where's my brother?"

"Don't worry, I'll let him talk to you on the phone now." I put the phone to Zhang An's mouth.

"Brother, are you alright?" Zhang Ning's voice was anxious.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Zhang An's voice was quite calm. "I'm not injured, I'm just handcuffed. Don't call the police yet. Yes, don't call the police!" A dignified police captain being held hostage by a female thug—if word got out, he'd lose all face in the police force. Besides, Zhang An could tell I didn't intend to hurt him.

"Where... I... I'm in what looks like an old factory... I don't even know exactly where."

Zhang An wasn't even sure if he was in City A. He'd been locked in the trunk for a long time and was completely disoriented.

"Zhang Ning, don't ask anymore. Your brother doesn't know where he is either. I promise, I won't harm a hair on his head."

"Wait for my call. Once I'm far enough away, I'll call you and tell you my exact location."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call..." I hung up.

After leaving the factory gate, I looked back. The national highway was lined with small, single-story shops, and beyond that, farmland—a typical suburban scene. It seemed unlikely anyone would venture into this run-down factory. We had taped Zhang An's mouth shut, so he couldn't shout anything.

The car continued along the road for about twenty minutes until we reached the highway exit. After turning onto the highway, we headed towards B City. Feng Wu drove silently the whole way. I remained silent as well, unsure whether this trip to B City would be a blessing or a curse, a chance to uncover the truth, or a trap.

********************************************************** (Separation line)

After two hours, we finally reached the exit for B City.

As we exited the highway, I called Zhang Ning and told her Zhang An's exact location. Perhaps due to my previous experience, I acted calmly. Zhang Ning didn't seem flustered either; she even thanked me before hanging up.

Perhaps she genuinely believed I was a good person, or perhaps her reluctance to harm her and Chen Yan last time gave her confidence in me.

Upon arriving in City B, I became somewhat nervous, constantly looking around to see if anyone or any car was following us. However, I found nothing. Fengwu started circling the city, and unexpectedly stopped at the back door of a Korean restaurant.

"Where is this?" I asked, glancing at the neon sign above the door displaying South Korean characters that I couldn't understand.

"Don't talk, get out!" Fengwu urged in a low voice. After I got out, she took a large handbag from the trunk and entered the restaurant through the back door. Confused, I followed her in. She seemed to know the people inside, exchanging a few words in fluent Korean with a woman wearing a traditional Korean long dress. The woman seemed very happy to see her, and the two even hugged; they appeared to be acquaintances.

Fengwu spoke briefly with her, then pointed behind her, gesturing for me to follow. As I passed the woman, she bowed to me like a genuine South Korean, fueling my suspicions.

Moreover, all the men and women I encountered along the way seemed to be speaking Korean; I couldn't understand a word. Were they not Chinese? Could this be another secret hideout for Feng Wu? She seemed quite familiar with these people. Strange, what is her background?

Passing through the control room, I followed her to an empty room in the back.

The furnishings here were as simple as the initial basement—just a table, chairs, and a bed. There were water pipes, and what looked like a showerhead. The small sewer drain had a metal mesh cover, like a prison. Feng Wu put her large bag on the table, gestured for me to sit down, closed the door, and then, incredibly, stripped naked and started showering.

It was almost July, and the weather was already quite hot. Besides, after coming out of that damned sewer, we had only changed our dirty clothes; we hadn't even had time to wash ourselves, and we smelled absolutely terrible.

The sound of rushing water filled the air as Feng Wu, without any hesitation, began scrubbing her healthy, wheat-colored skin with the showerhead. Her physique was clearly the result of regular exercise—fit and full of vitality. Clear tap water flowed down her full, rounded breasts, scattering pearly shimmer across her skin. The fiery red phoenix tattooed on her back was dazzling. Her model-like tall figure, alluring waist and beautiful legs, and naked, athletic female body exuded mature sensuality.

I sat there feeling a little awkward, but then I thought, "We've already had sex, what's there to be embarrassed about?" Since she wasn't afraid of me looking, why should I care? Besides, I found myself involuntarily recalling the wild excitement of making love with her, and a surge of excitement welled up inside me.

Fengwu rinsed herself for a while, then suddenly turned back to look at me. I looked back at her, wondering what she wanted.

We stared at each other for about a minute before she suddenly threw me a bath towel and told me to come over and scrub her back. I was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up and quickly took off my clothes. I realized my penis was already semi-erect.

It was a clear invitation, but I didn't want to refuse. Logically, I shouldn't be thinking about these things at this point, but I found I had an uncontrollable desire.

Damn it, who knows if I'll live or die tomorrow! I'll just have my fun first; maybe this is the last time I'll have sex with a woman.

I didn't bring a condom, so I walked towards her with my semi-erect penis. Fengwu was now facing away from me, her arms braced against the tiled wall, her round, firm, naked buttocks facing me. The cool water splashed on our bodies, refreshingly cool. My desire hadn't subsided; it seemed to have intensified.

My hands began to caress Feng Wu's body, then I lathered myself with soap; I needed to clean myself too.

"Mmm..." The soap suds made her back feel slippery as my hands touched it, and Feng Wu let out a sexy moan.

My hands slid to her front, caressing her breasts; she didn't resist. My trembling, erect penis touched the inside of her thigh, slowly rubbing against it. The hot touch made me even harder and thicker; even the cold tap water couldn't extinguish the burning lust.

"Your breasts are beautiful, soft and elastic like balls, so enviable," I began to whisper passionate words in her ear. Although we had been suspicious of each other before, I didn't care about that now, feeling no embarrassment at all. Then I rubbed her nipples with my fingers.

All I felt now was that this woman wanted to have sex with me, and I wanted to have sex with her, that was all.

Feng Wu raised her chin, her whole body trembling, as if a chill was sweeping across her back. She let out a seductive moan, her thighs clamping my erect penis between them, rubbing it repeatedly, enjoying the fiery heat.

I began scrubbing her back with a bath towel, then slowly licked her phoenix tattoo with my tongue.

Feng Wu's naked body writhed wantonly like a beautiful snake. I focused on licking her back, then slid down to her neck, teasing her earlobe with the tip of my tongue. Her breathing quickened, her legs pressed together, clamping my erect penis, giving me a squeezing, grinding pleasure. One of her hands reached back to massage my waist.

Suddenly, she turned me around forcefully, pushing me against the wall. We faced each other, my arms outstretched, indicating I was defenseless.

Feng Wu gave a bewitching smile, leaned down and kissed my nipple. Then she began to tease and kiss my nipple with her tongue in every possible way. The continuous kisses sent electric-like pleasure coursing through my body, making my nipples gleam with a lewd sheen from the saliva.

My penis began to throb and twitch.

"It's really restless..."

Feng Wu whispered, then rubbed her red lips against my nipples and licked them with her tongue. At the same time, her breasts pressed against my lower abdomen with subtle movements.

"Mmm...ah...mmm..."

The stimulating pleasure made me groan, and the flames of lust burning deep within me gradually expanded. I forgot where I read it, but if a man groans during sex, it can further stimulate a woman's desire.

Feng Wu reached out and grabbed my penis, rubbing it gently.

My legs were also between Feng Wu's legs, rubbing against her vulva and thick labia, and Feng Wu's thighs began to tighten again. I pulled her up, so we were facing each other. A hazy mist filled Feng Wu's eyes, and then she squeezed her body between my legs. We stood there, rubbing our thighs together, observing each other's expressions.

My hands skillfully kneaded her smooth, full breasts, and Fengwu's expression changed; her breathing became rapid. Her lips parted slightly, then tightened.

I pressed against Fengwu, opening my mouth to capture her red lips.

Fengwu seemed unwilling to kiss me, beginning to avoid my lips. I chased after her delicate lips with my tongue, licking and sucking them from every angle. When I pressed my mouth completely against Fengwu's red lips and began to suck, the resistance gradually vanished from her body.

I seized the opportunity to use the tip of my tongue to pry open Fengwu's mouth and slip inside. I entwined my tongue with hers, which tried to escape. As I gently sucked, Fengwu's body trembled, then she became utterly exhausted. Soon after, Fengwu raised her head, her eyes gleaming with a bewitching light.

"Come on... I want you..."

We turned off the tap, and we, still wet, went to the bedside. Fengwu lay down first, and I lay down on top of her. February 23,

Chapter 8:

Feng Wu, having washed away her red hair, seemed to have changed from her former fiery and bold temperament, becoming virtuous and quiet—at least, that's how I felt. Her smooth black hair cascaded over her face, her eyes gently closed, her cheeks flushed, exuding the unique fragrance of a sexy, mature woman. She seemed to be under hypnosis, entering a state of unconsciousness.

My hand caressed her shoulders, tracing the curves of her body.

Feng Wu let out a pleasurable moan, my penis fully erect, the stiff shaft pressing against her lower abdomen. She grasped my erect penis, adjusted her position, turning her body around into a 69 position, kissing the glans. Then she put the lubricated glans into her mouth.

I enjoyed her oral sex, feeling extremely satisfied. The mature beauty pressed her face against my inner thigh, and I saw my saliva-covered penis moving in and out of her red lips, and my penis was magnificently erect.

Waves of pleasure surged through my brain.

I parted Fengwu's thick labia with my fingers, looking at the dark red, tender flesh inside. I teased her erect clitoris with my fingers, blowing air into her vagina. I had used this method before when I made love with Wang Hui; this stimulation would cause a sweet shiver in Wang Hui's vagina. I wondered if Fengwu would experience the same.

I continued to blow air onto the mucous membranes inside her vagina, then sucked on her labia.

The combination of itching and sweet stimulation caused Fengwu's body to tremble involuntarily, and she made muffled moans because she had something in her mouth.

My fingers skillfully caught the sensitivity of her clitoris and began to vibrate slightly. Fengwu's legs relaxed and tightened intermittently. When the crease of her labia was skillfully rubbed by my fingers, Fengwu let out a low, hungry moan, her legs straightening and hardening as my fingers penetrated her body.

Fengwu's body seemed to completely lose strength; her tongue entwined and played with my penis, swallowing and spitting out the saliva-covered glans. My fingers stirred inside her slippery, fleshy opening. Her already wet vulva instinctively clenched around the invading fingers, and without realizing it, her buttocks arched upwards.

My other hand reached for her breasts. As her breasts were rubbed and her nipples were played with, Fengwu let out muffled sounds of pleasure.

At that moment, an unprecedented sense of ecstasy surged from deep within me.

I slowed my movements, arching my buttocks a couple of times, and Fengwu resumed her original pace. She rubbed my penis with her hand while shaking her head up and down, letting the glans go in and out of her mouth. Her tongue scraped against the sulcus of my glans, giving me a strange sensation. This unusual sensation also gave me an unprecedented excitement. I twisted my buttocks, and Fengwu held my waist, swallowing my penis all the way to the base with her mouth. The unusual sensation of my penis filling her mouth suddenly made me feel like I was going to ejaculate.

I pulled my penis out of her mouth, desperately trying to hold back. But then I thought of my wife, Wang Hui, and her lover's lewd and wanton behavior on the video, and I experienced an unprecedented, perverse excitement.

Feng Wu exuded the sexy heat of a mature woman, pressing her ample breasts against my genitals and rubbing them together.

"Come on, hurry up..." Feng Wu lay down, her moist eyes tempting me, and I couldn't resist.

Feng Wu spread her legs, her hand holding my penis. Guided by her, I squeezed my hard penis into her mature slit, my labia curling up as I entered. The temperature inside was high, like the melting mucus of a boiled tomato tightly enveloping my penis, drawing it in.

"Oh...so good..." I savored the wonderful feeling.

"Don't stop...move faster..." Feng Wu actively twisted her hips, her vagina rhythmically tightening around my penis. I pressed Feng Wu down on the bed. To see the point of contact clearly, I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, adopting a charging posture. Her dark red labia, which I had played with with my fingers, were wet, swollen, and I could see the bright red mucus inside.

Feng Wu let out a hungry panting sound, desperately twisting her hips. But I held her legs tightly, pressing my body down forcefully, and Feng Wu arched her back, letting out a groan. I began to sway my hips, hearing the wet, slurring sounds of my scrotum slapping against my skin.

Ah…wife…Wang Hui…I cried out inwardly, a surge of intense lust rising within me, like an outlet for this burning desire. My penis thrust in and out of her tight passage, in rhythm with Feng Wu's twisting hips.

“Oh…oh…oh…so good…oh…”

Feng Wu moaned lasciviously, her legs clamping around my waist, squeezing harder, as if urging me to thrust even more. Seemingly aroused by Feng Wu's moans, I also let out excited gasps, forcefully thrusting my body against hers. Pressed against my body, Feng Wu occasionally let out seductive trembling sounds.

I reached out and embraced Feng Wu's back, lifting her up to face me in a seated position. Perhaps due to the deep penetration, Feng Wu seemed to be in pain, clinging to my neck, her legs wrapped around my back.

"Huff...huff...huff..."

Accompanied by my excited panting, each thrust upwards produced a whimper that was intensely stimulating to the listener, causing her glossy black hair to dance wildly. The scene, like Beauty and the Beast, further aroused my lust, generating an indescribable excitement. My

hard penis churned inside her, and Feng Wu raised her chin, letting out a soft moan, placing her hands on my chest to support her nearly collapsing body. Frowning, biting her lip, she gradually increased the distance of her hip movements, rotating her hips around the shaft inserted into her vagina.

"Ah...uh...ah..."

The woman's wanton cries, her frantic twisting of her slender waist, reminded me of Wang Hui's wanton and wanton behavior during her affair. That lewd and wanton appearance was like that of a most lustful, infatuated harlot, almost unrecognizable from my wife, who usually maintained a ladylike demeanor during sex. Could this be the true nature of the woman hidden within my wife's body?

Thinking this, a perverse sense of excitement arose within me, and I slowly leaned back.

Feng Wu's breathing grew increasingly rapid. She lowered her head, her black hair swaying wildly, her beautiful naked body glistening with sweat. As she straddled the man's waist, she seemed to concentrate all her strength from the waist down, violently twisting her hips. I thrust my hips upwards

forcefully.

"Oh...oh...oh..."

Feng Wu's hips bounced up and down, forcing her to cling to my firm chest. After several more thrusts, her hands could no longer support her body, and she collapsed onto my chest. I continued thrusting upwards. Feng Wu's hips tightened with my movements, desperately rubbing against my penis, indicating that she was nearing orgasm. "

Wang Hui...why did you betray me..." The tightness within Feng Wu's body made me feel both heaven and hell. Suddenly, I stopped. Feng Wu let out a pleading moan, her beautiful face pressed against her disheveled hair, revealing an excited, wanton appearance.

"Move faster..."

Feng Wu seemed confused, unsure what to do, but then, unable to resist the demands of her body, she began to ride me, twisting her hips.

I got up and changed positions, twisting Feng Wu's body while our genitals were still joined, assuming a rear-entry position. I made her knees on all fours, her buttocks raised high, thrusting deeply inside her.

"Ahhh...uhh..."

Feng Wu let out a sobbing moan, seemingly unable to bear the pleasure, her black hair flying wildly. My mind was filled with images of Wang Hui on the bed, wearing stockings, being squeezed and filled by those three men, her wanton moans and gasps, drinking their semen, and the semen stains on her face, hair, and stockings.

Why...why did you betray me?!

My heart screamed, a perverse sadistic urge rising within me, and I thrust fiercely into Feng Wu's vagina. In my mind, Feng Wu and my wife Wang Hui overlapped. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved woman's aroused appearance. Being violently thrust into by a strange man, her black hair flying, her full breasts swaying incessantly. The man's penis made a soft, smacking sound as it went in and out of his wife's tight vagina.

"Ah...ah...uh...ah..."

Fengwu's head bobbed up and down, and soon she let out an excited moan, her brow furrowing, her back arching like a bow, her disheveled hair plastered to her face, her eyes misty, radiating the light of a woman about to reach climax.

I thrust even more violently from behind.

"Uh...oh...oh..."

Fengwu's moans grew increasingly excited, and I began to thrust wildly.

After a dozen or so thrusts, Fengwu suddenly stiffened, gripping the sheets tightly. She arched her sweaty back, tightened her raised buttocks, her body spasming rhythmically, her internal organs contracting and tightening, finally collapsing onto the bed, utterly exhausted. At that moment, my desire also erupted within Fengwu.

We reached climax simultaneously... ****************************************************** (Separator)

After a long while, we separated. Fengwu seemed to have regained her senses; the Fengwu I knew had returned.

Our relationship was purely sexual, like instinct. Once the impulse was over, things went back to normal. I don't know why, but I found myself very clear about the distinction, so naturally and naturally. Sex and our relationship were two separate things.

I still had doubts about her, and she probably felt the same way about me.

"Do you know people around here?" I asked. Fengwu simply nodded.

"What were you talking about with them just now? South Korean? Or Korean?"

Fengwu looked at me like I was an idiot. I immediately realized that South Korean and Korean should be the same language.

"How can you speak that language? Are they really North Koreans?"

"Of course they are." Fengwu ran to the shower, turned on the showerhead, and cleaned herself of the semen. It dripped down her legs, washed away by the water.

"You speak foreign languages? You... here..."

"I know what you want to ask." Feng Wu dried herself off again. "The owner here is South Korean. I've known them for a long time. It's very safe here. I'm actually not Chinese, I'm North Korean."

Damn! It really was like an African old man jumping high, giving the old guy a fright. I was a little stunned and sat up in bed: "You... you're North Korean? No, what do you mean? Are you from a minority group? Korean?"

"No, I'm North Korean, I grew up in North Korea, across the Yalu River, understand?"

"You're not Chinese?" I was genuinely surprised. Such a beautiful woman, speaking Chinese so fluently, I had never even considered that she wasn't Chinese, I had no such awareness.

"You're North Korean? The North Korea of Kim Jong-il? You're a foreigner?"

"Yes, that's correct, why?"

"...I...it's nothing, I just couldn't believe it, it's a bit unbelievable...Are you telling the truth? Are you really North Korean? Why didn't you ever tell me?" I was a little unsure what to say. After all that fuss, I'd been following a foreigner around for days, and you were North Korean? You should have said so earlier! I thought you were Chinese.

"Do I need to tell you? Besides, you never asked me." Feng Wu smoothed her hair and pulled on her underwear.

"I...no, your Chinese is very good, I really didn't expect you to be so good."

Feng Wu smiled but didn't comment.

"You're North Korean, and you really do look no different from a Chinese person. So why did you come to China?"

"Can't I come?"

"No, how long have you been here? And since you're North Korean, how come you're working for Mr. A? Aren't you going back? Is your home in North Korea also in North Korea? Did you immigrate?"

"No, I came illegally..." Feng Wu finished speaking and lay down on the bed, her eyes seemingly filled with sadness.

"Smuggled?" I was startled; so this woman was an undocumented immigrant. Smuggling into North Korea is incredibly difficult. And her skills were exceptional, plus she spoke such fluent Mandarin—could it be…? "What did you do for a living in North Korea?" I voiced my question.

"Why do you ask?" Feng Wu glanced at me sideways.

"Judging from your skills and your courage, I suspect your past is extraordinary." I began to have doubts; just who was this North Korean woman? Feng Wu smiled and said, "What did you do before?"

"I used to... run a small business, just an ordinary person."

"An ordinary person? An ordinary person has the ability to escape from an assassin's gun? An ordinary person dares to jump from a building?"

"That's something I practiced when I was in the army..."

A suggestive smile crept across Feng Wu's lips, and I suddenly understood: "You were a soldier before? The Korean People's Army? Or a special agent?"

"I used to be a reconnaissance soldier in the Peony Brigade under the Reconnaissance Bureau of the General Staff of the Korean People's Army. My Korean name is Kim Taek-woo." Feng Wu spoke as if she were talking about someone else, as if she had no attachment to that identity.

"You were a reconnaissance soldier? Or a spy?" I was truly surprised. I hadn't expected this beautiful woman to be a North Korean soldier, and judging from her unit designation, she might even be in the special forces. I really didn't know if she was telling the truth or not. However, seeing how easily she could take down men bigger than her, she must have received rigorous training.

"Think what you want. I've done both kinds of missions. We're considered special agents, but we train with the sniper brigade."

"No wonder your Chinese is so good. Is your infiltration direction towards China?"

"I also speak English and Japanese."

Holy crap! I was completely stunned. This woman was simply... indescribable. Look at this female reconnaissance soldier, and then look at myself, a grown man who used to be a reconnaissance soldier. How come the difference between us is so huge?

"Then how... how did you sneak into China?" After all, we're colleagues. I knew a bit about things from my time in the military. North Korean special forces are the elite of the elite, professional assassins. Their status and treatment in the military are relatively high. Why would she sneak into China?

"What kind of mission do you think I'm here on?" Feng Wu's tone sounded like she was laughing.

"So you are... I didn't mean anything by it, it's just that this is the first time I've met a foreign colleague. We were both soldiers before, I was just curious. I heard that the discipline over there is very strict..."

"Don't worry, I'm not here on any mission, I'm a defector."

"Defector!?" When the word came out of Feng Wu's mouth, she didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuation, which showed that she didn't think much of it.

"Yes, defector, I don't want to stay in North Korea anymore, that's it."

"...What about your family?"

"...Dead." Feng Wu's words were very simple, but I could see a trace of desolate hatred flash in her eyes.

I didn't speak, I could feel the unique soldier's strength of bleeding but not crying from her.

But after I didn't speak, Feng Wu opened up. Her emotions adjusted quickly, as if she were telling someone else's story.

According to her, she originally had an older brother, a soldier belonging to the 171st Sniper Airborne Brigade of the 8th Special Forces of North Korea. Later, he was killed in a secret naval military infiltration operation against Japan, and his body was never recovered.

After graduating from elementary school, she was selected for the General Staff Reconnaissance Bureau, where she was trained by the military in various military intelligence techniques and combat skills. Initially, her main infiltration target was Northeast China.

In the 1990s, along the Sino-North Korean border, the Yanbian-Sinuiju area was rife with illegal border crossings from North Korea into China. Separated only by the Mentu River, the Chinese side was a picture of high-rise buildings, bright lights, and abundant food and clothing—a picture of the decadent capitalist life portrayed in propaganda. The North Korean side, on the other hand, was desolate and impoverished, resembling a small mountain village from the last century. Coupled with years of natural disasters, many refugees could not withstand hunger and temptation, and risked everything to illegally cross the border into China. This illegal crossing trend continues to this day and cannot be stopped.

Meanwhile, the South Korean National Intelligence Service had established a large intelligence network in Chinese border cities such as Yanbian in Jilin Province, and organized many civilian organizations such as the "Free Koreans Alliance" to specifically plan the escape of North Korean military and civilians.

At that time, Feng Wu, or rather Jin Zeyu, was ordered to infiltrate China among the defecting refugees to monitor and sabotage anti-North Korean organizations. However, what she saw and heard in China deeply shocked her. Seeing China's economic development and the Chinese people living happily, she began to question North Korea's so-called socialism for the first time.

Both are socialist countries, so why does North Korea constantly maintain a military-first policy of paranoia, while the Chinese people can migrate freely without fear of South Korean spies?

Why is the living environment in China so relaxed, while North Korea is always so oppressive? Because they don't know how many of those eyes watching them are from the Ministry of Social Security or the Workers' Party Investigation Bureau?

Why did the Great Leader Kim Jong-il declare, "Living in a mud-brick house and drinking meat soup is achieving communism," while the Chinese, living in high-rise buildings, driving cars, and enjoying plenty of food and clothing, still declare themselves to be only in the primary stage of socialism?

Why is this?

However, having received rigorous training and political education, she buried these questions deep in her heart, knowing the consequences for her family back home if these thoughts were exposed.

Subsequently, her work progressed significantly, uncovering several secret channels for smuggling people from North Korea to China, and dismantling a secret radio station in Sinuiju, North Korea, controlled by China.

For these achievements, she was promoted and made several trips to Northeast China. Through long-term observation, she, who had been indoctrinated with the concept of a socialist country, finally understood that the Marxism believed by her ancestors and parents could be something else entirely.

But what truly led her to defect was something else entirely unexpected.

She had always believed her brother had died on the front lines of a secret military operation against Japan, but years later, during a mission in Japan, she unexpectedly encountered her supposedly deceased brother, Kim Yong-joo.

It turned out that her brother hadn't died in the firefight. He had survived for a day and a night at sea using only a tattered piece of ship plank, before being rescued by a Japanese fishing boat. However, he didn't return to North Korea. He knew that going back would mean facing endless political scrutiny, a catastrophe for his family. He figured it was better to continue "dying" and at least earn his family the status of a martyr's family.

Later, he traveled to Europe and was recruited by a foreign mercenary company, becoming a professional mercenary known as "Lynx," fighting in various hotspots around the world.

Later still, he and a dozen comrades left the EO company and started their own operation in Central Asia. They were later recruited by the Chinese Ministry of State Security and began working for China.

Having traveled extensively and seen the world beyond North Korea, he no longer had any attachment to North Korean socialism. He told Kim Taek-woo that North Korea under the Kim dynasty had no future and urged her to leave and go to the outside world as soon as possible. He added that he now worked for the Chinese Ministry of State Security and could ask his Chinese friends for help if she wanted.

Feng Wu was truly moved that time, but still couldn't make up her mind. After returning to China, her superiors made the decision for her. Intelligence about her meeting with her brother was leaked, and she knew things were dire. Explanations were useless; North Korea's consistent policy towards suspected defectors was to rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

Relying on her long-term involvement in border smuggling investigations, she had secretly established some channels and hastily defected to China. Her parents, however, were unable to be moved in time and were arrested and executed by North Korea.

She was devastated upon receiving the news, but an even greater blow was yet to come.

Her brother was unable to help her.

It turned out that her brother had been on a mission in Japan, tasked with monitoring Ikeda Shigemasa, a Japanese arms dealer supplying weapons to the East Turkestan organization, and plotting his assassination.

As a result, his sniper teammate went missing in an accident after the Hong Kong operation. Chinese security officials believed his identity had been exposed, and to avoid international repercussions, they disbanded the department that commanded the operation and the secret unit her brother belonged to.

Without Chinese protection, Kim Yong-joo was in dire straits and unable to provide for his sister. He chose to go to South America with some of his companions to seek his fortune, but Kim Tae-woo did not go with him.

Kim Tae-woo didn't care; even in the worst situation, it was far better than in North Korea. There were many other North Korean illegal immigrants like her there, and the local Chinese police and security agencies turned a blind eye. Here, she could work and live freely like a girl her age, instead of being treated like a fighting machine.

A few years later, after getting used to the comfortable life in China, Fengwu also felt the economic pressure. Without an ID card and being a foreigner who had illegally entered the country, she couldn't find good work. That's how people are; once they get used to comfort, they yearn for a better life. She had a very low opinion of chastity and had lost her virginity early, so she became a prostitute. She met Mr. A by chance.

At that time, she was completely like a Chinese girl. Mr. A didn't know her true background and just thought she was an ordinary North Korean prostitute. Seeing her unusual wit and intelligence, he recruited her into his organization with a high salary.

Fengwu carefully concealed her identity until today, until she met me.

"...You've never told anyone before?" I listened, speechless for a long time. I never expected this sexy woman, who seemed younger than me, to have such a tumultuous past.

"Hmm..." Fengwu stared at the ceiling, seemingly immersed in her past memories.

"Then why did you tell me?" I didn't know why I asked that.

"Why... I don't know either?" Feng Wu's voice seemed to be murmuring. "Maybe if I don't say it now, I'll never have the chance to say it again. Before, in North Korea, then in China, and now, I never thought I'd end up back on the same old path. Maybe I was born to do this kind of thing."

"...Any news about your brother?" I seemed to be a little affected by the atmosphere, not knowing what to say, and started making small talk.

"My brother... he's gone too. A year ago, I received a message from his mercenary comrades in South America. He was hired by the military of a certain country and died in a military operation against anti-government forces in that country. The other side was also international mercenaries, but my brother's comrades had already avenged him."

"Oh, I see..." I didn't know if she was grieving over this, and I didn't know how to comfort her.

After about two minutes... "What are you thinking about? Why aren't you saying anything?" Feng Wu suddenly turned to look at me.

"Oh... well, you've said so much, I don't know what to say..."

"Wait, you didn't actually believe all of this, did you?" Feng Wu suddenly looked at me as if I were some rare animal, her face now filled with a mischievous grin.

"What do you mean? You're not saying that everything you just said was..."

"Of course it's fake! Do you think this is a movie?" Feng Wu laughed, tears streaming down her face. "How could that be? It's just a plot from an adult novel I read online. You actually believed it?! You're really funny, you can believe something like that? No wonder you get tricked so easily, you actually believed something like that? I can't take it anymore..."

Feng Wu laughed so hard she clutched her stomach and slapped the bed, tears welling in her eyes, but I wasn't angry, I don't know why.

I leaned down, and Feng Wu stopped laughing and looked at me.

I gently kissed her eyes; her tears were salty, but they seemed to carry a bitter taste...

July 4th, 4 PM.

In our secret hideout, Fengwu and I were analyzing the results of our work over the past few days. After several days of reconnaissance, Fengwu decided to act tonight. Observing her these past few days, I'd discovered she was quite adept at reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, and she probably knew something about Zhang Chaoping before. After some effort, we found a secret residence.

It was located in a residential area on Chengdu Road, though the registered name wasn't Zhang Chaoping's. However, Fengwu said it was one of Zhang Chaoping's secret hideouts.

I believed her assessment wasn't unfounded. Since Zhang Chaoping was involved in organized crime, and in a business dealing worth hundreds of millions, his lifestyle was undoubtedly beyond the imagination of ordinary people; having multiple hideouts was normal. Fengwu's special status meant she must have some special methods to uncover this information.

"If that apartment really is Zhang Chaoping's secret base, we might find some useful clues.

But are you really sure there won't be a bunch of assassins waiting for us when we get there? And that nobody else knows about this place?"

Right now, I had to be extremely cautious. " I was lucky to escape the police last time, Feng Wu herself admits that. I don't want to be on the run again.

If Zhang Chaoping really harbored disloyalty to his organization, this hideout shouldn't have been exposed. I found this place by chance. Once, I was driving his car on business, and it broke down halfway. When I randomly picked up a repair shop, the owner recognized Zhang Chaoping's car. He had seen Zhang Chaoping's car in that neighborhood before, and I paid attention to it after that, and it really led me to this place." "I see.

It seems the saying 'If you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place' is truly wise. Zhang Chaoping probably just had that one oversight, and you just happened to run into him."

“So, if we’re lucky, we can catch Zhang Chaoping red-handed in the house. This kid is running this place behind everyone’s back; he definitely won’t tell anyone except people he trusts, so the chances of him running into anyone else are slim.”

The operation was scheduled for 3 AM, because that’s when people are soundly asleep.

Feng Wu then took out the large travel bag I’d seen earlier; this was probably the equipment we needed. First, a tranquilizer gun. I’d been burned by these before; this gun is for silencing people, with an effective range of about ten meters. Feng Wu also had a handgun, but I didn’t know where it was. I didn’t approve of her using real guns; after all, real guns are too dangerous and could easily cause a major incident.

There are only ordinary security guards in that neighborhood, and they’re not trained by a professional security company, so this tranquilizer gun is enough to deal with them.

Next was a master key. I’d used these before, but Feng Wu’s set was clearly more complete and sophisticated than any I’d seen before, and it was even electric—quite advanced.

Feng Wu showed it to me and asked, "Do you know how to use it?"

I was a little unconvinced. Even if you really were a North Korean agent, I was still a soldier myself. I knew the basics of unlocking and locking locks, and besides, I had been trained by Mr. A.

I took the small electric handle, looked at the lock on the door, and pulled out a steel bar, inserting it into the slot.

I closed the door from the outside, inserted the steel bar into the keyhole, and gently turned it. I felt the spring engage, pressed the ignition switch, and the steel bar turned. After a few wobbles, the lock clicked open. But to my embarrassment, although the door was open, the master key was stuck in the lock and I couldn't pull it out. I didn't know what was wrong.

"Hmph, what's wrong?" Feng Wu's face clearly had a teasing smile on it.

"...I'm used to manual locks. I'm not used to electric ones." I covered up my embarrassment. Feng Wu took over and clearly demonstrated it to me, pulling the steel bar out in a few quick movements.

“Okay, you’ll be in charge of unlocking it.”

Feng Wu knew I didn’t have time to train her now, so she took out two tear gas smoke grenades. “You know how to use these, right?”

“Of course I do, otherwise what’s the point of being a soldier?” I took them and saw that they were two genuine military-grade grenades. I was taken aback. “Where did you get these? You didn’t bring them from North Korea, did you?”

“What do you think? Would you believe me if I said I bought them?”

“No.”

“Then there’s no point in talking to you.” Feng Wu didn’t say anything more, but I believed it was very likely that she really did bring them from North Korea. She had carried out violent missions before and successfully infiltrated China for a long time, so hiding some equipment here wasn’t anything new. The fact that she could successfully defect from North Korea to China showed that she was someone who was always well-prepared.

"And this is for night vision. Be careful, electronic things are especially troublesome, they're prone to breaking if you bump them or drop them." Feng Wu took out two boxes from inside, and inside were two night vision goggles wrapped in foam. They weren't the bulky, military-style ones, but rather like two sets of windproof goggles, but with integrated electronic components and two lenses. After turning off the lights and putting them on, all you could see was a green light, but you could still see the furnishings in the room very clearly.

"How much does this thing cost to make? Who exactly are you... Damn..."

I knew I wouldn't get any results by asking her now, so I simply didn't ask. Taking off her night-vision goggles, she asked, "If the box is really hidden there, it can't be opened with just one lock. There might be a safe or something. Can that master key open the safe?"

"It's okay. If you encounter a lock you can't open, use this." Feng Wu took out two soft, chewing-gum-like blocks, about the size of ordinary mahjong tiles, peeled off the outer layer of silver foil-like packaging, and the blocks inside did indeed look like chewing gum, except that one half was red and the other half was green.

"Do you know what this is?"

"It can't be chewing gum, can it?" I instinctively felt that this thing was plastic explosive.

"You can chew it like chewing gum if you want. It's a miniature explosive. When using it, mix the red and green parts together, stick it to the target, and it will generate a violent light and heat energy impact after 5 seconds, but the detonation velocity is not high, so it's relatively safe to use. But I don't know if you can chew it."

Feng Wu said it casually, but I was sweating as I looked at the two things in my palm.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I'm kidding me?"

"This thing is really a bomb!?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"...Are you a terrorist? And you're carrying something this dangerous?" I thought she had enough with a pistol, but I didn't expect her to be carrying a bomb too. Thinking back to how I'd always been traveling with bombs in her car before, I worried about what would happen if it exploded… “Don’t worry, this thing is safe. As long as it’s wrapped in that outer packaging, it’ll be fine.”

I swallowed hard. “How powerful is this thing?”

“About the same as a hand grenade. Don’t worry, it’s enough to deal with a security door or a safe.”

“Damn, are you going to steal something or go to war? And you’re carrying explosives? What if you blow up that box too? We’ll have ruined everything. Besides, bombs are so loud, aren’t you afraid of attracting the police?”

“That box isn’t that easy to destroy, and this is a last resort. We won’t use it unless absolutely necessary.”

“Then you can keep it. I don’t want it.” I wanted to return these two dangerous things to her. What if they exploded in my pocket while we were walking? That would be quite a sight.

"You give me everything, but aren't you going to do anything for yourself? You don't even know how to use the master key, and you're no good with the night vision equipment. You're still making excuses about taking these two things. I told you they're safe, that you don't need to be afraid."

"...You're just afraid that if we get caught by the police, you'll pin the blame on me, right?"

In the end, I gave in. I carefully hid these two deadly gadgets in my pocket. I doubted whether she was telling the truth, and prayed that they wouldn't accidentally detonate. I had to find a chance to secretly throw them away.

After getting the equipment ready, I started to rest and recuperate. At 1:30 AM, feeling refreshed, Fengwu and I left the Korean restaurant and headed straight for Chengdu Road.

This residential area had one or two high-rise buildings; the rest were six or seven stories. After scouting the area for the past few days, we had a good understanding of the surrounding roads. The security measures in the residential area seemed very tight on the surface, but there were still many loopholes. The camera angles had blind spots, and the security guards weren't very diligent during the night patrols, sometimes sneaking out to nap. Even patrols only go around the courtyard, rarely entering the buildings.

This is because the building doors have combination locks, preventing non-residents from entering. However, I've figured this out. The residents here are incredibly undisciplined; they record others unlocking their doors from a distance with their phones, review the recordings later, and they know exactly what's going on.

The weather forecast predicted rain tonight, so we waited. The rain would provide reliable cover, and once it rained, the security guards would be much less vigilant.

At 3 o'clock, it really started raining, and we began our operation.

Climbing over the not-so-high wall, we successfully broke into the community. At this point, only the streetlights were still on; the rest of the community was pitch black. In the distance, flashlight beams swung aimlessly—those were the night shift security guards, wearing raincoats, making a perfunctory patrol. They would soon find shelter until the rain stopped.

We already knew the locations of the various security cameras along the walls in the complex. There were many blind spots here, so we slowly made our way forward, hugging the wall. There were lights along the walls, but that wasn't an obstacle. The lights only illuminated a few meters around us; beyond that, it was complete darkness.

We reached a corner and looked up. Zhang Chaoping lived on the sixth floor, the top floor.

For some reason, his window didn't have a security grille. Now we faced two choices: either climb up the security grille below or go through the stairwell. Aluminum alloy glass windows are easier to open than iron security doors, but going through the stairwell would be less troublesome, requiring us to climb up and down.

We decided to go through the stairwell.

The keypad door in the stairwell opened easily. This type of low-rise building didn't have any security cameras or elevators. Fengwu and I quickly and silently went up to the sixth floor.

We didn't know if anyone was inside, but we couldn't hear anything through the door.

Maybe Zhang Chaoping was inside, maybe not. We didn't have enough manpower to monitor this place around the clock, and besides, we were both soaking wet, with security guards loitering outside. I just wanted to get this over with and leave as quickly as possible.

Fengwu's skills were indeed professional; she quickly opened the security door.

The room was dark, but we didn't turn on the lights; instead, we put on our night vision goggles. I noticed the red light flashing on the infrared alarm by the door, and I broke out in a cold sweat. This meant no one was inside, but the damned community surveillance alarm system was still working normally, and the fire safety center's monitoring system must have been alarmed by now.

By the time we turned off the alarm, it would be too late; the signal had already been sent out.

I looked at Fengwu; she quickly circled the room a few times, then turned on the lights and removed her night vision goggles. It seemed she wasn't planning to leave yet. I calmed myself down and decided to play along. After all, security guards weren't police officers; maybe we could fool them.

The lights went out again.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, the security guard finally arrived. The intercom inside the house rang. After a few rings, Feng Wucai turned on the light and gestured for me to answer it.

I picked up the receiver, and the routine questions came through. It was raining heavily outside, and I figured the people downstairs wouldn't be delayed in the rain for long. I told them it was a false alarm and dismissed them with a few words. The security guards didn't even ask my name, just said "excuse me" and hung up.

Feng Wucai then turned off the light and used her night vision goggles to look down. In her field of vision, two security guards and one holding an umbrella hopped and skipped across some puddles and disappeared on the other side of the building.

Now it was our turn.

Since there was no one else inside, the night vision goggles and gas bombs we had prepared were unnecessary. We openly turned on the light and began searching the house for what we were looking for.

But damn it, we found nothing.

I was certain we had searched every nook and cranny, and carefully checked the ceiling, walls, and floor, but there was no hidden safe. Feng Wu was unwilling to give up, because this was the only clue left. We searched twice more, but still found nothing. The rain was lessening, and with summer days dawning early, visibility was gradually increasing. The danger of being discovered was also growing.

I felt it was time for us to retreat.

"Damn it, there's nothing here!?" Feng Wu maintained a calm expression, but her tone was filled with anger and dejection.

"Let's go, it'll be dawn if we wait any longer," I urged.

Feng Wu reluctantly opened the door, about to leave, when she saw the mailbox on the outer wall. Her eyes lit up, and she pried off the lock in two quick movements. Inside, she found only some small advertisements. But her actions reminded me. I turned back to look at the ashtray on the table. Although I had noticed some burnt paper scraps on it earlier, I hadn't paid much attention. Now, I had a blind, almost instinctive, feeling that it was a lucky coincidence.

I picked it up and found it resembled a fragment of an advertisement, but it had been burned down to just a corner, making it difficult to spot in the ashes. However, I noticed numbers on it, like a phone number.

I didn't have time to examine it closely; the only person who could burn things here was Zhang Chaoping. Besides, if it were something unwanted, a normal person would throw it in the trash; there would be no need to burn it. Burning it meant they wanted to make

it disappear completely. Since Zhang Chaoping wanted it gone, it might be related to our objective.

I slipped out, and Feng Wu gently closed the door. Before it was fully light, we went downstairs and, following our pre-arranged route, scaled the wall and slipped out of the complex. We didn't alert the security guards, so the violent conflict I feared didn't occur.

Back at the complex, we began to examine the piece of paper.

It looked like one of those small, street-distributed advertising flyers, fairly well-printed, but now only a corner remained, along with a few numbers that looked like phone numbers.

"Since Zhang Chaoping specifically wanted to burn it, it means this piece of paper threatens him. Right now, our only clue is the last five digits; it looks like a phone number, but we don't know if it's a mobile, landline, or pager."

"It looks like an advertisement. Could someone have sent it to him? People often hand out flyers in the neighborhood, which is normal. But he didn't burn other flyers, only this one. This suggests it might be a specific message, different from the others, possibly sent to him by a specific person."

"That's strange. If it were someone's accomplice, there's no need to use such methods. If there's something to say, a phone call or other channel would suffice. Even writing a letter wouldn't require bringing an advertisement. This is too odd."

“Maybe… that specific person isn’t his accomplice, and Zhang Chaoping didn’t know he’d send him an ad. Let’s figure out if this is a phone number first.”

Fengwu got the local Yellow Pages from his South Korean friend, and I flipped through it while she searched online. We only had a few digits, and we weren’t even sure if they were phone numbers, so we began our battle.

I don’t know how long I looked, but my eyes were sore and tired, and my vision was blurry. And there were still hundreds of pages in the Yellow Pages. I felt this was an impossible task; we didn’t even know if these were phone numbers. I felt like I was wasting my time and energy.

Fengwu, as always, was completely focused on the monitor, checking each and every result she found.

I rubbed my eyes and continued looking, but somehow I fell asleep.

I dreamt of Wang Hui, but she was being raped naked on the bed by other men. At first, she resisted, but gradually her resistance turned into submission and compliance, and she happily made love with strange men.

I stood there watching, but a strange fear gripped me, and I couldn't move an inch.

Then she walked ahead alone, I didn't know where she was going. I chased after her, but I couldn't catch up. I was anxious, and the more anxious I became, the heavier my body felt, making it almost impossible to move.

Behind me, there seemed to be some indistinct, shadowy monsters chasing me.

Then Feng Wu woke me up. I jerked my head up, and after a few seconds of disorientation, I realized I was dreaming. I saw Feng Wu sitting in front of me, holding a piece of paper, as if her search had yielded results.

"What did you find?"

"I'm working hard here, and you're just sleeping soundly, hmph… these numbers, maybe that's what they mean. This is the most plausible result I could find." Feng Wu, with a stern face, pushed the paper towards me.

I took it and looked at it carefully, blurting out, "A plastic surgeon? Is this real?"

"I don't know either. I found it in a reply to a post on a forum. It said it was the contact information for a private cosmetic surgeon. But now it's hard to tell if it's real or not."

"You mean Zhang Chaoping is contacting a cosmetic surgeon? What's he up to?"

"Maybe he wants to run away? Who knows?"

"How credible is this information? If it's a doctor, who knows if he's a licensed doctor? Posting this kind of information online could mean it's some unlicensed quack. Most of the information about these black market doctors is fake; you might end up with nothing."

"There are many black market doctors, but few have the money to print these kinds of ads. Besides, things online aren't necessarily fake. They post randomly online precisely because they can't advertise openly."

"So what do you plan to do? Go find this doctor?"

"Yes, now that I have his phone number, I'll check if it's real. I reckon it might not be the doctor's number; it might be a contact person's number."

"Would a contact person's number be printed on an ad?"

"Whatever, let's investigate first." Feng Wu left, leaving me alone. I sat blankly on the bench. We were basically searching for a needle in a haystack, just taking a gamble. Who knew how many black market doctors were in this city? Who knew if that string of numbers meant a phone number? Nobody could be sure, but we could only guess and try our luck. Besides,

I felt there was a possibility, and I believed Feng Wu's experience gave her some confidence.

If Zhang Chaoping had really betrayed his organization, his next step would definitely be to find a way to escape.

Plastic surgery to change his appearance was one method.

But wasn't it too late for him to start now? Whatever

, let's wait for Feng Wu to find out.

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