[Urban] Fuse (Complete) - 7-9

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Chapter 9

July 5th, 3 PM.

Feng Wu was very efficient. She went to the China Netcom service center and quickly found out the name of the phone number owner: a man surnamed Chen. Moreover, the number was still in use and was a local number.

This man was quite wary; when she first contacted him, he immediately denied it, saying it was a wrong number. However, Feng Wu's lying skills were not to be underestimated. After contacting him again, she finally gained his trust.

"Your lies are really convincing! I almost believed you just now." I waited for her to finish the call, feeling a mix of emotions. How much of what she told me was false that I hadn't noticed?

"It's nothing. Actually, you just need to grasp the other person's psychology and try to put yourself in their shoes. Gaining someone's trust isn't as difficult as you might think. This guy's real goal is still money. Only by making it seem like we're begging him can he take the opportunity to raise the price."

"So what do we do now? Go find him?"

"Arrange a time to meet him. As long as he shows up, things will be easier. We don't have time to take it slow right now. If he's willing to cooperate, that's great. If he doesn't, we'll have to force him to cooperate."

The agreed time was the next day, the afternoon of July 6th.

Fengwu and I waited in the park for a long time before the man surnamed Chen finally appeared. He looked very ordinary, in his thirties, and a bit like a hoodlum. He looked at Fengwu with a somewhat lewd gaze, but with me, a man, beside him, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

"Are you going to see a doctor for a facial?"

"Yes. You're Mr. Chen?" Fengwu answered, a hunter's glint in her eyes.

"Who is he?" the man surnamed Chen pointed at me.

“He’s my cousin, I came along because I was worried.”

“You’re so pretty, you don’t need plastic surgery at all?” True to his word, the man suddenly sensed something was wrong. He looked around, seemingly suspecting we were police.

“You’re right, I didn’t bring you here for plastic surgery.” A cold smile suddenly appeared on Feng Wu’s lips.

The man shuddered, suddenly turning to run. I lunged forward, grabbed his arm, twisted his leg, and slammed him to the ground. The man shouted, “Police are beating people! Police are beating people!”

I punched him hard in the ribs, making him speechless with pain.

Feng Wu stood up nonchalantly. Some people around seemed to want to come and watch the commotion, but Feng Wu glared at them and yelled “Get lost!” None of them dared to approach; they all pretended not to see anything and hid away. No one bothered with this.

We took the guy to the van; he had recovered by then.

"You...you can't arrest me, you have no evidence..." This kid really thought we were police officers. Before he could finish speaking, Feng Wu slapped him hard across the face.

"Shut the hell up! If you don't tell the truth, I'll beat you to death! Have you seen this person?"

I held Zhang Chaoping's photo in front of him, but the kid still pretended to be crazy, shouting that he didn't know anything and yelling that he wanted to find a lawyer. I looked at Feng Wu, and she made a helpless gesture. I swung my fist and punched him hard in the face and body

. This beating was as satisfying as hitting a punching bag. In the end, the kid was screaming for his parents, blood was hanging from his nose and mouth, and two or three teeth were knocked out. Finally, he yelled for me to stop, and I stopped. The situation was much simpler after that. He would answer whatever I asked. At this point, avoiding physical pain was the most important thing.

He was indeed not a doctor, but just someone who helped the doctor contact clients. He was the doctor's cousin.

He hadn't met Zhang Chaoping before, but he recognized the slip of paper. We followed him back to his place and saw some similar small advertising cards—discount cards. He said they only sent these cards to customers who spent over 50,000 yuan.

Fengwu and I both realized we'd really hit the jackpot. Zhang Chaoping had spent so much money here, so they'd taken it upon themselves to send him the card.

But Fengwu found it strange; she'd known Zhang Chaoping for so long and hadn't noticed any changes in his appearance.

She had no idea what kind of plastic surgery he'd had; he must have spent so much money on something.

When we pressed the guy surnamed Chen, he admitted he didn't know all the customer information; some had gone directly to the doctor, and he didn't know anything about those people.

After getting the doctor's address, Fengwu gave him a tranquilizer gun and threw him into a park toilet.

“Let’s go find this doctor now. We actually hit the right spot this time. Time is of the essence. Knowing Zhang Chaoping’s ruthlessness, if he’s done using this doctor, he’ll definitely silence him. We need to hurry.”

“Wait, don’t you have a gun? With just this?” I thought of Zhang Chaoping’s two assassins and felt a chill run down my spine.

“No time, let’s go check it out first.”

The car drove west along the road to Zhao Village. This area was originally rural, but after the city expanded, it became what’s called an urban village. Most of the houses here are two- or three-story courtyard houses, all for rent.

However, there are also detached houses. The doctor’s clinic is located on the third floor of a small building on the outskirts.

“This is it. Let’s ask someone first.” I looked around and saw a young man in his thirties coming out of the building. He was dressed neatly, but he was in a wheelchair.

Fengwu and I went over, and Fengwu helped him down the steps. He thanked us.

"Excuse me, is Dr. Luo's clinic up here?" Feng Wu asked politely. The charm of a beautiful woman was undeniable; the young man politely replied that it was upstairs, adding that he had just seen someone go in, and Dr. Luo was probably seeing a patient. If we had something to do, perhaps we should wait a while before going up.

"Seeing someone?"

Feng Wu and I exchanged a glance, simultaneously realizing that the person upstairs might be Zhang Chaoping!

"Thank you," I said, waving to the young man, and then Feng Wu and I went upstairs.

A sign on the third floor read: Dr. Luo's Plastic Surgery Clinic. However, there were no nurses or receptionists. After a few steps, I suddenly felt something was wrong. Looking at Feng Wu, her face had already changed. She grabbed me.

"Something's wrong! There's a smell of blood!"

She pulled out a tranquilizer gun and aimed it at the door, while I ducked behind the wall. We took turns providing cover as we approached the door, but when we reached the window, we saw a man in a white coat slumped motionless on a table.

Damn it! We were too late. I rushed in first, Feng Wu following closely behind.

The man at the table was already dead, strangled to death. Looking at his identification, he should be the plastic surgeon. On the operating table inside lay another man, his neck stabbed shut, blood draining from his veins, pooling on the floor. A handsome face, but lifeless—it was Zhang Chaoping.

"Damn! Zhang Chaoping!?"

I was stunned. How could he be dead too? He didn't seem to have been dead long ago; had he just been attacked?

Feng Wu was also shocked, looking somewhat bewildered. She took out her phone and snapped a few pictures of the body before pulling me away.

"Quick, get out of here!"

"Wait, didn't that person say someone just went up? Maybe it was that assassin! We didn't see him come down; he must still be up there!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Wu immediately drew her gun and surveyed the surroundings. However, I noticed many bloody footprints on the ground, which Feng Wu had accidentally stepped on earlier. My gaze instinctively shifted to her shoes.

"Your shoes."

"What's wrong with my shoes?" Feng Wu asked, puzzled, looking down.

"They're quite worn!" I suddenly shuddered.

"Of course! I'm out here every day; it would be strange if they weren't worn out!" Feng Wu was puzzled as to why I was bringing this up now.

"That kid's shoes from earlier were also quite worn!"

Feng Wu was stunned. How could someone in a wheelchair have worn shoes when they don't need to walk? Unless… "Quick, chase after him!"

We both dashed downstairs like the wind, only to find a wheelchair at the entrance. But at the same time, we saw a figure dart into another building diagonally opposite.

"There! I'll chase him head-on, you flank him from behind!" Feng Wu said, drawing her tranquilizer gun and giving chase, while I sprinted towards the back of the building. The houses here were basically haphazardly built, with plenty of places to climb. I could see people running up there, and hear hurried footsteps and Fengwu's shouts.

After running around aimlessly for a while, I came across a low wall. I climbed up and then used a fire escape ladder to get to the roof.

As soon as I got there, I saw two people running towards me from behind. The one in front was the young man. It was amazing how well he acted earlier; now he was running faster than a rabbit.

"Stop!" I stepped out to block his way, but the young man charged into my arms like a raging bull. He was very strong, and I fell backward from the impact, but I held him firmly.

We rolled around on the ground. He pulled out a dagger, and I held onto his hand tightly. Fengwu, unable to aim properly, kicked the dagger away from him. I took the opportunity to use my strength to throw him off me.

We both stood up at the same time, but this guy's agility surprised me. The moment he stood up, he kicked me in the stomach, sending me stumbling back several steps. Feng Wu's tranquilizer gun fired.

But man proposes, God disposes. After kicking me, the recoil caused him to stumble back a few steps, and then he was shot again, pushing him to the edge of the building. His foot slipped on his fallen dagger, and he lost his balance, falling headfirst off the building.

Feng Wu and I cried out in alarm, but it was too late to help. A loud crash of debris followed. Looking down, we saw the assassin was dead. He had fallen into a rather unfortunate spot—a pile of scrap steel bars—with several steel bars piercing his chest. He was convulsing; clearly, he was dying.

Another survivor was gone.

"Quick, let's go! This guy will be discovered!" In this situation, Feng Wu and I had no choice but to leave quickly.

We thought today would be a day full of hope, but Zhang Chaoping is dead, the doctor is dead, and the assassin who came to kill them is dead. We gained nothing, except three more lives on our hands.

"Who is this assassin?" I asked Fengwu in the car.

"How should I know?" Fengwu replied irritably. But the damn car stalled at the crucial moment and wouldn't start, making Fengwu slam her hand on the steering wheel in frustration. She urged me to get out of the car quickly, while taking out a rag to wipe all the places where we might have left fingerprints.

"Let's get out of here first, I feel something's wrong!"

Fengwu and I walked nonchalantly towards the road outside the village, without encountering anyone.

"Maybe Zhang Chaoping's superiors discovered his misdeeds and sent people to clean house. Or maybe it's an assassin sent by the organization for revenge," Fengwu said softly.

"The organization? They knew we were here?"

"I don't know either. But Zhang Chaoping sent so many people to kill our group, it wouldn't make sense for the organization not to retaliate. Sending people to kill him is quite normal. It's just that I don't know how they found this place before us."

"This is terrible, Zhang Chaoping is dead too? Could the box have been taken by someone else?"

"If it's the organization, that's fine, at least there's hope for our innocence to be cleared. If it's... wait!" Feng Wu suddenly grabbed me again. I looked around in surprise and saw that there seemed to be more than one person in the taxi across the street.

"No, run... run!" As soon as I finished speaking, figures flashed out from both sides, and Feng Wu and I turned and ran.

Feng Wu pulled me into a road and casually threw a gas bomb behind us. The explosion sounded like a firecracker, and then thick white smoke with a strong pungent smell billowed out. The pursuers behind us didn't expect us to have such equipment, and they coughed incessantly.

But when we were climbing over the wall, Feng Wu and I got separated. She climbed up by stepping on my shoulders, but before I could even get to the top, the pursuers caught up. Left with no other option, I immediately sprinted to the side.

Luckily, Feng Wu was kind enough to throw one last tear gas canister to shield me. Then she disappeared over the wall, while I stumbled and scrambled through alleys, eventually managing to reach the main road.

But by then, I had no idea where Feng Wu was, and I didn't have time to wait for her or look for her. I figured she was capable enough to protect herself. Just then, a bus happened to pass by, and I jumped on without thinking.

Once on, I crouched down and looked at the scene in Zhao Village. Two plumes of smoke rose up, indicating the villagers had been disturbed; the sounds of barking dogs and shouting filled the air. Only after the smoke had

dissipated did I feel a little relieved. Asking someone nearby, I learned that the bus was going back to B City.

Damn it, I don't dare go back to that Korean restaurant in B City. That place must be unsafe now. Who were those people? Were they not with the assassin? Who wanted to kill Zhang Chaoping? Did his organization discover his disloyalty?

Is there some bigger conspiracy behind him? I

wonder how Feng Wu is... I wonder if she escaped safely. What should I do now that I'm back in B City? Without finding Feng Wu, I'm like a blind and deaf person, and I don't have much money on me. Before I knew it, I

reached the last stop and got off the bus.

It was around 7 pm. I stood in the shadows of a corner, blankly watching the people coming and going, pondering my next move.

I should find a place to eat first; after all that strenuous activity, I need to replenish my energy.

After thinking for a while, I decided to wait for Fengwu here for three days. I'd see if I could find a place nearby to observe the Korean restaurant. With that in mind, I strolled out of the shadows, looked around, and headed towards a small restaurant not far away.

I'd only taken two steps when someone bumped into me from behind. A crisp female voice cried out, "

Ouch!" I instinctively caught the girl who almost fell. "I'm sorry..." the girl timidly apologized, accompanied by another girl of about her age who also came to apologize.

"It's okay, be careful next time." Not wanting to cause trouble, I tried to leave, but the girl suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? It's you?"

I'm particularly sensitive to acquaintances now, and almost reflexively flinched. After seeing the girl clearly, I realized she looked familiar, like I'd seen her somewhere before. But I didn't have time to think, and just said, "Excuse me, you've mistaken me for someone else."

"You forgot? We met in City A, on the bus! You and your girlfriend helped me out that day."

"Can't you remember?"

"You... Oh, it's you!" A sudden thought flashed through my mind, and I remembered. It was the time I met Zhang Ning; a girl was being harassed on the bus, and I helped her. She later mistook Zhang Ning and me for a couple. What a coincidence! I never expected to run into her here.

She should be safe with me, this girl I'd only met once.

"Hey, this is the handsome guy I told you about, the one who helped me out that day. This is my classmate."

The girl was very outgoing and friendly, introducing me and the girl next to her.

"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet you again. Hey? Where's your girlfriend?"

"Oh, I came to B City on some business. What about you?"

"School's on summer vacation, so of course I went back to B City. My family lives here." The girl's smile was sweet. I suddenly thought I could ask her for help.

"Oh? Do you go to university in A City?"

"Yeah, I'm a junior, majoring in computerized accounting, and I'll graduate in a year. Have you eaten yet? If not, I'll treat you, as a way of repaying your life-saving kindness." The

girl's invitation suited me perfectly, so I followed her in a taxi to the new district of B city.

The restaurant she took me to wasn't big, but it could fit a dozen or so tables, and the decor was quite nice, clean and bright. The seats were separated into small booths by partitions, and there was also a bar, but it was almost empty. There was only one waiter, and behind the bar was a cashier. There was only one man and one woman dining there.

We formally introduced ourselves, and she said her name was Wang Ke.

"The stir-fried beef ribs here are amazing, you definitely won't regret coming," Wang Ke enthusiastically introduced to me.

"Okay, it's your treat, I'll do whatever you say,"

I replied with a smile. Before the food arrived, we chatted for a bit. It turned out she was from B city but had gone to university in A city.

"Thank you so much for that day, I really don't know what I would have done without you." "

It's nothing, no big deal. You're a junior now, you should be looking for an internship."

"It's fine, my family is in business, I can just work for my dad in the future."

"Oh, that's a shortcut."

"What are you doing in B City? Is it for work?" Wang Ke ordered a bottle of soda, her big, watery eyes staring at me.

"Well... not really for work, just looking for a friend."

"Did you find one?"

"...I guess I did." Thinking of Zhang Chaoping, I really didn't know how to classify it, all I found was a dead man.

The stir-fried beef shreds were served, and they smelled delicious. Wang Ke ordered two more side dishes. I was starving, and I picked up my chopsticks to start eating, but I still politely asked, "Aren't you eating?"

"We ordered dan dan noodles, they're not ready yet, you eat first. How many days are you in B City? When are you going back?"

"Well...maybe, I might have to stay a few more days." "

Where does your friend live? I'll come visit you sometime. I knew you were coming, I would have come to visit you sooner." Wang Ke's attitude was very enthusiastic, but my chopsticks, still holding the lotus root powder, stopped before I could even put it in my mouth.

"Why aren't you eating? Don't you like it?"

"You... wait, why do you think I'm staying at my friend's place?"

"Didn't you say you were looking for your friend..." Wang Ke didn't understand what I was saying.

"I only said I was looking for my friend, not that I was staying at his house. And if you wanted to find me, you could have just asked for my phone number. Asking for my address isn't impossible, but it's a bit strange. Normal people rarely ask like that."

"What are you talking about... I don't understand?"

"And how do you know I've been here for a while? That's a very problematic statement."

"Strange, you weren't..."

"Oh, this is our first meeting today. Most people's first reaction would be to assume I just arrived today. Even if they didn't think that, you didn't even ask me, how did you know I'd been here for a while?" "

Didn't you say you were coming for a few days?"

"I said I was coming for a few days, but I didn't say how many days I'd already been here. You didn't even ask me, just assumed I'd been here for a while. The way you talk like that makes me really suspicious. And our meeting is such a coincidence. I really can't help but doubt your identity."

"What are you talking about?" Wang Ke was getting angry.

"I'm sorry, maybe I misunderstood you, but I don't want to take any risks. I'm leaving now." I stood up, but Wang Ke's expression instantly changed. She went from a lively young woman to a very composed one, her eyes sharp like two knives piercing my nerves.

"Sit down. You're not getting out." Her demeanor was completely out of character for her age.

"I knew it… I didn't expect it. No wonder there are so few people; everyone here is one of your people."

I slowly sat down, only then realizing that the people around me were cleverly positioned, perfectly blocking my escape route. Across from me, Wang Ke's expression had completely changed.

"Who exactly are you people?" "

Mr. A greets you..." Wang Ke's tone was as cold as ice. I understood; she was part of the organization.

The air in the restaurant seemed to freeze. For a moment, no one spoke. The others seemed unaffected, continuing with their usual activities, but I knew that if I tried to escape, they would never let me out.

Perhaps they were armed.

"I've been framed. Mr. A's death has nothing to do with me," I finally whispered after a long pause.

"Is that so? But why did you survive?"

"I survived because of luck, that's all."

Wang Ke laughed, clearly unconvinced.

"Our last encounter was also planned, wasn't it?"

"We've long suspected someone within the organization of a traitor. Every suspect has someone monitoring them, and this incident has finally confirmed it." "The living are the prime suspects, the box is gone, and Zhang Chaoping died after you visited him—was this to silence him? Everything points to you. What excuse do you have?"

"I didn't kill Zhang Chaoping! I don't know where the box is!"

"Hmph, is that so? But why is your wife missing? Why are you still alive?"

"Wait. My wife? What does that mean? My wife is involved too?"

"Of course..." Wang Ke's gaze deepened. "You don't need to play dumb. From the beginning, she has been deeply involved. The only thing you need to tell us now is: where is the box? Where is your wife?" "

Chapter 10

Editor's Note: I've been quite busy lately, so updates have been slower. I can't guarantee the update speed, I can only guarantee I won't abandon the project. Please don't rush me. I'm already exhausted from thinking about plot points and storylines every day; designing suspenseful plots like this is very mentally taxing. Looking at the last replies, I've indeed found some experts; someone has already guessed the plot involving the wife, Wang Hui. I admire them.

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Since being inexplicably drawn into this series of terrifying events, I've had no idea where my wife, Wang Hui, is, or even whether she's alive or dead.

After learning of the three men's deaths, I was constantly worried that she might have met with the same fate. But what Wang Ke said plunged me into an even greater mystery. What does Wang Hui have to do with this? This… how is this possible? Is she still alive? Where is she now?

I haven't seen her since that day. Wang Hui hasn't appeared at the murder scene, nor has she had any contact with me. She's vanished into thin air.

But now she's in the organization's hands, and I've unexpectedly obtained this information.

"I don't understand what you're saying. What does Wang Hui have to do with this? Are you mistaken?"

I spoke from the bottom of my heart, but Wang Ke remained unmoved.

"Stop pretending. How could you not know? Now that you're in my hands, I have plenty of ways to make you tell the truth."

"I'm telling the truth. The box isn't with me, and I don't know who has it. I originally thought it was Zhang Chaoping's doing, but when I went to his house today, I found he'd been murdered. I almost caught the killer, but he slipped and fell to his death, and the trail went cold. Can you tell me what really happened? What was in that box? Why do you say Wang Hui is so closely involved in this?"

Wang Ke looked me in the eye, seemingly trying to determine if I was lying.

"You're putting on quite a show. Didn't you and your wife Wang Hui conspire to stage this whole thing, switching the box? Did you two have a falling out over the loot, and Wang Hui dumped you? Now you're playing innocent?"

"This...this is simply...what nonsense are you spouting!? Wang Hui doesn't know who I am at all. She's just an ordinary woman. What would she conspire with me for?"

"Hmph, an ordinary woman? Would an ordinary woman dare steal trade secrets?"

"What? Trade secrets? What trade secrets? You...wait, the trade secrets you're talking about, you wouldn't happen to be the contents of that box, would you?" A terrifying thought suddenly crossed my mind.

"Look, you know where Wang Hui is now, don't you?"

"Impossible! You're talking complete nonsense! How could she steal trade secrets? That's impossible!

What trade secrets would she steal? Where would she get that ability? She's not that kind of person! I know her! She's just an ordinary person!"

"Hmph, you know her? Do you really know her? You're working for the organization behind her back, so why can't she do things behind your back that you don't know about, like this?" As he spoke, Wang Ke pulled out a small digital monitor, playing a video clip of his wife and her lover making love in bed.

Wang Hui's mature body was naked, wearing sexy black stockings and high heels, being squeezed and pounded by a man's muscular body. Their bodies were intertwined like snakes, and her lewd moans and heavy breathing filled my ears.

"You should be familiar with this clip, right? Before you discovered those videos your wife filmed herself, didn't you think you knew her very well?"

"How did you get these videos? Did you...did you kill them that day?"

"No, it wasn't me. If we had done it, you would have been caught long ago. And we wouldn't have needed to kill those people, nor would we have called the police."

"Then who killed them?"

"It's simple. Four people, three died. Whoever survived is the killer. No, to be precise, there was only one person your wife wanted to kill, and that's this man. You know him, right?" Wang Ke pointed to the man on the screen, his arms around his wife's head, writhing his hips, enjoying the sight of her silk-stockinged legs tightly wrapped around him.

"I know him. His name is Lao Liu." I remembered some details from my wife's diary. This man's relationship with my wife was clearly closer than the other two men; she had met with him alone on several occasions. "What happened to him?"

"This person knows Zhang Chaoping."

"Wait, you mean my wife stole trade secrets and then contacted Zhang Chaoping through this person? Wait, how is that possible? What trade secrets did she steal?"

Wang Ke looked at my expression with a smug, disdainful sneer, as if mocking me for my inevitable defeat and my continued feigned ignorance, making a pointless, desperate struggle. She leaned back, shook her head, and sighed, "You really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. What's the point of acting like this at this point? What secrets? It's just the experimental data from your wife's lab. What could possibly be worth tens of millions of euros?" "

My wife's lab?" I was truly stunned. Wang Hui's workplace was a state-owned pharmaceutical company with its own research institute. My wife worked in the administrative department. I didn't know what Wang Ke meant by "lab," but since it was a research institute, it must have a lab. Could it be some experimental data from there? That pharmaceutical company was state-owned; experimental data was equivalent to state secrets. This wasn't just ordinary theft.

"You mean, the experimental data on medicine?"

"Yes, the two CDs. You should know the value of that data. One is a new hepatitis B vaccine project. Once this technology is successfully developed, it will greatly improve the cure rate of hepatitis B and reduce treatment costs. The other is experimental data on a world-leading cardiovascular drug technology. A European buyer has expressed willingness to pay a high price for it. It's ironic that, despite China lacking the best pharmacologists and laboratories, and with its research management system ranking near the bottom in the world, these two world-leading drug technologies were still developed by the Chinese first."

My breath almost stopped. Although I know nothing about the pharmaceutical industry, this news still briefly confused my thoughts. Such a large-scale operation—was it possible? Could Wang Hui be involved in such a huge event?

"Impossible! Does she have nothing better to do? Is she just bored?! Why would she steal that damn data? Is she tired of living? This is leaking state secrets! If caught, she'll be imprisoned!" "

Of course she knows, but a woman who's truly made up her mind is actually much more stubborn than you men. Especially if a woman's family is burdened with hundreds of thousands in debt, she might do anything to keep her family from falling apart." "

Debt? Where did she get debt? What debt?"

"As far as I know, didn't your family previously have over 800,000 in debt?" Wang Ke's smile was eerie.

"Well… well, wasn't that all paid off? Mr. A helped me pay it off, the price being that I worked for you. Aren't all

those debts settled?! Why are you bringing this up again?! Besides, Mr. A said last time that this was the last time I worked for him, and that everything would be even, isn't that right?!"

I felt the veins in my forehead throbbing. That damn debt was already paid off, why is it being brought up again now? What does this mean?

"Did A say he'd settle everything with you after that?"

"Of course he said that. What, were you lying to me?"

"Of course he was lying. Once you're on a pirate ship, it's not so easy to get off. Anyway, the organization did pay off your debts, but have you told your wife about it?"

"Of course I can't say that, I..." I suddenly stopped. I really hadn't told Wang Hui that I had signed a contract of servitude to pay off my debts, because I didn't want her to worry. At the same time, she didn't seem to care much about the family's finances, so I figured it was better to avoid trouble. But could this make Wang Hui think that our family's debts still existed?

It's very possible. Could it be that while I was secretly doing some things, Wang Hui was also doing something to reduce the family's debts?

"Stop pretending. This was all orchestrated by you and your wife. The organization has long suspected a traitor within its ranks, and there's evidence to prove it. You were the one secretly colluding with Zhang Chaoping, weren't you? You were essentially using each other." "

The original plan was this: Zhang Chaoping's organization contacted their supplier, wanting to steal the technical data for a transaction. So Zhang Chaoping had Lao Liu seduce your wife, Wang Hui, and then use her charm to turn the Party Secretary against the Party, since the Secretary had access to the confidential data. Of course, Lao Liu's condition for Wang Hui was to help her pay off your family's debts. Ultimately, your wife ended up with those men, which was also for her real purpose—that's probably the origin of those reality shows you saw."

"But one day you probably discovered this secret, and after talking it over with your wife, you figured it out. So you wanted to take advantage of the situation to get your hands on that data; after all, anyone would be tempted by such a large sum of money."

"Then, A happened to send you on this mission, and you discovered it was related to this matter, so you devised a scheme to switch places. Haven't you always wanted to leave the organization? You probably felt this was the perfect opportunity, but I can't say exactly how you pulled that trick, or what problems arose between you and your wife afterward. These details can only be determined after the organization's experts have interviewed you.

I don't need to waste any more time talking to you here; I believe I'll know everything I want to know by tomorrow."

Wang Ke's eyes held a dangerous glint, like a venomous snake eyeing a frog. I felt a chill run down my spine. This woman was definitely capable of anything she said; if I fell into her hands, I was doomed. I couldn't just sit and wait to die, but I didn't have a single weapon at my disposal.

"Wang Ke, how do you know Zhang Chaoping is dead? Were you there when he died?"

"I wasn't there. The people who arrested you in Zhao Village today were sent by the organization. It's a pity we were a step too late, otherwise that bitch Feng Wu wouldn't have escaped either. If we had arrived a moment earlier, none of us would have been able to escape."

"Wasn't it the organization that sent people to kill Zhang Chaoping? Don't you know that assassin?"

"Why should I know him? I didn't send anyone to retaliate against Zhang Chaoping. Fighting isn't the organization's style. We're not a violent gang that's always wielding knives and guns, although sometimes we cooperate with those who have guns. But our ultimate goal is profit. There's no benefit in fighting with gangs; it only attracts the attention of the police. Unless absolutely necessary, we won't use violence to solve problems."

"But that's several people dead, several living people! Aren't you going to retaliate?"

"People can be replaced. Three-legged toads are hard to find in this world, but two-legged people are plentiful.

Retaliating for every death? Can you possibly retaliate against everyone? Besides, you went to steal from them first."

"So these people just died like that? No one cared?"

"That's strange. You still have the nerve to think about others? Don't you realize your own situation isn't much better than theirs? Save your words for someone else; those who appreciate others love listening to others."

My gaze fell on the glass curtain wall beside me. I appeared flustered, my eyes darting around nervously and aimlessly.

The restaurant, though small, was exquisitely decorated. The exterior was an aquarium separated by a thick glass curtain wall. Perhaps because the city is near the sea, it housed mostly sea fish.

The glass curtain wall was about five or six centimeters thick, unlikely to be damaged by human hands. Customers could enjoy watching the fish swim in the aquarium while dining; the design was ingenious, the several-centimeter-thick glass able to withstand the pressure of tons of water.

Perhaps my escape route lay here. I'd fight to the death.

"Really? But I don't have the habit of opening my heart to strangers, especially those with ill intentions towards me.

Wang Ke, do you really think I'll obediently listen to you? Since you've secretly observed me before, have you seen how I fight with all my might?" My voice was filled with barely suppressed, intense emotion as I slowly pulled my hand out of my pocket.

"What do you want to do? Song Bin, I advise you not to act recklessly." Wang Ke's gaze turned cold, her expression as hard as granite. "You betrayed the organization, killed your teammates, there's no place for scum like you anywhere! I advise you to be clear, although I don't like using violence, I will use it when necessary..."

Wang Ke's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and then the girl next to her stood up. At the same time, I had already scraped off a layer of tinfoil with my fingers, clenched my fist tightly, and squeezed the contents of my palm together.

"Get up!" The girl, wearing a pair of military-grade black gloves, reached out to grab me.

But with a sudden swing of my arm, I knocked over the wine glass and chopsticks in front of her before her hand could touch me, firmly pressing the object in my hand against the glass wall beside me—it looked like a lump of glue stuck together.

Now it all depends on whether the magic weapon Feng Wu gave me really works.

"What are you doing?" Wang Ke and the others were attracted by my actions, their gazes involuntarily turning to that lump. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I crouched down and shrank under the seat. Wang Ke was the first to react, her expression changing. She shoved the girl next to her and slid off the chair herself. The girl was caught off guard and tilted to the side. Just as she was about to fall, the explosion occurred.

A bright, blinding orange-red fireball rapidly expanded, releasing a portion of its energy that formed a directional, focused shockwave. The male waiter behind the bar, who had just retrieved a large, fully loaded weapon from under the counter, saw a flash of red light before his eyes, and his body was sent flying as if pierced by a strong gust of wind, directly colliding with the wall three or four meters away.

Simultaneously, the remaining energy transformed into a high-temperature, high-pressure shockwave, forming a beautiful pale blue flame that spread outwards along the glass curtain wall like a liquid wave. Wherever it passed, it was like a landslide, shattering the entire massive pane of glass into fragments.

Tons of seawater poured down from the aquarium like a dam bursting. The girl who had been standing unsteady was the first to be swept away into the water. Wang Ke was also drenched by hundreds of kilograms of seawater, thrown a considerable distance, and all the tables and chairs were overturned by the impact, leaving the room in a state of chaos.

The force of the explosion also pierced the other side of the glass wall, spilling large amounts of live seawater onto the plaza outside, along with large pieces of broken glass. Most of the pedestrians nearby, unaware of what was happening, screamed and scattered, creating chaos both inside and outside the building.

Having prepared beforehand, I managed to steady myself, grabbing a water pipe in the corner of the wall. The force of the water propelled me to my feet, and I was the first to stand. Ignoring my soaking wet state, I waded through the water, leaping and bounding across the large gap in the glass curtain wall. Wang Ke screamed angrily behind me, but she was too weak to stand. I was completely reckless; I jumped out and ran, running so far that no one behind me could even get up to chase me.

When I finally burst into a small alley, seeing the chaos behind me with no pursuers, I knew I had escaped again. Actually, in such a public place, Wang Ke wouldn't dare openly bring men with knives and guns to hunt me down. Since I caused the explosion, her plan had essentially failed, because such a commotion would surely have someone call the police.

It was her mistake not to search me beforehand; perhaps she thought she had it in the bag and became careless.

But now I really don't know what to do. Although I've escaped temporarily, Wang Ke will definitely not let up on his pursuit. I'm separated from Feng Wu again, and I might even be wanted by the police. I'm truly trapped with nowhere to run.

Am I supposed to sleep on the streets? That would be suicide. I can't go to a hotel either. I don't have much money, and money is what I need most right now.

Damn it, what should I do?

I hid in the alley, constantly moving in a direction away from this place, but my heart was filled with extreme tension because I didn't know where I was going. This is B City, not an area I'm familiar with; I haven't been to many places here. I don't know if Feng Wu's hideout is still safe.

I think it should be safe because if it were exposed, Wang Ke wouldn't have waited until now to make his move. But I dare not go back because I don't know if Feng Wu has escaped. If she has fallen into Wang Ke's hands, I definitely can't go back there.

Besides that place, I only know of one other place.

Last time I came to City B, the place I stayed was actually arranged by Mr. A. The coffee shop where I later met Ms. B was something we had agreed upon beforehand. The place I stayed one night at shouldn't have been exposed yet; it was an apartment, and I happened to still have the key and hadn't had time to return it to Mr. A.

I'm truly desperate now, my thoughts are a jumbled mess, and my reactions are somewhat sluggish. I keep thinking that place shouldn't have been exposed yet, so despite my thoughts, my feet unconsciously lead me towards the apartment.

The apartment is quite far from here, so I boarded a bus halfway. Given Wang Ke's influence, she couldn't possibly have spies on every bus, could she? Besides, she caused such a commotion earlier; she definitely needs to lay low for a while.

The bus drove for about 20 minutes, and I thought I should be almost there, so I got off. After walking for a while, I soon arrived at the old-style apartment building.

I hid in the shadows for a while, observing, and finding nothing unusual, I quickly slipped out and rushed into the building. I listened intently in the hallway for a while, but still found nothing unusual. I slowly climbed to the second floor. The dim light in the hallway cast my shadow. I turned off the light bulb, plunging

the room into darkness. I quietly unlocked the door; there were no ambushes inside. I turned back and closed the door, smashing the light bulb in my hand, scattering the shards on the floor by the doorway.

I looked around the room blankly for about a minute, then rushed into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face.

My mind seemed to clear slightly afterward, and I began rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, not knowing what I was looking for, but feeling I needed anything that might be useful later.

I couldn't find a single penny of the cash I needed, but I made a different discovery. I unexpectedly found a handgun inside a metal vase. I didn't know who had hidden it; it might have belonged to Mr. A. The pistol was obviously not from a legitimate military factory; it was one of those refurbished knock-offs from the black markets of Guangxi and Yunnan. However, upon inspection, its performance was surprisingly good, not much worse than a genuine one.

The magazine held eight rounds. I switched off the safety and put the gun away. To be honest, this wasn't what I wanted. I needed money; a gun would only bring me trouble.

But besides that, I couldn't find anything else useful.

I quickly took a shower, changed out of my wet clothes, and put on some dry ones.

Sitting on the sofa, I began to sort out my tangled thoughts.

I really hadn't expected my wife, Wang Hui, to be so deeply involved in something that seemed completely unrelated to her. Wang Ke didn't seem to have any reason to lie to me earlier. Thinking about it more carefully, what she said made sense.

I could play two roles, so why couldn't she? I kept it from her, and she kept it from me.

Speaking of her affairs with those three men, I had also had relationships with Feng Wu and Ms. B. And those three men who cheated on me are dead.

But did she really participate in this theft of state secrets? I can't be sure, but the organization wouldn't bother her for no reason, and her workplace is indeed quite sensitive; that data might really be valuable. Perhaps it's because I'm her husband that people keep assuming I know the box's whereabouts.

But I didn't get the box, so where is it now? Did Wang Hui take it? Even if she had that ability, she wouldn't have been able to find a buyer to sell the data.

And where is Wang Hui now? That's a mystery too.

When did she start working for Zhang Chaoping? Had they been planning to steal this data for a long time? Given my relationship with Wang Hui, was someone planning to drag me into this from the beginning?

If such a person exists, what is their role?

When Zhang Chaoping sent people to kill us, they arrived so quickly, clearly indicating they had accurate intelligence. Who leaked this intelligence to him?

Wang Ke said she suspected there was a traitor in the organization, and perhaps there really is one. Maybe this person orchestrated everything. I'm confused now, unsure if that's the case. Maybe it isn't, but the box has mysteriously disappeared.

And who killed those three men? I'm carrying the weight of those three murders. Was killing them merely to silence them, or was it a way to frame me? After all, this involves a leak of information, which might be exposed someday. If they're dead, it's plausible that I killed them in a fit of rage after witnessing their affair. But Wang Hui

should also be on the list to be silenced. Why isn't she on it? Wouldn't it have been better to kill her too?

I think back to that day. If I had been more level-headed then, perhaps this tragedy could have been avoided.

If I hadn't answered Mr. A's call and gone to see him, but instead gone upstairs to talk to Wang Hui, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Perhaps I could have found out who killed those men.

And Zhang Chaoping's death—it was too suspicious. Who exactly wanted to kill him? Wang Ke said it wasn't someone from the organization, so who needed him dead? And the timing of his death also seemed a bit off. Who sent that mysterious assassin who's already dead? Since Zhang Chaoping wanted plastic surgery, he must have been keeping it a secret; it's unlikely an ordinary person could get in there. These questions haven't been answered yet,
and the whole thing remains shrouded in mystery. But at least I'm no longer completely clueless like before. At least I know what's in that damned box. In short, the whole thing revolves around these research data worth hundreds of millions. So whoever is after these boxes should have the ability to contact other buyers. Someone as insignificant as me certainly doesn't have that ability, and neither does Wang Hui. Zhang Chaoping probably does, but he's dead. If Wang Hui were still alive, she should know something. Because there's no reason for her to still be alive; perhaps she just happened to escape when the assassins attacked Secretary and Old Liu. But the box is gone now; I wonder who it's in. I thought again of that possible, mysterious traitor. Waves of drowsiness washed over me, and I struggled to stay awake. Who could it be…? I think I remembered someone, but then I lost all memory of them.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard a faint sound of shattering glass. My nerves snapped, and I sat bolt upright on the sofa as if electrocuted. I listened intently—another sound! My heart raced, and I almost held my breath. Someone had sneaked into the house!

I tried to sit up, but my limbs felt numb. The footsteps drew closer, and I could already see a shadow. A wave of fear gripped my heart.

It was my wife, Wang Hui!

When I looked closer, I saw that Wang Hui's clothes were tattered, and she looked like a ghost just crawled out of a grave. Her body was covered in filthy dirt and blood, and her face was covered in blood. She moved stiffly toward me like a zombie.

I was so terrified that I didn't know how to move.

"Husband...why didn't you...come to save me..." Wang Hui groaned intermittently.

"When I needed you...why didn't you come to save me..." Wang Hui's voice didn't sound like a human groan; it was as if her throat was filled with a jumble of tangled threads, sounding both unpleasant and lifeless.

"I...I..." I couldn't move, watching in horror as she approached me. Her blood-stained hand rose, trying to grab me.

"Why...why did you leave that day..."

The terrifying hand touched my shoulder, and I screamed, waking up from my dream. I jumped up from the sofa, instinctively slapping my shoulder, but I actually touched a human hand.

I'd never been so agile before; with a grappling move, I grabbed the hand on my shoulder, pulled the person towards me, and then violently flung them to the side. The person screamed, unable to withstand my force, staggering back several steps and falling into the bedroom onto the bed. Before she could even get up, I rushed in like a tiger descending a mountain, drawing the pistol tucked into my back and pointing it at her.

"Don't move!" I shouted, but when I saw who it was, my eyes widened.

"What are you doing here?! You're not dead?"

The woman on the bed was so frightened by me that she didn't dare to move. "Song Bin, don't be nervous, it's me, look carefully, it's me. I'm B, don't shoot!" The

person who came was indeed Ms. B, who had been missing for a long time. It really was her, a living, breathing person standing in front of me.

I had thought that she was also there that night, maybe I just didn't notice, or maybe she died in some inconspicuous corner. But now she was standing right in front of me, and she looked completely unharmed.

"How is it you?! How are you not dead?" I pointed the gun at her, and Ms. B was too frightened to speak. I suddenly felt someone behind me, and turned the gun around to point it behind me, but there was no one else. I turned around again as if

I were acting crazy, and she didn't even dare to move. "Song Bin, calm down, what happened?"

"Stop talking nonsense, how did you get here? Why aren't you dead? Why weren't you there that day? Are you framing me? Are you a traitor?" I felt my mind was in a mess, and I was practically incoherent.

"What? I'm not dead? Who's dead? Song Bin, calm down..." Ms. B clearly didn't understand what I was yelling about.

"Who's dead? They're all dead. Mr. A, and the others, they're all dead. Why aren't you dead?

Did you tip off Zhang Chaoping?" I became increasingly agitated.

"I don't understand what you're saying?! You said A is dead?" Ms. B's face changed instantly.

"They're dead, all dead, killed by Zhang Chaoping's men, killed right before my eyes.

Why aren't you dead?! Did you collude with Zhang Chaoping to betray them? Are you framing me?!" I couldn't contain my agitation and shouted loudly.

Ms. B froze, her face turning deathly pale, her legs giving way as she sat back down on the bed.

"Zhang Chaoping found us? Have we been exposed?" Her words were utterly incomprehensible, as if she knew nothing at all.

Looking at her, I noticed tears welling up in her eyes, and a hint of doubt flashed through my mind.

"Who sent you?" I asked in a low voice.

Ms. B didn't react, as if she hadn't heard me. I asked again before she snapped out of her daze and stammered, "I...I...nobody. A told me to hide and not show myself."

"You're lying! A's dead. Why would he send you? Who sent you?" I grabbed her, pulled her up, and began searching her.

"It was definitely A who sent me. He suddenly told me not to show myself after our operation, that something had gone wrong, and that I needed to hide here temporarily."

I searched her thoroughly, but found nothing.

"I'll give you one more chance. Who sent you?" I pressed the muzzle of my gun against her head, staring menacingly into her eyes.

She was terrified, tears streaming down her face, pleading and explaining, "I really don't know what happened. I've been hiding here ever since that day, and he hasn't contacted me at all. I only met you today, and I really don't know what happened."

"Why did he make you hide here? Who else knows about this place?!"

"Nobody else. He said the operation went wrong, and he wanted you to take the blame alone. That's what he told me. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it was all his idea."

"He's dead. Now you can say whatever you want. Besides, why would he help you like that?"

"It's true. We've been secretly having an affair. He told me that the supplies had gone wrong, and the organization suspected someone inside had tampered with them. He didn't want me to be implicated, and since you're always thinking about how to escape the organization, he decided to push you out to take the blame so he could protect me."

"What a clever plan! But he was killed by assassins sent by Zhang Chaoping when he came to find me that day."

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my idea, I had no choice..." Ms. B covered her face and cried, kneeling down on the ground before me.

"You didn't know they were killed?"

"I only found out today, from what you told me."

"You haven't encountered anyone from the organization?" "

I only know people in my own team, I don't know anyone else. A won't let me contact him either, he said he'd contact me when the time is right. Please, don't kill me! I don't want to die!"

"I'll ask you one more time, who sent you?"

"I don't know, nobody!"

"Who was it!" I released the safety on my pistol, and she knelt on the ground, trembling all over, almost paralyzed.

"Please, don't kill me, I don't want to die, I don't know what you're talking about..."

I'm not an expert in interrogation, but I don't think Ms. B is lying. Perhaps if Feng Wu, the former professional agent, were here, she could tell if what she said was true or false, but she's not here now. And

what she said makes sense. At the time, Mr. A did seem eager to push all the blame onto me. Ms. B was his mistress, and I was prepared to break free from his control; therefore, he would definitely push all the blame onto me. He just didn't expect that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; Zhang Chaoping's assassins arrived shortly after and sent him to meet his maker.

If all of this is true, then Ms. B has been hiding here all along, cut off from the outside world, unaware of what has happened.

Looking at this woman, a violent feeling suddenly rose within me.

I knew Mr. A wasn't a good person, but I never expected him to actually have such ill intentions towards me. The box disappeared, and when the higher-ups investigated, they only used me as a scapegoat. Damn it, I've been following you for almost two years, practically begging for your help, and you pull this on me?

I guess he'd been planning this all along; I was about to escape his control, and this was a form of silencing me.

I grabbed her and shoved her onto the bed. She fell backward, legs spread, her short skirt revealing her two pale thighs and flesh-colored stockings with wide lace trim. A fire ignited in my lower abdomen.

She didn't know what I was going to do and was about to scream when I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.

"Ah, no..." she cried out, thinking I was going to harm her. I reached under her skirt and ripped off her panties. She initially struggled instinctively, squeezing her legs together, but then, perhaps sensing my desire, she stopped struggling and spread her legs, letting me grope her inside.

My movements were rough, showing no mercy, because I needed to release my pent-up desires.

Her buttocks writhed, whether from pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell. But after I roughly probed her dry vagina with two fingers, it gradually became moist. With

my other hand, I tore open her clothes, and her familiar, full breasts sprang free.

I ripped off her bra, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, pinching her nipples hard. At the same time, I eagerly knelt down and began to frantically bite and nibble. Her body trembled from the stimulation, her lower body tightened, and then became wet.

My penis swelled in my pants. I unzipped my pants, didn't even take off my clothes, pulled them down a little, and thrust in without any foreplay.

The woman let out a soft "oh," biting her lip, seemingly in pain. I spread her two stockinged legs as wide as possible, hoisting one onto my shoulder, and frantically tore and licked at her stockings with my mouth. I quickly created numerous large and small tears on them. Below, I thrust my hips with all my might, relentlessly pounding into the deepest part of her vagina.

My scrotum slapped against her stretched-open, thick labia, which were already covered in some strange white foam. Her buttocks writhed, welcoming my thrusts, her body being filled again and again, the inner walls of her vagina rhythmically clenching, sending waves of pleasure through me.

One hand held her stockinged leg, while the other kneaded and squeezed her breasts forcefully. Her nipples swelled like two purple grapes, hard and erect. Her mature body writhed ecstatically. I leaned down, my hands scooping up her back, maintaining my pinning position, and spread her legs as wide as possible, beginning rapid thrusts.

Her body trembled with my rhythm, her silk-stockinged legs wrapped around my waist, her buttocks rippled with each thrust.

I thrust forward forcefully, even the bed beneath me creaking. The woman breathed heavily, suppressing her moans, her hands gripping my back. I felt the building pleasure, thrusting even harder. Her legs gripped me tightly, her lower body muscles clenching more and more frequently. I could feel the increasing wetness below, making my movements easier.

I increased my speed, folding her legs completely apart and pressing them beneath me, folding her upper and lower body in half, maximizing the exposure of her genitals, allowing for deeper penetration. With each thrust, I reached her cervix. I wasn't wearing a condom, and if I ejaculated, it would probably go inside her uterus.

"Ah...ah...slut...I'm going to cum..."

With the last few dozen thrusts, I used all my strength, as if I wanted to smash and pulverize the woman beneath me, to dry her vagina until she could never have sex with a man again. The last thrust went all the way in, my glans hitting her cervix and spraying out, a large amount of hot, thick semen pouring onto her.

The woman didn't reach orgasm. As I ejaculated, she seemed to go crazy, twisting her hips frantically, her legs clamping around my waist, grinding desperately inside me.

With the help of my semi-erect penis after I ejaculated, she grinded for a while and then reached orgasm as well. Then I just lay there on top of her, panting, and she didn't move either. We both panted. After a while, I sat up and said to her, "If what you said is true, what are you planning to do now?"

"I don't know. A is dead, and I have no idea what to do. I don't understand what happened at all."

I briefly told her what had happened, but I didn't mention some things that she didn't need to know.

"Now the organization suspects me of stealing the box. You know, you've been following me the whole time, so I had no chance to do anything. But now A and the others are dead, and I can't explain myself. They also said I colluded with my wife, but now I don't even know where my wife is."

"Was A really killed by Zhang Chaoping and his men? When she died... was she in pain?" Ms. B's voice was filled with sorrow, after all, she and A had once had a romantic relationship. I

remembered that A was shot in the back first, so he probably died instantly, and even if he was in pain, it wouldn't have lasted long, but there was no need to tell her these details. I just said that he died quickly, and Ms. B nodded to indicate that she understood.

"You know my name is Song Bin, did A tell you?"

The woman nodded, and I asked her what her name was. She hesitated for a moment, but finally told me.

“My real name is Lian Yue.”

She said it was her real name, but who knows if it really is. I didn't care, though, and told her, “We can't stay here any longer. The pursuers sent by the organization have arrived in B City. It's only a matter of time before this place is discovered. What are your plans for the future?”

“I… can't I explain it to them?”

“Let me tell you, they now believe there's a traitor within the organization. Since you're still alive, you're my accomplice, understand? You can't explain it to them.”

“Then what should I do?” Lian Yue was at a loss again, sitting there dumbfounded.

“Do you have a family? Are you married? Do you have any relatives or friends? How did you meet A?”

“Um… I… I used to be married, but then I… got divorced. Later, I became addicted to gambling, playing mahjong every day, accumulating a lot of debt. Later, A helped me pay off my debts, and then…”

It turns out she was similar to me; this woman had probably hooked up with A, and then realized she was on a sinking ship and couldn't get off. Plus, with her relationship with A, she willingly stayed on his ship. Now that the ship has sunk, she has nowhere to go.

"Oh, I see. I'm telling you, I suspect there really is a traitor within the organization, and this is the person who caused all this trouble for me. I need to find this person to clear our names. Otherwise, we'll be hunted down by the organization for the rest of our lives. I also have a murder charge against me, framed. Unless we find the person who framed me, the police will keep me wanted forever. Zhang Chaoping was killed, and I need to find out who killed him. And the real box—who has the research data?"

"Oh..." The woman seemed not to understand.

"We're in the same boat now. I need your help, understand? If we want to survive, we must work together. Otherwise, we'll be in big trouble when the organization finds us."

"Then... what can I do?" Lian Yue seemed a little lost.

"The first thing you need to do is tell me everything you know about the organization, word for word."...

Night. It was a clear day. Looking out the window, the night view of B City was beautiful, a dazzling spectacle, showcasing the vitality of this emerging city.

I stood at the window, looking outside. Lian Yue stood behind me, silent.

Meeting her here was completely unexpected, but I didn't know if I could trust her. Honestly, I didn't know who I could trust besides myself; my mind was a bit overwhelmed. Thinking about this kind of scheming and intrigue every day was exhausting, and I really wanted to trust her, to share some of the burden.

Carrying all this alone was too tiring.

Lian Yue was different from Feng Wu. Feng Wu gave me the feeling of being incredibly powerful; even if this matter reached a dead end, I felt she had the ability to escape unscathed. I felt she had already arranged a way out.

But I was different; I had no way out. Lian Yue gave me the same feeling.

I had already expected that she wouldn't reveal much about the organization. Even if Mr. A had a special relationship with her, he probably wouldn't divulge too much information. In this world, the more you know, the more dangerous it becomes—that's an ironclad rule.

She only had a general understanding of two or three members in this group, but that didn't help me much. Because those people were already dead. It's understandable that she knew nothing about anything outside of our group.

But I'm thinking about something else. If the attempt to stop this theft of classified data was planned long ago, did Mr. A know beforehand that Zhang Chaoping had successfully obtained those secrets through my wife, Wang Hui? If he knew, why did he keep it from me? What was his purpose in doing this?

Unfortunately, these questions remain unanswered, and Mr. A is already dead from the assassin's gun.

Now I don't know what to do next.

“Now that the biggest suspect, Zhang Chaoping, is dead, I really don’t understand. Who wanted him dead? I don’t think it’s his organization that did it, because he might have betrayed us; they should have captured him alive.

Besides, his organization should have had plenty of time to capture him alive.

His death was clearly a cover-up, but who wanted to silence him? I have no idea. I think the force that sent him to kill him is the truly suspicious one.” Lian Yue listened intently from the side. After I finished talking to myself, he thought for a while before saying, “Zhang Chaoping had plastic surgery? I really didn’t expect that. He was quite handsome before. Was it all from surgery?”

“It wasn’t from plastic surgery; he did it afterward…” I explained a little impatiently, but suddenly something flashed through my mind, as if I realized something. I’d had this feeling before, but I hadn’t grasped it. Now it felt like something was wrong, but I just couldn’t remember what it was.

I’d felt something was wrong before, but I hadn’t had time to think about it carefully.

"Done it afterward? Was he planning to get plastic surgery and flee? When exactly did he start?" Lian Yue's casual remark, tinged with a frown, was like a revelation to me. Thinking back on everything that had happened, I suddenly understood. I clapped my hands and jumped high into the air, startling Lian Yue.

"That's right! I get it! That's why I felt something was off!? He didn't even have time to have the surgery!"

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so startled? What do you mean he didn't have time?" Lian Yue took two steps back, bewildered by my excited expression.

"What have you figured out?"

"Zhang Chaoping! I know, it's fake! He didn't have plastic surgery at all! He hasn't even started, and he couldn't possibly have had time to start! I get it! He might not be dead yet!"

"He's not dead? Didn't you say you saw it with your own eyes..."

"Then it's very likely a double! I should have thought of that sooner. No wonder something felt off about this. Zhang Chaoping definitely found a double to have plastic surgery to look like him, to be his scapegoat. Maybe he already knew someone was going to kill him, so he prepared in advance."

"What makes you say that?"

"Think about it, if Zhang Chaoping wanted to have plastic surgery to escape, facial surgery would be major surgery, something that can't be done in a day or two. He's currently under surveillance by his organization for allegedly losing the suitcase. If he suddenly went to have plastic surgery now, wouldn't that be like protesting too much? Even if his organization is stupid, they should know he's suspicious. A smart person like him wouldn't choose this time to expose himself."

"What if he's been having plastic surgery slowly all along?"

"Then someone should have discovered his organization, because if someone were to completely change their appearance, someone would definitely notice. If he orchestrated this whole thing, he wouldn't have exposed himself so early." The

more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that this was exactly what was going on.

“Oh, and he didn’t have enough time to complete the surgery afterwards, because a major surgery that completely transforms a person can’t be done in a day or two. It requires skin grafts and changes to the shape of the facial bones, which would take at least a month. He simply didn’t have that time. Did his organization think that after noticing his problem, they would just wait for him for two or three months until the surgery was completed before coming after him?”

“Perhaps he had a way to hide for several months so that his organization couldn’t find him…”

“If he had that ability, why would he have had plastic surgery? He could have just run away, right? He should have realized that if he had the surgery, he wouldn’t have had a chance to wait until it was completed. So why did he do it? Now that he’s dead on the operating table, I can only assume that this was a smokescreen he threw out.”

“Isn’t he dead?”

“Maybe he sent someone to kill that double. If he’s dead, no one will suspect him anymore.”

I stopped here, because I noticed that Lian Yue’s eyes suddenly became filled with murderous intent.

"This person is key, we have to find him! If he's really not dead!"

"Of course, of course we have to find him. Otherwise, we'll never be able to clear our names..." Before I could finish, Lian Yue interrupted me, "I don't care about whether it's clear or not, I only know he sent someone to kill A, and I want revenge! I want him to die the same way A died!"

A woman's resentment can be quite terrifying sometimes. Just a moment ago she had a gentle appearance, but now she was as murderous as an enraged female beast.

"...Okay, that's right, we have to take revenge!" I hadn't expected Lian Yue and Mr. A to be so close, and I echoed her. But then the problem arose: if Zhang Chaoping wasn't dead, where was he? Perhaps Feng Wu could come up with a way to investigate this if she were here, but right now it was just Lian Yue and me, two amateurs with only a few tricks up our sleeves.

To find someone, generally speaking, if you don't know him personally, you have to start with the people he knows.

But we not only don't know Zhang Chaoping, we don't even know who his friends are. Moreover, people who aren't close to him probably wouldn't know his whereabouts now.

Unless they're involved in this matter with him.

But unfortunately, not long ago, I just learned about the existence of such a person. Although he's dead, it's still better than me being completely clueless. I only thought of this path because I had no other choice. I didn't want to mention this shameful thing again, let alone in front of this woman.

"Old Liu? You mean the one who worked with your wife and later died at your house..." Lian Yue was obviously also organizing his words. He was careful not to provoke me.

"Yes, it's him. He knew Zhang Chaoping, and Zhang Chaoping got his help through him..." I didn't finish.

My wife cheated on me with him; no man could bear that. Although he's dead, I still feel that my shame hasn't been completely washed away, because mentioning him still makes me feel suffocated.

"But didn't you say he's dead?"

"He's dead, but I don't know how deep his relationship with Zhang Chaoping was. He definitely knew what he was going to steal, and considering that he dared to collude with Zhang Chaoping, their relationship must be far from simple. Maybe we can find some clues from him."

"But..."

"This is our only clue. I know the chances are slim, but you'd better pray we find something. Besides that, I can't think of any other way. If you have a better idea, please tell me."

Lian Yue, of course, didn't have a better idea either.

Actually, I didn't want to stay in B City anymore. Even if I committed a crime in A City, the police are now on a nationwide network for pursuing fugitives, so staying anywhere else wouldn't be safe either. It's the same wherever I stay. At least I'm much more familiar with A City than here, and I should be more adept at handling everything. Besides, Lao Liu's home is in A City; I can't stay away. I'm thinking about whether to wait for

Feng Wu. But I don't dare go back to where she's staying now because I can't be sure if it's safe. I also don't know if she'll reappear.

And I didn't have much time to wait for her to appear; I had to act quickly.

So, the next morning, Lian Yue and I boarded a long-distance bus back to City A. Although I had no money, Lian Yue did, and she paid for the bus fare. It seemed that meeting her this time had some real benefits.

Of course, finding Lao Liu was purely a matter of luck; he was already dead , and even if there were any clues, they had probably been lost. This was a last resort. I didn't even know what clues were or

if they even existed. I wasn't sure what I could find; I was uncertain about nothing. The only certainty was that if I could n't find anything, I would be doomed. I had to find something… ********** ... "Go to Nanhua Residential Area." I remembered Wang Hui mentioning in her diary that Lao Liu's home was in Nanhua Residential Area, but I hadn't finished reading her diary or those sex videos at the time; I simply couldn't bear to. Later, after I went on the run, I left those things at home, and I don't know if they're still there. Twenty minutes later, we arrived at our destination. I didn't know the exact location, so I didn't show myself. I had Lian Yue pretend to be Lao Liu's wife's classmate to inquire. Having worked in the underground industry before, he found out the information without much trouble. After the case, Lao Liu's wife stopped living at home. She was a businesswoman, owning a storefront on Zhujiang Road where she ran a Langsha specialty store. Now she was there every day, only occasionally returning home. No one was home—it was like heaven was on my side. I immediately decided to break in. These past few days, I seemed to have become much bolder than before. Lian Yue agreed, so we took turns providing cover as we went upstairs. Lian Yue kept watch for me, and as I took out my master key to pry open the door, I realized something was wrong. The lock seemed to have loosened; someone else had already pried open the door. Strange? My instincts told me something was wrong. I opened the door and went inside , only to be stunned. The room had clearly been ransacked. While not completely messy, the search was professional and thorough. Some drawers were stacked on the coffee table, all the cabinet doors were open, and the contents were scattered everywhere. Even the bed had been moved. "Holy crap! What the hell?!" I didn't know what to say. Lian Yue, who came in after me, was also shocked. "What happened?" "Could someone have been here first?" I had a bad feeling. "Could it be a thief?" "Impossible. Would a thief steal like that?" I pointed to the bed and sofa; the pillows had been slashed open with a sharp blade, their soft fibers scattered all over the floor. "They're obviously looking for something specific. Thieves only steal money, why would they scratch a pillow? Have they been watching too many movies?" "Could it be... the police? Maybe Lao Liu's theft of confidential information has been exposed? The police are searching their house?" "No way, if that were the case, there would definitely be a seal on the door and police tape around the entrance." "Then who could it be? Ah? Could it be..." Lian Yue exclaimed, covering his mouth, his face changing. We were clearly thinking the same thing. "Maybe it's someone with the same purpose as us, maybe we're not the only ones who guessed Zhang Chaoping might not be dead. Maybe Lao Liu has something interesting here. Maybe we came to the right place." "You mean Lao Liu really has some kind of clue." "We can't be sure yet, but if there wasn't, it wouldn't attract this kind of search. I think the probability is at least 80%. But now someone else has beaten us to it, searching so thoroughly, even if there is something, someone else has probably already gotten there. Never mind, let's look around first." Lian Yue and I split up to search, although I didn't know exactly what I was looking for, but at least I felt we were heading in the right direction. I focused my search on things like CDs, audio tapes, video tapes, and scraps of paper. I wondered how Lao Liu would hide any clues about Zhang Chaoping if he had them. But after searching for almost an hour without any results, and knowing I couldn't linger here, I had to conclude that the clues were no longer there. "What do we do?" Lian Yue asked, his face filled with disappointment and anxiety. "There's no other way; we'll have to ask someone." I clapped my hands, looking around reluctantly. "Who do you ask?" Lian Yue asked, puzzled. "Who else? His wife, of course. After all, they live together; she's the only potential lead." I mentally planned my next move. "His wife? Is that even possible? If you go to her, won't she call the police?" "If it really comes to that, we'll have to resort to force. If that doesn't work, we'll kidnap her and force her to talk. That's our only chance." "What if his wife doesn't know anything?" "Then we're completely finished. So you'd better not say anything more unlucky. You'd better pray we get something from her." I snapped at her, and Lian Yue shut up. Carefully retreating from the building, Lian Yue and I headed towards Zhujiang Road. I hadn't figured out what to do when we got there. We couldn't act recklessly in broad daylight; attracting the police would be troublesome. I needed to find an opportunity to strike when he was alone. I'm a wanted criminal now; I can't easily show my face. Old Liu's wife's shop was easy to find; it was a very obvious two-story building on the side of the road. Lian Yue and I stood diagonally across the street, observing the surrounding terrain. “I can’t show myself, so only you can go. Go in first and see what’s going on, see if she’s alone. With something like this happening to her family, she might not be in the mood for business; maybe some relatives or friends are with her. See if you can find a way to get closer to her; women are always easier to talk to, and she’ll be less wary of other women.” As I was speaking, I suddenly noticed a black Passat slowly pull up in front of the shop. A man got out, looked around warily, and then slowly walked into the shop. Watching the man’s retreating figure, I froze.

Lian Yue also noticed the man, seemingly sensing something as well. She frowned and said, "That person... looks familiar..." Then, seeing my pale face, she jumped in fright.

"What's wrong? You know him?"

"You forgot? We've both seen him. Isn't he one of those two bodyguards at Zhang Chaoping's door last time?"

Lian Yue suddenly remembered, but my next words made her shudder. "They're the ones who killed Mr. A. They're professional assassins!"

Lian Yue's face turned deathly pale.

"What did you say? They are..."

"That's right, it's those two. I'll never forget the scene. They killed everyone. Only I escaped by jumping from the fourth floor. I didn't expect them to be here." I panicked a little. I hadn't expected this guy to appear here. We almost ran into each other; thankfully, I was cautious.

"What do we do?" Lian Yue's eyes were filled with deep hatred and fear. She stared intently in that direction, as if trying to etch the man's image into her mind, but she didn't act impulsively.

"What's this guy doing here? Is he also looking for Old Liu's wife?" That was my first thought.

"Right, maybe he was the one who went to Old Liu's house first."

"Could Zhang Chaoping have sent him? Is he here to destroy clues or silence us?" I'm really not sure if this guy works for Zhang Chaoping. Maybe he used them to assassinate us earlier. Or maybe these two are still loyal to their organization and are here to track down Zhang Chaoping, just like us. Of course, it's also possible they were sent by Zhang Chaoping.

If it's the latter, then they are the best way to track down Zhang Chaoping's clues, but I think that's unlikely.

Regardless of the possibility, I don't want to run into them. But the only clue we have right now is Old Liu's wife. Since this man has also found his way here, it means there's definitely something wrong, and that we're on the right track.

But now this guy has beaten us to it. What should we do? This man is too dangerous, and he's seen Lian Yue and me. This is no joke.

Honestly, we should get out of here as soon as possible. But I felt a sense of resentment, a feeling that I couldn't just leave like this. That man was ruthless, a cold-blooded killer. Whatever his purpose in coming here, the chances of Old Liu's wife surviving were slim. Was I just going to keep running away like this? Was I going to let these people keep chasing me, making me hide and run? Should I consider fighting back? Maybe I should call the police.

But if I alerted the police, it would definitely have a negative impact on my future actions.

And I held onto a sliver of hope; this was broad daylight, in broad daylight. Even if that man was incredibly bold, he probably wouldn't dare to fire a gun in the street.

"Let's go see, come with me..." I don't know where I got the courage, but I actually grabbed Lian Yue's arm and crossed the street with her. On the way, I was surprised to find myself surprisingly calm. I was afraid, but the level of tension was much less than I had expected.

Perhaps the experiences of the past few days had toughened my nerves considerably.

I approached the car; it was empty, but the alarm was on. I quickly noted the license plate number. The man had been inside for several minutes; if he had committed any violence, there should have been sounds. He would likely have closed the shop door or simply led the person out to his car. Besides, most shops these days have security cameras; he couldn't have done that in such a short time.

There were probably other people in the shop too.

It might take him a while. Should I get him out? Maybe I should smash his car with a brick? But what if he came out? I couldn't confront him directly, just to make him wary.

I racked my brains but couldn't come up with a good plan, but I couldn't just rush in. Just as sweat was beading on my forehead, two unexpected people appeared in my line of sight.

"Damn! Them!?" I was stunned for a moment, then pulled Lian Yue down to crouch behind the car.

It was two young women, both familiar faces: Zhang Ning and Chen Yan. Chen Yan was dressed in plainclothes, but she was carrying a briefcase with an air of authority, truly resembling an undercover officer on duty. The two girls entered the store together.

"You know them?" Lian Yue was quite nervous, startled by my questioning.

"One of them is a policewoman. I've dealt with her before… I did. She arrested me, but I escaped. How did they end up here? Did the police find something too?"

I was puzzled. Hadn't Chen Yan learned her lesson last time? She was still getting involved in this case. And if there were any important clues, why wasn't it Zhang Ning's brother? Zhang An was indeed a capable and skilled policeman; I almost fell into his hands last time, thankfully Feng Wu saved me. Now it was just these two girls—it didn't make sense at all. And

Zhang Ning wasn't even a policewoman, yet she came along; it was utterly absurd. Of course, Chinese police have always had a privileged mentality, and it's not uncommon for them to bring along a few private individuals when handling cases, especially young ladies like Chen Yan who come from wealthy families and don't care about rules. But normally it's one thing, but now there's a real, ruthless killer in that shop. What if something unexpected happens...? I realized I was actually worried about those two girls. It was absurd. I can barely take care of myself, yet I have the leisure to worry about others.

And strictly speaking, these two girls aren't on my side right now. I can't say for sure about Zhang Ning, but Chen Yan might really want to strangle me. After all, I once disciplined her and even robbed her of money before running away.

But for some reason, I just can't stand by and watch them walk into the lion's den. Chen Yan is one thing, but I've always had a good impression of Zhang Ning, since she trusted me back then. After

thinking for a long time, I finally took out my phone.

"What are you trying to do?" Lian Yue was puzzled, but when he saw me quickly sending text messages, he immediately panicked. "Are you crazy? Aren't you just exposing yourself? If the police know you're nearby, we'll be in danger!"

"I want to take a gamble. Zhang Ning shouldn't make a sound." I sent a text message to Zhang Ning's phone, reminding her that the man inside was the murderer and urging them to leave immediately and find backup.

Lian Yue couldn't dissuade me, so he didn't run away himself, but gritted his teeth and followed me, hiding in a corner to continue observing.

But strangely, after about three or four minutes, no one came out. Then the worst happened. The man poked his head out of the shop, looked around, and then casually closed the shop door and pulled down the security shutter.

My heart sank to the bottom. Nine times out of ten, those two idiots had messed things up.

"Damn it, the people inside are probably doomed." I had seen the killer kill with my own eyes. He killed people like chickens. He was a true cold-blooded butcher. I wouldn't be surprised if he were dismembered inside.

"Forget about them, let's get out of here!" Lian Yue shouted at me anxiously. Right now, it's best to avoid trouble and not get involved with either side. But I'm wondering if I should call the police. I can't show my face right now, so calling the police is the best option. However, once the police get involved, the clues might be inadvertently destroyed by the police or fall directly into their hands. I might never have the chance to get close to Lao Liu's wife or any other people who know the truth again, and I might never have the chance to find out the truth.

I don't even expect the police to clear my name of the murder charges, because even without murder, I still have assault on a police officer, kidnapping, burglary, manslaughter, arrest, illegal possession of a firearm, and all those dirty deeds I did for Mr. A before—I don't know how many years I could get in prison.

These charges aren't unjust.

If I turn around and run, things will only get worse. Not just the police, but both the police and the underworld will hunt me down. Rather than living like that in the future, I might as well fight now! Last time he shot and killed Mr. A and my teammates, I chose to run for my life. Now, seeing the same tragedy repeat itself, I can't let my conscience get the better of me if I

don't fight. A long-lost feeling of adrenaline surged into my head. I really don't know if I took the wrong medicine today; I feel particularly impulsive, and the tension and fear in my heart are suppressed by this impulse.

Maybe I've been holding back for too long; everyone has to reach a breaking point. Maybe something in my brain just didn't click today, and I exploded at this moment.

“Listen, now that I’m here, I won’t leave until I achieve my goal. If I leave now, I’ll suffer a fate worse than death. I’ve had enough; I’ve gone mad today. Don’t go mad with me; get out of here now.

Today, it’s either that kid who dies or me. As long as I’m alive, we’ll have a chance to meet again.”

I told Lian Yue to leave, but unexpectedly, he didn’t move. He squatted down for a while with his head down, and when he looked up again, there was a resolute ruthlessness in his eyes.

“You said he killed A?”

“Yes, and another one too. They both did it together.” Actually, I didn’t know who fired the shot that hit A, but I wasn’t wrong about them.

“If I run, where can I run to all alone? I finally met you as a companion. Since you’re willing to fight to the death, I’ll fight to the death with you. I must avenge A myself. If we’re going to die, we’ll die together.”

I looked into her eyes; there was a resolute determination in them. This woman was serious.

"Okay, let's go together." Without another word, I quickly ran with her towards the shop entrance. The main door was locked from the inside, and we couldn't see anyone inside through the window. They were probably already upstairs.

I anxiously ran along the wall, trying to find a back door.

After circling around, I found one, but it was locked. The door was covered in thick dust and cobwebs, and the lock was rusty, clearly having been closed for a long time. I couldn't open it with my strength.

The windows were several meters high, but luckily, there was a residential area under construction behind the building. A building next to it had been demolished, exposing a drainpipe leaning against the wall. There was a platform about a foot wide under the second-floor window, which would provide footholds if I climbed up.

I didn't care about anything else and started climbing up the pipe, using both hands and feet.

After climbing up, I reached a window and looked inside. And sure enough, I could see what was inside. At this moment, Lian Yue was surprisingly agile, managing to climb up with difficulty, albeit stumbling. I gestured for her to keep her voice down and peered inside.

What I saw made me break out in a cold sweat; any later and it would have been a bloodbath.

Inside, Zhang Ning and Chen Yan were both bound and sitting on the floor, their mouths gagged. They were both deathly pale, their outer garments stripped off and thrown aside, leaving only their underwear, exposing their bare, white skin. Their private parts were almost completely exposed, and they were shivering uncontrollably despite the hot weather. I didn't know if it was from fear or unbearable shame.

A man's corpse lay sprawled on the floor, lifeless like a puddle of mud. There was a pool of blood on the floor, flowing from the man's body; I could almost smell the blood through the window. A bloodstained dagger lay on a chair.

The man was pinning a woman who was struggling intermittently, pressing her against the table. He was thrusting his hips and buttocks like a beast in heat. His pants were pulled down to his knees, and the woman's two thighs, clad in black stockings, were forcibly spread apart, clamping his pubic bone and unable to close. The stockings were violently torn in several places, and the woman's clothes were almost completely stripped off, revealing her full, mature body.

The woman's struggles were largely ineffective, only fueling the man's lust. He thrust relentlessly between her legs, making the table sway precariously. From my angle, I could only see the woman's legs trembling and kicking intermittently, trying to break free from the man's control, but to no avail; they were held firmly. Instead, they trembled rhythmically with the man's thrusts, giving the impression of provocation rather than resistance.

I could vaguely hear the man's panting and laughter, while the woman emitted painful, almost weeping moans.

But the moans were suppressed, as if she dared not let them out loud.

A stranger she'd just met today came to her shop to kill her, and now he's even raping her. She's probably terrified. The hard, unfamiliar penis rubs and thrusts inside her, causing her only pain.

The man, however, seems to be enjoying himself immensely, bending down to suckle her two slightly sagging, swollen breasts, his lower body still thrusting powerfully. I can almost see a large, dark scrotum, connected to a penis covered in white foam, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The woman is enduring pain, while the man is venting his lust. His hands repeatedly pinch and twist her thighs, tearing her stockings ripped one by one. Finally, he grabs her outer thighs, forcefully pressing her genitals against his crotch, allowing his penis to thrust to its fullest extent, achieving the tightest, most intense union with the woman beneath him.

With each violent thrust, the white flesh of her thighs trembles, creating a scene filled with lewd brutality and stimulating sensuality.

Lian Yue, behind me, couldn't see what was happening inside. Anxious, she whispered, "What's it like inside?"

I gestured for her to be quiet and slowly moved to the other side, making room. Lian Yue peeked through the window, then looked at me, pointed inside without speaking, then pointed at me again, making a shooting gesture.

The man was facing away from us, focused on enjoying the body beneath him—a perfect opportunity to ambush him.

I gently pushed the window, but it wouldn't budge. The window closed from the inside.

I drew my pistol, but hesitated. Although I had received pistol shooting training during my military service, I couldn't guarantee the accuracy of this gun, as I had never fired one before, and the glass might affect its precision. Moreover, the bullet's power might injure the woman beneath the man; she was most likely Old Liu's wife, whom I was looking for. Modern bullets are lead-core, deforming and tumbling after entering the human body, and if they penetrate, their trajectory is unpredictable.

Holding the pistol, I shook my head and began to slowly move along the wall. There was more than one window on the second floor. I went to the next one and pushed it, but it was still closed.

From this angle, I could see the woman the man was pinning down more clearly. Her face was constantly shaking, her wavy hair obscuring it, but her breasts were quite large. She was almost completely naked, her white flesh being grabbed and pinched wildly by the man's hands. Her hips were weakly twisting, and her legs were occasionally hooking up, seemingly in resistance.

The man's hips were moving with great force, clearly stronger than hers, controlling her body firmly. He was violating her while occasionally tilting his head back as if in the throes of orgasm, a savage, maniacal laugh on his face.

The people inside were clearly unaware that someone was spying on them.

I noticed this room seemed to be a suite, and I believed there was another window on the other side. Just as I was about to move, the man suddenly straightened up. I thought I'd been discovered, so I quickly crouched down, barely daring to breathe. If I were discovered, I'd be in deep trouble, stuck in the middle of my body.

But after a while, no one came. Mustering my courage, I looked inside again and saw that the man had grabbed the woman, flipped her over, and forced her face down on the table. Her breasts were flattened, and her legs were still forcibly spread apart as she was being violated from behind. The man's legs were wrapped around the woman's legs, and he was slapping her thighs and buttocks violently while thrusting into her. The woman's body couldn't break free; she could only endure the impact from behind, her body swaying rhythmically.

I suddenly thought of Wang Hui; her fate was unknown. Had she also been murdered? Had she also suffered such humiliation? Judging from this man's behavior, he seemed to be enjoying it. Perhaps he had a penchant for raping and killing women.

After calming myself, I slowly crawled to the other side. Luck smiled upon me again. There was a small bathroom upstairs, with a window, presumably for ventilation. The window was only about thirty centimeters wide, far narrower than a normal window. This window wasn't closed tightly, leaving a crack.

I was secretly delighted; this width was enough for me.

Using both hands and feet, after some effort, I finally managed to sneak inside. I first crouched by the door to listen to the sounds outside. The woman's moans and groans became clearer, along with the rhythmic shaking of the table.

I didn't know whether to be jealous or grateful for the man's stamina, but it gave me an opportunity.

I quietly opened the bathroom door a crack, because the angle meant the other room couldn't see me. I slipped out and slipped into the adjacent room. I opened the window and let Lian Yue, who was waiting anxiously outside, in.

"What do we do?" Lian Yue whispered. We were now hiding in the hallway outside that room.

"That man is a professional assassin. We have to seize this opportunity. We only have one chance, understand? Rushing in recklessly might backfire." I knew how dangerous professional assassins were. Even though he was currently with a woman, he might still be on guard. I'd seen veterans in the army who, when asleep, would reflexively slap anyone who approached them.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Wait until he climaxes, then make your move." My heart was pounding. This was the first time I'd ever attacked someone, and my opponent was a professional assassin. There was a high chance of bloodshed, even death.

The panting and moaning inside hadn't stopped; the sounds of the man and woman's intercourse echoed throughout the room.

After about ten minutes, the man's breathing suddenly became high-pitched. Just as his voice grew louder and louder, it suddenly turned into a long, excited sigh, and then stopped abruptly. I gritted my teeth, steeled my resolve, pulled back the bolt, and rushed in, raising my gun and shouting, "Don't move!"

The man, who was tightly gripping the woman's buttocks and trembling, was suddenly jerked away from her body by my sudden intrusion. His trembling penis even spurted out a stream of white, sticky fluid, which splashed directly onto the woman's dark abdomen.

I aimed at his head and pulled the trigger sharply. A look of shock appeared on the man's face.

I clearly heard the firing pin hit the primer, but the gun didn't fire. It was a dud. I frantically pulled the bolt to eject the bullet, while the man lunged to the side without hesitation.

But the woman's thigh seemed to have spasmed, clamping onto the man's waist. The man, due to the excessive force, tumbled off the table with the woman onto the floor. Just as I finally managed to eject the dud and reload, the man broke free of the woman's grasp, rolling quickly from the ground, naked from the waist down. He grabbed Chen Yan and held him in front of him, a pistol now pressed against Chen Yan's head.

"Don't move!" we shouted in unison.

The air froze. I had underestimated the professional assassin's abilities. I hadn't expected the first bullet to be a dud, and I hadn't expected this guy to react so quickly, now with a hostage. I had the advantage, but now the situation had turned out this way.

Chen Yan was pale with fear, trembling all over. Staggering like a puppet, I was used as a shield by the man.

"Put down your gun, or we'll all die!" The man's voice was threatening, yet remarkably calm. I was uneasy. I knew putting down the gun meant certain death, but I didn't know if this man would take the risk. This man was a truly cold-blooded killer.

"Put down your gun first! Otherwise, I absolutely won't die. This woman has nothing to do with me, what does her life or death have to do with me?" My palms were sweaty, my nerves on edge.

Zhang Ning, initially startled, then her eyes lit up with ecstasy when she saw it was me. But upon hearing my words, she froze, then began shaking her head wildly at me.

I was inevitably affected. Just as my gaze drifted to Zhang Ning, the man opposite me suddenly flicked his wrist with lightning speed. I noticed a flash of light, instinctively dodged, and my gun was struck. The blow nearly shattered my wrist; the pistol flew out of my hand. I screamed, clutching my hand and staggering back several steps.

The situation had reversed.

I turned to run, but the man shoved Chen Yan aside, who was blocking his way, and fired another shot, hitting the wall in front of me and leaving a bullet hole. Dust and brick fragments splattered onto my face.

His marksmanship was too fast; I was no match for him.

"Wait, this is between the two of us. Don't drag others into this. You can kill me, but it has nothing to do with them."

"You know them? Aren't they police officers? It's strange that a wanted criminal like you is friends with the police." As the man spoke, he turned his gun on Zhang Ning. Zhang Ning and Chen Yan huddled together tightly, and I instinctively stepped in front of them to shield them.

"Aren't you looking for that box? Only I know where it is. Kill me, and you'll never find it. If you dare hurt them, just kill me too."

To be honest, I was rambling on, hoping to fool him. The two girls behind me were trembling violently, their naked bodies pressed tightly against my back. At that moment, they seemed to rely entirely on me, and I was their only hope.

"The box is with you? Hahaha, don't make me laugh. You know nothing, yet you're trying to fool me. Perfect timing, you're here. I'm very interested in your wife's whereabouts. Could you please tell me where she is?"

"What, my wife?" This was the second person to show interest in Wang Hui's whereabouts. What exactly did Wang Hui do?

This person showed no interest in the box's location; did that mean he knew where it really was? In other words, was the person behind the box the one in possession of it? Zhang Chaoping? That meant if we could capture him and get him to talk, we could understand most of the story.

But right now, let alone capture him, I was in dire straits myself.

“You want to know where my wife is? Of course I know, but you still…” Before I could finish, the man frowned, sneered, and said, “You don’t need to say anything. Your lies are too easy to see through.”

He pointed the gun at my head. Zhang Ning and Chen Yan behind me clung tightly to me, making desperate sobs. My mind went blank; I just pressed myself against them.

I had to fight. Seeing the cold killing intent in the man’s eyes, I despaired. Just as I jumped up, the gun fired.

The bullet pierced the man’s waist, the force knocking him over. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. His hand trembled, and a bullet grazed my face before hitting the wall behind me. My legs gave way, and I collapsed back to the ground.

It was Lian Yue. She stood blankly in the doorway, holding the pistol that had been knocked away, smoke rising from the muzzle.

The man was still writhing on the ground, barely raising his hand to aim the gun at me again. Lian Yue seemed to react, raising the gun and running towards me. I shouted, "Don't shoot! Leave him alive!" But it was too late. Lian Yue pulled the trigger again, another bullet piercing the man's back. His body jerked as if electrocuted, then went still. Blood flowed down the ground, quickly forming a pool.

"Didn't I tell you not to shoot! He's incapacitated!" I shouted at Lian Yue as I got up. Such a golden opportunity—gone!

Lian Yue seemed still reeling from the shock of killing; my shout made her tremble.

"I...I want revenge! He killed A, so I'll kill him! He shot A a few times, so I'll shoot him a few times! I'll kill him! Kill him!" Lian Yue screamed hysterically at me like a madman, then suddenly threw down his gun, squatted on the ground, and began to sob.

I had nothing to say, so I picked up the gun and slowly untied Zhang Ning and Chen Yan.

"Didn't I send you a text message? What happened!"

I couldn't help but complain to Zhang Ning as I untied her, but she was still somewhat incoherent. My sudden appearance and the gunfight just now had truly shocked her like never before.

"Why are you here?" Chen Yan, being a policeman, was calmer than Zhang Ning. She grabbed her clothes to cover herself, feeling overwhelmed with questions, and finally only asked this one question. At this moment, the wariness in her eyes was gone, as if she were a completely different person. Clearly, my act of selflessly shielding them had given her a completely new perspective on me.

"I...I'm here on some business. Is she Old Liu's wife?" I pointed to the almost completely naked mature woman lying on the ground. She was just panting, her legs too weak to even close, her pubic hair and labia covered in white semen, a complete mess.

"What exactly are you..." Chen Yan's words were cut short by another sudden change. Another familiar man appeared at the doorway, holding a gun. He paused for a moment upon seeing the scene, then raised his gun and aimed.

"Danger!" I shouted, immediately tackling Chen Yan, who was closest to me, to the ground and shielding her with my body. The other women screamed and dropped to the ground. It was another assassin. I didn't know why I hadn't seen him before, or when he had arrived, but his timing was impeccable.

"Bastards, you dared to kill Tiger!"

the man snarled, gritting his teeth as he walked towards me. I didn't even have a chance to raise my gun. In the nick of time, a bullet whizzed in through the window, shattering the glass and striking the man's head precisely. A large chunk of his skull was ripped off, and brain matter and blood splattered all over me. His body collapsed to the side like a heavy sack.

In the blink of an eye, both assassins were dead.

I stared in shock out the window, where a ghost-like figure appeared, nimbly opened the window, and climbed in from the outside. I saw the person, and Lian Yue saw him too. She stared at the person who had entered, stammering, "You...you're not...what are you doing here? Why did you kill him? Who are you?" 02-23
Chapter 12

On the street, people and cars still bustled about, a lively and busy scene. But inside, the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Lian Yue and Zhang Ning leaned against the wall, vomiting for a long time, almost emptying their stomachs, and were still dry heaving. The scene was incredibly gruesome. Three corpses lay on the ground, one with its head mangled, the floor covered in red and white brain matter and flesh. Bloodstains and hair clung to the walls, emanating a nauseating stench.

For ordinary people without prior experience, this was utterly unbearable. The two men still dared not turn their heads to look at the corpses, not even daring to open their mouths, for fear of vomiting.

Chen Yan and Lao Liu's wife fared slightly better; Chen Yan, being a policeman, had a stronger mental fortitude than Zhang Ning.

However, they too were deathly pale, their clothes haphazardly thrown on, their legs weak, sitting slumped in chairs, their eyes avoiding the corpses on the ground. The bodies were grotesque; a vibrant person, once dead, seemed to have become a useless lump of dead flesh, utterly repulsive.

I had witnessed this scene more than once, managing to maintain a semblance of composure. But my hands trembled slightly; this time, I had brushed with death, almost perishing. I couldn't help but glance at my savior who had broken in through the window. She was the only one standing there calmly, her expression cold and stern, a Browning pistol in hand, maintaining a vigilant stance.

"What are you doing here?" I was utterly surprised and confused. Feng Wu had no reason to be here; how did she know this place?

"Hmph, I just saved your life, and you won't even say thank you?" A hint of displeasure flashed across Feng Wu's face as she glanced at everyone present. Lian Yue seemed terrified when she saw her; naturally, everyone would be afraid of a woman who killed without blinking an eye. However, she seemed somewhat confused about the situation, but upon seeing that I appeared to be with Feng Wu, her expression changed several times.

"You, who exactly are you? Aren't you Zhang Chaoping's person? You…why did you kill them?"

I hadn't told Lian Yue anything about Feng Wu because I didn't fully trust her yet, so I felt it unnecessary to tell her everything.

Lian Yue had only seen Feng Wu at Zhang Chaoping's place before, so she naturally assumed she was one of Zhang Chaoping's people. But then she killed those two men, and she was completely confused about this "fratricidal" drama, so she was totally bewildered.

"It's you, you've finally shown up." Feng Wu looked at her, her eyes revealing a hint of murderous intent, seemingly in a provocative manner.

Lian Yue was so frightened he almost collapsed. Then she said to me, "You didn't tell her about me?"

"No. But you, where did you go after we parted last time? And how did you find your way here? Do you know some information you haven't told me?" Last time, I secretly sneaked back to the vicinity of that Korean restaurant to wait for her, but I didn't find any trace of Feng Wu. Because I was in a hurry to get back, I didn't wait any longer.

"How did I get here? Don't you know? I followed you, of course." Feng Wu smiled smugly. "Your vigilance is too poor; I followed you the whole way without you even noticing."

"What?! You followed me? You were on the long-distance bus too? You're kidding, right? I was..."

I really thought she was bluffing. I remember carefully looking at everyone on the bus after I got on, and I didn't notice anything unusual. How could Feng Wu be on the long-distance bus?

"Just makeup, nothing new."

"How did you follow me here? Why were you so sneaky?"

"Following you was easy. Didn't you secretly go to spy on my place? Didn't you think that if you knew that place could be exposed, wouldn't I have thought of that too? Why would I show myself openly? Of course, I was also observing from the shadows, just one floor above where you are. Because that building has the best vantage point, I secretly checked every room suitable for observation, and that's how I found you. We're actually separated by just a ceiling."

"You...you think I'm a fool?!" I glared at her, but inwardly I admired her. Compared to this professional undercover agent, I was still an amateur. This is what they mean by the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

"Why would I play you? You're a complete idiot anyway." Feng Wu's mocking smile was utterly repulsive.

"Why haven't you shown yourself?"

"Don't you understand? You don't fully trust me, and I don't fully trust you. I just wanted to see what you and this woman were up to. Besides, I don't trust her either, so why should I show myself?"

Feng Wu pointed at Lian Yue, who was slumped on the ground, looking bewildered and blankly at us.

But you finally showed yourself, to save me. I thanked her silently.

"We'll talk about this later." I glanced at Zhang Ning and Chen Yan standing to the side. They'd never seen anything like this before. Despite being a woman, Feng Wu's fierce and murderous aura was enough to frighten even men, let alone someone with a gun.

"What are you two doing here?"

"Who...who are you people?" Zhang Ning stammered.

“This is something I can’t explain to you in a short time, but you have to believe me that I have no ill intentions towards you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have saved you just now. I’ve been framed, and these two are my friends, and they’re also somewhat involved in this matter. In short, the three of us are now looking for the truth behind this, we’re looking for who framed me.

These two are assassins sent by the person who framed me, and we’re all looking for the same… key…”

I didn’t know how to say it, because I still didn’t know what I needed.

Zhang Ning looked at Feng Wu, lowered her head, but the fear in her eyes lessened, clearly believing what I said; she had never been hostile towards me. Chen Yan, however, tried to avoid looking at the corpse beside him, and simply said softly, "You really don't trust us police?"

"I'm sorry, I can't take the risk."

"You said before there was no evidence, but aren't these two people evidence? I saw it with my own eyes, I can testify. Through these two, we will definitely be able to find out the truth of the case. I believe what you're saying is true, please believe me too. I know you're a good person, I misunderstood you before."

"I believe you, but... you can't represent all police officers."

"The police have already started a reinvestigation, and my brother also said you don't seem like a heartless criminal. He also suspects there's some deeper secret involved. We're here to investigate to find the truth, to clear your name. Please believe us, I swear! If I'm lying to you, I'm a bastard."

"What are you investigating here for?"

"Captain Zhang now suspects the case isn't as simple as we initially thought. Old Liu's death might not be a simple crime of passion. And since your wife has been missing without a trace, she's also a suspect. So we've started a new investigation. Because of her relationship with Old Liu, we're here to see if we can find any clues."

The police have started a new investigation? Of course, it's only natural. That Zhang An doesn't seem stupid. After Feng Wu's appearance, he should have realized this matter is far from simple. It's just unknown whether they can trace it back to the organization.

But they're also looking for Wang Hui now. Where is Wang Hui? Everyone is looking for her now, what happened to her… I think Wang Hui isn't in any danger, but she's probably hiding somewhere. She must know something, but where has she gone? Her hometown is Wuhan. Could she have gone back there? That's unlikely. Finding out someone's place of origin isn't difficult; anyone with the will can find it. Besides, none of the forces searching for her are easy to deal with.

My attention fell on Old Liu's wife.

The woman had already sat up, her long, wavy hair disheveled, her face deathly pale. She looked to be in her forties, middle-aged but remarkably well-maintained, still possessing a certain mature allure. The buttons on her clothes, which she had picked up from the ground, were all torn off, leaving only the fabric tightly covering her mature, voluptuous body. But summer clothing is inherently thin, and the semi-transparent gauze could barely conceal the alluring glow of her flesh. Her legs were bent and tightly pressed together, her black stockings showing several tears and traces of the white fluid that had just been sprayed on them.

"You're Liu Shiyang's wife,

aren't you?" The woman was completely bewildered. So many people had died in her shop today, these women had wielded knives and guns; she even thought she was dreaming. But unfortunately, this dream would never end. She didn't know whether I had come to save her or to harm her, and she was trembling and at a loss.

"Speak! Don't waste my time!" Feng Wu glared at her, and the woman instinctively hid behind me.

"Alright, alright, what are you yelling about?!" I gave Lian Yue a look, signaling him to keep an eye on Zhang Ning and Chen Yan, then led the woman to another room. The woman looked flustered, unsure of what I intended to do to her.

"Now you can answer my question, are you Liu Shiyang's wife?"

The woman nodded; in her eyes, I, a man, made her feel safer than Feng Wu, who was also a woman.

Her eyes instinctively avoided Feng Wu, and her body involuntarily leaned towards me.

"When I came in just now, who was that dead man on the floor?"

"He was... my friend." The woman's words sounded hurried and guilty; it was obviously a lie. I had looked at the man closely; he was young, probably just over twenty, a very handsome young man, and quite tall. Moreover, the corpse was shirtless, his upper body bare, his belt unbuckled, and his zipper undone.

Furthermore, I noticed the woman had traces of lipstick on her lips, and her face seemed to be covered in makeup. She was dressed so provocatively, not at all like a grieving widow who had just lost her husband.

Newly widowed, she was already bringing men into her home. Calling them friends, but with such a large age gap, how could she have friends? Did she have no other friends besides him? And being alone with a man in a room... I suspect that outfit was a last-minute suggestion from the assassin. It seems this woman had a lover behind Liu Shiyang's back.

Liu Shiyang was having an affair with Wang Hui, and now his wife had also cheated on him. After his death, she immediately brought another man home. I don't know what to say.

"Friends, I think it's a lover," I thought, a strange feeling creeping into my mind. This woman was Old Liu's wife, and I couldn't resist teasing her. Perhaps it was my vengeful feeling towards Old Liu at play; that bastard had slept with my wife, and although he's dead, he didn't die by my hand. And his death has dragged me into a huge mess.

The woman remained silent, as if she'd given up entirely.

"You don't need to deny it. That girl outside is a cop. The police can find out about this kind of thing with a simple investigation.

Liu Shiyang doesn't know about you two? How much do you know about your husband?"

Helpless, the woman had no choice but to admit that the deceased young man was indeed her lover. She had known for a long time that Liu Shiyang was seeing other women, but there was nothing she could do. At his age, with children, and considering himself someone of status, getting a divorce would be too humiliating. So they decided to go their separate ways.

The young man was someone she had met at a bar; he was a college student at an arts school, whom she had kept as her mistress.

"Do you know anything about your husband's social circle? Have you ever heard of someone named Zhang Chaoping?"

"We usually live separately, and we've been sleeping in separate beds for a long time. I don't know much about him. I have no recollection of this person you're talking about." This time, the woman seemed to be telling the truth because she dared to look me directly in the eye.

Does your husband usually bring home anything special?

The question was too vague, and I didn't know exactly how to ask it. After much rambling, I finally received a disappointing answer. This woman showed absolutely no concern for her husband; she was practically devoid of affection.

She wouldn't give me any satisfactory answers about Liu Shiyang's matter.

This woman knew nothing; had I come all this way for nothing?!

But then I suddenly thought of the two dead assassins. Since this woman knew nothing, what were they after? Was it simply to silence her? Wait, we're looking for Zhang Chaoping, but they seem to be looking for Wang Hui. They ended up here together; could there be some clue about Wang Hui's whereabouts here?

Wang Hui is increasingly becoming the focus of attention from all sides.

"What's that guy doing here? He's not here specifically to rape you, is he? Let me tell you, Liu Shiyang's death is very likely related to these two."

"They… that man came in and pulled out a gun after only a few words. He wanted to find some videotapes, saying they were videos he filmed with that woman. I don't even know what he was talking about. I never care about Liu Shiyang's things, and he wouldn't keep them in my shop. He interrogated me about where those videotapes were. I said I didn't know, and then he…" "

Videotapes!?" I looked at Feng Wu in surprise, only to see her equally bewildered.

Those videotapes were just some self-recorded sex videos of Wang Hui having affairs. What value could those videotapes have?

I remember watching a few clips before, but I couldn't finish them. Although I didn't watch them all, I didn't find anything particularly special. Just scenes of Wang Hui and those three men engaging in lewd acts. Were they looking for these videotapes?

What's so special about those videotapes? Could they be hiding some unknown secret? Otherwise, these two wouldn't have come all the way here. Was it just to satisfy their perverted desires?

"The videotape you mentioned, was it filmed by Liu Shiyang and his lover, Wang Hui?"

"Wang Hui, yes, that's her. That shameless, filthy vixen." The woman suddenly cursed, and I immediately became angry. Just as I was about to speak, Feng Wu stopped me. She asked,

"Did that man say why he wanted these videos? What did they say?"

"They didn't say anything else. They just asked me about this. I have no idea what they were talking about. Liu Shiyang never keeps his things here; he usually keeps them in his own room at home."

Liu Shiyang's house had already been searched; they must have come here because they didn't find anything.

“We’ve already been to your house. Do you know of any other places he keeps his personal belongings?”

My words sent a shiver down the woman’s spine. She whispered, “I really don’t know. We haven’t spoken much in over a year. He’s rarely come home to sleep this past year; we’re practically strangers.”

She genuinely seemed to know nothing.

I gestured for Fengwu to leave, telling her to close the door behind her. Then I turned back to look at the woman, who was also staring at me in horror.

“I’ve seen those videotapes, there’s nothing special about them. What are those two people looking for? Did they say they were looking for Wang Hui? Is there any clue in those videos?

What do they want from Wang Hui? If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll make you regret it!”

“I really don’t know. That vixen seduced Liu Shiyang and ruined my family. I don’t care if that bitch lives or dies.”

I grabbed her hair and sneered, “You’re not much better than your husband, are you? You’re keeping a gigolo too. While your husband is cheating on you, aren’t you still licking other men’s dicks in bed behind his back? Do you know who I am?”

The woman shook her head fearfully.

“I’m the husband of that slut Wang Hui you mentioned. Did the police tell you I’m the suspect in Liu Shiyang’s murder? Let me tell you, I fucking wish I had killed him myself. Too bad he died at someone else’s hands. But he was having an affair with my wife, don’t think he can get away with it just because he’s dead. Today I’m going to taste his wife too!”

Anyway, this woman is a slut, she has a lover of her own, and she was just thoroughly raped. It doesn’t matter if I have my way with her again. She’s Liu Shiyang’s wife. Thinking about the video of Liu Shiyang riding on Wang Hui’s ass and lewdly taking advantage of her, a fire is burning inside me.

The woman’s face changed, her eyes filled with terror. I pulled her up and forcefully pushed her onto the table. The woman opened her mouth to scream, but I covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, "Don't scream, it'll only get you killed! I know everyone outside, no one will come to help you. If you keep screaming, I'll cut your face off with a knife."

The woman was too scared to move. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-erect penis.

"Suck it. If you dare bite me, I'll make you suffer a terrible death."

The woman obediently knelt down and gently opened her mouth to take my penis in. She tried her best not to touch it with her teeth, only teasing it with her tongue, while skillfully sucking back and forth on the glans with her lips, occasionally using deep throat techniques to swallow the entire shaft into her mouth, while her hands caressed my testicles.

"Slut... ah... not bad. Did you practice sucking men's dicks all day?"

I did feel pleasure; this woman was quite experienced. My penis became hard in her mouth, but I was still afraid she would bite me, so I pulled it out of her mouth, flipped her onto the table, and spread her legs. Her black stockings were torn to shreds, the skin on her inner thighs was red from chafing and sticky with mucus. Her

thick labia were wrinkled and dark red, clearly used countless times. The secretions clinging to them gave them a strange look.

"You slut, tell me! Whose wife are you?!"

"I...I don't know..." The woman covered her face with her hands, afraid of saying the wrong thing. I forcefully pulled her hands away, pinned her to the table, and pressed my erect penis against her vulva. After a few gentle rubs, her warm, wet vagina seemed to swallow my penis whole. My hips involuntarily thrust forward, and my entire erect penis slid in with a strange "plop" sound.

I didn't expect it to go in so easily. This woman wasn't that tight inside, but it still reflexively tightened its sphincter muscles, gripping the hard intruder.

“Oh…that fucking good…you’re such a fucking slut, so eager to be raped.

Have you been wanting me to rape you all along?! Tell me! Whose wife are you?”

I thrust harder, roughly pushing inwards. The woman’s body trembled, a shudder escaping her nose.

“I am…your wife…”

I thrust again, feeling myself inside her. The woman trembled again. I grabbed her breasts, biting and nibbling at them, then grabbed her arms and lifted her hands above her head. I rammed into her body like I was slamming a door, making her moan uncontrollably, her legs wrapped around my buttocks shaking incessantly. The black stockings and white flesh created a stark contrast, giving me intense sensual pleasure.

"No...you're Liu Shiyang's wife, but don't even think about letting me fuck your cunt! You want me to fuck your cunt forever!"

"Oh...I am...I am Liu Shiyang's wife, I love your cock the most, I...oh...I just want him to be a cuckold. I just want every man except him to fuck me...oh..."

The woman's voice trembled as she moaned. I thrust even harder, panting as I asked, "Whose cock is bigger, mine or Liu Shiyang's? Who gives you more pleasure?"

My scrotum slapped against her labia with dull thuds. The woman seemed to be experiencing pleasure from me; her body began to twist and writhe in response to my thrusts. Her buttocks arched upwards intermittently, as if wanting me to penetrate deeper. Her legs, wrapped around my waist, rubbed against my buttocks, trying to press her body closer to mine. Her tightly closed eyes were now half-closed, a hint of lust in them.

"Oh...oh...I love your big cock...your cock gives me the best pleasure...Liu Shiyang's cock can't compare to yours..."

I desperately tried to think of every filthy thing to say to humiliate the woman before me, because otherwise, I couldn't release the pent-up frustration in my chest. The woman seemed to understand that this would please me, and she cooperated with my words, actively acting incredibly debased, using even more lewd and obscene language to provoke me.

"Fuck your mother... you slut... I'll fuck your cunt raw..."

I started thrusting rapidly; I didn't have time to flirt with her slowly. After dozens of powerful thrusts, I pushed all the way in, ejaculating with the head of my penis against her cervix. The woman's body shuddered, and her insides began to spasm, then fluid came out. This woman was a born slut; she could even orgasm while being raped.

I pulled my limp penis out of her body, and a stream of white semen came out with it.

The woman lay motionless on the table.

Was this revenge? I didn't know. I still felt a tightness in my chest. I had lost interest in this middle-aged woman. I picked up my clothes from the ground and threw them on her, then left the house.

The women outside basically knew what I was doing inside. Lian Yue and Feng Wu both had indifferent expressions, but Zhang Ning and Chen Yan both looked embarrassed. I thought they would glare at me, but surprisingly, apart from embarrassment, they didn't show any anger.

Zhang Ning was fine, but even Chen Yan, this girl who always considered herself a righteous police officer, was the same.

"What exactly do they want with those videotapes?" Feng Wu frowned. "I guess it might be related to your wife's whereabouts. Now your wife has become a key figure, and everyone is looking for her. Also, the female lead in those videotapes is your wife, so there might really be some clues in them. Didn't you watch them?"

"I didn't even finish watching them. How could anyone watch that kind of thing in that situation? Do you think I'm a pervert? No normal man could watch that kind of thing. I'm lucky I didn't smash my computer on the spot."

"These two aren't looking for these things here without a reason."

I agreed with that. These two wouldn't be looking for those videotapes for no reason. I remember seeing 14 video files last time, but I only watched about four or five. I assumed the rest were the same content and didn't watch them anymore. Now that I think about it, maybe there's something special in the remaining ones.

Perhaps some scenes aren't local. I don't think they were always together in the city; maybe they went to other places sometimes. Maybe those scenes in other places were also filmed, and maybe some professionals could easily identify the location. Maybe Wang Hui is somewhere in one of those locations right now.

This is just my speculation, but I think it's very possible.

Wang Hui's hometown is in this city, and she's been here since school, so she has no experience going out of town. It's relatively easy to find the addresses of her classmates or relatives in other places, and hiding there isn't safe. So if she really is hiding now, hiding in a place known only to a few people is the safest option. Of those three men, she was closest to Liu Shiyang, and Liu Shiyang was the one who directly dragged her into this mess, so it must be a place where the two of them met.

That place may have appeared in these videos, but I didn't see it at the time. Even if I had seen it, I wouldn't have realized it. Thinking about it this way, there must have been some outdoor scenes.

"Those videos are on Wang Hui's computer..." I said, turning to look at Chen Yan and Zhang Ning. My house is probably a murder scene now; the entire building might be uninhabited. The things in my house might already be taken to the police station as evidence.

"That's impossible. Our police team has reviewed those videos repeatedly, and we can't clearly see where the events took place. They're mostly indoors. Because we're also looking for Wang Hui, you're not the only ones who thought of this," Chen Yan suddenly said.

"What? How is that possible?" I was stunned. Chen Yan wouldn't lie to me; otherwise, she wouldn't have come here to investigate. If even the police haven't found anything, then what's going on?

"It's true. If there were any clues, we would have noticed them long ago."

This is strange. How is this possible? What are these two people looking for? Feng Wu and the others exchanged glances. I asked, "Have you checked all the recordings? There are four of them in total. Maybe the others have some that aren't on Wang Hui's computer. Maybe..."

"We've checked everyone's, and they're basically all duplicates. No new findings. Some of their computers have them too."

"That's strange. Could it be..." Could someone have tampered with them? Feng Wu said from the side, "Some of them must have been deleted beforehand. If I were running away, I would definitely erase these clues before I ran.

When you got home and found these videos, and then you were ambushed and knocked unconscious, there was plenty of time to delete one or two files."

I remembered that night when Wang Hui, Liu Shiyang, and the secretary went upstairs. Maybe that's when Wang Hui found an opportunity to delete some crucial information. Perhaps Liu Shiyang told her something, asking her to go somewhere and wait for him. But Liu Shiyang unexpectedly died.

"Besides that, is there nothing else?" Feng Wu's face was somewhat grim. I guessed she was struggling internally, wondering whether to kill everyone present to silence them.

"Wait a minute!? I remember making a backup when I watched it; I copied all the videos to my external hard drive." A sudden thought flashed through my mind. I remembered storing them on my external hard drive, but I forgot where I put it—maybe in a drawer or somewhere. I wondered if it was still there.

Feng Wu, Lian Yue, and the others' eyes lit up.

"Did you find an external hard drive when you searched my house?" I asked Chen Yan. Chen Yan thought for a moment and said, "I think we did, but at the time, because of the video recordings on the computer, everyone thought that was enough to prove your motive for murder, and we didn't pay attention to anything else. This is the first time I've heard that you have backups on your external hard drive."

I understood somewhat; the police think differently from ordinary people. When a case breaks out, the public is concerned about how quickly the police can solve it, while the police are primarily focused on mitigating the social impact, especially in such a heinous case involving multiple deaths. Regardless of right or wrong, the priority is to apprehend the individuals to apprehend those responsible and provide an explanation to the authorities and the public. Whether they've arrested the right people is irrelevant; once this period of heightened public attention has passed, things will be easier. That's how I was treated. The first thing they did was immediately identify me as a prime suspect and focus solely on gathering evidence against me, so their attention was fixed on the videos on the computer, oblivious to everything else.

"So, the external hard drive might still be at my house? Or maybe it's still with you?"

"Song Bin, let me be frank with you. No matter where it is, this matter is to be handled by the police. I'm a policeman, even if you saved my life. I can't let you continue like this; this is a dead end, you understand?"

"If you turn back now, I can tell them that these two people were killed in self-defense, and I can even say the gun belonged to them. I can also do my best to clear your name regarding your past. Please trust us police officers. We're not as shady as you imagine. If you can't trust others, can't you trust me?" "So, you don't want to help me?" I stared into Chen Yan's eyes. She met my gaze and then looked away. "You should know now that there's more to this than meets the eye. I was framed. Even so, you still insist on your principles as a police officer?"

"We police officers will find out the truth. If you keep wandering around like this, you might encounter danger again."

"So cooperating with you police officers is safe?" I suddenly asked. Feng Wu tugged at me from behind, seemingly reminding me not to waver, but Chen Yan's face lit up with joy, nodding repeatedly: "Of course it's safe, I guarantee it. I'll take you to find Captain Zhang right now; he's already suspected there's more to this than meets the eye."

Going to Zhang An? Going to him would be asking for trouble. I'd really messed him up last time; going to him would be a sure way to get revenge.

"When did you start collecting these video materials?" I asked.

"I started immediately after the victim's identity was confirmed at the time of the incident." Chen Yan didn't understand what I meant by asking these questions. He wanted to continue persuading me, but I waved his hand. "So you're saying these videos weren't given a chance to leak out, right? All the video material is now in your police's hands?"

"Yes, you ask what that means?"

"That's not right. I clearly saw someone else with these videos not long ago, but he wasn't one of your police officers. How do you explain that?" I suddenly remembered Wang Ke, the one the organization sent to arrest me. She showed me a video recording. How did she get that video?

"That's impossible? Are you serious?" Chen Yan's eyes widened.

"Of course it's true." I selectively and concisely explained the situation, and her expression was like listening to a story. I sneered: "I can tell you, this mysterious organization is very large. What I'm dealing with is probably just the tip of the iceberg. Don't think I'm making up a story. Since your police have a monopoly on these videos, their leak only means their tentacles have infiltrated your ranks. Cooperating with you would only make things worse."

"Is that so?" Chen Yan's face turned pale. "Could it be that they obtained this information beforehand..."

"Unlikely. If they had obtained complete information beforehand, they would have gone directly to Wang Hui. Why would they go through the trouble of asking me about her whereabouts? Besides, they couldn't have foreseen that they would need to find someone through these videotapes one day. This shouldn't have been part of their original plan. So they had no reason to collect this video data beforehand. If they wanted to collect it afterward, they would have had to obtain it from your police."

"There are definitely organized people lurking within the police force." Feng Wu's words were resolute.

"This... how is this possible?" Chen Yan was shocked by this conclusion. This isn't a movie. Could this kind of undercover plot really exist in reality? And it's been happening right next to us ordinary people all along, but no one has noticed? Is this even possible?

Chen Yan's reaction was within my expectations. Ordinary people would definitely find it hard to accept such a fantastical thing at first, and even if they did, it would take time.

"This is nothing serious, I've seen it all before." Feng Wu seemed quite calm, which was understandable; as a former North Korean intelligence agent, she had lived her entire life surrounded by lies, betrayal, and darkness, so she was naturally used to such things. "The world always has another side, and people are the same. Those who haven't seen the dark side don't have that concept. Many things that seem like one thing on the surface actually have another side, a completely different concept. The more you see, the more you get used to it."

"No...no, what you're saying is too...I really can't believe it. I need to be sure that someone really leaked the internal information before I can believe what you're saying. I'll go back and tell Captain Zhang to investigate." Chen Yan was clearly flustered.

"Those people aren't pushovers; they're capable of killing if necessary. If you investigate when you get back, you'll definitely come under their noses. They'll be in the shadows while you're in the open, and they might really turn against you. These are secret organizations; they'll stop at nothing to protect your secrets. Zhang An might not be able to protect you either; they might even target him as well. Besides, you don't know who's trustworthy and who's not. Acting rashly will only lead to regret."

"Don't exaggerate. This kind of thing..."

"Are you stupid!" Feng Wu impatiently interrupted Chen Yan, pointing to the corpses on the ground. "The evidence is right in front of you; why are we exaggerating? Do you think we have that kind of time? If we hadn't come, do you think those two men would have left you alive? They're professional killers; they dared to kill right in front of you without even hiding their identities. They would definitely have killed you to silence you. They're capable of anything!

Can an ordinary gang afford to support professional killers like that? Don't you think about that?" "Look at them, each of them is armed. Look at these guns, these aren't those homemade modified guns from Guangxi, these are genuine ones with the serial numbers removed, and they even have silencers. Do ordinary gangsters have this kind of connections?"

"Would ordinary criminals dare to commit crimes knowing you're a police officer? They don't even respect you police officers. Can an ordinary criminal organization pull this off?" "

I don't need to elaborate on how strict gun control is in mainland China; as a police officer, you certainly know better.

Could these two have obtained such sophisticated equipment without some powerful force pulling strings in certain areas? Don't you have even the slightest suspicion? Do you think these two just appeared out of nowhere without any background? Do you think this is a coincidence?" "

The very appearance of these two speaks volumes! Do you still think I'm exaggerating? You almost lost your life just now; is that an exaggeration for you?" Chen

Yan was speechless after Feng Wu and I bombarded her with questions. She clearly remembered the close call; it hadn't been long, and most people wouldn't experience something like that in their lifetime, so the impression it left on her was bound to be deep. Women are emotional creatures, and it's natural for them to make many connections, even police officers are no exception.

She was probably already somewhat skeptical of what I said.

"I believe you!" Zhang Ning suddenly spoke up. "Chen Yan, Song Bin just saved our lives. He risked his life to save us. If he were lying, why would he have bothered to save us?

I think he was sincere; he saved our lives, he genuinely cares about us."

Zhang Ning's statement at this crucial moment finally moved Chen Yan, pushing her to our side.

"Okay, I believe you. So, what should I do next?"

"You'd better not get involved in this. Those people who aren't involved won't risk harming them." "We'll leave first, then you can do whatever you need to do, call for backup or whatever. When Zhang An arrives, just say we've already escaped. Don't mention we talked to each other, that way you'll be safe. By the way, we need to shut that woman up, do you have a way?"

"I'll handle that, don't worry."

"Also, I need you to help me get my external hard drive out of your evidence room. If you can't take it out, you must at least copy its contents and give it to me. It's best to delete the original backup. We can't let someone else get there before us."

"You want me to steal evidence for you? That's illegal! If I get caught, I'll be in big trouble!"

"I believe you have a way." I knew Chen Yan's current attitude was just a bargaining tactic. Sure enough, she said, "I can try, but I'll also watch those videos. And I have to see them."

"I told you, if you get involved in this, it could be dangerous."

"That's my condition! I don't want to be left in the dark like this." Chen Yan said decisively, revealing a ruthless side to this girl. Actually, I had already given her my bottom line; if she really wanted to watch them, I couldn't stop her. I wanted her to trust me, and I had to trust her too. "

You can watch them if you want, but you must promise that only you can watch them. And after watching them, you must not reveal them to anyone, including your boyfriend Zhang An. Because right now, it's unclear whether we're friends or foes; if we leak them out, not only will we be in danger, but you will be too."

"How do you know he's my boyfriend?" Chen Yan blurted out, then blushed.

“I can tell just by looking at you two.”

“Zhang An is absolutely trustworthy, Zhang Ning can vouch for that.” I interrupted Zhang Ning before she could speak, “I’m sorry, but right now I don’t trust anyone but the two of you. Zhang Ning is Zhang Ning, and Zhang An is Zhang An. This isn’t a game; it’s a matter of life and death. I can’t afford to be careless.”

“Okay… anyway, I don’t plan to tell Zhang An until this matter is resolved.”

Before I left, Zhang Ning suddenly threw herself into my arms, cupped my face, and kissed me hard. Her body was still trembling slightly; I wondered if she hadn’t recovered from the shock. Looking into her eyes, there was something indescribable in them, something that seemed to strike my heartstrings heavily.

“You must be careful…” Zhang Ning whispered in my ear, “Just now, I wish it was me… I don’t care if you’re a criminal or not, I don’t care. You must come back to me; I’ll wait for you.”

July 7th, afternoon.

Inside the room, only a dim yellow light bulb illuminated the room. Feng Wu, Lian Yue, and I sat on the sofa, staring at the laptop on the coffee table. It was playing a series of obscene images: several naked worms entwined on a bed, their lewd, hungry moans assaulting my eardrums.

In the end, Chen Yan did have a way; he actually managed to find my external hard drive at the police station, copied its contents completely, and gave it to me. Thinking about it, I really don't know what to say. Sometimes, I don't know how the police solve cases. In this case, these video files became crucial clues, yet they had been sitting untouched at the police station, not even glanced at, and finally ended up back in my hands. I really don't know what to say about the police's work attitude, but at the same time, I feel extremely fortunate.

Of course, I can't blame them. Back then, I ran out of the house covered in blood, the murder weapon had my fingerprints on it, and I had a strong motive. It was only natural that the police would consider me the prime suspect after a series of events. They were too busy arresting me to think about anything else.

But now I'm cooperating with a police officer, and I've even convinced him. It feels like a dream. I wonder if Chen Yan has seen these things; she probably kept a copy for herself too. But will she understand them? Will she tell Zhang An? I can't even believe this policewoman has really been convinced. Although those two professional killers must have made her realize that the truth behind this is far more complex and dangerous than she imagined, I've noticed that despite her seemingly pampered exterior, she has an unusually stubborn streak.

She definitely believes that even the biggest problems can be solved with the police's power; I'm almost certain she thinks so. She works for the Communist Party's dictatorship; such confidence is normal. But clearly, she hadn't revealed us; otherwise, the police would probably have been knocking on our door long ago, given where we were staying.

However, the more nothing happened, the more uneasy I felt. It was a bit unusual, or rather, not unusual, but I was starting to feel uneasy.

I didn't know if she truly trusted me or was playing the long game. For now, I could only place my bets on her. If she was indeed playing the long game, there was nothing I could do but take it one step at a time. After all, these videos weren't a secret to her.

But I still held onto a sliver of hope. She was just a lowly police officer, not the police chief; how much power could she possibly mobilize to fish for us? Even if she had connections, her rank and seniority were what they were, and everything had to be done according to the rules. The police station wasn't like other government offices; if everyone relied on connections to act recklessly, it would cause huge problems.

Chen Yan seemed like a new officer; the police station wasn't run for her family. Besides, everyone who worked in the station had some kind of background. Back then, Lin Biao's son, Lin Liguo, held absolute power in the Air Force, wielding de facto command. That was largely due to his father's influence. If a rookie like Chen Yan could truly organize her own force within the police station, her family's connections would likely extend at least to the provincial level. And it also depends on whether the subordinates respect this newcomer.

I'd only heard of someone in her family being a secretary in the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, never of any powerful figures working in the provincial government. Therefore, I tend to (or rather, hope) that Chen Yan was simply persuaded by me to cover for us. Perhaps she doesn't intend to interfere with our actions for now, but she's definitely plotting her own agenda.

Perhaps she did leak information to Zhang An, and that all of this was Zhang An's arrangement. He should be capable of doing this, but the question is whether he will. This isn't like movies or TV dramas where the police devise elaborate plans to lure in big fish. In reality, the police I've seen act immediately upon receiving a lead, arresting the person regardless of whether they're innocent or not.

"My eyes are tired, do you want some water?" After what seemed like an eternity, someone finally couldn't take it anymore. Lian Yue rubbed his sore eyes, took off his glasses, and yawned as he spoke.

Actually, I was tired too. Since we didn't know where the real clues were, we couldn't afford to miss a single video. We couldn't even fast-forward; we could only watch it second by second, afraid of missing a single line or scene. Feng Wu even took a notebook and copied down every line of dialogue and every scene, highlighting those that she thought might have other meanings. But each video was one or two hours long, and after staring at the monitor for seven or eight hours straight, my eyes were incredibly sore and uncomfortable.

The two women didn't seem to care, but I felt not only physically uncomfortable but also psychologically embarrassed. I was watching my wife having sex with another man with two women, and the dialogue so far was almost entirely obscene and vulgar. Sometimes I couldn't even lift my head; I felt incredibly ashamed.

Lian Yue sometimes seemed a little embarrassed, while Feng Wu watched with great interest as if nothing was wrong. Both of them were women I'd slept with, but there were some things I really didn't want them to know unless absolutely necessary, especially these private matters; it felt like a blow to my manly dignity.

However, in front of Feng Wu, my dignity was already utterly lost. Without her saving me, I would have died countless times over. Besides, this former special agent's nerves were different from ordinary people like us; she was trained to be incredibly resilient, watching these scenes without batting an eye, as if she were watching a group of animals mating.

"Get me a bottle," I replied to Lian Yue, leaning back on the sofa. Feng Wu paused the video, turned to look at me, and smiled her usual mocking smile.

"Your wife is quite open-minded. If I hadn't slept with you, I would have thought there was something wrong with your sexual function that couldn't satisfy your wife."

These words made me want to crawl into a hole. If it were anyone else, I would have slapped them across the face long ago. But facing Feng Wu, firstly, I have no habit of fighting with women, and secondly, I definitely couldn't beat her.

I stared at her with a grim face, but she remained unconcerned and asked, "Haven't you noticed at all that your wife is so horny, playing with two or three men at a time? Her sex drive must be quite strong. When a woman has other men outside, there will definitely be some signs when she comes back. Especially in bed, she'll either become less interested in you or become more sensitive. Sometimes her reactions will be different depending on the position. Haven't you noticed anything at all?"

"You want to say I'm a cuckold who's blind to being cheated on? You might as well just say so." I had an urge to smash this laptop in front of me, drag those men out of the screen, smash their penises, chop them into mincemeat, stomp them into dust, and then burn them to ashes.

"Damn it! Why are you angry? I'm asking you seriously. I've noticed that sometimes you're a bit slow to react. There are things you should be aware of, but you just don't. Don't forget what we're doing right now. There's danger at any moment, and we don't even know what's waiting for us ahead. If we don't stay extremely vigilant and sensitive, something bad could happen. If you keep being so clueless, you'll get others into trouble sooner or later, you understand?"

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