Train robbery case

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"Who!"

He Qing jumped up with a start.

A tall figure slowly rose from the booth behind her.

Turning around, she saw a strange, tall, middle-aged man with a malicious smirk on his face.

"Who is it?"

He Qing subconsciously tugged at her wrinkled skirt, her fingers tracing a trace of liquid on

the surface of .

Her other hand was hidden behind her back, tightly clutching Hu Qianqian's warm stockings.

"Heh heh, enjoying it, you slut?"

The man didn't answer, repeating his previous words.

He Qing's face flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and anger rising within her.

She raised her voice: "Who are you? How did you get in?!"

At this moment, He Qing hadn't realized the danger approaching; she simply thought an unauthorized person had barged in, and

her loud voice was merely to cover her guilty conscience, only wanting to kick the person out.

"Heh heh heh, you don't recognize me? Take a closer look." The man took a step forward.

He Qing instinctively stepped back, her back pressed against the locked car door.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Hehehehe,"

the man laughed, his voice extremely unsettling.

However, He Qing's emotions had calmed down somewhat.

She stared intently at the man, her mind racing.

"Let me remind you," the man stopped laughing, "the brothers in the underworld all call me Brother Ming."

Upon hearing this, He Qing suddenly remembered.

Before this operation, they had thoroughly researched the criminal organization in City A.

This organization ostensibly operated in the entertainment industry, but in reality, it was involved in prostitution, gambling, and drugs. The

leader of the organization, surnamed Wang, was nearly

sixty years old and was called "Lord Wang." The second-in-command was a Vietnamese man named Wu Tianming, known as "Brother Ming."

Both of them were individuals on the police's records.

He Qing tried to connect the man in front of her with the blurry photo in the file, but she couldn't.

However, now that the other party had identified himself, his intentions were quite clear.

This gave He Qing a sense of security and made her much calmer.

"So that's how it is. You must be here to rescue your two underlings."

"They're not my underlings."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Before she finished speaking, He Qing skillfully pulled out a handgun from her back, her legs spread wide, the dark muzzle pointing directly at

the man.

The policewoman's movements were clean and efficient, her posture extremely standard, but her left hand, which was holding the gun, was still clutching

a stocking.

And her naturally parted stockinged legs, one of her shoes was missing, her flesh-colored

stockinged foot was directly on the car door, looking not imposing but rather somewhat comical.

The man smiled slightly, his expression unchanged.

He pointed with his chin at Hu Qianqian, who was lying on the seat with her soles facing outwards, one foot in stocking and one bare.

"Aren't you surprised she's been asleep for so long?"

He Qing frowned but didn't respond.

"Aren't you surprised your other subordinate went to relieve himself and left for so long?"
"What are you trying to say?" He Qing asked, feeling her palms were sweaty.

The man raised his hands—"Slap! Slap! Slap!"—and clapped three times.

He Qing's gaze quickly shifted from his face.

She saw the carriage door open, and a small foot in flesh-colored stockings stepped onto the carpet, leaving a

damp footprint.

"Ugh~"

Su Wen was pushed into the carriage.

Her appearance shocked He Qing, her eyes widening.

The policewoman's ponytail was disheveled and looked messy. A rubber gag blocked

her cries, and a belt was fastened behind her head through her hair.

She was still wearing her policewoman uniform, her hands tied behind her back, but her trousers had been pulled down,

revealing a pair of long, beautiful legs beneath white briefs.

Gray stockings had originally covered her legs, but now the right stocking had been removed,

leaving only the left.

The removed grey stockings were twisted up and used as a rope, loosely tied around the policewoman's knees.

A knot at the knot, clearly showing the thick grey toes and the rolled-up heels.

"Ugh...ugh..."

A sharp dagger was pressed against the policewoman's pale throat.

The person holding her was hiding behind her, out of He Qing's sight.

"Su Wen!"

she blurted out.

"Ugh..."

The policewoman sobbed twice, tears streaming down her face.

"Damn it!"

He Qing cursed.

She gripped the gun in one hand and reached for her walkie-talkie at her waist with the other.

"Officer Hong! Emergency in the dining car! Please come immediately! Please come immediately!"

This walkie-talkie was the only assistance the train police could provide at departure.

"Repeating! Emergency! Please come immediately!" He Qing practically shouted.

"Stop yelling,"

a familiar voice came.

He Qing was stunned.

"Zhang Li?"

The alluring face of the female purser slowly emerged from behind Su Wen.

"I have Fatty Hong's walkie-talkie here,"

she said with a laugh, tossing a dark object onto the table.

*Thump!*

"They're all fast asleep right now, having drunk the drinks I gave them."

"Drinks? Fast asleep?" He Qing muttered to herself.

A glance out of the corner of her eye caught Hu Qianqian, who seemed oblivious to everything happening around her, and she immediately understood.
"It was you?" the policewoman said through gritted teeth, each word distinct. "You drugged our water?"

"You only just realized that? You're so stupid, hehehe," Zhang Li laughed smugly.

"But do you know what? I put several kinds of drugs in your water. That little wench drank tranquilizers,"

she pointed towards Hu Qianqian.

"This little bitch—"

Zhang Li said, her hand slipping under Su Wen's arm and into the policewoman's open shirt.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Su Wen cried out immediately.

Her legs buckled and trembled as if she couldn't stand up straight.

"Ugh ugh ugh~"

Accompanied by a sob,

"Pfft,"

the policewoman's crotch became wet.

She lost control of her bladder.

Clear urine flowed down her two jade-like legs onto the blanket, staining the inside of her gray stockings a dark color.

"Waaaaah~"

The policewoman blushed and cried.

"Stop! Stop!"

He Qing shouted angrily, seeing the woman humiliating her subordinate like this.

"Put the gun down," the man said. "If you don't want your men to suffer anymore..."

"..."

He Qing was silent for a few seconds, then gritted her teeth, turned off the safety on the gun, and threw it on the floor.

The man picked up the gun and tucked it into his waistband.

"Hehehe, now you know what's good for you, you little slut. How's the drug I prepared for you? Not bad, right?" Zhang Li mocked

.

He Qing glared at her: "Why? Why did you do this!?"

"Hmph, are all you policewomen all brawn and no brains?"

Zhang Li said, then pinched Su Wen's breast hard.

"Ugh!" A cry of pain.

"How could you bring money and drugs into the car? Isn't there an inside man in the car?"

"..."

He Qing was speechless.

Why hadn't she thought of that?

"Flight Attendant Zhang is my woman," the man said. "Thanks to her, this online transaction has been going on

for years."

"She even gave up the chance to transfer to Beijing."

"You guys..."

"Alright, you've asked enough questions," the man waved his hand.

"Now I'm telling you, you better behave and don't try anything funny.

" "..."

"Open your mouth and shove that thing in your hand into your mouth.

" "You?"

"What about you? Weren't you just sniffing around like a bitch?"

"Ugh—"

He Qing was speechless and could only obediently open her mouth, enduring the disgust, and put the sour-smelling stocking in her mouth.

The man shook a black, hollowed-out gag in his hand. "Put this on. "

"Wait,"

Zhang Li suddenly interrupted

. "Since this slut likes smelly stockings so much, why don't we take yours and give her that pair as a souvenir?"

"Good idea,"

the man nodded and pulled a crumpled, gray pantyhose from his pocket.

A scene flashed through He Qing's mind
: Hu Qianqian telling her with disdain that the flight attendant's stockings had been changed

.

"Put it in your mouth,"

the man said, tossing the thing to He Qing.

Even without smelling it up close, He Qing could smell the perfume emanating from it.

He Qing knew that applying perfume to the inside of the ankle would release a subtle fragrance with each step, and the effect would last.

Zhang Li was clearly a woman who understood this too.

Thinking of the flight attendant's elegant and mature figure, for some reason, an unbearable

itch .

The thought of putting this thing in her mouth, besides feeling disgusted and ashamed, also brought a strange sense of

excitement .

"Hurry up, if you don't want to, I'll help you,"

the man said, snatching the stocking from He Qing's hand and forcefully shoving it into the female officer's mouth.

"Ugh? Ugh—"

The stocking was a large mass, completely filling He Qing's mouth.

The man pushed the gag in with his thumb and then roughly pressed it into

He Qing's mouth, fastening the straps

behind her .

He Qing felt like her mouth was about to burst.

"How do my socks smell? Are they fragrant? I've been busy all day, I guarantee you'll

never forget them," Zhang Li mocked.

"Ugh~"

He Qing couldn't scream anymore.

The policewoman, her handcuffs removed and tied behind her back, slumped in her seat, completely reduced to

a lamb .

The darkness outside the train window mirrored her current state of mind.

The train journey was still long...

On the way back to City A with two drug dealers, He Qing never expected that there was another

member of a drug trafficking gang on the train.

Even more unexpectedly, the train's conductor, Zhang Li, had secretly colluded with the drug dealers and

drugged the three policewomen guarding the prisoners.

At this moment, Hu Qianqian was still fast asleep in her seat, while Su Wen, after having her pants pulled down, could n't hold

her urination and lost control in public. He Qing, on the other hand, was handcuffed to the car window like a prisoner, not to mention her mouth was stuffed with

Zhang Li's disgusting, filthy stockings,

making her suffer unbearably and unable to scream. Due to the drugs, her lower body was itching in waves, causing goosebumps all over her body. She

could only watch helplessly as Su Wen was thrown into the corner of the booth.

Zhang Li and Wu Tianming quickly released the two drug dealers who had been handcuffed halfway there.

As soon as the blindfolds were removed, their eyes lit up.

"Brother Ming! It really is you!"

"Haha, I thought we were doomed this time."

"Big Head and A Mao, you two have worked hard this time." Wu Tianming patted the two on the shoulders.

"To be honest, I almost peed my pants when I was arrested."

"No doubt, this was a backup plan arranged by the boss. The boss is brilliant!"

Wu Tianming didn't respond and changed the subject. "Where's A Mao's stuff?"

"You mean the suitcase? I saw the policewoman put it under the seat." The henchman pointed at He Qing.

The man turned and walked over. He Qing instinctively shrank back.

He bent down, and right in front of her were the policewoman's beautiful, bare feet in flesh-colored stockings.

Wu Tianming reached out and lifted the woman's feet. He Qing's stockinged feet were cool, but still fragrant

and soft. He couldn't help but play with them a couple of times, gently sniffing them, then reluctantly placed them back on the seat.

The man bent down again and saw a large

black leather suitcase lying quietly under the seat, near the corner.

He reached out and pulled it out, blowing off the dust.

The suitcase was heavy, and it was a bit difficult to lift. He didn't put it on the table.

"What's the password?"

"491758."

Wu Tianming turned the combination lock for a moment, and with a soft "click," He Qing watched as he opened the box. Inside

were neatly stacked banknotes—bright red hundred-yuan bills.

Two henchmen gathered around.

"Over ten million, all old bills. The boss really went all out this time," said the one called A Mao.

The other chimed in, "That's right. If this money is lost, even if the cops don't kill us, we two brothers will..."

"Absolutely no way out."

Wu Tianming smiled slightly and slammed the suitcase shut.

"Ali, go get some food and drinks. My two brothers are starving," he said to the female purser.

"Okay," Zhang Li said, turning and leaving.

The man glanced at his watch: "The train will stop in two hours. We'll get off with our things; someone will

meet us."

He patted the suitcase, as if it were only natural that he should be in charge.

"Okay, okay, we'll listen to you."

"So, what do we do now, Ming-ge?"

"Yeah, it's still early. These stinky cops have been giving
us a hard time the whole way..." The two said, their

eyes darting around. Wu Tianming smiled.

"I know what you're thinking."

He gestured with his chin towards Hu Qianqian and Su Wen. "You can do whatever you want with these two women."

"Alright!" the two shouted.

He Qing, listening from the side, was terrified. Of course, she knew what "do whatever you want" meant.

"Waaah! Waaah!"

Seeing that her two subordinates were about to be in trouble, the policewoman struggled frantically, the handcuffs clanging loudly.

"Don't rush," a large hand pressed against her chest. "You're mine," Wu Tianming

whispered "We have plenty of time to play around."

His hand slid down her chest, slipping inside the policewoman's uniform skirt, and through her wet stockings and

panties, began to tease He Qing's slippery vulva.

"Ugh! Ugh!" The policewoman struggled, shaking her head repeatedly.

"You're wet again, you want it, right?" The man clamped her kicking stockinged legs, holding them firmly with his elbow.

He Qing's face was flushed, her hands and feet were cold, but her body and face were burning hot.

"Ugh! Ugh~" She tried to turn her head away from the man's approaching face, but she couldn't resist

Wu Tianming's kiss on her earlobe.

"Ugh…!"

The man teased the policewoman with his tongue. He Qing writhed like a fish, but held captive by the man's grip,

unable to break free .

"Don't hold it in," the man's voice was so close, He Qing could clearly feel his hot breath on

her ear. "Why bother? It would be better to just let it out yourself

." "Ugh~" He Qing's brows furrowed in pain, her body arching uncontrollably, her thighs trembling.

Her hands were still hanging on the windowsill, but her whole body had slumped into the seat.

The man was like a snake, coiling around her. He was clearly an old hand at playing with women; a tongue and a few fingers were enough to make

He Qing unable to extricate herself.

The policewoman, whose clothes were disheveled, had her skirt completely gone.

He Qing's legs were pinned down by one leg.

The man sucked on his finger, then skillfully slipped it into

her stockings and panties, thrusting it in and out. His wrists were nimble and methodical. His other hand was not idle either; he tore open the front of her shirt , squeezing out the policewoman's full breasts

from her flesh-colored bra, and took a bite of her erect red nipple. "Waaaaah~" He Qing closed her eyes tightly, sometimes raising her chin, sometimes shaking her head violently, sobbing incessantly as her handcuffed hands twisted in pain. After a few thrusts, the man abruptly pulled his hand from the policewoman's genitals, also pulling her stockings and panties down to her thighs. "Waaaah! Waaaah—" Accompanied by the policewoman's mournful cry, a gush of clear liquid spurted out, reaching more than half a meter high and hitting the back of the chair in the opposite booth. "Haha, look, that policewoman peed her pants!" "You know nothing about squirting, only sluts do that!" "She's a slut, no doubt. She was horny next to me just now, thinking I couldn't hear her, and it almost made my dick burst!" "Waaaah~" After her orgasm, He Qing went limp. The stockinged leg beneath her was soaked. She didn't even know if what she sprayed out was urine. She had never felt this way before; the intense shame made her blush, but then another wave of itching washed over her lower body, making her involuntarily relive that indescribable pleasure. She was startled by the sensation, and her remaining rationality made her struggle to open her eyes. However, the scene before her almost filled her with despair. She saw that the two drug dealers, who had just been prisoners, were now shirtless, revealing the tattoos on their arms and shoulders. Hu Qianqian lay face up on the table of the dining cart, like a white rabbit on a chopping block, ready to be slaughtered. Her trousers were off, her shirt was removed, her blue shirt was wide open, her tie was pulled down and tied around her hands, which were raised above her head. Underneath her shirt, a white bra was pushed up, and two round, white breasts popped out. One of them was grabbed by a drug dealer. The drug dealer's other hand lifted Hu Qianqian's left leg . The girl's smooth, slender leg was clad only in a flesh-colored crystal stocking. The man grabbed the policewoman's breast, smelling her feet as thrust in and out of her lower body. On the other side, Su Wen's hands were tied behind her back, and her shirt was also open. She was forced face down, lying on all fours like a dog on the seat, her round buttocks raised high. The drug dealer knelt behind her. Her ponytail, which had been tied up, was now being held in someone's hand. As if sensing He Qing's gaze, the policewoman struggled to lift her head amidst the man's repeated thrusts, tears streaming down her face as she looked at He Qing. Su Wen's mouth was gagged, preventing her from speaking, but her expression seemed to be crying out, "Captain, save me." But the man's movements only became more violent and brutal. With each thrust, the policewoman's stockinged feet would involuntarily pull away, as if being pushed to their deepest point, causing her to whimper pitifully. "Have you seen enough? Now it's your turn, hehe." The whispered voice brought He Qing back to her senses. The policewoman's ears burned; she knew she was also doomed. Two rough yet warm fingers were inserted, spreading open her moist, lubricated vagina. "Ugh—ugh— " Her two jade-like feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings and dangling from the edge of the seat, suddenly tensed... When Zhang Li returned to the dining car, she was almost overwhelmed by the pungent smell of semen in the carriage. Hu Qianqian and Su Wen were fine, but when she saw He Qing, slumped over and dazed, her eyes showed considerable displeasure. The female flight attendant brought four bottles of beer, peanuts, sausages, and a roast chicken on a trolley. A Mao and Da Tou, having just been with women, were like sleepyheads finding a pillow, not caring about etiquette, and quickly devoured everything. After eating and drinking their fill, they asked Wu Tianming for two Zhonghua cigarettes. Unexpectedly, before they even finished smoking, they leaned against their seats and began snoring loudly. Looking at the two of them, Zhang Li said smugly, "Brother Ming, your medicine really works. They fall asleep like dead pigs after taking it ."

"Nonsense, why would I rob those two when they were still wearing open-crotch pants!" Wu Tianming stubbed out his cigarette.

"Did you bring the stuff over?"

"Yes," Zhang Li said, opening the lower part of the cart and pulling out a large

suitcase .

"What is it that's so secretive, locked up and won't let me see?" the woman said coquettishly.

"I was afraid you wouldn't dare smuggle it onto the train if you knew," Wu Tianming said, unlocking the suitcase. Inside was a

rectangular , thick cardboard box that looked like a shoebox at first glance, only much dirtier and older. The man carefully carried it out and
placed it against the wall, against the door connecting to the front of the train.

Zhang Li squatted down curiously to look.

The man opened the lid, revealing rows of neatly arranged cylindrical objects inside.

"Fireworks?" the flight attendant blurted out. "These are explosives.

" "Huh?" the woman was clearly surprised. Wu Tianming pulled out several metal

plates and rods with wires attached from a hidden compartment in the suitcase.

"This is a detonator, put them together and—pong!"

"Ming, Brother Ming, what are you going to…" Zhang Li panicked and whispered, "You're going to… blow up

the car?"
The man rolled his eyes at her, connecting the explosives and detonators as he said, "Do you know

how many people, both legal and illegal, are watching this train? By causing it to derail, we'll divert their attention. Once the cops realize something's wrong,

they'll have already run away with this." He patted the black leather suitcase. "Otherwise, we won't get far after we get off the train.

"

Zhang Li stared at the black leather suitcase and swallowed hard.

"What? Scared?" the man asked her sideways. "…I'm risking over ten million,"

the woman said fiercely, as if she had made up her mind.

The man smiled slightly. "That's right. Hmm, go check if those two idiots have any lighters on them."

"Okay." The woman stood up and turned to walk towards the two drug dealers who were fast asleep.

But as soon as she took a step, Zhang Li felt a shadow rise behind her. She turned around sharply and saw

Wu Tianming's sinister smile.

She was terrified and instinctively dodged to the side, causing the man to miss his target.

Zhang Li was stunned and tried to back away, but her lower back was already wedged against the side of the chair back.

"You, you..." Her lips trembled for a few seconds before she understood what was happening.

"Why, why?" Tears streamed down the woman's

face, filled with fear, confusion, resentment, and anger.

"You're the only one connected to me. Only with your body can there be no evidence, right?" the man

said casually.

Zhang Li's body jerked. Before the man could speak again, the woman turned and ran out.

"Help! Help—ugh—" She had barely uttered a cry when someone grabbed her from behind around the waist and

covered her mouth with a large hand, which held a cold, wet, white substance. The strong smell of medicine

filled Zhang Li's nostrils.

"Ugh—!" Wu Tianming covered her mouth and nose with one hand and held the woman's body with the other.

Zhang Li struggled with all her might. With a sudden pull, Wu Tianming freed the woman's legs.

"Waaah! Waaah!" Zhang Li's beautiful legs in stockings
kicked wildly in mid-air—her two high heels

had long since gone, and she went limp in no time.

Wu Tianming slowly laid the woman down, not immediately letting go of the towel soaked in chloroform, but keeping it on her

for a while to make sure she was unconscious before removing the towel.

The beautiful young flight attendant was lying on her back in an unseemly position. Wu Tianming grabbed the woman's jade-like

feet, clad in flesh-colored pantyhose, and lifted them to his eyes, stroking them before finally giving a deep kiss on the soles of her feet as a farewell to these beauties.

His tall figure walked towards He Qing, the policewoman lying on her seat, who was now slowly waking up.

The woman opened her dazed eyes, struggling to lift her head, looking helplessly at the towering man before her.

A cold smile appeared on Wu Tianming's lips.

Ten minutes later, the train stopped at Z County Station.

Wu Tianming, wearing a baseball cap, carrying a black leather suitcase and dragging a large travel suitcase,

appeared at the train station exit.

He glanced at his watch; the sound of a train whistle came from behind him. The man hailed a taxi and sped away

…

F City was a small town on the southwestern border, more than 1,000 kilometers from A City.

A little further away was the border, and the local customs were quite distorted due to this.

In a temple with a distinctly Thai feel, a

middle-aged man with slightly graying hair, a robust build, and wearing a white short-sleeved shirt faced a gilded Buddha statue, his hands clasped together, chanting incantations.

Beside him, two young bodyguards wearing sunglasses stood respectfully with their backs to him.

Wu Tianming stood motionless at the foot of the steps outside the temple.

A black leather suitcase and a large rolling suitcase were at his feet; the man looked travel-worn.

The middle-aged man placed incense in the incense burner and picked up a white handkerchief to wipe his hands.

“Ah Ming, I admire you, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to take you in,”

he said, his voice strong but not loud, yet authoritative.

“You’re wrong. I’m not here to seek refuge with you; I’m here to seek cooperation,” Wu Tianming said, his hands clasped

in front of him.

"Cooperation?" The middle-aged man chuckled, turned around, and stepped out the door, down the steps.

"On what grounds?"

"On this," Wu Tianming said, opening the black leather suitcase beside him and turning it inside out

to face the middle-aged man. "Ten million as my pledge of allegiance.

"

The middle-aged man's eye twitched, and the smile on his face vanished. "You swallowed the prince's shipment...?"

"Hmph," Wu Tianming sneered. "The news travels fast, doesn't it?"

"What's the point of news?" The middle-aged man walked to Wu Tianming's side, took a newspaper from his subordinate, and slapped it

into the man's hand.

Wu Tianming glanced at it and saw the eye-catching headline: "Major Accident, Multiple Injuries," reported

two days ago .

"What? Are you afraid of him?" Wu Tianming crumpled the newspaper and threw it into the incense burner in the distance.

"Young man, watch your words!" The middle-aged man looked at him with a stern face.

"The goods are in the cops' hands, I only have the money, that doesn't violate the code of the underworld, right?"

"Whatever, it's not my goods anyway." The middle-aged man strolled up behind Wu Tianming, hands behind his back. "But what's the difference between taking

the prince's money, betraying your gang, and holding a death warrant?"

"The prince is old, he can't distinguish right from wrong. He's only
focused on passing the business on to his idiot son, he's destined

to be finished." Wu Tianming's gaze followed the man's position. "Ten million is enough to severely damage him, plus this..."

" Once this incident happened, his supply chain completely broke ties with him, and there's no possibility of further cooperation. The drug dealer in City A will soon

be replaced, and that person is me. This is what I deserve after all these years of working for him.

" "Is this the cooperation you're talking about?"

"Yes."

"..." The middle-aged man looked up at the sky and said, "Why should I get involved in this mess? My gang and I

could easily protect ourselves."

"Because you've been trying to get a foothold in City A for years—"

Wu Tianming said, enunciating each word clearly, "I've paved the way for you. Now is a window of opportunity, the perfect time to

enter."

The middle-aged man lowered his head, his back to Wu Tianming, but his face turned to the side, clearly having been hit where it hurt.

He remained silent for a moment, then sighed as if after careful consideration, "Even if you're right

, I can't make the decision to book the entire place."

"If it requires Mr. Jin's approval, I hope you can introduce me."

"Mr. Jin doesn't meet people easily."

"I have a great gift for you."

"A great gift? What is it?" The middle-aged man turned around.

"I know Mr. Jin is into this," Wu Tianming said,

pulling something from his pocket and handing it over.

The middle-aged man squinted at the police ID card, the sunlight blinding him.

The first page showed a young woman with bright eyes and white teeth, smiling faintly.

"He Qing, Chief of the Intelligence Section, Third-Level Police Inspector, A City Public Security Bureau..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish reading, Wu Tianming had already laid down the rolling suitcase he always carried with him.

He skillfully unlocked it and lifted the lid. A damp, warm smell wafted out, mixed with a faint

scent of sweat and a woman's fragrance.

A delicate body lay folded up on its side inside the suitcase.

It was a long-haired woman wearing only flesh-colored pantyhose.

Her thighs were bent forward, knees pressed against her chest, and her calves folded downwards, as if her entire body was folded into

three layers.

A red rubber gag was stuffed in her mouth, and glistening

saliva seeped from the gap between the gag and her lips, sparkling in the sunlight.

Her upper body was tightly bound with rope, her arms and body bound tightly together. Her hands hung down, wrapped around

her thighs and were handcuffed together at the back of her knees with black leather cuffs.

The woman's knees and ankles were also tightly bound with rope. The suitcase was specially made with latches. The woman

lay on her side with leather straps wrapped around her fair and delicate body at her neck, waist, abdomen, ankles, knees, and groin

, securing her body inside the suitcase. A pink

switch was attached to the waistband of her flesh-colored pantyhose, with a green light still lit. A matching pink wire extended from the switch to the woman's

tightly clenched black inverted triangle area, hidden among the pantyhose and thick hair.

A rubber hose extended from the woman's anus to a transparent sealed bag, which was already

two-thirds full of amber liquid.

In the storage pocket of the mesh bag in the compartment of the suitcase lid, a corner of a slightly folded

dark blue —
revealing half of a police badge.

A syringe and several bulging saline bags labeled "glucose

solution" were inserted into one side of the box lid.

Several empty condom boxes were stuffed into the other side.

The sudden bright light startled the drowsy woman awake. She slightly opened her eyes and barely

turned her head, looking at Wu Tianming, the unfamiliar middle-aged man, and the equally unfamiliar surroundings. She weakly whimpered

a few times.

Bound and restrained, she could barely move; the only things she could control were her slender fingers

and her toes, encased in stockings and bound by a belt, which she could only slightly twitch.

"Snap," Wu Tianming closed the box lid. "I think Mr. Jin will like this gift."

"Hehe, Ah Ming, you're something else," the middle-aged man said, handing him his police ID and gesturing. "Please!"

"Dong—dong—dong," the temple bells rang out, startling several crows on the pagoda. They fluttered and flew

further and further away, finally disappearing on the horizon.

[The End]

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