My Police Career

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Having been a policeman for so long, it's quite an achievement to not smoke or drink. I'm as chaste as a jade statue, haha…
You can judge for yourself whether the story is true or not.
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I met that old woman about three years ago.

When I first started working, I had to get up very early every morning to take the bus across the entire city to my workplace in the far north suburbs
. It was tedious, but there was no other way. Back then, there were no self-service buses in the city, but luckily, the buses
always the last stop, so there were always seats.

Actually, I'm a very upright person. When I first arrived at my workplace, I witnessed
a lot of . So, when I became their secretary, they didn't initially avoid me, but I tried my best to find excuses to avoid them.
After a while, they became wary of me, and they stopped inviting me when they went out. Perfect, then I could go home early after work and watch my
favorite cartoons.

That afternoon, just as I was about to leave work, a group of high-ranking officials from the provincial bureau's discipline inspection department suddenly arrived at our unit.
The news of the branch bureau's rectification campaign had already spread, and although everyone knew it was just a pretense as always,
it wouldn't be right for them to come alone. I immediately called my section chief, who was out drinking and carousing, to report this. The
old man was already quite drunk, rambling on and on about, "Tell them to come to the nightclub to find me, I'll treat them to
a late-night snack."

I thought to myself, "Go to hell, you big idiot!" After hanging up, I started making up a story. I said, "Dear leaders,
I'm so sorry, several of our department leaders formed a research team to conduct research at various branches. Those who stayed behind were either
on assignments or couldn't be found. Have you eaten yet? If not, shall we go eat first?" They
glanced at my police uniform and didn't seem inclined to talk to me anymore. After arranging for them to stay, they
didn't even bother to invite me to eat with them.

It was already 8:30 when I boarded the bus. It was completely dark, and the bus was nearly empty with no lights. I
pulled my jacket over my head, intending to take a nap. I was vaguely awakened by a burst of shouting and cursing. It turned out two drunken idiots were
yelling at the female ticket seller, spewing vulgarities like "I'll fuck you to death, you old bitch." The ticket seller,
however, was just as aggressive, delivering a string of crude jokes, such as "I'll squeeze you both to death with my pussy" and "I'll shove you both back into my pussy." The driver
remained silent, playing the submissive role. It seemed these two had boarded without buying tickets, and they were unhappy about being criticized by the ticket seller
.

I was a bit annoyed. I put on my hat, walked over, showed my badge, and said, "I'm from the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the City Central District.
Whatever your problem is, let's talk at the station, okay? Don't make noise in public." The two guys were
stunned, speechless. I said, "If you have nothing else to do, wipe your nose and get lost." The driver wisely
stopped the bus, and they got off and ran without looking back.

When the ticket seller thanked me, I took a closer look at her face. She looked to be in her forties or fifties, slightly plump,
and her face was still flushed from excitement. She probably knew I had overheard her vulgar remarks, and her expression
was a little shy. I waved my hand and sat back down, continuing to sleep.

A sudden stop startled me awake, and someone whispered in my ear, "We've arrived. Get off." I opened
my sleepy eyes. Oh, it was that old woman who had sworn. Then I noticed my women's coat.

"Thank you," I said as I handed it back to her.

That's how we met. She must have been around forty-five or forty-six then. She had been working on
this route for the past few years, on the night shift on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays (strangely, I don't think I've ever seen her before). Her husband had been laid off and
did odd jobs, and she had a daughter in high school. Interestingly, when she spoke politely, she was quite gentle and considerate,
not at all fierce. Gradually, I developed an uneasy feeling towards her.

That summer, I was on duty at the sports center for a football match. After work, I went out for drinks with my colleagues. Around nine o'clock,
I said I had to leave, or I'd miss my bus. I boarded the bus, feeling a bit tipsy, and saw
her again.

I was a little excited from the drinks, so I sat behind her and chatted. The bus was dark and empty, and a thought suddenly
flashed through my mind. I quietly reached my hand from behind and tickled her waist through her clothes. She didn't react,
continuing her conversation without a word. Feeling a bit interested, I reached up and touched her bra strap. She still
pretended not to notice.

When the bus arrived at the stop, she stood up and opened the door. I took the opportunity to pinch her plump buttocks.
When I closed the door, she didn't sit down, so I continued pinching her buttocks and tugging at her panties. When we reached the final stop,
she quietly told me, "Wait for me after you get off, I'm going to hand over my shift."

But I didn't wait for her. The cool winter night breeze made me a little more awake, and I practically ran home.

For the next few days, I deliberately avoided her, leaving early in the morning and returning early at night, but the more I avoided her, the more uneasy I became. But you
know, working night shifts is commonplace in our line of work. One night, I finally ran into her again. She ignored me, and I
didn't dare to speak. After getting off the bus, I felt a little lost, lit a cigarette, and stood at the station, lost in thought. "Smoking isn't a good habit
," she said as she walked over. Damn, I'll take the plunge. I called home to say I wouldn't be coming home that night, and then
went out for a late-night snack with her.

After we finished, it was almost midnight. What to do? She suggested watching a movie all night. I thought it
was a bit inappropriate for a young man to go to a movie all night with an older woman, even though I was dressed casually that day. But
then I got an erection. Okay, all night it is.

The movie theater was empty, so we sat in the last row of couples' compartments. Everyone knew what was going to happen
, but I was a little unsure how to proceed.

After sitting for a while, I started. First, I touched her breasts through her clothes—they were fucking huge and heavy. Then I
reached behind her to unhook her bra, but after a while, it came off easily. I touched her
breasts again; they were big and heavy, sagging badly, probably reaching her belly button when she stood up. But her nipples were small, and
the skin around them was wrinkled and dry. It felt completely different from my first girlfriend's breasts.

As I squeezed them, she started moaning. I lifted her skirt and touched her vulva through her underwear. She grabbed my
hand, saying, "No, no, I'm too sensitive. I'm afraid I'll moan." Who cared about that?
I pulled down her underwear and stuffed it inside. Damn, she was practically dripping wet on the chair, so sticky and sticky. She seemed about to lose control.
She covered her mouth and kept moaning...

After playing for a while, she stopped me and started unzipping my pants. "So naughty," she said. I
chuckled awkwardly. She opened a bottle of mineral water, rinsed herself, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

My foreskin is a bit long, so I usually have to masturbate through it, otherwise it hurts. But she
naturally pulled back my foreskin and sucked my glans directly. The feeling was strange, both painful and pleasurable, I wanted
to refuse but couldn't stop.

She lowered her head and sucked on my legs, moving up and down. I put my hand inside her underwear and scratched her vagina and anus. But
after sucking for a long time, I didn't feel like ejaculating. She seemed a little tired, straightened up and started masturbating. I
then reached over and touched her very large breasts.

After playing for a while, she suddenly knelt in front of me, completely unbuttoned her shirt, and pulled up her bra to clamp
my penis. She would clamp it for a while, then lower her head and lick it, then clamp it again. In the dim light of the movie screen,
her old breasts shifted shape, sometimes round, sometimes flat, and I could even see her white hair.

That night, she let me ejaculate three times: once in her arms during breast sex, and twice in her mouth and
on my hand. Although I really wanted to penetrate her, I couldn't. I told her my regret and said, "
If you won't let me penetrate, at least let me look."

She said, "You're not like a policeman at all, you're clearly a hooligan. How about this, I won't leave you with any regrets, I'll let you
see ." After saying that, she pulled her underwear down to her knees and squatted down. "Take your lighter and look."

Thick, black pubic hair blocked the view, so I used my hand to search for her labia and examine them carefully. Suddenly, she peed, getting
my hand all over her genitals.

When we broke up, she told me she was transferring to another agency and probably wouldn't see me again. She said I was a promising
young man, and there was a significant age gap between us, so she didn't want to hold me back (promising young man? Laughable). She also said things
like, "Although I'm in the police force, I hope you can remain pure and untainted..." Finally, she
gave me her white panties, still damp with her vaginal fluid, as a souvenir. I masturbated for a long time while smelling those panties, until
they became yellow and dirty before I threw them away. But I eventually quit smoking.

(II) Undercover

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After posting the previous thread, some people said I wasn't a policeman because I didn't indulge in drinking, gambling, or prostitution. Actually, many of my
classmates from police academy don't smoke or drink. I do attend many social drinking parties, but there are still
many . I'm considered relatively decadent.

I've wanted to compile my diary into a memoir for a long time, but my writing is too poor, and various
publications have rejected my work. So, I had no choice but to submit it to this pornographic website as practice. Please excuse my poor writing. Continuing
with my story...
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On New Year's Day 1995, a series of heinous robberies and murders of taxi drivers occurred in the city's central district and the Hekou district.
The methods were basically the same: the murderers used a hammer to strike the driver's head from the back seat, killing him instantly—a very cruel method.

One female driver escaped, but arrived at the police station with her head wrapped in bandages. The murderers were three
young men in their twenties or thirties with Northeastern accents; one of them had a long scar on his face.

This case alarmed the Ministry of Public Security, which immediately tasked the provincial bureau and various branches with forming a special task force,
nicknamed the "1995 Special Case," personally directed by the bureau chief.

At the time, I was working in an administrative position at the branch bureau, and I was quite unhappy with my job. That old bastard section chief bullied me because I had no connections and was
from out of town, constantly making things difficult for me. Actually, there was a misunderstanding, which was later clarified and we reconciled,
but by then we were irreconcilable enemies.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he kicked me into the special task force, telling me it was "to get some experience at the grassroots level," and
claiming to others that I "grew up in Northeast China and might be helpful in solving cases." Everyone knows that in the police force, once you go down to
the grassroots and back, it's incredibly difficult, so I accepted my fate.

I was a complete novice working with the criminal investigation team, even though I'd learned about it in textbooks in school;
it was a completely different story in practice. I understood a little about investigation, surveillance, and intelligence gathering, but I didn't know where to start. Fortunately, they
didn't assign me any major tasks; every day was spent analyzing cases and taking statements, not too tiring, but not enough rest either.

Two weeks later, the case made progress, and the identities of the perpetrators were basically clear. However, before this series of major cases
, similar cases had occurred in neighboring provinces, with similar methods, timing, and approaches. What was lacking was
a crucial chain of evidence linking the two cases, such as how the timing of these crimes connected to those other cases
, and how they obtained the guns with serial numbers. In short, it was too early to arrest anyone.

That day, I was called into the office. As soon as I entered, I sensed something was off. A group of leaders were sitting around, but
not a single junior officer. The leaders chatted with me politely but subtly, before getting straight to the point: they needed to
send an informant to infiltrate their ranks, and I was a suitable candidate, firstly because, secondly because…

"Informant" was jargon; it basically meant I was to go undercover. I agreed after a brief consideration, partly because I couldn't
refuse, and partly because I wanted to use this opportunity to turn my career around.

After that, I started wandering around various dance halls and nightclubs, speaking in my long-unspoken Northeastern accent, not to recruit them
, but to familiarize myself with the environment.

Two weeks later, I received instructions: go to Haoqing Sauna. Everything was arranged. After showering, I
went into the lounge with a cigarette in my mouth. Sure enough, those guys were there, including the scarred-face guy. They were huddled in the back row,
watching TV without making a sound.

So I provoked a colleague who was in disguise, and we started fighting. To make it seem real, I hit
him hard. My colleague's nose was bleeding profusely. A colleague next to him, pretending to be his friend, rushed up and beat me
up . Then, the police arrived at just the right moment, quickly taking control of the situation and taking everyone back to the station for questioning.

Actually, the situation was quite complicated. There were also plainclothes officers among the audience, so
we could react quickly if those guys from Northeast China made any moves after the police arrived, like pulling out a gun. Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.
Outside.

I was handcuffed to the middle of the radiator, unable to stand or sit, but I could feel them secretly
watching me.

Scarface leaned over and asked, "You've got some serious hands, little brother. Where are you from?"

I glared at him and ignored him. He shrank back into the corner and stopped talking. Soon they were released. People like
them rarely stay in hotels; the checks are strict. They either find a secluded corner to stay in for a while, or they simply
wander around various saunas, sleeping there at night. Fifteen days later, I went there again and "unfortunately" ran into them again
.

I pretended not to know and went inside with my head down, finding a seat. Scarface came over and started talking to me again. This time we
chatted. The lies I told had been prepared and rehearsed repeatedly, so we got along quite well...

That's how we became acquainted. They tested me a few times to see if I could do "big things," and I managed
to extract quite a few clues, which I reported promptly. Just as they were about to close the net, an unexpected incident occurred.

I'd been drinking with them all day, and I was feeling dizzy and about to head home when Scarface insisted on giving me a ride. Halfway there, he
suddenly pulled me out of the car, and two other guys from Northeast China appeared on the side of the road and told me, "We're doing something big tonight."

I instantly sobered up, thinking, "Damn it, this is what I'm afraid of. How am I going to contact the team?" (Because
it's summer and easy to be spotted, we hadn't been carrying weapons). I needed to think of something…

One of them turned the corner, flagged down a taxi, circled around, and stopped in front of us.
The female driver was probably around thirty years old; she seemed a little nervous when she saw us.

As the car drove further and further away from the city, Scarface whispered to me, "Aren't you scared?" Then he started taking
things out of his bag. I knew what he was going to take out, so I covered his hand. "Don't rush, wait a little longer."

He laughed, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and looked out the window.

"Alright, stop." Several men got out of the car and pulled the female driver out. "That's it."

The female driver was already terrified, kneeling down and crying incoherently, "Let me go, let me go, the car and the money are all yours
, I... I'll give them to you..."

Scarface kicked her to the ground, and the three men rushed over and pulled down her pants, stripping her naked from the waist down in a few
quick movements.

Scarface beckoned to me, "Little brother, first time, wanna try it out?"

I stepped in front of the woman, "I can't stand this kind of thing. I think I told you about my girlfriend
."

Actually, I knew in my heart that if I wanted to save her life, or to put it more bluntly, save my own, and ensure that I could
see the fruits of my labor, she couldn't escape this ordeal.

"If you want to play with her, don't kill her, or you can kill me first."

I secretly gripped the fruit knife I was carrying, waiting.

“Whatever you say.” They ignored me. The two henchmen held down the woman’s hands, and Scarface stuffed a rag from
the car into her mouth. He then pulled up her left thigh, pulled out his penis, and started thrusting.

In the dim moonlight, his large testicles slammed against her perineum and anus, while he kept
yelling, “Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death!”

He used one hand to hold her leg up and the other to reach under her clothes and grope her breasts. Later, he simply tore her shirt and started sucking on
her breasts.

The woman resisted helplessly, but gradually became despondent.

“Come on, let’s change positions and do it again.” Scarface turned her body around and started fucking her from behind. The woman’s
already sagging breasts swayed back and forth, rubbing against the engine hood, quickly becoming covered in dust, like
two dirty sponges.

Gradually, the “smack, smack” sounds grew louder. The disconnect between her body and mind made the woman feel even more ashamed. She
cried silently, tears, sweat, and dust turning her into a mud figure.

Immediately afterward, Scarface grabbed the woman and began to thrust wildly, glistening vaginal fluid and sweat streaming
down …

After ejaculating inside her, Scarface threw the woman to the ground like a sack of potatoes, and two henchmen rushed forward
…

When arresting this gang, the leader initially didn't want me to go, but I volunteered. During the operation, I took advantage of the chaos to smash Scarface's crotch
hard , believing he wouldn't go to be shot with a complete corpse.

They didn't kill the woman, but she committed suicide shortly afterward. For a long time afterward, I was deeply mired
in self-blame and depression. The criminal investigation team repeatedly tried to persuade me to stay, but I returned to the headquarters.
Oh well , it's all in the past.

(III) Rape

Imagine you are a narrow-minded person, but you are fortunate enough to make a friend who is broad-minded and always protects and accommodates you.
Over time, you will subconsciously accept and acquire these virtues. This shows
how important healthy and broad social interactions are to the formation of a person's character.

Similarly, police officers are exposed to the darker side of society almost daily, dealing with all sorts of scoundrels,
which inevitably influences their character. In this era where rent-seeking has become a social ill, I think as long as they
do their job well, you shouldn't be too demanding of them, right?

A friend commented earlier about junior high school graduates becoming police officers. I think you're probably referring to the early days of patrol police units
, or even earlier. Back then, it's true that a group of low-quality but well-connected young people
infiltrated the patrol police force and became regular police officers after policy adjustments. However, back then, regular police academy graduates already
had high school diplomas and enjoyed the benefits of state cadres. Now, the requirements for police personnel
are much stricter.

Recently, there has been a reduction in the military, and a large number of officers have been assigned to various national administrative organs, including the public security system. Haha
, but as far as I know, these demobilized officers have very high standards; only those without connections or qualifications enter the police force. I wonder if
that's the case with the friend who commented earlier.

Although we were instilled with the idea that you can't let personal feelings interfere when you're on duty
... nobody took it seriously. Experienced police officers with decades of experience all have complicated backgrounds, needless
to say, let's just say we young people... I once chatted with a classmate who works on the front lines, talking about
the situation when apprehending criminals. He said he hated rapists the most; if they surrendered obediently, that was fine, but if they resisted...
He always resorted to underhanded tactics, once even breaking a rapist's arm.

In 1994, he was involved in a case: a young female teacher at a middle school in the western suburbs, whose husband
was a battalion-level officer, was in Gansu receiving new recruits. That night, after tutoring students late, she was abducted on the way by
three local youths, all under twenty years old. They took her to a nearby abandoned quarry and raped her. Even more
appalling, the seventeen-year-old ringleader not only singed her pubic hair with a lighter but also ripped open her vagina and anus with a knife
.

Chinese law stipulates that disrupting a military marriage is aggravated, let alone such an act.
While the criminal investigation team was investigating, the military region leaders approached the special task force and declared: "Once the case is solved, hand the perpetrators over to the military for them to handle." The case
went smoothly and was solved in three days. The seventeen-year-old rural youth, relying on his martial arts skills, put up
a futile resistance. My classmate rushed up, pried open his arm, and snapped it with a "crack." Ultimately, the boy wasn't
handed over to the military; they didn't dare, fearing trouble. Now that kid is working in the desert in Northwest China.

Police officers are human too, with all the same emotions and desires, just better at hiding them.

In the summer of '98, we arrested a gang that gang-raped women. These idiots committed over a dozen crimes in the suburbs, with
victims including female taxi drivers, elementary school students, elderly women in their sixties, and even female beggars. We set up
stakeouts, sending female officers as bait, but after several nights, we had no luck. These kinds of heinous, sudden cases are indeed a headache,
especially since the Ministry of Public Security was about to hold an important meeting in the city. When reporting the case, the branch chief, with a long, donkey-like face, slammed
his fist on the table and yelled: "If you can't solve this, you can all go home!"

The task force hadn't slept for days and nights. My throat was so swollen I couldn't even swallow water, and everyone
was incredibly angry. So, during the arrests, everyone used heavy-handed tactics: we blocked them from both ends of the overpass
, and one quick-thinking guy turned and ran towards the railing, trying to grab a utility pole and slide down. A detective hit him on the face with
the butt of his gun, breaking his nose instantly. Then he kicked him in the stomach, rupturing his liver, and he died the next day
. Later, he was still a bit shaken and told us: "Luckily, it was the real deal, otherwise I would have been taken down with him."

The composition of the joint defense team was rather unique; they were either troublemakers from various units or
people During the first nationwide crackdown, due to insufficient police force, many social outcasts were called into the joint defense team, carrying
sticks and wearing police uniforms, running rampant everywhere. When the police station is short-handed in arresting criminals, they also
work the night shift and stake out locations. That's why the farmers call them "Second Policemen," and behind their backs, they call them
"Second Dogs."

One year, I visited a classmate at a rural police station. I saw a guy handcuffed to a big poplar tree in the yard, clinging to it,
looking pale and his face flushed red from the sun. I asked my classmate, "What happened to this kid?"

He said, "A rapist. He used to work as a community security officer here. Yesterday at noon, he got drunk and
raped the village secretary's wife." He then complained, "Those guys in the criminal investigation team, they told them to come pick him up this morning, and it
's almost dark and they still haven't shown up..." It seemed he hadn't eaten, drunk, or relieved himself all day.

I said, "Let's handcuff him in the room. Otherwise, if we take him to the criminal investigation team, they won't be able to interrogate him, and they'll complain about you
."

My classmate said, "Where's the place for him to stay? Let's just handcuff him."

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