[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 17, Chapter 1)

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Episode 　　17 Urban　　Hunt

********** ...　　　　　　　　　　　Begvale – An elite Russian veteran and member of an assassin group. 　　Tarsky – An elite Russian veteran and member of an assassin group. 　　Lemas – An elite Russian veteran and member of an assassin group. 　　Quaresh – An elite Russian veteran and member of an assassin group. 　　Pushnechin – An elite Russian veteran and head of an assassin group. 　　Kusunoki Rei – A disciple of a mysterious Japanese ninja family, and the younger sister of Kusunoki Tomoyuki. 　　Inagawa Tsunenobu – The fifth son of the head of the Inagawa-kai, Japan's third largest yakuza group. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　Inagawa Masakiyo – The head of the Inagawa-kai 　　, 　　Japan's third largest yakuza group. ********** ... 　　It was 7:30 PM. Like other families, the house was brightly lit , and the faint sound of a television could be heard. The curtains were drawn, fitting for the current state of Sapporo. 　　No one noticed that through a small gap in the curtains, a pair of eagle-like eyes were watching the street through a cleverly designed light reflector. 　　The street was still bustling with traffic and activity. Restaurants and clothing stores were teeming with customers, and trendy men and women huddled together smoking, talking loudly, and occasionally laughing and joking—a touch of warmth amidst the cold winter night. 　　"Stop looking, Lomf. Can't you see this is a huge trap?" 　　Two men sat in the Japanese-style room by the window. Like the man monitoring the surroundings, they were both in their forties, with typical Eastern European tough-guy faces—muscular and cold-faced. The one 　　who spoke was a gray-haired man with a bandage on his right arm and a bottle of sake , looking rather languid. 　　"Of course I know." 　　Lomf, with his long face, pursed his lips, sat down on the spot, and picked up another bottle of sake. "Where do you find shops where only young people go in, not even a single middle-aged or elderly person? If we go out and give ourselves away, they'll swarm us and trample us into mincemeat... Damn, sake is awful, vodka is much better!" 　　"After the mission is complete, you can drink as much as you want," 　　another man with a composed appearance shrugged. "But right now, drinking will only make things worse." 　　"Heh heh, Tarsky, Begvalle, you know what? My dream is to buy a swimming pool full of vodka , then invite a few pretty girls, and drink and fuck them in the pool." 　　Lomf lewdly grinned. "How about it, wanna come?" 　　Tarsky's expression was as faint as his face, he smiled and ignored him, turning his head to watch TV instead. 　　Begvalle, with his gray hair, became interested, and the two talked enthusiastically, occasionally letting out suppressed laughter. 　　"Bang! Bang!" 　　The thin wall was struck forcefully, and the sounds in the room immediately ceased. 　　Begvale and Lomv smiled simultaneously, got up, and walked out, turning to enter the next room. 　　In the next room, the first thing they saw were three Japanese people, a middle-aged , their faces filled with panic and despair. 　　Then, sitting on the sofa was a short Eastern European man with thick bandages wrapped around his head; his dark blue eyes were devoid of emotion, giving him a cold and ruthless air. Beside him, a tall, burly man leaned against the wall, idly playing with a handheld game console—a product . 　　"Leimas, are you lonely?" 　　Begvarle asked the burly man with a grin. "This middle-aged woman isn't particularly pretty, but her vagina is much bigger after having children... Eastern women's vaginas are small, especially young girls; they bleed after just a few thrusts . Mature women like this are much better." 　　Luckily, he wasn't speaking Japanese, or the woman would have fainted from fright. 　　And thankfully, this group had Caucasian aesthetics; otherwise, in an Easterner's eyes, this woman, already in her forties , would still be considered a very beautiful middle-aged woman. 　　Lemas didn't even look up, continuing to play his game. "I'm just reminding you guys not to get too excited , otherwise it won't be good if people outside hear you speaking Russian." 　　"Haha, who are you kidding?" 　　Lomf laughed, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, after the mission, you'll definitely get a share of the vodka-filled swimming pool and swimsuit beauties." 　　Lemas paused, looking up at them helplessly. "I don't want to talk to you two lechers. If you've got the guts, go talk to Qualysyu." 　　"Don't involve me in your business," the short Qualysyu said coldly "Otherwise, my gun won't discriminate." 　　On the table in front of him was a large-caliber pistol, which anyone familiar with firearms would recognize as standard issue for Russia's elite special forces—a KG 382, whose bullets have a range of fifty meters.

It could blow up a cow, and its recoil was a staggering 38.2 kilograms—far beyond the

reach of ordinary people.

Looking at this deadly weapon on the table, the smiles on the three men's faces faded considerably. Quaresh was their most notorious

killer; he had single-handedly murdered no fewer than sixty people in Datong Park. They

didn't want .

"Alright, enough talk."

The most composed of them, Tarski, walked over and looked around. "Where's the boss? Is he still down there?"

"He's taking care of poor Nabarov and Sabsky."

Quaresh's eyes flashed coldly, a strong sense of hatred and killing intent rising within him.

Speaking of their two companions, all five felt a pang of sadness. Of the twelve of them, three had been killed by a mysterious ninja in Datong

Park , and another had died on the way. The remaining two, though barely making it back, were too badly injured and were already on their

last legs; everyone knew it was only a matter of time before they met their maker.

As they spoke, footsteps sounded, and in the blink of an eye, a tall, somewhat thin

middle-aged man slowly walked down the stairs. He

was about forty years old, similar in age to the other five. Dressed in a black bodysuit

, his expression was gentle, more like a gentleman, yet his agile and steady figure reminded everyone of the immense power hidden within

him .

"Boss!"

the five called out in unison. The middle-aged man nodded, sat down beside Quareshu, and smiled, "Sit down.

What are you all standing for? You should rest when you need to."

Lemas, impatient by nature, straightened up and asked urgently, "Boss, don't try to be cheerful.

How are they?"

"That Japanese ninja's skills are formidable. Their knife wounds are beyond repair. To alleviate

their pain, I sent them to see their other comrades,"

the middle-aged man said calmly, but the content of his words sent chills down everyone's spine.

Silence fell over the room.

This silence made the three bound Japanese men very sensitive. Because they were tied in a triangular formation,

each of them could feel the trembling of the two beside them.

"Sigh..."

After a long while, Tarski sighed and said, "When you're out doing business, you'll always encounter

things like this someday. It's better to die peacefully, without suffering... Boss, I'm not taking my money this time. Give it to

the families ."

"Me too,"

Begvale and the others echoed, even the most indifferent Quareshu did not.

"Nonsense! It's all for a life-or-death deal. Everyone has families, and everyone needs money."

The middle-aged man chuckled. "Don't worry, leave it all to me. I, Pushnechin, won't mistreat my

brothers ... This mission is ten times more difficult than we were told when we received it. The client must give us three times

the reward!"

"Three times?"

The burly man, Lemas, calculated and shook his head repeatedly. "Impossible, boss. According to your calculation, they'd have to

offer thirty million US dollars. How is that possible?" "

Nothing is impossible."

Pushnechin smiled faintly. "The information they provided was inaccurate, and the difficulty has increased significantly. Raising the price

is normal."

"What if they don't pay?"

Lomf asked heavily.

"Don't pay?"

Pushnechin smiled gently. "Then they can try. Even if I, Pushnechin, die,

they and their families will all go to hell with me."

Pushnechin's eyes were completely different from his tone. Anyone who saw his

cold gaze at this moment would tremble with fear, including the most murderous Quareschu.

A surge of warmth rose in the hearts of the group. "Boss, we'll go with you!"

"Of course we'll go together. Without your cooperation, I can't do anything."

Pushnechin stretched, his demeanor softening considerably. "How's it outside?"

"The same as always, except there are more and more Japanese gangsters appearing. There are at least

two thousand on the streets of Sapporo, and countless police."

Lomv reported.

"Heh, you really think highly of us."

Pushnechin laughed heartily. "If we weren't on a mission, we'd love to have some fun with them."

"No fun."

Qualyshyu said coldly. "If I had enough ammunition, I could kill five hundred people by myself."

"Don't think like that."

Pushnechin warned. "Quayshyu, you're no longer with the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs. We're after money

now As for murder and arson, if you don't need to do it, it's best not to, to avoid trouble."

Qualyshyu greatly admired his boss, nodded, and said nothing more.

"Boss, I've always had a question."

Begvarle hesitated for a moment, but finally asked, "Why were we

surrounded by police as soon as we arrived in Sapporo, before we even had a chance to act? Did someone leak the information over there?"

His question was the same one everyone wanted to ask, and several pairs of eyes looked at Pushnetchin at the same time, hoping to get an

answer.

"Yes, if we hadn't been so unlucky, like falling into a trap, we definitely wouldn't have suffered such

heavy casualties,"

Pushnechin said. "But it wasn't because of a leak, I can guarantee that. However,

I can't tell you who our client is right now."

"Since the boss says so, we'll believe him,"

Tarsky nodded. "But what exactly is the reason? I won't be sure

until ."

Pushnechin said, "I think that Powell and Rumsfeld's trip to Japan might

not be because our client wants to deal with them."

Begvale's eyes darted around. "Boss, you mean... the police weren't actually targeting us, but

wanted to target someone else, but the intelligence was wrong, so the trouble fell on us?"

"That's the most likely possibility," Pushnechin said coldly. "Unfortunately, we can't cooperate with Russia..."

"There's absolutely no news about them in the Sapporo newspapers and news. We

have no ."

"Newspapers and news have always been a major means of information control. It's normal that ordinary people can't hear or

see ,"

Tarsky suggested. "Boss, shall I go out and ask some high-ranking officials and wealthy people?"

"I'll come too,"

Begvalle quickly said. "My Japanese is better than his, and I'll have company."

"It's too dangerous to go out now. Let's wait a bit longer,"

Lomf objected.

"He's right,"

Pushnechin echoed Lomf before Begvalle could object. "I don't want to lose another

brother. Let me think about it."

Tarsky nodded silently, sat on the carpet, and awaited his decision.

Begvalle also sat down, but he was extremely agitated. Seeing the anxious

family of three, a surge of violent emotion welled up within him, and he stood up with a ferocious expression.

"You... what do you want to do?"

The younger man, seeing clearly, spoke in English, flustered yet forcing himself to remain calm, "Don't... don't do anything rash!

You said you wouldn't kill us as long as we cooperated!"

"Who said I wanted to kill you?"

Begvalle licked his lips and said in fluent Hokkaido dialect, "I'm just pent up, wanting to fuck

a woman! Your mother may be a bit old and ugly, but she's still usable."

"Ah!" The three exclaimed simultaneously. The middle-aged woman turned pale with fright, twisting desperately, "No,

no..."

Her protests were so weak that they couldn't stop Begvalle from taking another step.

Pushnechin and his accomplices didn't stop him either. Lomv even laughed and shouted

, "Begvalle, after you're done, I'll come too... oh, no, let's do it from both ends, it'll be more

compact."

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Pushnechin and the others laughed.

The bound family of three, though unable to understand what the men were saying,

knew .

At that moment, Begvale had moved to the middle-aged woman's side, reached out and

ripped her shirt in two with a "ripping" sound, revealing her large, snow-white breasts encased in a black bra

.

"Ah... Waaah... Please, let me go... Ah... No!"

the middle-aged woman cried out. She tried to cover her breasts, but her hands were completely immobilized,

leaving her to be freely admired by these ruthless Russians.

"Damn, don't let her looks fool you, these tits are quite nice!"

Begvale squeezed the woman's breast hard, speaking loudly in Japanese. As he spoke, he

observed the family's expressions with great interest; the more fear and despair they displayed,

the stronger his perverse pleasure became.

The middle-aged man, the head of the household, trembled with fear, unable to utter a word; the middle-aged woman

cried out desperately, her despair outweighing any thought of breaking free.

In contrast, the young man in his twenties was braver, cursing in English, "

Bastards ! Fuck your mother, you broke your promise! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

"Hahaha..."

Beguvale kicked them, the force so great that the three bound together collapsed

into a heap.

The young man coughed up blood, his face immediately turning ashen.

"Ah... Cong!"

the middle-aged woman cried even harder, "Don't hit my son, I... I'm willing... don't hit him."

Beguvale squatted on the ground, tearing open the middle-aged woman's bra, revealing a pair of large, slightly inelastic

breasts , the two large purple grapes incredibly alluring.

After savoring the sound of hearing painful cries, he slowly untied the ropes binding the middle-aged woman,

saying leisurely, "Damn it, who told you to be petty bourgeois? You're not very useful to us anymore!

Woman ... come on, stick your ass up, I'll fuck you in front of your husband and son, that way you'll reach

orgasm more easily, hahaha..."

The three were bound together, and untying the middle-aged woman's

ropes for a moment. Just as Begvar was about to re-tie them, the young man suddenly

shoved his head into Begvar's strong chest.

"Bang!"

After a muffled thud, Begvar was slammed to the ground, while the young man, more severely injured,

collapsed to the ground crying out in pain, his lips turning blue.

"You little beast!"

Amidst the laughter of his companions, Begvalle, enraged and humiliated, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes, kicked

the young man . This time, unlike the previous humiliation, he intended to kill him.

"No..."

The middle-aged woman saw clearly and lunged forward, throwing herself onto her son, her back to Begvalle. Because

her hands were bound, her plump buttocks were sticking up high.

Seeing this, Begvalle was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Damn it, I told you to stick your butt up, but you wouldn't

. Now you're sticking it up obediently."

"Yes...yes, sir, please do me...please don't kill him, he's just a child and doesn't know any better..."

the middle-aged woman sobbed

, turning back to him. "Whether I kill him or not is none of your business. Let's see if you can serve me well,"

Begvalle chuckled. What was originally a heartwarming scene of mother and son's affection was transformed into a perverse thrill in the eyes of a man with a heart of

stone . He chuckled and reached for the middle-aged woman's plump buttocks: "Come on,

don't move, just lie on top of your son. I'll fuck you, then go gather intelligence on the Americans." "

Americans?"

The young man, slightly catching his breath, had a sudden thought and instinctively said in English, "Powell?

Rumsfeld ?"

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