[Urban] The End of Dawn (Complete) - 7-9

Episode 7:

For a large cargo ship like this, a single shot from a small-caliber 40mm gun is like a tickle—maybe a small hole and a burn, but even a thousand shots wouldn't sink it. However, the shock it delivers is like being hit by a missile. The pirates are heavily armed; even hiding in the hold isn't safe! All

the captain can do now is lead his crew to the safe compartment. That's all he can do. He doesn't know what will happen next. He only knows they are clearly no match for the pirates. The best option now is to save their lives and not provoke the pirates. These people are only after money; as long as they don't resist, they won't die.

Among the cargo ships from various countries that have encountered pirates in the Gulf of Aden, only the Chinese dare to fight them to the bitter end. Chinese ships are usually the hardest to hijack, but none of his crew are Chinese, and he can't expect them to be as daring as the Chinese. So, all he can do now is pray to God that he won't lose his life.

However, the crew's order has already broken down; they're scattering in all directions. The pirates moved swiftly. After firing a burst of gunfire and seeing the crew surrender, they hooked up and climbed aboard one by one. Once aboard, they brandished their guns, letting out strange, African-accented cries, and chased the scattering crew members down the passageway.

Soon, everyone from the small boat was on board. The black men, dressed like laborers but fierce and agile, fired wildly at the bridge, shattering glass everywhere. The captain and a few men hid, but several crew members who hadn't managed to escape were captured and quickly taken to the safe room door, guns pointed at their heads, forcing them to speak.

The captain knew it was hopeless; the pirates now held hostages, and even if a warship arrived, there was nothing they could do. His crew, hidden inside without food or water, how long could they last? But the pirates didn't have this problem.

Finally, the hatch opened, and the captain could only watch helplessly as his crew was shot. The pirates gathered all the prisoners in the anchor chain hold and then took control of the entire ship…

72 hours later…

Feng Wu was in Menelik’s office, celebrating the success with her new “partner.”

“As agreed beforehand, the cars and parts have been loaded onto pre-prepared container trucks and transported to Beira Port in batches.”

Menelik’s face showed undisguised smugness.

“I know, I’ve already received the goods.”

This was indeed true. As soon as Feng Wu received the phone call and heard that the operation had succeeded, she immediately drove to Beira Port overnight. There, a cargo ship bound for Tanjung Pelepas Port on the Malay Peninsula was waiting for her. After contacting several mysterious passengers on board, they were responsible for loading and transporting the car parts. As for how many days it would take to load these valuable parts, where they would be resold after arriving in Malaysia, and how the bosses in the First General Bureau would divide them after the cash was made, that was not Feng Wu’s concern.

"Where's the ship?"

Feng Wu was genuinely impressed with these pirates. Mennilik, that old black man, was truly resourceful; at least in the piracy world, she had witnessed his professionalism.

"Still at sea. My men are controlling the ship."

"How are the crew?"

"We'll release them at sea in a few days. Of course, their fate after that will be up to God."

"Your excellent professionalism and efficiency have impressed me greatly. I've enjoyed cooperating with you. You can keep the vehicles; I only need the spare parts."

Feng Wu had already planned it out. These vehicles were all right-hand drive, so bringing them back to China wouldn't be very useful. Since she needed to build relationships with these people anyway, she might as well be generous to win their favor. Of course, this was all after consulting with her superiors. The idea of intelligence agents spending money like water is just a movie tale; in reality, every penny spent is precious and must be accounted for. China has already spent a million US dollars—no small sum—and there's definitely no more money to be spent. Of course, she was quite aware of the value of these cars, and she did have an internal struggle about whether to take the opportunity to skim some for herself. However, considering her current situation and mission, she ultimately abandoned the idea.

"Really?"

Mennilik's surprise was genuine. These were all high-end sedans; 50 complete vehicles would be worth at least five or six million US dollars. This woman was ruthless;

she just gave up on them without hesitation. If she didn't care about this money, then her real goal must be terrifyingly large.

Who exactly was this woman? He didn't know. He didn't know the full scope of the plan either. He didn't trust this woman, nor did he trust the white man. He had only two goals: money; revenge against Country A. The white man said this plan could allow him to achieve revenge against Country A and Country E, but he was just listening. He had his own plans; perhaps he could make a few more quick bucks before this woman's value was completely exploited. The revival of the ICU needed funding, the jihadist cause in Somalia needed funding, and revenge against Country A needed funding.

Back then, the ICU's cause was almost successful, and the great dream of establishing a Kingdom of Allah in Somalia was almost realized. Those infidel tribal warlords were already like stray dogs, but the damned invaders from country A shattered their dreams. Countless brave soldiers fell beneath country A's tanks and planes, and now those treacherous bastards from country E have abandoned them, actually wanting to negotiate peace with country A. Have they forgotten their hatred for country A? What a bunch of spineless cowards!

And that traitor Ahmed, deserving of divine retribution, even went so far as to organize some "Somali Re-liberation Alliance" to participate in the presidential election organized by that puppet transitional government, all to get removed from the list of jihadist heroes published by the US. This is undoubtedly a betrayal! And those traitors, "al-Shabaab," used the ICU's name to bully others when it was powerful. Now that the ICU is in trouble, these ungrateful dogs have actually set up their own faction, despicably taking over the ICU's former territory. They weren't the ones who conquered these territories in the first place! And then there's that degenerate Avis, who went and founded his own "Islamic Party," only to be defeated in a bloody conflict with al-Shabaab. He completely forgot that the common enemy of jihad is the Transitional Government and their master, the US imperialists, and their lackey, the African Union. These guys are only concerned with their own infighting; they're all short-sighted fools who will never amount to anything

! So, it's better to rely on yourself than others. The ICU's true revival still depends on its own efforts. Temporarily transforming into a pirate organization is just a means to raise funds and conceal their true identities. Those hijacked ships have contributed funds to the ICU's jihadist cause and should feel honored.

However, he wouldn't reveal a single word of these things to the woman in front of him.

“Of course, I look forward to our future cooperation.”

“It’s been a pleasure working with you; you’re a true businessman. If it’s convenient, please do me the honor of having dinner with me tonight. We can discuss long-term cooperation, and I’ll return your one million deposit.”

“That’s alright. Business rules are rules. Anyway, we’ll have opportunities to cooperate in the future, so you can keep the money. But tonight is out of the question; I have to catch a flight.”

“Oh, what a pity. Is it about business?”

“Sigh, working for someone else isn’t always my own choice. I’m being fed and controlled.”

Feng Wu didn’t answer directly, just nodded and smiled.

“Then I sincerely look forward to our next meeting.”

Mennilik’s face also wore the same old friend’s smile as Feng Wu’s, but both knew the other’s insincerity. As Feng Wu turned to leave his office, a cold smile played on her lips. The next meeting was undoubtedly the last. After this kind of mission, the higher-ups would never allow any survivors. You old black devil, feel free to look forward to it if you want.

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...

Lu Zhe lay in the hospital bed, the bandages still on his wounds, struggling to move his thigh. In the moment of the car accident, he truly thought he was going to die. At that moment, his mind went completely blank; he forgot even fear. The only thing that flashed through his mind was his wife Su Chen's face. As it turned out, whether it was sheer luck or not, he had forty-two soft tissue injuries, nineteen external injuries, and a concussion, but only two fractures: a tiny piece of bone in his wrist and half a broken tooth. His vital bones and internal organs were surprisingly unharmed, with no serious internal injuries.

In contrast, Mr. Chen, who was in the same car, fared much worse. He had a broken arm, a broken rib, and apparently a damaged spleen with internal bleeding. He was rushed to the hospital and immediately taken to the operating room; he's still reportedly in a coma.

The driver, the second son of the elderly overseas Chinese Mr. Guo, also suffered a major misfortune, with severe fractures, and is now in the hospital as well.

"Fate, fate, it shouldn't be me dying."

Lu Zhe could only conclude that it wasn't exactly superstition. Sometimes he genuinely felt this stuff was quite effective; maybe fate really did exist. Back in his military days, his unit believed in this. The moment a paratrooper jumped from the hatch, their life or death truly depended on fate. If God wanted to punish you, He could simply cause your parachute to malfunction inexplicably in the air.

And this time, despite the severity of the car accident, he hadn't suffered any serious injuries; he could only say he was lucky to survive.

But what was troubling was that after he entered the hospital, local police officers actually followed him there. Lu Zhe simply couldn't understand what these idiots were trying to do. He was clearly the victim of the car accident; the car had clearly hit them. Now these cops and thugs were insisting they were also responsible, claiming that after the car was pulled from the water, no one was inside, the driver's fate was unknown, and it was unclear who hit whom. Since they couldn't find the other party, they were being blamed, so they were being pinned on them for the accident.

Lu Zhe utterly baffled by this banditry. You can't find the perpetrator, so you make the victim the perpetrator?

What kind of nonsense is this? Is there no law? He thought domestic laws were bad enough, but going abroad really opened his eyes. Here, their word is law. Arguing with these people was pointless; they simply said, "That's how our country's laws are." As a result, he was confined to the hospital, forbidden from leaving until he recovered, and required police approval to go anywhere. Returning home was out of the question. In reality, it was no different from imprisonment; he had been deprived of his personal freedom.

Even if they were the ones who caused the accident, they weren't the drivers, so they shouldn't be the ones causing trouble. But they couldn't say that. Mr. Guo had helped them so much, and now even his own son was in trouble because of them. If he hadn't been worried about them hiring a local driver, why would he have sent his own child to drive for them? So, they couldn't say that.

Later, when the company learned of the accident, they rushed to the hospital, wanting to transfer them back to a hospital in China for treatment. They negotiated with the police, but the police were very firm. They went to the consulate to try and smooth things over, and also through local overseas Chinese. Lü Zhe didn't know the specifics of how it all went, but he heard some things about how they were being cared for daily at the hospital.

Apparently, the police here handled traffic accidents with one principle: the side with more deaths was in the right. The Chinese side had three injured, while the other side was nowhere to be found—the situation on the other side was obviously more serious.

It turned out that the car that hit them that day was involved in some kind of bank robbery, gang fight, or terrorist incident—anything but good people, and the case was quite serious. Before hitting them on the bridge, they had just been in a gunfight and were fleeing. Police were chasing them, as was another group of people they had been fighting with. Before they even reached the bridge, their car crashed and plunged into the river. The car was later pulled out, but the people were never found. The police assumed they were either dead or had escaped; in short, the case was ruined.

As a result, the police blamed them, hoping to shift the blame onto them if the case remained unsolved. That

's why they were being held captive. The police completely disregarded the Chinese consulate; they simply wouldn't let them leave. This was their country, and a foreigner was nothing here. Knowing this, Lü Zhe was truly frightened. Wasn't this blatant disregard for human life? Did these people even respect the law? They did whatever they wanted, detaining whomever they pleased—it was worse than the wrongful imprisonments of feudal China. Although he was a Chinese citizen, this was foreign territory, and China's diplomatic missions were notoriously weak and incompetent internationally. If he were arrested, he might not be able to leave. If he really went to this godforsaken prison, it was hard to say whether he would come out alive. It was already so lawless outside; what would it be like inside?

The thought of being inexplicably embroiled in a murder case filled him with unease. Fortunately, the company leaders had come and said they were trying their best to resolve the matter, telling him not to overthink it. It was probably just the local police trying to extort some money; that was most likely the case. If that was the case, things wouldn't be difficult. The

more he thought about it, the more troubled he became, so he wanted a cigarette. Smoking was definitely prohibited in hospitals in China, but he didn't know if that rule applied here. He had a pack of cigarettes hidden under his pillow, secretly brought to him by Bai Peng.

He laboriously raised his arm to light the cigarette, and after taking two puffs, the door opened. Su Chen came in from outside, along with Hong Shitai.

Since his accident, Su Chen had come almost every day. Seemingly worried that the nurses here wouldn't take good care of him, Su Chen sometimes stayed by his bedside until night, to the point that Lü Zhe was worried about her safety. I don't know how safe this place is at night, but it's this chaotic during the day, you can imagine how it is at night. Staying here too late might lead to trouble on the way back to the hotel. Besides, his injury isn't serious, and the local cops are watching him, so Lü Zhe didn't want her to waste any more time here, always letting her leave after an hour at most.

It seems Hong Shitai brought her this time. Most of the time Su Chen comes, Hong Shitai accompanies her. Everyone at Dongxing Mining has a driver's license, but it's only valid in China. Only Hong Shitai has connections to drive here.

Su Chen looked even worse off than him, her face clouded with worry. Lü Zhe's injury was improving, but there was no sign of relief on her face. Lü Zhe could sense that she was suppressing some emotion. After being married for so long, he could sense the change in Su Chen. She definitely had something on her mind, but she hadn't said anything. That's Su Chen for you; she could keep everything bottled up inside. However, Lü Zhe didn't say anything. He understood his wife's worry; his situation was precarious, and the consequences of getting involved in a lawsuit were unimaginable. If Su Chen were in his shoes, he'd probably feel even worse than her.

After sitting for a while, he chatted with Hong Shitai. Hong Shitai patted his chest and told him that the company was looking for a tribal partner to help resolve the matter, telling him not to worry.

This news wasn't good or bad for Lü Zhe. Finding someone would be ideal, but his side clearly wasn't planning to continue the business with that party. With this grudge, it was hard to say whether they would be willing to help wholeheartedly. Helping was a favor, ignoring it was their right, they had no obligation. If the two sides were currently in close cooperation, that would be a different story; for now, it was better than nothing.

Su Chen listened quietly to their conversation, peeling an apple without saying a word. It seemed she didn't have much hope for this either. Hong Shitai's eloquent speech seemed to go unheard by her, leaving her with no reaction.

"Stop for a bit and then go back, it's getting late."

Su Chen's appearance today worried Lü Zhe; she seemed so distracted, probably too tired and hadn't rested well. Was she worrying too much about him? Su Chen silently finished peeling the apple for him, then stubbed out his cigarette.

"Don't smoke, your injury hasn't healed yet."

"The more I smoke, the faster my injury heals."

Lu Zhe tried to cheer her up, deliberately winking at her.

But Su Chen ignored him, her expression remaining blank. She snatched his pack of cigarettes from under his pillow.

"Where did you get these?"

Lu Zhe couldn't betray Bai Peng, so he insisted that another patient gave them to him, saying they were medicine, looking like cigarettes but actually being medicine to cure illnesses.

"You think smoking can cure illnesses? Does that mean I can live forever if I drink alcohol?"

Su Chen's mood was unusually bad today; no matter how he tried to cheer her up, there wasn't a trace of a smile on her face. Usually at home, these kinds of words would be a catalyst for livening up the atmosphere, but today they didn't work.

"Of course, there are statistics. Look, take us Chinese for example. Lin Biao didn't smoke or drink, and he lived to 63; Zhou Enlai drank but didn't smoke, and he lived to 73; Chairman Mao smoked but didn't drink, and he lived to 83. Deng Xiaoping smoked and drank, and he lived to 93. Zhang Xueliang indulged in all sorts of vices, and he lived to 103. This is a lesson from history, comrade..."

Lu Zhe's condescending tone failed to move Su Chen's blank expression. Her action was simply to pick up the cigarette and throw it directly into the outside trash can.

"Hey, you're being unreasonable..."

Lu Zhe's helpless protest came from behind the door, but Su Chen ignored him and went straight into the bathroom. Once inside, tears immediately streamed down her face. Her fists clenched tightly, and her jaw muscles bulged as she gritted her teeth. At that moment, her eyes and face were filled with disgust, shame, and a death wish. She really wanted to slap herself twice, or grab that bastard Hong Shitai and tear him to pieces.

This wasn't just an insult to Lü Zhe, but also a humiliation to herself. A man who had despicably raped her was now brazenly chatting with her husband. He must be laughing and mocking her husband inside. To Su Chen, this was no different from Hong Shitai raping her again in front of her husband. "

I slept with your wife, and you were completely unaware, trusting me so much. You even thanked me to my face. I must do it a few more times to repay your gratitude. Now that you're gone, I'll reluctantly take your wife's place. Then when you thank me later, I'll be even more satisfied..."

That man must be thinking...

Su Chen's face suddenly burned. How could she have thought of such a perverted, lewd, and unbelievable thing? She used to be ashamed, how could she have become like this? What did that bastard think? Su Chen, Su Chen, isn't thinking this perverted? How could you face your husband? He was still lying in the hospital bed…

She quickly took a few steps and went into the bathroom.

Hong Shitai came out from behind, saw her back, and a lewd smile appeared on his lips. He followed her, glancing left and right at the doorway before slipping inside.

“What are you doing?”

Feng Wu had just wiped away her tears when she was startled to see Hong Shitai enter. She instinctively turned and took two steps back, hiding in the corner, her arms raised defensively in front of her chest, glaring at him warily. It looked like she was ready to scream at the slightest provocation.

“Don’t be nervous. You don’t want your husband to hear, do you?”

Hong Shitai didn’t move closer, but his face wore that utterly repulsive smirk.

“Get out of my way.”

Su Chen regained her composure. This was a hospital; she didn’t believe Hong Shitai would dare to do anything to her here. She took two steps forward, wanting to leave, but Hong Shitai didn’t budge, blocking her path.

"What can you do if I don't move aside? Are you going to scream? Go ahead and scream, see what happens. Lu Zhe is so pitiful. While he lies in his hospital bed groaning in pain every day, his beautiful wife is having an affair with another man, desperately clinging to his body, sweating profusely as she makes love and moan—of course, lewd moaning. What do you think Lu Zhe would think if he saw these videos? Given his current physical and mental state, he's already wronged and depressed enough with this lawsuit. Wouldn't seeing this make him so angry he'd vomit blood, or even die of anger? Anyway, if it were me, seeing my wife committing adultery with another man like that, I would go crazy with rage."

As he spoke, Hong Shitai took out his phone again and watched the obscene video.

Su Chen's face turned pale instantly, whether from anger or fear, her lips trembled, tears welled in her eyes, and she clenched her fists, staring at him. Hong Shitai felt that if she had a knife, she might rush up and stab him twice.

"What exactly do you want?"

"Let's not talk about what I want first. Do you want your husband to be alright? The moment he's discharged from the hospital, he'll be locked up in jail. You've never been to a police station before, have you? Compared to the police stations here, detention centers in China are like heaven. Don't think that just because China is a great power and you are citizens of a great power, you're nothing here. They can arrest you whenever they want, and the consulate or embassy won't help. They don't care, you know? Just wait and see, there won't be any going back."

"You...you have a way?"

Su Chen understood Hong Shitai's implication. Thinking about it, it made sense. This guy had been here for a few years, and his connections were definitely stronger than those of them, country bumpkins unfamiliar with the place. Maybe he really did have a way? Was this his purpose, using this as leverage to continue possessing her?

He wanted her to beg him...that was his goal. Su Chen hardly hesitated. If he could really get Lü Zhe out of this mess, she would accept any more grievances.

“Of course I have a way, but why should I help you? Do you know what I want?”

“You want…me?”

Su Chen asked tentatively, unable to suppress her shame despite her best efforts. Of course, she didn’t intend to be too rash; before confirming Hong Shitai’s ability to help her, she wanted to try her best to take the initiative.

However, Hong Shitai unexpectedly laughed, with a clear hint of disdain.

"Do you think you're so outstanding? Or do you think you're the most charming woman I've ever met? I, Hong Shitai, have traveled all over the world for over a decade. What kind of woman haven't I seen? Aren't you overestimating yourself? To be honest, I just want to play around with you. I'm looking for a woman to relieve my boredom during my time in Africa. After that, we'll go our separate ways. That's all there is to our relationship . You don't think I'm trying to cling to you, do you?"

Hong Shitai's words were unexpected for Su Chen. In fact, this was exactly what she was worried about. She was afraid that Hong Shitai would keep bothering her and ruin her marriage. But hearing what he said, although the strong sense of humiliation and belittling was very grating to her ears, she felt relieved. However, the feeling of shame intensified.

Her face turned red to the roots of her ears. Just now, she had practically offered herself up, only to be rejected. This feeling was indescribable; she wanted to find a crack in the ground to disappear into.

"So what exactly do you want? What's the point of filming those videos?"

Even she herself didn't realize that her tone had become a little strange, as if her pride had been hurt, and she was exasperated, with a hint of disappointment and indignation.

"Don't you know what my purpose is? What are we here in Africa for? My purpose is to make this deal a success, that's all. Of course, this requires your help."

"What?"

Su Chen stared at him in surprise, suspecting the kid had lost his mind and was spouting nonsense. This mining deal was doomed from every angle; it was clearly a trap. Who would be foolish enough to knowingly jump into a boiling oil vat? The other managers had already realized this. They couldn't sign the contract according to the original terms; a contract had to be amended. But this was an irreconcilable point of contention, so even Su Chen knew it was hopeless.

"Unless they amend the contract, we won't sign."

"The contract won't be changed."

Hong Shitai's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resolute tone.

"What? That's impossible."

Su Chen now genuinely wondered if Hong Shitai had lost his mind, rambling on and on. Besides, what did this have to do with Lü Zhe?

"Why not? Once you handle this, someone will naturally smooth things over for you regarding your husband."

"You're dreaming! Me, handle this? How? What makes me think I can handle this?"

Su Chen truly didn't understand what Hong Shitai was talking about. "Who do you think I am? I'm not the general manager, how can I make decisions? Do you think those other executives will listen to me? Have you lost your mind?"

"I didn't say you had to handle your side of the people, I meant the other side."

"The other side… you mean those tribal chiefs? "

Su Chen's eyes widened. Now she really thought Hong Shitai had lost his mind. "That's even more impossible. Me, go and ask them to change the contract? Do they even know who I am?"

"I said the contract won't be changed."

"Won't be changed? Oh, so you mean the other side doesn't want to sign with us, not that we don't want to sign with them, right? Even with the current contract, if we wanted to sign, they wouldn't let us cooperate, right? Is our company cheap?"

“Exactly.”

Hong Shitai’s face held a look that said, “You’ve finally figured it out.”

Su Chen had never heard of such an absurd thing before, and he looked at Hong Shitai as if he were a madman.

“Don’t disbelieve me, you’ll see how accurate my prediction is. Your company will definitely sign this contract, and they’ll be begging them to sign it. But right now, they don’t want to sign with you, and the condition is you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, remember that chief? He’s got his eye on you.”

Su Chen recalled the chief’s appearance: flabby muscles, fat head and big ears, deep eye bags—he looked like a lecherous old rogue who had overindulged in alcohol and women. Looking at Su Chen, he seemed to want to immediately put him in bed, filled with lust.

Wait! Got his eye on… me!

Are you kidding me? You want me to sleep with that guy? I’ve already been raped by you, Hong Shitai, enough of a disgrace. And you want me to sell my body to please that black old lecher? Do you think I’m a prostitute? Look at that guy, all dark and grimy, like a gas cylinder come to life. Even from a distance, he smells weird, let alone... Ugh! A toad trying to eat swan meat! That guy doesn't look clean at all. Africa has so many weird diseases, like Ebola, AIDS, and stuff like that. What if I sleep with him and catch some kind of weird disease? It's disgusting. Just thinking about it gives

me goosebumps. What the hell did I do in my past life to deserve this kind of bad luck? Su Chen felt like vomiting. This was even more disgusting than stepping in poop.

If I were to be violated by that guy, I'd rather be violated by this despicable Hong Shitai in front of me. At least this guy is younger and stronger than him... What am I thinking?

"No, I won't do it!"

Su Chen immediately refused.

"Think it through. He's the one who can help you, or more precisely, the one who can help your husband."

"He..."

"Yes, he's a tribal chief, a local tyrant, with considerable influence throughout the country. If he intervenes, your husband's traffic accident will be a piece of cake. Think about it, everyone's happy—the contract will be signed smoothly, your husband will be saved, everyone's satisfied. He's already said that if you agree, he'll take responsibility for getting your husband out."

"Who told him? I don't know anything

about this." "Of course, he wouldn't tell your company. He told me. Didn't I say your company was planning to ask him for help? I went as his representative. These were his conditions: to save your husband, you have to make a sacrifice and make him happy."

"Even so, how do you know we can sign the contract smoothly? To me, it's impossible."

"You're just an employee; there are some things you can't understand. Anyway, just do as I say, and everything will be fine. It's better than you sitting here doing nothing. Without action, nothing will change."

Su Chen lowered her head and remained silent.

"You have a choice. First, you can do nothing. Your husband might face legal trouble, and regardless of anything else, this video will definitely end up in his hands. You should know what the consequences will be then. Second, listen to me. In the end, everyone will be fine. Your trip won't be in vain; they've given you a check. As long as you go, the check is yours—consider it compensation. And this video will be permanently deleted, never to appear in your life again. You and Lü Zhe can go back to China and continue your lives. Everything in Africa will be as if it never happened. The choice is yours."

Hong Shitai handed the check to Su Chen. Su Chen looked at the number on it, her heart pounding. After hesitating for a moment, she still reached out and took it.

Anyway, I have no choice now… I can't just watch Lü Zhe get into trouble.

"I don't know why you're so sure you'll sign the contract, but I can't guarantee it. I'll go, but my goal is to save my husband. As for the contract you mentioned, that's not something I can guarantee."

"I understand. Just go." "How will I go? When and where?" "I'll tell you. Just wait for my call." After Hong Shitai finished speaking, he suddenly leaned forward, pressing his body against Su Chen's chest, his hand around her waist, and his small hand pressing against her lower abdomen through her skirt. "

What are you doing!" Su Chen was startled at first, then tried to push him away. But she was surprised to find that she didn't seem so repulsed by this man anymore. Maybe it was because she thought of that African chief who was like Pigsy from Journey to the West, or maybe it was because he had said he wouldn't bother her anymore. Her originally heavy and suppressed emotions seemed to be relaxing. If she could solve these problems once and for all, she could grit her teeth and bear it. So, whether it happened once or twice didn't seem to make much difference. Feeling Hong Shitai's hand slip under her skirt and caress her thigh, she felt a strange thrill mixed with tension and shame, a burning sensation in her lower body. Since her body was already impure, and she was going to be defiled by that disgusting chieftain anyway, what did it matter if he took her one more time? After returning home, everything that happened here would be sealed in her memory, never to reappear in her life, so indulging herself a little now wouldn't hurt. Anyway, she wasn't the same person she used to be. As long as Lü Zhe didn't know, she was still the same person. Right, all of this was for Lü Zhe; she had no choice. He would understand; she had a clear conscience…

Hong Shitai's fingers touched his underwear, gently rubbing his vulva through the fabric. Su Chen's buttocks trembled from the stimulation, her thighs involuntarily lifting, only to be caught by Hong Shitai's other hand. Her sexy black stockings pressed against Hong Shitai's waist, and he pinned her against the wall, his hands moving even more intensely below, their bodies pressed even closer together.

"Not here, let's go back to the hotel..."

Su Chen was surprised at herself for saying such a thing, without even a few words of feigned refusal. Had she become so wanton that she didn't even recognize herself? A wave of shame washed over her, then transformed into a stimulating sensual pleasure.

“No, I’ll stay right here this time.”

Hong Shitai rubbed Su Chen’s thighs, encased in stockings, and slowly moved into the stall. He closed the door, sat on the toilet, and positioned Su Chen as if she were straddling his lap. His hands moved up her thighs, pulling aside her skirt and kneading her full, firm, white buttocks, only to discover she was wearing sexy black lace panties.

“Wow, dressed so sexy, did you wear this specifically for your husband to see?”

Su Chen didn’t speak, but instead rubbed and twisted on Hong Shitai’s lap, pressing against his groin, rubbing against his already erect penis through his pants. Her chest was pressed against his chest, her hands on his shoulders, her eyes closed, her expression one of shame, yet also a mixture of excitement and anger. His

fingers slipped inside her panties, moving between her buttocks. Su Chen opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and let out a soft, humming moan. But she immediately realized what was happening, and the moan abruptly stopped.

"Don't get too excited, someone might hear us."

Hong Shitai grinned wickedly, his hands completely pulling down her panties, relentlessly violating Su Chen's sensitive genitals. Su Chen's buttocks writhed restlessly, seemingly aroused or uncomfortable by his actions, a mixture of pleasure and repulsion. Her legs, straddling his lower abdomen, clenched tightly, and Hong Shitai could feel her trembling slightly.

"Hurry up..."

Su Chen whispered urgently. This place filled her with tension, trepidation, shame, and unease, yet unexpectedly, there was an unimaginable stimulation—a stimulation that wasn't just psychological but directly affected her physical reaction. She never imagined she would be like this, being harassed and violated in this place by a man other than her husband, constantly in danger of being discovered, and yet she had let it happen without resistance.

Did she secretly desire this? Did she possess a lewd side she had never been aware of? Had she fallen? Or was this her hidden nature?

Suddenly, she felt a surge of fear, all her wild thoughts vanishing instantly. The physical sensation she'd just felt disappeared; all she wanted was to end it all as quickly as possible.

Hong Shitai was enjoying the sensation of kneading Su Chen's buttocks when Su Chen suddenly pushed his shoulder away, then lifted her shirt, revealing two round breasts bound by a sexy black lace bra, trembling and very elastic. Then, her hands quickly began to pull at his belt, soon unbuckling it. She pulled down the zipper, then reached inside, grasping the hard lump of flesh. Pulling it out, she saw a hard, erect penis, like an energetic rocket, standing erect, veins bulging, menacing and menacing.

Su Chen threw off her skirt, pulled down her underwear and stuffed it into her bag. Then, with a blank expression, she spread her legs and prepared to sit on it as if sitting on a toilet. However, Hong Shitai pushed her off him, turning her into a kneeling position in front of him. He gestured to her with his erect and throbbing genitals, saying, "Use your hands and mouth."

Su Chen, having been married to Lü Zhe for years, understood perfectly what this meant. However, she had always served Lü Zhe. As for Hong Shitai, although they had had physical relations, it had been under the influence of lustful thoughts. Now, in a conscious state, the shame was amplified. She first grabbed a masturbator and masturbated for a while. This was the first time she had actively touched Hong Shitai's genitals. This man's penis seemed thicker than her husband Lü Zhe's when erect; she wondered if she could handle it. In fact, during sex, she felt that her husband, Lü Zhe, was the perfect length, able to deeply rub her G-spot without causing discomfort. She began to imagine that the man before her was her husband, and that this thick, hard, unfamiliar penis belonged to him.

Hong Shitai was quite pleased with himself; he had finally managed to win over this young woman. Actually, his interest in Su Chen wasn't as great as Su Chen thought. While there was lust involved, there was also Lü Zhe.

Although their contact hadn't been very long, he believed he understood Lü Zhe. Such men weren't hard to see through. Those who had served in the military often possessed a soldier's strength, meticulousness, and unwavering resolve in the face of difficulties. They were responsible, valued relationships highly, and absolutely wouldn't tolerate betrayal. Such a man was an ideal choice; his relationship with Su Chen was merely a ploy to lure him in.

In his plan, Lü Zhe was a key figure who would play a crucial role, and he was confident he could bring this man into his proper role.

“Use your mouth…”

Hong Shitai ran his hand through Su Chen’s hair, pressing her down. Su Chen obediently lay between his legs, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue to lick and suck Hong Shitai’s strong penis. She was no stranger to this; she often did this kind of foreplay when she made love with Lü Zhe. She skillfully licked the glans, scraping it with her tongue. For some reason, she felt a little nauseous because the hard flesh exuding a strong sexual odor was not the scent of her familiar husband. She instinctively felt a little disgusted by this unfamiliar smell.

But in the end, she suppressed her physical reaction, opened her mouth wide, and took the glans in, moving her head up and down while swallowing and spitting it out. At the same time, she continued to stroke the shaft with her hand, occasionally stimulating the testicles. If only she could make him ejaculate as soon as possible, even if it was in his mouth or on his face, she could just wash it off. She didn’t want him to ejaculate inside her vagina. Who knew if he was wearing a condom? Even if he ejaculated outside, just thinking about his penis churning and rubbing inside her vagina, his secretions mixing with her own, made her feel dirty and guilty.

Hong Shitai breathed heavily, enjoying the woman's skill. He couldn't deny that this woman was adept; it was clear she wasn't a novice at oral sex. He envied Lü Zhe's good fortune, grabbing her hair and shaking it up and down, fully savoring the pleasure of sucking.

The sound of a door opening and footsteps came from outside. Su Chen heard this and froze, stopping her movements. She was kneeling on the floor, her coat unbuttoned, the front open, her skirt lifted to her buttocks, revealing sexy black panties, black stockings, and high heels. Anyone paying attention would see through the gap under the partition two sexy legs in black stockings and high heels kneeling on the floor—a seductive and provocative scene, full of erotic mystery.

Su Chen's heart nearly jumped out of her throat. If anyone saw her like this, she'd rather die. Especially with her husband Lü Zhe here. What had she been thinking? She must have been bewitched. How could she not have thought of such obvious danger? How could she not have refused? Was she afraid of him? Or was she just giving up? She was definitely afraid of him; she didn't dare refuse anything he said. But there was something else...

She felt like she had become somewhat shameless in front of him. Was it because he had defiled her? Or had she really fallen?

Footsteps faded away, and the door opened again. Su Chen let out a long sigh. She suddenly didn't want to continue. The fear of being discovered outweighed her fear of Hong Shitai. She stood up, straightened her skirt, and tried to button her clothes, but Hong Shitai wasn't going to let her go. He stood up as well and grabbed her face-to-face.

"Oh...no...don't...not here...let me go..."

Su Chen struggled a few times, but Hong Shitai held her tightly, and she couldn't break free with her strength. Besides, she didn't dare to really struggle; she just twisted her body a few times. This feeble twisting only aroused the man's lust.

Hong Shitai greedily pressed his lips against Su Chen's, frantically biting her face and mouth. Then, with one hand, he lifted her skirt, and with the other, he reached into her panties, his fingers probing and probing inside her labia. It wasn't wet, but his fingers still began to wriggle, searching for her clitoris. After dozens of strokes, Su Chen began to moan and breathe heavily, her body convulsing against the wall, whether from pain or genuine excitement, it was hard to tell.

"Maybe that was your husband just now..."

Hong Shitai whispered in Su Chen's ear. Su Chen shuddered, tears welling in her eyes, but she didn't utter a word. Then, Hong Shitai pulled her panties down to her knees, then made her lift her leg to remove them, hanging them on her left ankle. His body pressed completely against hers, his lower abdomen against her crotch, forcing her legs apart. Then, with a sudden thrust, Su Chen felt her lower body being stretched open, a thick, hot, hard object being forced in, completely filling her passage. Pain mixed with stimulating pleasure surged through her brain like an electric current. She involuntarily let out a long groan, as if sighing. Then, she covered her mouth with her hand, forcing herself to stop making a sound.

Hong Shitai's genitals were completely buried in the flesh of Su Chen's vagina. He was also unable to resist his lust. He didn't take off her top anymore, but just stood there, still dressed, holding her, and began to thrust into her body. With each thrust, he pushed hard inside. Her vagina gripped his penis, the layers of flesh folds tightly clamping the base of his penis, scraping against the shaft with his movements. The pleasure was so intense that he couldn't stop. He rubbed and squeezed with each thrust, and the lust in his lower abdomen reached the edge of release with each friction of flesh against flesh.

Su Chen was breathless from his thrusts. Each time he reached the very back, it felt like her body was being stretched open, but the pleasure was undeniable. His thrusts reached her G-spot, and she was now uncontrollably secreting fluid, making his movements even smoother.

Hong Shitai's hands cupped Su Chen's thighs, the wide lace of her black stockings creating a striking sensual contrast with her white thighs, stimulating the man's nerves. He forcefully lifted Su Chen's legs, pinning her against the wall, her body dangling over his lower abdomen. Su Chen had no choice but to hook her arms around his neck. Hong Shitai, using this lewd and stimulating position, relied entirely on his waist and leg strength to clamp her sexy black-stockinged legs around his waist, rapidly swinging his body to thrust his penis into her vagina as if it were lubricated with oil.

Su Chen felt waves of spasms coursing through her body, the pleasure building uncontrollably until she actually climaxed. She was being raped in the toilet by this despicable and evil man, and yet she was brought to orgasm.

A strong sense of shame and hatred washed over her, but the orgasm still came uncontrollably.

She had never known she could reach orgasm under such circumstances…

As the orgasm arrived, tears welled up in her eyes again, and she bit down hard on Hong Shitai's shoulder.

Hong Shitai felt Su Chen trembling, her muscles stiffening and contracting rhythmically, her vagina contracting repeatedly, and a sharp pain shooting through his shoulder. The pain fueled his animalistic urges; he grabbed her body and began to thrust violently, slamming her against the wall with each thud. Finally, Su Chen felt his body shudder, and before she realized what was happening, a large gush of hot fluid had already entered her… (

Episode 8, March 1st

) A few minutes later, the two separated, straightened their clothes, and Hong Shitai left first, followed by Su Chen. The flush on her face hadn't faded, her hair was still damp with sweat clinging to her forehead, her legs were still burning, and her underwear was wet and sticky, uncomfortable—the semen that hadn't been expelled earlier had seeped out again with her movements, sticking to her underwear.

She wanted to go back to Lü Zhe's ward, but ultimately didn't; she felt too ashamed to see her husband. She left in the end.

After they both left, Bai Peng peeked out from around the corner of the corridor, watching their retreating figures with a puzzled expression. He had only ever seen scenes of sex in toilets in pornographic films, but he never expected to encounter it in real life, especially in a foreign hospital while visiting Lü Zhe. He had sensed something was wrong when he entered the toilet, and had caught a glimpse of two sexy legs in black stockings. He didn't dare linger, so he hid outside, wanting to secretly see what the woman looked like, while his mind wandered into wild fantasies.

But when he saw that it was actually Lü Zhe's wife, Su Chen, and Hong Shitai who came out, his mind went blank. He'd already been a little flustered when Hong Shitai came out, and now seeing Su Chen too, he was completely bewildered.

These two…it couldn't be, could it? After all, he hadn't really seen their faces while he was inside.

He went back into the restroom, but it was empty.

Damn it…these two are shameless, utterly lewd! Brother Lü is still lying in the hospital bed, and this bitch is here messing around with someone else? What a fucking slut…

A surge of anger rose in Bai Peng's chest. He'd come to Africa for tourism, and of all the people in the group, the only one he liked, the only one he could talk to, was Lü Zhe. He'd already considered Lü Zhe a friend. Now, seeing Lü Zhe being cuckolded, and Su Chen and Hong Shitai's behavior being so despicable, he almost wanted to rush out and beat the adulterous couple to a pulp.

What to do…should he tell Brother Lü about this? If he didn't speak up, it would be too pitiful for him to be kept in the dark. But if he did speak up, it concerned his dignity; was it appropriate for him to do it himself?

He stood at the door of Lü Zhe's hospital room, hesitating…

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On the same day, on the other side of the world, at Frankfurt Airport, around 7 PM.

Feng Wu followed the flow of people off the plane, seeing German customs police waiting in the distance. Frankfurt and Paris were alike, especially Frankfurt Airport, which was notorious for discriminating against Chinese people traveling abroad, simply because it was a monopoly. Hamburg Airport didn't have direct flights to China, and although Air Berlin had flights from Beijing to Düsseldorf and Hainan Airlines had flights to Berlin, neither was a significant player. So, here, the big players bullied their customers, and Chinese people generally had no choice but to swallow their anger.

After a thrilling journey in Africa and a successful pirate operation, Feng Wu was ordered to return home. First, she went to Hong Kong, then transferred to South Korea, and finally returned to Beijing. Upon returning, she received another order to immediately travel to Europe, a task personally assigned to her by Gao Shan. Gao Shan was her superior, one of the most influential figures in the First Bureau whom Feng Wu could contact, and the only one among her superiors whom she felt she could respect.

This trip to Europe was to deliver a laptop; someone was to meet her in Frankfurt. Feng Wu obtained a genuine Apple laptop from technicians at the Fifth Bureau. It contained a special positioning device that could emit a specific signal at a specific time, a signal that could be received by China's "weather monitoring satellite" over the Indian Ocean.

Feng Wu was genuinely suspicious. The Fifth Bureau specialized in technical intelligence. During the bombing of the Yugoslav embassy, the US bombs were actually aimed at them, but they had preemptively removed the F-117 fragments from the embassy. There were also Fifth Bureau personnel involved in dismantling the aircraft during the South China Sea collision incident. These people rarely participated in the operations of other departments; why would they interfere in the First Bureau's operations? Was this a joint operation between the two? If so, it must be a large-scale operation.

However, it's still much better than going to that godforsaken place in Africa again.

Soon, the police arrived and began checking her passport and visa. Feng Wu had a business visa, and her identity was fake; it was arranged by the department, whose ability to send people abroad was far superior to those of overseas agencies, and the visa had been obtained in just a few days. The two policemen, while sizing up the beautiful woman before them, casually asked some pointless questions: Where is your destination? How many days do you plan to stay in Germany? Who will pay for your expenses? etc.

Feng Wu answered fluently. Perhaps sensing that this beautiful woman didn't seem to have any ulterior motives, the two policemen reluctantly withdrew their admiring gazes and returned her documents.

Following the exit signs to the immigration area border control counter, there was a long queue for the non-EU area. After finally reaching the front, and repeating a bunch of the same pointless questions, she was finally stamped and cleared. After all that trouble, it was almost 9 pm when she finally exited the airport, but Feng Wu soon met her contact, a senior agent from the First General Bureau's European Division.

This senior officer appeared unremarkable, with the face of a very ordinary middle-aged Eastern man, and a receding hairline. However, in a fair comparison, Feng Wuzhao couldn't match him in rank, achievements, or experience.

This deputy bureau-level agent was once the pride of the Ministry of State Security; his true identity was that of a top-tier contributor within the First Bureau and even the entire Ministry of State Security system. Unlike those who merely paid lip service to serving the people, this veteran revolutionary truly dedicated himself to the interests of his country, working tirelessly and selflessly. In the 1980s, he went to West Germany and, through his own efforts, built an intelligence network composed of German-born agents who continue to provide valuable technical intelligence to China. It's worth noting that due to racial differences, the Ministry of State Security's efforts to develop non-Chinese intelligence agents abroad have always been fraught with difficulties and yielded few results.

But this senior officer, with his astonishing psychological manipulation skills and exceptionally proficient German, cultivated a group of highly valuable spies. His achievements over 30 years could probably fill an entire room.

Feng Wu had always felt that people like him, or talents like Gao Shan, should be leaders in the First Bureau's offices. Compared to them, the current bureaucrats were utterly incompetent. Sitting in their comfortable offices every day, they were oblivious to the hardships faced by the agents below, and to the actual situation on the ground. They issued one unrealistic and fanciful order after another, wasting national resources, yet acting as if they were omnipotent. Feng Wu even doubted whether those people truly understood the work of espionage. Sometimes she wondered what would happen if they were in her shoes to carry out her mission.

After meeting this impressive deputy bureau-level official and successfully handing over the goods, Feng Wu was instructed to remain in place and assist. After a brief explanation, Feng Wu finally understood the general objective of the First Bureau's operation: the high-temperature superconducting electromagnetic device that the Japanese had purchased from Europe.

In the field of controlled nuclear fusion research, Japan was recognized worldwide as one of the leading technological nations. Controlled nuclear fusion is a major technological challenge for humanity in utilizing nuclear energy. Traditional nuclear power plants generate electricity using energy from uranium fission, but cannot utilize the more powerful yet difficult-to-control nuclear fusion effect. Controlled nuclear fusion technology aims to artificially limit the scale and speed of the fusion reaction. Japan's leading advantage in this area lies in its possession of the world's most advanced nuclear fusion experimental device: the Helical Fusion Experimental Facility. However, another major challenge in controlled nuclear fusion technology is the need for a large-scale magnetic field generator. The European Organization for Nuclear Research (CERN), a world leader in superconducting technology, possesses leading and unique technology in this area.

Last year, experts from CERN reached an agreement with their Japanese counterparts to exchange the Japanese-made Helical Fusion Facility for European superconducting magnets to promote the development of controlled nuclear fusion technology in both countries.

This agreement was ultimately approved by both governments, and the equipment exchange is planned to be completed soon.

Previously, technical exchanges between Chinese nuclear physicists and their European counterparts in this area had been deliberately severed. China had already demonstrated its unique permanent magnet technology to its European counterparts, but the Europeans unilaterally broke the agreement without giving the Chinese any corresponding compensation, instead turning their attention to the Japanese. Since this technical exchange was a key component of the 863 Torch Program, the government officials, feeling thoroughly cheated, were furious and ordered the Ministry of Security to seize the technical equipment involved in the agreement. Moreover, it was undeniable that due to their respective weight limitations, the transportation of these two large sets of equipment would most likely involve sea transport between Japan and Europe in the Gulf of Aden; the Ministry of Security's plan was clearly a matter of force.

"So it's nuclear technology..."

Feng Wu gasped in shock. This was a truly massive operation. No wonder the higher-ups had invested so much and taken such a huge risk; they were after nuclear technology.

The value of this technology was immeasurable—hundreds of millions, perhaps even tens of billions, and countless years of time couldn't buy it.

Action had to be taken as quickly as possible, as intelligence indicated that the Japanese science attaché in Germany was actively arranging the shipment of the superconducting electromagnetic device. This further impressed Su Chen with this deputy director-level official. The European Organization for Nuclear Research (CERN) was traditionally dominated by France, and the fact that the device wasn't shipped from a French port but instead secretly arrived in Germany for loading was clearly a meticulously planned cover, yet it still hadn't escaped the deputy director-level official's intelligence network.

According to headquarters' instructions, after obtaining the laptop, the European team was to find a way to install the special instrument onto the electromagnetic device. The deputy director-level official had a Chinese-American intelligence agent at CERN (many Chinese scientists work at the CERN; its former director was a renowned Chinese-American physicist and Nobel laureate). This agent was not only one of the senior engineers in equipment manufacturing but could also directly oversee the final maintenance before shipment.

However, after learning about the CERN's security measures from the intelligence agent, they all felt the plan was too risky. To prevent staff from accidentally bringing in metal objects that could cause serious accidents during equipment operation, the center has specialized equipment to inspect personnel entering the core laboratory. This means that the positioning device invented by the science-obsessed people at the Fifth Bureau, whose actual effectiveness is still unknown, is likely to be detected by metal detectors. It might even result in the deputy director losing a crucial technical intelligence officer instead of being able to

locate the target. Upon learning this bad news, Feng Wu realized the seriousness of the situation and gained a new understanding of the potential difficulties of this mission. However, the experienced deputy director was not discouraged. In fact, he had long anticipated that the plan devised by the bureaucrats at headquarters might not work, and he also knew that preparations for a backup plan had already begun on the African continent. Now it was time to request headquarters to implement another plan.

Clearly, this deputy director had a knack for dealing with those at headquarters; somehow, headquarters approved his plan without much effort. The plan wasn't actually complicated. Since they couldn't work on the equipment, they had to focus on the transportation. It was confirmed that the target device would be loaded onto a ship in Germany, but the specific port, shipping company, ship, and security company responsible for escorting it were all unknown. According to their informant at the center, the target device would leave the testing center within 10 days.

Time was of the essence. Feng Wu didn't know how the backup plan would proceed, but she received orders from headquarters to immediately return to country E in Africa. She was given a contact address; headquarters would notify her when it was needed.

Feng Wu had no objections and could only obey orders, ending her short European trip before she even had a chance to experience its charm. But she was excited because she knew she would definitely return. For highly classified missions, the fewer people involved, the less likely it was to leak. She was already involved, and there would definitely be more missions in the future. Perhaps she would directly install equipment on the target ship, or even participate in a hijacking; she certainly wouldn't be playing a minor role like she was now. Having such heavyweight operational experience means taking another solid step towards becoming a senior agent.

She had always believed that with her abilities and the training she had received, she was destined for future advancement. Otherwise, why bother training herself so hard? Others might think she should be content with her young age and a deputy section chief position, but Feng Wu didn't see it that way. She was North Korean, and to succeed in this society full of Chinese people, she had to put in ten times the effort of others. Gao Shan, her mentor, had discovered her as a defector North Korean agent, pulled her out of a brothel in Dandong, and nurtured her. He had also strongly recommended her for this operation, and she had to prove herself and

Gao

Shan

through her actions… ********** ...

Perhaps it was her own fault; she had changed, and now she saw others differently. She had come here against her will to visit him, her husband, and then she was going to offer herself to another man, an African native at that. And not just one man; this meant she would be cuckolding her husband more than once. In the past, she would never have believed she could have done so many things to betray her husband and still deceive him without batting an eye. Yet, just now, at his bedside, she hadn't even blushed or felt a pang of guilt. She truly didn't know she still possessed such power. Had she really changed, or was this still the same person she once was?

Now she was going to face that disgusting tribal chief, like a convict walking to the execution ground—what's meant to happen will happen. She would grit her teeth and bear it, close her eyes and endure it tonight; tomorrow would be alright.

The car drove through the city, not returning to the hotel, but instead heading to an upscale residential area where many wealthy white residents lived. The car stopped in front of an unassuming red-brick building. Hong Shitai parked the car and went to the door with Su Chen. The door looked unremarkable from the outside, even somewhat dilapidated. However, there was a security camera above the door pointing directly at it.

They rang the doorbell, and a burly black man who looked like a bodyguard came out. Su Chen noticed a gun tucked into his waistband; clearly, Hong Shitai knew him. The burly man, seeing it was him, immediately let them in.

Su Chen's heart was in her chest; she kept reminding herself to be calm and not be afraid. But when she saw the chief, she almost turned and ran. This guy looked like a pervert; he was naked, his black, fat body exposed, sitting on a high-end leather sofa, holding a black SM whip. Upon seeing Su Chen, he leered, like a tiger that hadn't eaten for two months seeing a lamb.

"As agreed, I've brought her,"

Hong Shitai said, handing Su Chen over like an item being handed over.

The chief chuckled, stood up, and, completely naked, swaggered over to Su Chen, circling her a few times as if admiring a piece of merchandise, his face filled with lustful hunger. Then, he impatiently waved to Hong Shitai, signaling him to leave.

Hong Shitai, of course, wouldn't stand in the way and turned to leave.

"You...you'll help my husband, won't you?"

Despite her fear, Su Chen had to speak up; otherwise, her trip wouldn't have been in vain. Her husband, Lü Zhe, was her top priority, and she needed to be certain. She had no right to negotiate; if he used her and then reneged, she would be powerless. She was gambling with her body; it was the only option she could think of.

"That depends on you,"

the chief said, seemingly completely captivated by her.

"I'll do as you say..."

Su Chen surrendered.

"I'm warning you, this won't end anytime soon..."

The chief grabbed Su Chen's chin and lifted her face, forcing it close to hers. He took a deep breath, his face flushed with ecstasy as if he were under the influence of drugs. Then, suddenly, he became like a beast, grabbing Su Chen's clothes and tearing them open, buttons popping off. Su Chen was startled and instinctively covered her chest with her hands, but her arms were forcibly pulled away, then her skirt. Su Chen closed her eyes, trembling as she stood there, suppressing her fear and not trying to escape. She knew she couldn't escape; even if she did, she couldn't run away. All she could do now was grit her teeth and endure the torment to come...

A dozen minutes later, Hong Shitai was in another room.

Inside, a large LCD screen on the wall displayed secret surveillance equipment, faithfully recording the lewd and perverse acts between the chief and Su Chen. The footage showed the chief frantically licking between Su Chen's legs, while Su Chen wore a specially made black shiny leather hood, only her nostrils and mouth visible. Her hands were bound and fixed to a specially designed chair, resembling a masochist in a BDSM game. Simultaneously, the chief's erotic whip relentlessly lashed her body.

Hong Shitai looked at the screen, let out a long sigh, and turned to the young black man beside him, sipping red wine and watching the spectacle. "I must admit, your brother has quite unique taste."

The chief's brother smirked disdainfully. "That's all he's good at."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Is that enough? Your plan..."

"Don't worry, you'll get what you want. Have you contacted William?"

"He's not in the country right now, but everything is going according to plan. The Chinese should have already started making moves. Beijing has a very efficient intelligence network hidden in Europe. Whatever they want to do, they will eventually achieve their goal. They'll find a way; we don't need to worry about that."

"The signing can't change in any way."

"My brother never cares about business. All he's ever done is sit on this gold mine, play around with women, and squander it. If I tell him to sign, he'll sign."

Hong Shitai shifted his gaze to the bar by the other wall, where a fit and slender blonde European woman sat on a high stool. Seeing his gaze fall on her, she raised her glass to him. She deliberately crossed her legs, revealing her fair and sexy thighs between her red tight-fitting short skirt and the wide band of black stockings. Her pointed high-heeled ankle boots twitched, and her eyes and brows exuded a seductive allure, her provocative intent obvious.

Most men who saw this woman would immediately think of lust. But Hong Shitai was not one of them.

This woman, seemingly harmless on the surface, was actually a cold-blooded and ruthless witch, her personality unpredictable. She might be flirting with you one moment, and the next, while your penis was still inside her, she could kill you without batting an eye. As one of the most lethal female mercenaries in the world, this woman could probably be considered one of the most dangerous women in the world. Perhaps one day, if asked to drop an atomic bomb somewhere, she would do it without hesitation. This woman was born for killing and bloodshed.

Even though she was on his side, Hong Shitai didn't want to get too involved with her.

The view returned to the screen. Su Chen was now wearing a black leather collar and a long silver chain, black fishnet stockings, and knee-high black high-heeled boots. She was crawling on the ground like a dog, while the chief, in a horse stance, slowly and deliberately thrust into her buttocks, occasionally dripping candle wax onto her. Her bare back was speckled with red wax.

Then, the chief's movements suddenly intensified. He gripped Su Chen's slender waist, letting out wild breaths, and frantically pounded into her buttocks. After a few thrusts, he suddenly stopped, only his waist twitching and swaying—clearly, he had ejaculated at the moment of orgasm. Su Chen let out a seductive moan, her whole body trembling as if in spasms, before quickly collapsing.

“It’s over…”

Hong Shitai felt these videos were enough. But when the chief pulled out of Su Chen’s body, he found that the guy was still erect.

“He took drugs. Without drugs, he couldn’t even last five minutes.”

The chief’s brother’s tone was full of obvious contempt.

“Okay, cheers to the future chief.”

Hong Shitai felt there was no need to watch anymore. Although he liked sex and had been with many women, he just couldn’t accept sadomasochism. He raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, then left the room. At this moment, on the screen, the chief was holding a huge syringe, a perverted smile on his lips, slowly approaching Su Chen, who was panting on the ground. The latter was trying to clean the sticky secretions and thick semen that smelled fishy between his legs…

Inside the VIP room.

The chief and Su Chen were unaware that their every move was being broadcast live. The chief’s genitals were covered in sticky secretions, black and shiny, and were morbidly erect, trembling as he walked. The syringe in his hand was thick, looking like it was for large livestock. Su Chen, panting on the ground, was startled when she saw it. She had been wiping the sticky residue between her legs with her hands, but now she forgot about that and sat up, instinctively covering her buttocks with her hands.

"You... what are you doing?"

In her panic, she spoke in Chinese, then realized the other person didn't understand her.

"Slave, who told you to sit up? Lie down. I'm going to fuck your asshole."

The chieftain was overjoyed at Su Chen's appearance. He loved seeing the fearful and pleading expressions of the women he abused; their painful struggles greatly stimulated his lust. This woman couldn't be his sex slave because of her status, but it was precisely this kind of woman that gave him a greater sense of accomplishment in abusing her. What are Chinese people? They're still being forced under his crotch like bitches.

Su Chen inwardly groaned. Now she was truly helpless. Who would have thought this guy was so perverted? When he had violated her body earlier, she felt no pleasure, only tension, fear, and pain; it felt like she had been raped. The feeling of being raped and losing one's virginity to him is completely different from losing it to Hong Shitai.

"Get down, you bitch!"

"Yes, Master."

"What are you?"

"I am Master's bitch slave."

Su Chen was already crying. She felt she might as well be dead now. She truly understood what it meant for each day to feel like a year. This was torture. Even if she could walk out unscathed, she would be left with deep psychological trauma. And she wasn't even sure how badly he would ravage her body.

If she had the courage to commit suicide, she really wanted to end it all.

Her body was suspended, bound in a SM-style turtle-shell bondage. The special leather pants had a hole in the back, exposing her anus. Only her toes could barely touch the ground, her body swaying like a swing.

A cold, lubricated syringe was forcefully inserted into her anus, forcefully stretching open the sphincter. Su Chen felt the cold, hard object enter her stomach. Terrified, she tried to twist her body, but only weakly swayed from side to side. Then, the entire syringe of liquid was pushed into her rectum.

Her stomach churned violently. Su Chen's mind went blank; she felt so ashamed she wanted to die. She tried her best to endure it, but the power of the drug was irresistible. At the moment of loss, she screamed as if having a mental breakdown…

Watching this scene on the monitor, the chieftain's brother also looked away. It wasn't that he disliked sex, but he disliked this perverted method. His brother was a disgusting pervert. He truly didn't understand why they were brothers; what was there between them? He really couldn't understand what else his brother could do besides bringing shame and disgrace to his tribe. Everyone who had interacted with his brother knew about his perverted fetishes; it was already widely known within their social circle. He contributed nothing to the tribe's development; their current situation is entirely due to his own hard work.

This primitive man is the tribe's chief—no wonder the Chinese still consider us primitive aborigines; our chief is nothing but a filthy ape.

His hand pressed against the head of the woman rising and falling between his legs, his fingers stroking her blonde hair. He let out a long sigh, thankfully, this absurd situation wouldn't last forever; change was coming. He pulled the woman up, pounced on her, and slammed her onto the glass coffee table in front of him. The woman laughed wantonly, her eyes filled with lustful desire, seemingly capable of bewitching. He frantically unbuckled his belt and thrust his fully erect penis into her already soaking wet vagina, no longer interested in the scene on the screen…

Su Chen's body swayed, the feeling of being suspended in mid-air by ropes was extremely uncomfortable, forcing her muscles to resist, but the clenched muscles tightened around the fierce penis invading her anus and intestines. The chief held Su Chen's buttocks, forcefully penetrating to the deepest point like a ram, while enjoying the dull thud of his scrotum hitting Su Chen's labia as it swung.

"Bitch, I'm going to set your asshole on fire."

The chief panted excitedly, pounding wildly inside her like a chimpanzee in heat.

Even without him saying it, Su Chen was already close to fainting from the pain. Her anus was burning with agony. Neither she nor her husband, Lü Zhe, had ever tried anal sex, and she had always thought they never would. But unexpectedly, in Africa, she had been deflowered by a black man she didn't even know.

If she had known it would end like this, she would have preferred to have given herself to her husband, or even Hong Shitai. Anything but this stinking, perverted black man.

“Oh…oh…bitch, your asshole feels so good…”

The chief grabbed Su Chen’s hair with both hands, straightening it and pulling Su Chen’s head back like he was riding a horse with reins. He used this force to thrust forward, his thick, hard black penis completely inside Su Chen’s tender anus and rectum. The chief’s other hand viciously slapped Su Chen’s buttocks, the slaps extremely loud. Su Chen’s cries were initially intense, but later they became silent, as if she had gone numb. She just gritted her teeth, stared at the ceiling like a dead fish, and her body swayed like a lifeless corpse with the chief’s thrusts … **********

... It seemed nothing could capture his attention or interest. Even the sudden arrival of the local police announcing his freedom of movement didn't elicit much of a reaction; it was as if he didn't care about any of it. Su Chen hadn't come for the past two days, nor had Hong Shitai. Today, Bai Peng came, telling him that Dongxing Mining Company had signed a contract with the other party—it really had! Hong Shitai and Su Chen would be busy again, and almost everyone would be busy again. Lü Zhe was shocked, finding it impossible, sensing something was amiss. A contract? Was that even possible? No one in their right mind would sign such a contract. Moreover, it was impossible to draft a new contract in such a short time, given the lack of understanding of the relevant laws, the various unresolved issues, and the remaining conflicts and disagreements. Signing meant one side had conceded; even a fool would know it couldn't have been the other side that conceded. Was it their side that conceded? Signing such a contract was like an unequal treaty of ceding territory and paying reparations. Had the company's leadership all lost their minds?

Then, reflecting on her own situation, the company signing the contract with the other party and her regaining her freedom happened almost simultaneously. Could there be some connection? Was it possible? The company was willing to pay billions for me, a mere lowly employee, accepting the other party's harsh conditions in exchange for my freedom. I didn't even know I was so valuable.

Never mind, I'll find out what happened after I'm discharged. It seems there's more to figure out than just one thing…

At the signing ceremony, the CEO of Dongxing Mining and the other party's chief shook hands happily, their respective henchmen applauding and celebrating. Champagne was popped, foam splashing everywhere, the atmosphere was lively.

Hong Shitai watched all this, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello, the Chinese have signed the contract. What should I do next… OK, I understand."

A while later, he received an email on his phone. He glanced at the contents, printed it out on an A4 sheet of paper, and put it in a prepared envelope.

Ten minutes later, Feng Wu received instructions from Gao Shan on an encrypted line, telling her to immediately go to that address to pick up an envelope.

Soon, Feng Wu arrived at the corresponding location, a hotel reception desk. She easily found the package for "Miss Hansen," which was actually just an envelope. After signing for it, she opened it in a secluded spot and found an A4 sheet of paper inside. The contents of the sheet made her heart skip a beat.

Not far away, Hong Shitai watched Feng Wu's figure.

He had seen this woman before, on the plane here, but of course, he didn't know her identity then.

It was truly rare for such a young woman to dare to come to a place like this; she was incredibly bold.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. But the woman seemed to sense that someone was watching her and suddenly turned her head to look in their direction. Hong Shitai was startled and quickly pulled his head back. This woman was quite perceptive, possessing the qualities of a seasoned expert. He couldn't help but feel the danger of prey being approached by its hunter, wondering if she had noticed him.

He didn't see her coming towards him, and when he looked again, she was gone.

Only then did he realize that his heart was beating a little fast, and he involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out his phone and dialed another number.

"Hello, the goods have been picked up."

"Was it that woman?"

"Yes, it was her."

"That's all for you. Go do what you need to do. We'll handle the rest."

On the other end of the phone, at the signing ceremony's reception, the chief's brother hung up, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Standing opposite him was a tall, white man, refined and with an elite air, dressed in a suit and wearing glasses, looking like a scholar. If Feng Wu were here, she would recognize him as someone she had met before, in Djibouti, downstairs from Menelik's office building, the man who had walked out of the building and drove away in a Mercedes. If Lü Zhe were here, he would also recognize him as the Westerner who had spoken with Hong Shitai at the chief's private military camp.

"We're about to succeed."

The white man raised his glass, and the chief's brother also raised his glass.

"For our cause."

The two turned to the other side at the same time. Menelik sat on the sofa, looking at them with a gloomy expression. What were these two up to? Instinctively, cooperating with these two might one day lead to him being bought off and then counting money for them.

Two glasses were raised again, this time towards Menelek. " To the revival of the ICU

and the holy war, cheers!" Menelek

couldn't refuse, even though his intuition told him both men were being insincere. But wasn't he himself no different ? " To the revival of the ICU. " **************** ... Judging from his age, he couldn't have worked for the Stasi for more than five years. Before German reunification, he couldn't actually carry out any very important missions, but Feng Wu didn't intend to expose him. After he left, Feng Wu stayed in the room, staring at her laptop, reflecting on the events of the past few days. To be honest, she now had a direct understanding of the immense power her senior, a deputy director-level colleague wielded in Germany, and the deeper her understanding, the more genuine her admiration. Six days ago, her premonition came true; she returned to Frankfurt and saw her senior colleague again. Gao Shan's new order was that she must participate in the entire installation of the signal equipment and confirm its effectiveness. Although the reason wasn't stated, Feng Wu knew it was an implication. For a deputy director-level figure in the German network, carrying out such a task would increase the chances of exposure. But this newcomer didn't have that concern. She had to confirm that this thing worked, because she might have to use it herself later. And as the only contact person for the pirates, she was almost 100% certain she would participate in the upcoming crucial operation—this was a golden opportunity! The mysterious A4 sheet of paper contained the information they needed: the target ship, the "Gulf Princess," owned by a Spanish shipping company, was docked in the port of Hamburg. The key to their operation lay entirely in whether their senior deputy-bureau-level colleague's network in Germany could help them get close to the target cargo ship or equipment. In fact, his network certainly didn't lack such resources. Soon, this high-ranking official began arranging their entry into the port of Hamburg. He didn't reveal who was in charge of this operation, and it was only much later that Feng Wu learned the secret mission was carried out by a former high-ranking agent of the East German Ministry of State Security, one of the most valuable spies the senior deputy-bureau- level colleague had recruited in Germany. This man had also been a decorated agent of the German Democratic Republic's Ministry of State Security, tasked with controlling a Stasi intelligence network in West Germany at a very young age. After German reunification, his superiors were imprisoned, and he almost went in as well. Although West Germany later forgave past infighting within the same nation, he still lost his job and his comfortable lifestyle. While aimlessly wandering through East Germany with its high unemployment rate, he met a highly capable senior colleague working in Frankfurt in 1993. Their shared ideological background and the colonel's deep-seated hatred for West Germany led him to quickly agree to work for the Chinese national intelligence agency. During his 18 years working for China, the colonel contributed countless invaluable intelligence reports. This experience propelled the senior colleague to his current position as deputy director-general. The colonel had his own effective intelligence network in West Germany and, presumably, had previously used the Port of Hamburg for some business. Therefore, he quickly found Fengwu a guide working at the Port of Hamburg. Disguised and dressed in the typical engineer's uniform found at the port, Fengwu entered a seamen's lounge near the container terminal. Hamburg is a major international port, where people of Asian descent are as common as other races; a diverse mix of people mingled there. No one noticed this unassuming woman, except for the guide having dinner in the bar.

As agreed beforehand, he greeted Fengwu and asked her nationality. After a brief exchange of coded messages, they got down to business.

At his temporary residence nearby, the handsome German mechanical engineer told Fengwu that the target ship, the "Gulf Princess," hadn't yet entered Hamburg port, but he already knew where the 30,000-ton roll-on/roll-off ship would be docked. Furthermore, he would be in charge of the ship's maintenance.

This was good news, but Fengwu soon learned that boarding the ship was impossible. However, the engineer said he could install the equipment Fengwu wanted in her designated location during routine maintenance.

As a seasoned mechanical engineer, he quickly figured out how to handle the locator.

Four days ago, the long-awaited "Princess" entered Hamburg port as scheduled, beginning its pre-departure routine maintenance.

Two days ago, the deputy director's contact at the physics research center also sent an email signaling "My work and life are going smoothly," informing them that the electromagnetic device had left the center.

Today, before the engineer boarded the ship for maintenance, Feng Wu met with him again at his temporary residence. He took the equipment he had just retrieved from his laptop.

What followed was an agonizing wait. Feng Wu went over the details of each action in her mind over and over again, feeling that everything was fine. The gunfight in Africa had been proven to be a misunderstanding; she was completely an unwitting outsider who had been unintentionally dragged into it. As for retrieving the envelope, at that time…

it was purely her intuition. She felt as if someone was spying on her, but then time became of the essence, and she hadn't noticed anyone following her when she arrived. Moreover, the contents of the envelope had now been proven to be completely authentic, so it shouldn't be a trap…

Now, her only worry was whether that boastful engineer was up to the task. The person the deputy bureau-level senior had found should be reliable, but this mission was extremely important. If something went wrong, and she was targeted by the police or even the German security services, it might be difficult for her to escape…

3 hours later.

Finally, the heavens opened their eyes, the torment was over. A series of incredibly exciting electronic signals appeared on another device inside Feng Wu's laptop, indicating that the Fifth Bureau's equipment had been installed. It would enter a dormant state for the next few dozen days, automatically activating via satellite transmission when the target reached the designated location. When the boastful engineer returned to his quarters, Feng Wu was already gone, but he left an envelope containing 20,000 euros and an invitation to travel to China (on Chinese territory, he would receive the highest level of hospitality, the ultimate reward many intelligence agents working for China dreamed of). However, upon returning to Frankfurt, Feng Wu received less-than-pleasant news: the Japanese had hired the world's best security company, Israel's Belcana, to provide security for the "Princess." These shrewd Jews brought firearms and a considerable amount of electronic equipment, likely including cameras capable of monitoring every possible infiltration point on the ship. This meant that without sufficient manpower and firepower, Feng Wu might not be able to take over the ship.

Such a lineup is not enough to rely on Mennilik's ragtag army, but this is not a problem that Fengwu needs to worry about. She believes that Gaoshan will definitely make arrangements.

(5) On the 31st of the month, Agra, a town in northern Iraq with a large Kurdish population.

It is close to Kirkuk and was once an oil town of Saddam Hussein's regime. After the US military took action against Saddam in 2003, the Kurdish guerrillas turned the tables and captured Kirkuk. Later, they signed development contracts with Western energy companies on their own. So now the streets are full of white people. Most of these people work for all kinds of Western companies. There are also employees of UN agencies, NATO and EU who are active here.

With so many obvious targets, many extremist groups whose highest mission is to bomb US troops and Westerners also like to try their luck here. So, although the US military has begun to withdraw from Iraq, under the scorching sun, fully armed US soldiers still patrol the streets in thick, hot, and dusty armored vehicles, wearing bulky bulletproof vests. Iraqi National Army soldiers, jokingly referred to as "pseudo-soldiers," follow behind in old US military trucks.

Besides these, there are other fierce-looking armed personnel, carrying various weapons and driving all sorts of vehicles, recklessly driving through the streets. These are the so-called "private defense contractors."

Among these men and women, Zhou Xu kept a close eye on one woman. She was dressed like a local, with an Arabic-style turban, sunglasses, and a full beard. She sat in a dusty, mud-splattered Toyota sedan, its original color unrecognizable, constantly taking pictures with a specially made camera.

In this chaotic place, all sorts of people come and go. After a short while, three people approached him, trying to sell him various things: one asked if he wanted a cell phone or computer, another wanted to exchange currency, and a sleazy-looking guy who looked like a Russian human trafficker asked if he wanted to find prostitutes, even bringing a photo album for him to choose from.

However, he eventually dismissed them all.

It had been some time since Amir was brought back to the country, and Margaret got him to talk without much trouble.

They initially thought this guy, who had been hunted down and silenced, might be a key figure, but the useful information they obtained was minimal; he was just a minor character.

However, the information he provided, though pitifully small, was better than nothing, at least giving them a direction for their next move. Western mercenary organizations operating in the Middle East generally have overt or covert connections with the US government, military, and large corporations. Amir insisted that the aviation fuel he smuggled in that night was for these people, and that the engine sound he heard was an AF-31F engine.

Zhou Xu believed Amir had no reason to lie. After all, he had lost his wife and children, and nearly died himself; there was no benefit in hiding anything. The timing also matched up. After the plane was lost, they studied various routes and concluded that the most likely route was via Iran to Iraq. That's why they went to the Middle East to try their luck, which led them to Amir and ultimately East Africa.

It was too early to conclude that these were mercenaries, but they were definitely involved. Mercenaries are after money; risking everything to steal a plane would be less appealing than robbing a bank. Zhou Xu couldn't imagine why they would steal a fighter jet, especially with the mysterious female assassin. Now that her identity was revealed—a terrorist, nicknamed the Red Death—she wasn't someone an ordinary mercenary organization could control.

This meant there might be a hidden hand behind these people.

Could it be related to the US government? This thought suddenly popped into Zhou Xu's mind.

However, this was just a thought; if the Americans were really behind it, no one in the world could do anything about it. They're the world's strongest nation, so they can do whatever they want. Country B is just a small Latin American country; if the Americans really wanted to scheme against you, you'd be in deep trouble. The current government of Country B is at odds with the US, controlling oil extraction, which the Americans have long expressed their dissatisfaction with. The government's active efforts to cultivate relations with Russia, buy weapons, and strengthen its military are largely due to the lessons learned from Iraq and Libya—to ensure they won't be completely defenseless should they one day turn against the Americans.

But if it really was the Americans who did this, why would they need that aircraft? While the Su-30UBK isn't outdated in terms of performance, it's still a third-generation fighter. Even the Russian Air Force's own Su-27SMK is only considered a third-and-a-half generation fighter. The US Air Force has hundreds of F-22s, and its Navy and Marine Corps are starting to equip themselves with F-35s. Even the non-stealthy F-15, F-16, and F/A-18 are no less capable than the Soviet-era aircraft. Is it really necessary for the Americans to place so much importance on a fighter jet with such limited capabilities?

He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a solution. However, these matters were for the cabinet's advisors to handle; his immediate priority was finding the plane.

The woman in his viewfinder was Catherine, a capable and charismatic woman, a local business agent for Tuoli Energy. According to Amir, the contact person for that deal was a woman, though they had only communicated by phone and never met in person.

The suspected mercenary companies seemed to have business contracts with Tuoli Energy, and these mercenaries were responsible for Tuoli Energy's security here. Zhou Xu believed that large conglomerates like Tuoli Energy almost always had a dark side, and now, with its association with mercenaries, it was practically synonymous with conspiracy and crime. It was even possible that Tuoli Energy was the mastermind behind these mercenary companies. After all, he had been a mercenary himself and was quite familiar with the ins and outs of the business.

The two might even be one and the same. If these mercenaries were actually Tuoli Energy's own private army, then Tuoli Energy would be highly suspicious. It's hard to imagine that these mercenaries managed to acquire an aircraft without the knowledge of Tuoli Energy, which was located in the same area.

However, this doesn't make sense either. Tuoli Energy is a commercial organization; profit should be its goal. What would it need an aircraft for? It's completely useless. Does it intend to become an arms dealer? This woman, after observing her for the past few days, doesn't seem to be a formal employee of Tuoli Energy, but rather a temporary hire. She seems to act as a liaison between various parties, and doesn't seem to have any specific work. She spends more time with the mercenaries; anyone who didn't know better would definitely assume she works for these mercenary companies.

The shutter clicked rapidly, clearly capturing the woman's face. Zhou Xu felt this woman might be a breakthrough; he desperately needed a crucial breakthrough. He had been under immense pressure lately. With such a major security incident, arms deals with Russia had come to a standstill. It seemed that if the case wasn't solved, the entire deal might fall through. Moreover, this incident had an exceptionally negative impact on relations between the two countries.

Russia also sent people to investigate the matter. The plane was part of a trade deal, and now, before receiving payment, the goods were gone, and they even had a traitor—a huge loss of face.

On the other hand, one of B's people died, and this happened while their own security officials were present. The plane, which was supposed to be received by their country, was stolen—a true double loss. Both sides were furious and seemed to believe the other side bore the main responsibility.

Some high-ranking officials in China wanted to hold him accountable, but Margaret had withstood the pressure. Zhou Xu knew very well that if he couldn't produce a convincing explanation, not only Margaret, but even her father, the Chief of the General Staff, wouldn't protect him. Such a major security incident couldn't be resolved with a few words.

The woman entered a high-end restaurant and sat down to talk with several men. They seemed to know each other well. Zhou Xu recognized one of them as someone from the U.S. State Department's office in the area; whether he was an official or not was unknown, but he certainly worked for the U.S. government. He didn't recognize the other two, but they didn't seem to be ordinary people.

This woman seems to be quite well-connected; she knows a lot of people. But correspondingly, she should also be easy to approach.

After sending the photos back, Zhou Xu began to ponder again. The other side should already know about Amir's incident and may have guessed that someone was tracking them. Therefore, they should also have anticipated that someone would come here. Perhaps they have backed down, or perhaps they have set up traps to catch those tracking them in one fell swoop. Based on their modus operandi, the latter is more likely. After all, this is their territory. In a place like Iraq, these mercenaries killing a few people is probably nothing. Even the US military might be their accomplices.

To deal with this woman, one should use strategy if possible. It's best not to resort to force unless absolutely necessary.

That night, at their secret hideout.

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few minutes later, the two separated. After tidying their clothes, Hong Shitai went out first, followed by Su Chen. The flush on her face hadn't faded, her hair was still damp with sweat clinging to her forehead, her legs were still burning, and her underwear was wet and sticky, uncomfortable—the semen that hadn't been expelled earlier had seeped out again with her movements, sticking to her underwear.

She wanted to go back to Lü Zhe's ward, but ultimately didn't; she felt too ashamed to see her husband. She left in the end.

After they both left, Bai Peng peeked out from around the corner of the corridor, watching their retreating figures with a puzzled expression. He had only ever seen scenes of sex in toilets in pornographic films, but he never expected to encounter it in real life, especially in a foreign hospital while visiting Lü Zhe. He had sensed something was wrong when he entered the toilet, and had caught a glimpse of two sexy legs in black stockings. He didn't dare linger, so he hid outside, wanting to secretly see what the woman looked like, while his mind wandered into wild fantasies.

But when he saw that it was actually Lü Zhe's wife, Su Chen, and Hong Shitai who came out, his mind went blank. He'd already been a little flustered when Hong Shitai came out, and now seeing Su Chen too, he was completely bewildered.

These two…it couldn't be, could it? After all, he hadn't really seen their faces while he was inside.

He went back into the restroom, but it was empty.

Damn it…these two are shameless, utterly lewd! Brother Lü is still lying in the hospital bed, and this bitch is here messing around with someone else? What a fucking slut…

A surge of anger rose in Bai Peng's chest. He'd come to Africa for tourism, and of all the people in the group, the only one he liked, the only one he could talk to, was Lü Zhe. He'd already considered Lü Zhe a friend. Now, seeing Lü Zhe being cuckolded, and Su Chen and Hong Shitai's behavior being so despicable, he almost wanted to rush out and beat the adulterous couple to a pulp.

What to do…should he tell Brother Lü about this? If he didn't speak up, it would be too pitiful for him to be kept in the dark. But if he did speak up, it concerned his dignity; was it appropriate for him to do it himself?

He stood at the door of Lü Zhe's hospital room, hesitating…

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On the same day, on the other side of the world, at Frankfurt Airport, around 7 PM.

Feng Wu followed the flow of people off the plane, seeing German customs police waiting in the distance. Frankfurt and Paris were alike, especially Frankfurt Airport, which was notorious for discriminating against Chinese people traveling abroad, simply because it was a monopoly. Hamburg Airport didn't have direct flights to China, and although Air Berlin had flights from Beijing to Düsseldorf and Hainan Airlines had flights to Berlin, neither was a significant player. So, here, the big players bullied their customers, and Chinese people generally had no choice but to swallow their anger.

After a thrilling journey in Africa and a successful pirate operation, Feng Wu was ordered to return home. First, she went to Hong Kong, then transferred to South Korea, and finally returned to Beijing. Upon returning, she received another order to immediately travel to Europe, a task personally assigned to her by Gao Shan. Gao Shan was her superior, one of the most influential figures Feng Wu could contact within the First Bureau, and the only one among her group of bureaucrats whom she felt she could respect.

This trip to Europe was to deliver a laptop; someone was to meet her in Frankfurt. Feng Wu obtained a genuine Apple laptop from technicians at the Fifth Bureau. It contained a special positioning device that could emit a specific signal at specific times—a signal that could be received by China's "weather monitoring satellite" over the Indian Ocean.

Feng Wu was genuinely suspicious. The Fifth Bureau specialized in technical intelligence. During the bombing of the Yugoslav embassy, the American bombs were actually aimed at them, but they managed to smuggle the F-117 fragments out of the embassy first. They were also involved in dismantling the aircraft after the South China Sea collision. These people rarely participated in other departments' operations, so why were they getting involved with the First Bureau's operation? Was this a joint operation between the two? That would definitely be a large-scale operation.

However, it was still much better than going to that godforsaken place in Africa again.

Soon, the police arrived and began checking her passport and visa. Feng Wu had a business visa, and her identity was fake. It was arranged by the department; the department's ability to send people abroad was far superior to those of overseas agencies, and the visa had been obtained in just a few days. The two policemen, while sizing up the beautiful woman before them, casually asked a series of trivial questions: Where is your destination? How many days do you plan to stay in Germany? Who will pay for your expenses? etc.

Feng Wu answered fluently. Perhaps sensing that this beautiful woman didn't seem to have any ulterior motives, the two policemen reluctantly withdrew their admiring gazes and returned her belongings.

Following the exit signs to the immigration area border control counter, a long queue stretched for the non-EU area. After finally reaching the front of the line, and repeating a bunch of the same trivial questions, she was finally able to get her passport stamped and cleared. After all that trouble, it was almost 9 p.m. when she finally exited the airport. However, Feng Wu soon met her contact, a senior agent from the European Division of the First General Bureau.

This senior agent looked unremarkable, with the face of a very ordinary middle-aged Eastern man, and a bit balding. But in reality, Feng Wu was no match for him in terms of rank, achievements, or experience.

This deputy bureau-level agent was once the pride of the Ministry of State Security. His true identity made him a highly respected figure within the First General Bureau and even the entire Ministry of State Security system. Unlike those who merely paid lip service to serving the people, this veteran revolutionary truly dedicated himself to the interests of his country, working tirelessly and selflessly. In the 1980s, he went to West Germany and, through his own efforts, built an intelligence network comprised of German-American agents who continue to provide valuable technical intelligence to China. It's worth noting that due to racial differences, the Ministry of State Security's efforts to develop non-Chinese intelligence agents abroad have always been fraught with difficulties and yielded few results.

However, this leader, with his astonishing psychological manipulation skills and exceptional German proficiency, cultivated a group of highly valuable spies. His achievements over 30 years could probably fill an entire room.

Feng Wu always felt that someone like him, or someone as talented as Gao Shan, should be a leader in the First General Bureau. Compared to him, the current bureaucrats were utterly incomparable. Sitting comfortably in her office every day, oblivious to the hardships faced by the agents below and the actual situation on the ground, issuing one unrealistic and outlandish order after another, wasting national resources, yet acting as if she were omnipotent—Feng Wu even doubted whether those people truly understood the work of espionage. Sometimes she wondered what would happen if they were in her shoes to carry out her mission.

After meeting this impressive deputy director-level official and successfully handing over the goods, Feng Wu's instructions were to remain in place and assist. After a brief explanation, Feng Wu finally understood the general objective of the First Bureau's operation: the high-temperature superconducting electromagnetic device that the Japanese had purchased from Europe.

In the field of controlled nuclear fusion research, Japan is recognized worldwide as one of the leading technological nations. Controlled nuclear fusion is a major technological challenge for humanity in utilizing nuclear energy. Previously, nuclear power plants used the energy generated by uranium fission to generate electricity, but could not utilize the more powerful but difficult-to-control nuclear fusion effect. Controlled nuclear fusion technology aims to artificially limit the scale and speed of nuclear fusion reactions using human technology. Japan's leading advantage in this area lies in its possession of the world's most advanced nuclear fusion experimental device: the Helical Fusion Experimental Facility. However, a major challenge in controlled nuclear fusion technology is the need for a large-scale magnetic field generator. The European Organization for Nuclear Research (CERN), a world leader in superconducting technology, possesses unique and advanced technology in this area.

Last year, CERN experts reached an agreement with their Japanese counterparts to exchange the Japanese-made Helical Fusion Facility for European superconducting magnets, in order to promote the development of controlled nuclear fusion technology in both countries.

This agreement was ultimately approved by both governments, and the equipment exchange is planned to be completed soon.

Previously, this technological exchange between Chinese nuclear physicists and their European counterparts had been deliberately severed. China had already demonstrated its unique permanent magnet technology to its European counterparts, but the Europeans unilaterally broke the agreement without providing any corresponding return, instead turning their attention to Japan. Because this technological exchange was a key component of the 863 Torch Program, the government officials, feeling thoroughly cheated, were furious and ordered the Ministry of Security to seize the technology and equipment involved in the agreement. Moreover, it was undeniable that due to their respective weights, the transport of these two large sets of equipment would most likely involve maritime transport between Japan and Europe in the Gulf of Aden; the Ministry of Security's plan was clearly a matter of force.

"So it's nuclear technology..."

Feng Wu gasped in shock. This was a truly massive operation. No wonder the higher-ups had invested so much and taken such a huge risk; they were after nuclear technology.

The value of this technology was immeasurable—hundreds of millions, perhaps even tens of billions, of dollars, and countless years of development.

The operation had to be swift, as intelligence indicated that the Japanese science and technology attaché in Germany was actively working to arrange the export of the superconducting electromagnetic device. This made Su Chen even more impressed with this deputy director-level official. The European Organization for Nuclear Research (CERN) was always dominated by France, and the fact that this device wasn't shipped from a French port but secretly arrived in Germany for loading was clearly a painstaking cover-up, yet it still couldn't escape the deputy director-level official's intelligence network.

According to headquarters' instructions, after obtaining the laptop, the European team was to find a way to install the special instrument onto the electromagnetic device. This was because the deputy director-level official had a Chinese-American intelligence agent at CERN (many Chinese-American scientists work at the physics center; its former director was a renowned Chinese-American physicist and Nobel laureate). This agent was not only one of the senior engineers in equipment manufacturing but could also directly oversee the final maintenance before the equipment's shipment.

However, after learning about the physics center's security measures from the agent, they all felt the plan was too risky. To prevent staff from accidentally bringing in metal objects that could cause serious accidents during equipment operation, the center had specialized equipment inspection personnel entering the core laboratory. This meant that the futuristic scientists at the Fifth Bureau, who had invented a positioning device whose effectiveness was still unknown, were likely to be detected by metal detectors. The device might fail to locate the target and instead cost the deputy director-general a crucial technical intelligence officer.

Upon learning this bad news, Feng Wu realized the gravity of the situation and gained a new understanding of the potential difficulties of the mission. However, the experienced deputy director-general was not discouraged. He had anticipated that the plan devised by the bureaucrats at headquarters might not work, and he also knew that preparations for a backup plan were already underway in Africa. It was time to request permission from headquarters to implement another plan.

Clearly, this deputy director-general had a knack for dealing with those at headquarters; he used some trickery, and headquarters approved his plan without much trouble. The plan wasn't complicated. Since they couldn't work on the equipment, they had to focus on the transportation. It was confirmed that the target device would be loaded onto a ship in Germany, but the specific port, shipping company, ship, and security company responsible for escorting it were all unknown. According to information provided by the informant at the center, the target device would leave the testing center within 10 days.

Time was of the essence. Feng Wu didn't know how the backup plan would proceed, but she received orders from headquarters to immediately return to country E in Africa. She was given a contact address, and headquarters would notify her when she needed to use it.

Feng Wu had no objections and could only carry out orders, her short trip to Europe ending before she even had a chance to experience its charm. But she was secretly excited, knowing she would definitely return. For such highly classified missions, the fewer people involved, the less likely it was to leak. She had already participated, and there would certainly be more missions to come. Perhaps she would be directly installing equipment on target ships, or even participating in a hijacking; she would certainly not be playing a minor role. Having such high-level operational experience would be a significant step towards becoming a top-tier special agent.

She had always believed that with her abilities and the training she had received, she was destined for future importance; otherwise, why go through all that trouble to train herself? Others might think she should be content with her young age and a deputy section chief position, but Feng Wu didn't see it that way. As a North Korean, she knew she had to work ten times harder than others to succeed in this Chinese-dominated society. Gao Shan, her mentor, had discovered her as a defector North Korean agent, pulled her out of a brothel in Dandong, and nurtured her. He had also strongly recommended her for this operation, and she needed to prove herself and Gao Shan through her actions…

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April 29th, 5 PM.

Su Chen left the hospital, where Hong Shitai was waiting for her in the parking lot. Perhaps it was psychological, but Su Chen felt that Lü Zhe seemed different today, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. He was still trying to make her laugh, as if she were the injured one, but Su Chen still had this inexplicable feeling.

Perhaps it was her own fault; she had changed, so she perceived others differently. She had come here against her will to visit him, her husband, and then she would have to offer her body to another man, an African native at that. And not just one man, meaning she would be cuckolding her husband more than once. In the past, she would never have believed she could have done so many things to betray her husband and still deceive him without batting an eye. Just now, at his bedside, she hadn't even blushed or felt a pang of guilt. She truly didn't know she still had such power. Had she really changed, or was this still the real her?

Now she was going to face that disgusting tribal chief, like a convict walking to the execution ground—what's meant to happen will happen. She would grit her teeth and endure it, close her eyes and get through the night; tomorrow would be alright.

The car drove through the city, not returning to the hotel, but instead heading to an upscale residential area where many residents were wealthy white people. The car stopped in front of an unremarkable red brick building. Hong Shitai parked the car and went to the door with Su Chen. The door looked unremarkable from the outside, even somewhat dilapidated. However, there was a security camera above the door pointing directly at it.

After ringing the doorbell, a burly black man who looked like a bodyguard came out. Su Chen noticed a gun tucked into his waistband; clearly, Hong Shitai knew him. Upon seeing him, the burly man let them both in.

Su Chen's heart was in her chest; she kept reminding herself to be patient and not be afraid. But when she saw the chief, she almost turned and ran. This guy looked like a pervert; he was naked, his black, fat body exposed, sitting on a high-end leather sofa, holding a black SM whip. When he saw Su Chen, he leered, like a tiger that hadn't eaten for two months seeing a lamb.

"As agreed, I've brought her,"

Hong Shitai said, handing Su Chen over like an item being handed over.

The chief chuckled, stood up, and, completely naked, swaggered over to Su Chen, circling her a few times as if admiring a piece of merchandise, his face filled with lustful hunger. Then, he impatiently waved to Hong Shitai, signaling him to leave.

Hong Shitai, of course, wouldn't stand in the way and turned to leave.

"You...you'll help my husband, won't you?"

Despite her fear, Su Chen had to speak up; otherwise, her trip wouldn't have been in vain. Her husband, Lü Zhe, was her top priority, and she needed to be certain. She had no right to negotiate; if he used her and then reneged, she would be powerless. She was gambling with her body; it was the only option she could think of.

"That depends on you,"

the chief said, seemingly completely captivated by her.

"I'll do as you say..."

Su Chen surrendered.

"I'm warning you, this won't end anytime soon..."

The chief grabbed Su Chen's chin and lifted her face, forcing it close to hers. He took a deep breath, his face flushed with ecstasy as if he were under the influence of drugs. Then, suddenly, he became like a beast, grabbing Su Chen's clothes and tearing them open, buttons popping off. Su Chen was startled and instinctively covered her chest with her hands, but her arms were forcibly pulled away, then her skirt. Su Chen closed her eyes, trembling as she stood there, suppressing her fear and not trying to escape. She knew she couldn't escape; even if she did, she couldn't run away. All she could do now was grit her teeth and endure the torment to come...

A dozen minutes later, Hong Shitai was in another room.

Inside, a large LCD screen on the wall displayed secret surveillance equipment, faithfully recording the lewd and perverse acts between the chief and Su Chen. The footage showed the chief frantically licking between Su Chen's legs, while Su Chen wore a specially made black shiny leather hood, only her nostrils and mouth visible. Her hands were bound and fixed to a specially designed chair, resembling a masochist in a BDSM game. Simultaneously, the chief's erotic whip relentlessly lashed her body.

Hong Shitai looked at the screen, let out a long sigh, and turned to the young black man beside him, sipping red wine and watching the spectacle. "I must admit, your brother has quite unique taste."

The chief's brother smirked disdainfully. "That's all he's good at."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Is that enough? Your plan..."

"Don't worry, you'll get what you want. Have you contacted William?"

"He's not in the country right now, but everything is going according to plan. The Chinese should have already started making moves. Beijing has a very efficient intelligence network hidden in Europe. Whatever they want to do, they will eventually achieve their goal. They'll find a way; we don't need to worry about that."

"The signing can't change in any way."

"My brother never cares about business. All he's ever done is sit on this gold mine, play around with women, and squander it. If I tell him to sign, he'll sign."

Hong Shitai shifted his gaze to the bar by the other wall, where a fit and slender blonde European woman sat on a high stool. Seeing his gaze fall on her, she raised her glass to him. She deliberately crossed her legs, revealing her fair and sexy thighs between her red tight-fitting short skirt and the wide band of black stockings. Her pointed high-heeled ankle boots twitched, and her eyes and brows exuded a seductive allure, her provocative intent obvious.

Most men who saw this woman would immediately think of lust. But Hong Shitai was not one of them.

This woman, seemingly harmless on the surface, was actually a cold-blooded and ruthless witch, her personality unpredictable. She might be flirting with you one moment, and the next, while your penis was still inside her, she could kill you without batting an eye. As one of the most lethal female mercenaries in the world, this woman could probably be considered one of the most dangerous women in the world. Perhaps one day, if asked to drop an atomic bomb somewhere, she would do it without hesitation. This woman was born for killing and bloodshed.

Even though she was on his side, Hong Shitai didn't want to get too involved with her.

The view returned to the screen. Su Chen was now wearing a black leather collar and a long silver chain, black fishnet stockings, and knee-high black high-heeled boots. She was crawling on the ground like a dog, while the chief, in a horse stance, slowly thrust into her buttocks, occasionally dripping candle wax onto her. Her bare back was speckled with red wax.

Then the chief's movements suddenly intensified. He gripped Su Chen's slender waist, letting out wild breaths, and frantically pounded into her buttocks. After a few thrusts, he stopped, but his waist continued to twitch and sway, clearly indicating he had ejaculated. Su Chen let out a seductive moan, her whole body trembling as if in spasms, before quickly collapsing.

"It's over..."

Hong Shitai felt these videos were enough. But when the chief pulled out of Su Chen's body, he noticed that she was still erect.

"He took drugs. Without drugs, he couldn't even last five minutes,"

the chief's brother said with obvious contempt.

"Okay, cheers to the future chief."

Hong Shitai felt there was no need to watch any longer. Although he enjoyed sex and had been with many women, he simply couldn't accept sadomasochism. He raised his glass, downed it in one gulp, and left the room. Meanwhile, on the screen, the chief, holding a huge syringe, approached Su Chen, who was panting on the ground, a twisted smile on his face. Su Chen was trying to clean the sticky secretions and thick, fishy-smelling semen between his legs…

Inside the VIP room.

The chief and Su Chen were unaware that their every move was being broadcast live. The chief's genitals were covered in sticky, dark and shiny, abnormally erect, trembling as he walked. The syringe he held was thick, looking like it was for large livestock. Su Chen, panting on the ground, was startled when he saw it. He had been wiping the sticky stains between his legs, but now he forgot all about it, sitting up and instinctively covering his buttocks with his hands.

"You...what are you doing?"

In his panic, he spoke in Chinese, then realized the other person couldn't understand him.

"Slave, who told you to sit up? Lie down properly. I'm going to fuck your asshole."

The chieftain looked at Su Chen with great pleasure. He loved seeing the fearful and pleading expressions of women he abused; their painful struggles greatly stimulated his lust. This woman couldn't be his sex slave because of her status, but it was precisely this kind of woman that gave him more satisfaction in abusing her. What are Chinese people? They're still just bitches under his crotch.

Su Chen inwardly groaned. Now he was truly helpless. Who would have thought this guy was so perverted? When he had violated his body earlier, he felt no pleasure, only tension, fear, and pain—it felt like he had been raped. Being violated by him and being violated by Hong Shitai were completely different experiences.

"Get down, you bitch!"

"Yes, Master."

"What are you?"

"I am Master's bitch slave."

Su Chen was already crying. She felt that she might as well be dead now. She now clearly understood what it meant for each day to feel like a year. This was torture. Even if she could walk out unharmed, she would be left with deep psychological trauma. Moreover, she was not even sure how much he would damage her body.

If she had the courage to commit suicide now, she really wanted to end it all.

Her body was hung up and bound in a turtle shell bondage, a special type of SM. There was a hole in the back of her special leather pants, which exposed her anus. Only her toes could barely touch the ground, and her body swayed like a swing. A

cold syringe was forcibly pushed into her anus. It was covered with lubricant and forcibly stretched open the sphincter. Su Chen felt the cold, hard object enter her stomach. She tried to twist her body in terror, but only swayed weakly from side to side. Then the whole tube of liquid was pushed into her rectum.

Her stomach churned violently, Su Chen's mind went blank, and she felt so ashamed she wanted to die. She tried her best to endure it, but the power of the drug was irresistible. At the moment of loss, she screamed as if she had a mental breakdown…

Watching this scene on the monitor, the chief's brother also looked away. It wasn't that he disliked sex, but he disliked this perverted method. His brother was a disgusting pervert. He truly didn't understand why they were brothers; what did they have in common? He really couldn't comprehend what else his brother could do besides bringing shame and disgrace to his tribe. Everyone who had interacted with his brother knew about his perverted fetishes; it was already widely known within their social circle. He had contributed nothing to the tribe's development; everything they had achieved was through his own hard work.

This primitive man was the tribe's chief. No wonder those Chinese still regarded us as primitive natives; our chief was a filthy ape.

His hand pressed down on the head of the woman heaving between his legs, his fingers playing with her blonde hair. He let out a long sigh, relieved that this absurd situation wouldn't last forever; change was on the horizon. He pulled the woman up, pounced on her, and slammed her against the glass coffee table. The woman laughed wantonly, her eyes brimming with lustful desire. He frantically unbuckled his belt and thrust his fully erect penis into her already soaking wet vagina, completely ignoring the scene on the screen…

Su Chen's body swayed, the feeling of being suspended in mid-air by ropes was extremely uncomfortable, forcing her muscles to resist. But the clenched muscles tightened around the fierce penis invading her anus and rectum. The chief held Su Chen's buttocks, forcefully penetrating to the deepest point like a ram, while enjoying the dull thud of his scrotum hitting Su Chen's labia.

"Bitch, I'm going to set your ass on fire,"

the chief panted excitedly, pounding wildly inside her like a rutting chimpanzee.

Even without him saying it, Su Chen was already close to fainting from the pain. Her anus was burning with agony. Neither she nor her husband, Lü Zhe, had ever tried anal sex, and she had always thought they never would. But unexpectedly, in Africa, she had been deflowered by a black man she didn't even know.

If she had known it would end like this, she would have preferred to have given herself to her husband, or even Hong Shitai. Anything but this stinking, perverted black man.

“Oh…oh…bitch, your asshole feels so good…”

The chief grabbed Su Chen’s hair with both hands, straightening it and pulling Su Chen’s head back like he was riding a horse with reins. He used this force to thrust forward, his thick, hard black penis completely inside Su Chen’s tender anus and rectum. The chief’s other hand viciously slapped Su Chen’s buttocks, the slaps extremely loud. Su Chen’s cries were initially intense, but later they became silent, as if she had gone numb. She just gritted her teeth, stared at the ceiling like a dead fish, and her body swayed like a lifeless corpse with the chief’s thrusts … **********

... It seemed nothing could capture his attention or interest. Even the sudden arrival of the local police to announce his freedom of movement didn't elicit much of a reaction; it was as if he didn't care about any of it. Su Chen hadn't come in the past two days, nor had Hong Shitai. Today, Bai Peng came and told him that Dongxing Mining Company had signed a contract with the other party—it really had! Hong Shitai and Su Chen would be busy again, and almost everyone would be busy again. Lü Zhe was shocked, finding it impossible, and felt something was amiss.

Sign a contract? Is that even possible? No one with a sound mind would sign a contract like that. Besides, there's no way to draft a new contract in such a short time, because we don't understand the relevant laws, there are all sorts of unresolved issues, and there are all those conflicts and disagreements. Signing a contract means one party has conceded, and anyone with a brain knows it's definitely not the other side that's conceding. Is it our side that's conceding?

Signing this kind of contract is like a unequal treaty of ceding territory and paying reparations. Have the company's leadership all lost their minds?

Then I thought about my own situation. The company signing the contract with the other party and my regaining my freedom happened almost simultaneously. Could there be some connection? Is that possible? The company, for me, an insignificant employee, is willing to pay billions, accept the other party's harsh conditions, in exchange for my freedom. I didn't even know I was so valuable. I don't

want to think about it anymore. I'll find out what happened after I'm discharged from the hospital. It seems I still have more to figure out…

At the signing ceremony, the CEO of Dongxing Mining and the other chieftain shook hands and smiled broadly, their respective henchmen applauding and celebrating. Champagne bottles were popped, foam splashing everywhere, the atmosphere lively.

Hong Shitai watched all this, picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Hello, the Chinese have signed the contract, what should I do next… OK, I understand.”

A while later, he received an email on his phone. He glanced at the contents, printed it out on an A4 sheet of paper, and put it in a prepared envelope.

Ten minutes later, Feng Wu received instructions from Gao Shan on an encrypted line, telling her to immediately go to that address to pick up an envelope.

Soon, Feng Wu arrived at the corresponding location, a hotel reception desk. She easily found the package for “Miss Hansen,” which was actually just an envelope. After signing for it, she opened it in a secluded place. Inside was an A4 sheet of paper, the contents of which made her heart skip a beat.

Not far away, Hong Shitai watched Feng Wu's figure.

He had seen this woman before, on the plane here, but of course, he didn't know her identity then.

It's rare to see such a young woman dare to come to a place like this; she's got real guts.

Thinking this, he couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. But the woman seemed to sense someone watching her and suddenly turned to look this way. Hong Shitai was startled and quickly pulled his head back. This woman was quite perceptive; she had the qualities of a seasoned expert. A sense of danger, like prey being approached by its predator, arose in his heart. He wondered if she had noticed him.

He didn't see her coming towards him, and when he looked again, she was gone.

Only then did he realize his heart was beating a little fast, and he involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out his phone and dialed another number.

"Hello, the goods have been picked up."

"Was that the woman?"

"Yes, it was her."

"That's all for you. Go do what you need to do. We'll handle the rest."

On the other end of the line, at the signing ceremony's reception, the chief's brother hung up the phone, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Standing opposite him was a tall, white man, refined and with an elite air, dressed in a suit and wearing glasses, looking like a scholar. If Feng Wu were here, she would recognize him as someone she had met before, in Djibouti, downstairs from Menelik's office building—the man she had bumped into by chance, the one who drove away in a Mercedes as he left the building. If Lü Zhe were here, he would also recognize him as the Westerner who had spoken with Hong Shitai at the chief's private military camp.

"We're about to succeed,"

the white man raised his glass, and the chief's brother also raised his.

"To our cause."

The two simultaneously turned to the other side. Menelik, sitting on the sofa, watched them with a grim expression. What were these two up to? His intuition told him that cooperating with them might one day lead to him being bought off and then counting the money for them.

The two glasses were raised again, this time towards Menelik.

"To the revival of the ICU and the holy war, cheers."

Menelik couldn't refuse, even though his intuition told him that neither of them were being sincere. But wasn't he himself no different?

"To the revival of the ICU."

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...

Feng Wu sat at the only table in the room, finalizing the operation details with the burly German man in front of her—who looked more like a gangster than an engineer.

"Alright, I understand."

After the final demonstration, it was time for the engineer to leave.

"Remember, this operation cannot fail."

"Alright, Miss, I know what to do. This is child's play compared to the missions I've carried out before. Back then, I..."

"Alright, alright, go ahead."

Feng Wu was afraid he'd start bragging again and quickly sent him away. This man had no other faults, except for his love of boasting, claiming he'd been a big shot in his day. Judging from his age, he'd worked for the Stasi for no more than five years. Before German reunification, he couldn't actually carry out any truly important missions, but Feng Wu didn't intend to expose him.

After he left, Feng Wu stayed in the room, staring at her laptop, reflecting on the events of the past few days.

Honestly, she now had a direct understanding of the immense power her deputy-level senior held in Germany, and the deeper her understanding, the more genuine her admiration.

Six days ago, her premonition came true. Back in Frankfurt, she met her former deputy director-level colleague again.

Gao Shan's new order was that she must participate fully in the installation of the signal equipment and confirm its effectiveness. Although the reason wasn't stated, Feng Wu knew it was an implication. For the deputy director-level colleague's network in Germany, carrying out such a task would increase the chances of exposure. But this newcomer didn't have that concern. She had to confirm the equipment worked, because she might need to use it herself later.

And as the only contact person with the pirates, she was almost certain she would participate in the next crucial operation—this was a golden opportunity!

The mysterious A4 sheet contained the information they needed: the target ship, the "Gulf Princess," owned by a Spanish shipping company, was docked in Hamburg. The key to their success now lay entirely in whether this deputy director-level colleague's network in Germany could help them approach the target cargo ship or the target equipment. In fact, his network certainly didn't lack such resources.

Soon, this big shot began arranging their entry into Hamburg. He didn't reveal who orchestrated this operation. Much later, Fengwu learned that the person responsible for this secret mission was a former high-ranking agent of the East German Ministry of State Security. He was one of the most valuable spies recruited in Germany by a senior deputy director-level officer.

This man had also been a decorated agent of the German Democratic Republic's Ministry of State Security, tasked with controlling a Stasi intelligence network in West Germany at a very young age. After German reunification, his superiors were imprisoned, and he almost went to jail himself. Although West Germany later forgave the internal strife within the same nation, he still lost his job and his comfortable life. Wandering aimlessly in East Germany with its high unemployment rate, he met a highly capable senior officer working in Frankfurt in 1993. Their shared ideological background and the colonel's deep hatred for West Germany led him to quickly agree to work for Chinese national intelligence. During his 18 years working for China, the colonel contributed countless pieces of extremely valuable intelligence. This led to the senior officer's meteoric rise in rank, eventually reaching his current position as a deputy director-level officer.

The colonel had his own effective intelligence network in West Germany, and presumably had done something through the Port of Hamburg in the past. Therefore, he quickly found Fengwu a guide working there. Disguised and dressed in the typical engineer's uniform found in the port, Fengwu entered a seamen's lounge near the container terminal. Hamburg is a major international port, where Asians are just like any other race; all sorts of people are there, and no one noticed this unassuming woman, except for the guide who was having dinner in the bar.

As agreed beforehand, he greeted Fengwu, asking her nationality. After a brief exchange of coded language, they got down to business.

At his temporary lodging nearby, this handsome German mechanical engineer told Fengwu that the target ship, the "Gulf Princess," hadn't yet entered the Port of Hamburg, but he already knew where the 30,000-ton roll-on/roll-off ship would be docked. Furthermore, he would be in charge of the ship's maintenance.

This was good news, but Feng Wu then learned that it was impossible for her to board the ship. However, the engineer said he could install the equipment Feng Wu wanted in her designated location during routine maintenance on board.

As a seasoned mechanical engineer, he quickly figured out how to handle the locator.

Four days ago, the long-awaited "Princess" arrived in Hamburg Port as scheduled to begin routine pre-departure maintenance.

Two days ago, the deputy director's contact at the physics research center also sent a signal via email that "my work and life are going smoothly," informing that the electromagnetic device had left the center.

Today, before the engineer boarded the ship for maintenance, Feng Wu met with him again at his temporary residence, and he took the instrument he had just taken from his laptop.

What followed was an agonizing wait. Feng Wu went over the details of all the actions in her mind over and over again, feeling that everything was fine. The gunfight in Africa had been proven to be a misunderstanding, and she was completely an outsider who had been unintentionally dragged into it. When she went to retrieve the envelope, at that moment…

it was purely her intuition. She felt someone was spying on her, but time was of the essence, and she hadn't noticed anyone following her. The contents of the envelope had now been proven genuine, so it shouldn't be a trap…

Now, her only worry was whether that boastful engineer was up to the task. The person the deputy director-level senior had found was reliable, but this mission was extremely serious. If something went wrong, and she was targeted by the police or even the German security services, escaping would be very difficult…

Three hours later.

Finally, the heavens opened their eyes; the ordeal was over. A series of incredibly exciting electronic signals appeared on another device inside Feng Wu's laptop. This indicated that the Fifth Bureau's equipment had been installed and would enter a dormant state for the next few dozen days, until the target reached the designated location, at which point it would be automatically activated by a satellite signal. When the boastful engineer returned to his residence, Feng Wu had already left, but he left an envelope containing 20,000 euros and an invitation to travel to China on his bed (on Chinese territory, he would receive the highest level of hospitality, the highest reward many intelligence agents working for China dreamed of). However, upon returning to Frankfurt, Feng Wu received news that was not so pleasant: the Japanese had hired the world's best security company, the Israeli company Belcana, to provide security for the "Princess". Those shrewd Jews brought firearms and a lot of electronic equipment, probably including cameras that could monitor all possible infiltration points on the ship. This meant that if Feng Wu did not have sufficient manpower and firepower, she might not be able to take down the ship.

Such a lineup would not be enough with the ragtag army of Menelik, but this was not a problem for Feng Wu to worry about. She believed that Gao Shan would definitely make arrangements.

(5) On the 31st of the month, Agra, a town in the Kurdish-populated area of northern Iraq.

This area is near Kirkuk, once a major oil center under Saddam Hussein's regime. After the US military took action against Saddam in 2003, Kurdish guerrillas staged a comeback and captured Kirkuk. They later signed development contracts with Western energy companies, so the area is now filled with white people, most of whom work for various Western companies, and some are employees of UN agencies, NATO, and the EU.

With so many obvious targets, many extremist groups whose primary mission is to bomb US troops and Westerners also like to try their luck here. So, although the US military has begun withdrawing from Iraq, under the scorching sun, fully armed US soldiers still patrol the streets in thick, hot, and dusty armored vehicles, wearing heavy body armor. Iraqi National Army soldiers, jokingly referred to as "puppet troops," follow behind in old US military trucks.

Besides these people, there were other heavily armed individuals, carrying various weapons and driving all sorts of vehicles, recklessly driving through the streets. These were the so-called "private defense contractors."

Among these men and women, Zhou Xu kept an eye on one woman. She was dressed like a local, wearing an Arabic-style turban, sunglasses, and a full beard. She sat in a dusty, mud-splattered Toyota sedan, its original color unrecognizable, constantly taking pictures with a special camera.

In this chaotic place, all sorts of people came. After a while, three people approached him, trying to sell him various things: one asked if he wanted a cell phone or computer, another wanted to exchange currency, and a sleazy-looking guy who looked like a Russian human trafficker asked if he wanted to find prostitutes, even bringing a photo album for him to choose from.

However, he eventually dismissed them all.

It had been some time since Amir was brought back to the country, and Margaret got him to talk without much trouble.

They initially thought this guy, hunted down and silenced, might be a key figure, but the information they obtained was minimal; he was just a background character.

However, the intelligence he provided, though scarce, was better than nothing, at least giving them a direction for their next move. Western mercenary organizations operating in the Middle East generally have overt or covert connections with the US government, military, and large corporations. Amir insisted that the aviation fuel he smuggled in that night was for these people, and that the engine sound he heard was an AF-31F.

Zhou Xu believed Amir had no reason to lie; after all, his wife and children were gone, and he himself had nearly died. Hiding anything would do him no good. The timing also matched up. After the plane was lost, they studied various routes and concluded that the most likely route was via Iran to Iraq, which is why they went to the Middle East to try their luck, eventually finding Amir as a lead and tracking him all the way to East Africa.

So, it was too early to say that these mercenaries were responsible, but they were certainly involved. Mercenaries are after money; risking everything to steal a plane is less appealing than robbing a bank. Zhou Xu couldn't fathom their motives for stealing a fighter jet, especially with the mysterious female assassin. Her identity was now revealed: a terrorist, nicknamed the Red Death. Such a figure couldn't be easily manipulated by ordinary mercenary organizations.

This meant there might be a hidden hand behind these individuals.

Could it be related to the US government? This thought suddenly popped into Zhou Xu's mind.

However, it was just a thought. If the Americans were truly behind it, no one in the world could really do anything to them. They were the world's strongest nation; they could do whatever they wanted. Country B, a small Latin American country, would be helpless if the Americans wanted to scheme against it. The current government of country B is at odds with the United States and controls oil extraction, which has long been met with dissatisfaction from the Americans. The government's active efforts to cultivate relations with Russia, purchase weapons, and strengthen its military are largely due to the lessons learned from Iraq and Libya. They want to ensure that if they were to turn against the Americans one day, they wouldn't be completely defenseless.

But if it really was the Americans who did this, why would they want that plane? While the Su-30UBK isn't outdated in terms of performance, it's still a third-generation fighter. Even the Russian Air Force's own Su-27SMK is only a third-and-a-half generation fighter. The US Air Force has hundreds of F-22s, and the Navy and Marine Corps are starting to equip themselves with F-35s. Even the non-stealthy F-15, F-16, and F/A-18 are no less capable than the Soviet family. Why would the Americans need to place so much importance on a fighter jet that isn't even that advanced?

He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a solution. However, these matters were for the cabinet's advisors to handle; his immediate priority was finding the plane.

The woman in his camera's view was a local business agent for Tuoli Energy, named Catherine, a sophisticated and capable woman. According to Amir, the contact person for that deal was a woman, though they had only communicated by phone and had never met in person.

The suspected mercenary companies appear to have commercial contracts with Tuoli Energy, and these mercenaries are responsible for all of Tuoli Energy's security here. Zhou Xu believes that large conglomerates like Tuoli Energy almost always have a dark side, and now that they're involved with mercenaries, they're practically synonymous with conspiracy and crime. It's even possible that Tuoli Energy is the mastermind behind these mercenary companies. After all, he used to be a mercenary himself, so he's quite familiar with the ins and outs of this business.

The two might even be one and the same. If these mercenaries are actually Tuoli Energy's own private army, then Tuoli Energy becomes highly suspicious. It's hard to imagine that these mercenaries obtained aircraft without Tuoli Energy's knowledge.

But that doesn't make sense either. Tuoli Energy is a commercial organization; profit should be its goal. What would it need aircraft for? Completely useless. Does it want to switch to arms dealing? After observing this woman for the past few days, it seemed she wasn't a formal employee of Tuoli Energy, but rather a temporary hire, seemingly acting as a liaison between various parties. She didn't appear to have any specific work, spending more time with the mercenaries; anyone unaware of her background would certainly assume she worked for one of these mercenary companies. The

shutter clicked rapidly, clearly capturing the woman's face. Zhou Xu felt this woman might be a breakthrough; he desperately needed a crucial breakthrough. He had been under immense pressure lately. With such a major security incident, the arms deal with Russia had stalled, and it seemed that if the case wasn't solved, the entire deal might fall through. Moreover, this incident had an exceptionally negative impact on relations between the two countries. Russia

had also sent people to investigate. The plane was part of the trade deal; now, without receiving payment, the goods were missing, and they even had a traitor on their side—a truly humiliating defeat.

Meanwhile, in country B, one person died, and this happened in the presence of their own security officials. The plane, originally intended for their country's delivery, was stolen – a true double loss. Both sides were furious, seemingly believing the other side bore the primary responsibility. Some

high-ranking officials in China were already trying to hold him accountable, but Margaret had withstood the pressure. Zhou Xu knew very well that if he couldn't produce a convincing explanation, not only Margaret, but even her father, the Chief of the General Staff, wouldn't protect him. Such a major security incident couldn't be resolved with a few words.

The woman entered a high-end restaurant and sat down to talk with several men. Their relaxed and friendly conversation suggested they were acquaintances. Zhou Xu recognized one of them as someone from the U.S. State Department's local office; whether he was an official or not was unknown, but he certainly worked for the U.S. government. He didn't recognize the other two, but they didn't seem to be ordinary people.

This woman seemed to be very well-connected; she knew quite a few people. But correspondingly, she should also be easy to approach.

After sending the photo back, Zhou Xu began to ponder. The other side should already know about Amir's situation and likely suspect they're being tracked. They should also anticipate someone will find them here. Perhaps they've backed down, or perhaps they've laid traps to ambush their pursuers. Based on their modus operandi, the latter is more likely. After all, this is their territory. In Iraq, these mercenaries killing a few people is probably nothing. Even the US military might be their accomplices.

To deal with this woman, they should use strategy if possible. Force should be avoided unless absolutely necessary.

That night, at their secret hideout.

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