【Special Police Heroines】(Part 4: The Double Heist (Original Title: Pingxi Female Police Officer)) (02-09) Author: TinyFisher

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Part 4: The Twin Heroes (Original Title: Pingxi Female Police Officer)

Chapter 2:

In the villa of the Huizhu Hot Spring Hotel, uniformed police officers were going in and out. Some were taking photos, some were looking for fingerprints, and
some were analyzing them. Outside the police tape at the entrance, a crowd of peeking and peeking staff and guests had gathered.

The hotel manager, sweating profusely, stood next to Captain Li of the branch criminal investigation team.
It was common for hotel owners to have troublemakers and protection money come to their hotels, but a death in their own hotel was unprecedented
. If word got out, it would definitely affect the occupancy rate, especially for a resort hotel like theirs. The waiter next to him,
the young man who had discovered the murder early that morning, was not as nervous as him. His eyes kept glancing at the naked female corpse.
He couldn't help but feel sorry for her: Such a beautiful woman, sigh...

Captain Li had been questioning the two of them for more than half an hour. All he knew was that the two victims had
checked in . The man was generous but had a volatile temper, while the woman was gentle and kind. Because the hot spring
hotel had an open-plan management system, guests staying in the villas could have visitors come and go at any time. The security cameras were only installed at the main entrance and
parking lot , making it impossible to determine who entered or left the villa. He knew he wouldn't get any more information from the two men. He
reviewed the victims' identification again: Shen Guohao, male, from Hualien, Taiwan; Xiao Lingfang, female, a Taiwanese businesswoman from Zhabei District, Shanghai. The fact that they had been murdered in
his jurisdiction troubled him. Cases involving foreign nationals like this could easily escalate to higher authorities if not handled properly, often
resulting in pressure to solve the case within a set timeframe. Failing to close the case by then would be a serious problem. His palms
were now sweaty. Just then, one of his detectives entered the bedroom and tugged at his arm. "Captain Li,
the information you asked me to investigate has yielded results."

"Oh? Is the deceased recorded in our system?"

"There's no record. But the city bureau said they have information on a man, who seems to have connections to overseas organized crime."

"Where is it? Let me see it."

"I haven't received it yet. They said they'd send it over soon, it'll be here soon."

"Them? Who are they?"

"Interpol."

Captain Li was startled. How did a murder case suddenly involve Interpol? At that moment
, a commotion broke out outside the door. Then, the door opened, and two policewomen walked in. The one in the lead was a female police supervisor. She
wasn't tall, less than 1.6 meters, but her figure was extremely well-proportioned, and even in her police uniform, she appeared very slender. She had
an extremely delicate face, with snow-white skin, and a unique, refined air about her, giving her a pure and innocent charm that was
captivating . Her long hair was tied into
a ponytail, exuding a very capable air. [Note 1] She walked up to Captain Li and extended her hand:
"Captain Li Qiang, right?"

Her voice was pleasant, making Captain Li slightly dazed. He quickly wiped his hands on his clothes and
grasped her hand. The female police inspector's slender hand was warm, soft yet strong: "My name is Zhao Jianling, from the
Interpol Center. I'm in charge of coordinating organized crime and anti-drug efforts in Southeast Asia. This is
Officer ."

Zhao Jianling? Captain Li immediately straightened up. Zhao Jianling was a legend in the criminal investigation field. Ten years ago, she
was the head of the Interpol office in the Guangdong-Hong Kong region, cracking down on numerous domestic and Southeast Asian organized crime groups and
capturing hundreds of gang leaders, large and small. It was rumored that she had fallen into the hands of the underworld many times, but always
managed to escape safely. In his imagination, this Zhao Jianling was a strong woman, decisive and efficient, even somewhat
ruthless. He never expected that the woman standing in front of him would be such a pure and delicate woman. While not a stunning
beauty, her refined气质 (qi zhi, a kind of elegant and refined demeanor) was captivating. Given her seniority, she should have been well past thirty,
yet her appearance and attire resembled that of a schoolgirl, her skin fair and smooth, untouched by the passage
of . Holding the hand of this legendary woman, Li Qiang was somewhat mesmerized, unsure how to respond.

Yang Yunna, standing beside him, grew impatient: "Captain Li, our Director Zhao is greeting you."

Li Qiang then realized his lapse in composure. He quickly released her hand, coughing awkwardly a few times: "Ahem,
Director Zhao, hello…" he stammered, "You know the victim?"

Zhao Jianling's expression turned grave: "It should be. Let me see him first. Could you allow these unrelated people
to be taken out?"

Li Qiang felt her words were rather unpleasant. "Unrelated"—did that mean his subordinates were also
unrelated ? However, Zhao Jianling's tone carried an undeniable authority. He nodded, "No problem."

Li Qiang accompanied Zhao Jianling to the two corpses. The man was bound to the bed,
his body , leaving two holes in each wound. His face was contorted in agony; he had likely died in excruciating pain.
The woman lay on the carpet, her appearance utterly miserable. Her hands and feet were broken, twisted in a strange
position. Her naked body was covered in cigarette burns and belt marks. On one breast
was a knife wound that had severed her nipple in two, as if she had been tortured. Her
genitals swollen and red, the opening and pubic hair covered in dried semen, indicating that she had suffered a brutal gang rape before her death.
Her fatal wound was also in her genitals; a steel pipe had been inserted into her vagina, with only a short
section . The tube inside her body must have been very long, piercing her internal organs, heart, and lungs. Blood flowed from the tube,
staining most of the carpet crimson.

Having been a police officer for over a decade, Li Qiang was used to all sorts of murder scenes, but
even he felt a pang of fear when he first saw this. The killer's methods were truly appallingly brutal. He stole glances at
the reactions of the two female Interpol officers.

Zhao Jianling slowly knelt before the victim's body, her hand brushing aside the hair covering the corpse's face,
revealing a beautiful face with wide-open, lifeless eyes. With trembling
hands, Zhao Jianling gently closed her eyes. Standing beside her, Li Qiang clearly saw two tears
slide , dripping onto the woman's snow-white chest.

"Women are women after all, so soft-hearted," Li Qiang couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Yet, a sudden urge
welled up to hold her in his arms and comfort her.

Zhao Jianling stared blankly at the female victim for a while before standing up, patting Yang Yunna's hand,
indicating that she should explain to Li Qiang. Then he pointed to the bathroom, indicating that he was going to use the restroom.

Yang Yunna carefully examined the scene and the physical condition of the male and female victims. Pointing to the wounds on the man's body
, she showed them to Li Qiang: "Captain Li, do you see these wounds?"

"Yes, triangular wounds, probably caused by some kind of pyramid."

"That's right. But you see, all the stab wounds are penetrating wounds. None of them are fatal. Also, the female victim's
body has many bruises and burn marks, they must have been tortured before they died."

Li Qiang nodded vigorously, this female Interpol agent's analysis was very insightful. He pointed to the male corpse, "You
two know their situation, right?"

Yang Yunna continued, "This man is called Shen Guohao, the leader of the Shanghai branch of the Bamboo Union Gang's Zhan Tang."

Bamboo Union Gang? Zhan Tang? Li Qiang was even more dumbfounded now. He had seen many local gangsters, but this was the first time he had seen Taiwanese
gangsters in the north.

Yang Yunna paused, understandingly. She was also a beauty, but unlike Zhao Jianling, she had
a healthy wheat-colored complexion, a round face, a straight nose, and a large mouth that gave her
a wildness reminiscent of Shu Qi. Even at the murder scene, Li Qiang couldn't help but drift off: were all the Interpol agents beauties?

In the restroom, Zhao Jianling leaned against the sink, covering her mouth with both hands. Although she didn't cry
out loud , hot tears streamed down her face: "Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao, I never thought you..."

***

On the way back to the city, Zhao Jianling sat in the passenger seat, her eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window,
saying nothing. Yang Yunna could see that the director was extremely sad, but she didn't know what to say to comfort Zhao Jianling,
so she remained silent. The two of them remained silent all the way. When they arrived at the station, Zhao Jianling gestured for her to come to her office.
She closed the door, and after a long while, she slowly spoke, "Maggie, there's something I
can tell you now..." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, and continued, "...The real name of that female
victim was Fang..." Her voice suddenly choked, and two streams of tears slid down her cheeks.
Yang Yunna had followed Zhao Jianling since she was transferred to the department. She was usually efficient and enthusiastic, and she had never seen
her so distraught. She quickly handed her a tissue.

Zhao Jianling wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "Her name was Fang Lingxiao, and she was my former subordinate. Ten years ago, Taiwanese
organized crime infiltrated the mainland on a large scale, and my department was responsible for gathering intelligence on them. The Bamboo Union opened
a . The mastermind behind the company was the Bamboo Union's chief protector, Zhang Anle, the White Wolf. Lingxiao changed her
name and infiltrated the company under the guise of applying for a job. Later, she became Shen Guohao's assistant..."

At this point, Zhao Jianling's thoughts drifted back to two years ago, to their last meeting. It happened after
she was transferred to the bureau, during a business trip to Shanghai. She invited Fang Lingxiao out for dinner
at Laverbena near the Oriental Pearl Tower, with the rolling Yangtze River beside them. As they were about to part, Fang Lingxiao suddenly blurted
out , "Actually, Shen Guohao isn't a bad person; he's just simple-minded and easily manipulated."

She remembered repeatedly reminding Fang Lingxiao to control his emotions and not let personal feelings
interfere with his duties. Later, she heard from Fu Zhengling, who was in charge of Southeast Asia, that after Fang Lingxiao went undercover, the intelligence he provided
was of very high quality, helping Interpol to successively arrest key Taiwanese gang leaders who had fled to the mainland, including Wu Tongtan of
the Tiandao Alliance and Yang Guangnan of the Sihai Gang. She was also gratified by the achievements of her old subordinate.

This time, Interpol again received intelligence from Fang Lingxiao. After the Liao Gangfeng Group was destroyed, Zhan Tang lost
their drug sales channels in the north. Shen Guohao personally went north to contact the Beijing underworld and rebuild the Bamboo
Union's sales network. She had originally planned to meet up with Fang Lingxiao, but she never imagined that when she reunited with her former comrade-in-arms,
they would be separated by death.

"...You know what happened next. Last week, she contacted the Southeast Coast Office of Interpol, saying that
Shen Guohao had gone north. The office then relayed the intelligence to the bureau, which is why I sent you to investigate Zhan Tang's influence in the north.
Lingxiao's last intelligence indicated that Shen Guohao had contacted Lu Wu of the Prince's Hall and Duan Daying."

Yang Yunna finally understood why her usually quick-witted and intelligent director had lost his composure today; the image of Fang Lingxiao's blood-soaked body flashed before her eyes
. Clearly, the killer was both brutal and deranged. Among all the people she had investigated, she had never
encountered such a dangerous individual. She continued Zhao Jianling's words: "Because our files didn't include any local gangs,
I went to the Municipal Public Security Bureau to retrieve their records. I also interviewed people from the branch bureaus and police stations. The Prince's Hall's influence
developed from some vocational schools and technical secondary schools. The members are all very young, and the gang's business mainly involves internet cafes, karaoke bars, and sports betting.
But in terms of age groups, they cover the main consumer groups of soft drugs. Duan Daying used to be Liao Gangfeng's
subordinate. After Liao Gangfeng was arrested, he joined Lai Guangning in Nancheng. I believe he should still have some of
Liao Gangfeng's old client resources."

"Liao Gangfeng? Then we really should contact the Municipal Public Security Bureau. I heard that Liao Gangfeng's case was
solved by the Municipal Public Security Bureau's SWAT team."

"Okay, I'll contact them right away!"

[tobe contained]

[Note 1]: If readers find this passage familiar, please don't accuse me of plagiarism. This is
a passage from test_new describing Zhao Jianling's appearance, which I have slightly modified. This is as
a tribute to my senior and my goddess.

Chapter 3, The Case

The sound of rushing water stopped, and Ye Lanxin, wrapped in a bath towel, emerged from the bathroom. She walked lightly to
the computer in the study, sat down, picked up the mouse, and opened a case report she had just received that day.

"...True identity: Officer of the South China Office of Interpol...Discovered
murdered by hotel staff on the morning of the 6th...

"Autopsy report: The deceased's body was covered with dark red marks, presumably
caused by ligature marks from a rope approximately 0.5 cm in diameter. Judging from the color of the marks, the deceased had been bound for a long time before the murder,
resulting in subcutaneous bleeding. The binding method suggests that a rope was wrapped around the back of the neck, split into two strands
, and descended along the deceased's chest, tightening and wrapping around the base of the breasts. This resulted in extensive subcutaneous bleeding at the base of the
breasts, as well as numerous small purplish-black bleeding points on the surface of the breasts, caused by congestion and hypoxia... The deceased's body had over
100 raised bloodstains, presumably left by being whipped with a belt..."

Below the text were close-up photos of women's breasts being tortured from different angles. The digital camera
photos clearly reproduced every detail of the female Interpol agent's breasts. In different
photos , the breast not only had the binding marks and bloodstains described in the report, but also several round, charred scars,
clearly marks from cigarette burns. Looking at these cruel and erotic scenes, Ye Lanxin's slender hand
involuntarily went to her full breasts, completely unaware that the loose bath towel had fallen to the ground. Her hand
landed directly on her right breast, her long, thin fingers gently stroking around the base of her breast, as if it
were tightly bound by a rope. As her gaze moved with each photo, seeing the marks
appear before her eyes, her fingers followed suit, moving to the corresponding spots on her own breast. Unconsciously, her
breathing became heavy…

These images of bondage and torture suddenly reminded her of that afternoon a month ago, when a man named Liao
Gangfeng bound her body with a rope. The rough rope rubbed against her delicate skin, bringing not only
pain but also stimulation. Forced nakedness in front of a crowd meant her virgin body
was exposed , pressed tightly against them, chest to chest, flesh to flesh. She remembered her
body becoming unusually aroused by extreme shame. The painful memories
of made her already recovered body tremble slightly again. The vivid memories of sadomasochism caused
waves of emotion within her, her heart pounding. Her fingers brushed against her nipples; those
bright, nipples were already incredibly erect. [For details regarding Ye Lanxin's abuse, please see "Special Police Heroine -
Anti-Drug Vanguard" - Female Special Police Chapter] Her right hand left the mouse and touched her lower abdomen. She felt
as if a fire was burning there, making her mouth dry and her heart pounding with a thousand wild horses, with nowhere to vent.
She gently rubbed her soft, white abdomen, hoping to alleviate the burning sensation, but it had the opposite effect.
The caresses on her sensitive areas and the slippery feeling from her fingertips intensified her lust, making
her, weak and powerless after the bath, unable to control herself. Her gaze became hazy, and her nimble hand gradually slid between
her jade-like legs, parting the soft pubic hair...

She closed her eyes, and she was back to that afternoon: the car chase, the fight, the capture, the nakedness... and then
the short, fat man tightly bound her with a rope. After fondling her breasts, he
forcibly spread her thighs and rubbed her virgin territory with his rough fingers—
the first and only time in her life that a man had directly touched her most precious part. It was a powerful stimulation she had never felt
before . With the movement of his fingers, waves of immense pleasure surged
up and down like tides, only to surge up again with even greater energy… Thinking of this, Ye Lanxin's subconscious lust burned like
a flame , causing her uterus and vagina to surge with desire. Her slender middle finger was like a key, gently
touching and opening her two already half-closed jade gates, and clear love fluid flowed involuntarily.

"Oh…" The beautiful policewoman's red lips parted slightly, and she sighed softly. If
there had been a man beside her at this moment, he would surely have been stimulated to the point of nosebleeds by this beautiful scene.

She imagined her fingers as the drug dealer's, recalling his finger movements and mimicking them.
Her breathing grew heavier, her heart pounded faster… Just as she was about to fall into the abyss of lust
, the living room phone suddenly rang.

Ring ring ring…

She frowned, her already dazed body unwilling to leave this intoxicating state. She remained slumped in the chair in
that sexy, languid posture, her hands still on her body.

After a few rings, the call automatically ended. She had just let out a long breath when it rang again,
slowly and deliberately : …ring ring ring…ring ring ring…

She realized who was calling now—her mother, Gu Yulin. Knowing her mother's temper,
if she didn't answer, her mother would keep dialing until the phone died. If her strict mother knew that her
proud daughter was…masturbating behind her back, the thought made her face flush. She remembered
when she was around ten years old, just starting puberty, and very curious about her body. One day, she secretly
rubbed , only to be caught red-handed by her mother who burst in. That night, both her palms
were swollen from being hit with a ruler by her mother, and she couldn't hold anything or write for several days.

Thinking of her mother's stern face, the female political commissar of the special police team quickly got up from her chair and ran to the living room.

Behind her, the camera on the monitor subtly adjusted its angle, tracking her
naked figure...

***

"Director Zhao."

"Captain Liang."

The two police beauties clasped hands tightly. Liang Ruoxue carefully examined Zhao Jianling in front of her.
Many years ago, when she was still a student at the Public Security University, she had attended a lecture by Zhao Jianling
about the cracking of the South Korean *Bangfei Tiger Group drug trafficking case. From then on, Zhao Jianling had always been her idol.
Ten years had passed in a flash, and Zhao Jianling in front of her had not changed at all, neither in appearance nor in temperament.
Including that ponytail—this powerful woman, who commanded respect in both the underworld and legitimate society, must be in her thirties, right?
Women her age no longer wear such a student-style hairstyle. Yet, this hairstyle suited
her perfectly, highlighting her pure and natural beauty.

Having assumed a high-ranking position in the police force at such a young age, Liang Ruoxue had always been a very proud person. But
when she faced her idol from her teenage years again, she sincerely sighed in her heart that the woman before her was
an insurmountable peak.

Zhao Jianling was also observing Liang Ruoxue. The young SWAT captain opposite her was slightly taller than her,
with long, flowing hair, quiet and dignified, graceful and elegant, with a delicate and charming face. Although not a beauty that could topple kingdoms,
there was always a kind of endearing quality in her every move. When they shook hands upon meeting, her
gentle smile even made Zhao Jianling, a woman herself, feel a little moved. Her eyes, though clear and transparent, had a
bottomless depth. Zhao Jianling thought to herself, "She must have
some extraordinary qualities to become the captain of the special police force in Beijing at such a young age."

After the two sat down, Zhao Jianling got straight to the point, asking, "Captain Liang, did you see
the case briefing our company sent yesterday?"

Liang Ruoxue nodded, "Yes, I saw it. It's such a pity." Her expression naturally revealed the sympathy and sadness she felt for
her colleague 's sacrifice. This made Zhao Jianling's eyes redden slightly. She paused for a few seconds before
continuing, "Shen Guohao came north this time to expand drug sales in the north. Mainly because
the cracking created a large vacuum in the drug sales network in Beijing. This gave many drug trafficking groups an
opportunity to reshuffle. According to our intelligence, not only the Bamboo Union, but also many other drug trafficking groups have sent people here,
including forces from Guangdong, Hong Kong, Southeast Asia, and even the Golden Triangle."

Hearing this, a glint flashed in Liang Ruoxue's eyes.

Zhao Jianling didn't notice Liang Ruoxue's expression and continued, "The Bamboo Union was our
only reliable lead, but now it's gone..."

At this point, her voice choked with emotion. Sitting next to her, Liang Ruoxue gently patted the back of her hand.
Zhao Jianling paused, then said, "...Our last intelligence was that he had contact with Lu Wu of the Prince's Hall, and Duan Daying, a
former ."

"Lu Wu...Duan Daying..." Liang Ruoxue repeated the names twice, "...
I don't seem to remember them. But if I hear anything, I'll definitely let you know."

"Thank you very much. Here's the department's approval document," Yang Yunna, standing beside her, handed Liang Ruoxue a
document . "To cut off these poisonous claws reaching towards the capital, the department is paying close attention to this case. Vice Minister
Yu personally approved that the Interpol Center Bureau take the lead, and I will personally coordinate and mobilize police departments throughout Beijing, Tianjin, and Hebei
to bring these drug traffickers to justice."

Liang Ruoxue carefully read the approval document and returned it to Yang Yunna. "Director Zhao, rest assured,
I will fully cooperate."

"Thank you, Captain Liang. Please send someone to follow the lead of Duan Daying and Liao Gangfeng's former subordinates.
Maggi will stay here to work and help you contact Interpol. Please
treat ."

"No problem." Liang Ruoxue reached for the phone on the table and dialed a number: "Wanting, please come to my
office."

Two minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Report."

"Come in!"

The door opened, and a tall, capable policewoman walked in. Liang Ruoxue pointed—
"This is Yu Wanting, the captain of our SWAT team's third squad."

She turned to Yu Wanting: "Wanting, this is Director Zhao and Officer Yang from Interpol.
Officer Yang will be working at our base from now on. Please take Officer Yang to a dormitory room, and let her share an
office ."

"Yes, sir!"

Yu Wanting gave a clean and crisp salute and left with Yang Yunna.

Zhao Jianling nodded and smiled at Liang Ruoxue, "Captain Liang, your subordinates are truly well-trained. And
..."

"And what?" Liang Ruoxue asked curiously.

"...Just like you, they're all great beauties."

Liang Ruoxue laughed too, "You're joking. How could we dare boast of being beauties in front of you?"

***

After seeing Zhao Jianling off, Liang Ruoxue convened a meeting with her squad leaders. Because Squad Leader Ma Yanmei
was still on leave recovering from her injuries, the meeting was attended by Political Commissar Ye Lanxin, who was temporarily acting as Squad Leader, as well as Squad Leader
Qi Wei and Squad Leader Yu Wanting.

Liang Ruoxue briefly explained the case; in fact, all the squad leaders had been notified via email yesterday.
Finally, she said, "This is a golden opportunity for our SWAT team. The last cracking of the Liao Gangfeng case
had a large element of chance. Some leaders in the bureau haven't changed their view that we're just figureheads. This time, Interpol
's intelligence shows that so many drug network contacts are gathered in Beijing. We need to get ahead of our brother units and
catch as many big fish as possible!"

"Right!" Qi Wei was very excited. "We're always the supporting actors in every operation, with the branch bureau's criminal investigation team and the city bureau's
action department playing the leading roles. This time, we can take the initiative based on intelligence!"

"We can find out the entire deployment through that Maggie Yang," Yu Wanting added.

"Yes, yes, that way we can get there first."

"We also have our own leads. Recently, we've made progress on several lines that have been following the Liao Gangfeng case.
With the information from both sides combined, we'll definitely be faster than other units!"

The two squad leaders talked a lot, but Political Commissar Ye Lanxin, who was standing to the side, remained silent.

Liang Ruoxue noticed and turned to Ye Lanxin: "Political Commissar?"

Ye Lanxin then spoke: "I think we must fully cooperate with Interpol's operation this time. But
I don't agree with acting independently without following the unified plan. That would disrupt the plan."

"But what if they don't arrange for us to arrest those big drug lords?" Qi Wei asked rhetorically.

"That's their unified arrangement; we should follow orders. Besides, if we rush
ahead of other departments, it will affect our relationship with other units,"

Liang Ruoxue said, her lips curling slightly. She also disagreed with the political commissar's opinion. "Our actions can't be
too conservative. They came to us this time because we solved Liao Gangfeng's case. But if they only
let us track down Liao Gangfeng's remaining accomplices, we're still just supporting characters. As for other units, humph! They usually bring us along to
crime scenes just to find some female police officers for show; after solving a case, all the credit goes to them. If
we catch the culprit and solve the case, whether they have any objections can go to the ministry!"

Ye Lanxin insisted on her opinion: "I don't agree with this approach. What if the operation fails because we don't follow the plan
?" The director had arranged for her to come because he was worried that Liang Ruoxue would act
arbitrarily based , affecting the relationships between the various units in the bureau. She wanted to fulfill her responsibility.

"I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong! Let's adjourn the meeting and continue the discussion tomorrow." After saying that, she stood up
and walked out of the office.

[tobecontinued]

Chapter 4, Zhou Peng.

Zhou Peng's veins
bulged .

"Damn it! Old Wang, who told you to let those two thugs who were stabbing people go?!"

Old Wang looked troubled. "Old Zhou, don't you know whose people they are?"

"Of course I know, they're just Shuangxi's henchmen!"

"Yeah, how can I keep Shuangxi's men locked up? One call from the county to the bureau, then another call from the bureau
to me, what can I do?" Old Wang spread his hands.

Zhou Peng glared at him angrily, and Old Wang looked back with a half-smile. Lu Peng stared into Old Wang's eyes
for a while, then suddenly said, "It wasn't Wu Shuangxi who called you personally, was it?"

"Damn it! If the bureau hadn't called me, I wouldn't have dared to release the people you arrested!"

Zhou Peng fell silent. Old Wang paused for a moment, then said to him, "Old Zhou, let it go. You and I both know
what kind of person Shuangxi is. In all these years, when have you ever beaten him?"

"Damn it!" Zhou Peng's veins bulged. "I don't believe it! We'll see..."

Old Wang shook his head, watching Zhou Peng slam the door and leave. The

small

conference room was packed with the county public security bureau's top officials. Everyone looked tense;
the presence of leaders from both the city and county levels showed the importance placed on this matter. Amidst the pungent smell of tobacco and men's sweat
, a faint, delicate fragrance stubbornly wafted into everyone's nostrils. All the men's eyes were fixed
on the owner of the perfume, a slender figure standing beside the projector. Among the sea of navy blue uniforms,
Ye Lanxin's white uniform shirt stood out.

"Ahem… Could you please stop smoking?" Ye Lanxin's voice was gentle and sweet. Her bright
eyes slowly swept over the room, and these burly men felt a shiver run through them when their eyes met.
Damn, how could there be such a beautiful woman in the world?! The men felt a sudden pressure and embarrassment, and
unanimously stubbed out their cigarettes.

Since the last meeting, Ye Lanxin had argued with Liang Ruoxue twice. Liang Ruoxue would never let such a good
opportunity to make a contribution slip by; she didn't want to listen to Ye Lanxin's conservative arguments. She was even more worried that Ye Lanxin would report her actions to
the bureau. She finally came up with a plan—to send Ye Lanxin on a business trip to Fuping.

Liao Gangfeng's case exposed large-scale poppy cultivation in remote mountainous areas of Hebei and Shanxi provinces surrounding the capital
. Last time, Ma Yanmei led a team to raid a poppy-growing village near Fengning. Although the results were significant, the special police team also
paid a heavy price. First squad leader Ma Yanmei was captured and raped by drug growers. Her
team members, led by Wang Lan, also fell into the hands of villagers, suffering humiliation and torture. Currently, Ma Yanmei, Wang Lan, and most of the team members
are still recovering in the hospital. In the confessions of Liao Gangfeng and Zhang Yongming, Fuping was another, even larger, source of drug
precursors .

Liang Ruoxue's original idea about the Fuping drug den was similar to that of Fengning; she hoped to send a team there to
"strike at the heart of the matter," directly capturing the "Shuangxizi" mentioned by Zhang Yongming, achieving a remarkable feat. The situation in the capital
is complex , and a large number of police officers cannot be allocated immediately. She changed her strategy and submitted a report directly, hoping that the bureau
would coordinate with the Hebei Provincial Department. The female special police team would act as coordinators, and Hebei would send police officers to jointly solve the case.
Taking

this opportunity, she arranged for Ye Lanxin to go on a business trip and be transferred away from this operation. Ye Lanxin, who was relatively naive in politics, did not think as much as Liang Ruoxue did. She clearly knew the harm of these
poppy cultivations and readily accepted the task. Knowing that her professional skills were not very strong, she requested to take
a squad leader with her. In order to appease her, Liang Ruoxue sent Qi Wei to Fuping with her on the business trip.

While Ye Lanxin was recounting the case in detail, Officer Shan Xiuyan from the Provincial Department's Narcotics Control Division, who had come to supervise the case, was also
listening attentively . This was not the first time she had heard Ye Lanxin talk about this case. Before coming to Fuping, Ye Lanxin
had shared the case details with the Narcotics Control Division at the Public Security Bureau. But every time she heard these details, she felt shocked. She had been
a police officer for almost seven years, and this was the first time she had heard of such a large-scale drug cultivation in the province.

"...According to Zhang Yongming's confession, he frequently came to Fuping and neighboring counties in Shanxi
to purchase . His main supplier was Wu Shuangxi. Does anyone here know this person?"

Ye Lanxin paused here, looking at the people in the room. The audience remained silent, and she
didn't continue speaking; the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Qi Wei sat opposite Ye Lanxin, able to see both sides from her angle. The officers sitting below
either had serious expressions and tightly closed mouths, or were looking down at their phones. Ye Lanxin, standing, appeared calm and composed,
lightly toying with a laser pointer. She pursed her lips; judging by this, this case wouldn't
be closed . Her mind had already flown back to Beijing; the captain and Yu Wanting might already be making
arrests. Taiwanese gangsters, Hong Kong triads, Southeast Asian gangs, Golden Triangle drug traffickers, Interpol… just
thinking about it excited her. She was extremely unhappy when Liang Ruoxue sent her. She was determined to stay in
the capital and fight those legendary gangsters, rather than come to this remote little county to catch a petty thug.

At this moment, Ye Lanxin's mind was neither "settled" nor "idle." Most people's faces were hidden
behind the projector lights; she couldn't see their expressions or know what they were thinking. This silence
could mean one thing: people were completely unaware. She had retrieved the drug-related files from the provincial department, and Wu Shuangxi's
name . If Wu Shuangxi was cultivating and selling opium on a large scale, and according to Liao Gangfeng, "had power and
connections," there was no reason why the local police wouldn't know. Of course, another possibility was that they knew but didn't report it—
but what force kept these policemen silent?

Her beautiful eyes swept across the room. Several minutes passed, and the room remained silent, save
for the whirring of the projector fan. Finally, a high-pitched, woman-like voice broke the silence: "Does everyone know this person? Tianfu, do you know him?" The speaker was Lu Shichang
, the county's Public Security Bureau Chief . Criminal Investigation Captain Cheng Tianfu immediately stood up straight: "Reporting to the Director, I'm not quite sure either. I 'll check with the household registration department later to see how many Wu Shuangxis there are in our county." Lu Shichang clapped his hands: "Tianfu, you've got it! You'll definitely help Political Commissar Ye find him, and you'll get credit for it !" Huang Guixing, the deputy county head in charge of political and legal affairs, also spoke up: "Old Lu, then we'll have to trouble your county bureau," he said to Lu Shichang, but his eyes were fixed on Ye Lanxin. From the first moment he saw her, he was deeply captivated.

He was stunned. How could there be such a beautiful and charming woman in the world?! She had been sitting next to him before she spoke, and he
had wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms. Every smile and gesture of hers had captivated him. His swollen
eyes gazed affectionately at Ye Lanxin: "You all need to work even harder, dig three feet into the ground, and dig out that Shuangxi!"

Ye Lanxin knew that continuing like this wouldn't yield any results from these men. She smiled sweetly at Lu Shichang:
"Director Lu, thank you very much."

That smile was like a gentle breeze blowing through a valley, stirring the hearts of every man present
.

***

"Political Commissar Ye, Officer Qi, Officer Shan, please go back to the guesthouse and rest. We'll discuss the case again tomorrow."

"Okay, goodbye!"

"Goodbye."

Lu Shichang personally opened the door and saw the three policewomen out of his office. He watched Ye Lanxin's slender
figure disappear at the end of the corridor before entering the house, closing the door, and nervously saying, "County Chief Huang..."

Huang Guixing didn't answer. He stood by the window with his arms crossed. He watched Ye Lanxin walk out of the police station
and get into the car before turning back: "Damn, she's really beautiful! It looks like you could squeeze water out of her!"

"Is it the water down there?" Lu Shichang's lewd remark made Huang Guixing chuckle lewdly.

He asked, "What about Wu Shuangxi?"

"I'll notify him right away." Lu Shichang took over, making a beheading gesture, "Tell Shuangxi
not to leave any clues!"

Huang Guixing laughed: "Old Lu, you're too ruthless. It's a
pity not to have some fun with such a beautiful woman." As he spoke, he made a ball-holding motion with his hand. Today, Ye Lanxin's two high breasts
almost burst through her shirt, making him unable to forget her. And her stunningly beautiful face made him even
more infatuated .

"Having fun is fine, but these two are from Beijing. What if something goes wrong..."

Lu Shichang, always cautious, was somewhat worried. He knew this deputy county head had powerful backing, far more powerful than
he had imagined. Huang Guixing had been transferred from the provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission to this county three years ago, directly appointed as deputy county head, clearly a move
intended to enhance his resume. Before his arrival, Director Guo of the Municipal Public Security Bureau and Deputy Secretary Wang of the Municipal Party Committee in charge of political and legal affairs both
called to advise him to treat this County Head Huang well. The two quickly became acquainted. Huang
Guixing was incredibly resourceful; on their second meeting, he directly asked Lu Shichang for a list of the bigwigs who ran mines and grew poppies. He
made it very clear to Lu Shichang that these people could make money "legally," but they shouldn't cause trouble. Lu Shichang, of course,
understood County Head Huang's meaning. He didn't dare to keep anything to himself and, afterwards,
introduced all the mine owners and underworld figures to Huang Guixing without exception. Although Huang Guixing outwardly maintained no contact with those people, Lu Shichang knew
that Wu Shuangxi, Liao Heizi, and other underworld figures were already having close ties with County Chief Huang. Knowing Huang Guixing's fondness
for women, he deliberately offered him his mistress, Zhai Xiaojuan, a policewoman in charge of household registration. However,
Huang Guixing didn't seem particularly interested. Later, Lu Shichang learned from Zhai Xiaojuan that County Chief Huang actually preferred virgins.
Unable to arrange it himself, he sent Wu Shuangxi to find some good girls among the middle school students for Huang Guixing's sexual encounters.
Today, the two policewomen and the provincial officials had just arrived at the bureau when Huang Guixing arrived uninvited, indicating that
County Chief Huang had heard some rumors beforehand. He noticed a hint of unease on Huang Guixing's fair face
.

Seeing the change in his expression, Huang Guixing patted him on the shoulder: "Old Lu, no problem.
I'll take the blame if anything goes wrong!"

"Hahahaha..." Lu Shichang chuckled dryly. He took out his phone and dialed a number: "Hey,
Shuangxi? I have something to tell you..."

He explained the case that the police officers from Beijing and the provincial department were investigating. There was a silence on the other end of the line for over a
minute before someone said, "Director Lu, arrange for them to come over. Don't worry about the rest. Leave it to
me."

Lu Shichang let out a slight sigh, looked back at Huang Guixing, nodded, and continued, "There's one more
thing. You have to keep that policewoman surnamed Ye for Xing-ge..."

***

Zhou Peng returned to the station and happened to run into Liao Xiaojuan coming out of Lu Shichang's office in the corridor. Liao Xiaojuan
winked at him and led him to the archives. Back in middle school, Liao Xiaojuan was the school beauty of their
grade, and he had pursued her intensely for a while. Although he hadn't succeeded, their relationship had become somewhat ambiguous ever since. Later,
after Liao Xiaojuan graduated from vocational school, she joined the Public Security Bureau. For her sake, he used connections to get himself a job at the police station
and then worked his way up to criminal investigator. He knew Liao Xiaojuan was Lu Shichang's mistress, but he couldn't escape her
attraction. Liao Xiaojuan, being a clever woman, naturally knew Zhou Peng's feelings for her. Her vanity made her play hard to get with
Zhou Peng , not wanting him to succeed and offend Lu Shichang, yet also not wanting this man who truly loved her
to leave her side.

Liao Xiaojuan whispered in Zhou Peng's ear that a police officer from the provincial department had come with two
female police officers from Beijing to investigate opium cultivation in Fuping. She specifically mentioned Wu Shuangxi by name.

Zhou Peng's eyes lit up. He had always hated evil, and he joined the Public Security Bureau partly for Liao Xiaojuan and
partly for his own ideals. He had fought with Wu Shuangxi for years but couldn't find evidence to arrest him.
Wu Shuangxi also found him troublesome; neither threats nor bribes worked on Zhou Peng.

Zhou Peng knew that some people in the villages below were growing opium; in old revolutionary base areas like Fuping, it was an open secret. From
there all the way to Kelan, Ningwu, Fanshi, Wutai, and other places in Shanxi, people had made their fortunes growing opium.
He had never imagined that Wu Shuangxi had actually amassed his wealth through opium cultivation and trafficking—that bastard!

Liao Xiaojuan was practically lying on top of Zhou Peng, her soft breasts pressing against his arms, making him
feel dizzy. She clearly told him which rooms the policewomen were staying in at the Fuping Hotel;
it was her arrangement. Lu Shichang had also instructed her to pretend to search the county's household registration records for several Wu Shuangxis to buy time.
She overheard Lu Shichang calling Wu Shuangxi, instructing him to burn all the poppies in Shouchangsi Village to destroy the evidence.

"Dapeng, if you solve Wu Shuangxi's case this time and bring down Lu Shichang, the two of us..."

[tobe contained]

Regarding why the name was changed: (Editor's note: The original title of the fourth part was "Pingxi Female Police Officer", now changed to "Twin Beauties'
Tribulation")

Many things have happened in my life over the past year, resulting in a long hiatus from updating this series.
The original ideas are no longer feasible. Now, starting to write again, I have to follow a new approach. I apologize to
everyone. I hope you will continue to support me.

To make up for it, I have specially participated in this year's "Literary Heart and Carving Dragons" event in the Original Life section.
Please continue reading: Special Police Heroine Side Story – Flower in the Water.

Special Police Heroine Side Story: Flower in the Water

"In the cold rain and wind, how much prosperity is like a dream, once vibrant and colorful, blown away by the wind. Looking back suddenly,
love is like smoke and clouds, youth flows away like water, leaving no trace..."

Xiao Meng stood at the entrance of the presidential suite of the Mist Flower Nightclub, holding a tray. He was carrying a Hennessy XO ordered by
a customer , but he didn't push the door open. Instead, he stood at the door, quietly listening to
the faint singing coming from inside. The singer was a woman, her voice both beautiful and melancholic. He had never heard such a beautiful
voice before, not only melodious but also moving.

"...I see flowers in the water, desperately trying to hold onto a touch of red, but alas, tossed and turned by the dust of the world, they have lost their former
luster..."

At this point in the song, Xiao Meng seemed to hear the singer's soft sigh.

"...I see myself through tears, powerless to hold onto anything, only in a hazy, drunken stupor do I still have some old dreams
..."

The song was melodious and poignant, like a lament, making Xiao Meng's eyes sting. He couldn't help but wonder, who
could sing "Flowers in the Water" with such heart-wrenching emotion, every word so full of feeling? In his memory, the top
singers at the Mist Flower Nightclub, while good, were only at a KTV level. The sound coming from this room was definitely
several levels higher than any Sandy Lam concert he had ever attended. The manager had just asked him to bring drinks, instructing him that
the guest was his boss personally accompanying him, and that he must be alert and cautious. This made him even more curious. What kind of
guest needed Brother Jun's personal accompaniment, and who sang so well? Such a beautiful voice—the singer
must be a radiant, gentle, and delicate beauty, right?

As his thoughts raced and he wandered into reverie, the song rose higher—"...These fallen petals
have all drifted away, past affections have vanished. This flowing water rushes by, who can hold it back even for a moment?"

Hearing this, Xiao Meng couldn't help but think of his past, his memories of youth. His heart stirred, his emotions stirred. While he was still
immersed in this poignant sigh, the song took a sudden turn, falling softly again, each word touching his heartstrings: "...
I feel sorrow for the fallen flowers, with nowhere to rest in this mortal world. Let the rain and wind beat on them, they remain silent, just like me..."

At this moment, Xiao Meng, a grown man, could no longer suppress his emotions, tears streaming down his face. He forgot
he had come to deliver drinks, forgot he was just a nightclub employee. He just wanted to collapse into
the arms , to be gently comforted, to be held softly…

The singer seemed to know he was eavesdropping outside the door, and continued to hum incessantly in his ear, “…
la la …la la la…la la…la la…la la la la…”

Outside the door, Xiao Meng couldn’t help but sing along to her melody: “In the cold rain and wind, how much prosperity
is like a dream , once vibrant and colorful, blown away by the wind…”

Suddenly, the impatient voice of the supervisor came from the walkie-talkie on his waist: “Xiao Meng, you son of a bitch!
Why been delivered yet?! Brother Jun is waiting!”

Xiao Meng then snapped out of his reverie. He quickly wiped away his tears and gently pushed open the half-closed door of the private room.

The dim light in the room exuded an ambiguous and lustful atmosphere. The large space was filled with the smells of smoke,
alcohol, women’s perfume, and men’s body odor. On the large screen, a red flower was withering in the wind and rain.
Four or five couples sat on a row of sofas opposite the large screen. Their faces were hidden behind the smoke and
could not be seen clearly. The light from the rotating spherical lamps flashed, occasionally illuminating the figures in the smoke. Those curvaceous
bodies reflected a fleshy white light—the girls, all of them completely naked.

In the bizarre light, Xiao Meng spotted the singer at a glance, and he felt his
heart . How could this girl be so beautiful?! Unlike the others, she wasn't sitting on the sofa,
but kneeling on the huge marble coffee table. What surprised him even more was that she was also completely naked! Like a
white jade statue, she held the microphone and knelt there quietly. Her breasts were high and her waist was slender. Her
skin was as white as snow, radiating a soft glow that added a touch of warmth to the dimly lit room.
The smoke did not obscure her beauty and charm; instead, it enveloped her in a halo, making
her look like a goddess—beautiful, elegant, and mysterious.

For Xiao Meng, seeing naked women in nightclub private rooms was nothing new. Years of working
in nightclubs had honed his skills. No matter how beautiful the woman was, she wouldn't
react. But the first time he saw this girl kneeling on the coffee table, a sensual power emanated from her
body, an extreme beauty that instantly shattered his
resistance. His genitals hardened instantly!

His gaze lingered on her body. As he drew closer, he could see her
stunning . He had frequented many high-end nightclubs and seen countless beautiful women, but he had never seen
a woman like this singer: her beauty was both pure and sexy; her face was perfect, her nose delicate and straight, her
small, cherry-like lips alluring. She knelt there quietly, so fragile that a gust of wind could
knock her over . He involuntarily held his breath, afraid that a heavy breath would startle her. He longed to see her
eyes , but her eyelids were lowered, revealing only her long, delicate eyelashes.

Passing by her, he felt as if enveloped in a faint fragrance of orchids. He dared not stare at
her closely, a quick glance from the corner of his eye was enough to see the tears clinging to her eyelashes.

She wore a red choker with a gleaming steel chain around her neck. Seeing this
exquisite beauty treated like a dog, his heart felt as if it were being slashed by a knife, his hands involuntarily tightening around the tray.
At this moment, if this woman asked him to give his life, he would do it without hesitation.

The other end of the chain was held in a man's hand, slightly overweight and balding. Xiao Meng recognized him;
he was the chairman of this nightclub, her big boss, Yu Jianjun. Known in the underworld as "Gazi."

Yu Jianjun's shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing a muscular physique. A seductive, naked girl...
He watched Xiao Meng giggle on his shoulder. He recognized her as
Fei Fei, the top hostess from Mist Flower, whom Gazi had poached from Shanghai's Xintiandi for a hefty sum. Only when they reached Gaga did he notice that Yu Jianjun
was only briefs. His groin was bulging, clearly erect. Xiao Meng called out softly
, "President Yu."

Yu Jianjun waved, signaling him to pour wine. Turning to the man on his left, he asked, "Secretary Zhang, wasn't
the singing good?"

The man surnamed Zhang had been staring wide-eyed at the singing girl's back. Hearing Gaga's
question, he snapped out of his daze, swallowed hard, and coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment.
He clapped his hands twice: "Hmm, great! Absolutely singer-level! You can't find such a good voice even in Beijing
."

A sinister smile appeared on Yu Jianjun's lips: "Secretary Zhang, this girl is not only beautiful and has a sweet voice, but she's also sexy and
tender! Her pussy moves, hahaha!"

Xiao Meng clearly heard Secretary Zhang's throat make a gulping sound. The man sitting to Secretary Zhang's left took the wine
Xiao Meng handed him and chimed in: "President Yu, you're really something! This girl is fucking seductive,
where did you find such a beautiful girl?"

Yu Jianjun raised his wine glass to the left and right, took a sip, and then continued the man's words: "
Director Wu , well... guess."

"Hmm... a girl from Beijing's Heaven on Earth?"

Secretary Zhang, who came from Beijing, shook his head, "Much higher class!" At the same time, he looked questioningly to his right.
The man sitting to Yu Jianjun's right frowned. "This young lady's demeanor and figure don't seem like those of a prostitute."

Yu Jianjun nodded. "Director Lü has a good eye. You can tell what she does?"

"Model?" Director Lü asked tentatively. "Actress?" He shook his head, denying it himself. "Damn,
actresses these days are all so promiscuous, they'll practically sit on your lap, you can't even push them away. This young lady is still
so shy probably isn't."

The man to Director Lü's right chuckled, touching the breasts of the woman in his arms. "Director Lü, hasn't Bingbing
sat on your lap before?"

Director Lü smiled smugly. "Of course. Which actress from Qingdao hasn't sat on my lap?
But don't be fooled by all the people who are infatuated with her, her figure, her looks, and her voice, how can they compare to this
Ye Lan ?"

Fei Fei giggled and said to Director Lü, "Godfather, you're not talking about that Fan Bingbing, are you?"

"Who else could it be but her? Now that she's famous, everyone calls her 'Master.' When she was sitting on your godfather's lap, she wasn't even 'Master.
' Haha."

The man to Director Lü's right chimed in: "Gazi, did you steal someone's wife?"

"Secretary-General Huang, look at this girl's delicate skin and tender flesh, it's so moist. What young woman can be
so radiant?"

Director Wu also joined Yu Jianjun in teasing Secretary-General Huang: "Old Huang, you've been naive. Look at that waist,
so thin it's unbelievable. And look at those breasts, big and perky. And that little butt,
so narrow and perky. Don't you know what a young woman who gets fucked by men every day looks like? Even the youngest young woman has a
bulging belly, a thick waist, and sagging breasts."

All the men and women burst into laughter.

Xiao Meng, who was cleaning up the trash, glanced at the singer kneeling there, who remained kneeling quietly,
motionless . But the observant Xiao Meng noticed something different—her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and indignation,
like they were painted with rouge, a vibrant, luscious red.

The young lady who had been clinging to Secretary Zhang asked, "President Yu, this young lady seems rather scholarly. Look, her
face is red again. She was so hesitant when she was taking off her clothes. Is she a
college student, being so shy when she comes to the escort service?"

Xiao Meng was also wondering: what exactly does this unusual young lady do?

Finally, "Secretary Zhang" spoke up: "Old Yu, stop beating around the bush. These guys are getting impatient
."

Everyone chuckled knowingly.

Yu Jianjun smiled, as if he were hiding a major secret. He shook the steel chain in his hand:
"Tell everyone, what do you do?"

Xiao Meng had already finished cleaning up the trash and was about to get up and leave. Hearing his boss's words, he
deliberately slowed down.

The room fell silent instantly, and all eyes except Xiao Meng's were on Ye Lan. Her
lips moved slightly, and she managed to utter, with great difficulty, "I...I am...a sex slave...Brother Jun's sex slave."

Everyone laughed. Yu Jianjun, however, did not laugh. He forcefully shook the steel chain in his hand.
The chain danced like a venomous snake, landing heavily on the girl's back with a sharp crack.
This blow also struck Xiao Meng's heart.

Everyone sitting on the sofa clearly saw a bloody welt on the girl's smooth, beautiful back.

"You slut, who the hell doesn't know you're my Ga Zi's sex slave! I'm asking you what you do!"

"...I...I..."

Two more sharp cracks appeared, and two more bloody welts appeared on the naked woman's back. Like two red venomous snakes coiling around
a white jade statue. This time, not only Xiao Meng, but all the men and women present felt a pang of sympathy.
How could Ga Zi, this guy, be so cruel to this woman who was as beautiful as a goddess?

"Speak your mother's cunt! Does your pussy want to be fucked by an eel again?!"

Xiao Meng, passing by her side, clearly saw the goddess's naked body trembling slightly with shock. His
heart trembled involuntarily—how could such a beautiful and elegant woman have fallen into the hands of this
perverted ?

"...I...I'm...a...police...police..."

When she said the last two words, the woman's voice was barely audible, filled with extreme shame and indignation.
Her hands gripped the microphone tightly, as if it were her last straw before drowning.

"Fuck!" The men and women in the room exclaimed in unison! This girl, chained to
the table was actually a policewoman?! Secretary-General Huang asked curiously, "President Yu, is this young lady
a policewoman from our island city?"

Yu Jianjun was satisfied with everyone's reaction. He gave Director Lü a wink and sternly asked the naked
policewoman , "Tell the leaders, where are you from? What's your rank? What do you do?"
"Damn it, it's like she's moaning in bed, each word popping out! Otherwise, no one will fuck you today!"

"I am... a... special police officer from Beijing... a third-level police supervisor... my main duties are... are
..."

Xiao Meng stole a glance, as if he saw something crystalline shimmering in the goddess's eyes.

Director Lü was the most timid. He looked incredulously at the naked policewoman and the lewdly grinning Yu Jianjun:
"Director Yu... a third-level police supervisor... a full-fledged department head... is it true?" Yu

Jianjun's smile became even more lewd. He pulled a blue plaque from under his buttocks and
threw it . His voice turned cold and ruthless: "Naked policewoman, hurry up and finish!"

The female police inspector shuddered: "I... my job... is to let the master
put a gun in my cunt, to leave his seed in my womb..." When she said the word "master," the policewoman seemed to have entered
an automatic playback mode. Her speech became fluent, her voice was still sweet and clear, but without any
emotion: "My favorite gun is the master's big cock. I love solving rape and murder cases, and being raped to
death by the master..."

Hearing this, Xiao Meng couldn't believe his ears. Could such lewd words have
come from the mouth of the goddess who was just shy to the point of death?

Director Lü looked at the rectangular cloth in his hand, on which was an olive branch and a four-pointed star,
which was the shoulder insignia of a third-level police inspector. He was so startled that his hand trembled, and his epaulettes fell to the ground. "Mr. Yu, is this...is this alright?"

"Alright!" Yu Jianjun laughed heartily. "Director Lü, you can make this policewoman do whatever you want! How about you
piss on her and make her drink it?"

Even Director Lü, who always prided himself on being a seasoned womanizer, felt a little embarrassed. "Ahem...Mr. Yu is
joking ."

Everyone burst into laughter. Only Xiao Meng clearly saw that after the goddess uttered those lewd words,
two translucent pearls slid from the corners of her eyes, hitting the hard marble table and shattering into pieces.

Yu Jianjun, however, did not intend to let her go. He wanted to continue to humiliate her already battered dignity until
her soul, like her body, was shattered once more, melting into the hell of lust and shame. He stopped
laughing and continued his cold interrogation: "Speak! What's your name?! Who's your husband?!"

Her previously swaying, perfect body suddenly stiffened again, like jade, and everyone could
see the policewoman's beautiful face contort. Shame, anger, excitement, doubt, pain… a mix of emotions
intertwined on the most beautiful face in the world, creating an eerie beauty.

"...My name is…Ye Lan. My husband…my husband is Nie Yanbin…"

Instantly, the room fell silent. Xiao Meng sighed softly and backed away, closing the door tightly.
He couldn't bear to hear any sound coming from inside.

After a long while, Secretary Huang broke the silence: "Old Yu…"

He thought for a moment, then continued, "I know Nie Yanbin's wife is dead. And this is…?"

"Hehehe…" Yu Jianjun let out a chilling laugh. "Everyone thinks Nie Yanbin is a big shot,
not interested in women. You didn't know he had this concubine, did you?"

Everyone lewdly chuckled. "Really didn't know."

"Of course, do you know how Nie Yanbin's wife died?"

Director Wu continued, "Wasn't she in a car accident?"

"Old Wu, you're too easily swayed by rumors. His wife, Xin Ping, was having an affair with that taxi driver. I helped
him kill the adulterers."

Everyone's attention was focused on Yu Jianjun; no one noticed Ye Lan kneeling on the coffee table, her body
trembling violently, as if a great storm was brewing within her.

The people in the private room exchanged bewildered glances; this news was too bombshell. The Nie Yanbin and Yu Jianjun factions had been locked in a power struggle in
Qingdao for many years. The city government, however, hoped for peace between the two sides. Despite
years of crackdowns on prostitution and organized crime in Qingdao, and numerous changes in police chiefs, the two factions only grew stronger.

They were all Yu Jianjun's cronies within the government. They'd rarely seen Yu Jianjun directly provoke Nie Yanbin before; what was going on
today ? Yu Jianjun had not only killed Nie Yanbin's legal wife but also kidnapped his concubine, making her
his sex slave. Were the two factions about to go to war? Although they were all in the same boat, the thought of
Nie Yanbin 's power made them all uneasy.

Yu Jianjun didn't continue. He toasted everyone again, put down his glass, and walked to Ye Lan's side.
He pulled down his underwear: "Come on, lick it!"

Ye Lan hesitated slightly, then opened her cherry-like mouth and took his erect penis into her mouth.

Director Lü, sitting to the side, was a cultured man who had always been in charge of cultural matters. He had a certain
intellectual . He looked at Ye Lan's mouth with some regret. That full, alluring little mouth had just
sung such a moving song, one that had broken his heart. Now he's putting that stinky cock of Boss Yu
in his mouth. Seriously, it's like burning a zither to cook a crane.

Yu Jianjun seemed to know what he was thinking. He symbolically swished his cock around in Ye Lan's mouth once,
then pulled out. He just wanted everyone to see that he wasn't afraid of Nie Yanbin! Didn't Nie Yanbin's wife come
here to be his sex slave? His purpose today was to get Nie Yanbin's wife to play with everyone. Firstly,
to bribe the officials, especially Secretary Zhang, his backer in Beijing, whom he had to treat well. Secondly,
to get everyone on board, so that when the two sides turned against each other, they wouldn't betray him.

He patted Ye Lan's bare back: "Lan Nu." Hearing him call her that, Ye Lan's body trembled.
As if hypnotized, a blush spread across her face. He gestured to the people on the sofa: "These are my
VIPs. You'd better entertain them well tonight. Otherwise… hmph!"

Ye Lan lowered her head: "Yes, Lan Nu understands."

"Come on, let everyone see how wanton you are." Saying that, he picked up an electric dildo from the coffee table and
inserted it! All the men's eyes were fixed on her. Although Nie Yanbin's name
stirred up a storm in their hearts, it was quickly overshadowed by the appearance of the stunning beauty before them. Every move she made,
every tear she shed, every frown, was full of charm and captivating allure.

Ye Lan held the dildo in her hand, looking at it again and again. She slowly sat down and inserted the thick rubber rod
into her lower body.

"Wait a minute!" Director Lü stood up and took a step forward, "Wait a minute. Turn around and
face us to insert it!"

The men erupted in another burst of lewd laughter.

Feifei, sensing the danger, jumped up. "Godfather, should we turn on all the lights?"

"Yes, yes, and preferably spotlights!"

The presidential suite at the Mist Flower Nightclub was renowned for its top-notch equipment in the city; no other nightclub dared claim
second place . This enormous suite boasted professional stage lighting and sound systems. Bright lights shone down from various angles,
illuminating the woman on the coffee table. She had already turned towards the sofa as instructed by Director Lü.

At the beginning of the evening, Yu Jianjun had led her out of the dim light and made her undress. The men
had focused her silhouette, face, breasts, waist, long legs… Now, with all the spotlights shining
on her, every detail was laid bare before them, almost suffocating them—under the lights
, the woman's skin was as white as snow, reflecting a dazzling light. Two bright red nipples, like those of a virgin.
Her waist was astonishingly slender, and a small navel adorned the center of her abdomen. She sat on the platform,
her two jade-like legs crossed, concealing her private parts. She faced them, her head bowed. Her long, flowing hair
cascaded down like a waterfall, gently draping over her breasts. The enormous, flesh-colored dildo she held in her hands
looked particularly ugly.

So beautiful! Everyone was stunned by this stunning beauty. The only sound in the room was the men's heavy
breathing.

"Hurry up!" Director Wu, impatient, couldn't help but speak.

Ye Lan bit her lower lip, revealing her pearly white teeth. She slowly
opened her legs to the men, revealing a tuft of soft pubic hair between them. But she didn't stop,
continuing to spread her legs as wide as possible. People could see her narrow, delicate vulva. A beam of light
shone from directly in front of her, reflecting a pinkish glow.

"Wow!" A gasp rippled through the room.

Even the usually composed Secretary Zhang couldn't help but exclaim, "Old Yu, why does this one look like a virgin who hasn't
been deflowered ?"

Yu Jianjun smiled obsequiously, "You've come to Qingdao, how could I not prepare the best for you? How about it,
top-notch, right?"

"Top-notch, top-notch..." Secretary Zhang murmured to himself.

The beautiful woman on the coffee table stuck out her tongue, carefully licking the lifeless dildo. The men's
mouths gaped open; each of them wished she was licking their own genitals.

When her glistening saliva covered the egg-shaped glans, Ye Lan moved the dildo between her
legs , moving it up and down between her labia while twisting her graceful body—throughout the entire process,
her lowered face was filled with shame. But the movements themselves possessed an indescribable sexiness and elegance, without
the slightest awkwardness, as if she had practiced countless times. Those around could see that in just a few seconds,
she had entered the state. Her emotions were completely immersed in this dance of lust. Soon, a clear
liquid seeped from between her pink labia, flowing like a stream onto the table. Her breathing
gradually quickened, and the blush on her cheeks began to spread to her neck.

All the men craned their necks, staring blankly like a flock of ducks. They had seen countless women
undress and pose provocatively before them, but they had never seen a woman who could masturbate so naturally and
gracefully .

"Hurry up and put it in!" It was Yu Jianjun's voice.

"Yes..." Ye Lan responded softly, then turned the dildo around without hesitation, pressing the glans
against her vulva.

Secretary Zhang looked at the dildo and felt a strange pang of heartache. As an expert, he recognized it
as an American-made one, specifically designed to train tall, strong foreign women. The diameter of the dildo was
thicker than a child's arm, and its length was as long as his forearm, not to mention the enormous glans. He'd been with
Russian and European women before; their wide pelvises and large buttocks meant this oversized penis could barely fit. But
the woman before him, though tall, had a surprisingly delicate pelvis, and her pink vulva was
the narrowest he'd ever seen—damn! Could this cock even fit?

Actually, he wasn't the only one thinking this. Besides Yu Jianjun, the men and women around them were also
staring . They watched as the unbelievably large rubber rod effortlessly parted Ye Lan's pink labia and
slowly entered her vagina. The moment the artificial penis entered her, a
soft : "Oh…"

This sigh almost made every man's blood vessels burst.

The enormous rubber rod squeezed into the narrow, lubricated vagina,
expelling a blush-inducing gurgling sound. This was accompanied by Ye Lan's low moans. As the penis
penetrated deeper, her body seemed to soften, her movements becoming increasingly seductive, as if boneless.

"Damn, it's so wet!" Secretary Huang's words echoed the sentiments of all the men.

Ye Lan seemed captivated by that rubber thing. When it was fully inside her,
leaving only the handle, her body suddenly stiffened. She seemed to be desperately resisting something,
gripping the table tightly with both hands, her ten delicate fingers bent backwards as if trying to penetrate the stone
surface to prevent herself from collapsing.

Yu Jianjun seemed to understand Ye Lan's reaction perfectly. He grinned maliciously and turned on his penis, the
huge thing buzzing inside her. Her body seemed to tremble along with it, and gradually, she
stopped resisting. Her sculpted body seemed to melt into water, collapsing onto the table. Her alluring body
writhed continuously, displaying her flawless flesh to the people around her under the lights.

Secretary Zhang could see clearly that this woman was completely controlled by lust. Her right hand vigorously kneaded
her full breasts, squeezing them into various shapes that made one's blood boil. Those two tiny
rubies, like two dancing flames, burned into his eyes. Her left hand seemed to roam over her body,
caressing every protrusion and indentation. Her two straight, rounded jade legs sometimes curled up, sometimes stretched out, sometimes
intertwined tightly like two snakes, and sometimes spread wide apart, allowing men to fully appreciate the
enchanting ...

Her poignant singing had not yet faded from the room, and now her clear, jade-like throat was now filled with...
A soft, seductive moan escaped her lips—"Mmm...oh...ha...oh ah...hiss...oh...ha...hiss...uh
...ya..."

Her moans were tender and lingering, igniting lust in everyone in the room—the men involuntarily
began to strip off their clothes, and the naked girls were even more aroused,
writhing on top of the men, rubbing their genitals against their thighs and arms. But to their disappointment,
all the men's attention was focused on the woman named Ye Lan—if their eyes
could be penises, they would have already raped this beauty a thousand times over.

The men were all watching, but out of politeness and a sense of hierarchy, no one dared to be the first to act. Yu Jianjun, his
nose bleeding , slapped Ye Lan's shapely buttocks hard: "Good girl Lan. Go! Serve Secretary Zhang first!"

Ye Lan then crawled on all fours from the coffee table straight into Secretary Zhang's arms. She skillfully
cradled his penis in her palm, lowered her head, and licked his foul-smelling glans with her soft tongue. Secretary Zhang cried
out in pleasure, "Damn, this girl's oral skills are fucking amazing!"

He reached out and grasped the two full, firm breasts of the beauty before him. The simultaneous
stimulation from above and below made Ye Lan, who had been desperately trying to control her lust, unable to hold back any longer. She moaned softly, "Ah...
I want it...good master...good brother...good husband...want me...I want it...want...uh..."

Secretary Zhang had also been holding back for a long time. Hearing Ye Lan's moans, he finally erupted, forcefully lifting her
up and pushing her onto the coffee table. He pulled out the dildo from her body and thrust his penis into
her from behind!

"Ah!" Ye Lan let out a high-pitched sigh—it was
the release of . Secretary Zhang felt a surging tide within her, her love juices gushing out in waves.
Her vagina was like another small mouth, constantly sucking at his glans, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. In less than a hundred
thrusts, his semen gushed out with a trembling spurt.

As soon as he left Ye Lan's body, Director Lü pounced on her, repeatedly chanting, "Little
fairy, I'm here, I'm here!" He flipped her over, spreading her legs into an M shape, and
thrust !

A woman writhing beneath various men's bodies is like a flower being brutally ravaged by a cold rain and wind
, swaying, crying out, trembling, moaning, and experiencing repeated orgasms…

I find it difficult to finish a story—because of my Virgo personality, I tend
to describe details endlessly, like the main text of "Special Police Heroine," which will never be finished. After rereading it twice,
I think it's quite good this way, leaving more room for the reader's imagination both before and after.

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