[A Certain Ping's Corruption Case] (A Certain Huang's Corruption Case) (161-163) Author: Long Live Long Live Long Live

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(161) Searching for 8, whose is longer?

The moment the foreign man took off his underwear, both women couldn't help but gasp.

The man's thing was too long! Hongfeng and Wanrong had both heard the cult leader tell a story
when (the Gospel of Incompetence is actually a collection of short stories that promote
the doctrine of the Church of Incompetence through short stories. The Church of Incompetence originally meant not using energy and being environmentally friendly. I don't know why it sounds like it has a
different meaning).

The "Gospel of Incompetence" says that there was a man whose penis was very long and he thought he was very great. The "Gospel of Incompetence"
is full of short stories that explain the principles.

The short story says that one day, this man with a very long penis heard that there was a "Long Penis Kingdom" that was selecting a king.
The man with the longest penis could be elected king. "I have such a good asset, why don't I try!
How many people in the world can become king?" Thinking this

, he packed his bags and went to participate in the election. He figured they'd have to take out the product for inspection and measure it with a small
ruler. To make it easier for them, he even left a small opening in his trousers. Helping others
is helping right

? When he arrived at the capital of the Long Chicken Kingdom, the gatekeeper wouldn't let him in, brandishing his red-tasseled spear and saying, "What brings you here?"

The man quickly replied, "I heard they're recruiting a king. Whoever has the longest penis can be king. I've come
to apply ."

The gatekeeper said, "Applying is fine, but there are too many fake penises these days. We have to check."

"Check here?" the contestant asked somewhat embarrassedly. It was broad daylight, under the clear sky. People
came and went like a swarm of locusts. At this time, there were especially many young wives and wives entering the city, all
drawn by the reputation. They'd heard that big penises were particularly enjoyable. Women loved to come and see the spectacle.

The man repeatedly said, "No problem. No problem! I guarantee it's real." Saying this, he loosened his belt. But
taking off his pants and pulling out his penis in front of so many women was a little embarrassing. Then it suddenly occurred to him, "I have
a penis opening!" So, with his back to the women who had come to town to watch the spectacle, he pulled his penis out of its opening
. "Take a look, you two, a fake one will definitely fall off."

"Where?" They couldn't see it at all and were searching all over the ground.

"It's not covered yet," the contestant quickly explained. "Now I'm going to take it out. Here. Don't be scared." He pulled it out
, and it was over two feet long. He pulled it up, and it reached his belly button.

The two gatekeepers looked at it and burst into laughter, snot running down their faces.

The man got impatient and said, "What are you laughing at? It's genuine!"

The two gatekeepers said, "We're not laughing at you for being fake. We're laughing at how you dare to compete for
kingship !"

"Small? This is small?" the man said indignantly, "Take out your big one." He thought,
how big could the two gatekeepers be? It was just a boastful remark, nothing more. They hadn't really intended to look. But the other guy took it seriously
!

One gatekeeper said to the other, "Old Wang, he wants to see our big ones
."

"Let him see," replied the one called Old Wang.

"Fine. Could we be guarding this place without some assets?"

The candidate had expected the two gatekeepers to take their pants off, thinking, 'How could you think of leaving a
penis opening in your pants? If you dare take them off, I'll sue you for desertion.'

But the other guy didn't even move his belt; instead, he pulled up his trouser legs, and with a shout of "Show your stuff!"
two large, purplish-red glans immediately appeared at their ankles.

"Move!" another shout, and the two guys, like snakes emerging from their holes, thumped twice
.

The gatekeeper said, "See? We're so short, our trousers are practically exposed, and we're only good for
guarding the gate? What are you compared to that?"

The man was very surprised and said, "So tall, and you're only a gatekeeper?"

"What's wrong with being a gatekeeper? You don't have to work hard, you don't have to go to war and die, and you're a
government official who never worries about food or drink. You have a lot of power." The gatekeeper said, "If they don't let you in, would you dare to go in?"

"How tall does one have to be to become a king?"

"You're asking that? It hasn't been decided yet. There's no answer. We only know about the old king."

"What's the old king like?"

"He can coil three times around his waist and still crack walnuts on his saddle."

He realized he had no hope. He couldn't even be a gatekeeper. He slunk away and quickly went home.

The cult leader, telling his followers at this point, said, "What does this story illustrate? It shows that there are always people more capable than you
, and there are always higher mountains to climb. The Church of Incompetence shouldn't be blindly arrogant."

Hmm, he's quite knowledgeable about dialectics.

Seeing that it was getting late, the foreigner prepared to make his move.

He first took off his clothes. Without the cover of his clothes, the foreign man's erect penis
pointed straight out from his genitals. A deflated leather pouch hung from the back of the gun, containing two small testicles. "
Small testicles" meant they were at least smaller than the cult leader's. The man's gun was very white,
as was the grenade, a stark contrast to the cult leader's dark testicles.

A gun and two testicles, like a leather tobacco pouch hanging from a Chinese rural old man's pipe—exuding
an irresistible allure.

His display of this weapon genuinely startled the two women.

Wanrong blushed and quickly turned away, going to tidy up the man's clothes. She discovered that the foreigner's clothes were practically
indistinguishable from Chinese clothes; the difference was less noticeable than the difference in his penis. Compared to the 3D man's, not only was the length less significant,
but the diameter was also much thinner. This made her angry with the 3D man. "
Why hasn't he come to save me after all this time! Doesn't he want me anymore?"

Hongfeng, however, was different. Although she was also startled, she didn't flinch. Her eyes were fixed
on the man's...thing.

Hongfeng quickly discovered a secret. Little Xu, the cult leader's "gun barrel" (the
part of his weapon where he hangs his pipe) was inside his body; the pipe seemed to hang from his perineum, attached to his body; the gun and ammunition were separate. The foreign man, on the other hand,
had his "gun barrel" (the part of his weapon where he hangs his pipe) outside his body, and his two testicles were attached to the barrel, growing outside his body.
His testicles were relatively small, making the gun appear very long. "If something this long were to pierce my body,
wouldn't that big head's opening go past my navel? How could I bear it?" Hongfeng shuddered at the thought. She was terrified.
"Put on a condom first," she said. (

This part is unnecessary to read .

) Hongfeng's observation was correct: Asian men have a congenitally short ligament at the base of the penis, causing
the penis to not fully extend during erection, but rather to sit back, leaving part inside
. The solution is surgery to lengthen that ligament. While the penis doesn't
actually , what was previously hidden inside can now protrude, increasing the usable length
by about 5-8 centimeters.

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Both women knew where the cult leader's condom was. Wanrong immediately took out a condom. Because
she didn't know who would ultimately suffer the consequences, Wanrong felt she needed to minimize the danger. But

the scary part didn't stop there: "What if that gun really could go all the way in?" "Those two eggs must have been
taken . They're stuck there like a dog. Can I handle this?" The woman was even more frightened.

John immediately noticed her fear. "Hehe, you go ahead." The foreigner chose Hongfeng. He
walked up to , and in front of the other woman, in front of her rival, he pushed her onto
the bed.

"Hey~, put this on for me." He pointed to the condom in Wanrong's hand.

Wanrong tried to put the condom on John, but couldn't manage it after several attempts. Was the condom too small? Then she thought, "Wait a minute
? Even a 3D man can fit into it. Maybe I'm too nervous." Just as she was about to try again,

"Don't put it on..." The foreigner couldn't wait any longer. "How about this...?" He snatched the condom and shoved
it all the way into Hongfeng's vagina. It reached the very back of the vagina. "Okay. Isn't this better...?"
The foreigner clapped his hands.

"Still no good. Your thing is too long..." Before Hongfeng could finish speaking, the man had already
lifted , grabbing her ankles with one hand and lifting them high, so that Hongfeng's
body below the waist was completely off the bed. (

This part can be ignored;

some studies say that a woman's vagina can stretch twice its length during sexual arousal. The length of a man's penis generally
does not cause substantial damage to a woman.

) The man then used his other hand to separate the many folds of flesh between the woman's legs and inserted his penis.

"Oh dear!" Hongfeng cried out in despair.

But it was too astringent inside. The woman, out of fear, didn't produce any lubrication. The foreign man used all
the foreskin but only managed to insert half of the shaft. As he tried again, the woman began to howl like a dying child, "
No...you're going to kill me!"

The man was also afraid of tearing the ligament connecting his glans and foreskin.

"Don't go any further," the woman almost pleaded.

The foreign man, afraid of making a sound, had no choice but to stop. Helpless, he pulled out the gun and spat into his palm
. Then, he gripped his glans with his spit-covered hand and twisted it back and forth a few times before trying to insert it again.
Unfortunately, there wasn't enough spit. It wasn't enough lubrication, and he failed; he still couldn't get it in.

Hongfeng, not one to back down, was still wailing and crying.

"Hey~ come here," the foreign man called to Wanrong.

Wanrong was still diligently folding the foreign man's pants, opening and closing them repeatedly.
It took her several minutes to fold the tattered pants properly.

Hearing the foreigner's call, Wanrong, though her back was to the couple,
seemed knew perfectly well that he was calling her. She quickly turned around, her body completely exposed, not even
bothering to cover her private parts.

"Hey~ spit..." The foreigner couldn't say the word "spit." He could only gesture with his finger to his mouth
, then spat into his palm, making Wanrong feel utterly disgusted.

Wanrong naturally wouldn't spit, but instead went into the bathroom and took out a large bottle of shower gel. She had
used this several times before. Every time she was brutally violated by the cult leader, she was allowed to take a shower here.

Having nothing else to lubricate her body, Wanrong took the shower gel to John's side and squeezed
some into his palm.

"A little more," John said, gesturing for Wanrong to squeeze out more. Then, he
gripped his penis with that hand and twisted it a few times, completely smearing the shower gel from his palm onto the barrel.
Some shower gel remained on his hand, which was rather unpleasant. Seeing no other way, the man simply placed his palm flat between Hongfeng's
legs , rubbing it upwards towards the woman's cleft. He rubbed it back and forth a few times, cleaning his hand.

Then, the man once again thrust into the woman before him, penetrating and pounding.

Hongfeng lay upright on the large bed, her buttocks resting on the edge, her thighs bent back in front of her body,
her knees almost touching her face.

The man stood on the floor, his hands pressing against the back of the woman's thighs. The long penis was completely inside the woman's
body . Her two testicles were pushed back, dangling loosely in her buttocks, jostling and pushing against each other
.

Slowly, something strange happened. Because Wanrong had applied too much shower gel to the man's penis
, with each movement, Hongfeng's vulva began to foam like a crab emerging from water. At first, it went unnoticed,
but then it increased dramatically. With

so much shower gel, there was no reason it wouldn't foam. The more vigorous the man's movements, the more foam the woman produced
. Before long, the thick foam almost covered the woman's entire lower abdomen, obscuring her body.

If a close-up were taken at this point, one could see a dark
vulva gushing out large gulps of white foam.

The foam from the woman's vulva increased, flowing all over the bed like a pile of cotton. Hongfeng's
entire lower body was no longer visible. It looked like the fire department had just come to put out a fire; a large pile of white foam remained, with two feet
emerging and a woman's head from the other.

Regarding why seawater is salty, there's a legend: seawater was originally fresh. A man stole
a magic mill that could endlessly grind salt. The thief put it on his boat to take it back to land. Halfway there, wanting
to test the mill's effectiveness, he recited an incantation and began grinding salt. Only after he had ground a huge pile of salt did he realize...
Suddenly, they realized they didn't know the incantation to stop the millstone. As a result, the millstone kept grinding, producing more and more salt, eventually sinking the ship. But
the millstone on the seabed continued grinding relentlessly, constantly producing salt, making the seawater salty. Now ,
these white foams, like the unstoppable millstone producing salt, were being created in an endless stream.

Then, the man standing tall disappeared. Half the room was a white blur. And
like a bellows, the white demon continued to expand its territory, wave after wave.

Because the Chinese had become accustomed to living in smog,
and the three of them didn't experience any discomfort.

The man seemed to be working in the smog of Huangshan Mountain; many Chinese people had this experience. However, when you can't see anything in
the white blur , it's hard to spot anything. The man panicked, and the gun fell from the woman's body
. He tried to go back but couldn't find his way.

"Hey... come here," John pushed aside the thick foam and finally saw Wanrong standing there dumbfounded,
so close yet so far.

"You can just stay in this foam," Wanrong said reluctantly,
looking at a face emerging from the white foam.

"Hey~ wipe it clean." The face pointed to the thick white foam around the bed.

"Ah! Where's Hongfeng?" Wanrong exclaimed in surprise.

"I'm here. Quickly get rid of this wretched foam. I can barely breathe." A woman's voice
came echoing through the valley.

"Hey... wait here. I'll come rescue you right away." Wanrong, like a talkative Guanyin Bodhisattva, imitated
the foreigner's tone, and somehow found a broom and a greasy black rag and rushed
out .

Wanrong first waved the broom, clearing away large clumps of foam. Instantly,
clumps . As those large white clumps danced in the air, they shimmered with eerie,
multicolored light. They looked like sprites playing a game in the room. Wanrong quickly swept the large white foam into the toilet.

When she vaguely saw a man and a woman, two human figures, one horizontal and one vertical, Wanrong, fearing the sweeper's power was too great and
might hurt them, had to put down her broom. She continued to shoo away the white sprites with a dirty rag in one hand
. Her movements resembled a streetwalker soliciting business, "Come in, sir!"

"Mud~ wipe!" John, only his face visible in the foam, said anxiously, grabbing the ankles of
the two .

With a "thud," a dirty, foul-smelling black rag was thrown onto Hongfeng's
stomach .

"Mud...? Hurry up!" the face said.

Wanrong, who had initially stood on the ground, leaned over to wipe the woman's stomach on the bed. But by then, Hongfeng's body
had been pushed into the bed, quite far away, making it difficult to wipe her. So, she had to walk around the man and prepare to
get on the bed to wipe Hongfeng's side. At this moment, she felt it
was inappropriate to be busy around a happy couple while naked. She hesitated. Just then, an unsettling smell emanated from the rag.

After smelling the odor, the woman began to work, kneeling there and swinging the rag to wipe the
woman 's belly.

"Don't use such dirty things to wipe!!" Hongfeng saw this and was very angry. "That's the part used to wipe the toilet seat
..." she scolded. But she couldn't finish her sentence.

The other woman continued to wipe Hongfeng's body with the black rag with one hand, while the other hand, which had been holding the black rag
, reached to the side without looking and immediately covered the mouth of the previously arrogant woman.

Hongfeng felt a strong smell of toilet, almost suffocating, and her vision went black, unable to say anything
.

The man was still unaware of what was happening. His body odor was strong; if you didn't wear perfume and
lived in that smell every day, you wouldn't find it abnormal. Instead, he
went .

The man's thing was big, and he was good at it. Hongfeng immediately shifted her attention, no
longer . It was just that, anyway. She suddenly remembered there was something important she hadn't done yet.

"Ah..." After her breathing became smooth, Hongfeng cleared her throat, "Ah..." She finally
cried out like a normal person, following the proper procedure.

"You...? It doesn't sound good." The foreigner thought the voice wasn't very pleasant.

'Want it to sound good?' The woman's eyes darted around, "Ah... ah ah...?, ah a ha... peony...
...dan, ...bai—"

"Very good." The foreigner said it was very good.

Afterwards, the cult leader had his women thoroughly clean the room, but
the smell lingered.

Until one day, the police searched the compound. To find the whereabouts of these people, several police dogs, which had
been loyal , sniffed around the room for more than three hours, but still found nothing
. Normally, they could find the criminals within minutes by smelling the source of their scent. Without finding any evidence of
the crime , the police returned empty-handed. The power of vaginal bath gel is immense.

(162) Search 9, assassination mission

"I'll check the environment for you now." After doing the good deed that day, John felt refreshed and
full of energy. He dressed and led the two women back to the church restaurant in high spirits. He
said to the cult leader who was having dinner with his wives and concubines, while taking out a radio wave and magnetic field detector the size of a cell phone.

"What are you doing?" the cult leader asked, puzzled.

"Checking the electronic environment around you. Be careful in everything." John said.

"Everyone else should leave." the cult leader ordered.

The cult leader waved his hand, and everyone left.

"The two of them should leave too." John said again. He was referring to Hongfeng and Wanrong.

"They...they haven't eaten yet." The cult leader glanced at the two women, as if
asking something.

Wanrong remained unresponsive, like a wooden statue. She had already put the letter in; whether she spoke or not was irrelevant.

Hongfeng nodded after seeing the cult leader's gaze, meaning, "Everything went smoothly. It's all settled.
No problems. I can leave."

The cult leader was relieved. "You two can go out too," he said.

The two women gracefully walked out.

When only John and the cult leader were in the room, John took out a photograph and a note.
The photograph showed a beautiful young woman in military uniform. "Kill this woman. This is her
address . You've been to this place before," he instructed the cult leader. "Observe her first, it's best not to alert
too many people. This is your funding for this operation," John said, handing his briefcase to the cult leader.

The woman in the photograph was indeed Joanie.

The cult leader weighed the briefcase in his hands; it was heavy.

"Open it and take a look," John knew that Chinese people were embarrassed to count money in front of others. Sometimes it was to show trust;
sometimes it was to emphasize disdain. So he specifically reminded him.

The cult leader opened the briefcase and saw that it was full of hundred-dollar bills, one after another. Ten thousand dollars per bill,
there were thirty or forty bills. He closed the briefcase. "Okay. I'll find the person first."

"There will be at least this much after the mission is completed," John reminded him. "Then you go abroad."

The beauty of the woman in the photograph made the cult leader gasp.

"Very beautiful. Isn't she?" the foreigner said.

"Who is this? So beautiful. Do you foreigners really like ugly women that much? Must we kill any Chinese
beauty ?" the cult leader asked.

"No, her name is Qiongwei..."

"What does she do? In the cultural troupe?" The cult leader seemed to understand.

"A technical officer. Her position is extremely important. No matter what, you must kill her! She's
a key technical figure in the Chinese army. Her technology has destroyed many of our military secrets, preventing us
from conducting any covert operations in the Western China Sea. She must be eliminated."

"I understand." 'Grab her, rape her, then kill her.' The cult leader suddenly had this thought.
Then, image of this beautiful woman, naked and with a fair, supple body, appeared in his mind. Moreover, this was a
PLA officer, even more aloof than the police. He imagined the breathtakingly beautiful woman kneeling at his feet,
clutching his ankles and begging for mercy, pleading not to be killed.

Before his rise to power, the cult leader had kidnapped a wealthy businessman's wife, and that woman had begged him in the same way. "Go
ahead and play with me. Play with me however you want. Treat me like a dog. Play with me as much as you want! I'll give you money, as much as
you want." The beautiful woman pleaded desperately. She had just ousted the wife and been promoted from mistress to wife,
accumulating a large fortune. But once she died, all of this would be useless.
Should she leave it to her parents as an inheritance? In their old age, with their child gone, what would they need so much money for? What use would it be?
How could she not be anxious!

John looked at the cult leader, lost in thought, and felt that this man was unreliable. Fortunately, he had done his work from
another . This was using the internet to spread the woman's misdeeds. He had received
definite information from Wang Ziyun that this woman had been favored by his former superior and a bigwig in charge of military technology. That
was enough.

"You've slept with me, I'll go with you." As the foreigner walked out of the room to check,
Hong Feng, who was waiting there, found an opportunity to approach John again. She hoped the foreigner could take her abroad. "You
slept with me. I'm yours now." As a member of the cult of incompetence, her greatest hope, like everyone else's,
was to go abroad. It was as if survival abroad was incredibly easy.

"Come here." Xiao Xu, who had anticipated this, pulled Hong Feng away.

John gave Hong Feng a look of utter disgust; many Chinese people wouldn't understand the deeper meaning of such a gaze.
The direct translation would be, "You Chinese women don't have sex with men for love!
You don't stop after enjoying sex, but use it to extort money. Most of you think that after one night of sex, you
can discuss marriage. We're just playing a game."

John then began his work. He used a device to scan the area around the compound and quickly discovered a cell phone attached to the top of a utility pole outside
the wall .

The iPhone would automatically turn on every so often, recording video. The recorded content was then transmitted via mobile
communication to the 3D man's computer space. John happened to witness one of these operations.

At this time, the phone's battery wasn't very strong. Lithium ions were initially applied by brushing, but later a spray coating was used, making the lithium-ion layer of
the battery extremely thin, almost a single atom layer, resulting in very high energy storage capacity.
Further improvements required new materials and technologies. This technology had reached its limit. New
materials included compounds of calcium or magnesium.

Meanwhile, the 3D man had to wirelessly charge his phone under a telephone pole every few days.

'They've been monitored for a long time!' John appeared calm, but his heart was pounding, adrenaline
surging. He needed a woman again.

John knew his whereabouts had been exposed. This was why foreign intelligence agencies tried to prevent
foreigners from working in China—it was too dangerous. Moreover, any incident would have international repercussions.
It was better to use locals; if something went wrong, they could immediately cover it up.

Now? John saw this as a challenge. He was already preparing
his story . His task now was to find a reason to leave this dangerous place as quickly as possible. Every minute he stayed here
increased the danger. Although he knew that if he asked, the other party would surely send a woman to him
, he had already set his sights on a girl named Wanrong. However, for safety's sake, he decided to give up. Before leaving, John
had to tell the cult leader about the current danger.

Regarding his sexual needs, John couldn't go to Han Moulu now; she was dead. Wang Ziyun was also dead,
otherwise, the girl named Qiongya would have been quite nice. He felt a pang of desolation. Fortunately, in China, as a
foreigner , finding a girl willing to provide sexual services was too easy; there was no need for prostitution. The government's
crackdown on prostitution was simply a way to target the lowest strata of society.

(The following paragraphs are unnecessary to read. )

Since adultery was no longer a crime, it became
possible for the upper and middle classes in China to satisfy their sexual needs, even to play with women. Only the truly wealthy lower classes suffered. The so-called eradication of prostitution was
a false proposition, a means of controlling the powerless lower classes.

The local government believed that strict control over this group was necessary to maintain social stability. Controlling them
required an excuse, and cracking down on prostitution was a very fitting excuse in line with local customs.

Many ordinary Chinese people believe that cracking down on prostitution is to protect women. This is not the case at all .
In reality, cracking down on prostitution is persecution of women, depriving them of an independent means of survival and forcing them
to depend on men. This is the true essence of feudal ideology.

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"Do you have any enemies?" John asked the cult leader.

"Yes. Many. What's wrong?"

"You're being monitored..." John told the cult leader the location of the phone. "Don't look directly in
that direction. And don't point at it. Pretend you haven't noticed anything."

The cult leader's legs were so weak he could barely stand. His heart was pounding. He was
sweating 'Who is this? The police?' he thought.

"Turn your gate's surveillance camera towards that utility pole. Monitor it 24/7. The user of the phone must
come and charge it. Then you'll know who did it. Don't panic, don't provoke him.
Just secretly follow him. This surveillance technology is very low-tech. At most, it can only be used for headcount.
And it's very unprofessional. It's definitely not done by intelligence agencies, the military, or the government. It's probably an individual project.
It's likely one of your enemies. Whatever it is, finish the mission quickly. Then I'll send you
abroad ." The foreigner said

, "I'll take it down. Let's see who did it!" The cult leader said through gritted teeth.

"I can't tell. They're not children. And they'll notice immediately after you take it down;
they might have already taken action before you're ready. You can pretend you didn't notice, and that'll give you
an advantage. You can stall for time and see who did it."

After learning the location of the phone surveillance, the cult leader immediately remembered the incident of the power company repairing light bulbs. 'Without
a doubt, it was those people.' A cold sweat broke out on his body again. "Who are they
? About four or five. And all of them are young men. If they're not police, then who has
so many well-mannered, awkward young men?" he wondered to himself.

The cult leader looked at his men, all of them looking like misfits. If it weren't for recruitment, there would be
some screening. Where would he find so many suitable people?

If you haven't done this kind of work, you don't know the difficulties involved. That's
the power of experience. The cult leader often went to great lengths to recruit and expand his followers. He knew the dilemmas involved.

"Now you take me away," John said. "My leg isn't very good, drive the car to your door."
As he said this, he suddenly noticed Wanrong standing outside the door like a ghost. This was the second time.

John was pondering how much he had been exposed. Therefore, he hadn't paid attention to Wanrong's appearance. Also,
because it was the second time, he made a fatal oversight.

John always sat in the back seat of the car when entering and leaving the compound. This was to ensure that he wouldn't be seen by the surveillance cameras along the way. If
you sit in the front passenger seat, you have to use a sun visor to cover your face so the police can't
see you . This is not only ineffective, but also arouses suspicion. Someone could easily create
software that collects surveillance footage of all vehicles with sun visors on, and immediately track your movements and see your face, because you can't always
use the sun visor to hide yourself. For example, when getting in and out of the car. So, the only
time he's exposed is for a few seconds after getting out of the car and entering the room. After that, he walks through the dimly lit alleys between the church and dormitory buildings,
invisible from the outside.

"Please get in the car," the cult leader said respectfully to John after Blue Cat drove up. "Please sit in the front."
The cult leader bowed and said humbly.

"I'll only sit in the back," John said.

"You drive him away." The cult leader was about to hand the car keys to Xiao Xu when he realized he was gone. He had no
choice but to let Blue Cat drive on.

The cult leader hurriedly checked the surveillance footage, only to find Xiao Xu arguing incessantly with Hong Feng in the monitoring room, completely
unaware of what had just happened. "What were you doing in there?"

"Nothing," Hongfeng replied indifferently.

"You didn't do anything with him? Nobody believes that."

"So what if we did? I wanted to, I took off my clothes and voluntarily did it with him! I didn't even make him
wear a condom. I like having his babies. So what?"

"He really did it with you? And without a condom?"

"No. His stuff is bigger, you don't have condoms that big.
" Hongfeng suddenly stopped talking after saying this. Because she saw the cult leader arrive.

Xiao Xu wanted to ask her, "What size? And then??" But the cult leader stopped Hongfeng from saying anything.

Xiao Xu was too shocked. His wife had actually been fucked by a foreigner. Maybe right now
, lumps of big-headed, big-eyed foreign sperm are "swelling, swelling" in her vagina
, looking for their beloved, almond-shaped, double-lidded, love-at-first-sight eggs! He remained
silent , glaring fiercely at Hongfeng, as if he already knew she would reveal all her secrets.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Hongfeng couldn't hold back any longer. "Then… he…"

"Don't say it," the cult leader interrupted again.

"No. I'll feel uncomfortable if I don't finish…" Hongfeng continued.

When Hongfeng began to recount the events of that time, Xiao Xu wouldn't listen. His expression
became extremely ferocious.

"I told you not to tell her," the cult leader stopped Hongfeng again. "Go and call Qinglong over. Then you
come back too." The cult leader completely stopped Hongfeng's rambling.

"We'll leave tomorrow. We'll stay abroad for a few days. To complete a mission…" the cult leader said to Xiao Xu.

"What about her??"

"Don't worry about her. There are plenty of women with big white cunts waiting for you to fuck them when we get abroad…" "

Waiting for me with their asses sticking out? Fuck them!" Xiao Xu was happy again. He was easier to coax.

"Cult leader, I'm here. Did you call me?" It was Qinglong's voice.

"Hongfeng, don't go. Come, let's talk this over. Something terrible has happened in our sect!" the cult leader said.

...

That very night, the 3D man was charging his phone, which the cult leader noticed. All four of them were watching the surveillance screen
intently .

The 3D man's actions were very stealthy; if John hadn't given prior instructions, even if they saw him, it would have been difficult to detect.
Suspicion. A very ordinary car slowly pulled up under the utility pole. Suddenly, the window opened, and a hand and half a head
emerged . The hand remained raised for less than two minutes before the window closed and the car drove away. It was impossible to see
what the hand was holding, and the car's engine remained running.

Hongfeng immediately recognized the person inside from the instant the window opened. "It's that
third brother who ," she said.

'So it was him.' Seeing the 3D man, the cult leader felt relieved. 'He came for Wanrong.
It wasn't the police who discovered anything.' For the cult leader, this discovery solved a major problem. He was originally planning
to follow this person. Now he doesn't need to. But how did he find us?' '

Hongfeng, you deal with him. See what he's discovered.' The cult leader then said to his two other generals,
'We'll set off as planned tomorrow. Qinglong, you take 100,000 yuan. The rest is for Hongfeng to keep.'

'We have money?' Hongfeng was delighted.

The cult leader then said to Hongfeng..." "Take the remaining tens of thousands of yuan, take out a few thousand to treat everyone to
a feast. Then deposit the rest into the bank, and you can withdraw it when needed. For the next few days, you will
manage this courtyard on my behalf."

This paragraph can be ignored

. The unit of RMB is 'yuan' or 'yuan', which is learned from abroad and is rarely used by ordinary people. People
usually call the basic unit of RMB 'kuai' instead of the official yuan. This is because
the circulating currency in ancient China was silver. The whole silver ingot was too valuable to use, so it was cut into small pieces.
Thus, the 'kuai' became the basic unit of currency used by people. It remains unchanged to this day.

So sometimes, although copying foreign countries is a shortcut, ordinary people may not accept it.

"Can I deal with that bitch Wanrong?"

"No. You can't do anything reckless. This is a critical period."

"We'll see." Hongfeng thought to herself.

(163) Searching for 10, things became clear

. The 3d man was also anxiously waiting. The surveillance camera found Ruonan and
her husband the day after it was installed.

However, in the past few days, the surrounding international environment has undergone significant changes. Some countries, in an attempt to carve up
Chinese territory, have suddenly tried to seize islands they have long recognized as Chinese; while another unrelated country
, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, has been constantly advising those countries and doing everything in its power to instigate conflict. It has even sent warships to intrude into Chinese
territorial waters, raising the possibility of war at any moment, and the situation in this region has suddenly become tense.

With these uninvited foreign guests suddenly visiting the waters surrounding China in the Western Pacific, China has become vigilant,
outwardly relaxed but inwardly tense. Security in this city has also been strengthened. The police have been strictly prohibited from any major actions
or raids. At the same time, a thorough investigation of spies and traitors is required. Zhang Moushun could only advise the 3D man
to remain calm. "She's with her husband, they're not being controlled, and there's no evidence that they're spies. You
have no reason to arrest them."

"Foreigners have been arrested. Aren't they spies colluding with foreign powers?"

"A single video doesn't prove anything. If you want to prove he's a spy, you need to continue the investigation
and produce evidence."

But how could the 3D man wait? "Ruonan is being violated! Can't you see?"

"She's with her husband. Whether she's been violated or not, her husband knows better than you. Your current
status is nothing more than a mistress caught in an adultery. The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is. Why are you in such a hurry?"

The two argued in the 3D man's shop. The 3D man was furious and anxious. But
Zhang Moushun could only follow orders. He was a policeman.

"That beggar is here too." Hongfeng's figure was also spotted on the surveillance footage, revealing that Hongfeng wasn't a beggar
at all , but a key member of the gang that kidnapped Ruonan. "This is definitely a huge
conspiracy!" Enemies meeting are especially hostile.

Just as the 3D man was about to lash out, he suddenly felt his hand being tightly gripped. It was Zhang Moushun's hand,
meaning to tell him not to act impulsively. "What if she was sent by Ruonan to deliver a message to you?"

Regardless, Zhang Moushun's delay in rescuing Ruonan infuriated the 3D man. He didn't know this
was an order from Zhang Moushun's superior and thought he was negligent.

This situation happens frequently. Many ordinary people, unaware of the inside story, assume it's police inaction,
leading to unnecessary trouble. However, due to discipline, the police
cannot the truth. They can only bear this injustice themselves. For example, in crackdowns on prostitution,
almost no police officers would go out to crack down on prostitution for a little extra money; they would at least wait for their superiors to order an operation to catch adulterers. But
some people believe that police crackdowns on prostitution are to exploit sex workers, or even to obtain free sexual services.

If Zhang Moushun didn't act, it makes no sense for the 3D man to hire someone to do it himself. That would only be a civil
dispute or a gang fight. He and Ruonan have no direct relationship; their closest relationship is that of former neighbors. Being neighbors
is already a stretch, especially former neighbors. There is absolutely no reason for him to interfere with their normal married life.

"Why don't we go find my sister?" The 3D man suddenly thought of A-Liang. "She seems to know some important people
who can order the police to do these things."

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"Please come in." With a sweet greeting, A-Liang personally opened the door. "Third brother,
is there any news about Ruonan? I'm so worried!"

"Yes... I found them..." The 3D man first met A-Liang, and their sexual contact
predated Ruonan's.

"Don't talk at the door. Come on, let's talk in the living room..."

"Let's go to your sunroom. I think it's nice there."

"The jade pendant you gave me last time was amazing. A gem appraiser took a liking to it immediately. He
insisted on buying it. He offered 300,000. If he buys it, who knows how many times he'll make a profit."

"Let him make a profit. Don't worry about him getting rich. If you sell one, I won't take a penny from you, and I'll even give
you another one of the same quality."

"Such a good deal? Then I'll sell it. We'll split the money." Although A-Liang hadn't inquired
about the 3D man's source, she knew about the trouble caused by the Buddha statue and how the 3D man eventually admitted it
was fake.

"I won't take a penny. Keep it for yourself." The 3D man was still generous to his future sister-in-law.
Very generous. Unlike the first meeting, where he just pushed her onto the bed and took her.

"Why don't you leave a couple more pieces with me? I'll sell them for you." Ah Liang's characteristic was greed.

"I can leave them with you. But if I have too many, they won't fetch a good price."

"There's something else. Someone has an antique jade, but the patina isn't good. He said
he'd pay millions if someone could make a good patina. Are you capable?"

"Why not? Have him bring the item and the money. I'll do it for him as soon as Ruonan's matter is over."

"He said he'd pay later."

"Then I can't do it. People like that dare to make fake jade. Wouldn't it be easier for them to renege on their debts? They
can easily renege on their debts if they say your work doesn't meet the standards. You can't sue them. In the end, they can
settle things with a few thousand dollars."

"Paying upfront might not work. At most, I'll have him leave the money with me first. The government isn't focusing on the economy right now,
and the antique market isn't doing well. The antique jade business used to be great! You could do that too."

"I do legitimate business. Don't listen to other people's nonsense," the 3D man explained.

"Nobody's talking about you. Only I know what you're doing now. Government employees are getting another raise soon.
This market is going to boom again. But this time it's not for bribery. Most of it is just people with too much money and nowhere to spend it, trying to
preserve its value ."

"Oh. So this kind of money is mostly used to buy pendants, bracelets, and things like that."

"Don't worry. There are also plenty of people buying big-ticket items."

(These two paragraphs can be ignored .)

To stimulate consumption and ensure that the national economy grows through consumption, changing the past situation of growth driven by investment;
at the same time, to reduce complaints and win over the people, the government often raises wages for units it can control.
These are government agency staff and employees of state-owned enterprises and public institutions. These people
don't for living expenses; a significant portion is used for investment. Buying luxury goods is also included.

In the wave of wage increases, the group receiving the raise is basically the group that doesn't create value. Their task
is to distribute the money the government throws out into society. The people who truly create value, including
employees of export companies, foreign company employees, and farmers, are people the government really can't control. Moreover, once they raise
wages, product costs will increase, competitiveness will decrease, and the national economy will decline instead of rise.

————————————————————

"You should tell me about Ruonan first..." After saying these useless things, A-Liang seemed a little impatient.
Her breasts even trembled with anxiety. The 3D man had seen the goods inside before and knew they were
of very high quality.

"I found her. But the police won't take any action!" the 3D man said.

"Why? Where is she?"

"How would I know why the police won't do anything? I'm asking you, aren't I?"

"The international situation is very tense right now. The police dare not do anything. Tell me the whole situation, and I'll go find
their boss..."

The 3D man showed A-Liang a screenshot from his mobile phone surveillance.

"It's her. Why does her belly look so big? Send me the video quickly." A-Liang said, relying on her woman's intuition
.

"Moreover, according to the surveillance these past few days, she's being held in solitary confinement. Her husband is living separately with another woman
. That child is very likely not her husband's." Because the streets of the church residential area are low and narrow, it's impossible to see clearly and completely
from the outside . However, since Wan Xie often appears with Qing Long,
the 3D man's statement is an estimation based on what he's seen. This is the effect of high intelligence.

"What kind of sins has she committed?"

"She's probably being controlled."

"Let me tell you, after my sister is rescued, she's yours. You can't abandon her."

"I won't."

"Don't say things like 'it's okay if someone lived in the house, but it's not okay if someone died there.'"

"I really won't." "

Then I'll go talk to him."

The 3D man knows that this 'he' must be a useful person, but he can't say it.
Not even a 'brother-in-law.'

Some mistresses are short-sighted, eager to climb the social ladder, overestimating their abilities, constantly battling with the first wife,
putting pressure on the man. "Do you love me or not? Will you divorce me or not!" The result is inevitably a lose-lose situation.
Ah Liang is a shrewd woman; she wouldn't act like that.

"You've had a tough time these past few days, don't you want me to cheer you up? Help you with some practical
difficulties ?" Ah Liang even felt genuinely sorry for her soon-to-be brother-in-law. A woman who hasn't received her husband's affection for a long time
is bound to feel restless. It just depends on her ability to endure it.

"No need. I'm fine."

There are too many tests like this. Who knows what she really means? 3D men don't fall for this at all. The most
typical example is that joke: "The next day is the wedding, and my fiancée isn't home. My future sister-in-law
suddenly appears in front of me dressed provocatively and says, 'Brother-in-law, once you get married, I'll have no chance. Why don't I give you
my body now?' This 'me' quickly walks towards the door. At this moment, the inner door suddenly opens, and my future
in-laws come out together. They say, 'You've passed the test…' At this moment, 'I' can't help but
sigh , 'Keeping condoms in the car downstairs definitely has its advantages!'"

Actually, Ah Liang's mind was indeed racing; it wasn't just a fleeting thought. She experienced a strong physical need,
which made her realize she should get married. Although her sister's first husband wasn't great, this second
man was excellent. He suited her taste perfectly. But she wouldn't hurt her. Instead, she was told that
as long as a woman doesn't cling to the feudal concept of "remaining faithful to one husband," she can definitely find her own happiness.

——————————————————

In another corner of the city, Zhang returned to the archives and reviewed Han Moulu's diary again.
The foreigner John had also appeared multiple times in another case, the disappearance of Ruonan. Whether they were the same
person was now crucial.

'This third brother is really a master,' Zhang thought as he read. 'He managed to find a criminal den that so many police officers couldn't find by using
such subtle clues.' If he weren't
more concerned about Duoduo's involvement in Han Moulu's case, he would have really taken a closer look at these cases.
The most important thing now was Han Moulu's diary; he hadn't looked at it for a long time and felt it contained significant clues.

Sure enough, a vague yet highly suspicious entry suddenly appeared in the diary.

It read: "That day, John found Han Moulu again. He grabbed her under both
armpits and lifted her high into the air. Her slippers fell to the ground.

'Put me down,' the woman pleaded in panic. 'I'm afraid of heights.' After all, she wasn't a professional sex
worker.

The man ignored her plea and lowered her slightly, bringing her nipples down to
his lips. He intended to bite her small nipples, but he hadn't considered that Chinese women's
bras had several layers of thick padding, unlike Western women's bras which only had a thin layer of fabric. His purpose
was simply to make her breasts appear larger.

The man placed the woman on the bedside table. 'Do you want to come abroad with me?'

Han Moulu nodded. She still couldn't figure out the man's true intentions."

"Do me a favor," John said. "Find a way to seduce this person."

"I'm a respectable woman, not a prostitute," Han Moulu protested vehemently.

"After you finish this, we'll go abroad together. If you don't, I'll be arrested and sent back…and then you won't be able
to leave !"

"…" Han Moulu didn't state her decision, but judging from the subsequent outcome, she yielded to John.

The diary didn't mention which Chinese man he was. "He's an executive at the 'iPhone' company.
When you have sex with him, first praise the benefits of the 'iPhone,' then ask him what new features the latest 'iPhone' has. It would be
best to get a sample from him." This was John's "task."

After that, Han Moulu never mentioned this man again.

A few days later, according to the diary's date—the day Han Moulu died—Han Moulu's diary
read: "He called and said he absolutely had to come to talk about that matter…he came…"

The diary ended there.

The police later saw the diary, but there has been controversy because it's impossible to determine when it
was written. If it was written before death, then "he" was very likely the murderer. So initially,
they leaned towards Ying Sheng, then shifted to Duo Duo.

"Could it be the unnamed third party?" Zhang Moushun wondered. He still didn't believe
Duo Duo was the murderer.

Zhang Moushun retrieved the surveillance footage from the nearest intersection to the crime scene on the day of the incident. Duo Duo
had indeed appeared that day, and after Duo Duo left, Ying Sheng also came. Thus, this video became
evidence of their joint crime.

A familiar person flashed by in the footage. This person was Uncle He, the owner of the iPhone. The police's previous
analysis had also discovered this, but he had only had a relationship with Han Moulu's mother.

Because the diary mentioned iPhones, Uncle He's involvement in the matter became more significant.

However, at this time, the first privately-owned "unmanned factory" in the area began construction, marking the entry of the local "
machine replacement" strategy into the practical stage. And the main contractor was the iPhone company. Uncle He was extremely excited at this time.
At that time, the city's labor shortage had reached over 500,000. The construction of the "unmanned factory" might alleviate the labor shortage
and also have a positive impact on China's robotics industry. Uncle He couldn't be easily touched.

"Are there any cell phones among the other items in this case?" Zhang asked the branch office's file manager.

"The one she used?" the soon-to-retire veteran policeman asked.

"Any unused ones?" Zhang asked casually, clinging to a sliver of hope.

"There is one." The answer was surprisingly pleasant. The manager added, "And it's a very new model,
not . There's no content inside, so you won't get any clues. Do you still want to look?"

"That's the clue." Zhang was overjoyed.

'Could it be like this?' Zhang analyzed back in his office.

"That third party of Han Moulu leaked trade secrets, which Uncle He discovered, so Uncle He followed
that person. And that third party was eager to retrieve the evidence from Han Moulu, but Han Moulu wouldn't give it to him. He
had no choice but to kill her to silence her;"

'In that case, Duoduo isn't the murderer. And that third party is very suspicious.' "Zhang thought.

In China, women become prostitutes for several reasons. First, for money; second, to satisfy their sexual desires (
due to feudal moral concepts and backward marriage systems, people's sexual desires cannot be fully
satisfied through marriage). Han Moulu's case is special; it was to complete the task John gave her.

'John bribed Han Moulu to collect intelligence on national defense projects. In order to make contact with
people in this field, Han Moulu became a prostitute. And she seduced this third party, and they obtained
an iPhone that hadn't even been released yet from him. This is a major case of economic espionage.'

Zhang thought again, 'When the third party regretted it, she went to Han Moulu hoping to get the phone back.
But Han didn't give it to him. Because the woman needed it as leverage to get John to take her abroad.
Before Duoduo and Yingsheng arrived, the two had already had a fierce conflict. In a fit of anger, Han Moulu was murdered.'

'Could it be Uncle He?'" Zhang Moushun had to consider all possibilities. "No way," he thought again,
"He didn't know how things were progressing, nor did he know if the woman had returned the evidence. And no matter how
much he leaked information, he wouldn't be foolish enough to do it himself."

Zhang Moushun sorted out the entire case. The third party must have wanted the information he betrayed back,
but unable to get it back, she strangled Han Moulu in the struggle. To cover up her crime, she used a gas cylinder to try and conceal
the evidence .

Uncle He couldn't be the third party; he had always had an ambiguous relationship with this woman. He didn't need to be a third party. But he
clearly knew about this third party and then followed her. If his analysis afterward was precisely to divert the police
's attention and thus protect the third party, then

the murderer was the third party; he was hiding in the house, unnoticed by Duoduo.

Finally, this third party gradually surfaced. He was Qiongya's ex-boyfriend, Uncle He's assistant, A Chen.

Uncle He already knew that A Chen was the perpetrator. But because A Chen was protecting the company, and the company
needed him. So I resolutely refused to report it, making Yingsheng the scapegoat. I found Uncle He and explained the situation to him; perhaps he
would reveal all the details about the third party.

However, it's all speculation. Without evidence, I can't sway Uncle He. He's a well-known figure in the area...
"Entrepreneur. Member of the CPPCC. Without evidence, you can't touch him; even with evidence, you still can't touch him without approval from above." Zhang
understood this. Moreover, he couldn't wait for an opportunity, because Duoduo was still in prison. He had to use these materials to get
the procuratorate to appeal and overturn the original verdict.

Fortunately, he didn't need to rely on Uncle He; so many new clues were inexplicable, proving that the reasons for arresting Duoduo
were insufficient .

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