I am a gunman

The sun finally sank completely behind the western mountains. As the last trace of crimson faded from the evening glow on the horizon, the eerie, endless darkness slowly and resolutely swallowed the vast, rolling land of the red earth plateau. Everything in the world temporarily faded away—despicable! Noble? Hypocritical! Pure?

The north wind whistled, not fierce enough.

Unseen dust swirled in the wind, mingling with the pungent smoke of the Western Regions, which I inhaled, a bitter mix.

The pitch-black night easily calms, but it also easily stirs up the deepest emotions within.

I like being in the dark, yet I hate it, because every day I can only hide in the earth's shadow, enduring loneliness while cursing the darkness of this world through gritted teeth.

It's been a long time since I've indulged myself like this. Now I am my true self—I can feel my own heartbeat, my own vulnerability, my own strength, I can feel everything.

This is my last deal, the very last one.

The time has come. Shen Qing—your retribution is coming. I believe I'll soon hear your screams and pleas as you fall before me. You never thought that, did you? Will you regret letting me go eight years ago, trying to appear magnanimous to Ru Shuang?

"Sixth Brother..." A deep voice behind me interrupted my thoughts. Without turning around, I knew it was Chagan—only this guy knew I liked being here at this time.

"Nothing has changed, right?"

"Everything is proceeding according to plan—"

I didn't speak again, although I sensed his tone was different today—I was just Chagan's subordinate. Even though I had saved his life, I couldn't ask or know things I shouldn't.

"Ah Hao... are you really leaving?" After a long silence, Chagan spoke again, his deep voice trembling slightly.

I didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, my gaze resolute.

"Look at me... this was something we agreed on long ago..." Chagan sighed slightly, patted my shoulder, leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Be careful on the road!" Then he turned and left.

Gazing at his blurry figure, my eyes lit up.

"Chagan—" I murmured to myself, "I won't forget you…"

At exactly eight o'clock that evening, I drove a military jeep, a common sight in the region, and began my final job—to take down Papua, the richest man in southern Xinjiang.

The Golden Eden Nightclub—Kashgar's most famous entertainment venue—was a place I could hardly imagine existed in Xinjiang, a barren land where eighty or ninety percent of the land is covered by desert and snow-capped mountains.

I lay on the rooftop of the six-story building directly opposite the Golden Eden Nightclub, patiently waiting for my prey.

Less than half an hour later, Papua finally emerged from the opulent Golden Eden Nightclub lobby, surrounded by eight bodyguards.

"Mr. Papua, from now on you are our most honored guest at Golden Eden. Welcome to come again!" A short-haired man who looked like the nightclub manager escorted Papua to the door, while two sexy women with flushed faces behind him spoke in a coquettish tone.

“Don’t worry, sir, I’ll definitely come when I have time—Ina, Lina, you two little sluts, wait for me, I’ll deal with you later…” Papua seemed to have been thoroughly beaten by the two girls, his speech was even a little slurred and lacking in confidence.

My hand was tightly gripping the trigger of my gun, just waiting for Papua to turn around—I never had the habit of shooting someone in the back.

He turned around, and my mind was blank as usual—no sorrow for the brevity and fragility of life, no pleasure in controlling someone else’s fate, only a “bang” of a gunshot, and then another head turned into a cluster of blooming peach blossoms, another life disappeared from this world, noble or sinful.

“There, don’t let him get away—” the crew-cut man immediately shouted, pointing to the rooftop where I was. Behind him, a row of men dressed in black suits like gangsters rushed over at a speed that even exceeded that of Papua’s eight bodyguards.

In the darkness, I quickly slid down the pre-prepared nylon lock to the bottom of the building, hiding in the shadows of the alley across the street. I calmly watched the long convoy of cars roar past, closely following my military jeep.

I disassembled my beloved gun, packed the parts into my bag, and lit a cigarette—having left the organization that had protected me for three years, I had to consider some things I hadn't had to think about before: several forces were hunting me down, the police were about to arrest me, what should I do?

*** *** *** ***

What kind of person am I? This is the question I've been pondering since the moment I entered prison. Tragic? Eight years ago, I was framed for attempted rape and sentenced to ten years in prison. Three years ago, I was released early for good behavior and later joined the Frontier Alliance through the introduction of my prison comrade, Chagan. Cruel? In my three years as an assassin, twelve heads were blown off by my gun, twelve families were destroyed, simply because I no longer believed in justice in this world.

It wasn't until I saw this news in this remote little house that I realized: I'm nothing but a pathetic wretch!

"Hello viewers! Here's the news: Last night, Mr. Bapua, president of the Kunlun Group, was assassinated in front of the Golden Eden Nightclub in Kashgar. During the arrest of the perpetrator, the vehicle he was driving exploded, killing Mr. Bapua's bodyguards and sixteen people, including those who reported the incident at the nightclub. The perpetrator is currently at large, and the case is still under further investigation..."

"Next, we have just received news: There's new progress in the case of the assassination of Mr. Bapua, president of the Kunlun Group. According to Captain Yang of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Xinjiang Public Security Department, based on the modus operandi and clues such as bullet casings left at the scene, the perpetrator in this case is highly likely to be the same person as the perpetrator in the 'March 13th Major Serial Murder Case' filed a year ago. Currently, the Xinjiang Public Security Department has partnered with the B City Public Security Bureau to establish a special task force to investigate this case. Here is the list of the task force members—Team Leader: Yang Tian, Captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Xinjiang Public Security Department; Deputy Team Leader:

Lin Rushuang, Deputy Director of the Criminal Investigation Department of the B City Public Security Bureau..."

Lin Rushuang—it's her!

Hearing that name tore at my heart. How ridiculous the fate that heaven had ordained for us was!

Scenes of my time with Lin Rushuang flashed before my eyes again. Though they burned my heart, I could never forget a single detail—

a group of children, cursing "orphan bastards," pinned a thin little boy to the ground, punching and kicking him, until a girl, like a madwoman, rushed in with a brick in her hand, and they scattered, leaving only the heartbroken little boy crying and the little girl wiping the mud from his body and face—that was me and her at seven years old.

Two thugs, like vicious demons, robbed a young couple of the money they had earned from working during their holidays, and then, driven by lust, when the girl's shirt was torn, the boy suddenly went berserk, his eyes bloodshot, and fought the two thugs with his bare hands. The thugs were frightened away, and the boy was left with two permanent scars on his arm and shoulder—that was me and her at fifteen years old. A

kind-hearted orphanage aunt, like a mother, was raped and committed suicide out of shame and indignation. In the long funeral procession, a man and a woman, tears welling in their eyes, bit their lips tightly. They then vowed to apply to police academy together, swearing to eradicate evil from the world—we were eighteen then.

Then… my heart trembled violently—Shen Qing, that bastard, relying on his family's power and influence, relentlessly pursued Ru Shuang. After being rejected, he set his sights on me. Now he had succeeded, easily sending me to prison with a bottle of wine laced with hallucinogenic drugs.

I was speechless at Shen Qing's despicable actions. This is, after all, a world of power; whoever has the most cunning and the strongest fist becomes the protagonist. But what about Ru Shuang? I never imagined that she would offer no help whatsoever when I needed it most.

I don't hate her—I have no reason to. After all, the image of me holding a woman whose clothes were almost completely torn was real, right in front of her. I should be satisfied that she doesn't hate me. I just can't understand: in her heart, are the years we've spent together over the past decade so pale that they can't compare to a scene staged by someone else? What are justice and law anyway?

In the afternoon, I finally saw Ru Shuang's familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face on television. As she spoke eloquently to the television, I remained expressionless, my heart already ice-cold.

Lin Ru Shuang—the only woman I've ever truly loved in my twenty-seven years of life—is she already married? When she tosses and turns in the long night, does she still think of me, the "rapist" who was stabbed twice while protecting her? Does she still have any sense of justice? Can she even imagine that the person she's now relentlessly pursuing is me?

Hahaha! Come, I've prepared a grave. If I'm to be buried there, I'll take your unwavering "justice" to hell with me, to endure the flames of purgatory together, to be condemned to eternal damnation.

Three days later.

Midnight.

A few unusual, subtle sounds suddenly startled me awake—the sound of a gun bolt being cocked and leather shoes hitting the ground—someone had come looking for me.

I didn't have time to think about who had the power to find me so quickly. I immediately grabbed my ever-present pistol and silently slipped into the darkness of the room.

I carefully discerned the footsteps; there were probably seven or eight people, but I had the advantage of being alone, agile, and familiar with the terrain.

Besides, the night should have been my time.

Although they tried their best to remain silent, I could still roughly discern their strength and distribution—four at the front door, one at each of the two windows, and two more on the opposite balcony on the second floor.

The door was suddenly kicked open, and my four bullets felled three of the four men who entered through the front door. The fourth man reacted incredibly quickly, rolling to the ground, and I only managed to hit his thigh. He spotted me and unleashed a barrage of fire from his submachine gun at where I was standing. The rapid gunfire immediately attracted the attention of people outside the windows on both sides, and two men burst in from opposite directions, spraying bullets as soon as they landed, regardless of whether anyone was there.

But after the gunfire stopped, they realized I was nowhere to be found.

In fact, I had already slipped away the moment I realized the fourth man who had entered through the main entrance hadn't been dealt with. This was my territory; no one knew it better than me.

Using the large wall mirror on the second floor facing the balcony, I easily saw the scopes of two sniper rifles on the opposite high floor reflecting the moonlight.

I attached a silencer to my pistol, grabbed a pillow from the bed, and held it up to the balcony window. Two bullets immediately pierced the pillow, spilling the straw used to stuff it onto the floor.

I immediately got up and fired two quick shots at the figure pulling the bolt of a rifle opposite, and both men fell dead.

I took a deep breath, jumped from the balcony to the roof of the opposite bungalow where the two men had been hiding, picked up one of the sniper rifles, and aimed it at the balcony. Sure enough, the three men downstairs, hearing the sniper fire, thought I'd been taken out and rushed upstairs, only to be easily eliminated by me.

My whereabouts were exposed; I absolutely couldn't stay here any longer. I didn't bother to identify which faction these men belonged to; I hurriedly packed my things, intending to leave immediately.

"Don't move—" Just as I stepped out of the door, four dark gun barrels were pointed at my head.

"Put down your gun, and don't even think about doing anything funny." A car door opened nearby, and a woman's voice, as cold as the night, came from within.

My hands were immediately handcuffed, and then I saw her—the owner of that voice, Lin Rushuang.

Past events, present grudges.

I had to believe that it was all an inextricable knot. We ran through it, bewildered, unable to escape our fate.

Eight years ago, a high wall separated us, handcuffs in place; eight years later, those same cold handcuffs brought me back to her . II . Infinite Extension

**************** ... She made no further comment, simply turning away. The expected indifference still chilled me to the bone. The interrogation room. No glaring lights, only her—another lingering light in my heart. We looked at each other in silence. When illusions vanish, longing becomes a luxury, and all the beauty of the world fades like a fleeting flower. I stood at the end of time, as if facing ruins, my long-numbed heart finding no reason to beat. "How have you been these past few years? How did you end up like this?" I didn't know if this was her habitual suspicion or a habitual expression of doubt, though both filled me with despair. "Before, I lived with hatred and hope; now, I will die with hatred and despair," I said. I finally believed that life is a cycle, inescapable in birth and death, rising like a mirage, ending like a towering tower. Everything will eventually vanish like smoke, and we will only wait in loneliness. "You really have nothing to say to me?" she said. "I saw Shen Qing. Did you get married?" I asked. “Yes, she’s very good to me.” “That’s good…that’s good…” I smiled. A series of hurried footsteps approached, and she hurriedly got up to greet me. In the instant she turned around, I saw her quietly wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Pain gives rise to tears, tears give rise to pity, and affection turns to ashes. A tall, strong-looking man with a dignified appearance led two police officers into the room. “Deputy Director Yu, the suspect has been brought back, and I am conducting routine questioning.” Lin Rushuang stood at attention, expressionless. “Take them all away and set up the scene.” The man’s eyes were fixed on me, gleaming with a predatory glint. “Deputy Director Yu, what’s going on?” Lin Rushuang was puzzled. No one spoke; all that greeted us were black hoods and the roar of car engines. *** *** *** *** Outside the abandoned factory, the desolate sound of rain began to fall. I awoke from my drowsy state, knowing that we had been unconscious in this bound position for half the night and half the day. Without the rag to gag her, Ru Shuang continued to shout. She didn't understand: this world will never listen to the cries of the weak. As the rain gradually subsided, the Deputy Director Yu that Ru Shuang had mentioned arrived again. This time, besides two police officers, he brought more than a dozen Pakistanis. In an instant, I understood. He—Deputy Director Yu Yongnian—was actually a member of the East Turkestan Islamic Movement.

“Release Lin Rushuang. She has nothing to do with this. You can do whatever you want with her.” I stared coldly at him.

“Release her? Haha—Leng Hao, or should I call you Sixth Brother? You were imprisoned eight years ago, joined the Frontier Alliance three years ago, and killed twelve of our organization's high-ranking members in those three years. Now, do you think you have the right to negotiate with us?”

“Release her, or—I’ll kill you.” I uttered each word clearly.

“You have no chance. Go after him—”

“Don’t hit him! What are you doing? Deputy Director Yu, you have no right…” Rushuang’s words were cut short as a man covered her mouth with his hand.

A hard shoe tip immediately pressed against my chest, the intense, dull pain making me open my mouth wide but unable to utter a sound. Then, fists, shoes, and sticks came at me relentlessly, and I quickly lost consciousness amidst the splattering of my own blood.

Then, I was awakened by a bucket of cold water.

"Don't faint yet, Mr. Leng Hao. This is just an appetizer; the main event is about to begin. Oh!

Look at my memory; I forgot to tell you: the news this morning said that the Papua assassination case last night has been solved, but unfortunately, the suspect was shot dead by police early this morning when he tried to take Officer Lin Rushuang hostage in the interrogation room. Officer Lin Rushuang sacrificed herself to protect the others."

"Squeak—" Accompanied by Yu Yongnian's smug laughter, I heard the sound of Rushuang's clothes being torn.

"Ah—get away—" Rushuang's voice roused me.

"Let her go...otherwise...I'll kill you all..." A strong hatred surged in, but my voice had no power; I could hardly hear myself.

"I heard you two grew up together. You like her a lot, don't you? It's a pity you gave up such a beautiful policewoman wife to rape a slut. Heh, men are really shameless!"

"Let her go..."

The wound in my heart was reopened, and I felt like I was going crazy, violently shaking my body.

“I bet you’ve never even seen her body, have you? In that respect, maybe you should thank me,” Yu Yongnian sneered.

Several hairy Pakistani men quickly stripped Ru Shuang naked, some even taking pictures of her body.

Then they forcibly turned my face towards her naked body.

“Ah Hao, don’t… don’t look…”

At this moment, I surprisingly calmed down. My gaze lingered carefully on each man who had participated in the humiliation, finally settling on Ru Shuang.

Eight years had passed, and I saw that her body was still as beautiful as ever, her breasts firm and full, her waist slender, her private parts pink and tender—like a flower blooming before withering.

Tears of humiliation rolled down her face; perhaps she still couldn’t accept this fact.

“Yu Yongnian, what are you trying to do?” Ru Shuang desperately shook her body, clamping her legs together.

“They are from East Turkestan…and I…am their devil…I’m sorry…Ru Shuang…I’ve dragged you into this…” The wind after the rain blew on my body, which was soaked with cold water. My wounds were numb with pain, but I gritted my teeth to keep from fainting.

“Oh—right! Director Lin, there’s something else you definitely didn’t expect. Since you’re about to die anyway, I might as well do you a favor and let you die knowing the truth: Remember Leng Hao’s case eight years ago? Actually, it was orchestrated by your husband…” He pointed at me, “That fool drank a glass of wine laced with a powerful hallucinogen, and then…haha…”

“What? I don’t believe you. You’re lying. Where’s A Qing? Where is he? How do you know all this?”

“Don’t worry, Director Lin, your husband has already returned to B City to receive an award for solving the case. Haha, his position in the organization has been promoted again.”

“No—this…this isn’t true…it’s not true…it’s not…” Ru Shuang looked at me, her eyes filled with confusion and guilt.

She believed it. She understood.

What kind of circumstances must a person endure to transform from a police academy cadet dedicated to punishing evil into a cold-blooded killer in just a few years? What kind of agonizing loneliness must one endure to become utterly speechless and heartless when facing a former lover?

"Ah Hao, I'm sorry... I let you down..."

At this moment, I finally closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face.

I remember Chagan once saying I was too fragile to be a killer. At that time, I scoffed, then silenced him with four clean and efficient cases in a year, but now, I believe him.

I really am a very fragile person; besides loneliness and hatred, there are many things I cannot bear.

"Come on, it's time for me to taste the beauty of this B City police force. Open the man's eyes and let him admire her." Yu Yongnian took off his clothes, his muscular physique exceeding my expectations.

My eyelids were propped open by something. Passively watching the woman I had never forgotten being defiled, for some reason, I felt a fleeting sense of pleasure.

Yu Yongnian's large hands grabbed Ru Shuang's breasts and kneaded them wantonly, while his mouth occasionally pecked at her sensitive nipples. "No wonder she's the flower of the police force, truly a top-quality woman."

Countless fingers teased Ru Shuang's body from all sides; her struggles remained fierce, and her breathing became heavy.

"You scoundrel, let go—"

Yu Yongnian's hand moved to Ru Shuang's vulva. "I remember Director Lin is always known for her cold and aloof demeanor, how can she react to being raped? It shouldn't be like this—"

His raised fingers glistened with vaginal fluid.

"Come on, everyone, come and see, even our almost frigid beauty director is producing vaginal fluid, this isn't something you see every day, haha—"

A group of people all stretched their rough fingers towards Ru Shuang's crotch.

"What cold and aloof beauty section chief? Even her juices are slutty..."

"She's not frigid, she just doesn't like the pretty boy type like Shen Qing..."

"Right, she must like us rough guys...right?"

...

From her usual high and mighty demeanor to her current naked state, accompanied by the man's obscene words and actions, Ru Shuang's world should have completely collapsed, but everything was beyond repair. The cruel passage of time stretched the pain of her body, suffocating the prayers of her soul.

Ru Shuang finally broke down, "Please...don't do this...don't do this..."

"Wow, she told us not to do this, did you hear that? She can't take it anymore, she wants us to try a more direct way. Haha, don't worry, my beautiful section chief, you'll be in for a treat, you won't be able to resist." Yu Yongnian deftly pulled down his pants.

"Such beautiful genitals, I've rarely seen anything like it. If the outside is so exquisite, the inside must be even better—"

"Ah—no—" With a scream from Ru Shuang, the man's thick penis plunged into her vagina.

“If you dare bite, I’ll make your ex-lover die in agony right now—” Then, a hideous worm shoved into Ru Shuang’s mouth. Then, penises were pressed against her cheeks, breasts, and waist—a moment showcasing the powerful lustful abilities of men, where every part of a woman’s body could be used as a vagina for penetration.

The light in Ru Shuang’s eyes gradually faded, just like when I was sentenced. When despair fills the mind, the body becomes like rotting flesh, and the heart turns to ashes.

“Damn, this is really different, it’s so tight…” Yu Yongnian worked hard, the sounds of his lower abdomen slapping against her buttocks echoing incessantly.

“Hey kid, seeing your dream girl being fucked, got a reaction yet? Want to have a go later?” A police officer lewdly groped Ru Shuang while turning back to taunt me.

“I’ll make you die a hundred times worse than you are now—” I stared at him intently, spitting out the words through clenched teeth. Then, I saw his penis suddenly go limp.

“Fuck you—still fucking stubborn?” He actually walked over and punched me hard in the chin.

“No…don’t hit him…good…good brother…come here…I want…I want to eat your big cock…” Ru Shuang suddenly broke free from the encirclement of the penis and smiled weakly at the police officer who was beating me.

“Haha—you really are a beautiful chief, you’re just as horny as a whore when you get horny. Slut, brother’s here—” The police officer didn’t forget to kick me in the stomach before leaving.

“Yes…I’m a slut…a whore…ah…harder…” Ru Shuang kept moaning horribly, her voice piercing and heart-wrenching.

The policeman's penis was brought close to Ru Shuang's face, and she immediately sucked it into her mouth, sucking hard with a fawning expression.

"Hmm—hmm—" Over there, Yu Yongnian, after a series of intense movements, began to ejaculate with muffled groans. Even after the worm softened and was squeezed out of her vagina, his expression still seemed to be one of lingering pleasure.

"Wait—" A Pakistani man, seeing that Yu Yongnian had finished, was eager to enter with his swollen, red penis, but was stopped by him.

"This bitch is really good, I'll do it again, then you can do whatever you want—put her down."

Ru Shuang's hands and feet were temporarily freed, but the real suffering had just begun.

"Come on, you slut who wants a cock, give me a blowjob—if you serve me well, your ex-lover will suffer less."

Without any hesitation, Ru Shuang's face was brought closer, and she began to serve Yu Yongnian with both her hands and mouth.

"Haha, a few days ago, even though I was on top of you, who would have believed that our famous police beauty would be giving me a blowjob? The tables have turned!" Yu Yongnian's penis thrust wildly in and out of Ru Shuang's mouth. "Oh ho—Director Lin, not bad, huh? That old bastard Shen Qing often does this with you too?"

Ru Shuang didn't answer, only the "slurping" sounds of sucking his penis, like an accusation.

"Bend over, I'm going to doggy style, Director Lin's ass is really big."

Ru Shuang obediently turned around and lay down, her back to me, letting the ravaging continue, just to achieve numbness.

Just as Yu Yongnian's penis penetrated, two more penises appeared in front of Ru Shuang. She supported herself with one hand, eagerly greeting them, no longer showing any trace of tears on her face.

My eyes were about to burst, etching this scene into my mind without exception. A thousand grievances pressed down on my chest like huge rocks, making it hard to breathe.

Like frost's tears, my tears, mingled together, welling up from my heart, dripping through the wound, splattering into specks of blood.

First, he pressed down on the two soft mounds of flesh, then began to slap them forcefully and rhythmically. Yu Yongnian began his violent thrusting, his thick penis sending waves of waves through Ru Shuang's body.

"Ugh—" Ru Shuang let out a wail of pain from her mouth, which was filled with his penis.

A lewd liquid dripped from where the two were joined, glistening faintly, before breaking apart.

At this moment, this place was an exhibition of human organs. Yu Yongnian and the other men were the penises, Ru Shuang was the vagina, and I—was the testicles.

Yu Yongnian changed positions, straddling Ru Shuang's body and ordering her to crawl. His enormous weight made Ru Shuang's legs tremble. Under

the constant squeezing and pressing of Ru Shuang's interlacing labia, Yu Yongnian accumulated a perverse pleasure, perhaps—and the pain of his death.

“Stop, bitch, let me play with your asshole—”

“No—” Ru Shuang, almost overwhelmed, trembled, but still managed to shout it out in one breath upon hearing this.

“Hmph—what? Never played with it before? That’s even better.” Yu Yongnian moved forward, holding his huge penis, letting the glistening semen on it smear Ru Shuang’s face. “It’s not up to you, you’d better obey—”

“You lie down there and fuck her with me, let her experience the feeling of being double-penetrated.” The Pakistani man with the swollen, red penis finally got his chance to vent his desires, lying down under Ru Shuang and thrusting rapidly.

“Slut, relax your asshole, I’m going to deflower you—” Then, a heart-wrenching scream followed…

*** *** *** ***

Finally, night fell.

The beasts’ lewd acts could come to an end during their predation.

“Ru Shuang, why did you do this?” I asked, looking at her covered in semen, her lips swollen and her anus bleeding.

"This...makes me feel a little better...it's my retribution for being blind..."

"You did nothing wrong, what retribution? Do you know this makes me feel worse than death?"

"I keep thinking back to when we were little, when we were bullied, you always cried, and I would grab a brick and go looking for someone to fight. Actually, I was scared too...until I turned fifteen, and from then on I knew: as long as you're here, I'll never be afraid again..."

Outside the window, the night sky was still, the stars twinkling.

The torment lasted for three days and three nights. When their left arm was broken, a dozen penises surrounded Ru Shuang, and I heard her cries of pain. When their right leg was broken, more than twenty penises surrounded Ru Shuang, and I saw that Ru Shuang's tears, like mine, had dried up; her eyes were vacant, and she was barely breathing. When all the ribs on one side were broken, I had already lost consciousness

. Before losing consciousness, I heard Ru Shuang, surrounded by countless penises, cry out in a final burst of energy, "Hao... I owe you... this is all I can repay..." A day later, I was rescued by Yang Tian—he was Cha Gan's man.

Seventy-nine days later, my wounds had mostly healed, and despite Yang Tian's objections, I boarded a train to B City. I didn't have the courage to linger there for even a second longer.

"I risked everything to save you. Promise me—forget everything here and start anew. I will avenge you." This was Cha Gan's only request of me.

In truth, he overestimated me. The moment Ru Shuang died, I knew my heart shattered with hers, and nothing could explain my continued existence.

Three days after arriving in City B, I met Gao Jie. To be precise, Gao Jie rescued a homeless man who had collapsed on the street. Then, she ignited my passion with her story.

For the past five months, I had forgotten who I was.

Now, lying on Gao Jie's bed, holding her soft, sleeping body, I remembered my name was Leng Hao, and when I was an assassin, my code name was Lao Liu.

The reflections of neon lights outside the white gauze window were elusive and indistinct.

From now on, I went from seeking death to waiting for death.

Monday.

Gao Jie told me that her resignation had been rejected by Qi Huaiyuan because he had something very important for her to do, which she also refused. She decided to stop going to work starting tomorrow. And I, naturally, went with her.

Three days sometimes felt like three years, sometimes like three seconds.

"Promise me, never make me cry—" she kept saying this while we were making love, as if begging.

Friday.

We went to pick up Gao Xiao, only to find that she was no longer at school.

At this moment, Gao Jie received a call from Qi Huaiyuan. She cursed loudly, but no tears came. I began to believe that while I had almost stopped paying attention to the news in the newspapers that Yu Yongnian, the deputy director of the Xinjiang Public Security Bureau, was coming to B City to attend the Yuanfang Group donation meeting, she too was almost unable to cry. When

happiness and suffering arrive suddenly, many people exaggerate the happiness and ignore the suffering. Sometimes, it is because of cowardice that one has a mundane

life . III. The End Forever ********** ... Gao Jie asked Qi Huaiyuan why he chose her when there were so many beautiful women in B City, enough to line up two streets away with just a flick of his finger. I heard Qi Huaiyuan's voice on the phone, only one sentence: "This Xinjiang guest is extraordinary. I wouldn't trust anyone else." Gao Jie turned to look at me, then froze. I think she must have been frightened by my red eyes, because I could feel fire shooting from them. But she didn't know—Qi Huaiyuan couldn't possibly provoke such overwhelming anger in me. The Xinjiang guest… the donation ceremony in the newspaper… Yu Yongnian… Shen Qing… all those nightmarish images… a pain suddenly loomed over my heart, pressing down like a mountain, making it hard to breathe. Forgetting can't last forever. If the fires of hell burn everything, consuming all sorrow, I'd be willing to be buried with them. "Ahao, I…" Gao Jie hesitated. Actually, I already knew her decision. On one side was her lover, on the other her daughter; a mother's choice needed no further explanation. "Don't be afraid, I'm here." "You..." "Believe me—I love you and Xiaoxiao." I held her in my arms, feeling her trembling gratitude, and felt a sense of relief—it was worth it for them. Friday. Night. Dark clouds. I finally managed to coax Gao Jie to sleep, but her eyes kept flashing in my mind, hazy, yet seemingly able to see right through me. On the way there, I kept looking around, trying to remember something, but I couldn't see anything. I am an assassin; even without a gun, I can still kill. The distant buildings were brightly lit. The 16th floor was the VIP reception room. I knew Yu Yongnian must be there right now, and perhaps, that bastard Shen Qing would be there too. I easily fooled the security guard and went up to the 16th floor, feeling my footsteps like a death knell. Then, I unexpectedly found two guards who should have been standing outside the guest rooms lying on the ground. Inside, there was a deathly silence. I picked up the guard's pistol, then went to the corner of this floor and pried open the surveillance room. I turned on the device, and the monitor displayed a scene that shocked me: a masked man in a black veil lay on the ground, his right arm and thigh soaked in blood, and more than a dozen people were pointing guns at him, including Shen Qing and Yang Tian. Qi Huaiyuan, who had been crouching in the corner by the sofa, was slowly getting up, his trousers soaked with sweat. Yu Yongnian calmly took off his bulletproof vest. “The Frontier Alliance assassin, Lao Si Yang Chou, right? Haha—another one fallen into my hands…” The masked man remained silent. My heart skipped a beat: Chagan had really made his move, though not entirely for me. The masked man was dragged to his feet by two police officers, seemingly unconscious. “Yang Tian, you’re in charge—” Yu Yongnian then turned to Qi Huaiyuan, “Mr. Qi, don’t be nervous, could you find someone to change the carpet?” Qi Huaiyuan stared blankly for a long time before cautiously nodding. Yang Tian and the two police officers dragged the masked man away. There were still nearly ten people left in the outer hall of the guest room. I had no chance at all, and I blamed myself for being too reckless. Once I could hear no more footsteps in the hallway, I stood up. I carefully checked the bullets and bolt in my gun, then heard the door to the monitoring room open. I quickly moved closer to the person who entered, pressing the gun to his head, only to find that it was Yang Tian, who was supposed to have left. "Yang Tian… how is it you?" "Leng Hao? Come with me—" *** *** *** *** Passing through the unassuming front hall of the bar, I was led into a dark storage room, where I saw Lao Si, whose wounds had been bandaged. "Lao Si, was that really you?" I asked. Yang Tian said, "This is our plan. I wanted him to deliberately expose himself. This way, Yu Yongnian will lower his guard, and tomorrow night will be the real deal." "Tomorrow?" Yang Tian nodded. "But I hope you won't get involved. You just want Yu Yongnian dead, and we'll make it happen." I didn't believe him. "How will you do it? What makes you so confident?" "That... is a secret. In short, I don't want to see you there tomorrow night. I believe the newspapers the day after tomorrow won't make you regret this decision." "Sixth Brother, listen to Yang Tian. We're confident we can take down Yu Yongnian," Yang Chou's voice said. "Okay, I'll wait for your good news. Take care! Goodbye!" I walked out of the house, but my decision remained unchanged. *** *** *** *** Back at Gao Jie's house, it was already midnight. "Ah Hao—where did you go? I'm so scared—" All the lights in the bedroom were on. Gao Jie, wrapped in a thin blanket, huddled in the corner of the window, her voice trembling. "Don't worry, I'm just feeling confused, I'm just going for a walk." I pulled the blanket up and hugged her. "Don't be afraid, I'm here... Xiaoxiao will be alright..." "Ah Hao... I'm sorry... I don't know what to do, but... but Xiaoxiao is my only daughter, I..." "You did nothing wrong. If I were you, I would have done the same. I won't despise you, but you have to promise me: after this is over, take Xiaoxiao and leave, go somewhere where no one knows you and start over, okay?" "Are you going?" "Of course I'm going, we'll forget the past together and live happily..." My heart suddenly ached. Having made up my mind, I didn't carry it out; it seemed I had lost that resolve. "But can you really forget the past?" "Yes, as long as you start a new life, the past will naturally fade away, like fallen leaves. In autumn, they cover the ground thickly, but when the snow comes, few can still see them..." "Ah Hao... then, I'll have another child for you, okay?" "..." "Ah Hao... why aren't you saying anything? Don't you want to? Or—why are you crying?" "I want to make love to you now, is that okay?" I gently stroked her hair. She got up and kissed my face, kissing my tears into her mouth. "Ah Hao, I haven't cried..." My hands frantically unbuttoned her nightgown, my own tears still flowing freely.

Her lips were hot, kissing every inch of my body, finally taking my erect penis into her mouth.

As she embraced me, I felt a warm current flow through me, gradually expanding and filling me.

I held her soft, fragrant flesh, as if floating into an unreal dream.

Then came a moment of disorientation, and the images of two women in my mind overlapped, blooming beautifully like fireworks, before finally fading away…

*** *** *** ***

Saturday.

Gao Jie refused my invitation to accompany her.

“Wait for Xiaoxiao and me to come back, and start a new life.” These were her last words before she left.

I changed into a black cotton shirt and a pair of faded jeans, ready to witness Yu Yongnian's death as an assassin.

I easily infiltrated the sixteenth floor of the Faraway Building again, and saw two guards with their ears pressed against the door.

It turns out that what attracts people is not only beauty, but also ugliness.

I pried open the surveillance room again and saw Gao Xiao gagged and tied to a chair.

Gao Xiao's eyes looked at me, filled with despair.

I smiled, comforting her with my eyes. "I'm here, don't be afraid." Then I untied the ropes binding her.

"Brother Hao..."

I hugged her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid—"

"But Mom..."

I looked at the monitor, where Gao Jie, completely naked, was violently thrusting into Yu Yongnian.

"Xiao Xiao, don't look, wait here, brother will take you and Mom away right away—"

The door was suddenly kicked open, two guns were thrust in, then two more.

That old rabbit, Yu Yongnian.

"Hands up—"

Faced with more than a dozen people, I could only helplessly raise my hands. On the screen next to me, I could still hear Gao Jie's gritting moans.

After the two men took the guns from my body, they twisted my arms, but were both attracted by the sound of the door being slammed on the screen and turned their heads. The people outside reacted very quickly and rushed over.

I looked back at the screen—it was Yang Tian.

The door opened, and Yang Tian raised his hand and fired a shot, but I heard Gao Jie's scream.

"Gao Jie—" "Mom—" Gao Xiao and I shouted almost at the same time.

Gao Jie collapsed onto the bed, shot in the thigh, a bright orange flame flashing beneath her.

Yang Tian fell, his face contorted with resentment, seemingly unable to believe his defeat.

Everything happened so suddenly and so bizarrely; I could only watch.

I was led to a guest room, where Gao Xiao, weeping, was also there.

"That was brilliant! Director Yu is truly a master strategist—Shen Qing is impressed." Shen Qing pushed Gao Jie off him, put on his clothes, and blew on the gun in his hand.

It turned out that Yang Tian and I had been deceived; it was Shen Qing who had slept with Gao Jie.

Yu Yongnian and Qi Huaiyuan entered from outside, Qi Huaiyuan's face deathly pale.

"Mr. Qi, don't worry, this has nothing to do with you, and I will not have any objections to our cooperation—" Yu Yongnian patted Qi Huaiyuan's shoulder.

"Ah... Ah Hao... Xiao Xiao... are you... alright?" Gao Jie on the bed saw Gao Xiao and me and desperately tried to cover herself with the blanket. Blood instantly stained the blanket.

“Mom—”

“Leng Hao? Damn it, it’s you again? You’ve got a long life!” Shen Qing glared at me venomously, then spat out two more bullets from his hand.

“Ah—” I collapsed to the ground, my legs, riddled with bullets, could no longer support my body.

“Ah Hao—” “Brother Ah Hao—” The two women cried out simultaneously, but all they received in return was the man’s lewd laughter.

“Haha—this must be your woman, right? You’ve paid off a little of the debt you owed me. I’ll definitely give her a good time later, enjoy—” Shen Qing’s venting hadn’t finished when he grabbed Gao Jie’s hair.

“Qi Huaiyuan… what are you doing… I’ve done everything you asked me to do… can we… leave now?” Gao Jie was surprisingly calm.

"Leave? Haha—my beauty, you're too naive." Yu Yongnian didn't look at me, walking straight to Gao Xiao. "Little girl, still a virgin, haha, you'll have your fun later—"

"Yu Yongnian—you bastard, if you dare touch her, I'll kill you—"

"You? Leng Hao? Haha—I remember you said the same thing to me six months ago…" Yu Yongnian smiled casually, "When I had Yang Tian kill you, I found a problem in the photo he gave me, and that's why he's dead today. You know? When you're not an assassin, you're like a fool—"

The door closed again, separating us from the world.

"You bastard, God really took care of me, letting you fall into my hands again—you'll regret being born human." Shen Qing walked over, swinging his still hard erect penis, and kicked me in the stomach.

"Yu Yongnian…if you dare touch Gao Xiao, I will definitely kill you—" I arched my body, convulsing in pain, my voice distorted.

"Fuck your mother, still dare to be stubborn—" Shen Qing kicked me on the head again.

"Sigh—Brother Shen, why get angry with him? Wouldn't it be better to do something real?" Yu Yongnian gestured towards the bed towards Shen Qing, then walked towards Gao Xiao, his eyes gleaming with lust.

Shen Qing walked back to the bed, viciously pulling up Gao Jie's wounded leg, and thrusting his erect penis into her body, pumping wildly amidst her screams.

"You filthy bitch, now you're moaning. You were like a dead person when I was fucking you just now."

"Look how fucking cheap this bitch is, she only moans when I give her something rough. Scream—scream—"

More penises surrounded the bed, and the pleasure of blood welled up and erupted once more.

I lowered my head in anguish.

One hundred and eighty-six days later, tonight, everything was repeating itself, and I was still powerless to stop it.

"Ah—no—" Gao Xiao's cries rang out. She struggled, but to no avail; Yu Yongnian calmly tore away her protective gear.

Gao Xiao's top was completely torn, her budding breasts standing erect. She tried desperately to cover herself, but her strength was too weak.

"Brother, save me—"

"Hiss—" Gao Xiao's skirt was ripped open, followed by her underwear. Yu Yongnian's eyes were already fixed.

To defile such a girl... just to make his crotch bulge.

Smooth, delicate legs, fine downy hair below her abdomen, trembling tears, and that helpless cry, all I got in return was a desperate sigh from me...

The world doesn't listen to the cries of the weak. Perhaps, they only understand this on their deathbed.

My foot was suddenly touched, and a sharp pain shot through my leg. I turned around and saw Yang Tian lying on the ground, gesturing to me.

I struggled to reach him, but the people standing there were too busy to pay attention to us.

A pistol, a cell phone, and a series of hand signals from the organization—it took me so much effort to get them.

Thank you—even though you used me. I returned his gesture, then watched him die with a sense of satisfaction.

I crawled toward Gao Xiao, glancing around the room repeatedly—filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, men's lewd words, and women's painful groans and cries. No one paid any attention to me.

"Bang—" A gunshot rang out.

The room fell silent for a moment, then Shen Qing's body slammed to the ground, followed by Yu Yongnian's pig-like screams—his crotch would never bulge again.

I couldn't be bothered to look at them again. Gritting my teeth, I crawled over, pulled the weeping Gao Xiao into my arms, and pressed her down beneath me.

"Promise me you'll forget everything here and start a new life happily..."

As I said this, a gunshot rang out behind me. And I—at the same time, pressed the dial button on the phone Yang Tian had given me. The vibration of the number would detonate the RDX bomb he had planted in this room, enough to collapse the entire top floor...

[The End]

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