[Urban] The Adulterous Mother Who Used the Toilet - 25-27

(Chapter 22)

Night, a silent moment. Only the monotonous, slightly chilly sound of the wind surged from the endless darkness, then vanished. In this midnight hour, dawn was still a long way off—I sat quietly in the seat of my Audi, breathing deeply the slightly cold air. My mind was serene, and a detached, chilling smile played on my lips.

Twenty minutes earlier, three muffled, barely audible gunshots rang out in Chen Kai's parents' master bedroom. One shot, fired by Yan Wu, pierced Secretary Chen's temple, killing him instantly.

The other two were fired by me. However, I felt slightly embarrassed because, failing to accurately control the powerful recoil of the pistol, I, holding it with only one hand, failed to hit Chen Kai, whom I had originally aimed at. The bullet veered off course, striking the European-style bed, only a dozen centimeters to the right of his head.

Fortunately, my mind was sharp at that moment. Without hesitation after missing his target, he swiftly moved to Chen Kai's side, pressing him down as he struggled desperately against his mother, panting heavily and oblivious to his impending death. He layered Chen Kai's body with his, listening to their groans and gasps, feeling the intense collision of their flesh. Then, he raised his gun again, pressed it against Chen Kai's back, and pulled the trigger.

The ridiculous scenes often seen in movies and television, where someone shields another from a bullet at close range, preventing it from penetrating, did not occur at that moment. The bullet pierced both mother and son's bodies, blood gushing out instantly. Flesh and bone fragments were carried away by the spinning bullet, scattering in all directions, even splashing onto my face. The pungent smell of blood, the heavy stench of bodily fluids and brain matter, mixed with the gunpowder smoke, filled my nostrils.

Watching the father fall, the mother and son dying in each other's arms, I felt no pity, no fear, and no unusual, unsettling emotion. Calmly wiping away the gunpowder residue and bloodstains from my body and shoes with the blankets on the bed, I washed my face in the bathroom, cleaning off the bits of flesh and bone. Then, I left the house with Yanwu, who had also finished cleaning up the scene, and Haijian, who was waiting outside.

Thus, the entire family of three, along with the young nanny who lived on the first floor and whose neck Yanwu had broken beforehand, were all dead, without exception. "It's foolish to focus all your energy on aiming before firing a pistol, because even if you aim perfectly, you'll miss the shot. The general technique is to move the gun around in one area, the key being to increase the pressure on the trigger until it fires. Remember, the shooting techniques for pistols and automatic rifles are completely different; after all, automatic rifles are generally fired with both hands—" Just as I was coldly smiling, recalling the scene of the carnage I had just witnessed, Yanwu, sitting in the driver's seat but not starting the car, was explaining some shooting techniques to me.

As I listened, I glanced at Haijian huddled beside me. His face was deathly pale, his expression terrified, and his flabby body trembled uncontrollably. The events of the day must have left a deep mark on him. I completely understood his feelings at that moment—that kind of sex intertwined with blood, death. For an ordinary person, or in other words, someone who had never witnessed such a thing, the psychological impact would be enormous, even devastating.

More than two months ago, on a summer night in the fields outside the back gate of Donghai University, wasn't my behavior the same as his now? Heh, but that time—thinking of this, I waved my hand to stop Yanwu's explanation. I took out a cigarette from the pack, put it into Haijian's still trembling mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

"Cough cough cough!" In his bewilderment, he unconsciously took a deep drag, the smoke rushing into his throat, causing him to cough violently. His body also curled up even more, completely like that enormous worm.

I smiled and patted his shoulder. "You didn't even get close, you just peeked through the crack in the door. Was it that scary?" "No, uh, no—" "Alright, alright." Seeing his trembling appearance, I said nothing more. I casually picked up Chen Kai's phone, which I had brought from the house. Looking at the missed call on the screen from when Chen Kai and his mother were committing incest, I pondered silently.

I recognized the name on the missed call: Da Dong. This was Chen Kai's high school classmate and best friend. He and another of Chen Kai's best friends, Guang Feng, had witnessed Chen Kai's abuse of my mother.

Now that I had wiped out the Chen family, it was time for these two guys, and those who knew about it, to be dealt with.

In short, neither of them had retaken the college entrance exam or paid to go to university. Da Dong got in through Chen Kai's connections and got a job at the logistics company owned by his cousin, the guy named Ma Benliang's father. Guangfeng, on the other hand, worked as an assistant for his father, who ran a business in Xiamen, but he still came back often. With only two days left until the National Day holiday, it seemed to me that this group of people would be getting together again.

"Old friends, where will you be?" With that thought in mind, I dialed Da Dong's number. After ringing for

a while, the call was answered. "Damn! Kai, were you fucking just now?! Only now getting back?" The phone rang with the sounds of shuffling mahjong tiles and other noises, making the voice sound somewhat muffled.

"Da Dong?" Unsure if it was him, I deliberately asked in a low voice.

"It's me! Hey? What's wrong with your voice?" He clearly recognized that I wasn't Chen Kai.

I rolled my eyes and quickly said, "It's like this, I'm a classmate he met when he studied abroad, we're pretty close. I just got to his house tonight. He was taking a shower when you called, so I didn't answer. He handed me his phone now and asked me to ask where you are so he can come over later." "Where is he? Damn, you were peeking at my cards! Oh, sorry, sorry, I wasn't talking about you!" From the voice on the other end, I could tell this guy was playing mahjong while talking to me.

"He's being lectured by his old man! You know how officials lecture their sons! Just tell me the address, I won't bother him, I'll just come over." I made up a story on the spot.

"Sure! If you're friends with him, then you're my friend too. We're at xx street, xx number, near xx middle school. Call me when you get there, someone will come pick you up." Da Dong didn't seem to care about my words and quickly gave me our exact location.

"No need." After saying that, I immediately hung up the phone and disassembled it. While doing all this, I said to Yanwu, "I know that place well. Let me drive; we can take a shortcut." Yes, how could I not know the address Da Dong gave me? Because that place was where my mother was raped by Chen Kai more than two years ago—the two-story house in the nearby town where my high school was located. No doubt, I wouldn't easily forget such an unforgettable place.

"Kill everyone there?" Yanwu asked casually while I was dealing with my phone.

"Yes!" I nodded without hesitation. At the same time, I put the phone parts into a pre-prepared trash bag, then took out my revolver, swung the cylinder to the left, took out two rounds of ammunition, loaded them into the empty cylinder, and then pressed the cylinder back down. My gaze was deep as I stared at Yanwu.

"Hehe, rookie comrade, you're so intimidating!" Yanwu's lips curled into a smile.

"Compared to you, I'm far inferior." I said as I opened the car door and got out of the driver's seat.

Seeing this, she moved to the passenger seat. Turning to look at Haijian, she said dismissively, "Liu Haijian, close your eyes and rest for a bit! It'll be over soon." "Ah? It's okay, it's okay." Haijian, hearing her words, waved his hands in refusal like a frightened bird.

"What are you afraid of!" Yanwu's tone hardened, then softened. "He Jun said he wouldn't hold it against you. What are you worried about? It's just to let you come and have some fun, and you're afraid of that?" With that, she turned around, pursed her lips, and muttered, "Coward!" At the same time, I started the car and glanced at Haijian, who remained fearful and anxious in the back seat. Then I drove the car towards our destination.

"Did you tell your parents you were coming to visit today?" I asked Haijian as I drove, glancing at him in the rearview mirror.

"Huh?" He hesitated for a moment before replying, "No, they don't know yet.

They don't really care about my appearance in that regard." "Yeah!" I nodded in agreement. "They have to get up early every day to go to the factory; it must be very hard work." As I said this, I glanced mysteriously at Yanwu beside me. Her gaze was also fixed on me. We exchanged a

knowing smile. Only a bewildered Haijian remained in the back seat—less than half an hour later, we arrived. It had been over a year since I left high school, and the small town next to the school hadn't changed much. The pedestrian street was still only a few meters wide and a few dozen meters long; the rows of houses of varying heights still stood there, arranged in neat rows.

Of course, I had no leisure to revisit this place now. I slowly drove to the front of the two-story house, stopped, rolled down the window, and looked around to make sure it was safe before getting out.

The small buildings on both sides of the house were completely dark, except for this one, where the lights were still on in the three rooms on the second floor that I knew so well. From the central room, I could faintly hear the sounds of playing cards and talking coming from inside.

I turned around and glanced at Yanwu and Haijian, who had gotten out of the car with me. Then I pointed inside and walked towards the door. I

carefully pushed open the half-closed door and tiptoed to the tightly closed door on the first floor. With the help of the lock-picking tool in Yanwu's hand, the three of us entered without any trouble and went up the stairs to the second floor.

I, who had already drawn my gun, crouched down and followed behind Yanwu. Haijian, at her command, huddled in a corner of the corridor.

After a few steps, we reached the first room. Peeking inside, I instantly caught a glimpse of the lewd and seductive scene inside.

In the soft light of a bedside lamp, on the bed in the inner corner, a young couple I had never seen before and didn't recognize were locked in a passionate embrace, their necks intertwined. The pretty young

woman, with a rather attractive figure, lay supine, her pink lace bra loosely draped around her lower abdomen. The young man cupped her breasts, one in each hand, playing with them for a while before putting them in his mouth. He carefully sucked on the young woman's nipples and her fair breasts. Then, suddenly, he pinched them with his fingers and bit them with his teeth. The woman immediately frowned and closed her eyes, enduring the man's tongue and teeth with a pained expression.

In less than a minute, he pulled off the young woman's matching lace panties, but not completely; the panties hung on her right calf. From my angle, I could still vaguely see the woman's delicate, cherry-red vulva.

After lifting one of the woman's thighs, the man brought his mouth to her vulva and began to lick it. Almost simultaneously, the woman let out a soft moan. She hummed and occasionally arched her hips to allow the man's tongue to penetrate deeper. As he licked, he inserted his middle finger into her vagina, thrusting it back and forth. Stimulated, the woman quickly became aroused, pressing the young man's head down onto her body. The man moved upwards, capturing her head and sealing his lips with hers. Their tongues exchanged saliva.

Soon, they reached the physical stage. The man pulled down his pants, grasped his condom-covered penis, rubbed it against the entrance of the young woman's vagina, and then thrust it in fully. Instantly, the woman let out a soft moan of pleasure. The man let out a long sigh, then twisted his waist and thrust forcefully.

He placed the young woman's legs on his shoulders as he fucked her. While he was having sex with her, he smelled her smooth, delicate calves, which looked extremely glistening and dazzling under the light, his tongue rubbing and licking them. The woman was also reaching out to clutch the sheets, moaning with slightly excited pleasure.

Driven by the man's vigorous thrusting and her own pleasure, the young woman with her long hair flowing began to lose herself. At this moment, she was like a harlot, slamming her fragrant buttocks against the man's genitals. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was clearly audible even through the closed doors and windows. Not only that, her delicate, pointed breasts were also being kneaded and shaped in countless ways by the man.

"Old habit again?" Just as I was enjoying watching, Yanwu, who had already quietly observed the other two rooms, returned to my side, her eyes mysterious and her expression playful as she whispered to me.

Without any embarrassment, I leaned close to her ear. "Watching porn on the spot can improve blood circulation, which is beneficial for the fusion of my rib cells and speeds up the healing of my injuries. Besides, they're about to die anyway, so let them die in this blissful state. Isn't that doing a good thing?"

"Sophistry!" She glared at me with a slight amusement, then whispered, "There are six people in the middle room, four men playing mahjong, and two women keeping them company. The last room—" She paused mysteriously, then pulled out her pistol and released the safety. "Same situation as the first room!" "What do we do next?" Ignoring the implication in her words, I glanced back at Hai Jian, who was hiding in the corner and constantly peeking at us, and asked her.

"The last room is yours." She stroked the cold, hard gun. "You don't need to worry about the rest." I smiled silently and then peeked inside again.

The couple making love inside had changed positions. The young man turned the woman around, making her lie on all fours like a female dog. The woman's hands were on the mattress, her buttocks raised high. Then, the man inserted his penis into her vagina from behind, his hands reaching down to grasp her breasts, pinching her nipples with his index and middle fingers. He pressed his body against her back, thrusting violently. The woman continued to moan.

The man's hips thrust forward repeatedly, while the woman's buttocks pushed backward. They cooperated seamlessly, moving ceaselessly. Occasionally, the woman would turn her head back, their mouths meeting, their lips and tongues entwined; but when the man accelerated, their mouths parted again, leaving only the woman's moans, sometimes soft, sometimes heavy, and the man's heavy breathing, drifting out of the room and echoing in my ears.

In the blink of an eye, the couple, caught in the throes of sexual pleasure, began their final ascent to the summit of ecstasy. The young woman's flushed face, her seductive eyes, her plaintive, wanton cries, her trembling, white body, her disheveled hair; the man's hips swaying like waves, his thrusts rapid, his body drenched in sweat, his breath ragged. All of this foreshadowed the imminent end of their lovemaking, and of course, their lives.

"Sigh! Who told you to be extras?" he thought to himself, then gripped the gun tightly, awaiting the moment.

Finally, the young woman shuddered, her body stiffening, her head thrown back, letting out a long, soft moan like a cat's cry in the dead of night before collapsing weakly onto the bed. The man, after her climax, thrust a few more times with all his might, then with a final thrust, ejaculated.

In that instant, Yan moved.

Swift as a leopard, agile as an ape, she sprang to her feet, aimed without aiming, and fired her gun into the room through the glass window. After firing two shots, she moved swiftly, kicking open the second room and firing at the people inside who were still talking loudly and playing cards.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!" The muzzle bounced, bullets whistling dully as they flew into the inner room.

"Clatter! Crash! Bang! Thud! You! Don't—" The sounds of chairs and bottles being overturned, mahjong tables crashing and dominoes falling to the ground, the brief gasps of surprise from men and women, and cries of pain all rang out in those few seconds.

I, who got up a little later than her, was somewhat stunned. She was too fast; I couldn't react at all, and even now, I was still standing outside the first room.

Looking at the shattered glass from the shooting and the young couple lying dead on the bed inside, I felt a pang of envy. Two bullets fired in quick succession had accurately struck the young couple, still savoring the afterglow of their climax. Both bullets pierced the skull, killing them instantly. The precision of their marksmanship, the speed of their shots, and their calm and decisive actions—these were the skills I needed to strive to learn.

"Don't just stand there! Come here!" As I was still marveling and filled with admiration, Yanwu's voice came from the third and last room.

My face flushed slightly, and I turned back to Haijian, who was trembling and covering his mouth in terror, gesturing for him to crouch down and stay still before heading towards the room.

As I passed the middle room, I glanced at it. Six people, four men and two women, were all lying or sprawled in the room, completely silent. Each bullet had struck a vital spot on their head—the center of their forehead, the temple—a fatal blow. Among them, I recognized Da Dong lying supine in front of the overturned mahjong table, a hole in his forehead, eyes wide open, dying with his eyes wide open. And at his feet lay Guang Feng, dead in the same manner. Blood and brain matter splattered on the back of their heads under the overhead light, like a grotesque totem painted around them.

"Farewell! No need for further farewells!" I thought coldly, waving at them before continuing onward.

Reaching the door of the third room, I was stunned again upon seeing the scene inside. In the center of the room lay a man, short and stout, barely clothed, with a gold chain around his neck. Like Da Dong and the others, he had been shot between the eyebrows, the extreme terror of his final moments still etched on his face.

Ma Benliang, Chen Kai's cousin, was also dead.

However, my stunned silence wasn't for the dead man, but for the naked, fair-skinned, shapely, and beautiful woman with a graceful figure. She was huddled against the corner of the bed, her hands covering her chest, her eyes filled with fear, curled up in a ball.

Clearly, she was terrified.

This woman was my former girlfriend—Zhuge Shanshan.

"You, ah! A-Jun! It's you! How, how—" After staring at me for a few seconds, she suddenly trembled, her eyes widening, the shock on her face exceptionally clear.

"Shanshan, long time no see!" Quickly regaining my composure, I picked up my revolver, stepping over Ma Benliang's spilled blood and brains, and walked step by step to the bedside.

"Don't be afraid." I smiled gently, shrugging, my tone teasing. "Sigh! You really shouldn't be here. Tell me, how did you end up with him?" "I, I, I—" she stammered, utterly terrified, instinctively trying to shrink her naked body as far as possible into the corner.

"I just said." I reached out and wiped my mouth. My expression remained unchanged. "Don't be afraid. You and I broke up a long time ago, and I didn't come here today for you. It's just that I have a strong thirst for knowledge. Seeing you here, and sleeping with him, I just want to know. You should satisfy me, right?" Looking at her pretty face, tears welling in her eyes, filled with inexplicable terror, I smiled calmly and quietly observed her. At the same time, the gun barrel dropped, pointing diagonally at Ma Benliang, who lay dead on the ground.

"I—" Seeing my reaction, Yanwu, who had been standing to the side, went out again. She took a few deep breaths, gradually calming her panicked emotions, then picked up a women's coat lying on the bed and draped it over herself. After a moment, she stammered, "Being a tour guide is too tiring and tough. I want to change jobs. You know him. My uncle is the county party secretary, and my father owns a company. So, I—" "Hehe!" I chuckled, shaking my head slightly. "I understand. I also understand you. Women have to put in more effort than men to survive in society." "Can you let me go? I promise I won't tell anyone!" Seeing my calm demeanor, she looked at me hopefully. Her words were full of pleading.

"I agree—" I narrowed my eyes, a smile playing on my lips, drawing out the words.

"Thank you! Thank you—" "Bang!" A muffled thud shattered the air in the room.

Holding the gun, I stared at her, lying on the bed clutching her chest, her face filled with shock and disbelief. With a cruel, wicked laugh, I said, "Agree? Not at all!" As soon as I finished speaking, I stepped forward and fired two more shots into her once beautiful, now pale and lifeless face. — * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * **""""""" " '

We 're going to deal with those two next, right?" Yanwu asked as she drove the car back on the road. It had been about fifteen minutes since we left the two-story house filled with corpses and the stench of blood. I had just changed out of my blood-stained and brain-splattered shoes and was tying the laces of my new ones when she asked me that. I turned to look at Haijian, who was lying across the back seat, fast asleep. I then asked, " '"Did you knock him out again?" She nodded in reply. After tying my shoelaces, I quickly took out my revolver again and carefully wiped it clean with a tissue from the center console. "You're wearing gloves, no need for that," Yanwu said, glancing at me. "Better safe than sorry," I replied, using the adjuster to lean the seat back. Then I grabbed Haijian's right arm, who was fast asleep, and shoved the gun into his hand, pressing it down. I did this to get his fingerprints. Because during all the operations that night, Yanwu and I were wearing gloves, except for him— "I'm so sorry!" After doing all that, I patted Haijian's chubby face. "You're just unlucky to have such a bad friend like me!" "Hehe!" Yanwu, who was driving, chuckled like a silver bell, then her gaze deepened as she murmured, "It feels like I've gone back to the past!" I didn't answer, turning on the car radio and looking out the window, listening to Jay Chou's "The Seventh Chapter of the Night." My gaze wandered aimlessly through the desolate, quiet night. "December 1983, clear alleyway, the seventh chapter of the night, the typewriter continues; approaching the next line of truth, the smoke from the briar pipe drifts towards the withered tree; silence weeps to me, the roundabout beside Baker Street; on the arm of the armored knight, the iris badge glows faintly; the sound of an unmanned carriage, a midnight visit, evil under the Victorian moonlight; a bloody opening, a vanished pistol—" An hour later, Hai Jian's parents were shot dead in their home by me and Yan Wu, who had broken in. I left the revolver that killed them at the scene. After doing all this, we took the still unconscious Hai Jian back to Dongzhou. (To be continued) (Chapter 23) I sat by the bed, watching my mother slowly wake up, her body limp. Her black eyes, frozen with too much emotion, too much vicissitude, after a moment of daze, gazed at me with half sorrow and half worry. It was around 7:30 in the morning. After a night of killing, bloodshed, lust, resentment, and cruelty, I felt no longer any violent emotions. The boundless killing intent in my chest had vanished without a trace, drifting away with a sigh. The look in her eyes revealed a hollow, weary exhaustion. But this did not mean I had retreated; it was merely a physical feeling. My resolve remained unchanged. The journey home was fraught with danger but ultimately safe. Due to the series of major and sudden incidents that had occurred in a short period, the unprepared Dongzhou police, after nearly twenty hours of helplessness, finally began to act efficiently under the command and coordination of the provincial joint task force. In just one night, they not only set up roadblocks and checkpoints at various highway intersections and major traffic arteries to check passing vehicles, but also thoroughly investigated and cleaned up the various mixed and chaotic places in Dongzhou city, such as underground casinos, brothels, small hotels, and temporary housing, like combing through a well. A large number of members of violent gangs, thugs, gamblers, drug addicts, prostitutes, and their clients suffered this undeserved calamity and were arrested.

Of course, all of this was within Yanwu's expectations. So, she divided the return journey into two phases. First, she avoided highways, driving on ordinary roads instead; she did the same when going to my hometown county. Second

, upon reaching the furthest suburban county, over forty kilometers from Dongzhou city, she abandoned the car on the roadside and cleaned up any signs of use. Then, she carried the unconscious Haijian on her back, and I carried the remaining equipment from the previous night, driving nearly a kilometer to a roadside bus stop where we boarded the early morning intercity bus heading into Dongzhou city.

Upon entering the city, we witnessed the scene described above. Dawn was breaking, and accompanied by the bright, ever-flashing lights of police cars, the police, busy all night, were still working tirelessly. Traffic police set up checkpoints, patrol officers patrolled the city in numerous police cars, and a large number of criminal investigators, with the assistance of armed police, entered and exited various suspected locations, taking those they believed to be suspects into vehicles and escorting them to the police station. The entire city began a new day in this solemn and somber atmosphere—"Son, stop!" My mother's soft call interrupted my thoughts. Composing myself, I refocused my gaze on her.

Her face was bare, her expression haggard, her brows furrowed, her lips tightly pressed together, her delicate hands clasped; her slightly moist eyes revealed self-reproach, guilt, worry, and pleading.

"This is all something someone like you shouldn't be doing." Her eyes remained fixed on my face. "Mom understands that everything you did was for me, your mother. I'm grateful to you from the bottom of my heart! But you, how could you kill someone? Don't you know it's illegal?" "Do you know what we did last night?" I stared intently into her complex gaze, my words calm yet tinged with curiosity.

She gave a bitter smile, the sorrow in her eyes particularly evident. "I saw that girl named Yanwu hand the milk tea to Haijian; I also guessed that you were trying to do something behind my back. But I didn't know what to do at the time. Perhaps I was running away. So, that's why I pretended not to know and drank that milk tea."

As she spoke, she seemed to fall into reminiscence of the past, a faint self-mockery appearing on her unadorned face. She continued softly, her voice gentle and melodious, "Since my divorce from your father, I've made one mistake after another. One mistake after another seems to not only hold me back, preventing me from escaping or leaving, but it also hurts you. Perhaps in your heart, I'm no longer a good mother. But don't forget, no matter what, I will always be your mother. You are my only child. Providing you with ample material comforts, allowing you to grow up without worries, marry, have children, and establish a career—that's what I've always strived for. I've told you before that I don't want anything to happen to you. All the problems, all the hardships, I've borne alone. But you—" "But my mistakes are too deep, too difficult to reverse," I murmured slowly.

"It's not too late to stop now." Her face, tinged with a hint of sadness, leaned closer and squeezed my hand. "Mom admits, when it comes to matters of the heart, I... I sometimes can't control myself. But most of the time, they're the ones who push me to that point! You have to understand Mom, I'm begging you! Release Haijian, and stop doing bad things. I'll leave the country with you and that Yanwu, we can go anywhere!" "Will it be that easy?" I said softly. "Where will we live if we don't have money abroad? If it's an English-speaking country, I can communicate with people. But what about you? And what will you do abroad without money? Go to work? You know, we won't have legal status at first. You don't speak any foreign languages, how can you work?" Speaking to my mother like this showed that I was now discussing the issue on an equal footing with her. I was

no longer the cowardly child I used to be.

Perhaps, this change had already begun.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Seeing that I wouldn't listen to her advice and still seemed to be arguing. Her expression dimmed again, and the soft hand that had been gripping mine withdrew as she asked the question.

"It's simple," I said, touching my nose. "Stay here with Haijian and don't go outside. Everything you need is here, and Yanwu has already brought some of your clothes. We'll leave after we've done what we need to do." "You want to kill more people?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Whoever touched you, I'll kill them. Until there are none left." My tone was calm, but every word was sharp.

"Including Haijian and Xia Tianhong? Are you really crazy? What good will killing them all do you?!" she blurted out, staring intently at me.

"Yes," I replied with a smile. But a storm raged within me again. Since she was still pleading for those people, I had no reason to listen to her. Everyone who needed to be eliminated, without exception.

I'm an adult now; your methods don't work on me. Besides, you forced me into this, Mom.

A peaceful, uneventful life. " To hell with it!"

These were the words I told myself deep down.

"Let Haijian and Xia Tianhong go. I don't care about the others, consider this my final concession. Okay?" she said stubbornly, clearly hoping to persuade me with this compromise.

"We'll see!" I rubbed my temples, then got up and pointed to the soy milk and steamed buns on the bedside table. "Just bought them, eat them while they're hot. If you're bored, watch TV or read magazines. Haijian is sleeping in the next room. When he wakes up, you can find out from him what I did last night." After saying that, I turned around without looking at her again, left the house, and left the apartment.

I went downstairs to the door of another apartment, took out my key, opened the door, and went inside. Of course, this apartment was also prepared for me by the murderer in advance, just one floor away from the one above. That is to say, my mother and Haijian were right above me.

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows. Heh!" I muttered to myself softly, then shook my head and entered one of the bedrooms.

"The plane tickets are booked. It's at 9:00 AM the day after tomorrow, flying from your hometown's provincial capital airport to Paris. I've also booked a hotel room there, and someone will accompany him sightseeing. The tickets and passport should be in your father's hands this afternoon." As soon as I entered the bedroom, Yanwu, holding a black satellite phone with a cylindrical antenna, spoke to me.

"Oh, I'll call him now." As I spoke, I took out my phone and started pressing buttons.

My father has always been a kind and honest man. Besides his love of mahjong, he has no other vices. Since his divorce from my mother and subsequent remarriage, he has always lived a peaceful and tranquil life.

In other words, in my mind, he is the only innocent person in this incident.

I can't control the negative impact my actions will have on him if they are exposed. So, after much consideration, I finally asked Yanwu this morning to use her powerful connections to safely send my father abroad. As for the woman he remarried—"Who cares! She's just a complete stranger." I thought to myself as I listened to the phone's successful connection notification.

"Hello! Dad, yes, it's me. I'm feeling alright. Oh, my phone got stolen, yeah, I got a new one. There's this—

yes, it's about going to Paris for a trip. It's almost National Day—

it's okay, you're a deputy director there, after all! I have friends there who've made all the arrangements, no problem—just

relax and have fun, they'll cover the expenses—

he and I are good friends, you can go alone—just

you, yes, just you alone, one plane ticket. I have a school event to attend during National Day, I'll meet up with you in a couple of days. I can get the ticket and passport this afternoon, yes, they'll be mailed over—"

"Hmm, hmm, you remembered the time and place? Okay, I'll hang up now, see you in Paris!" "Phew!" I breathed a sigh of relief after ending the call. After calming down a bit, I looked at Yanwu, who was now sitting in front of a laptop, and said gratefully, "Thanks." "I have a few pieces of news, do you want to hear them?" she said calmly, her back to me.

I walked over to her, looked at the nine-grid surveillance footage on the computer screen, and whispered, "Is there good news and bad news?" The surveillance footage was none other than a live view of all the rooms in the apartment upstairs where my mother was currently living. Including the bathroom, kitchen, and other areas. Of course, the surveillance cameras and equipment were all prepared by the murderer beforehand.

She nodded slightly. "Lu Guoqiang on Qianshan Island has already arranged a boat. It will depart from Naha Port in Okinawa at 3 PM on October 2nd. If all goes well, it should arrive in the waters off Qianshan Island at 1 AM on the 3rd." "Won't the coast guard intercept them? Didn't those police officers work all night and figure out the close connection between Lu Guoqiang and Shi Jiaran, or their current hiding place?" I asked, puzzled and full of curiosity.

"That's the second piece of news I wanted to share." She leaned back in her chair, twirling strands of her long, glossy black hair with her fingers. "My inside source told me that there's a division within the task force. Most members advocate focusing their efforts on the case of Mei Shaoen's murder. As for Shi Jiaran and Lü Guoqiang, who is connected to him, they're adopting a so-called 'long-term strategy to catch a big fish'." "

Heh, that's not surprising." I stretched and continued, "Once Shi and Lü are arrested, will those who have good relationships with them and attended group sex parties be able to sit still? You know, what happened to the video the murderer uploaded yesterday? It's all been censored today. Coupled with the internal division within the task force you mentioned, all of this proves that the 'protective umbrella' behind Shi and Lü is starting to exert its influence." "Once they're gone, those bureaucrats involved can continue to enjoy their 'peaceful and carefree' lives." She uttered softly, revealing the secret in one sentence.

"Absolutely right!" I snapped my fingers. "Actually, they don't need to do much. Just hold on for these few days, and once Shi Lü leaves, everything will be peaceful. They might even turn against him, expose the true and ugly face of that hypocritical painter, and at the same time, deeply reflect on their mistakes of being used by the Party organization and request disciplinary action.

After all, lifestyle issues aren't a matter of principle! Hahaha!" Yan Wu, who was resting her chin on her hands at the computer desk, turned around after hearing my laughter, stared at me, and smiled gently. She said, "I've noticed that you see these things very clearly." "It's nothing serious. What the country needs now is stability and harmony, from the central government to local governments. Especially in Dongzhou, an economically developed region, how can the economy develop if there's instability and constant trouble? So, if the higher-ups haven't really given orders..." "If we're determined, Dongzhou won't be able to turn the world upside down. Things will continue as they are. The tricks we've played will only have an impact for the next few days, and then—" I looked at her and suddenly laughed. "Hehe, look at how I'm showing off. I feel like I'm wielding my sword in front of Guan Yu."

She smiled back, her expression very sincere. "I know it's because of the intelligence and organizational background behind me. You're different. You were able to glean so much from me and then analyze the current situation. That already proves your intelligence." "Moreover," she pointed to my chest and continued, "judging from your performance last night, you have a heart almost like a wolf's. Ruthless, calm, persistent, resilient—I've never seen these qualities in a twenty-year-old man before, not even at that age myself. Except, except for him, you're the second one."

"Huh?" I was a little surprised, then I understood. She shook her head, then chuckled wickedly, "Wolves eat meat, dogs eat shit. Some people, some things, have molded me into this. It's truly helpless!" After saying this, I seemed to have thought of something, so I asked her again, "Didn't you say there were good and bad news? The first two didn't seem to be very favorable to either of us. I guess the good news should be in the third one?" She nodded, smiling broadly, "In fact, the third piece of news is related to the first. Lu Guoqiang definitely didn't expect that the ship that departed from Naha Port had already been controlled by my people!"

The extent of this favorable news caught me off guard. I was stunned for a while before sighing, "I've also noticed. This time, Lu Guoqiang and Shi Jiaran are really going to be played to death by you." "Not just me." She pointed at me again and chuckled softly, "And you too!" At this moment, I went to the window and pulled back the tightly closed curtains.

Instantly, the warm sunlight that I hadn't seen for several days streamed in from outside, spreading across the floor. The once chilly room suddenly filled with warmth. I stood there, quietly feeling the sunlight bathe my entire body, that comfortable feeling, along with a brief, warm feeling—"Besides him, you are the second." Her words from earlier still lingered in my mind.

"Can you answer my question?" After a long while, I turned around. My eyes shone brightly as I looked at Yanwu. "Tell me why you've become like this, okay?" "Can I not tell you?" She also looked up, looking directly at me. Her usually aloof, intimidating eyes were now filled with tenderness. But that wasn't the main thing. What truly made my heart tremble was those black eyes, filled with countless emotions and countless memories, gazing at me so deeply, as if wanting to watch over me in that way forever.

In that instant of eye contact, I seemed to understand why she was helping me so unreservedly, even with such effort.

Gradually, I approached her and said softly, "But I want to hear. Whether it's happy or sad." She didn't speak immediately. Instead, she looked up blankly, staring at the ceiling. Her eyes were melancholy and deep.

"I once loved a boy," she finally uttered a few minutes later.

I leaned against the computer desk and began to listen attentively to her story.

"It happened a long time ago," she said softly, almost a whisper. "The boy was only seventeen, a year younger than me. We were both Chinese, and we were both receiving formal military training in the same private training camp. He was intelligent, ambitious, and driven. But he was always very good to me. At that time, I was actually quite timid and cowardly. Being trained there wasn't my own choice, so I always resisted. If it weren't for him being there for me and encouraging me, I might have died there long ago." "

And so, we spent more than half a year together in that camp filled with intrigue, death, bloodshed, and cruelty. Just when I had fallen deeply in love with him—" At this point, I clearly saw a change in her eyes. Sorrow, resentment, pain; these emotions were all present in her pupils at that moment.

"One night, I was gang-raped by three men from Russia, who were also there for training!" These words made my eyes widen instantly. Her next words echoed in my ears.

“Those three guys had harbored ill intentions towards me for a long time. But because he had always stayed by my side, they never took action. Until that evening, when he performed exceptionally well and was sent out by the training camp supervisor to participate in a special operation, those three finally attacked me—” She closed her eyes, seemingly trying to hide her obvious sadness.

“And then? Did he avenge you when he came back?” I asked softly after a while.

“Avenge?” She opened her eyes, her voice bitter, but her face was still radiant and captivating. “He didn’t come back. In fact, I didn’t learn until I left the training camp that the helicopter he was in was attacked by enemy man-portable air-defense systems when it flew over the mission area that night. The plane exploded in mid-air, and he, along with two other trainees who participated in the operation, the operation commander, and the pilot, all five of them perished.” I didn’t interrupt, but continued to listen to her almost soliloquy recounting her past and lamenting.

"His absence terrifies me. Life in the training camp is getting increasingly unbearable. Those three Russians, ever since that night, have used every means to humiliate and rape me. I couldn't endure the abuse and tried to fight back. But, let alone fighting three against one, even in a one-on-one fight, I'm no match for any of them."

"The instructors in the training camp don't interfere with these things. What they care about is whether you can become an excellent, ruthless, top-tier assassin or an elite mercenary. As for the rest, as long as you don't use firearms in private fights within the camp, it doesn't matter what you do. Your fellow campers? Ha! Everyone's only concerned with themselves. Who cares about a weakling, especially since this guy is just a yellow-skinned Chinese?"

"The three of them would torture me even more brutally whenever I resisted. But they wouldn't kill me; they always left me with my last breath. Not only that, they also ordered me to do this and that for them every day. Faced with this, I didn't despair. Instead, I silently endured it while sincerely learning any skills I could learn in the camp. Because I always had one belief: to live! As long as I could leave the training camp alive, I could see him again, and ask him to his face, 'Why? Why haven't you come back for so long?' And then, I would ask him to come with me and help me kill those three Russian thugs." "

A year later, I finally left the camp after finishing my training. A few days later, I finally learned the cruel reality that made me collapse on the spot. He died without a trace, not even a grave. I felt even more pathetic. I had endured so much humiliation for so long, and this was the end result?" "Six months later, I entered Russia. After careful planning, I finally sent those three guys who brought me endless humiliation, along with their parents, girlfriends, and relatives; a total of twenty-six people, to hell."

"After taking my revenge, I went to Thailand and had surgery there. After recuperating for three months, I joined Flying Fox. I followed the veterans, traveling far and wide, fighting in Afghanistan, Iraq, Myanmar, Somalia, Sudan, Sri Lanka, Congo, Ivory Coast, and Colombia. My footprints are left in all these countries. Similarly, my hands are stained with blood, and my heart is mired in boundless darkness. I understand the principle of 'He who kills will be killed,' but I no longer want to stop. Imagine, would someone who has witnessed so much intrigue, cruelty, and bloodshed easily put down their hands?" "Weapons in the game?

All these years I haven't learned anything except that to survive, you have to be better at disguising and hiding than others; to protect yourself, you can use any means necessary, without hesitation or pity for anyone you consider an enemy." "It seems so." Sensing the somewhat heavy atmosphere, I tried to lighten the mood by jokingly saying, "It seems you're not that much older than me? Why do you seem like an old man who's experienced many vicissitudes and now understands the true meaning of life?" She laughed, a relaxed laugh, as if a long-held burden had been lifted from her heart. Her eyes were more tender and captivating than ever before, and her words carried a hint of retort: "My actual age is six years older than yours!"

"Oh, I see!" I scratched my head, then asked her curiously, "Does he look somewhat like me?" She nodded, then shook her head, explaining, "Not in appearance, you and he don't look alike at all. But your methods and your resolute mentality are almost identical to his. During our first month at training camp, the instructors took our group of new recruits to the execution ground to execute death row inmates.

You should understand, the first time is always the biggest test of a person's courage. All the new recruits were terrified. Several, including myself, simply couldn't face the death row inmates kneeling and struggling on the ground. Only he, without the slightest hesitation or fear, was the first to step forward, press the gun against the head of the death row inmate in front of him, release the safety, pull the bolt, and pull the trigger; he did all these actions in one smooth motion, without any pause. That's why the instructors admired him so much; otherwise, he wouldn't have participated in that operation that led to his death." I smiled bitterly and turned to look out the window. My heart, however, was churning with emotions like a boiling river.

Some loves are destined to be mocked by fate.

I used to be timid and cowardly; now, because of that unrequited love, I've transformed into a bloodthirsty, cruel, cold-blooded killer.

Yanwu was also once weak; for that love, she ended up—I suddenly remembered a brilliant, yet somewhat heavy, proposition.

Is money the boundary of love? Is status the boundary of love? Is age the boundary of love? Is race or skin color the boundary of love? Perhaps the answer to all these questions is no. Then, is gender the boundary of love?

And, can such love exist between a mother and child? (To be continued) 04-10
(Chapter Twenty-Four)

"Good! Very good, very good! You, He Jun, finally did it!" The above message appeared in the QQ chat window on my laptop screen. Looking at it, I felt neither joy nor frustration. Her fingers flew across the keyboard: "Mr. Murderer, there's no need to praise me like that. In this drama, no one can know what the ending will be until the very end. Just because things are good now doesn't mean they will be good in the end." After ending her conversation with Yanwu, she left the apartment and went to another place to retrieve some of the weapons and equipment she had hidden. I stayed behind, casually observing my mother and Haijian upstairs while updating the murderer on the latest situation via QQ and chatting with him.

"You're right," the serial killer replied. "This whole thing has veered off course from my original plan. I only want what I want; the rest, let it be!" "Plans can never keep up with changes," I continued typing. "You misjudged Zhao Wuyan and Yan Wu's identities. Those three things you had me do back then, it seems, weren't very effective.

If everyone had cooperated openly earlier, things might have been resolved. But now—besides, will the person you planted next to Lü Guoqiang and Shi Jiaran play a role in the end? I think you're not sure yourself now, are you?" After typing this, I grinned, a mysterious smile spreading across my face. His hands were still on the keyboard—

several minutes later, he sent his reply: "In the rush, that was all I could do. How could I have known Yanwu's true identity beforehand? If she hadn't revealed herself, how could you have known everything? As for the woman you mentioned—everyone knows that threats and intimidation can't make someone work wholeheartedly for you. Only profit, huge profit, can drive someone to risk their life for you. At the time, that's all I considered, so I devised that plan. Now that I think about it, I got the priorities backwards."

"How can empty promises and bribes win someone's heart? Some people aren't as easy to deal with as they seem. Do you think you can make that person completely obey you and willingly become your pawn with drugs and bedroom tricks? Don't forget, outsmarting people is something we Chinese are particularly good at. Temporary submission doesn't mean permanent submission. Besides, those tempting benefits you're offering are in the hands of the two people that person is currently following.

Will they continue to risk their lives to monitor them for you, ultimately gaining that meager sum of money; or will they choose to betray you, try their best to gain their forgiveness, and then help them deceive you?" "To lure you in. I think a smart person would choose the latter in this situation!" Before he could reply, I continued typing in the chat box: "Humans have an instinct to avoid danger. Neither of

us can deny that. That person isn't a professional spy; they can't continue to serve you in a situation where their own life is in danger. They'll betray you. Heh, if that hasn't happened yet, don't be glad. I believe it will happen soon." "And you? Aren't you afraid that the people around you now might betray you?" The killer quickly replied with this question.

Seeing this, I smiled, then half-closed my eyes and slowly approached the computer screen, as if he were right in front of me, and said in a low voice: "The old me is long dead. Now I'm the same as you. Just

because you're not afraid doesn't mean I should be." As I spoke, I typed the words into the chat box.

"Let's change the subject. Do you need me to take care of those remaining guys who used to have affairs with your mom?" Knowing my attitude, he asked me again.

"You're not a superhero. No need, someone will handle it." After replying, I turned it off, brought up the nine-grid surveillance camera again, and silently watched the situation upstairs.

One of the frames on the screen showed my mom and Haijian. It was the secondary bedroom next to the master bedroom. Haijian, who had already woken up, saw my mom sitting quietly by the bed and, quite distraught, hugged her tightly. He looked like someone who had just woken from a nightmare, panicked and helpless, suddenly finding a lifeline.

My mom, wearing a dark green long-sleeved knit sweater and beige casual pants, without makeup and with a bare face, didn't resist Haijian's embrace at all. She even raised her right hand and gently stroked the back of his head, trying to comfort him.

Seeing this, I leaned back lazily in my chair, took out the energy-boosting gum Yanwu had given me—the kind used by the US Special Forces. I took a piece, popped it into my mouth, and chewed with my eyes closed. After a sleepless night, my somewhat heavy brain regained its usual ease, and I leaned closer to the screen, propping my stubble-covered chin with one hand, continuing to watch the scene with interest.

By this time, Haijian's mood had improved slightly. But perhaps still very uneasy, he moved away from my mother's body, leaning against the headboard, head bowed, silent. My mother took the breakfast I had given her that morning and handed it to Haijian, muttering something—presumably something to make him eat something so he wouldn't go hungry.

"Heh, you're really good to him! Not only do you comfort him, but you also skip breakfast yourself, leaving it all for him. I don't think I, as his son, have ever received such treatment many times," I muttered to myself as I lit a cigarette. Between puffs of smoke, his eyes and brows twitched incessantly.

On the screen, Haijian, persuaded by my mother, finally accepted the small breakfast and began to eat mechanically and listlessly. My mother watched him finish, occasionally handing him tissues or brushing food crumbs from his clothes.

After he finished eating, my mother began to question him. I couldn't hear her, but judging from Haijian's increasingly drooping head and the way his legs gradually pulled towards his chest, she was definitely asking him what we had done the night before.

"When a person's fear reaches a critical point, it usually transforms into one of two things. One is to shut down their inner self, isolate themselves from the outside world, and completely become a mental patient; the other is to break through the awe of fear, bravely walk through it, conquer it, and from then on, nothing can frighten them." I stubbed out my cigarette, then exhaled the last puff of smoke from my mouth. White smoke billowed towards the screen, then scattered and vanished into nothingness.

"I've gone over there. What about you? You fat, orphan?" I stared intently at the screen, addressing Hai Jian, who was practically burying his head in his chest, and said each word carefully.

As I spoke, the door outside opened. Yan Wu's cool, slightly mocking voice reached my ears: "Rookie, bullying someone who's not even a pitiful wretch isn't our style." "Heh! I was just speaking my mind, no need to criticize me like that, right?" I turned to look at her standing by the door.

Just as I turned, with a "whoosh," a black object flew in front of me in the blink of an eye. I caught it, and upon closer inspection, I realized Yan Wu had thrown me a Colt M2000 pistol.

"This pistol fires 9mm Parabellum rounds. It has a total length of 190.5mm, weighs approximately 0.82kg, has a barrel length of 114.3mm, a magazine capacity of 15 rounds, and an effective range of 50 meters. Its features include:

First, high accuracy. It employs a rotating barrel unlocking system, where the barrel and slide lock together after firing, moving backward as a single unit. This reduces recoil and ensures consistent, high-accuracy firing.

Second, simple operation. The magazine catch can be pushed in both directions, suitable for both left

and right-handed use. Furthermore, patterns are engraved on the trigger guard and carrying handle, making it easier for the shooter to grip and aim. Third, high versatility. The barrel is interchangeable with a standard 11.43mm barrel without replacing other parts or requiring any special tools."

As I stroked the pistol, feeling the coldness of the metal casing... Yanwu put down her long suitcase and came to me while explaining the structure and performance of the M2000.

"Do me another favor," I said, placing the gun on the table and looking up at her. "I originally wanted to do it myself, but time and my rib injury don't allow it. Only you can do it for me." "I understand," she said, leaning against the computer desk, her fingers playing with her long hair again. "So, when do we start?"

"This afternoon," I said, zooming out the monitor on the computer and pulling up a document. Pointing to it, I continued to Yanwu, "The data and what I want are all written here. I've told you about these people before. How long do you think it will take?"

"I'll leave now and finish within twenty hours. You should take the time to heal your injury. Don't forget to apply the bone injury medicine I gave you; it's quite effective." Yanwu said after carefully reviewing the document.

"Aren't you going to rest? You haven't slept all night either," I asked with concern as she walked towards the door again.

She turned around, looking at me calmly for a moment. Then, she took a box of bullets and a spare magazine from her jacket pocket and tossed them to me. She then picked up her long suitcase and headed out.

"Mind your own business! I'm not that fragile." These words, along with the sound of her opening and closing the apartment door, reached my ears.

I shook my head with a wry smile, put away the ammunition and spare magazine, picked up the mouse, and zoomed in on the reduced surveillance footage.

"Huh?!" The instant I saw what was on the screen, my eyes narrowed to pinpoints, and my hand gripping the mouse tightened. The plastic mouse creaked and nearly shattered. In

less than a few minutes, my mother and Haijian, who had been sitting separately on the bed, were now embracing each other, lying on the bed. Not only that, their lips were touching, passionately and greedily sucking at each other.

They kissed and rolled around on the bed for a long time before finally separating. Only then did I finally see my mother's expression. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing rapid, and her watery, alluring eyes were filled with reproach, yet concealing a hint of tenderness.

She tried to get out of bed, but Haijian held her back, preventing her from moving. Haijian, who had acted as timid as a rabbit last night, was now like a beast in heat. He pounced on my mother, using his hands and mouth to roam over her neck, breasts, thighs, and slender waist, licking and caressing them. Soon, he even roughly stripped my mother of her clothes, leaving her only in a light blue bra and matching panties.

My mother panicked; she hadn't expected Haijian to do this. So she struggled incessantly while desperately trying to say something. Soon, her eyes filled with tears, but Haijian couldn't care less. He seemed to have lost his mind, consumed by lust. After unhooking her bra, he greedily bit my mother's nipples, his hands groping her body haphazardly. His right hand even slipped inside her panties, probing her full vulva.

Gradually, her strength gave out, and her body went limp. Her lips parted and closed, letting out a resigned moan. Her full, firm breasts heaved up and down, her eyes filled with a complex mix of shyness, resentment, and a hint of helplessness as she watched Haijian's relentless assault. She said nothing, simply gazing at him. At the same time, Haijian stopped, staring at her. But soon, he stripped off his own clothes, his naked, fleshy body pressing down on my mother.

My mother's reaction was exactly as I had predicted. She actually opened her arms to welcome Haijian. She looked like a mother accepting her child who had made a mistake, both tender and alluring. He buried his head in my mother's arms, enjoying the pleasure her warm body brought him. Instantly, the furrowed brow he had maintained when facing me last night relaxed, and a relaxed smile appeared on his lips. It was as if all the suffering before him had vanished, and he no longer had anything to worry about.

My mother stopped speaking, closed her eyes, and quietly waited for Haijian.

After a moment, he finally lowered his head and kissed my mother's sensual lips, instantly melting into her boundless tenderness. They silently and passionately savored each other, embracing tightly, as if afraid of losing one another.

Spitting out my chewing gum, my pupils closed even more tightly, the only remaining slit fixed on the two figures in the scene.

Haijian continued, greedily kissing my mother's cheeks and neck, as if the air there was filled with her fragrance. The passionate scent, the smooth, supple skin—all these qualities seemed to possess a magnetic pull, drawing his lips in and making them unable to leave. Soon, he was breathing heavily, his lower body hardening beneath his underwear. My mother merely let out a soft moan, pulling Haijian's head to her chest. In that instant, he was breathless from the sight of her full breasts, followed by an overwhelming pleasure.

Facing my mother's white, full breasts, Haijian kissed them again fiercely, sucking relentlessly. At this moment, my mother lay on her back on the bed, the white sheets contrasting with her flushed face and disheveled hair. Her upper body was completely naked, her full breasts trembling and erect, the dark purple nipples being teased.

A delicate light blue bra sat on the edge of the bed, and her matching panties had slipped down to her knees, the gentle movement of her legs seeming to exude a fragrant aroma, displaying and teasing Haijian.

He parted my mother's legs, pressing his already hard, short, thick penis against her vaginal opening. With a forceful thrust, the entire penis plunged into her honeypot.

My mother arched her back, allowing Haijian's penis to penetrate even deeper. She even actively wrapped her arms around his robust waist, twisting her still slender waist without any excess fat, coordinating with his thrusts. At that moment, I felt as if I had returned to that hot, wet, familiar place, my expression one of pure pleasure, reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Sensing Haijian's unrestrained lust, my mother also became deeply moved, her lips constantly kissing his ears and neck, while simultaneously using her fingers to skillfully caress and stimulate his perineum, rubbing back and forth. Her slender, jade-like fingers slithered like eels along his crotch. That silent tenderness, that deep affection and care, greatly aroused Haijian, and his penis, which was constantly moving in and out of her vagina, began to rise and fall wildly, without a trace of tenderness. My mother lay languidly beneath him, her labia tightening and loosening in response to his reciprocating penis.

They made love freely, as if abandoning all moral boundaries and the dangers of the situation. At that moment, there was no longer any trace of me, the disobedient son; no longer any trace of that terrifying night of murder; no longer any trace of her perplexing and sorrowful marriage; no longer any trace of his uncertain and confused future; no longer any trace of the bitterness that followed his self-destruction; no longer any trace of the panic that followed his deception. All the troubles and pains at this moment transformed into a surging, overwhelming desire. As hot as fire, as vast as the sea, it was released and enjoyed to its fullest extent. It was as if sex had become the only secret to their ultimate salvation.

"Are you doing this to gain temporary peace of mind?" I murmured to myself, my arms crossed over my chest, having already released the mouse.

The lewd and chaotic scene did not stop because of my voice. They rolled from one end of the bed to the other, constantly changing positions. One moment Haijian was on top, the next it was my mother. I noticed Haijian was incredibly persistent; although he was thrusting very hard, repeatedly reaching deep into my mother's honeypot, he showed no sign of ejaculating. He just kept frantically thrusting into her, never ejaculating. My mother's juices were flowing all over the bed at the same time.

Changing positions, they were like a real couple, experiencing the shameless and supreme pleasure between a man and a woman. Amidst the rolling, squatting, jumping, and spinning, Haijian's heavy breathing and my mother's soft moans filled the room. Although I couldn't hear them, I didn't need to; just one glance was enough to imagine how intense and passionate the scene upstairs was.

My mother, unable to contain her passion, was like someone on drugs, completely immersed in the paradise of sex, embracing Haijian and biting him incessantly, her delicate lips roaming over his chest. Perhaps to demonstrate her allure in bed, or for some other reason, she finally lay down between Haijian's legs, quickly wiped his penis a few times, and then took the glans into her mouth. Haijian immediately felt a jolt, moaning with pleasure, as if his penis was melting inside his mother's lips.

This exquisite sensation completely overwhelmed him, stimulating him to forget the world, as if his mother's lips were another vagina. Her tender, red tongue swirled and licked his sensitive glans, and she would occasionally raise her hazy, alluring eyes, gazing at him with boundless tenderness and wanton, seductive allure.

Haijian kneaded his mother's full breasts, watching her voluptuous body glisten beneath her, the lewd scene of his penis moving in and out of her mouth. He could only control himself for a moment before he could no longer endure it. His whole body trembled violently, his mouth wide open, as if he were both panting and trying to say something.

Seeing this, my mother quickly turned around, sat on top of him, and used her vagina to envelop his penis. She rapidly thrust her round, upturned buttocks downwards, slamming them down repeatedly. After several repetitions, her vaginal fluids gushed out, and her lower abdomen convulsed violently. Then, Haijian experienced an unparalleled burst of pleasure. The powerful ejaculation caused her thighs to tighten, her round, rosy face tilted back, and her body remained motionless.

The penis inside her continued to throb and ejaculate, and her lips parted wide, as if letting out a deep cry from the depths of her chest.

After a while, my mother, straddling Haijian, went limp. Her naked body rolled softly onto the bed, limbs outstretched. Lying there, she was immersed in the feeling of being thrown to the peak of pleasure, a feeling only she could experience, as if she had melted away. Her luscious red lips smacked like a fish, and her heavy breathing caused her full, firm breasts to rise and fall rhythmically. Hai Jian lay sprawled on his back like a dead dog with its spine removed. The two lay there quietly on the bed, motionless.

"Looks like I overlooked something." Looking at the two of them, now subdued on the screen, I rubbed my nose, my tone extremely cold and menacing: "When a person's fear reaches a critical point, there's a third reaction. That's venting, whether physical or psychological. Letting out all the negative emotions associated with fear, relaxing, and thus building up confidence to fight it."

"No matter what I do, you'll cling to my mother. You do your best, instinctively performing your kindness, your honesty, your helplessness to gain her sympathy and protection, making her dislike me even more. Isn't that right?" "They say the most despicable people are the honest ones. You're a perfect example! On one hand, you lavishly spend the money she earned by sacrificing her self-respect and selling her body; on the other hand, you're considerate, caring, and loving towards her, showing so-called true affection. Heh, what a pity, if you were a little better looking, you'd be an excellent gigolo."

"Show off your two-faced talent to the fullest! Only then will this drama be full of twists and turns, exciting and unexpected. And you'll continue to encounter terrifying scenes you'll never forget!" I uttered these words nervously. Then, I shifted my gaze to my mother lying next to Haijian.

"It seems we can no longer have that forbidden love, can we?" As I spoke, I reached out and carefully, extremely gently, even almost reverently, touched her sexy body appearing on the screen.

"That's true! How can a mother and son engage in such bestial intercourse? Ethics and morality, these things are like insurmountable mountains, weighing down on you and me, and on millions of people who harbor such deep-seated desires or inclinations. Few can truly take that step, right?" "

I've never explicitly told you about my illicit feelings for you. Now it seems that's the only mistake I've made in the past three years. Perhaps this is also an indirect reason why you're involved with those men in such an ambiguous and unclear way? If only I had said it sooner—" At this point, I withdrew my hand from the screen and closed my eyes. My remaining words were tinged with coldness.

"You and I, let's go our separate ways! Whether it's right or wrong, let others judge!" (To be continued)

(Chapter Twenty-Five)

Four hours later, at 2:20 PM. Having already eaten the high-energy tactical rations prepared by Yanwu, applied bone-injury ointment, and rested briefly, my mental state had greatly improved. I packed the necessary items into my backpack, picked it up, and left the apartment, heading upstairs to where my mother and Haijian lived.

After unlocking the door, I heard the "whoosh" of water from the showerhead coming from the bathroom in the corner of the living room. Peeking further in, I saw Haijian's two fleshy thighs stretched across the bed in the half-open secondary bedroom; his round, thick belly, covered by the blanket, rose and fell. At the same time, his mouth on his round face was half-open, with a glistening drop of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph! He's really sleeping soundly!" I sneered, and just as I was about to step into the secondary bedroom, the sound of water from the bathroom stopped. Along with it came my mother's slightly panicked question: "Who...who is it? Who?" "It's me, Mom." After replying, I abandoned the idea of entering the secondary bedroom first. I took two coin-sized, thin, transparent chips from my pocket and carefully attached them one by one to the inside of the shoes Haijian and my mother would wear when they went out. After finishing, I leisurely sat down on the leather chair in the living room, smoking and waiting for my mother to come out.

My mother didn't respond to my reply, remained silent for a moment, then turned on the shower again. Twenty minutes later, she finally finished showering, opened the bathroom door, and came out.

"Didn't you have lunch?" I asked, looking at her now that she had changed out of her morning clothes, with a dry towel wrapped around her head, a rosy complexion, and wearing a pink V-neck cotton shirt and pants.

Although I asked this, I knew perfectly well what was going on. They had cuddled and fallen asleep again after making love; how could they have had time to eat? So, this question was purely to avoid an awkward silence, to make conversation.

Perhaps it was because I was recalling the almost reckless, passionate lovemaking a few hours earlier. My mother hesitated for a moment, a fleeting blush creeping onto her moist face. But quickly, her brows furrowed again. She neither answered my question directly nor looked away from me.

"There's something in the kitchen. You can cook something if you're hungry." Seeing her attitude, I didn't ask any further. I pointed to the kitchen and continued smoking.

"Mom, please, don't touch Haijian. He was already traumatized enough last night. Don't torture him anymore, okay?" After a long silence, she finally broke the silence, pleading softly for Haijian.

I glanced at her, still standing opposite me. He then stomped out the cigarette butt and asked her, "Did he tell you? A lot of people died last night?"

"Yes." Her expression gradually turned sorrowful, and her eyes filled with tears as she looked at me. "He just told me that he might never forget what happened last night. You, you and that Yanwu, how could you be so cruel?! So heartless?! So reckless?! Yes, that Chen Kai is no good, and I hate him just like you do. But what you did makes you even worse than him? A whole family of three, along with that innocent nanny, you just killed them. Counting Chen Kai's friends, that's fourteen lives. Think about it carefully, if the police caught you, would you still be alive?!"

"Heh! Wrong, he doesn't know yet, you also have to include his parents." I lowered my head, thinking maliciously to myself.

My mother didn't have mind-reading abilities; she couldn't know my true thoughts and remained immersed in resentment and confusion. Her tone grew increasingly heavy and shrill: "Does being hurt mean you have to retaliate with violence, even murder?! Would everyone still need the law then? If he hits you today, and you kill him tomorrow, what would society become? Wouldn't it be chaos? Don't forget, you're an educated person, not a thug, and certainly not an executioner! If I had known this, I would never have drunk that milk tea yesterday evening. I would have stopped you even if it meant death!"

"Then what am I supposed to do? Just watch you sleep with one man after another? Do nothing? After they're done with you, I'll shamelessly say to them, 'Heh, thanks! Please continue next time!'" I coldly uttered these words, my eyes fixed on her at the same moment.

"You—bastard!" My mother was instantly enraged. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and crystal tears seeped from the corners of her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. The dry towel that was originally wrapped around her head was also pulled off by her, and she tightly wrapped and straightened it. I could even vaguely hear the "ripping" sound of the towel's surface fibers being gradually torn apart because of her excessive force.

"Am I wrong?" Looking at her disheveled, furious, and terrifying appearance, I remained completely calm, undisturbed, and showed not a trace of remorse. "Now, I can admit it to you without hesitation. Ever since I caught you having an affair with Xia Tianhong, I've been watching and following you and him.

As for Chen Kai, needless to say, we both know. When you went to Ningzhou to sell insurance, I also saw you with your boss, Qian Mingyuan. Besides, you should remember Aunt Fan Jinyan, right? And you shouldn't be unaware of Jiang Zihui, the boss of Mingda Shipping, right? That summer, we went to a seafood stall by the sea and met her and Jiang Zihui with two other men. Later, she dragged you to accompany those three guys. What happened between the five of you at Jiang Zihui's company, do I need to explain?"

"You, you, you, you—" Her expression shifted from grief and indignation to shock, her pupils widening in disbelief. Her face paled, and her body swayed precariously like a lotus leaf in the wind.

Although she said that, having already started the conversation, I didn't hesitate any longer and continued, "You think I don't understand why you wanted to come back to the county town with me? It's a fact that Jiang Zihui's wife found out about you and you even got slapped by her, right? You were afraid she wouldn't let it go and would continue to seek revenge. That's the real reason you went back to the county town. I even thought you'd changed your ways and wanted to start a new life—" "Oh, and Wu Zhongfa, the one in the infrastructure business. You know, I was in the restaurant of the Yuegang Hotel at the time. I know everything about your conversation with him in the corridor and what happened afterward. A 1.5 million yuan insurance policy, a 30% commission. Heh, if you hadn't made that money, how would you have gotten the money to buy the used car, buy me the Tianling watch, and then open the children's clothing store back in the county town? Three days! You traded three days for that!"

"You've been to so many places: Xia Tianhong's residence, company office, hotel, the high-pressure water room on the roof of his house, your former restaurant office, car, cinema, coffee shop, alleyways near your home, the ruins of the school-run factory at my high school, your grandmother's house, public toilets, internet cafe private rooms, residential buildings near the school, the manager's office of the Yuegang Hotel, the garage of your rented apartment, the restroom in the insurance company, wild fields, overgrown weeds, and dark, desolate areas; think about what you did with them in all those places."

"As for Lü Guoqiang, yes, you've started to hate him now. But what about ten days ago? That damned Richard had already explained some of Lü Guoqiang's background and true character to you. But why do you still want to win him back? Even cooperate with Richard? Please don't tell me it's for the safety of my child and me. That's only one reason. The most important reason, I think, is that his vast wealth attracted you and made you tempted."

"Money is a wonderful thing! That murderer schemed to get it; Lü Guoqiang went to great lengths to keep it; even the deceased Richard tried to possess it. And you? You think the same way they do, don't you? Yes! Lü Guoqiang doesn't squander money casually; he doesn't even own a luxury car or a high-end watch. He's incredibly low-key, so low-key that even his new wife doesn't know he's actually a billionaire with assets worth over a billion. When you find out, what will you choose? Of course, you'll be very surprised, and then greed will follow—utter greed."

"However, I can understand that. Think about it, before, you sold your dignity and body for only tens of thousands, or at most hundreds of thousands, in return. This time, you suddenly realized that your first love and current husband was a hidden gem. I wouldn't let him go so easily either, would I? Even if he married you for ulterior motives, or he's still entangled with his female student. In any case, more than ten years ago, you must have thought: stick with him with all your might to save my life and at the same time win back your relationship with him. Doing so would lay a solid foundation for you to take his assets in the future."

"Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. You underestimated his intelligence and methods. How could such a low-key and patient man be fooled by your petty schemes? He used words or vague emotions, along with a little money, to gain your trust again, and then threw out the condition that my safety was at stake, forcing you to agree to go with that Police Chief Mei. He then disposed of everything, took his men, and left. Isn't that exactly what I described?"

"I admit, it's not easy for a woman to survive in today's male-dominated society. There are just too many examples of women selling themselves. I'm not saying all this to insult you. Really, no matter what, we are blood relatives, mother and child. I remember telling you before that in this bustling, busy, and desire-filled society, everyone, including you and me, lives so authentically. What we want to do and what we don't want to do are choices in our hearts. Different people will make what they believe is the right choice based on their own circumstances, and of course, different people will also have different opinions on what they believe is the right choice. Who you want to be with, who you want to sleep with, is ultimately your own business, and I have no right to interfere. But now I want to add one more thing to you: Don't let your selling yourself seem so cheap!"

"You told me this morning that you keep making mistakes. But in my opinion, these aren't mistakes. They're just subconscious choices you make deep down. Humans have emotions and desires; denying their existence is illogical. Besides, most women are vain and materialistic, and this is quite evident in you. Putting aside your relationship with Dad, let's put it another way: if Dad were a billionaire or a high-ranking official, would you divorce him? Even if he insisted, wouldn't you hold on tight?" "

And what about the men you've slept with? Besides Hai Jian, who among them is from the bottom of society?

Xia Tianhong is an elite white-collar worker, Chen Kai's father is a local official, Qian Mingyuan was your boss at the time, directly holding your life and death in his hands; Wu Zhongfa is a nouveau riche, Jiang Zihui owns his own company, Richard is a tall, handsome foreign man, plus celebrities and high-ranking officials like Lü Guoqiang and Mei Shaoen. Tell me, if they were poor, powerless, and useless, would you have done that?"

"Perhaps you still think that everything you've done is for me. I agree with that, but ask yourself honestly, do you think I'll be happy doing this? Money is indeed very important, and it's normal to sell yourself for it. But don't forget, as a human being, you absolutely cannot sell yourself for your entire life. What will you do when you're old and no longer as mature and beautiful as you are now?"

"One cannot be too greedy. Wanting a husband who is wealthy, gentle, and caring; simultaneously hoping for successful children who are filial, a successful career, and eternal youth—such a perfect life doesn't exist in reality. Your first half of life was spent dreaming of such happiness, but your father wasn't the kind of partner who could completely satisfy you. He was just an ordinary civil servant, earning little and unlikely to be promoted; when you were laid off due to organizational restructuring, he couldn't pull any strings to help you. Forced to open a restaurant to supplement your income, you, with your dreamy nature, lack of confidence, and possessing most of the negative traits of women, how could you possibly be attracted to him? So when he developed a hidden illness and couldn't fulfill his duties as a husband, you slowly began to look outside your marriage, and thus began the chaotic life of the past three years."

"Lust, love, money, sex; you want all of these things, so your subconscious mind constantly influences your thoughts and actions. Over time, you've become so immersed in these things that you've developed a tendency towards self-exile. In my opinion, everything you've said is for my sake, and it's all gradually derived from this subconscious mind, transforming into your most self-righteous conclusion, isn't it?"

"Nothing in this world is static. Family, friendship, and love can change because of all sorts of things. Relationships between people are actually very subtle and fickle; too much time together leads to boredom; too much distance leads to longing. We can never guess how our relationships will be next. For example, Haijian, when did you and he start dating, and how will things develop in the future? I have no idea. I only know that you like him now, even love him. You went to great lengths to beg me to let him go. Haha, but I remember this morning, besides him, you also asked me to let go of another man you had a relationship with—Xia Tianhong. How come, only a few hours later, you're only concerned with protecting Haijian and ignoring Xia Tianhong? You see, isn't that a change?"

"Alright, I've said enough. You should have plenty to think about. If you think what I said makes sense, then reflect on your actions over the past three years. If you don't, then—just consider it me spouting nonsense."

After finishing these deeply meaningful, piercing words, I leaned back in my chair, letting out a long breath, and stared expressionlessly at my mother, who was now weeping with her face covered. Her shoulders were shaking, and a mournful, heart-wrenching cry escaped her throat, like the lament of a nightingale or the sobbing of a cuckoo. Hot tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the towel that had fallen in front of her.

"Ah Jun, how could you, how could you say that to Auntie!" Just as I adjusted my posture and reached for a cigarette, Hai Jian's question came from behind me, his voice filled with fear yet also with indignation.

With a faint smile, I glanced at him, then turned back, lit a cigarette, and casually exhaled a smoke ring. "You heard everything? Heh, it's alright, some things are better left unsaid." He had already put on his pants, but his upper body was still bare. He didn't reply, but instead went to my mother and put his hand on her shoulder. "Auntie, no matter who you've been with, I will never change my heart towards you! It was like that before, it's like that now, and it will be like that in the future!" Hearing his deeply affectionate confession, I curled my lips into a silent, cold laugh, as if I had heard something very amusing.

"Haijian, I—he—waaaah—" My mother, her face streaked with tears, looked up at him, her words choked with sobs, before throwing herself into his arms and continuing to wail pitifully.

"Mom, I promise you. Haijian, please don't worry again. As long as you stay with me and Yanwu and don't have any ulterior motives, I won't shoot you. The conditions I told you yesterday afternoon still stand. Also, you two can do whatever you want with each other."

After saying this, I stood up, picked up my backpack, and walked to the apartment door. Then I looked at the two of them embracing again and said, "After you've comforted my mom, please get dressed. We're going somewhere." He turned to me, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded in agreement. Having received a response, I naturally didn't linger. I opened the door, left the apartment, and went downstairs, smoking as I waited.

Half an hour later, he finally stood in front of me, fully dressed.

"How is she?" Upon seeing him, I threw away the third cigarette I had smoked while waiting and asked calmly.

"I ate some chocolate and am lying in bed now," he replied sternly, clenching his fists but releasing them in the blink of an eye.

"Want to hit me?" I raised an eyebrow, a mocking glint in my eye, and chuckled meaningfully. "Don't worry, my mom won't do anything as foolish as suicide. While she has many of the flaws typical of women, she also possesses a universally held virtue: when disaster or hardship strikes, women often demonstrate greater composure, resilience, and adaptability to life's changes than men, and are more capable of unleashing potential beyond human limits. In simpler terms, women understand the meaning of 'better to live a miserable life than to die' better than men."

"You're inhuman! No son would say such a thing to his mother!" Perhaps it was my attitude that angered him. He clenched his fist again, gritting his teeth, his chubby cheeks rippled with flesh. "The law can't even govern matters of love between men and women anymore. You should respect her choice. We truly love each other, it's not some illicit affair! I've loved her since I was little, and I wish she were my mother! Do you understand this feeling? Do you understand?!"

He spoke so vehemently, grabbing my arm and angrily adding, spitting as he continued, "Yes, I stole the money she left you! But I was bewitched. Everyone makes mistakes, right? You can't use this one stain on my record to torture me! Like you just said, one shouldn't be too greedy. I'm not greedy at all. I just want to eat a little better, use a little better, dress a little better, and be with the woman I love. Tell me, am I greedy?!" I didn't answer, still wearing an unfathomable smile, silently meeting his gaze.

"I know about Auntie's affairs with those men too." Seeing my reaction, his grip on my arm gradually loosened. His face was droopy, utterly dejected. "You can be so heartless as to take revenge on them. Don't I want to? But I have parents, and so many relatives. If something happens to me, will my parents still be able to hold their heads high in that big family?"

"Heh." I finally laughed out loud, shrugged, and broke free from his grip. I calmly replied, "You were involved in almost everything last night. Once you're on that pirate ship, it's not easy to get off!" "Pervert!" He mumbled to me, his face dark and his expression complex. His body seemed to hunch over in that instant.

Seeing that he was no longer speaking, I took two hats out of my backpack. I put a baseball cap on my own head and handed him the other, a fisherman's hat. Then, I patted his back and whispered mysteriously, "Didn't you say I was a pervert, inhuman? When we get to that place, you'll understand what true inhumanity and utter cruelty really mean!" About forty minutes later, after changing

buses

three times and walking several hundred meters, we finally arrived at our destination—a residential building in a densely populated area only about two kilometers from Tunghai University.

"Remember the killer I told you about yesterday, the one hiding behind the scenes who never revealed his identity?" I asked Haijian calmly, standing in front of the ordinary-looking building.

"I know." I glanced at the absent-minded Haijian, gesturing for him to go upstairs, and said softly, "One of the apartments upstairs is where he imprisoned me about twenty days ago. Perhaps for some reason, he left me the key to the apartment afterwards. A few days ago, my companion and I came here again and discovered something very cruel." Hearing this, he involuntarily shuddered, pulling back the foot that was already on the stairs. The terror he had felt last night resurfaced in his eyes. "There are... there are dead people inside?!"

"Dead people? No, no, there are no dead people." A cold smile curled at the corner of my mouth. "Let's go up first! Only by combining the scene with my description can I tell you in detail what kind of person that killer was." He swallowed hard, then took heavy, slow steps, following me upstairs.

Soon, we entered the apartment one after the other. The apartment was about seventy square meters, a standard two-bedroom, one-living room layout, with extremely old-fashioned decorations and furniture. Except for the innermost bedroom, which was tightly closed, all the other rooms had their doors open. However, because the curtains were drawn, the overall atmosphere was eerily dark and gloomy.

My gaze swept across the living room, and in one corner was the very spot where I had my face-to-face conversation with the killer.

"Why is there such a large mirror on the table?" Just then, Haijian's soft voice drew my attention to him. I saw him reaching out to touch a long, large glass mirror placed on an old-fashioned square dining table in another corner of the living room.

"Never mind that. You should be prepared for what I'm about to say." I continued forward, reaching the innermost bedroom door, unlocking it with my key, and pushing it open.

A strange, strong, pungent odor, a mixture of air purifier and rotten smell, immediately assaulted my senses. Haijian, who followed, covered his nose and gagged.

This bedroom had no bed, no wardrobe, no table or chairs, no other essential household items. Light streaming through the gaps in the curtains revealed two long, rectangular bottles of different colors, labeled "Nitrogen," sitting on one side of the empty room. Further in, a long, bloodstained knife, its edges stained a dark brown, stood nearby; an electric meat grinder; a stack of empty salt bags; a large wooden bucket about half a person's height; and several rubber hoses with metal nozzles. These items were all laid out before us.

"Look," I said, pulling Haijian, whose face was growing increasingly pale, closer. I whispered in his ear as we slowly approached the bucket. As

we got closer, the stench emanating from it grew stronger. The smell assaulted our nostrils, causing me to wince and Haijian's throat to convulse violently. He was clearly about to vomit.

At the bottom of the bucket floated a layer of dark red, liquid-laden, frothy meat scraps. I bent down, leaning my head over the edge of the bucket, while simultaneously pressing Haijian's head down.

"Heh, when I first saw this, I threw up for ages." I pressed him down as he tried to break free, my tone calm, yet tinged with a hint of malice. "Yes, there are no corpses here. To be precise, no intact corpses. So, tell me, where did they all go?" "Ugh—ugh—" He couldn't take it anymore and suddenly opened his mouth, vomiting the food he'd eaten hours earlier into the bucket. In an instant, the once calm surface of the bucket began to ripple. Red, white, yellow, green—all sorts of colors surged and rippled within. The rising, acrid stench assaulted our senses of smell like an arrow shot from a bow.

"Go ahead and throw up! Once you've vomited it all out, I'll tell you about that killer's ruthless methods." I patted and rubbed his back, my eyes drifting to the side, lost in thought. (To be continued)

(Chapter 26)

The room was still filled with darkness, decay, and suffocating, foul air. Although a few rays of sunlight, representing light, slivered through the gaps in the curtains, what did that signify?

I was already squatting before the tools left behind by the murderer, silently staring at them. These lifeless, almost cold objects—how could ordinary people imagine the powerful effect they could wield in the hands of someone with a purpose, especially someone like a murderer?

"Ah Jun, you, you can't stay there. Come out!" Before I could think for a moment, Hai Jian, who had vomited and gone to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, returned to the door of this room that represented evil, madness, and terror, pleading with me timidly.

Hearing this, I stood up without hesitation, but didn't go out immediately. Instead, I walked to the window, took out the telescopic steel rod I always carried, and used it to part one side of the curtain to carefully examine the four corners of the window, which were sealed with white tape. Then I closed the curtain again, put away the steel rod, rubbed my nose, closed the door,

and left the room. "Go sit over there." Looking at Haijian, who was pale and anxious, I spoke very slowly, but with unusual clarity and force. Coupled with my almost commanding gaze and gestures, he obediently sat down on a chair in the living room, feeling guilty and trembling.

"I'll ask you one more time, what do you think of those things?" I quickly asked him again, standing to his side.

He shook his head frantically, and his ridiculous appearance made my tense face gradually relax. His words, laced with mockery and a touch of morbid humor, continued, "Alright. Now, let me recount the analysis my companion and I made after witnessing all this. And please, take a moment to understand why people often say that we humans are the most cruel creatures in the world!"

I pinched my cheeks a few times, then crossed my arms and began my explanation calmly and deliberately: "You should have understood the whole story by now. It all started more than two months ago with a murder that occurred near the back gate of my university. The killer, along with a woman, killed a man who had been lured there by the woman. Then, the woman was silenced here, in this house. His body was disposed of on the spot!" "

What! In there—" He gaped, pointing a trembling finger toward the house he had just entered.

I nodded, then continued, "You saw it just now. In fact, what I'm about to tell you is the deduction my companion made at the time. He meant that the killer used the tools prepared in advance in the house to freeze, cut, then shred and dilute the body; finally, he disposed of it through the sewer." "Ugh—" He started gagging again, covering his mouth. Although there was nothing left to vomit, it didn't stop his stomach from convulsing violently because of the facts I was telling him.

"The human body generally contains 206 bones, 639 muscles, and seven major organ systems and basic tissues. Apart from these, the remaining 70% is composed of water, mainly blood, tissue fluid, and lymph. So, if a butcher's method were used, there would definitely be bloodstains left at the scene of the body disposal. But that killer was clever and exceptionally cruel. He used a method that most people don't know: he used nitrogen to freeze the body, and once the blood and other organ fluids inside were solidified, he dismembered it with a knife, without leaving a bloody scene. After the limbs and torso were cut off, he put them in a meat grinder to chop them up. Of course, the head and the remaining bones after grinding were more difficult to handle; but this was no challenge for that killer either. He used nitrogen to freeze them again, until they were dry and brittle. Then, he just needed to lay a thick layer of cotton cloth on the ground and add a blunt object like a hammer to smash them into pieces and grind them into powder."

As I spoke, I even stretched out my hand as if I were holding a hammer and smashing something. The terrifying words I uttered became like an ordinary story. Straightforward and undisguised.

And Hai Jian? At that moment, he sprang up like a startled pig, rushing back into the bathroom, grabbing the toilet bowl, and retching violently.

"Heh." I walked to the bathroom door with a mocking smile, propped my elbow on the doorframe, and continued talking to him, who was hunched over the toilet, vomiting and howling: "His minced and crushed flesh was poured into a wooden bucket, mixed with water and salt, stirred thoroughly, and then dumped down the toilet or the bathtub drain. Other personal items, such as clothes, cell phones, and wallets, were taken to the wilderness and burned. Sigh! A living person just disappeared from the world like that. Tell me, compared to him, what Yanwu and I did last night was much gentler, wasn't it?" "I, I don't know, cough cough, I don't know. Why, why did you do this to me—"

His face was covered in snot and tears as he swayed and straightened up, his expression resentful yet still shaken, and his tone of voice as he questioned me was filled with obvious sorrow.

"Simple." A slight smile played on my lips. "Didn't you say you'd never change your heart towards my mother? What does that mean? It means you'll be living with her from now on, right? Let me tell you! True love isn't just about desperately trying to possess or take; it's about genuine care and concern from the heart. It doesn't require fancy words or ostentatious actions. Sweet talk isn't enough, and feigning innocence is even worse." With that, I went into the bathroom, grabbed his shoulder, and continued loudly, "If you truly love her, then please mature quickly. The world isn't as peaceful as you think. Life-or-death situations like this can arise unexpectedly. Without a strong heart, how can you love her, protect her, and shield her from the storm when danger strikes?"

"I remember the great French writer

Romain Rolland once said: 'Know the world, and then love it.' This afternoon, I first showed you some of the few, but undeniably real, cruelties and ruthlessness in this world.

Now, I'll share

Romain Rolland 's words with you, combined with my own understanding: Know the world, no matter how ugly or despicable it may be, and with your own understanding and warmth of love, persevere on your own path." I smiled as I spoke these words.

"Are you serious?" He asked, his emotions gradually calming, wiping the snot and tears from his face with his sleeve.

"If you believe it, then it's true; otherwise, it's false." I released his shoulder, put my hands in my pockets, turned and went back to the living room, my gaze casually sweeping around.

A moment later, he emerged from the bathroom. His round face was covered in water droplets from washing, which occasionally slid down his cheeks to the floor.

We remained silent, each lost in our own thoughts. Only the vendors hawking their wares along the street downstairs, their long, desolate voices piercing the air and lingering in our ears.

"You treated me like this all to test me, to see if I had the resolve to protect your mother, didn't you?" Standing beside me, he finally spoke after a long silence.

Instead of answering directly, I deliberately steered the conversation away from the somewhat heavy topic. "Do you know why the serial killer left the key with me?" Seeing him shake his head in confusion, I suddenly smiled at him. "He wanted to frame me!" "Huh?!" Seeing his bewildered and speechless expression, I continued, my words carrying a hint of understanding: "He knows me very well, knows I'm someone who thinks things through, wants to know everything, and has a strong thirst for knowledge. He tied me up here, left me the key, and even reminded me to come here several times in QQ chats. Someone as clever and cunning as him, would he leave any traces afterward? Well then, as soon as my companion and I come in, there will be our fingerprints, footprints, hair, and traces of sweat and oil left here. If the police find this place, then we—" "What! What about what I vomited in the bucket just now?" His expression was one of utter astonishment, his legs went weak, and he slumped down.

"So! If you're determined and have the willpower to protect my mom, then please show me." As I spoke, I took out a pair of rubber gloves and a few towels from my backpack on the floor. "Put these on, empty the filth from the bucket, and then clean it up properly, making sure to remove all traces of us." I watched as he reluctantly but helplessly accepted the items. He followed me into the house, suppressing his nausea, diligently moving the bucket, emptying the filth, and wiping everything down. A morbid excitement and fanaticism suddenly surged within me, and I would occasionally pat him affectionately as he busied himself, offering a few words of praise.

"Heh heh! Fatty, haven't you heard that everything in this world is a mixture of illusion and reality, reality and reality, reality and illusion, illusion and illusion? You don't understand this way of illusion and reality, truth and falsehood, you just don't understand!" Already seated in a chair, legs crossed, I smiled enigmatically, a smile brimming with meaning, and muttered to myself.

﹡ ...

The wind picked up at dusk, initially gentle, rustling the willow branches and leaves, but later growing stronger and more fierce, almost like a wild bull, swirling and raging across the sky above Dongzhou.

"Go upstairs and rest! You've had a long afternoon." I said softly, seeing the weary Haijian to the entrance of our temporary apartment building, and watched him go upstairs. Then I took out the satellite phone Yanwu had given me, the same model as hers, and activated the tracking function to check.

Five minutes later, the two red target nodes on the screen merged into one, showing no abnormalities. Seeing this, I turned off the tracking function and dialed Yanwu's number.

"How many have you taken care of?" I asked impatiently as soon as the call connected.

"One. Now heading towards Ningzhou." Along with her calm voice came the sound of a car speeding through the air.

Hearing this, I hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Could you make a very special kind of prop?" "What do you mean?" Her tone was full of confusion.

My eyes darted around, and I quickly organized my thoughts, concisely describing the prop I needed.

Without a second thought, she readily agreed.

Just as I was about to say goodbye, she spoke up again: "Tomorrow at noon, someone wants to see us." "Who?" This time it was my turn to be puzzled.

"Someone who's a big shot to both of us. Of course, I know him." A big shot she mentioned couldn't be someone easy to deal with. Immediately, my brow furrowed, and my tone became much more serious: "What does he want with us?" "

He killed so many people, he's here to demand an explanation!" From her tone, it seemed she didn't care much about this big shot. As I racked my brains, I asked, "Police? National Security? Or some other government department? It can't be the head of some ministry in Beijing, can it?" "The last one is somewhat related, but you seem to have overlooked one of the most important power institutions in the country." I could tell she was prompting me.

"No way!" Her reminder instantly brought two words to my confused mind, and I blurted them out: "The military!" "Bingo!" came her reply.

"Then we're doomed? Haha! I'll definitely die at the hands of their special forces, or I'll fight them!" At that moment, it dawned on me that if the military were really here to cause trouble, Yanwu wouldn't have mentioned it so casually, even jokingly. So, my reply was also full of humor.

"Hehe, just letting you know first. So you don't embarrass yourself later. We'll talk about the details when we go tomorrow at noon." With that, she hung up the phone abruptly.

I shook my head slightly, then put away the satellite phone and went upstairs.

Once in my room, I took off my clothes, put the shoes I'd worn at the murder and dismemberment scene that afternoon in a plastic bag, opened a can of Coke on the table, and turned on my laptop to continue using the monitor, watching the situation upstairs while drinking my Coke.

The lights were off upstairs, but the infrared low-light function of the surveillance camera allowed me to see clearly.

My mother, still wearing the pink V-neck cotton shirt she'd changed into after her afternoon shower, was lying on her side in the master bedroom, her back to the camera. The blanket covered her lower body and chest, while her head was buried in the pillow, her long, wavy hair spread out messily, swaying slightly with each gentle tremor. That beautiful, yet slightly thin, back view clearly etched the deepest sorrow.

"Are you still crying?" A deep sorrow flashed through my mind, but it was quickly replaced by calmness. "Woman, a little bit of tears can make a man back down and compromise. But too much will have the opposite effect." After looking at my mother, I glanced at another screen.

Hai Jian, who had just experienced a lecture on horrific crime methods after the killing last night, was like a frightened bird. The obese man was now huddled under the covers, but that wasn't enough to dispel his fear. In his room, the ceiling light, the table lamp, and even the wall lamp were all on, as if only in this way could his heart, which had been battered and bruised by the events of the past two days, feel a little better.

"There are gains and losses, what more can you ask for?" Thinking this, I smiled slightly, then left the monitor and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After showering, I lay exhausted on the bed, gazing at the night sky. The moon still hid behind the clouds, leaving only a few flickering stars.

"Since we parted, I've grown weary, my sorrow boundless. Sitting and gazing at the half-hidden sky, I once thought of speaking my heart. Now, with the autumn wind howling, it's too late, only resentment remains, and my wish to see you is thwarted." I murmured a poem I wrote in my freshman year of college, a strange emotion gradually filling my heart.

Many things, because of a single wrong decision, have led to this situation. Deep down, I'm not a cruel or murderous person. But things have come to this, and weakness will only undo all my previous efforts. Only by choosing to harden my heart, maintaining this ruthless, decisive, and merciless mentality, can I finally reach the other side of victory.

"He Jun, hold on until the end! Besides, you're not alone." With this almost self-hypnotic suggestion, I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep—"Why did I tell him this?" Unconsciously, I once again entered a dreamlike scene: a white sedan gleamed under the bright moonlight, parked on the side of a winding, rugged road. Inside the car were a man and a woman. The man was the serial killer who often appeared in my dreams; but the woman was not the one who had appeared before, the drug addict who had been forced to join the serial killer under threats and inducements. This woman who appeared now was exceptionally beautiful, with shoulder-length hair, a delicate face, and a slightly amused gaze. She wore a short, pure black halter dress, revealing her slightly protruding breasts, combined with her rounded hips and thighs encased in black stockings, outlining a perfectly curvaceous figure. She was truly a stunning beauty, a natural wonder.

The first to ask a question from inside the car was the serial killer. Upon hearing his question, the woman continued with a seductive smile. "What? Is it not allowed?" "I told you because I trust you. But if you do this—" The serial killer paused, reaching out to stroke the woman's thigh, tilting his head to consider.

"It's alright!" The woman rested her head against the serial killer's chest. "You want that money? The two of us alone definitely won't be enough. I told him precisely to make the plan safer, right? He knows some gangsters; if things go wrong, he can call for help! We just need to share with him." "

They're so far away, will he make it in time? Hmm, let me think—oh right, I have a good idea to get him to listen to us, want to hear it?" The serial killer said thoughtfully, his hand becoming increasingly unrestrained, moving from her thigh to her buttocks, lifting her skirt, and his fingers suddenly slipping into her cleft.

The woman's breathing quickened at this. In less than a minute, she straightened up, her body swaying, and brought her mouth close to the killer's ear: "Hurry, I can't take it anymore, fuck me now, we'll talk about it later, we'll talk about it later, I can't take it anymore." "Didn't you say you wouldn't let me fuck you?" The killer's voice was full of lewdness.

"I'll let you fuck me, I'll let you fuck me now! Hurry! Hurry!" The woman's body was almost buried inside the killer, her coquettish and wanton pleas for pleasure like a maddening melody.

The killer stared at the wanton woman, then smiled wickedly, picked her up and kissed her. She opened her mouth, accepting the killer's tongue. Two greedy tongues sucked desperately, while at the same time, the killer skillfully untied the woman's dress straps and removed the plum blossom-shaped nipple covers covering her nipples.

Then, he rubbed the woman's breasts with his palms, pinching and pulling at her erect nipples with his fingers.

"Mmm—ah—I've missed you so much." With each pull, the woman let out a satisfied moan.

Before long, the killer, who had adjusted the car seat to lie flat, lay diagonally on it, letting the woman's beautiful and voluptuous body press against him. Her clothes had been pulled up to her waist, and she, shirtless, began to undress the murderer, then pressed herself against him, moving rhythmically like a snake. Her hair was loose, and in the dim car lights, she looked especially sexy and alluring.

The murderer kissed her neck, one hand sliding down her waist, reaching into her panties, and touching her private parts. She also reached into her pants and grabbed his penis, holding on tightly and stroking it vigorously.

"Shall we do it outside?" the murderer, aroused, suddenly suggested to the woman who was moaning softly.

"Okay—um—whoever you are." The woman raised her head, her eyes watery, responding with a thousand charms.

The two, disheveled, got out of the car one after the other. The murderer opened the driver's side door, then made the woman stand with her legs bent, her round buttocks sticking up, her hands gripping the door.

The murderer pulled the woman's thong to the side, and after exposing her vulva, he grabbed her buttocks. The woman's body trembled violently, and she let out a soft moan. He raised his hand and looked at it, noticing something glistening on his fingertips.

"You squirted down there, want to be fucked, huh?" A lewd smile appeared on his face as he slapped the woman's white, beautiful buttocks.

The woman twisted her hips wantonly and wantonly, moaning in response to him. She was completely oblivious to the possibility of other people and vehicles appearing.

"Hmph!" The murderer chuckled smugly, his laughter carrying a clear hint of malice.

He pulled his already erect penis out of his pants, stroked it, and then, pinching the woman's smooth, round buttocks, slowly pushed his penis into her vagina, his pubic bone pressing firmly against her, and began to move. The woman's legs straightened, her feet kicking desperately at the ground. The continuous moans, combined with the "slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding, were exceptionally loud.

He gripped the woman's waist, relentlessly thrusting into her round, upturned buttocks, hissing,

"I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you to death! I'll teach you to be slutty! I'll teach you to talk nonsense!" "Yes—I'm a slut—fuck me—fuck me harder!" the woman screamed, her hair flying in the air, her smooth, white back appearing even more alluring in the moonlight.

After a hundred or so thrusts, the murderer withdrew his wet penis. He then pulled the woman up, changing her position. He made her lower her head, bending her upper body forward as much as possible, forming an arch, and taking the glans into her mouth.

He pressed the woman's head down desperately, but due to their position, he couldn't penetrate deep into her throat. The woman was clearly not satisfied with this shallow sucking; she leaned back, half-squatting as she tightly took the penis into her mouth, using it to poke against the inside of her mouth and suck desperately.

The murderer leaned forward, his hands rubbing along the woman's back, grabbing her dress at the waist and pulling it back to reveal her shapely buttocks sticking out in the air. A black thong clung to her deep cleft, a combination of extraordinary beauty and sensuality that seemed to create a powerful visual impact.

The woman pressed her tongue against the glans, licking along the front of the penis down to the murderer's lower abdomen, then upwards, her tongue tracing his abdominal muscles, chest, jaw, nose, and forehead. Simultaneously, her body naturally thrust forward and then upwards, until she had straightened up after completing the licking.

"Let me reach orgasm in one go, okay?" the woman, her face flushed and clothes disheveled, pleaded seductively towards the murderer.

The panting murderer didn't say another word. Like a hungry wolf, he pounced on her, grabbing her buttocks with both hands, inserting two fingers into her cleft, and prying them apart. At the same time, he turned her around, lifting her and moving her towards the back of the carriage.

"You bastard!" the woman cried out in a pitiful voice.

He pressed the woman down onto the back seat, pressing his hips forward, his hard penis once again squeezing into her honeyed hole between her legs. What followed was a violent thrusting, colliding, moaning, and panting; finally, in the climax of pleasure, he ejaculated his life essence—"Bang—pop! Boom—boom—" I was awakened by the deafening sound of fireworks. Opening my sleepy eyes, I looked outside. The sky was still shrouded in mist and silence, but beautiful, dazzling fireworks were already flowing, blooming, and disappearing in the sky; repeating this cycle endlessly, as if without any gap. The dark sky, against the backdrop of these fireworks, was embroidered with colorful flowers.

Gazing at the dazzling fireworks display outside the window, I couldn't sleep. I got up, leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and smoked listlessly, savoring the mellow smoke as it swirled and settled within me—"It's National Day today!" I picked up my satellite phone and glanced at the calendar, which clearly showed the time—October 1st, 4:50 AM.

The forty-eight hours that would determine my ultimate fate had begun. (To be continued) 04-10
(Chapter Twenty-Seven)

Three hours later, Yanwu, having completed the task I had entrusted to her, returned to the apartment, travel-worn. She had taken ten minutes earlier than the expected twenty hours.

"Here are the things you wanted, and the props." As she spoke, two items came into my view. The former, which fell to the floor with a dull thud, was a red, white, and blue woven bag; the latter, tossed onto the bed, was a small, compact Beretta 9000 pocket self-defense pistol, commonly known as the "palm grenade."

I ignored the miniature pistol, barely bigger than a cigarette case, and went to the woven bag. I bent down and unzipped it. Instantly, a strong smell of blood wafted out, filling the room and reaching my nostrils.

There were five items in the bag, each representing fear, struggle, resentment, despair, and confusion.

"I still don't understand. What do you need these five things for?" Yanwu, looking slightly tired, squatted down beside me and asked.

"I don't know either. I have a vague feeling that I need to do this!" I explained, touching and examining each item, my gaze sweeping over them, sensing and understanding their essence.

"What did this guy say before he died?" I asked casually when I touched the last item.

"I told him you were the one who wanted to kill him. But he didn't believe me, and even said you two had a good relationship.

In the end, he begged me to bring him to see you, and your mother too," Yanwu replied calmly.

"Heh!" I rolled my eyes, smiling darkly, my gaze falling on that thing. "You're still so infatuated! My Xia Tianhong, Uncle Xia!" "Alright, if you keep touching it, you'll rub off the preservative I just applied. Close the zipper, the air's polluted." She patted me as I continued to touch it. She stood up and walked outside.

"You did it all yourself, and you're still afraid of the smell of blood?" I asked her curiously as I zipped the zipper back up.

"The more people you kill, the stronger your mysophobia becomes." She turned around, gazing at me calmly. "You can't understand now, but you will later." "Oh, and this." She took a portable hard drive from her pocket and tossed it to me. "This guy's just like Mei Shaon, loves taking selfies. I glanced at it, and your mother's picture is in there." "What about you? Still going out?" I asked, looking at the hard drive.

"I have to meet someone at noon!" She stretched, exhaling heavily. "Take a shower, sleep, get some rest, it's that simple." With that, she turned and walked out. That slender, aloof figure seemed especially warm to me—after a while, I snapped out of my daze, temporarily turning off the monitor on my laptop, then plugging in the hard drive and operating it. After entering the disk partition and finding the file directory, I discovered over forty audio and video files. Each filename was named with two or three different English letters, seemingly abbreviations of Chinese names.

With a quick glance, I spotted two video files labeled "sxq" among the numerous videos. I immediately put on my headphones, moved the mouse, and clicked on one. Unsurprisingly, what greeted my eyes was a scene of pornography I knew all too well. The female protagonist, of course, was my mother.

Judging from the angle of the camera and the opulence of the room, I could roughly determine that the camera was placed on the side of the bedside table. The filming location was a room in a five-star hotel.

The man appearing in the video was a man in his thirties or forties, around 1.75 meters tall, with a pointed face and an extremely lewd appearance.

"Oh! It's you, Wu Zhongfa." I recognized him at a glance, rubbing my nose with a cold smile, and then continued watching.

My mother's attire in the video was breathtakingly beautiful and incredibly alluring: her mature and sexy body was covered without any outer garment, but rather by an extremely seductive set of lingerie. Moreover, that lingerie was one I had seen before. The almost transparent black bra had small openings at the areolas, completely exposing my mother's dark, grape-like nipples.

Her garter belt was trimmed with black lace, and beneath it was a tiny thong; a few strands of transparent silk covered her vulva, slit at the vulva and easily parted. The thong was tied with thin black straps, leaving her genitals almost completely naked except for a small, nearly transparent patch at the front.

"Haha! Not bad! Not bad! You slut, watch how I deal with you!" Wu Zhongfa, watching the video, was already burning with lust. He quickly laid my mother, who looked embarrassed and slightly unwilling, down on the bed. He quickly stripped off his own clothes, pounced on her, sat on the edge of the bed, gently lifted her up, and began to caress and lick her through the almost transparent, open-topped black bra with his hands and mouth.

"Mmm—mmm—Mr. Wu—no—don't—" My mother moaned and gasped, her slender, white hands already quietly encircling Wu Zhongfa's neck.

After a moment, Wu Zhongfa turned my mother over, making her lie face down on the bed, revealing her shapely buttocks tightly encased in a narrow black thong. He then removed the thong and kneaded the mound of flesh. Looking at my mother lying on the bed, her lower body already exposed, his long, thin penis was already erect. Soon, his wicked hands began to roam over her snow-white, full body, especially the sexy bra supporting her firm breasts, which greatly aroused his lust.

With a lewd grin, he gently bit my mother's jade-like back, full buttocks, and beautiful legs, then turned her over again, greedily licking and kneading her breasts, kissing and licking her vulva, even sticking his tongue inside and circling it repeatedly. Under his relentless assault, my mother involuntarily let out soft moans, which excited him. He then parted her smooth, fragrant thighs and inserted his erect penis, already wrapped in a condom, rhythmically thrusting in and out. Instantly, my mother wrapped her legs around his waist, placed her hands on his shoulders, and let out incessant moans.

"Hoo! Hoo! You slut! How's my cock? Huh? Does it feel good? Say something!" In the video, Wu Zhongfa thrust his hips while forcefully kneading my mother's breasts. His lewd words echoed in my ears.

My mother, beneath Wu Zhongfa, did not respond at first. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes slightly closed, her lips parted, and the moans emanating from her throat, though melodious, carried a hint of helplessness. Her swollen, soft breasts hung in front of her chest, her erect, dark purple nipples swaying in mid-air.

"Mmm—Mr. Wu—you—you're so amazing—I—I feel so good!" But soon, facing Wu Zhongfa, who had increased the depth of his thrusts and also increased the force and speed, my mother, who had buried her head deeply between her arms, with only her long hair swaying wildly with her body, could no longer control the burning desire within her. She suddenly looked up, her expression already ecstatic, and kept praising and flattering Wu Zhongfa who was thrusting and pounding on her.

After thrusting like this for more than ten minutes, he pulled out his penis, turned my mother over, and put his arm around her slender waist. My mother then sat up and knelt on the bed, sticking out her pert buttocks. Her smooth flesh was particularly attractive in the dim light.

He thrust into her from behind, rhythmically, and my mother continued to moan, his body slapping against her buttocks, making a "slap slap" sound. Soon, her round buttocks were red from the impact. Seeing this, he took out his penis again, changed the condom, patted my mother's buttocks, and said in a commanding tone, "Come on, let me open your back door!"

Without waiting for my mother's response, he spread her snow-white buttocks with one hand, put the other hand to his mouth, moistened it with saliva, and then used it to rub and knead around my mother's anus. After doing this for more than a minute, he aimed his penis at her anus, took a deep breath, and thrust it in

violently. "Ah—!" my mother screamed. His penis pierced through her round, perky buttocks, deeply penetrating her anus, fiercely and without any room for mercy as he thrust and raped her. His hands didn't stop either, reaching around my mother's full upper body to grab her round breasts, kneading the two snow-white peaks with his strong hands, his fingers like sharp pincers, forcefully kneading the two dark purple nipples. My mother, subjected to this lewd act, moaned loudly incessantly. He slapped her snow-white, upturned buttocks forcefully, then continued his violent thrusting.

"It hurts—no—uh—oh—oh—gentle—ah—oh—ah—" My mother, her face a mixture of excitement and pain, finally couldn't suppress her inner restraint. After a brief resistance, her moans, a mixture of resistance and acceptance, gradually grew louder, and her panting became particularly noticeable. With her back to Wu Zhongfa, she actually began to grasp the penis that had already been thrust into her anus a hundred times, pulled it out, and then forcefully pushed it back into her honey hole, continuing to twist and sway her hips.

Like a lustful female beast, she became even more powerful and wanton, violently shaking and swaying in front of him.

Faced with my mother's proactive attitude, Wu Zhongfa's thrusts became even more unrestrained. He raised his hands, grabbed her long hair, and like riding the most beautiful and magnificent mare, galloped away, reveling in this battlefield of pleasure.

Perhaps it was the feeling of fullness and pressure that took effect, making my mother, already in a frenzy, even more insane. After a rapid series of up-and-down movements, Wu Zhongfa's face suddenly tightened, his buttocks thrashed wildly, and then he erupted.

At the same time, my mother also reached the peak of her orgasm, perhaps feeling the hot semen seeping out of her, burning her with a pleasant and refreshing sensation. Her long moan flowed like a rushing river, trembling from the tips of her hair to the soles of her feet. Her honey hole was still contracting, still sucking. Half a minute later, her body finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, her legs aching and her back weak, Wu Zhongfa panting heavily, pressed against my mother's body, collapsing onto her back. A few seconds later, the video finished playing and vanished instantly.

After watching the first video, I stood up, went to the woven bag still on the ground, unzipped it, looked inside, and took out one of the five items. Then I returned to my laptop, opened the second video about my mother, and coldly smirked at the device, saying, "Mr. Wu, didn't expect this, did you? A seemingly ordinary womanizing attempt over two years ago has led to this." "Let's take another look! Although you can't see it now." I raised the device to screen level with one hand, my gaze returning to the video.

This video scene was different from the previous one. Besides the camera shifting to the bathroom in a hotel room, the camera wasn't stationary. Wu Zhongfa was holding it, and as the camera zoomed in, my mother's figure slowly appeared.

Standing before the large bathroom mirror, wearing an indigo blue low-cut bodysuit and combing her hair, my mother revealed a coquettish expression of shyness mixed with a myriad of meanings upon seeing the camera. Her lips betrayed a hint of dissatisfaction: "Stop filming, Mr. Wu! Look what you've done to me these past two days!"

"Fine! If you won't let me film, I'll just give that insurance policy to another insurance company. Anyway, I always keep my word. If you don't let me have my fun for these three days, don't blame me for standing you up!" With Wu Zhongfa's arrogant and imperious voice, the camera panned down, revealing a scene of flawless white jade-like floor tiles and a white bath towel laid out there. Along with that came my mother's soft, sweet, and slightly ingratiating voice: "No, Mr. Wu! I'm so old, it's not easy for me to come to Ningzhou to work alone! Hehe, I was just joking with you earlier, please don't take it to heart. You see, haven't I been doing what you asked these past two days?"

"Hmm! Actually, you're not bad, much better than the other insurance company agents. Hehe! You're beautiful, and you maintain your figure so well, not to mention your skills in bed? Tsk tsk tsk, you really satisfy me very much!" The camera still didn't pan up, only Wu Zhongfa's frivolous, lewd voice echoed in the earphones.

"Hmm—you're so annoying—you've done this to me so many times these past two days—I—I'm a little swollen down there." Just a dozen seconds later, my mother's affected voice and shy, embarrassed face appeared on the screen. Her back was pressed against the corner of the washbasin, her eyes slightly closed, her upper body swaying slightly. Wu Zhongfa's hand reached over from the camera's side, prying open the top of my mother's bodysuit and grabbing and kneading her ample breasts.

"Damn it! Your tits are definitely in the top three of all the women I've ever been with! It's worth all the money!" Holding the camera in one hand, Wu Zhongfa slowly moved closer to my mother, kissing her cheek while caressing her pink and white, full breasts. Not only that, he opened his mouth, breathing hot air into her ear, and continued to grope her: "Slut, tell me, where have I fucked you these past two days?"

"Ah? Ouch! Please be gentle! I'll tell you, I'll tell you, okay?" My mother, her cheeks flushed, had just shown a hint of reluctance when the wolfish hand roaming her breasts ravaged them even more forcefully. Despite her initial pain, she quickly recovered, a shy and alluring smile spreading across her face. She parted her lips and said, "These past few days, not just here, you've done this to me in many places, um—" Before she could finish, Wu Zhongfa's hand, which had been roaming over her chest, rose, grabbing her chin and forcibly inserting two fingers into her mouth, stirring them inside.

At the same time, his almost commanding tone rang out: "What do you mean, 'do'? Don't fucking pretend! Say 'fuck' to me! Understand?" After that, seeing my mother blinking rapidly, he withdrew his fingers and continued to knead her breasts.

"Cough cough." My mother choked a few times, then put on a fawning smile and whispered, "You've fucked me in so many places. For example, the manager's office of this hotel's restaurant, the private dining rooms, and the emergency exits. And your company's conference room, the underground parking lot—" "Ha! Wu Zhongfa, you really are a seasoned pro at sex!" Hearing my mother's list, I raised my right hand and slapped the thing I was holding in my left hand.

"Haha!" He, on the screen, chuckled lewdly after my mother finished recounting their sexual encounters. Then, he grabbed my mother's delicate hand and dragged it down to her crotch. As soon as she touched his erect penis in his pants, my mother's hand trembled slightly, trying to pull back, but he held it firmly. After a slight struggle, my mother finally pressed against his upper body and began to caress his penis through his pants. Meanwhile, the camera followed my mother the whole time, capturing her allure and beauty.

Perhaps it was a little inconvenient to serve him while lying in his arms, so he quickly gestured for her to kneel. My mother obeyed, kneeling before him on the tiled floor covered with a white towel. She pulled down his boxer shorts, took out his now-erect penis, and then grasped it with her hand, slowly stroking it.

"Use your mouth to serve me properly," he said, his voice slightly urgent, and the camera began to tremble slightly.

Hearing his words, my mother slowly brought her lips closer. She first gently kissed the urethral opening, then opened her mouth and gently took the purplish-red, glistening glans into her mouth, licking it with her tongue, sliding it in the groove beneath the glans, occasionally sucking with her lips and gently biting with her teeth. Then, her head moved up and down on his penis, and he thrust his hips in rhythm with her movements, hoping to penetrate deeper.

His hips swayed rapidly, his penis thrusting wildly inside my mother's mouth. Affected by this, my mother's eyebrows furrowed, and her cheeks bulged. At this moment, he used his free left hand to caress her smooth, soft back. My mother

's watery phoenix eyes shimmered with a hazy light, her pink face flushed a rosy hue. She twisted her body incessantly, her lips never leaving his penis. This wanton behavior caused him to shout loudly, "Ah—so good—you—you slut's little mouth is so fucking wanton—ah—I'd fuck you a hundred times and still not be satisfied—ah!"

His penis was being sucked and tasted by my mother, the tingling pleasure spreading throughout his entire body. A few minutes later, he withdrew his penis and began to play with his hard, veiny member, which had been licked and manipulated, slapping and rolling it against my mother's flushed cheeks, while his right hand vigorously stroked his penis. Thick, sticky saliva mixed with the fluid secreted from his glans quickly smeared her face.

"Quick! Suck my balls!" After another four or five minutes, the camera started shaking violently.

Only after a burst of static did I regain a clear view of what was happening. It turned out that Wu Zhongfa had placed the camera on the right side of the sink. While stroking his penis, he used his other hand to hold my mother's head and press it towards his scrotum.

My mother moaned softly as she moved downwards, obediently licking his scrotum. At that moment, she was like the most dedicated prostitute, sucking and biting at his scrotum, not missing a single crevice. The entire dark scrotum was wet with her saliva, looking unusually shiny.

"Ugh! I'm coming!" With a muffled shout from Wu Zhongfa, a jet of white semen finally spurted from the tip of his purplish-red glans. It was tossed quickly from above, landing on my mother's head, and then slowly slid down her face, mixing with the sticky fluid already clinging to her skin. It continued to flow until it reached the sexy, deep, alluring cleavage—I

had finished watching both obscene sex videos. I pulled up the nine-grid surveillance footage again. Upstairs, my mother and Haijian were already up. But this time, they weren't together like yesterday; instead, they were each in their own rooms, their expressions quite different.

In the master bedroom, my mother sat by the window, lost in thought, her brow furrowed in melancholy. I could imagine how much my words from yesterday had affected her.

In contrast, Haijian in the guest bedroom paced back and forth like a caged beast. Several times, he reached the door, raising his hand as if to open it and leave. But in the end, despite his inner struggle and fierce internal conflict, he still didn't do it.

"A person must possess the excellent quality of remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapses before them. Otherwise, they will be a failure for life." I rose from my seat, put my belongings back into the woven bag, and walked to the window. Gazing at the dark, cloud-covered sky, I murmured to myself, "Your phones and wallets have been confiscated by Yanwu. Besides your ID cards and a bankbook, you have nothing else. Where can you go? Be patient! Soon, everyone will find their final resting place!" *Plop* A raindrop the size of a soybean hit the window. It was

raining.

﹡ ... Because of the heavy rain, there weren't many pedestrians on the street. I sat cross-legged in a car driven by Yanwu, closing my eyes to rest and savoring the gentle, refreshing autumn weather of the South. "How's your rib?" Halfway through the journey, Yanwu, who had been driving silently, finally spoke. "Your bone injury medicine is working very well; I can't feel the throbbing pain anymore." I opened my eyes and reached out to touch the injury. "Luckily, that pockmarked man didn't use a knife, or I would have been finished that day." "He showed mercy." She smiled slightly, a knowing look in her eyes. But I didn't dwell on it and went straight to another question that piqued my curiosity: "Who were the military personnel?" "The General Staff Headquarters. Lieutenant General Zhang Fusheng, the Deputy Chief of the General Staff in charge of intelligence and foreign affairs." Yanwu answered without hesitation. "Oh." I rubbed my temples a few times and looked outside. "I was caught in this trap by accident, wasn't I?" "Once you're in the game, you're no longer in control of your own destiny." She summarized everything in ten words. I turned to look at her, and coincidentally, she was looking at me too. We smiled at each other, everything understood without words—twenty minutes later, we finally arrived at our destination—the Dongzhou Military Sub-district Guesthouse. As soon as we got out of the car, a man in a colonel's uniform, with a solemn expression, approached us. "Are you Miss Yanwu?" Yanwu, with a bag slung across her shoulder, nodded slightly. "Please lead the way! General Zhang is still waiting for us!" The man showed no emotion in the face of her somewhat aloof words. He then stepped aside and waved, "Please!" I followed Yanwu silently. We didn't enter the seven-story main building directly ahead, but instead turned a corner and headed towards the last two-story detached building. When we reached the door of the building, the man in uniform waved to stop us. "Sorry, just routine business. Please hand over any contraband." Yanwu had informed me beforehand, so neither of us had brought any weapons; I had even left the steel rod at my room. After successfully passing the man's check and the metal detector test conducted by the guards outside the courtyard, we finally entered a large office on the upper floor of the building, which was connected to the inner room. "Sir, the person has been brought in. Please give your instructions," the uniformed man standing in the outer room reported loudly to the person inside. "Let them in. You can leave." A calm, almost hoarse voice came from the inner room. The uniformed man, having received the instruction, turned around, nodded to us, and then took his leave. So, I followed Yanwu into the inner room. The space inside wasn't very large. In the middle was an old desk, a swivel wheelchair, and two black sofas in front of the desk. The curtains were half-drawn, and there was a standing air conditioner in the corner. Yanwu and I stood one in front of the desk, watching the middle-aged man sitting in the swivel wheelchair. This man wasn't wearing a military uniform, but a very ordinary gray velvet suit. His appearance was so plain that, if placed in a crowd, no one would notice him at all. His face was ordinary, his features unremarkable, and apart from his graying temples, there was nothing else about him that stood out. Yet, the imposing aura he possessed, honed from years of holding a high position, was undeniably palpable in this unusual setting. The two black-clad bodyguards standing only half a meter behind him sent a chill down my spine. Their faces were cold, their right hands tucked into their shirts, exuding a chilling aura. I was absolutely certain that if the man sitting before them gave the order, these two cold-faced bodyguards, undoubtedly survivors of countless battles, would surely kill me on the spot. Not only us, but the man in the swivel wheelchair was also observing us. His gaze towards me was scrutinizing and calculating; while towards Yanwu, it was filled with gentleness, depth, and even a hint of undisguised guilt. "Aren't you going to invite us to sit down, Comrade Commander?" After a long silence, Yanwu's slightly indifferent voice finally broke the stillness. "Uh? Sigh! Sit down! Xiao Liang, go pour two cups of tea." Deputy Chief Zhang, who was instructing one of the bodyguards behind him, sat up slightly. Then he turned his gaze to Yan Wu again, his tone carrying both the reproach of an elder to a younger generation and concern, "Xiao Wu, you shouldn't have returned to the country, nor should you have killed so many people." "Don't worry, Uncle Zhang, we're leaving tomorrow." Yan Wu's words still lacked any respect. Deputy Chief Zhang gave a bitter smile, then turned to look at me, his expression quickly turning serious, completely devoid of the friendly demeanor he displayed when facing Yan Wu. "You must be He Jun! How dare you! Do you know that without Xiao Wu, you wouldn't be here right now, but in a detention center awaiting trial by the law!" Although his harsh words sent shivers down my spine, I steadied myself and calmly replied, "Yes, what you say is true. That's why I've made up my mind to follow her through thick and thin, to face any hardship with her. As long as you don't arrest me today." After these brief but resolute words, I straightened my back and met his gaze. "Alas! A fine young man, a chosen one of heaven. He could have used his talents to serve his country. Now—" He withdrew his solemn expression and gently shook his head with a sigh. Then, he asked Yanwu again, "What do you want to talk to me about now that you've shown up?" "Two things, in exchange for his life, and a yacht." As she spoke, she took out a box of two CDs from her bag. She then got up and went to the table, pushing it towards him. "You sent me here with experts from the General Armaments Department just for this?" This high-ranking man now showed a hint of curiosity. He opened the box and took out the first CD. "This one contains a list of members of the secret intelligence network organized by various British intelligence agencies infiltrating the southeastern coastal region of China." Yanwu touched her hair and continued, "Of course, it also includes domestic officials who have been turned in the region." "And the next one—" Deputy Chief Zhang, who had come to his senses, had a glint in his eyes and looked very excited. His hand, pointing to the second CD, was trembling slightly. "You can have the experts analyze it now, but the password is in my hands." After receiving Yanwu's answer, Deputy Chief Zhang immediately dismissed the bodyguard who had just brought in tea. Of course, his task was to accompany Yanwu downstairs. Once they left, only three people remained in the room, and no one spoke. Feeling slightly depressed and my mind somewhat agitated, I picked up the freshly brought hot tea, blew on it, took a sip, and ran my hands over the cup, looking around. "Did Xiaowu mention her background to you?" Seemingly to break the awkward atmosphere, Deputy Chief Zhang, who had waved away another bodyguard, began to ask me. I shook my head and said, "I only know how she became like this. I don't know much else." "Since she won't tell you, I won't bring it up either." He turned to look out the window, his voice extremely low, as if he were talking to empty air. "Zhongwen, Qiulan, all these years I've only cared about my career and haven't taken good care of Xiaowu, causing her to become like that. You must be very angry in the afterlife, right? But please rest assured, as long as I'm still in office, no matter what, I will protect her." Such lonely and guilty words stirred a subtle ripple in my heart. But I still controlled my urge to ask more questions, patiently waiting for Yanwu's return.

"He Jun." Suddenly, he turned to me and asked softly, "After doing all that, aren't you afraid?" I smiled bitterly, "Afraid? Perhaps I was afraid before, hesitant; that's because I was weak and powerless. But after killing the first person, honestly, General, I felt nothing anymore." "The rigid are easily broken, the cunning easily withers. Everything has its limits; never go to extremes."

He took out a cigarette case, took two, tossed one to me, and lit the one in his hand. "Too much scheming will only lead to your downfall. Leaving room for maneuver in everything is the way to survive. Consider this my advice to you!" "Thank you, General, I understand." After saying this, I focused on smoking the special Zhongnanhai cigarettes he had given me. After a while, he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and spoke again, "What do you think of Lü Guoqiang?" "Deeply scheming, unassuming, he's someone. But, just a nobody." I thought for a moment and then answered.

"Just as you say." He sipped his tea, his calm tone carrying the arrogance of a superior. "I've seen countless people like him. To deal with him, a regular municipal judicial department would suffice; it wouldn't be the military's place." "This whole affair started because of me; Yanwu merely intervened beforehand." I straightened my posture, my gaze sweeping over his ordinary yet dignified face. "I understand the principle that the military and political systems each have their own jurisdiction and don't interfere with each other. In short, it's 'checks and balances.'" "

It seems you already know quite a bit about Lü Guoqiang's matter." He took a document from his drawer and placed it in front of me. "Here, there should be something that interests you. But I warn you, besides me and Xiaowu who knows the situation, if a fourth person finds out about this, you'll face relentless pursuit from our military intelligence department!" "I know what's important," I replied, already flipping through the document. He picked up the phone on the table and started making arrangements—ten minutes later, I sat quietly after reading the documents. My confusion and bewilderment had vanished. All the mysteries of the entire incident had been solved. This feeling of having everything under control made me feel incredibly relaxed. All that remained was to do what I had already prepared to do.

"The things you need are already in Xiao Wu's hands." After hanging up, he seemed thoughtful, sighing to himself, "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu! If you had just asked, how could your uncle not help you? Although those two things you brought are very important, your safety is my top priority!" I didn't interrupt, but listened to his almost rambling monologue. After he fell silent, I finally spoke, "General, may I leave now?" "Go!" He waved his hand, and before I could stand up, his brow furrowed, his expression turning solemn again as he said, "From now on, there will be no more He Jun in this world. Do you understand what I mean?" Having anticipated this, I nodded slightly and then walked out.

Once I was back in the car and settled in, Yanwu immediately started the engine. The car turned and headed back towards our residence.

"What's on the second disc?" I couldn't contain my curiosity and pressed her for an answer.

"A video recording of the entire process of a new type of high-temperature resistant microwave-absorbing coating recently developed by the American research department," she replied calmly.

"The kind used on stealth fighters?" I asked, still a little uncertain despite my sudden realization.

She nodded, confirming my judgment, and then asked, "He didn't do anything to you, did he?" "I'm fine! Look at me, I'm perfectly alright!" Knowing who she was referring to, I smiled. "I can tell General Zhang cares about you." She didn't address that directly, but instead changed the subject: "This time, you should know about the relationship between the LTSNS organization and Lü Guoqiang, right?" "

I just looked at the documents, Duke Buckrich, the British Empire." I smiled mischievously, my words carrying a double meaning: "That Duke who passed away in late May last year was Richard, Lü Guoqiang, and your common employer, wasn't he? My double agent friend!" She smiled brightly, her smile saying it all. (To be continued) (Chapter

Twenty-Eight)

That evening, a medium-sized private yacht built by the American Larson Yacht Company was sailing in the waters of xx Province in southern China. The four people on board, needless to say, were me, Yanwu, Haijian, and my mother.

After the meeting with Deputy Chief Zhang at noon, Yanwu and I returned to our lodgings as quickly as possible. We then cleaned up all traces of habitation, tidied our belongings, packed our bags, and went upstairs to urge my mother and Haijian to come down.

Each lost in their own thoughts, the two listless individuals didn't question us. Instead, they followed us as we drove away from our lodgings, heading towards Tangu Town, the closest town to the coast in Dongzhou City.

Upon arriving at the marina of a private yacht club in Tangu Town, founded by over a dozen of Donghai Province's most prominent tycoons, the four of us quickly boarded the yacht that Deputy Chief Zhang had prepared for us. After a flurry of activity, the yacht started up, and under Yanwu's control, it set sail towards the vast ocean.

"Didn't you tell General Zhang at noon that we'd leave tomorrow? Why are you in such a hurry now?" I asked Yanwu, standing in the cockpit, facing the sea.

"The longer it goes on, the more things can go wrong," she replied, her eyes bright as she gazed at the expansive horizon and carefully maneuvered the rudder.

"You're afraid—" I still maintained my insistent tone, as if I wouldn't rest until I got to the bottom of things.

"After waking up from my nap at noon, I contacted Guan Li using the designated coded text message. Unfortunately, she didn't reply." She tossed her hair, which was ruffled by the sea breeze. "I'm worried that her identity has been exposed. Lü might have other plans instead of peacefully waiting on the island for the ship to pick him up. Another reason is the person we met at noon." "He still won't let me go? Or rather, he won't let us go?" I continued, somewhat surprised.

Hearing my question, her expression turned serious. "It's not what you think. I'm just taking precautions against all possible contingencies." Before I could speak, her tone returned to its usual calm, her nonchalant tone making it clear: "On the other hand, how could the higher-ups bear to harm someone like me, a top-tier mercenary, a high-level spy, and a super 'mole' who has infiltrated the target country's intelligence and private secret organizations? Besides, I've already given them such important intelligence as a bargaining chip. How could they, who claim to prioritize national interests above all else, make things difficult for us over a mere twenty-odd worthless lives?" "Aren't you afraid I'll leak it?" I leaned my shoulder on the console, teasingly.

"Go ahead and do whatever you want to be reborn sooner." The smile at the corner of her mouth held a bloodthirsty and ruthless quality that was completely incongruous with her expression. "Including you, there are only two and a half people who know my true identity now. Once it's leaked, all the effort and even sacrifices the military intelligence department has invested in me over the past ten years will be in vain. Tell me, what will happen to you if that day really comes?" "Heh." I smiled wryly and turned my head to look at the window in front of the control panel, looking down at the sea through it; my words carried a hint of desolation. "Even the most powerful individual can't fight against a collective and a nation!" "Is that Duke Buckrich the other half of the people besides General Zhang and me who knows your identity? Is he your adoptive father?" After a sigh, I suddenly changed my tone and continued to ask her questions.

"You've seen the document about me?" She still smiled slightly.

I nodded to confirm. She saw this but made no comment. She simply switched the manual control to autopilot, then leaned back on a round sofa, hands behind her head, a bright smile on her face.

Yet, a deep, sorrowful sadness flickered in her eyes. At the same time, I moved to another sofa and sat up straight. I knew that what she was about to recount was a story I could never forget.

"The document only contains the part about me." She closed her eyes, her voice distant. "Do you know about the xx incident?" "Hmm?" I thought for a moment, then said, "I've heard a little about it, but I was only two years old then. It wasn't until I grew up that I learned bits and pieces from other people. You should know that even now, that matter is still a taboo topic in China." "I was eight years old that year." She still spoke in a calm and clear tone. "My life, and everything that changed afterward, all started from that year."

"My father, Zhao Zhongwen, and my mother, Mi Qiulan, were both high-ranking field agents in the General Staff Intelligence Department, and comrades-in-arms with Zhang Fusheng. They fought on the covert front for many years, their cover identity being professors at the School of International Relations at Beijing University. Using this convenient identity, they frequently traveled abroad, befriending elites in Western high society, and through tireless efforts, eventually forged a seemingly very good 'friendship' with that Duke Buckrich."

"Throughout the 1980s, due to the Cold War between the US and the Soviet Union, our country was a cooperative partner that NATO countries tried their best to win over. Under these circumstances, Buckley also came to China at the invitation of my parents. This British duke, who was over sixty years old at the time, had lost his wife early and had no children. But he was an extraordinary figure with a net worth of nearly 10 billion pounds, who began to organize and create the secret society called 'The British Empire's Alliance' at the age of fifty." "

In his youth, he served in World War II as a member of the Goldman Squad, the predecessor of the British SAS. After the war, he was transferred to the Queen's Royal Lancers Regiment under the 4th Armoured Brigade of the 1st Armoured Division of the British Army as a colonel. Four years later, he was promoted to brigadier general and commander of the 4th Armoured Brigade and was made a baron. He retired in 1956 with the rank of major general."

"My future adoptive father was actually a stubborn man who was determined to restore the former glory of the British Empire. Of course, he also understood that without his own power, this wish would never be realized. So, after retiring from the military, he began to work hard. Lacking prestige, he used his baronial status to desperately maneuver among the noble or commoner members of the British Parliament; lacking financial resources, he used his connections from his military days to start buying arms and smuggling drugs from underdeveloped countries in Asia, Africa, and Latin America."

"After more than a decade of hard work and initial accumulation, he finally jumped three ranks in his peerage, acquiring the title of Duke for life, a position that allowed him to enter the House of Lords, and a vast fortune. Subsequently, the 'British Alliance' was born under his leadership. This secret society, ostensibly dedicated to helping the sick, disabled, and poor, spread goodwill in British society through its commitment to education, charity, social welfare, war relief, and public aid. Secretly, however, it focused on promoting the glorious deeds and great image of British rulers during the colonial era in former British colonies; lobbying, bribing, and cultivating relationships with local dignitaries and powerful figures for its own use." "

For local leaders who refused to comply and harbored hatred towards Britain, the society would resort to inciting ethnic conflict, provoking disputes, framing, and even kidnapping, assassination, and installing new proxies to subdue them."

"Gradually, the organization's sphere of influence expanded. India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, Belize, Guyana, Trinidad and Tobago, Jamaica, Vanuatu, Papua New Guinea, Malaysia, Singapore, Myanmar, Thailand, Brunei, South Africa, Nigeria, Lesotho, Botswana, Ghana, Somalia, Sudan, Congo, and C?te d'Ivoire. These countries and regions, large and small, all had agents working for the organization. Among them were high-ranking government officials, party leaders, wealthy families, scholars, tribal elders, warlords, businessmen, gangsters, and drug lords."

"Within the UK, the influence of these organizations has become extremely powerful. Their infiltration is particularly effective in the economic and military intelligence spheres. In the former, they hold significant shareholdings in large corporations such as BP, HSBC, Aviva, Barclays, Rio Tinto, Bae Systems, Imperial Tobacco, Worsley, and AstraZeneca. In the latter, they have cultivated and placed numerous key members within MI5, MI6, and the National Communications Intelligence Service." "

Not only that, he also established two private armed forces. One operates as a legitimate military security and defense company, known as 'Arthur's Shield.' The other, a covert force, is the Arctic Fox, which I belong to." "

The Arctic Fox has only thirty officially combat members. They answer only to Buckridge, and occasionally are hired by some of his close friends. Executing highly classified missions that violate international law, targeted eliminations, kidnappings, and assassinations are the most common things we do—"

"Wait a minute." I interrupted her narration, "Does this have anything to do with the xx incident and your parents?"

"This is the important part." She opened her eyes, paused slightly, and a clear look of sorrow swept out the cockpit window. "After the xx incident, Western countries, led by NATO, began to impose sanctions and blockades on our country. They also took in a large number of democrats and intellectuals who were dissatisfied with our ruling party. These people have been slandering and defaming the ruling party internationally, causing a very bad diplomatic impact on the country. Even more detrimental is that many military cooperation projects already underway with Western countries have come to a standstill or even been terminated.

Of course, some intelligence networks that had already been established in NATO member states have also been basically destroyed." "In this critical situation, Zhang Fusheng, who was in charge of rebuilding the European intelligence network at the time, is now Deputy Chief of Staff Zhang. He was ordered by his superiors to direct my parents to carry out a special infiltration plan codenamed 'Jing Ke'."

"The plan was quickly put into action. My parents, ostensibly experts and professors, publicly feigned criticism of the domestic political system, and at the end of that year, they fled to England with me, who was only eight years old at the time."

"Barkrich, who had a good personal relationship with my parents, took us in. Under orders from above, my parents revealed their identities as spies to him from the beginning, and with the cooperation of their superiors, they completely dismantled the last few important secret intelligence outposts established in Britain for the British intelligence service. Thus, they transformed themselves into the head of MI5's intelligence operations in the Far East, becoming veritable traitors." "

Two years later, my parents uncovered some true details about Barkrich's actions. Simultaneously, under his deliberate influence over the past two years, they readily joined the British Empire. And I, obedient and even somewhat timid at that time, was deeply favored by the childless Barkrich."

"Just as my parents' positions within MI5 and the British Empire were rising, the real killing blow from domestic intelligence began to unfold. They used various means to bribe several long-established Chinese gangs in Britain, and ambushed and killed my parents on their way to work in the early morning!" "Ah!?" I was stunned by this statement. After a long while, I hesitantly asked, "Weren't they already infiltrated? Why, why are they still—" "

Those who voluntarily defected halfway through will always be suspected, no matter how hard they try." Her eyes were already filled with tears. But not a single word slipped out. "The night before they died, they took me to Buckrich's castle.

I still remember what my father whispered in my ear before he left: 'Child, no matter what happens, you must always remember that you are Chinese!'" "Could it be—" My mind raced, and suddenly something occurred to me. "Your parents were actually assassins! Everything they did was to gain Buckrich's, or the British intelligence agency's, absolute trust in someone else who had infiltrated them! Isn't that right?"

"You're right. But at that time, that person hadn't actually entered those places you mentioned yet." I was confused by her ambiguous words. "Haven't infiltrated yet? What do you mean?" "The ultimate implementer of that plan had a code name, he was called—" She quietly stroked a stray strand of hair that had been ruffled by the sea breeze, her calm tone carrying a thunderous meaning. "Young Master!!!" "It's you!" I opened my mouth wide again, not for any other reason, but because I had read the document that Deputy Chief of Staff Zhang had given me at noon. The document clearly states that Yanwu's code name is "Young Master"!

"How about it? A crazy, bold, and imaginative plan. Isn't it?" She turned her face away, avoiding my gaze. "A couple who were willing to give up their lives, futures, even their offspring for the country. As their child, what can I say? Everything for the country, everything for the cause—that's what their generation pursued throughout their lives."

"What a Jing Ke assassination attempt on the King of Qin, the prince offering his head." Having fully grasped the cause and effect, I sighed slightly. "First, sacrifice a group of people to infiltrate the enemy; then, when the tide rises, have your own people kill them. In this way, they not only solidify their reputation as traitors but also pave the way for their descendants to truly infiltrate the enemy in the future." "After my parents died, Buckrich adopted me." She turned her head back, the previously dazzling tears gone. His tone remained as cold as it had been at the beginning. "And he also explicitly told me that my parents died at the hands of us Chinese, to intensify my hatred for my motherland. When I grew up, he could send me back to China to play a crucial role as a pawn in his game." "

From the age of twelve, under his careful tutelage, I learned various subjects. He hired experts in each field at great expense. Every morning I studied political education and the law of the business jungle; in the afternoons I studied traditional British culture and art. When I turned eighteen, he sent me to that private military training camp that I will never forget." "So how did you get in touch with General Zhang?" I continued.

“While I was in Thailand for surgery,” she touched her cheek, “the domestic military intelligence had been monitoring my progress. The actual commander of that plan, Zhang Fusheng, whom we met at noon, approached me the very night I arrived in Thailand and revealed the entire plan to me. Not only that, he also showed me the audio and video recordings my parents had prepared before their defection.” “So, you agreed. You became this double agent?” I rubbed my nose and said softly.

“No, I did it for myself.” She smiled, but there was a chilling indifference in her smile. “This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. The only purpose of the weak is to become stepping stones and pawns for the strong to achieve success! To avoid being devoured, you have to climb to the top of the food chain—no matter the cost!” “I understand that all too well,” I nodded softly.

"I am not the same person I once was." Her tone carried a chilling, domineering aura. "The aging Bakrich is dead. I have risen to become one of the five main leaders of the British Empire, and Arctic Fox is under my control. Add to that my dual identity as an agent of both the British National Communications Intelligence Service and the Chinese General Staff Intelligence Department. What else could trouble me?"

After listening for a while, I smiled, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. With the thick white smoke came my almost self-deprecating words: "I've known you for over a year, and to be honest, before today, I thought I completely understood you. But after meeting General Zhang, seeing that document, and hearing all this, I realized how ignorant and superficial I was." "But now, you know completely." She stood up again, walked to the control panel, and stood with her hands behind her back. Her graceful posture and cold aura left a deep impression on me.

"Is Lü Guoqiang also someone Bakrich trained?" After a while, I stubbed out my cigarette and asked again.

She shook her head and slowly said, "Lu has no idea of my adoptive father's true strength, nor is he a member of the British Empire. You might not believe it, but the reason he was chosen by my adoptive father was simply because of something I said back then." "Oh? What did you say?" I looked curious and waited for her answer.

"Ten years ago, he visited my adoptive father's castle. At that time, my adoptive father was already very enthusiastic about collecting precious antiques and famous paintings from all over the world. He was especially interested in China, an Eastern country with a long history and many treasures—"

"That's true!" I nodded in agreement, and then continued, "In the past hundred years or so, how many cultural relics have they plundered from us? I think, if your parents hadn't passed away, then this task of stealing and selling domestic cultural relics to Bakrich wouldn't be being done by Lü Guoqiang, would it?"

"Yes." She picked up the conversation, "After seeing him from afar at my adoptive father's castle that time, I noticed him. Because at that time, he looked very dejected and very dispirited. Later, during a conversation with my adoptive father, I learned that his name was Lü Guoqiang. He was an art teacher at a university in China, and also an unknown oil painter. As for the reason for his dejected and dispirited state—" "At that time, he had just divorced his ex-wife not long ago." I answered.

"Hmm." She continued, switching the yacht back to manual control, "At the time, he was filled with anxiety about the future and happened to be sent to England by the university for a research and exchange program. Fate is sometimes quite interesting; it just so happened that an ordinary Chinese university teacher met a powerful and influential British duke in an unassuming English pub." "

My adoptive father told me that Lü Guoqiang was a man who was unwilling to settle for mediocrity. He craved wealth and had an extremely strong desire for power. But he was also very cautious. You could say that at that time, he was just an ordinary person living in contradiction." "You should understand that at that time, I had no idea what the real reason for my parents' deaths was. Coupled with my ignorance and my adoptive father's usual teachings, I deeply resented people from China.

So, I quoted a classic line from Shakespeare's plays to my adoptive father: 'The glory of the world often arises from sin; for worldly fame, one sacrifices one's conscience.'" "Hearing that sentence..." Afterwards, my adoptive father was very puzzled. But soon, he understood.

Not long after, Lü Guoqiang returned to China. And six months later, several precious antiques and paintings from China appeared in my adoptive father's private exhibition hall, and as time went on, more and more of these items appeared. "So it was you who led Lü Guoqiang into this abyss of sin." I leaned back on the sofa, my tone detached. "Everyone has selfish desires. It's just that some people encounter opportunities to let their selfish desires be fully released. Most people, however, will never have such an opportunity in their lives; they can only spend their ordinary and mediocre lives complaining, daydreaming, and indulging in fantasies."

"Four years ago, after I had established myself within the British intelligence community, Arctic Fox, and the UK's National Communications Intelligence Service, my adoptive father handed over his organizational power in the Far East to me."

She continued, still speaking as if it were her own business. "During this time, I discovered that Lü Guoqiang had used the initial funds he earned from helping my adoptive father smuggle domestic cultural relics to organize the processing and trafficking of a new type of drug, methamphetamine. Moreover, his drug sales network covered the entire southeastern coastal region of China. At the same time, he also established a criminal gang headed by Shi Jiaran and infiltrated high-ranking officials in Dongzhou City, intensifying his cultivation of his network of connections." "

I reported this situation to my adoptive father. At that time, he was already in poor health and didn't have much time left. He immediately gave me instructions: to get rid of Lü Guoqiang, who had been blinded by wealth and power. At the same time, to seize all the money he had earned from drug trafficking. But the methods had to be secretive, so as not to give the domestic authorities any grounds for complaint."

"The reason for this is quite simple. Many companies controlled by the British Alliance have already invested and operated in the Chinese market. If we openly target Lü Guoqiang, and he, in desperation, exposes his affair with my adoptive father in buying Chinese cultural relics, it will inevitably cause immeasurable damage to my adoptive father's reputation in China." "

Furthermore, with the help of British intelligence, the British Alliance has gradually planted a group of spies within China. If, because of Lü, the British Alliance comes under the watchful eye of domestic security agencies, all the hard work they've put into building a foundation in China will be destroyed."

"Heh." I grinned and stood up, walking to her side, teasingly saying, "Barkrich never imagined that his British Alliance was already under the watchful eye of domestic military intelligence. The guy he painstakingly trained to deal with domestic intelligence turned out to be a double agent."

"Yes!" She smiled charmingly, smoothing her long hair with one hand, and continued,

"So, I didn't immediately begin carrying out his orders. Instead, I first sent out a 'spy' to infiltrate Lü Guoqiang's inner circle. Then I recruited a down-on-his-luck Englishman and had him slowly approach Lü Guoqiang according to my pre-arranged steps." "I knew it—" I shrugged. "Richard was just someone you used to mislead Lü Guoqiang, wasn't he?"

"Of course," she replied affirmatively. Before I could speak, she continued, "More than a year ago, after my adoptive father passed away, I officially launched my operation. After returning to China, I conducted some investigations and learned about Lü Guoqiang's students. Ultimately, I selected Guan Li from among them as the third 'spy' to approach Lü Guoqiang." "The third 'spy'? Someone else you sent out four years ago?" I widened my eyes, full of questions.

"That person," she said, gesturing with her hand.

"Ah! So it was him! No wonder—" Realizing who it was, I rubbed my nose and thought silently.

"You already know what happened next, so I won't go into details." Holding the helm and looking ahead, she saw my silence and continued, "From now on, you'll be working for me. What are your thoughts?" "Nothing much." I smiled with relief and reached out to tidy her long hair, which was ruffled by the sea breeze. Gazing at her delicate face, I said softly, "It's what General Zhang said: 'Through life and death, I'll fight alongside you.'"

She wasn't startled by my sudden, seemingly ambiguous action. Instead, she looked me up and down before asking with a double meaning, "Are you sure? You really have to do it this way?" I lowered my head, my gaze wandering towards the spiral staircase at the rear of the cockpit.

After a long pause, she finally withdrew her gaze, raised her head, and resolutely said in a deep voice, "No regrets!" "

Whatever." She raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Madman!" "You too," I retorted, then turned and strode out of the cabin. (To be continued)

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