Struggle at the End of the Road (Part 1)

Water splashed onto Zhao Jianling's face, jolting the unconscious policewoman back to reality. She found herself kneeling in the bathtub, being washed by the wicked Hu Jidong.
Her naked body was covered in the man's semen, and her genitals, buttocks, and breasts throbbed with pain, clearly indicating that Hu Jidong had ravaged her during her unconsciousness with various methods such as breast sex. Her arms were still bound behind her back with her belt, rendering her immobile. The man held her hair in one hand and gripped the showerhead with the other, washing away the filth from her body.
Zhao Jianling's first thought was whether Zheng Xiaoye had returned. If Zheng Xiaoye had returned, and she was in Hu Jidong's hands, unconscious, then the man would have enough leverage to coerce Zheng Xiaoye; she might already be captured by Hu Jidong. Of course, it was also possible that Zheng Xiaoye hadn't returned yet.
“Officer Zhao, you’re awake? I really didn’t know where Officer Zheng went. Why hasn’t he come back yet? But it doesn’t matter, having you here is enough to satisfy my desires. Hahaha!”
Hearing this, a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in Zhao Jianling’s heart. The fact that Zheng Xiaoye hadn’t fallen into Hu Jidong’s hands reassured her somewhat. More importantly, according to Hu Jidong’s words, it seemed that quite a bit of time had passed. She clearly remembered the man saying that the drug’s effects lasted for an hour; perhaps that time had already passed.
The policewoman struggled, though her arms were bound behind her back, rendering the struggle futile, but it was noticeably stronger than before. Hu Jidong didn’t even notice her movements. In the man’s eyes, it was perfectly normal for a strong and chaste female detective like Zhao Jianling to struggle while bound and humiliated.
“Ah! Let me go! Let me go!”
Zhao Jianling shouted, trying to distract Hu Jidong while continuing to struggle, testing the recovery of her strength. The fact that the man hadn’t bound her feet became her hope for escape. However, Hu Jidong was also a skilled fighter, and the policewoman's current skills were far from normal; she had no chance of defeating him. Therefore, she had to wait for an opportunity.
Hu Jidong said, "Officer Zhao, letting you go won't help. You're too weak right now; you're no match for me. You'd better just let me have my way, and maybe I'll let you go."
Clearly, the man was completely absorbed in humiliating the policewoman and had long forgotten the danger. The clear water washed Zhao Jianling's pure and beautiful body clean, making it shimmer with a holy light, which Hu Jidong found even more mesmerizing. Looking at her firm, pointed breasts covered with a layer of water, he swallowed hard. After turning off the shower, the man wrapped his left arm around the policewoman's bound upper body and reached for her legs with his right.
Zhao Jianling's naked body was supported by Hu Jidong's left arm. The man's upper body and right hand were close to her calves. There was no better opportunity. The policewoman's legs suddenly sprang up, her knees slamming into Hu Jidong's head.
The man never expected Zhao Jianling to fight back. Her beautiful legs drew exquisite arcs, heading straight for Hu Jidong's face. This was a carefully prepared attack by the elite policewoman, and even someone like Hu Jidong, who had received professional combat training, could not withstand it. Her left leg arrived first, her knee slamming heavily into his nose, followed by her right leg, striking his chest.
The impact at this moment was, of course, not comparable to the attack when suppressed by the drug. If the bare feet were insufficient to cause damage, the power of the knee strike was considerable. Hu Jidong felt excruciating pain in his chest and nose, his body thrown backward. His head hit the bathroom wall, and he immediately lost consciousness.
The naked policewoman also fell to the ground. She was still in danger; her upper body was tightly bound, a professional binding technique used by Hu Jidong that even the most elite female officers of Interpol couldn't untie themselves. If the man woke up, she still wouldn't be able to escape.
But thanks to Zhao Jianling's meticulous planning, the entire escape plan was thriving. Using her unbound feet, she walked to the mirror in the room. The mirror had been shattered by her head, with a shard of glass protruding outwards. The policewoman turned her back and rubbed the belt binding her wrists against the broken glass.
The bindings were thus released. Considering that Hu Jidong might have subordinates or friends, and that danger lurked in his hotel, Zhao Jianling didn't want to get entangled any further. She put on new clothes, grabbed the necessary items, and immediately darted out of the room.
*** *** *** ***
Daylight broke, and Zhao Jianling sat in a restaurant. A green t-shirt and black trousers accentuated the policewoman's graceful figure, her delicate, fair face enhanced by her dark hair. To avoid attracting attention, she sat quietly in a corner, savoring her breakfast.
There was currently no direct way to reunite with Zheng Xiaoye. In fact, after she escaped Hu Jidong's hotel, Zhao Jianling had been waiting nearby, intending to intercept Zheng Xiaoye upon her return. Unexpectedly, Hu Jidong quickly regained consciousness, and his men appeared everywhere around the hotel.
The policewoman knew that Hu Jidong was clearly wary of her reunion plan, and to avoid falling back into the hands of the criminals, she needed to stay as far away from the hotel as possible. Now, she had to make other plans.
L City was a medium-sized city in V country. The warden of the city's prison, Ruan Yuntian, had met the policewoman several times before in C country. Although Zheng Xiaoye believed that few people could be trusted at present, the facts had proven that her friend Hu Jidong was a complete beast. If Zhao Jianling wanted to get things done in an unfamiliar place, Ruan Yuntian might be the only option.
However, Zhao Jianling didn't know where Ruan Yuntian lived, let alone where the prison in L City was. After some inquiries, she finally learned the location of the L City prison, but it was still early, and Ruan Yuntian was probably still at home.
Just then, a commotion broke out at the restaurant entrance, and more than ten people rushed in. The restaurant staff quickly tried to stop them. The policewoman sitting in the corner only heard these people exchange a few words in V language before the staff stepped aside, and the dozen or so people stormed in aggressively.
As an Interpol agent, she understood several languages, including a little V language, but she couldn't hear clearly because of the distance. An ominous feeling rose in her heart, and the policewoman immediately thought of the gangsters in L City that Hu Jidong had mentioned. In fact, Zhao Jianling felt that Hu Jidong was no simple character, and he had quite a few men under his command. Based on what she had seen and experienced that day, he was not only shrewd and well-informed, but the so-called biggest gang in L City might not be as terrifying as Hu Jidong.
Zhao Jianling could guess that if Zheng Xiaoye returned to Hu Jidong's hotel, Hu Jidong would definitely pretend to know nothing, and might even feign suspicion that a fierce fight had taken place in the room, helping her to come find him, in order to dispel Zheng Xiaoye's suspicions.
However, Zhao Jianling didn't have time to think further, because the group that had broken into the restaurant had dispersed. Two people were guarding the door, while the rest were in small groups, holding a sketch and comparing it to the long-haired woman in the restaurant. The customers in the restaurant were thrown into chaos after being disturbed.
The policewoman was almost certain that this group was from the biggest gang in L City, and the sketch they were holding must be her portrait. At least Hu Jidong was right about one thing: in the relatively chaotic society of V country, L city was indeed full of danger. Due to his special status and knowledge of Boss Zhou's password, he had become a prime target for the underworld.
Clearly, the criminals, through repeated investigations, knew he had been in this area. This was the consequence of his inquiry into the location of the L city prison. Considering that he, a high-ranking officer of Interpol, was being hunted by gangsters, even Zhao Jianling could only laugh and cry at the same time.
It was early morning, and the restaurant wasn't crowded, as most customers were people who had been out all night. Fortunately, the restaurant was dimly lit, and the thugs hadn't yet noticed the policewoman in the corner. However, judging from the current situation, they would soon be there.
Under normal circumstances, a highly skilled policewoman wouldn't be afraid of more than ten people. But after being repeatedly assaulted the day before and spending the night out on the streets without rest, her strength, reaction time, and agility were all greatly diminished. She was almost certain that if these dozen or so people attacked all at once, she wouldn't be a match for them, so she had to find a way to escape.
Although the back door of the restaurant seemed unguarded, the intelligent policewoman knew it was nothing more than a simple trap. Most people in this situation would try to escape through there before being caught, simplifying the entire mission. There must be a considerable number of people guarding the back door; otherwise, it wouldn't be in line with the style of a powerful gang.
The dim lighting, spacious area, and chaotic situation inside the restaurant provided Zhao Jianling with the perfect conditions for escape. Zhao Jianling stood up naturally and chose a winding route towards the main entrance.
The policewoman's movements were meticulously planned; in the dim light, she skillfully weaved through the scattered thugs unnoticed. If the lighting were brighter, the space narrower, or the situation calmer, escape wouldn't have been so easy. In an instant, Zhao Jianling reached the door.
The two thugs guarding the door weren't actually paying attention. They assumed that if the policewoman was in the restaurant, her only escape route would be through the seemingly unguarded back door; they hadn't expected her to appear at the main entrance.
With a gasp, they attacked simultaneously. While Zhao Jianling couldn't handle more than ten thugs, she could easily handle two. She swayed slightly, dodging their attacks, striking one in the face with her right fist and kicking the other in the abdomen with her left.
The two thugs screamed and fell to the ground, allowing the policewoman to escape through the main entrance. The shouts and curses of the thugs echoed behind her; clearly, they had just realized what was happening and were chasing after her. Zhao Jianling dared not linger on the main road, running a few steps before slipping into a side alley. She
emerged from the other end of the alley onto another main road. The road was almost deserted in the early morning. The policewoman had no time to choose; she headed south, only to see two cars pull up in front of her. Seven men emerged from the cars, just a few steps away.
Something unexpected happened. Even the most elite female officer in Interpol was stunned, utterly bewildered. The seven men were walking towards her, clearly unaware of her presence. But Zhao Jianling recognized one of them—Du Zhongjun, the gang leader of L City—because his photo was clearly printed in the file Hu Jidong had given her.
They were only a few steps apart. If Zhao Jianling turned and ran, she would not only expose her identity, but she was also wearing sandals, while the seven thugs, except for Du Zhongjun, were all wearing sneakers, giving them the advantage. The only way now was to walk past naturally, hoping the thugs wouldn't notice or recognize her. If she could just pass them, she could avoid danger.
The seven enemies all walked forward with their heads down, seemingly filled with anger. Suddenly, the policewoman noticed Du Zhongjun pause slightly and look up at her. In fact, Du Zhongjun had only noticed Zhao Jianling's beautiful figure and wanted to see her face. Their eyes met, and the policewoman finally realized she was in trouble.
What Du Zhongjun saw was the policewoman's delicate features, almost identical to all his sketches.
"It's her! Arrest her!" Du Zhongjun ordered, and although his six men rushed forward immediately, they seemed somewhat hurried. Zhao Jianling, however, was prepared first, launching precise punches and kicks, instantly knocking down the first two enemies.
But the policewoman's stamina and speed were diminished, affecting her somewhat. After taking down the first two, her subsequent attacks were parried by the four who followed. Suddenly, Zhao Jianling was surrounded by four thugs, with no room to retreat, and was caught in a fierce battle.
Under normal circumstances, Zhao Jianling would have taken these opponents lightly, but the situation was now quite dire. Her stamina hadn't fully recovered, making her attacks less sharp than usual. Normally, she could take down someone in one or two moves, but now she was struggling to land a blow, and the two who had fallen earlier were getting up and about to join the fight.
The elite policewoman rallied her spirits and calmly fought her opponents. She kicked one of the thugs in the shoulder with her left foot, causing him to stagger backward and fall to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment when one enemy was down, Zhao Jianling's attack suddenly intensified. Another man was punched in the ribs and fell backward.
Although she had knocked down two people, the policewoman's situation did not improve. The other two took advantage of her focus on offense and lack of defense, relentlessly attacking her vital points. Although Zhao Jianling's attacks were successful, she was immediately overwhelmed by the remaining two and had to retreat three steps. Just then, the two thugs who had already stood up arrived and joined the fight.
Although it was still four against one, Zhao Jianling's situation was much more difficult. She had lost the initiative and spent most of her time defending and dodging. Her few attacks were also parried by the thugs. The two thugs who had been knocked down stood up again, creating a six-against-one situation.
Seeing that the situation was becoming extremely dire, the policewoman launched a desperate counterattack. Her palm strikes became a feint to confuse her enemies. Her legs flew up in rapid succession, her jade-like feet in black sandals dangling before their eyes. Three of the six men were struck in succession, falling to the ground. But after a few powerful kicks, Zhao Jianling herself was unsteady on her feet upon landing.
The three thugs who had parried Zhao Jianling's attacks finally found an opening. The instant she landed, they launched a simultaneous counterattack. The highly skilled policewoman couldn't parry all at once. Before she could regain her footing, she was kicked in the chest, her entire body flying through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
During the earlier flurry of kicks, the hem of Zhao Jianling's short-sleeved shirt had billowed high due to the large movements, revealing her snow-white waist. It hadn't fallen back down by the time she landed. Then, as she was kicked again, the hem flipped upwards, revealing a large section of her smooth, bare body.
If the thugs had seized this opportunity to swarm in, they could have immediately captured Zhao Jianling. However, they were all fixated on the policewoman's exposed waist, staring greedily, and forgot to act. Although Zhao Jianling was in pain from the fall, she gritted her teeth, pulled at the hem of her shirt, and stood up again.
Seeing his chance slip away, Du Zhongjun shouted urgently, "Idiots! Why aren't you doing it? Hurry up and grab her!"
Hearing Du Zhongjun's shout, the thugs pounced again. Although the policewoman had escaped capture, she had no time to break free and was instantly surrounded by the thugs, engaging in a new struggle.
Zhao Jianling, severely injured from her fall, had her fighting spirit and agility further diminished, and she felt increasingly overwhelmed from the very beginning of the fight. The thugs, having just witnessed the policewoman's exposed cleavage, were somewhat distracted and their attacks became scattered, unable to gain the upper hand.
Instead, one of them was frequently knocked down. The thugs outnumbered them, and the policewoman's skills were less than 30% of what they usually were, preventing her from inflicting serious damage on the fallen thugs, resulting in a stalemate. However, as the fight dragged on, Zhao Jianling's situation became increasingly dire. In less than five minutes, her rapidly depleting strength made her unable to withstand the men's scattered attacks.
Zhao Jianling made a final, desperate stand, but just as she knocked down one thug, she was slightly slow to dodge, taking a punch to her left cheek and a kick to the abdomen, falling to the right. The elite policewoman struggled to her feet, but was immediately grabbed by the arms by the swarm of thugs and captured.
Her beautifully sculpted arms were twisted by two thugs. The men dragged her in front of Du Zhongjun. Because the policewoman leaned slightly forward, Du Zhongjun cradled her delicate face, his gaze sweeping over her snow-white neck, then down the wide neckline of her undershirt. He saw her loosely clad chest, revealing a hint of cleavage and her bulging pectoral muscles, as smooth as jade.
Du Zhongjun's heart skipped a beat. He said, "Take her back!"
The thugs shoved the captured policewoman into their car, and the car sped away.
*** *** *** ***
Du Zhongjun sat leisurely on the sofa in the living room, several of his men standing behind him, exuding the air of a gangster boss. The other two thugs brought the captured policewoman before him.
Zhao Jianling's arms were tied behind her back, her wrists bound with rope. Two men gripped her upper arms tightly, pulling her upwards and backwards, causing the hem of her green t-shirt to bunch up slightly, revealing glimpses of her fair waist and sexy navel, attracting the attention of most of the men.
The policewoman noticed the men's gazes fixed on her waist and abdomen, realizing her waist was exposed. She struggled to free her bound arms, as lowering her upper arms slightly would allow the t-shirt to completely conceal the exposed areas. But the thugs held her arms firmly, giving her no chance.
Du Zhongjun leaned forward slightly, extending his hand, his fingers sliding lightly across the policewoman's flat stomach beneath her t-shirt and onto her trousers. Zhao Jianling,
both ashamed and furious, cried out, "You beast! Don't touch me!"
Although the elite policewoman had been captured, she didn't give up the chance to resist. While shouting, she raised her left leg, her knee striking the man's outstretched arm. Du Zhongjun felt a sharp pain in his arm and quickly withdrew his hand. The two henchmen who had been standing behind him immediately stepped forward and pinned down Zhao Jianling's legs.
Du Zhongjun, however, did not back down despite the policewoman's resistance; instead, he intensified his actions, reaching out with his other hand. Both hands simultaneously caressed Zhao Jianling's slender, jade-like waist. With her hands bound and legs pinned down, the policewoman, unable to resist, could only groan in shame.
"Ah! Stop! Ah!"
Du Zhongjun said, "First, let me introduce myself. I am Du Zhongjun, a member of a small but powerful gang in the underworld. Although I may not hold much weight in Officer Zhao's eyes, no one in L City dares to disobey me. It is a great honor to meet the renowned Officer Zhao today. I have long heard that Officer Zhao is a pure and virtuous woman, and seeing her today, her body is indeed as white as jade. I thought that Officer Zhao, having fallen into Gu Laosan's hands, would have been thoroughly corrupted, but I did not expect her character to remain so chaste."
As one of the most elite female police officers in the Interpol, she had been captured alive by gangsters, and was not only being physically assaulted but also verbally abused. The female police officer was so ashamed and indignant that she could not speak. Seeing the expression of humiliation on her pure face, and her delicate and beautiful demeanor, Du Zhongjun could not help but soften his heart.
Du Zhongjun withdrew his hands and said, "Officer Zhao is a fearsome figure in Southeast Asia. Although we've captured him today, we have no past grudges or recent conflicts with you, and we don't want to make things difficult for you. As long as Officer Zhao can reveal Boss Zhou's password, we will respectfully escort him back to China."
Despite being in a dangerous situation and having just been humiliated by the thugs, the policewoman showed no fear and said, "I didn't expect you to be after Boss Zhou's savings too, but you'd better give up on that idea. Getting Boss Zhou's password is a pipe dream."
Du Zhongjun said, "Really..." "Strange, Officer Zhao, after being tortured for so long in Gu Laosan's hands, still hasn't gotten used to being a female prisoner. Let me remind you one more time. This is L City, V Country, and you're in my hands again. No one will come to rescue you, and even if I release you, you'll have nowhere to go. The bigwigs and police in L City have close ties with me. Here, you'd better obey me obediently. Otherwise…"
Zhao Jianling was fully aware of her situation, but as a female officer of Interpol, she couldn't submit to a criminal. She lowered her delicate face slightly, staring straight at the ground, ignoring Du Zhongjun's words.
Seeing the female officer's resolute reaction, Du Zhongjun said, "Take her to the torture chamber and torture her severely!"

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