Prisoner Train

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The train slowly came to a stop at a small station called Yangliu, a station that trains usually don't stop at. The sudden stop jolted the drowsy passengers awake, and those who were jolted awake began cursing the train driver's incompetence. Outside the window, it was pitch black, as if someone had accidentally spilled ink in the sky. The platform was indeed very small, and the few dim lights seemed even more chilling in the darkness, with only a few shadowy figures visible.

The female train police officer, in her thirties with a cold expression, returned to the second carriage. She was startled to see so many people and called over the pretty female attendant, questioning her, "I told you to evacuate people, why are they still here?" The attendant replied aggrievedly, "I called them, but they didn't move. They said they'd make room if anyone else came.

"

The police officer angrily retorted, "You're making a scene..." Just then, four or five armed police officers in military uniforms entered the second carriage, followed closely by a dozen prisoners wearing thick blue and white striped uniforms like those worn by the Argentine national football team, their handcuffs gleaming. Then, another seven or eight armed police officers followed, their expressions grave as they entered the train.

The leading officer, an armed policeman wearing yellow epaulets, glanced at the carriage, frowned, and said to the female train police officer, "Sister Yuan, this isn't our first time escorting prisoners. Why is this carriage still..." The female train police officer said, "Today we have a new female attendant who doesn't know about this... Do you think we should clear this carriage?"

The young officer was about to say something when an older officer came up behind him and said,

"Squad Leader Wang, no need. There aren't many people in this carriage. I've traveled this route almost a hundred times. Nothing will happen." Squad Leader Wang said, "However, Captain..." The man waved his hand and then gestured for the prisoners to sit in the empty seats.

Zhu Zi glanced at the prisoners and found that they didn't look like the fierce and menacing prisoners he had imagined. They looked no different from ordinary people. One looked fair-skinned and clean-cut, like a student. Another was in his forties or fifties, wearing tortoise-rimmed glasses and very thin. There was one, who looked like a butcher, with a very burly build, just like Zhang Fei from TV shows. He had just sat down and asked the armed police officers for food and drink. He only quieted down after being scolded a few times. There was also a man in his thirties who was about 1.75 meters tall, with a gleam in his eyes. Zhu Zi felt that this man's expression was too smug, as if he always wanted to burst into laughter.

After everyone sat down, Sister Yuan said to the captain, "Captain Fang, I'm sorry, this time..." Captain Fang laughed and said, "Don't worry, Sister Yuan, don't you know me? I've been coming and going on this road for three or five years, and every time has it been peaceful. I could take down this bunch of petty thieves with one hand." Sister Yuan pretended to be disdainful and said, "You're bragging again. You should be saying you're some kind of Sanda champion from the Armed Police Headquarters, right? You've said it two hundred and seventy-eight times already."

Captain Fang reached out and patted Sister Yuan's buttocks, laughing, "Sister Yuan understands me best. When should we have a training session? Otherwise, Sister Yuan might think I'm not tough enough." The four or five officers all burst into laughter. Sister Yuan slapped his hand away: "Get lost, get lost, a bunch of you and not a single good thing." She smiled sweetly and continued, "I'll get you a bunch of bastards something to eat."

Captain Fang took Sister Yuan's hand, kissed it lightly, and said, "Nothing tastes as good as what's on Sister Yuan." Sister Yuan shook him off, laughing and scolding, "Don't bother me, get lost!" She turned to go to the dining car to get food for Captain Fang and the others. Captain Fang called after them, "Sister Yuan, get us some wine." Several cadres said to Captain Fang, "Captain, are you quite familiar with this young woman? She looks pretty flirtatious, you must have something going on with her." Captain Fang said, "Flirtatious, not really, but actually, she smells quite nice down there." Another person said, "Smelly down there is strange, maybe she's hiding a flower for you, Captain." Captain Fang said, "Not only is there no flower, there's not even grass." The group burst into laughter. All the women in the carriage frowned. The squad leader paused, then said, "Actually, she's not simple; she's a woman with a story..."

At that moment, the female flight attendant walked past the squad leader with her head down. The squad leader called out to her, "I've never seen you before! You just arrived. How old are you? Do you have a boyfriend? Look at all the young, unmarried cadres here. What do you think of that Wang Pai?" Then he called out to Wang Pai, "Wang Pai, come here. I've found you a girlfriend."

The female flight attendant blushed deeply, lowered her head, and didn't speak. She gently bit her lower lip with her white teeth and quickly went into the first carriage. Her crew rest room, the engine room and driver's cab in the locomotive, and the bedrooms of several staff members were all in the first carriage. Wang Pai, also blushing, said to the squad leader, "Squad leader, you're joking with me again." Everyone laughed again.

A little while later, the dining car delivered boxed meals to the armed police escorting the prisoners to the border. Several cadres also had meat and wine, as well as several bottles of beer. The cadres sat facing each other in the six-seater seats and began to drink.

The train had entered nighttime travel, and the announcements had stopped. Most people were fast asleep, their heads resting on their seats. These few armed police officers, who had been shouting and making vulgar remarks since entering, were now drinking, drawing stares from everyone. The officers, oblivious to their surroundings, continued drinking and boasting, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Zhu Zi, having walked too much and traveled too long that day, felt extremely tired. The moment his head hit the table, sleepiness overcame him, and he fell asleep.

The armed police officers were already slightly tipsy. A pretty little girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, walked up to the table and said softly, "Brothers, I'm hungry." One of them said, "Go away, go away, where are your parents?

" The little girl wasn't afraid. She looked at the group, her eyes glazed over, and said pitifully, "I don't have any parents. I have no money, and I haven't eaten for days."

Someone took a sausage from the table and gave it to her. She didn't eat it, not even peeling the skin. She put it in her mouth and sucked on it like she was giving oral sex, occasionally sticking out her tongue to gently lick the tip of the sausage. Yet, she still looked at everyone with a smile. Everyone stopped and looked at this strange little girl. Although they felt she was still young and looked innocent, her actions were very provocative, and they couldn't help but feel their penises getting erect.

Captain Fang's face darkened, and he shouted, "You little brat, what's your name? What do you do for a living?" The little girl smiled and said, "Just call me Little Girl. I'm just a little girl who's short of money and wants to earn some.

"

Captain Fang suddenly realized, "I know, there's a kind of woman called a 'railway prostitute,' who goes out on trains to pick up passengers. Is that what you do?" Little Girl said, "You adults are so mean. I'm just a child, not a prostitute, I just want to earn some money." The cadres then realized that they had met the legendary "railway prostitute," and a young one at that. They couldn't help but look Little Girl over again.

Someone asked, "Girl, how old are you to be doing this?" Little Girl smiled and said, "Twenty-five." Everyone laughed. The man said angrily, "Are you telling me a story?" Little Girl wasn't annoyed and said, "Just enjoy yourself. Why do you care how old I am or what I do? Did I ask you your name or where you work?" Everyone was amazed by her eloquence.

Captain Fang whispered, "Little girl, how much do you want from me if I fuck you once?" Little girl plopped down on Captain Fang's lap, biting his ear and saying, "If you make me feel good, I don't want your money, I just want your sperm, hehe." Captain Fang said, "You little cunt, do you have any hormones?" Little girl said, "Then feel it."

Saying that, she grabbed Captain Fang's hand and pulled it into her pants. Captain Fang felt the tiny slit, and when he put his hand in, he felt it was small and tight, but he also felt a slight ripple inside, which was indeed aroused. This reminded him of his daughter's cunt. His daughter had just started fifth grade this year. A few times when he was bathing her, he saw her tender little hole and couldn't help but reach down and touch it. His daughter was startled and later told his wife. His wife knew that he had always been a lecher, but she never expected to touch his daughter's genitals. She gave him a good scolding.

As his daughter grew older, she avoided him when bathing. Today, a single touch caused his penis to swell up as if it were about to burst. He began to apply pressure, and the little girl cried out, "Ah!" Captain Fang quickly withdrew his hand, glancing around to see if anyone had seen. After all, he was a high-ranking government official and a soldier; he couldn't bear to hold a young girl like that in public. The little girl asked, "So, are we still going to do it?" Captain Fang asked softly, "Where?"

The little girl said, "I'm fine with anything, I can do it here, are you okay with that?" Captain Fang hurriedly asked, "How can we do it here? My soldiers are watching." He glanced down again to see if anyone who wasn't asleep was watching them.

The little girl said, "I usually serve my guests in the toilet..." Captain Fang readily agreed and pulled the little girl up, heading towards the toilet. Wang, the platoon leader, called from behind, "Captain, the detachment commander repeatedly said before we came that we can't afford any other problems this time..." Captain Fang waved his hand impatiently behind him. The other cadres chuckled and stopped Wang Pai, saying, "Let him be. Old Fang's just reverting to his old habits. Don't worry about him, let's keep drinking."

Xiao Ya slipped into the toilet. Captain Fang went in and locked the door, ignoring the faint stench emanating from the sewage. He pulled Xiao Ya over and said, "Kiss my tongue, you little slut who's been selling yourself since you were a kid." Xiao Ya obediently bit Captain Fang's tongue and sucked on it. Her little tongue tip was incredibly smooth, gently touching Captain Fang's tongue.

Captain Fang then pulled off Xiao Ya's shirt and discovered that her breasts were like two cute little duck eggs, just beginning to develop, far from mature, like budding lotus leaves just beginning to peek out. The areolas were faintly visible, topped with two pretty pink, grape-like nipples, or rather, two raisins.

Asian women's nipples are mostly brown, unlike the pink of European and American women's, which looks particularly sexy. Today, the little girl's nipples, due to her young age, exuded a captivating fragrance unique to young girls. The squad leader, whose large hands were used to handling weapons, knew nothing of tenderness and began to relentlessly knead her underdeveloped breasts, causing the little girl to groan softly in pain.

The squad leader, even more excited, pulled his tongue out of the little girl's mouth and said, "Little girl, suck my cock."

"Xiao Ya responded and went to unbuckle Fang Dui's belt. Her hand touched something hard on Fang Dui's waist and she asked in a daze, "Big brother, what is this?" Fang Dui laughed and said, "It's my gun, little beauty." Xiao Ya said, "Then which gun should I kiss?" Fang Dui laughed even harder, took off the gun and hung it on the coat hook in the toilet, and said, "Little beauty, let's begin."

Xiao Ya took off his underwear, and Fang Dui's thick and long bird jumped out of it, which startled Xiao Ya. Her small hand gently touched the bulging veins and said with some concern, "It's so big, won't it split me in two?"

Fang Dui said, "If you listen to me obediently, I will slowly make it less painful for you..." Xiao Ya swallowed Fang Dui's big penis into her mouth, but her cherry mouth was less than an inch long and the inside was small. Even when it was full, it could only fit Fang Dui's big penis about halfway in. Fang Dui felt his genitals inside Xiao Ya's soft, warm mouth. His glans could clearly feel the walls of her mouth, her tongue, and her teeth…

The sensation was indescribable. Fang Dui felt a tingling, itchy sensation in his glans, and he almost ejaculated. He calmed himself, and his large penis slowly began to move in and out of Xiao Ya's mouth. Xiao Ya's face was flushed red, her mouth stuffed full, and she stammered, trying to say something. The more Fang Dui looked at her face, the deeper his wicked thoughts became. This was just a beautiful young woman about the same age as his daughter, yet she was giving him oral sex.

This lewd thought made him thrust faster and harder. Finally, his glans sprayed a thick, fishy-smelling fluid into Xiao Ya's throat. Xiao Ya couldn't take it anymore and forcefully spat his penis out of her mouth. She felt a sticky sensation in her throat, like phlegm she couldn't cough up, causing her to cough violently and gasp for breath. Fangdui's penis was still ejaculating, white fluid sliding down Xiaoya's delicate face.

Fangdui couldn't believe he'd ejaculated in this little angel's mouth in less than five minutes. Feeling resentful, he touched Xiaoya's nipple and said, "Next, I should shoot where you are." Xiaoya replied, "You've already shot, now it's my turn."

Fangdui stared at Xiaoya in disbelief. His semen was still flowing down her face, but she wore a strange, eerie smile. In front of that smile was the dark muzzle of a pistol, pointed directly at him. He could see the glistening black gun oil he'd applied to the threaded barrel before boarding the train. Wasn't this the pistol he'd just hung on his coat hook?

He wanted to scream, but it was too late. The even cuter pistol in the cute little angel's hand made a crisp sound, but it was drowned out by the rumble of the train, leaving only a gaudy stain of blood on the toilet mirror.

Xiao Ya returned with a smile, looking at the military officers still drinking, and said, "Your Captain Fang looks really strong, but he's not good at all. He came in after only a couple of rounds, leaving me, Xiao Ya, not even satisfied... Sigh, is there anyone else who can do it better?"

Everyone laughed, and one of them said, "Old Fang looks pretty good, but seeing you, little girl, give up so quickly today, is it because you're too tight down there? Come here, let me feel it." Xiao Ya wasn't afraid of him and took two steps forward. The man put his hand inside Xiao Ya's clothes and said, "Your waist is so slender." Xiao Ya leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Feel down, there's something even thinner and narrower." The man stretched his hand down and felt that Xiao Ya's lower body was completely bare, smooth and lovely. A small slit was like a pool of clear water, or a clear spring. It felt slightly damp to the touch, and the tender flesh that protruded slightly trembled under the man's rough hand. He used his fingernail to pinch Xiao Ya's tender vulva slightly.

Xiao Ya cried out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill but not falling, making her look all the more pitiful. She softly cursed, "You filthy men are so bad." The others laughed, "Xiao Gang, you bullied this girl! You pinched her so badly, do you still want to play with us?" Xiao Gang laughed even louder.

Wang Pai asked Xiao Ya, "Where's our captain?"

Xiao Ya said softly, "I've already taken his life."

The crowd chuckled again, asking, "When are you going to take our lives?" Xiao Ya said softly, "One by one, I'll take all your lives in a bit." Xiao Gang's hand was still inside Xiao Ya's pants when he said, "Then what are we waiting for? Go take my life!" As he spoke, his fingers dug into Xiao Ya's anus. Xiao Ya pulled his hand out and gently put the rough fingers into her mouth, sucking on them forcefully. Everyone was stunned.

The cadre named Xiaogang and Xiaoya went into another toilet in the carriage hand in hand. As soon as Xiaogang came in, he pulled down Xiaoya's pants, revealing her round, plump little bottom. Compared to the immature look, it had more of a womanly charm, but it didn't give people a sense of uncleanliness like a fully developed woman. It was a completely clean bottom and a clean vagina.

Xiao Gang felt his breathing quicken. He bent down and kissed Xiao Ya's anus, his tongue already inside. The slightly sweet and sour taste of her anus gave him intense stimulation. His tongue traced the edge of her chrysanthemum petals, making Xiao Ya giggle. She said,

"How can this be? This is what we do for our guests, how can we let our guests do it for us?" Xiao Gang asked, "You do oral sex for us too?"

Xiao Ya turned around. "Well, it depends on who gets to do it." Her eyes were full of allure, making Xiao Gang lose his senses. He hurriedly bent over, pulled down his pants and underwear, and saw that his anus was covered with curly black and yellow hair. He patted his buttocks, indicating that Xiao Ya's tongue should go inside.

Unfortunately, he only felt a cold, metallic object being inserted into his body. Xiao Gang even turned back and laughed:

"What are you doing, you little brat?" He found the girl's face, colder than iron, staring at him. Then he heard a gunshot, but the sound came from inside his body.

The girl searched his body, finding a gleaming set of keys on him. She put them in her pocket, leaned his body against the door, and waited for her to leave. The body would be against the door, giving the impression that someone was inside but had forgotten to lock it. She washed her hands at the sink, smoothed her hair, and calmly walked out.

Most of the soldiers on duty guarding the prisoners were fast asleep, and even the sentry on duty seemed to be drifting off to sleep. As the girl walked by, the soldier, startled awake, said, "Don't come any closer.

" The girl exclaimed, "Oh!" and said, "It's me, a little kid. Why are you, a grown soldier, so scared?

" Seeing it was the girl, the soldier's eyes were fixed on her breasts. Looking around to make sure no superiors were watching, he whispered,

"Did those two finish on you?" The girl laughed, "Yes, they did." The soldier relaxed. The girl asked, "Why aren't you sleeping here while everyone else is?" The soldier huffed, "Damn it, a bunch of beasts! Why should I be the one guarding the prisoners? So what if they've been in the army a little longer? What's so great about that…?"

The girl said, "I love soldiers. Their dicks have a special flavor. We girls call soldiers' dicks 'weapons.' Hehe." Seeing no one was watching, the soldier ran his hand over the girl's chest and whispered, "Little sister, can I try my weapon too?" The girl's smile faded. She said coldly, "Do you think I'm supporting the military today? Not a single one paid. Your leader pretended to be drunk in the toilet after he finished, refusing to pay. Go and help him back." The soldier looked at her and said, "I'm on duty..." The girl said, "Fine, I don't want to do business with you soldiers. You're stingy, always thinking about taking advantage. You're ruthless when it comes to paying." The soldier thought it was just a matter of helping the captain back, nothing serious. He placed his Type 81 automatic rifle on the chair and followed the girl to the toilet.

He saw that the toilet door was half-open, and he could vaguely see a person's feet sticking out. He called out "Captain" as he walked over, but suddenly noticed a pool of blood still flowing at the captain's feet. He stared at the girl in surprise, "You...you..." The girl looked at him with an innocent smile, but there was something eerie about her smile, making it hard to tell if she was an angel or a devil.

The soldier felt a pair of large hands gripping his chin. All the combat techniques and sentry counterattacks he had practiced were rendered useless. Before he could even struggle, he heard a crack—the sound of his cervical spine breaking. Without uttering a sound, he collapsed to the ground.

Platoon Leader Wang, half-asleep, was still dreaming when he heard the sound. He instinctively opened his eyes and saw one of his soldiers being knocked to the ground by a tall, burly man with a thick beard. Standing beside him was a strange-looking little girl. He shouted, "What are you doing?" and reached for the rifle the soldier had left on his seat. But suddenly, two large hands reached out from behind him, and the butcher-like prisoner forcefully put handcuffs around his neck.

Wang Pai reacted swiftly and calmly. He grabbed the prisoner's wrist with his left hand, slapped his groin with his right hand, and stepped on the man's instep with his right foot. The three moves were executed in one smooth motion. The prisoner was hit in two places, especially in his groin, and felt a little pain. Wang Pai loosened his grip a bit. He then increased the force of his grip and actually lifted the prisoner's massive body from behind onto his shoulder before slamming him heavily onto the floor in front of him.

Wang Pai shook off the butcher and reached for the gun. A young prisoner of medium build with a smug expression kicked the gun far away and shouted, "Brothers, let's fight!" The prisoners who had been soundly asleep woke up all at once. They had been feigning sleep and were now wrestling with the armed police officers beside them. Although the officers outnumbered them, they were caught off guard. Some were subdued while still asleep, while others reacted quickly and engaged the prisoners in combat. However, the confined space of the train carriage meant that their training, which focused on wide-ranging fighting techniques, was now reduced to a contest of strength and courage.

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Wang Pai felt a cold sweat trickle down his back. These prisoners were serious criminals convicted of murder and robbery, and they had clearly come prepared. He wondered what the captain and other officers were doing. He didn't have time to think further and threw a long punch at the smug-looking prisoner.

Wang Pai had only recently graduated from command school and, unlike officers who had served long in the military, hadn't forgotten everything he learned while drinking, gambling, and womanizing. Moreover, Wang Pai had earned a second-class merit for participating in the brigade's free-fighting competition while in school. His punch was powerful and imposing; an ordinary person couldn't withstand even one blow. Yet, the prisoner, despite being handcuffed, seemed unfazed, dodging the punch with a flick of his head and simultaneously raising his right knee to strike Wang Pai's abdomen.

Wang Pai, surprised that this man was such a master, quickly blocked with his elbow, the impact leaving his arms slightly numb.

Wang Pai shouted, "This will only worsen your punishment! Stop!" He didn't expect this to stop them; he only hoped to summon Captain Fang and the other soldiers. Because of the mission, they were supposed to be issued more guns, but due to recent incidents involving firearms and ammunition within the armed police force, management had been tightened. This time, only Captain Fang was issued a pistol, and the sentry on duty had a rifle. Captain Fang was nowhere to be seen; perhaps he had already met with misfortune. The rifle was right in front of him; if he could just shoot the man in front of him and get the rifle, there was still a sliver of a chance of victory.

Without a second thought, Wang Pai unleashed a flurry of punches—a horizontal kick, a straight punch, and a front kick—in an instant. The prisoner, caught in the storm of blows, was like a small boat adrift on a raging tempest, teetering on the brink of capsizing, yet managing to stay afloat after each wave subsided. Occasionally, he would counterattack, forcing Wang Pai to retreat a few steps. The more Wang Pai fought, the more anxious he became. Most of his armed police officers were already subdued by the prisoner; if he didn't defeat this mysterious man soon, he would be utterly defeated.

With a fierce roar, he leaped at the man, his lunge carrying immense force. The man had no chance to dodge and was caught in Wang Pai's embrace around the waist.

Once Wang Pai succeeded, he grabbed the man and rolled on the spot, completely disregarding the fact that their heads and bodies would hit the chair legs. The man could have pushed Wang Pai away with his hands, but his hands were restrained by handcuffs, so he couldn't use his full strength. In the struggle, Wang Pai pinned him down. Wang Pai delivered an elbow strike, causing the man's nose to bleed profusely. Just as he was about to throw a second punch, he felt something hard pressing against his head.

Xiao Ya pointed the *sensitive information filter* pistol at Wang Pai's head and said, "You're a good person, I won't kill you. Slowly stand up and put your hands on your head."

Wang Pai slowly stood up from the man, suddenly reaching out with both hands to grab Xiao Ya's pistol. This move was swift and unexpected, but Xiao Ya was prepared. She took a step back, raised her hand without looking, and fired a shot, killing the cadre who had been drinking and joking with Captain Fang earlier and was now cowering in a ball. The bullet hit him right between the eyebrows, and blood gushed out of his brain like a fountain, his expression horrifying.

This shot silenced the previously chaotic carriage. Several girls were so terrified by the sight of the corpse that they couldn't even scream, biting their fingers and speechless with shock.

Xiao Ya said to Wang Pai, "I don't want to kill you, and you'd better not have any ulterior motives." She casually tossed a bunch of keys to the prisoners on the ground. Wang Pai could only slowly put his hands behind his head. By then, the prisoners had subdued all the soldiers. Those who wanted to resist were caught off guard by the fact that these men killed without batting an eye. Who would dare to make a move?

The arrogant-looking prisoner got up from the ground, unlocked his handcuffs, passed the key to the prisoner behind him, wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, and smiled gently at Wang Pai, saying, "Very good, very good." Wang Pai said seriously, "This will only make you sink deeper into evil. You should confess and submit to the law as soon as possible..." The man gently interrupted Wang Pai, saying, "You are the most capable fighter I have ever seen. I couldn't beat you when I was handcuffed, but I will definitely defeat you when I have the chance. But today..." He was still smiling, but suddenly his expression changed, and he threw a punch, as fast as lightning, hitting Wang Pai squarely in the face. Wang Pai felt stars flash before his eyes, his nose stung, and tears and snot flowed uncontrollably. He fell to the ground.

The man picked up the Type 81 automatic rifle, walked in front of Wang Pai, and struck him on both shoulders with the butt of the rifle. Wang Pai felt the pain in his shoulders as if it were drilling into his heart, and even breathing was painful. Both of his arms had been dislocated.

By this time, Zhu Zi had already woken up. Seeing the armed police fighting with the prisoners, he wanted to rush over to help, but then Xiao Ya shot and killed one of the officers. Zhu Zi's heart skipped a beat; he knew that if he went up, he would only be throwing his life away. So he remained still and waited for things to change.

Xiao Ya looked at the man, her eyes full of tenderness, and called out, "Big Brother..." The man turned around and looked at Xiao Ya tenderly as well. Because Xiao Ya was not tall, he supported her waist with one hand and held his Type 81 rifle in the other. He kissed her, and this kiss was completely oblivious to everyone else. It was not like the fear and uncertainty of a prisoner who had just escaped and killed someone; it was more like lovers who had not seen each other for a long time in a park.

The man released the girl's lips, pinched her small chin with his fingers, and said, "You've lost weight. You've suffered because of me."

Tears streamed down the girl's face as she softly cried, "Big brother, I'm not wronged. As long as I can see you one more time, I'd rather die..." The man released the girl, patted her face to calm her down,

and then turned to a man who looked like an official. There were originally five officers on the train: Platoon Leader Wang, Captain Fang (who was in charge of the armed escort and had been seduced and killed in the toilet by Xiao Ya), and Xiao Gang (a prison warden who controlled all the prisoners' handcuff keys and had also been killed by Xiao Ya). Adding to the one Xiao Ya had just shot dead in the train carriage, only one prison guard, Old Yang, remained. Seeing the man walking straight towards him, he was so frightened he wet his pants. The man grinned at Old Yang and said, "Old Yang, do you still recognize me?"

"He Bo, you…you…"

the man named He Bo said, "It's rare that you still remember my name. Do you remember how you treated me in prison?"

"I…I…"

He Bo whispered in Old Yang's ear, "Go in peace. I'll take good care of your wife and daughter after I get out."

Old Yang was terrified. This man named Lao Yang, even in prison, lived by the traditional Chinese saying, "Those who live near the mountains live off the mountains, those who live near the sea live off the sea." He ruthlessly exploited the inmates. If any family members didn't give him money or goods, he would punish them. The punishments ranged from depriving them of food and labor to dragging them out and using them as punching bags. All the inmates dared not speak out against him.

He Bo put the gun in Lao Yang's mouth, then smiled and said to everyone in the carriage, "Everyone, plug your ears, this gunshot is too loud." Then, to everyone's astonishment, he pulled the trigger, and a large pool of blood smeared like an oil painting on the back of Lao Yang's seat.

The bearded man had already helped the prisoners exchange their clothes with the armed police officers, then handcuffed the officers. Since there were already more officers than prisoners, and two officers were still unhandcuffed, he said to He Bo, "Boss..."

He Bo shrugged, raised his hand, and shot the two officers dead, saying calmly, "Perfect now.

" Seeing these men kill as easily as eating and breathing, everyone felt uneasy.

He Bo said to the prisoner wearing tortoise-rimmed glasses, "Old Zhou, let's begin." The old man chuckled twice and walked straight into the first carriage. He Bo cleared his throat and, like the main prisoner in "Con Air," addressed the passengers:

"Passengers, welcome aboard the Railway Prison. I am the new train conductor. My special operations team and I took over the train at 2:00 AM Beijing time, just now. Please abide by our train regulations, because…" He paused, then said, "I really don't want to kill anyone today.

"

He ordered his men to drag the two dead bodies in the toilet and the armed policeman whose neck had been broken by the bearded man back to his seats. He gathered the soldiers dressed in prison uniforms and Wang Pai, whose arms were dislocated, together and had two men guard them. He also had another man stand at the junction of the second and third carriages to observe the situation. Then he said to the passengers, "Please hand over your cell phones and other communication devices, and then take off all your clothes." The crowd gasped.

He Bo smiled again, "Of course, it's okay if you don't hand over your phones, since you'll be naked anyway. And why don't you check if your phones still have a signal?" Several people took them out and saw that they indeed had no signal. He Bo smiled slightly, knowing that Lao Zhou had already succeeded inside…

Lao Zhou entered the carriage, where the train conductor was coming out. Seeing an armed police officer approaching, he asked, “Are you on another escort mission?” Lao Zhou lowered his hat and walked over, whispering, “Yes.” The conductor didn’t pay much attention and casually asked, “Where are you taking the people this time?” Lao Zhou had already approached, pulled out a military knife he’d found on a soldier from his pocket, and plunged it into the conductor’s abdomen, saying viciously, “To the final station, to the final station of your lives.” Lao Zhou went into the driver’s cab. The driver saw the stranger enter, glanced back, and was about to question him when Lao Zhou slit his throat. Lao Zhou moved him aside, looked at the familiar instruments, kissed them lightly, and murmured,

“I’ve touched you again.”

It turned out that Lao Zhou was a train driver before going to prison and knew the trains very well. He turned on the train's public address system, lowering the volume to a minimum so passengers couldn't hear anything, but then turned the signal to maximum. He activated the train's unique signal transmitter, not to send a message, but simply to amplify the electromagnetic interference signal. This created a shielded area throughout the train carriage, preventing cell phones from making calls and blocking outside signals.

It was past 2 AM, a time when everyone was sound asleep, and few people would be using their phones. Even if someone were, the train's signal was already intermittent, so no one would pay much attention.

The pale-skinned, quiet-looking student among the prisoners rushed over and shouted at He Bo, "Enough! We escaped, that's enough. Why are you making things difficult for these innocent bystanders? You've already killed too many people. How many more do you want to kill before you stop?"

He Bo glanced at the student. "Ding Zhiwei, this bloody feast has only just begun. You want me to stop?"

Ding Zhiwei said, "But they are innocent."

He Bo said, "Yes, they are innocent. Think about it, aren't you innocent? Aren't your parents innocent?" The man named Ding Zhiwei lowered his head and remained silent.

He Bo continued, "I'll teach you something today. No matter how bizarre or colorful this world may be, its true nature is black. The law of the jungle is the survival of the fittest. The weak are here to be humiliated and trampled upon." He then forcefully ripped open the coat of a girl beside him. The girl tried to struggle, but He Bo grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the table. After just two blows, bloodstains appeared on the small square table. Zhu Zi

couldn't bear to watch any longer. He reached out and grabbed He Bo's shoulder, saying, "Let her go." Although He Bo appeared handsome, he had been in the underworld for many years, honing his fighting skills through daily combat. Even a professionally trained young talent like Platoon Leader Wang might not be his match in a real fight, let alone Zhu Zi, who only possessed a sense of loyalty and brute strength.

The moment Zhu Zi's hand touched his shoulder, He Bo shrugged and flung his hand away. Then, He Bo kicked Zhu Zi squarely in the chest. Despite the pain, Zhu Zi lunged forward like a giant beast at He Bo. He Bo then delivered a side kick, sending Zhu Zi's massive body flying several meters. Zhu Zi tried to rush forward, but He Bo grabbed him and pressed a gun to his head, angrily yelling, "Are you really not afraid of death? Why did you come out if no one else did?"

Zhu Zi: "Don't hit them."

He Bo: "Who are they to you?"

Zhu Zi: "I don't know them."

He Bo: "Madman!" Then he suddenly laughed, shaking his head and listening to the cracking of his bones, saying, "Actually, I am too."

Xiao Ya called from behind, "Big brother, don't kill him..."

He Bo called over two people to strip Zhu Zi naked, then tied his hands and feet with belts, saying, "I won't kill you because we're both madmen." Then he stroked the steel handle of his Type 81 rifle and said, "Hurry up and take your clothes off, I've been fucking men in prison so much I've forgotten what women are like." Then he pushed the girl whose face was bleeding from the earlier collision to the butcher-like man.

The butcher's breathing quickened. He forced the girl onto a chair, pulled down her pants, and took out his large penis. He pulled her small panties aside, rubbed them against her vulva a few times, and then thrust it in all the way to the shaft.

The girl's vagina was still dry, and the thrust felt like it was being torn apart. Then the butcher's hairy hands grabbed her small breasts—not just grabbing, but kneading, squeezing, playing with, and ravaging them. The girl was terrified, in pain, and ashamed. Being repeatedly thrust into her vagina by such a large man from behind, she didn't know what to do.

He Bo laughed loudly. "What are you waiting for? Take off their clothes!" The group of prisoners rushed towards the girl they had already chosen like wolves. Xiao Ya looked reluctant and stopped He Bo. "Big brother, please let them go, okay?"

He Bo glanced at Xiao Ya and gently pushed her away with his arm. "Xiao Ya, don't think you can order me around just because you saved me." Seeing Xiao Ya looking at him in surprise, he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked her face. His expression was both gentle and cold, causing Xiao Ya to break out in a cold sweat. She wondered if she had saved the wrong man, or if he really was just a devil.

But he had saved her life. Without him, she wouldn't be where she was today. After all, he had loved her so much, slept with her, given her clothes, and fed her. If it weren't for the man in front of her, she might still be begging on the streets, might have been raped to death by homeless people, or might still be fighting with dogs over rotten noodles in a trash can. But today's scene felt so far removed from her original intentions, as if separated by the Pacific Ocean, and it was all her own doing.

Even when she herself was killing those few people, she acted with great decisiveness, and deep down she still felt those people deserved to die. But now, facing these unarmed and innocent victims, she felt uneasy, as if sitting on pins and needles.

This little girl, for the first time today, was deeply bewildered, but the situation was beyond her control. She felt the same pain and helplessness as the girl being held in the butcher's arms and forced to have sex with him.

All the passengers' clothes were either forcibly removed or voluntarily removed under the prisoners' tyranny.

He Bo, who had earned dual bachelor's degrees in literature and business administration, used very apt language. As He Bo said, this erotic and bloody scene was a feast for these prisoners who hadn't seen a woman for months or years.

His eyes swept over the naked passengers. The women huddled together, covering their breasts and genitals with their hands, afraid to meet his gaze, while the men trembled with fear. He saw Teacher Zheng trembling as he squeezed among four or five girls, as if afraid of being seen. He pointed at him and said, "You, come out." Teacher Zheng, naked and smiling obsequiously, stepped forward and asked, "Brother, you wanted to see me?"

He Bo looked Teacher Zheng up and down and asked, "What do you do?" "Brother, I'm a professor. At the university."

"Who are those girls to you?"

"Ah, them? They're my students. I brought them out for a sketching trip, to paint. They're all from the art department... Ah?! Brother, you've taken a fancy to them, haven't you? Please enjoy them to your heart's content. They're all virgins, untouched maidens. They're all incredibly satisfying to fuck." Upon hearing this, the female students glared angrily at their usually dignified and respectable professor, who had betrayed them under these circumstances. Wang Pai and Zhu Zi cursed in unison, one calling him a "beast" and the other a "bastard."

He Bo walked over and reached out to pinch the breasts of Liu Zhi and several girls beside her. The girls choked back sobs in fear. He Bo then leaned down and touched the girls' genitals. The girls dared not resist or cover themselves, letting He Bo insert his fingers into their genitals. Only when He Bo touched Liu Zhi's genitals did Liu Zhi try to stop him with her hand. He Bo grabbed her wrist and forced his fingers inside.

Liu Zhi slapped He Bo with all her might with her other hand, then spat on his face and cursed, "You filthy scoundrel." He Bo licked it with his tongue. "You're the second person to slap me today.

I knocked out both of his arms the first one did. What do you think I'll do to you?" Liu Zhi glanced at the slumped-on Wang platoon leader on the ground and suddenly burst into tears, "Just kill me!" He Bo smiled slightly and bit Liu Zhi's labia hard. Liu Zhi trembled in pain. He Bo stood up, turned around, and punched Professor Zheng to the ground.

Professor Zheng thought he had been let go, but the man's temper was truly unpredictable; his punches were heavy as mountains, knocking out several of his own teeth, and he spat blood all over the ground. He Bo said, "Besides this, everyone can share the rest." The prisoners, already burning with lust, rushed over to grab the person upon hearing this order.

At this moment, a prisoner grabbed the naked Zhao Yan, who screamed, "Help! Chen Cheng..." Chen Cheng rushed over and forcefully pushed the prisoner away. The prisoner yelled, "You really have a fucking daring person to stick their neck out?" and wrestled with Chen Cheng. He Bo walked over, separated the two, and asked Chen Cheng, "Who is she to you?"

"She's my wife. Anyone who dares to touch her today, I'll fuck their grandma."

"Doesn't seem like it. You two look like lovers," He Bo said with a smile.

Zhao Yan scrambled over, kowtowing to He Bo as she pleaded, "Please, spare us! We're husband and wife; we were just on our wedding trip." He Bo shook his head, pointing at Zhao Yan's genitals,

"You don't look like a new bride. Look how black your cunt is from being fucked. It's obviously an old hole. I wonder if it's red inside. Let me see."

Chen Cheng, cursing "Fuck your grandma!", lunged at He Bo from behind. He Bo, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, dodged, delivering a powerful knee strike to Chen Cheng's abdomen. Chen Cheng felt as if his internal organs had been turned inside out, collapsing to the ground, vomiting. He Bo gave a signal to the prisoner, who then came over and continued beating Chen Cheng. Zhao Yan was already sobbing uncontrollably, crying out, "Don't hit him! Don't hit him! Do whatever you want to me!" He Bo, sitting in his seat, said, "Then why didn't I tell you to spread your legs and see if it was red or black inside?" Chen Cheng, being beaten, yelled, "If you have the guts, kill me! What kind of skill is it to bully her? Come on, kill me! Come on... Yan'er, don't listen to him, ah..." Zhao Yan, crying, stood in front of He Bo with her legs spread apart, using her fingers to separate her labia, revealing the bright red flesh inside, crying, "Big brother, look, it's red, please spare him..." Tears streamed down her cheeks. Seeing this scene, Chen Cheng felt as if all the blood vessels in his body were about to burst.

He Bo looked down at the tender flesh inside Zhao Yan's vagina and said, "It really is red. I won't hit him. You suck this first." He then unbuckled his belt, revealing his penis, which was twenty centimeters long, trembling, with a purplish-red glans and a glistening liquid secreting from the urethral opening. Under the foreskin was a layer of white smegma. Zhao Yan glanced back at Chen Cheng, whose face was covered in blood, and quickly lowered her head to take He Bo's large penis into her mouth. A pungent, sour stench assaulted her nostrils, making her want to vomit.

He Bo closed his eyes and groaned, murmuring, "So good! Suck hard, like eating a watermelon, lick my urethral opening with your tongue… ah…" Zhao Yan felt no pleasure, but what did all the grievances matter when it came to saving her beloved? He Bo grabbed Zhao Yan's hair and forcefully pressed her head against his lower abdomen, shoving his entire penis into her mouth. Zhao Yan sobbed and couldn't breathe, her glistening saliva dripping all over He Bo's pubic hair.

He Bo pulled out his penis, shoved Zhao Yan onto the long bench, hoisted her long legs onto his shoulders, forcefully pried open her labia, rubbed his glans against her clitoris, pinched her nipples, and said viciously, "I want to see your lewd appearance after an orgasm, and in front of your man.

I won't stop until you orgasm, and neither will my men." Zhao Yan bit her lip desperately, blood flowing down her cheeks, yet she still had to close her eyes, imagining the man who had violated her as her beloved. But her beloved was being brutally beaten just a few meters away. She could hear his groans, not the sounds of pleasure from when he was on top of her, but the sounds of pain and anger. What she had to do was forget her lover's pain, forget her own shame, and orgasm, so that she could save her lover... Zhao Yan thought to herself, "I must do it." But in this situation, she truly couldn't do such a contradictory thing. She shook her head in agony, desperately trying to recall the images from the pornographic films she used to watch. The films flickered, sometimes porn, sometimes martial arts dramas, and in each one, her husband was always the one being beaten… Finally, stimulated by He Bo, she felt a tingling sensation in her lower body, an itch in her vagina, and a gush of urine shot out, soaking He Bo's glans.

Zhao Yan pleaded, "Please, hurry up!"

"Hurry up what?"

"Hurry up and fuck me…"

"Fuck what?"

Zhao Yan screamed like a madwoman, "Fuck my vagina, fuck my cunt, hurry up, fuck me, fuck me hard…" She grabbed He Bo's buttocks, pulling him close, her labia sucking and releasing, taking his glans inside. Her heart, however, felt like a jumbled mess of vinegar and salt, a bitter and excruciating pain. Silently, he cried out, "Chengcheng, I'm sorry, I can't be your bride anymore. I'm sorry, Chengcheng, I had no choice but to do this to save you."

Chen Cheng's eyes were swollen from the beating; he couldn't see anything clearly. Everything and everyone before him was stained crimson, as if he were wearing red glasses. The world was instantly filled with blood and depravity. He fell to the ground, and the prisoner stopped hitting him.

He crawled slowly towards his wife, who was being raped, his hands clenching in the air, as if holding Zhao Yan's fair hands. The two of them ran together into the spring of May, the flowers so fragrant, the wind so gentle, the people so beautiful. A smile appeared on his face; he was moved by this beautiful image. He whispered to his wife, beautiful as a lily in springtime, "Yan'er, I love you." But to others, he sounded like a dying beast, growling softly in his throat, "Yan'er, I love you.

"

He crawled over, his hand touching He Bo's leg. He Bo, just as he was ejaculating his first load of semen that day, saw Chen Cheng, stained with blood, clinging to his leg. He pulled out his penis, and several more spurts landed on Zhao Yan's lower abdomen and chest. He raised his other leg, and with a swift kick, struck Chen Cheng on the head, sending him flying like a sack. The spring before Chen Cheng's eyes vanished. A fierce wind arose, blowing away spring, blowing away the flowers, blowing away his beloved Yan'er, leaving only endless night.

Zhao Yan pushed He Bo away with all her might, ran over, knelt on the ground, hugged Chen Cheng's head, and called out her lover's name. But Chen Cheng, why aren't you moving? Move a little! Zhao Yan kissed Chen Cheng's lips, but why was the warmth on her lover's lips slowly fading? Where had the Chen Cheng who was so full of life, thrusting into her, gone? Zhao Yan cried out, "Wake up! Wake up!" A group of prisoners watched Zhao Yan from behind.

Zhao Yan knelt, hugging Chen Cheng's head, her buttocks raised high. He Bo's semen was slowly flowing from her vulva, dripping onto the floor.

But this powerless, helpless woman was completely unaware, only hoping that her kiss would awaken her husband, that he would laugh and jump up as before, saying he was just teasing her. But why wasn't her husband jumping up now? "You've gone too far, Chengcheng, I won't forgive you. You've been pretending for too long this time..." Zhao Yan silently deceived herself.

Another prisoner came along, supporting Zhao Yan's waist from behind, and inserted his penis into her semen-stained vagina, moaning as he fucked her. Poor Zhao Yan seemed oblivious to the fact that someone was violating her, still clinging to the unconscious Chen Cheng, crying out to the heavens. This scene was both sensual and heartbreaking.

[The End]

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