Black Diamond

Black Diamond

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(I)
The story takes place in Polynesia, a country in the south-central Pacific Ocean. It is an island nation consisting of many islands of varying sizes. It is not large, with a total area of only 4,000 square kilometers and a small local population of only 150,000. Apart from some tropical crops such as copra, coffee, and bananas, it does not have any important mineral resources. Such a small and resource-poor land should not have attracted the attention of the world's powers. However, due to its geographical location, it is situated at the crossroads of transportation between Southeast Asia, Oceania, and the Americas, and has special strategic significance. It is an unsinkable aircraft carrier in the Pacific Ocean, and thus has become a military base coveted by various superpowers for nearly a century.
Similarly, Polynesia has been embroiled in civil war for nearly a century. For centuries, the indigenous Polynesian people, oppressed and enslaved by foreign colonial powers, have relentlessly fought for their independence and liberation against Europeans, Americans, and the government forces they supported.
However, due to economic poverty and outdated weaponry, the anti-government forces, despite occupying several islands and jungles, remained in a weak position and unable to achieve significant success. It wasn't until 2000, when Black Diamond returned to Polynesia and led the local people, implementing a unique fighting style that instilled fear in foreign powers and the local government, finally achieving temporary success.
To this day, no one knows Black Diamond's real name. All that is known is that she is the youngest daughter of the Nix family, hereditary leaders of a Polynesian indigenous people. Black Diamond's father, Old Nix, is the current leader of the Polynesian National Liberation Front, an anti-government force that resides abroad for many years, contacting terrorist organizations and national liberation forces around the world and guiding the struggle for independence within the country. The one truly commanding the fighting within the country is her older brother, Nix. In their early years, they attempted to emulate the Chinese strategy of encircling the cities from the countryside, and at their peak, they organized large-scale uprisings, but suffered heavy losses under the attacks of powerful foreign troops and government forces, forcing them to retreat to a deserted island in the jungle.
After the failed armed uprising, young Black Diamond fled to England with her parents, where she received her education and grew up in British high society. Driven by a strong sense of national independence and hatred for foreign aggression, and carrying this genetic predisposition, she studied the experiences and lessons of national liberation struggles around the world during this period. Reflecting on her own country's situation, she concluded that in an era of advanced science and technology, facing foreign aggressors armed with modern nuclear weapons, the old methods of armed struggle were doomed to failure. A change in strategy and methods was necessary. Therefore, she resolutely joined the ranks of Osama bin Laden, the world's number one terrorist leader, and studied for two years in his training camp. Upon returning home, she led her people in a uniquely Black Diamond-style struggle for national independence and liberation, striking at governments and armies supported by foreign powers.
Black Diamond's strategy was actually quite simple: terrorist attacks learned from her mentor, Osama bin Laden, but she used "beauty weapons."
Black Diamond's grandfather married the daughter of a British nobleman, and her father married a Chinese woman, who gave birth to her. So she was a complete hybrid, and people say that hybrid offspring are the most intelligent, robust, and resilient. Indeed, Black Diamond was beautiful, robust, and clever.
As a charming, sexy, beautiful, and intelligent woman, she knew from her own experience and profound thinking that in today's fiercely competitive society, a thriving "beauty economy" and "beauty culture" had emerged, creating a remarkable "beauty effect." Becoming a star, a model, shooting commercials, doing promotions, appearing on magazine covers, dating a wealthy man, marrying a foreigner—whatever you do, as long as you're beautiful, you'll receive special treatment. Therefore, in a real war, using beautiful women as weapons would surely achieve unexpected results.
Furthermore, in reality, men have evolved to the point of utter stupidity. They've clearly become slaves to beautiful women, yet shamelessly find excuses like "even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman," "a good man doesn't fight with a woman," and "better to die under a flower than be a ghost of romance." Therefore, as long as the special functions inherent in beautiful women are fully utilized, and with the help of men's tenderness and compassion, there's nothing in the world that can't be accomplished.
Currently, "artificial beauties" are popular worldwide. These "artificial beauties" are those whose parents are born and then carefully crafted by artisans to achieve the desired level of beauty. In this sense, can't we also mass-produce the "beauty weapons" we need through post-natal processing, continuously satisfying the demands of combat?
Therefore, after Black Diamond returned to his homeland, he shared his insights and strategies with his elder brother, and the anti-government forces' activities changed course, transforming into terrorist activities primarily based on ambushes, bombings, kidnappings, and assassinations. Black Diamond thus became the third-in-command of the anti-government forces. Her main task was to establish a factory producing "beauty weapons." She was specifically responsible for using these manufactured "beauty weapons" to launch espionage-style attacks against those in power, dropping wave after wave of these powerful bombs on enemy strongholds.
This "beauty weapon" factory was located on a remote island in the Marotiri archipelago, far from the capital Papeete. Its location was secretive and heavily guarded; it was outwardly advertised as an "International Women's Fitness Club." The instructors were all hired by her, including her former classmates from Bin Laden's training camp and some world-renowned assassins.
The trainees, besides the more attractive female soldiers selected from the anti-government forces, were mostly beautiful women recruited from around the world. Among them were female criminals who had committed crimes in their home countries and fled to escape legal punishment; and many young women who were deceived and seduced by means of immigration, attending prestigious universities, making money through business, marrying wealthy foreign men, becoming movie stars, singers, or models, all for the sake of money, fame, education, and pleasure. Because of its unique ideological education methods and luxurious lifestyle, most members of the club were cultivated to possess unwavering loyalty and a fearless courage. Although a few regretted being deceived and wanted to rebel or escape, they ultimately gave up due to threats and punishment. These wavering individuals were invariably used as scapegoats, cruelly executed in front of the crowd!
The factory was officially named a fitness club because every member underwent physical training and martial arts skills training, including shooting, combat, wrestling, and physical conditioning. Depending on their specialization, they also learned specialized skills such as demolition, reconnaissance, communications, and medicine. Of course, as "beauty weapons," they also mastered techniques for charming men, lovemaking skills, and bedroom prowess.
People secretly called it a "beauty weapon" manufacturing factory because its trainees were offensive weapons with various destructive capabilities, using beautiful women as vehicles. According to intelligence, this factory primarily produces three types of "beauty weapons":
The first is called "Beautiful Black Widow." Black widow is the name of a deadly female spider that eats the male after each mating. The "Beautiful Black Widows" bred in this factory are extremely similar in performance to this female spider. They are all naturally beautiful and possess profound cultural refinement and superb interpersonal skills. Any man who comes into contact with them, including their enemies, will be captivated by their beauty and talent, falling in love at first sight and becoming their subservient subjects. Men often die without even knowing how they died, frequently falling victim to the "Beautiful Black Widow's" blade during sex or in their sleep—a truly terrifying and gentle trap.
The second type is called "Beauty Virus." These beauties undergo special training and are injected with viruses such as HIV.
They all possessed angelic faces and devilish figures, dressed in mini-skirts and sexy high heels, flaunting their beauty and charm as they moved in and out of amusement parks, using every trick in the book to seduce foreign soldiers and government officials. According to the club's internal standards, a "beauty virus" could earn the title of "martyr" if it could infect 1000 enemies with AIDS. This was a "beauty weapon" that caused the enemy great anxiety and made them cry out that it was more terrifying than any poison gas or biological weapon.
The third type was called the "beauty bomb." While these beauties were slightly less attractive than the previous two, their ideological awareness was far higher and stronger. They were all fearless and selfless, sacrificing themselves without looking back, ultimately blowing their beautiful bodies to smithereens, perishing together with the enemy. The "beauty bomb" designed by Black Diamond was superior to its master. Bin Laden's "human bombs" were far more advanced than the crude tricks of strapping explosives to one's waist or carrying them on one's back. Instead, they surgically implanted bombs inside the body, such as in the mouth, abdomen, or vagina. Some were timed, while others were self-controlled or remotely controlled, and they were virtually undetectable by any advanced detection equipment. These "beautiful human bombs" carried out suicide bombings without a trace, making them truly impossible to defend against!

(II)
Since the 21st century, Al-Qaeda, led by Bin Laden, has launched numerous terrorist attacks around the world, the most sensational being the globally shocking "9/11" attacks in the United States. Since then, a "Bin Laden effect" has emerged globally, with people from various countries, parties, and factions studying and drawing lessons from "Bin Laden's experience," applying it flexibly and drawing inferences from it, leading to widespread terrorist activities worldwide. There are assassinations of rival leaders;
bombings in public places to undermine and harass the confidence of those in power; kidnapping hostages to blackmail the government and satisfy political demands; and the use of force for ambushes and interceptions to provoke conflict. The variety is endless. Amidst this chaos, some women, willingly or unwillingly, emulate "Bin Laden's Beauties," using sex as a weapon to attack adversaries or retaliate against society, even at the cost of innocent lives. Because of their beauty, they are often highly successful in their attacks. The "beauty weapons" cultivated by Black Diamond are such a group of women.
Things develop through the interplay of contradictions and unity. On the one hand, terrorist activities are rampant; on the other hand, certain major powers, acting as the world's policeman, use the pretext of counter-terrorism to launch wars of aggression against smaller nations, aiming to flaunt their military might, intimidate the weak, maintain their hegemony, and protect their own economic interests.
While terrorist attacks and counter-terrorism operations were locked in a standoff, shaking the world, the Polynesian anti-government forces were also stirring. Nix and Black Diamond, siblings, had repeatedly plotted and planned. Black Diamond believed that the world's superpowers were focused on Afghanistan, Iraq, and the Middle East, leaving them no time for anything else. Therefore, this presented the Polynesian people with an opportune moment to fight for independence and liberation and launch a full-scale offensive against their rulers. After reaching a consensus, a high-level military conference was held to set objectives, discuss strategies, organize forces, and assign tasks. They decided to launch a comprehensive attack on foreign troops and government forces to seize power and establish a national government. After the meeting, Black Diamond, carrying the spirit of the conference, went to the "International Women's Fitness Club" in the Marotiri Islands to mobilize the masses, inspect the troops, and assign tasks. She wanted to deploy as many of her carefully cultivated and manufactured "beauty weapons" as possible to the battle to liberate their homeland, to accomplish a mission that men and the military could not.
It was a clear day, the sun high in the sky, a gentle sea breeze blowing. On the playground of the "International Women's Fitness Club" in the Marotiri Islands, over a thousand "beautiful female warriors" and their instructors, wearing red berets and miniature military uniforms in a mix of yellow, green, and white, stood in neat rows, ready to welcome Black Diamond. They had been waiting for over an hour. Although the gentle sea breeze brought a refreshing, damp coolness, the bright sunshine still caused beads of sweat to appear on their foreheads, yet no one dared to slacken their efforts. Although most of them did not know Black Diamond, his formidable reputation intimidated them like thunder. Everyone knew that Black Diamond was known for his elusive whereabouts and ruthless methods; he could suddenly appear before them at any time, and the slightest mishap could bring catastrophic disaster. Therefore, although everyone present was somewhat tired, they remained focused and attentive.
Finally, several small black dots appeared on the sea, slowly growing into five or six speedboats, speeding towards the shore and landing in a short while. More than twenty men and women disembarked. Instantly, without waiting for orders, the "beautiful weapons" on the parade ground all stood at attention, chests out, stomachs in, heads held high, legs together, awaiting the leader's inspection.
The club's chairman, general manager, and heads of various departments quickly ran over, saluted, exchanged a few words, and like lapdogs seeing their master, followed the group towards the front of the procession. The numerous "beautiful weapons" stood at attention, eyes fixed straight ahead, saluting. Most of them had long admired her but were seeing her face for the first time. So, beneath their serious exteriors, they all secretly glanced at the dashing and fit modern woman at the front. She was the famous Black Diamond; seeing her in person was even better than hearing about her—she was truly "awesome"! Her outfit would have been undeniably fashionable in both Paris and New York: a red beret on her head, a low-cut, backless red halter top held together by two red ribbons, perfectly accentuating the curves of her breasts. She wore tight, light blue skinny jeans, a wide leather belt loosely tied around her waist, from which a gleaming pistol and a cell phone were tucked backwards. A stylish watch adorned her left wrist, and an ivory bracelet on her right. A diamond-encrusted solid gold necklace hung around her neck, and gold-rimmed sunglasses dangled from her bra. Her features: black hair, black eyes, fair skin with a yellowish tinge, bright eyes and white teeth, willow-leaf eyebrows and red lips, exuding the delicate beauty of an Asian woman. Tall and voluptuous, with well-defined curves, she displayed the strength and boldness of a European woman.
Everyone present assumed she would march with the firm strides of a soldier, inspecting the troops, and then deliver a powerful speech. Unexpectedly, she moved with the graceful steps of a model, swaying her slender waist and large hips, occasionally raising her right hand with her five fingers slightly moving, a faint, friendly smile on her face, as if greeting a friend at an amusement park. In just five or six minutes, she disappeared into the building behind the training ground, surrounded by admirers.
Upon arriving at the fitness club, Black Diamond didn't rest but immediately convened an important office meeting. About twenty people attended, including club leaders and department heads. First up was a glamorous and sexy Parisian blonde, Black Diamond's classmate from Bin Laden's training camp, a ruthless and cold-blooded international spy who now presented herself as the club's general manager, Brooke. Maya gave a brief welcome speech before asking Black Diamond to begin.
Perhaps it was because she saw the dawn of victory just ahead, but Black Diamond was particularly happy today, her face beaming with excitement. With a gentle and pleasant expression, she used her magnetic, melodious, yet resolute voice, reminiscent of a violin, to vividly and thoroughly analyze the current situation: terrorist activities were springing up all over the world, and the great powers were too preoccupied with their anti-terrorism wars to attend to other matters.
She then elaborated on the main task of the anti-government forces: to seize this opportune moment, launch a full-scale attack, overthrow the puppet government supported by foreign powers, and establish their own independent national government. Those present, without needing to say a word, understood perfectly how important and glorious the task their "beautiful weapons" would be in this battle!
After Black Diamond finished her speech, the various departments began to report. The first to speak was Maria, the Russian "beautiful assassin" feared by Interpol. Berg, the head instructor of the fitness club and the main trainer of the "Beautiful Black Widows," said, "Reporting, Miss, after more than two years of training, our department has twenty 'Beautiful Black Widow' warriors who have achieved excellent results in all assessments and are capable of undertaking important tasks. They are invincible no matter where they are deployed and are ready to be dispatched at any time!"
"Good, that's enough!" Black Diamond said approvingly. "Select three outstanding candidates from among them. Get ready; I'll personally interview and assess them later. Choose the best one to come back with me and undertake important combat missions. The rest should be sent out as soon as possible to infiltrate the high-ranking officials of the government and the military. Win them over if you can, and assassinate those you can't. Make them extremely wary and paranoid. Ms. Yamaguchi Momoe will give you the specific instructions." Black Diamond pointed to a pretty and dignified Japanese girl beside him. As everyone knows, she was Black Diamond's trusted bodyguard.
"Our 'Beauty Virus' department has prepared four hundred qualified warriors. The pathogen vaccines are also in place, including HIV, plague, smallpox, and SARS. They are ready to be injected as soon as the order comes from higher command! They can be deployed to battle within three days," reported Sofia, the Italian girl who is the head of the "Beauty Virus" department.
"Very good," Black Diamond said. "Immediately select two hundred soldiers, inject them with the HIV virus, and send them all to various locations across the country, around foreign military bases and near government garrisons, to open all sorts of nightclubs, saunas, massage parlors, gyms, and high-class brothels. The goal is to spread the virus within the military as quickly as possible. The remaining two hundred will remain on standby, as other viruses have shorter incubation periods and can only be injected as needed. Miss Louise will arrange the specific arrangements later." This Louise was a beautiful and feisty South American girl, and also Black Diamond's trusted bodyguard.
"Three hundred 'beautiful bombshells,' all ready and at your disposal!"
"Excellent! Divide them into thirty groups of ten, sending one group out each week to carry out suicide bombings in busy streets, supermarkets, theaters, train stations, docks, and public places! Make a complete mess of it, create chaos, and shroud the entire country in terror, making everyone live in fear and misery!"
"Miss, that would harm innocent people! Besides, many of them might be our own people!"
A petite, Spanish female instructor, Jolisha, interjected with concern.
Black Diamond's face suddenly darkened, and everyone present held their breath, blaming Jolisha for her lack of tact. In real life, who would dare interrupt Black Diamond halfway through his speech, let alone raise an objection! Did she have a death wish? Fortunately, Black Diamond didn't react violently. His face quickly turned sad again, and he even squeezed out a few crocodile tears, saying, "There's nothing we can do about it! You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub!
Even sacrificing oneself for the independence of the motherland and the liberation of the nation is an honor!" The dark cloud dissipated, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

(III)
After the office meeting, everyone dispersed to prepare for their own departments. Only the club's chairwoman, Lena, accompanied Black Diamond on a tour of various locations. Lena was Black Diamond's niece, the eldest daughter of her older brother, Nix. Although they were from different generations, they were about the same age. Lena didn't have any outstanding literary or martial arts skills, but she was quite clever. Since the manufacture of "beauty weapons" played a crucial role in Black Diamond's overall strategic plan, it was best to keep it under the family's control. Therefore, Lena was appointed as the chairwoman. The club's business operations were handled by General Manager Brooke. Maya was in charge, and Lena's task was simple: to report the club's various situations truthfully to Black Diamond, and then relay her instructions to the general manager for execution. In this respect, Lena was still dutiful.
The aunt and niece first inspected the club's "Virus Research Institute" and "Explosion Laboratory," extending warm greetings to the scientists and engineers there. Black Diamond deeply understood that science and technology were the foundation for creating "beauty weapons"—beauties were easy to find, but experts were hard to come by, so she held learned intellectuals in high esteem.
Next, they went to the "Virus Injection Room," where the "beauty virus" warriors about to be deployed were being injected with the HIV virus. Over a hundred beauties lined up, receiving injections in batches. Most of these beauty warriors had been trained at the club for one or two years, undergoing long-term ideological education and skills training. Whether voluntary or forced, they were fully aware of their future fate and destiny. But now, at this critical moment, everyone knew that this injection was a death sentence, the end of their lives, and a very, very tragic one. It's only natural for emotions to fluctuate at different times and in different environments. Most of the local Bo women, dedicating themselves to the independence and liberation of their people, showed no fear, facing death with unwavering pride as they entered the injection room. Some of the women recruited from around the world, many of whom were convicted of robbery, murder, drug trafficking, and economic crimes—the scum of society—were less concerned with the fear of death. While many respectable women had been lured and deceived, their past experiences and current reality told them that obedience and resistance both led to death. Rather than be humiliated and killed as traitors, they preferred to die honorably in their posts. Therefore, everyone waited quietly for the injection. However, the ten fingers weren't all the same length, and seven or eight women cried and protested, refusing to go in. After the instructors' gentle persuasion and even threats and inducements, four remained stubbornly unwilling to be injected. The instructors, no longer forcing them, waved them away and led them away.
Black Diamond witnessed this scene, and a cruel smile suddenly appeared on his usually impassive face. He said to Lena, "Take them all to the firing range!" and turned to leave without looking back.
The two then arrived at the "Human Bullet Assembly Room," which was actually a large operating room. Several operating tables were arranged under the operating lights, each holding a female warrior about to be assembled into a "beauty human bullet." The processing of "beauty human bullets" was far more complex than that of "beauty viruses." The latter only required injecting a virus pre-cultured by the "Virus Research Institute" into a person's vein; one injection, and it was done, producing a qualified "beauty virus" within minutes. The former, however, was equivalent to a major surgical operation, often taking several hours to produce a single "beauty human bullet." Today's procedure involves the assembly of vaginal bombs. The women lie one by one on the operating table, under general anesthesia. Their thighs are spread apart, raised, and elevated, exposing their genitals. A vaginal speculum is used to dilate the vagina, and an incision is made in the tender, red flesh of the vaginal wall. A miniature bomb is implanted, the incision is sutured, and the woman is allowed to recover completely without any infection before it can be considered a finished product. The implanted miniature bombs were researched and manufactured by the "Explosion Laboratory." They are small, only a few cubic centimeters in size, but powerful enough to level an area of several square meters, leaving nothing behind.
Finally, they arrive at the "testing range," where General Manager Brooke Maya and other key leaders are already waiting for them. This is actually a luxurious, highly automated execution ground, specifically designed for the female warriors to practice live target shooting. To outsiders, it was just a small gymnasium with stands on three sides for observation, and a rotating stage on the other side where the targets were placed. Because it was a live test, blood tanks and automatic cleaning mechanisms were installed underneath. The open space in the middle was where the executioners moved around.
Today's target practice was an opportunity to report and showcase the results to Black Diamond, so the shooters were naturally the best among the club's students. For observation and learning purposes, the stands were filled with about 90% of the audience, organized by the instructors.
After the leaders, including Black Diamond, were seated, the head instructor, Maria, the Russian "beauty assassin," arrived. Berg arrived with three fully armed, model-like supermodels. After saluting Black Diamond, he said, "Reporting, Miss, the three 'Black Widow' candidates you requested have arrived. Please review and assess them!" He then gave a brief introduction of the three:
The first, number u007 (club members use codes, not real names), was a tall, fair-skinned, beautiful, and athletic American woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was on the run from Interpol for robbing a bank.
The second, number b015, was a local Polynesian beauty with healthy, dark skin, a voluptuous figure, and a naturally bold and sassy aura.
The third woman, number C001, was a slender, graceful, and virtuous lady—a typical Eastern beauty. She was originally a famous Hong Kong Category III film star, wanted for drug trafficking, and had ended up here.
Black Diamond carefully examined the three beauties before him; their appearances were indeed impeccable. He said, "Alright, let's see their shooting skills first."
"Yes, sir!" The four women simultaneously snapped to attention, saluted, and ran off to prepare.
Then, four more beauties, handcuffed behind their backs, were brought forward for Black Diamond to inspect. These were the four beautiful warriors who had refused injections in front of the "virus injection room." Looking closely, while these four weren't as stunning as the previous three "Black Widows," they were still beautiful women. In fact, anyone who could come to this fitness club to learn was bound to be quite attractive. Furthermore, once you're on this island, you have to be prepared to die. Anyone who hesitates or wavers will face unimaginable consequences. These four women, because of momentary cowardice, violated the rules and ended up losing their lives prematurely. They were used as targets for shooting practice and were regarded as useless cowards, shameful traitors, and cowardly wretches. Their deaths were truly tragic.
A few minutes later, the lighting in the shooting range changed slightly. The stage became unusually bright, while the surroundings gradually dimmed. Three "Black Widows," dressed in revealing black bikinis, each carrying an AR-15 automatic rifle, rushed out from different directions. They stretched their arms, kicked their legs, and did a few somersaults to loosen their muscles and show off their skills, earning a few cheers. A bell rang, and the first target appeared on the rotating stage: a beautiful woman dressed in white, her hands bound behind her back to a wooden post. Her long hair was tied in a bun at the top of the post, forcing her face to always be tilted upwards. Like a lamb to the slaughter, she was now tear-streaked, exhausted, and helplessly bound there. The three "Black Widow" assassins shifted positions, finally firing a shot each from standing, kneeling, and prone positions. The gunshots rang out, and the target's head immediately tilted limply to the side, her body completely relaxed—dead! At that moment, several large screens around the shooting range simultaneously displayed close-up shots of the target's death. After several full-body images, the focus settled on a close-up of her face. People could see clearly that each eye had been shot, leaving two bloody black holes. But where had the third shot been fired? Had it missed the target? As the camera zoomed in, focusing on her open lips and penetrating deep inside her mouth, it became clear that the third bullet had pierced her lips and teeth, entered her oral cavity, and struck her throat, leaving a large, red hole. A burst of enthusiastic applause immediately erupted from the surrounding area.
The rotating stage continued to spin; the first dead target spun down, and the second living target spun up. This target was also bound to a wooden post, but was stripped completely naked. While her head could move freely, her legs were spread wide and secured, exposing all her body parts, including the woman's most private and shameful genitals, to the onlookers. Such a raw and vibrant body would have caused a sensation elsewhere, but here, in a woman's world with few men, and given that such scenes were commonplace, it didn't pique anyone's interest. The question on everyone's mind was: with every part of this target's body exposed and available as a target, where exactly was it possible to be hit? If the target was hit exactly where everyone expected, would it really produce the kind of ecstatic reaction the instructors had described in class?
The three "Black Widows" each switched to a Rattlesnake revolver. After a moment of silence, they suddenly burst forward, performing a side roll, head first, feet back, lying on their backs, gripping their pistols tightly above their heads, pulling the triggers. The bullets left the chambers and shot towards the target like meteors. A agonizing scream rang out, and several large screens simultaneously displayed close-ups of the target's entire body. Just as everyone expected, two of the three shots struck her breasts, ripping off her nipples and leaving two rotten, red holes. The third shot was even more interesting, hitting the upper edge of her genitals, shattering her clitoris, burning her pubic hair, and tearing her labia. Strangely, this second target, whose body was more severely damaged than the first, did not immediately weaken and die; instead, she exhibited a particularly agitated mental state. Her face was flushed like a rosy sunset, her eyes wide with tears, revealing a hint of longing. Her red lips parted, greedily inhaling the increasingly thin air, as if pursuing and yearning for something. Her body writhed incessantly, her genitals contracting violently with her rapid breathing, causing a mixture of red, white, and yellow blood, vaginal fluid, and urine to drip continuously, accumulating in a large puddle between her legs. A few minutes later, her body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, her eyes closed tightly, she squeezed out a string of tears, and then immersed herself in a blissful, oblivious state of pleasure, the foul fluid flowing from her genitals becoming a gushing spray.
The surrounding audience stirred excitedly: "Ah! The instructors were right, look! She's having an orgasm!" But just as the orgasm lasted, her head suddenly drooped, her body abruptly relaxed, and she ended her life. On the large screen, a face flushed with shy blush and satisfied pleasure appeared, making it even more beautiful, along with a vulva still dripping with vaginal fluid.
Then, the third and fourth targets appeared in turn, both stripped naked but unbound, left to move freely. Driven by the will to survive, they desperately tried to escape backstage, but the stage's rotation always reversed their escape route, keeping them constantly in the public eye. Their panicked, pitiful, and helpless state added another layer of excitement. Of course, they ultimately couldn't escape the sharpshooter's bullets, which struck their erogenous zones, causing them to reach orgasm. Because their bodies were unbound and their movement was more expansive, the orgasms were more intense, longer-lasting, more intriguing, and more visually appealing than the previous ones.

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