“Meow… meow…” The sound of a kitten’s purring was sweet and soft, but the woman remained as cold as iron, her gaze on the tabby cat devoid of warmth.
Outside an old apartment, a woman in a designer coat squatted on the ground, incongruously, with three cans of cat food at her feet.
The setting sun cast a warm glow, contrasting sharply with her indifferent expression.
Her dark, wavy hair draped casually over her shoulders, and her fingers lightly stroked the cat’s back.
Feeding the cat wasn’t the purpose of her visit.
Fifteen minutes later, the sound of footsteps approached from the alley.
Dong Enyu, with her back to the newcomer, could see from the shadow that the person was carrying shopping bags in both hands.
The person seemed to have noticed her from afar and didn’t quicken their pace, instead walking steadily and rhythmically, stopping two feet away without a word.
Dong Enyu didn’t turn around.
As her fingers left the cat’s soft back, she curved her lips into a smile… the mask was firmly in place.
“They look starving.” Once inside the apartment, Dong Enyu glanced around.
It looked like a storm had swept through; furniture was askew, clothes scattered on the floor, and a magazine clip was left openly on the table, with a handgun casually lying on a kitchen chair.
“You’re an unfit pet owner, you know that?” She pushed aside an empty beer can on the sofa and sat down gracefully.
Though she knew those stray cats weren’t actually owned by the other person.
“Can’t help it, the landlord died of a heart attack last week,” Yong Le stuffed all the convenience store bags into the fridge without organizing them.
“Besides, I’m not their mommy.
If they don’t toughen up, they’ll starve on the streets.
It’s a good chance for them to learn survival.” She dug out a water bottle from the fridge corner and tossed it to Dong Enyu, shrugging with a smile.
“Is that so? Looks like I was meddling.” Dong Enyu glanced at the water bottle and placed it back on the coffee table.
She didn’t dare drink it.
The subtle gesture made Yong Le narrow her eyes, but she quickly smiled as if nothing had happened.
“What happened to your room? Did someone break in, or are you packing to move in with some sweetheart?” Dong Enyu’s casual tone was like that of an old lover, showing just the right amount of concern without any hint of jealousy, simply asking.
Yong Le pulled over a wooden chair, straddling it with her arms resting on the back, relaxed.
“After this last job, I’m done.”
In the unlit room, only the slanting sunlight from the window provided illumination… Yong Le’s expression was unclear in the backlight, but her vibrant red hair was like flames, and the colorful earrings on her ear were dazzling.
Both a devil and an angel.
“That’s great news worth celebrating.” Dong Enyu maintained her smile, even clapping her hands in delight.
Yong Le stood up at her gesture, and as she moved closer to Dong Enyu, the woman’s clapping slowed until Yong Le straddled her lap.
At such a dangerous proximity, they could feel the rising heat between them.
Dong Enyu’s hands caressed Yong Le’s back, just as she had soothed the kitten earlier.
Yong Le leaned forward, burying her face in Dong Enyu’s neck, tightening her arms around her.
A tight embrace, yet their hearts couldn’t connect.
“After I’m done, let’s elope?” After a moment of silence, Yong Le spoke first, her words soft as if she’d hesitated for a long time before finally asking Dong Enyu’s opinion.
“Let’s run away together.
I’ll cherish you, love you, never let you suffer, and only have eyes for you, okay?”
Okay… Yong Le asked so humbly, even asking if it was okay, but Dong Enyu only closed her eyes, her fingers pressing into Yong Le’s waist, sometimes hard, sometimes soft.
The warm breath on her neck, they couldn’t see each other’s expressions, but they could hear the heartbeat.
Dong Enyu knew Yong Le wasn’t lying; the steady, rhythmic thumping heart wasn’t lying.
“Is that so?” When she opened her eyes again, Dong Enyu’s gaze was cold.
“How do I know you’re not deceiving me?”
Hearing this, Yong Le released her hold on the woman’s neck.
She thought Yong Le would revert to her cheeky self, but instead, Yong Le turned and pulled a gun from under the table, handing it to Dong Enyu.
“This is my talisman.
I’m entrusting it to you.
Once everything is settled, I’ll come back for you.” As she spoke, her eyes never left the woman, her once fiery red eyes now lacking their usual arrogance.
Yong Le was serious.
Dong Enyu weighed the gun in her hand, knowing Yong Le had made a decision.
“Why is it a talisman?” The gun didn’t seem special.
Yong Le blinked, smiling as she lifted Dong Enyu’s hand holding the gun, placing a light kiss on the back.
“Because it’s a keepsake from my dad.”
The gun in her palm had no magazine, and though the gun body was worn and old, it was a talisman to Yong Le.
Dong Enyu carefully checked the gun’s serial number, G17 GLOCK-18XI.
She compared it with the complete data provided by Yuan Fangzhong, and her mood sank like a lead ball in water.
Dong Enyu gripped the gun, resting her chin on her hand in thought.
Just thinking about Yong Le wanting to run away with her and entrusting her with the talisman made the data on the table seem laughable.
Who fell into whose trap?
Brr… brr…
The phone’s vibration interrupted Dong Enyu’s thoughts.
She quickly answered the call; it was Yuan Fangzhong, her informant.
“Something’s happened!” Yuan Fangzhong’s opening words were ominous.
Dong Enyu frowned slightly, speaking calmly, “What happened? Be clear.” As she spoke, she walked to the window, drawing the curtains, and picked up the gun from the table, feeling its coldness.
“The main office received an anonymous email just now.
It’s been forwarded to you.” Yuan Fangzhong’s fingers tapped loudly on the keyboard, and Dong Enyu could hear the chaotic background noise, indicating the office was in disarray, with internal phones ringing frequently.
Dong Enyu opened her laptop, seeing a new email notification.
Opening it, there was no content, just an attached file.
For some reason, she felt a bit breathless…
When she clicked on the file, the information inside was as detailed as it was shocking, with clear, itemized lists and color photos.
If it were a formal report, it would be exemplary, but unfortunately, this data couldn’t exist.
Dong Enyu quickly skimmed through it, her frown deepening, but her emotions had stabilized.
What was meant to happen couldn’t be avoided.
“The other party received a threatening letter this morning, and this email was sent five minutes ago.
Besides the involved party, the entire Beiju Police Station received it, a blatant provocation.” Yuan Fangzhong reported to Dong Enyu, holding the phone.
“What about the IP address?” The woman leaned back on the sofa, suddenly wanting a cigarette…
“It was concealed.
The other party seems to have an expert backing them, with strong concealment skills.
The Information Department hasn’t cracked it yet.” It was embarrassing to admit, but the police couldn’t catch the cyber hacker, as if they weren’t on the same level in this cat-and-mouse game.
Dong Enyu wasn’t surprised.
At this level of provocation, if it were easily uncovered, it wouldn’t be a threat.
“After this last job, I’m done.”
Yong Le’s words suddenly echoed in her mind, and this “last job” seemed to be coming fiercely.
Dong Enyu lowered her gaze to the computer screen, where the file was complete, focusing on the most prominent member of the North District, Member Liu.
Skipping the surface achievements, the email content wasn’t slander but undeniable black records, detailing every bribery transaction, official protection, illegal trafficking, and extensive surveillance records of dealings with the underworld…
“Just like her style.” If she quietly killed someone, it wouldn’t be Yong Le.
With things escalating like this, the police couldn’t sit idly by.
“What are you planning to do?” Dong Enyu scratched her head, lazily crossing her legs.
“Uncle Chen must be having a headache, right?”
“Ten police officers and bodyguards have been assigned, and phone surveillance is already installed.
If necessary, the special task force will be deployed.” Yuan Fangzhong lowered his voice, seemingly not wanting others to hear the details.
Member Liu had been in politics for over thirty years, with top-notch resources and connections, yet he took advantage of both sides.
Now, caught by the tail, he was to be… brought to justice.
“That doesn’t seem like enough manpower,” Dong Enyu squinted, sighing helplessly.
“After all, that woman is a lunatic.”
If the battle was declared, how much chance did she have?
“No, if possible, the director doesn’t want to escalate things.” Yuan Fangzhong agreed with this decision.
However, Dong Enyu was indifferent.
“Today, she gave me her talisman, and it matches the model you found,” Dong Enyu said, playing with the gun in her hand.
“If someone entrusts their talisman to another, do you think they’re afraid of dying? This hunt isn’t just for show.
If you’re not serious, be careful, Member Liu’s head might really be at risk…”
The woman suddenly remembered something, smiling as she sat up, reminding, “You haven’t forgotten, have you? What kind of person she is.”
Yuan Fangzhong was momentarily speechless, stammering before asking, “What plan do you have?”
The North District didn’t understand Yong Le, the police didn’t understand Yong Le, and Yuan Fangzhong didn’t understand Yong Le.
Only Dong Enyu understood…
“Execution time?” Her fingers played with the trigger, her demeanor calm.
“The day after tomorrow at six in the morning.” Just at the transition between night and day.
Dong Enyu nodded with a smile, “Got it.
Remove all the police and bodyguards assigned to the councilor.”
Yuan Fangzhong choked on his own saliva, clutching the phone, “Remove, remove them?”
“Yes, remove them, not a single one left,” Dong Enyu moved the phone away slightly, Yuan Fangzhong’s shocked roar making her frown.
“No need for unnecessary people, and they won’t be of any use.
No need to trouble so many extras.” Her tone was as big as it could be, Dong Enyu smiled as she pulled the trigger, the empty gun firing nothing.
“But this…”
“One more thing,” Dong Enyu interrupted Yuan Fangzhong, closing her eyes and tossing the gun on the table.
“Prepare two toys for me.”
