A rope.
A dose of anesthetic.
Dong Enyu stood outside Yong Le’s apartment door with two “toys” in hand.
The harsh winter had passed, and the scorching summer sun was relentless.
The woman stood with her back to the sun, her face expressionless.
She took a deep breath, glanced at her watch before knocking on the door.
It was three in the afternoon, fifteen hours before the execution.
Knock—knock— The rusty iron door made a dull sound.
Within three seconds, Yong Le came to open the door.
As it swung open, Dong Enyu could see a slightly surprised yet joyful smile on Yong Le’s face.
“Dong… uh!!” Before the name was fully called out, the woman suddenly kicked hard, sending Yong Le flying into the room.
It was as if a button had been pressed.
Dong Enyu coldly glanced at Yong Le, who was sitting on the ground.
The kick had been heavy, making it difficult for Yong Le to breathe smoothly.
She squinted at Dong Enyu, the feeling of the canvas shoe on her abdomen was unpleasant, and she noticed the woman’s expression was different.
Gone was the usual allure; now Dong Enyu seemed… as if she wanted to kill her.
“What the hell!” Yong Le propped herself up to stand, but Dong Enyu delivered another kick, which Yong Le managed to dodge this time.
Yong Le flipped and jumped up, only to see Dong Enyu start launching punches and kicks.
If it was a fight, Yong Le naturally wouldn’t lose, but it depended on the opponent.
If it was Dong Enyu, she couldn’t bring herself to break the woman’s neck; she couldn’t bear it.
Dong Enyu’s fist landed on Yong Le’s arm, as if venting, with such force that it made the bones crack, a sound that was frightening to hear.
Almost every move was full force, leaving marks immediately on the body.
Yong Le gritted her teeth in pain.
Although she retaliated, Dong Enyu skillfully dodged.
The two tangled for several minutes, and Yong Le’s heart grew increasingly flustered.
The Dong Enyu she remembered wasn’t a fighter but a woman who only flaunted her figure in bed.
But now, Dong Enyu’s moves were ruthless, more troublesome than any thug Yong Le had encountered.
“Bang!” Yong Le was forced against the wall by Dong Enyu.
She couldn’t dodge in time and was kicked onto a cabinet, making a loud, dull sound.
The room, already messy, became even more miserable.
Tables and chairs were overturned, fragile items shattered all over the floor.
Yong Le fell several times, getting her skin cut by shards, blood mixing with sweat, slowly dripping.
Yong Le had no time to catch her breath, only to see Dong Enyu kick her onto the cabinet, then raise her fist to greet her face.
Possessed by a ghost! Yong Le exclaimed in her heart, hurriedly crouching down in a panic, only to see Dong Enyu pull something from her waist with one hand.
In just a thought, Yong Le’s pupils contracted.
Damn! A sharp pain in the neck, and Yong Le couldn’t move.
She gritted her teeth, seeing that what Dong Enyu had pulled out was a syringe.
“Cough…” Her knees instantly went numb, the drug quickly flowing through her blood.
Yong Le held on for three seconds before collapsing under the strain.
Dong Enyu casually tossed the syringe aside.
The prey was already immobilized.
She was hot, so she took off her jacket and threw it on the sofa, simultaneously pulling out the rope tied behind her.
Yong Le watched as Dong Enyu dragged over a wooden chair, then lifted her paralyzed body, tying her securely to the back of the chair.
After a full sixty minutes of fighting, the two finally met eyes properly.
Except for a slightly flushed face, Dong Enyu had no injuries, while Yong Le was a mess, beaten black and blue, her arms and legs covered in abrasions.
Worse still, Yong Le was in short sleeves and shorts, her skin cut by broken glass, looking quite miserable.
“Does it feel good?” Dong Enyu, wearing only a sports vest under her jacket, had honey-colored skin with some sweat, flowing slowly as her muscles moved.
Sexy.
Yong Le withdrew her gaze, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground, grinning roguishly, “Isn’t the taste a bit too heavy?” She knew about BDSM and didn’t mind playing with Dong Enyu, but meeting and getting kicked first, then injected and tied to a chair, wasn’t this a bit too much of a surprise? Yong Le truly wasn’t mentally prepared.
“Is it? I thought you liked it.” Dong Enyu said nonchalantly, twisting her arm to relax her joints.
The next second, she delivered ten punches to Yong Le’s face, treating her head like a sandbag, never holding back, hitting her injuries hard and accurately.
After the combo ended, Yong Le, who had been grinning cheekily, could only gasp for breath, the blood from her mouth staining her collar red, looking pitiful.
Dong Enyu lowered her eyes, grabbing Yong Le’s hair to lift her face.
“Is that all you got?” The woman smiled.
Yong Le opened her swollen eyes, the tear in her lip making her words unclear, “Are you here… to get cozy… or… planning to kill me?” Her lips moved, blood flowing down her neck.
Yong Le showed no sign of pain, even smiling, which satisfied Dong Enyu.
If she surrendered too quickly, she wouldn’t be Yong Le.
“Neither,” Dong Enyu tightened her grip on the woman’s hair, hearing her weak moan, “I’m here to stop your execution.”
The smile that had been on her lips gradually faded upon hearing “execution.”
Seeing this, Dong Enyu said calmly, “I didn’t expect you to be quite romantic, threatening your target before killing them.” For some reason, before hunting down a councilor, Yong Le would let them know they were being targeted, simultaneously threatening them to turn themselves in.
However, those guys wouldn’t ruin their future over a random threat letter, so they ended up losing their lives.
And because of this gap, Yong Le fell into Dong Enyu’s hands.
“Where’s the stuff?” Dong Enyu lightened her grip, trying to persuade Yong Le to confess.
But Yong Le was born to drink punishment wine instead of toasting.
“Doesn’t the almighty Aunt Dong know everything?” Having her plan ruined would definitely be annoying, but Yong Le, being choked, could only gain some advantage with her words, which only earned her another round of beating.
It wasn’t until Dong Enyu’s right hand was covered in blood that she stopped.
If Yong Le wasn’t worth talking to, Dong Enyu would have stuffed something in her mouth to shut her up.
“True, being trained abroad makes you different, very resilient,” Dong Enyu pinched Yong Le’s cheek, smiling faintly, “Am I right, Officer Yong?”
“Spit!” Yong Le spat a mouthful of blood at Dong Enyu, but the woman dodged it.
“Don’t get angry, it’s unsightly.” Did she think spitting at her would solve anything? Dong Enyu released Yong Le’s cheek, then suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling it hard to the side.
A crisp “crack!” sounded, and Yong Le screamed in agony, her left hand dislocated with a simple tug.
“Ah… ha ah…” She could only rely on deep breaths to ease the pain, large beads of sweat sliding down her chin.
Yong Le furrowed her brows, barely maintaining her composure, “I’m… angry… because… you said… I’m… a bastard cop!” Hearing her voice start to tremble, Dong Enyu shook her head helplessly.
“Stop pretending, it’s too ugly,” Dong Enyu shrugged, pulling out her phone from her pocket, “Let me see, I saved the data… got it, Yong Le, graduated from the Royal Police Academy in 560, officially joined the Police Station in 30, solved a drug case a year later and got promoted, then joined the sniper team, and in 32, became the sniper team leader.”
Dong Enyu stared at the phone screen, calmly reciting the report.
“A year ago, you were suspended for disobeying police orders.
Since then, the organization lost contact with you because you came to the North District and became a street thug, right?” Dong Enyu put away her phone.
What should have been a blow to Yong Le only made the woman chuckle.
“Your imagination is… quite rich…” Speaking, she twitched her mouth, inhaling sharply in pain.
Dong Enyu also put away her smile.
Yong Le was more stubborn than she thought.
Those carefree rogue appearances were indeed just a disguise, huh? The woman took a gun from her jacket pocket, this G17 GLOCK-18XI was a talisman Yong Le temporarily entrusted to her.
However, Dong Enyu held the gun, using the handle to strike Yong Le’s forehead hard, blood splattering instantly.
The action could only be described as brutal.
“This one is for Uncle, telling you to stop playing,” Dong Enyu described Yong Le’s stubbornness as play, grabbing Yong Le’s clothes to wipe the blood off the gun handle with the still clean fabric, “This gun belongs to your Dad, are you still going to act crazy in front of your Dad?” The woman showed the gun to Yong Le.
“Your father, Yong Ri, was also a police officer, but because he overstepped his authority in dealing with gang-related cases, without Police Station protection, he went deep into the den of thieves, even collecting evidence of transactions between councilors and gangs.
Because of this, he was targeted by both sides,” Dong Enyu squinted, her fingers caressing the gun, “Good people don’t live long.
He made a mistake, never gamble your life with justice.
Your father told the Police Station about it but didn’t get a positive response, instead being followed by gangs, and eventually died without a trace.
As for you, multiple appeals didn’t get the criminals the punishment they deserved, so you clashed with your superiors and eventually gave up on justice.”
Yes, she could understand Yong Le’s desire for revenge.
Honestly, she was quite a filial child.
But from Dong Enyu’s standpoint, she couldn’t just let it go…
“Before your execution, you always have a ‘file’ that saves your life, ensuring you can return to normal life after killing,” Dong Enyu pulled Yong Le’s hair, making her look at herself, looking down at her.
Yong Le’s eyes sparkled, not losing her composure due to pain and fear, “Where are those files?”
Dong Enyu knew just capturing the woman was useless.
She needed those pieces of evidence that could convict the councilors.
“Ha… ha…” Yong Le’s shoulders trembled, closing her blood-stained left eye, smiling, “The almighty… Aunt Dong… doesn’t know… everything…” The woman’s appearance was somewhat terrifying, and it was hard to tell if her smile was defiance or twisted, “You… damn… find it… yourself…”
Trying to provoke me even now?
Dong Enyu was truly impressed by Yong Le.
She scratched her head, pushing her sticky hair back.
“I’ll damn well find it for you.”
