Torture
“Where is the thing hidden?!” Lin Yan angrily grabbed her collar and roared menacingly.
Song Yuhang was shaken by her actions, although her face was so familiar and captivating, it also sent shivers down her spine.
She gently raised the corners of her lips, her eyes shining like stars: “Come closer, I… I’ll tell you.”
When Lin Yan leaned in, she was spat on the face with a mouthful of blood.
She slightly turned her head, closed her eyes, her lips trembling, struggling to conceal her inner grief. But this expression only lasted for a moment. Brother Tiger and Liu Zhi are watching, she couldn’t afford to be soft, she couldn’t.
Being soft-hearted will kill her and Song Yuhang.
Lin Yan raised her hand and fiercely slapped, “Damn, motherf***er, hit her!”
Several people rushed forward, punching and kicking Song Yuhang. She couldn’t bear to watch any longer and walked towards the Supreme Lord.
“Supreme Lord, are you okay, we arrived late.”
Supreme Lord, being older, was pulled out of the ruins, sat aside and breathed heavily for a while. He squinted his eyes, looking at her as if a sick, but still fierce lion was observing its prey, ready to pounce and snap her throat if she made any suspicious move.
Lin Yan remained calm, allowing him to gaze at her, even though she felt a bit numb, especially when he removed his sunglasses, revealing a face covered in scars from head to face, with white opacity in his eyes, a collapsed nose bridge, and skin on his neck scarred from burns. He was nothing short of monstrous.
The figure before her was a complete devil.
Lin Yan knew well that to deal with a devil, she had to become one herself.
The Supreme Lord looked at the cunning and sly gleam in the eyes of the young woman before him. Something seemed to stir within him, as he subtly curved his lips.
“How did you find your way here?”
“There’s a woman under my command named Chen Fang, Brother Wang’s mistress, involved with other…” Lin Yan paused, nearly letting slip the word “men,” but seamlessly continued.
“She’s unclear about things, that person is one of Supreme Lord’s people from the camp. In the afternoon, my brothers and I saw her coming out from Chen Fang’s place and then met with the plainclothes police.”
“My brothers felt something was off, they came back and told me, so I brought my men here. It was by chance that we encountered Supreme Lord here too.”
The story was crafted with extreme precision and without any leaks, whether it was the timing, the characters, or the clothes on Song Yuhang. As for the real traitor, whether they were captured or died in the melee, no one cared anymore.
The Supreme Lord chuckled, “Well done.”
For some reason, Lin Yan had the feeling that he was seeing through her, which instinctively made her feel in danger and she couldn’t let her guard down for a moment.
“To receive praise from Supreme Lord is an honor, Jinhong hopes for your continued care in the future.”
With that statement, she showed loyalty and ambition, proving herself to be a clever person.
The Supreme Lord narrowed his eyes, stood up with the support of his cane, and Lin Yan helped him up. Just then, Liu Zhi came in to report.
“Sister Hong, she still refuses to confess, if we continue to torture her, I’m afraid…”
Lin Yan glanced over there, and Song Yuhang knelt on the ground with injuries all over her body. Tiger’s elbow struck her head, causing Song Yuhang to collapse, coughing up blood from her mouth and nose.
In that moment, she desperately wanted to pounce and tear Tiger’s throat apart, but she couldn’t.
Lin Yan walked over and used the sole of her military boot to press against Song Yuhang’s face. “Speak, you waste of space. How much money can you make as a cop in a month? Less than three thousand, right? Just hand over the thing, and forget three thousand, I can make sure you live the rest of your life without worries.”
Her shoe sole carried a mixture of dirt and the scent of blood, looking down on her from above.
Song Yuhang smiled weakly, raising her hand to touch Lin Yan’s foot, leaving blood stains on her pants.
She said slowly, “Even if I die… I won’t tell you.”
Tiger wiped his nose and flexed his muscles.
“I’ve been with so many women, but I’ve never tasted a police officer. Let me handle it.”
Lin Yan suddenly gritted her teeth, her foot still on her head, body unmoving.
Impatient, Tiger reached out to pull her away, glaring at Song Yuhang’s face before speaking.
“Useless, dealing with this kind of person, this method will only push her to suicide, won’t get anything out of her.”
The Supreme Lord limped over with a cane, casting a glance at Lin Yan.
“What did you just say, what’s her name?”
The news of Song Yuhang taking people to Huange Nightclub couldn’t escape these people.
Lin Yan released her foot, “Her name is Song Yuhang, she brought people to wreck my place.”
“Surnamed Song, huh,” the old man spoke with a touch of nostalgia in his eyes and said, “I had a friend with the surname Song who passed away many years ago.”
Song Yuhang suddenly looked up, gritting her teeth, and a deep-seated hatred flashed in her eyes, letting out a furious roar through clenched teeth.
Lin Yan kicked her in the shoulder, “What are you yelling for, shut up!”
The Supreme Lord chuckled, “Search her, if you don’t find anything, kill her. Throw the body off the cliff to feed the dogs. We can’t waste time here.”
A few people grabbed Song Yuhang by the hair, pulling her up and pushing her back, while Tiger flexed his wrist, making a cracking sound with his clenched fist.
“Hey, I didn’t expect a cop to meet this fate. Let me handle it.”
As soon as the words fell, Lin Yan’s gun was pressed against his temple, and she coldly said, “I have a score to settle with her. I’ll take care of it.”
Song Yuhang’s hands were tied, hanging high on the door frame, and she smiled wryly.
“It doesn’t matter who does it, I won’t talk. Hurry up and do it, make it quick and easy for everyone.”
Lin Yan turned around and delivered a slap, causing her to turn her head, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
“Worthless trash, shut your mouth, it’s not that easy to die.”
As Tiger was about to make a move, the men brought by Lin Yan aimed their guns at him, watching him like hawks. He swallowed hard and grumbled as he backed down.
“Whip.” Lin Yan reached out, and Liu Zhi handed her a thick, jet-black leather whip.
Without a word, she raised her hand and lashed out directly. They could hear a dull thud from the other side, followed by a suppressed groan from Song Yuhang.
Even Tiger felt a sense of sympathy: Damn, this woman is quite vicious.
Another whip struck her shoulder, breaking the skin.
Lin Yan grabbed her collar and roared, “Where is it?!”
Song Yuhang turned her head, her lips against her ear, slightly gasping from the pain, “You… you’ll never find out. You better kill me, because if I survive…”
“I will repay you twofold.”
Hot breath drilled into her ear, causing Lin Yan’s hand holding the whip to tremble slightly. She then fiercely whipped Song Yuhang’s face, causing the corner of her eye to quickly swell up.
If the beatings continued like this, she really might die.
Lin Yan gritted her teeth, grabbed her collar, and lowered her voice to shout, “Is living so bad? Why do you seek death?!”
As soon as these words were spoken, Song Yuhang, who had been hanging her head, suddenly lifted her head and locked her gaze onto Lin Yan’s eyes like a sharp needle.
Lin Yan was momentarily taken aback by this gaze, staggered back a step, and the wind on the mountainside at night started to pick up.
The two silently locked eyes, just like before.
Song Yuhang looked at her, then glanced at the busy criminal gang behind her – Supreme Lord, Tiger, Liu Zhi…
She curled her lips and smiled, no longer the cold, mocking, disdainful smile, but back to the day they first met, extending her hand with a gentle and warm smile on her face.
That day, she said, “Hello, I’m Song Yuhang.”
Now, she said, “Hurry… leave… the main force will arrive soon… kill me, then you can escape, go!”
Lin Yan was shaken all over, looking at her in disbelief. Just then, there came the voice of the little minions behind her.
“Supreme Lord, we found Second Master, he’s still alive!”
Kuba was dragged out of the ruins by several people, and in the distance, the sound of sirens could be faintly heard from the mountains.
“Kill me! Kill me! I won’t talk!” Song Yuhang roared, gasping heavily, and then whispered with her voice lowered.
“Let’s go!”
Lin Yan, holding the whip, hesitated to act, a hint of water shimmering in her eyes. Tiger stepped forward and kicked the person over. Perhaps the movement was too intense, the mini camera stuck in the clothing finally fell off and dropped out from the hem.
Song Yuhang’s pupils constricted, but Lin Yan had already picked up the mini camera and held it up in front of her, saying, “What is this, and you said you didn’t have it?! F*ck!”
In the blink of an eye, no one expected that even when she was tied up with her hands behind her back, Song Yuhang still had some fight left in her. She suddenly leaned forward, causing the rope to creak.
When Lin Yan came back to her senses, her finger suddenly hurt, as it was already enveloped in Song Yuhang’s warm mouth.
Song Yuhang was truly impressive. When it came to being ruthless, neither of them were inferior to the other.
With a nimble tongue, she rolled the camera out from Lin Yan’s fingertips, then mercilessly retaliated against her.
Lin Yan winced in pain, let out a light groan, and quickly let go.
“Sister Hong, are you okay!”
When she pulled out her fingertips, they were already dripping with blood.
Song Yuhang’s throat moved slightly, and right in front of them, she swallowed down the camera.
A smug smile appeared at the corner of her lips as she looked at their pale faces, and then she really laughed out loud.
“Hahaha… Want it? Kill me? Do you have the time to dissect a corpse?”
“Damn it! I’ll shoot you to pieces and see if you can still talk tough!” Tiger’s anger flared, he grabbed the AK behind him, bullets loaded, and pressed the trigger aiming at her.
However, faster than him was the handgun in Lin Yan’s hand, and after a loud bang, smoke emerged from the muzzle.
The shot hit its mark right on target, fatal, and Song Yuhang’s head drooped down, blood quickly spreading on her clothes. Her face was pale as paper, lifeless.
The Supreme Lord seemed surprised that she had directly shot and killed the head of the criminal investigation team, an important figure in the police force, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Lin Yan’s face remained cold as she holstered the gun.
“I said, I have a vendetta with her, only I can take her life.”
Faint gunshots could be heard from the entrance of the factory area, and Liu Zhi’s men were running over in a disordered manner.
“Supreme Lord, Sister Hong, quick, let’s go, we’re surrounded!”
Tiger quickly helped the Supreme Lord up, while the rest of the remaining soldiers lifted Kuba. Lin Yan followed Liu Zhi at the front, leading the way, as the group moved through the deep mountain forests one step at a time.
Until the end, she didn’t dare to look back, afraid that seeing Song Yuhang’s dying expression would make her cry uncontrollably on the spot.
Lin Yan moved through the dense forest, branches scratching her cheeks. She didn’t know how long they had been running until they finally stopped because she fell.
“Sister Hong!” Liu Zhi noticed that she didn’t catch up and went back to help her up, only to see a glimmer of tears in her eyes.
He had never seen her show such a heart-wrenching expression before.
However, it was just for a moment. Lin Yan wiped away the unnecessary tears from the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand, saying, “It’s nothing, just twisted my foot, it hurts a bit, let’s go.”
Liu Zhi was skeptical, “Sister Hong…”
Before he could finish his sentence, she had already gotten up on her own and staggered ahead.
Liu Zhi stopped thinking about anything else and quickly caught up with her.
They ran not far when the gunfire gradually died down. The sound of cars could be heard on the mountain road, but it wasn’t a large force, just two small police cars. It was the main force of the Bureau of Criminal Investigation, led by Feng Jianguo and his trusted aides.
Duan Cheng was the first to open the car door and ran out with a medical kit, followed closely by Fang Xin and Zheng Chengrui.
Feng Jianguo got out of the other car but couldn’t keep up with the young ones due to his lack of physical stamina, panting heavily with a beer belly.
“Hey, slow down, my old bones can’t keep up with you guys.”
The young policeman who was “killed” by Lin Yan in the bushes climbed up, took off his bulletproof vest, rubbed the sore spots where he was struck, grinning in pain. It was Xue Rui.
“Director Feng.”
“Director Feng.”
“Director Feng.”
……
Several “bodies” climbed up from the ground, with some unable to get up due to minor injuries from bullet grazes.
Fang Xin quickly went over to help the wounded and lead them out.
“Captain Song, Captain Song, wake up.” Duan Cheng found her at the warehouse door, patting her face gently. Song Yuhang had her head hanging down, unconscious.
He checked her breathing, which was still there, and took a syringe from the medical kit. After disinfecting her skin, he gently injected it into her arm.
Song Yuhang groaned in pain, coughed up a mouthful of blood upon opening her eyes. Her complexion was pale, and although she was not in danger of losing her life, she was still quite seriously injured.
“Where is it?”
Feng Jianguo walked over and asked her.
She weakly gestured for them to put her down, and Xue Rui cut the rope binding her hands with a knife.
Song Yuhang, now freed, knelt to the ground from exhaustion, pointing to her throat, “No choice, swallowed it.”
The others looked at each other with expressions of constipation.
Duan Cheng smirked as he cracked his knuckles, making a loud sound. “Let me handle this.”
Several people silently stood up and turned away, causing Song Yuhang to feel a tingling sensation on her scalp. “Wait…”
Before she could finish her sentence, he had already punched her in the stomach. She hadn’t eaten much that day, coupled with the intense fighting and existing injuries, made her already uncomfortable.
Song Yuhang bent over, feeling a surge of nausea, “Vomit…”
Duan Cheng put on gloves, picked up the mini camera, washed it clean with mineral water, and then put it into an evidence bag. Song Yuhang pointed at his nose but struggled to form a complete sentence for a while.
“You’re… you’re really ruthless! Who… who taught you this?!”
Of course, the one who taught her was none other than the renowned former forensic doctor from the Technical Investigation Department.
Fang Xin couldn’t help but burst into laughter and went over to help her up. “Let’s go, Captain Song, we’ll take you to the hospital.”
“Just a moment.” Song Yuhang hesitated for a moment, pulled out a steel plate from her inner clothing, and threw it on the ground. It was palm-sized, with visible traces of bullets on it.
As for the blood, it was simply pig’s blood that she had concealed in her clothes beforehand. She had made preparations for all eventualities before coming, including preparing for the unlikely chance of surviving.
In her imagination, even if she didn’t die today, she would have to shed a layer of skin, but she didn’t expect to still be conscious enough to see her companions.
Without that hidden steel plate, Pei Jinhong, no, it should be Lin Yan now, that shot wouldn’t have pierced her heart and taken her life.
Her gun muzzle was three inches off target, and the bullet would cleverly lodge between her ribs.
As long as she received timely medical treatment, she still had a chance of survival.
Lin Yan gave her the hope of life but left death to herself. This journey ahead would be treacherous, like walking on thin ice.
While waiting for other colleagues to clean up the battlefield, Song Yuhang didn’t rush to the hospital. She asked Duan Cheng for a cigarette and squatted at the edge of the cliff smoking.
The former Bureau Director walked up to her and handed her a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes.
“Are you wondering why I let her do all this?”
Song Yuhang shook her head and didn’t respond. She smoked a cheap five-yuan pack of cigarettes, blew out smoke rings, and gazed into the distance.
“That question isn’t actually important. If it were me, I would have done the same.”
“I’m just thinking…” The young head of the Criminal Investigation Team stood up, hands in her pockets, looking at the rising sun before her, the vast rivers and mountains, the magnificent and tumultuous scene, her eyes filled with boundless loneliness.
“She shot me, thinking I was dead. How difficult must it be for her? I can’t tell her I’m still alive, just as she can’t tell me.”
Duan Cheng and Xue Rui helped the other injured colleagues to the car, chatting casually as they walked.
“Wasn’t this supposed to be a top-secret mission? I was lying on the ground just now, listening to the gunfire at the entrance, and it sounded pretty intense. I even thought a large force was coming.”
“Ha, there’s no large force, just firecrackers,” Duan Cheng chuckled as he pulled out a string of firecrackers from behind his waist.
“These are leftovers from Chinese New Year, didn’t finish setting them off.”
Xue Rui: “…”
As the two conversed, the car lights on the mountain road suddenly brightened, and sharp horns sounded as the large force really arrived.
Song Yuhang tossed the cigarette and slumped down.
This time truly fainting, not pretending.