Bang...

Suddenly, a muddy sole came kicking over from the left.

The kick landed on Long Wu's jaw. His face twisted instantly, deforming from the blow. A great force sent him reeling backward, as he staggered over ten steps on the ground before two of his underlings hurriedly caught him, steadying his form.

"My... my teeth... My teeth!" Long Wu sputtered.

"Boss, he's here." The two underlings were shocked as that white figure burst out with a cheetah-like speed in the darkness.

"Quick... take him down." Long Wu was furious.

The two underlings glanced at each other and charged with machetes in hand.

Bang bang...

Obviously, these two were completely incapable of stopping Lin Chuan, especially a drunken Lin Chuan. It was well-known among the Dark Soldiers that Lin Chuan was an oddity, transforming into a completely different person when drunk. It was remembered that during a mission in the frigid hell that was Siberia, their target was a Chechen faction of about forty men. There were three Dark Soldiers in charge of the operation: Lin Chuan and two others.

Drinking a bit of alcohol in the cold was meant to warm up the body, but the vodka from Russia was too strong, and after half a bottle, Lin Chuan became unrecognizable. Reportedly, on that night, over forty Chechens were annihilated. Despite efforts by intelligence agencies worldwide, they couldn't find out why. However, in China's Special Affairs, there was a record of classified information. Dark Soldier Squad, code name 001, drunken state, 43 enemies eliminated. Time taken: 5 minutes and 6 seconds.

And this classified information has been sealed in the country, only accessible with the Five-star key. It was one of the rare documents that required such high-level clearance.

Blame Long Wu's rotten luck for encountering Lin Chuan, the freak, time and again.

When the two underlings rapidly hit the ground, Long Wu realized that things were going south. He frenziedly took out his phone, about to call for backup, but Lin Chuan was already upon him. A phrase his elders had incessantly instilled in him since childhood suddenly surfaced in his mind: In times of trouble, seek the police.

Long Wu was alarmed and quickly dialed three digits for the emergency police line.

"Heh heh..." By now, Lin Chuan had approached him.

"What... what do you want to do!" Long Wu yelled angrily.

Lin Chuan grabbed the collar of his shirt with one hand, hoisting him up effortlessly. No matter how burly Long Wu was, weighing no less than 160 pounds, he was now as easy for Lin Chuan to lift as if he were a pathetic ant.

"Die." Lin Chuan's smiling face suddenly turned grim as he flung Long Wu away with one hand.

"Ahhh..." Long Wu screamed, thrown away along with his phone.

The phone landed three meters away from Long Wu, luckily undamaged. At that moment, a voice from the police emergency center came from the phone: "Hello, this is the emergency center. What assistance do you require?"

Hearing this, Long Wu shouted desperately: "Help, save me, I... I'm at Huai Mountain South Road, someone... someone is trying to kill me."

The call center operator, upon hearing this, immediately panicked and issued an alert. Huai Mountain South Road area was under the jurisdiction of Zhang Wenhui and Song Xiaojia. Today, Zhang Wenhui had taken sick leave, having been busy investigating the Qian Chemical Plant for some time. Perhaps it was the chemical reagents from the factory that caused his recent physical weakness. As soon as Song Xiaojia received the dispatch call, she chose to respond without a second thought.

Although she was alone, her sense of justice made her refuse to shirk her duty. She didn't hesitate to respond, even if the suspect had a weapon. A police car at the intersection of Huai Mountain South Road suddenly made a U-turn, running the red light and heading straight to the destination.

Long Wu had already wet himself in fear. He regretted confronting Lin Chuan head-on. Ever since he hired a so-called Southern Fist expert last time, Long Wu realized that Lin Chuan was definitely not an ordinary person, but a formidable martial artist with extraordinary skills. Moreover, Long Wu had noticed military bearings in Lin Chuan. However, Long Wu kept denying the possibility that Lin Chuan could be a soldier.

"Brother, spare me, please." Long Wu pleaded urgently, realizing that Lin Chuan was drunk. Some people, in a drunken state, usually lose consciousness. It meant that Lin Chuan was practically an unconscious man right now, and if he decided to attack ruthlessly, Long Wu would have no chance of survival. Crawling backward, Long Wu begged, "Brother, take the Porsche. I'll give it to you. Isn't that good enough?"

Lin Chuan shook his head as though it hurt.

Screech...

Suddenly, a police car with flashing red and blue lights came to a stop, and Song Xiaojia immediately drew her gun, yelling, "Freeze, don't move!"

"Oh, my savior, you finally came." Long Wu was overjoyed.

Lin Chuan's gaze settled on Song Xiaojia.

Under the streetlight, Song Xiaojia also got a clear look at Lin Chuan, her face full of astonishment: "Lin Chuan... how... how is it you?"

"Hehe..." Lin Chuan revealed that honest and simple smile again.

"You!" Song Xiaojia frowned and said: "You're actually drunk?"

"Hehe..." Lin Chuan chuckled and slowly walked toward Song Xiaojia.

At this moment, Long Wu saw that the danger was gone, and he took to his heels towards the Porsche, covering dozens of meters in just a few seconds. Perhaps, for Long Wu, this was the fastest he had ever run in his life.

"Big brother, wait for me." The two underlings immediately shouted.

Long Wu couldn't care less, having already scared himself into wetting his pants, he needed to seize the opportunity to run; if Lin Chuan, that madman, turned his attention back to him, that would be terrible. So, Long Wu just ran as fast as he could, dashing out in the blink of an eye.

Leaving behind two underlings chasing fervently behind.

Song Xiaojia immediately put away her sidearm, glaring at Lin Chuan: "You jerk, always causing trouble. If it were someone else, they would've arrested you already."

Song Xiaojia had some fondness for Lin Chuan in her heart, especially after the explosion at the avant-garde chemical plant. Lin Chuan's self-sacrificing spirit deeply moved Song Xiaojia. And during that incident, Lin Chuan almost died at the scene of the fire. He didn't emerge from the blast of the melting furnace, and when he did come out, his body was covered in burns. That time, Song Xiaojia was truly moved, perhaps for the first time in her life so deeply touched by a man.

Song Xiaojia was getting ready to go forward and help Lin Chuan up.

Whoosh...

Unexpectedly, Lin Chuan vanished right before her eyes, his speed so swift it was astonishing.

"Where did he go?" Song Xiaojia was dumbfounded.

"Hehe..." On the hood of the police car, Lin Chuan was lying there, grinning foolishly.

"You!" Enraged, Song Xiaojia said: "You jerk even dare to run."

Song Xiaojia briskly moved closer in two or three steps, then hoisted Lin Chuan up from the car. The smell of alcohol on his body was very strong. The stench of alcohol nearly made Song Xiaojia faint. Lin Chuan stared at Song Xiaojia with a silly smile: "Hehe..."

"You truly are a troublemaking bastard." Song Xiaojia was furious, staring at Lin Chuan, and said: "Bastard."

"Bastard..." Lin Chuan chuckled in response.

Just as he got off the hood, Lin Chuan's entire center of gravity shifted onto Song Xiaojia.

"Ah..." Although Song Xiaojia was trained, she was caught off guard for a moment and leaned backward. She quickly clutched Lin Chuan tightly, and he tumbled along with her.

Splat...

Both of them crashed down together, and in mid-air, Lin Chuan's hands flailed wildly. When they hit the ground, he immediately grabbed hold of Song Xiaojia's soft chest.

Song Xiaojia didn't react at first, but when Lin Chuan's lips found hers, Song Xiaojia was suddenly shocked. Completely drunk, Lin Chuan certainly had no awareness and was merely acting on male instinct when he further infringed on Song Xiaojia. He immediately pried open Song Xiaojia's lips and went straight for the kill, quickly capturing her tongue.

"Mmm..." Song Xiaojia felt as if she had been electrocuted. She realized that Lin Chuan, this bastard, had taken away her first kiss that she had guarded for over twenty years. She desperately struggled, but then, she found Lin Chuan's hands firmly grasping her chest. Song Xiaojia became even more frantic. She hurriedly pushed Lin Chuan with both hands, but he was like a lead statue. As a man, he resisted Song Xiaojia's strength, returning with even more violent kisses.

Lin Chuan captured Song Xiaojia's tongue, seemingly wishing he could suck that fragrant and slippery little tongue into his mouth.

Song Xiaojia felt the stimulation and pain, and her struggle became more intense. Rolling over and over on the ground, the two of them continued.

Not far away, a passerby stood there gazing, his face full of astonishment. Inside he was in turmoil, my god, what's with police being so crazy these days? Catching a drunk man and wildly kissing him on the ground, why couldn't it be him? It seems that the female officer looks pretty good, has a nice body, large breasts, and a pert butt...

Song Xiaojia used up all her strength but still couldn't escape from Lin Chuan's clutches. She pleaded desperately, struggled bitterly. Ultimately, she had no strength left. Lin Chuan, this guy, was like an octopus, holding on tightly to Song Xiaojia. She was thus kissed by Lin Chuan, and moreover, her body was thoroughly fondled by this scoundrel.

Men are creatures whose greed is never satisfied. When Lin Chuan got his hands on those soft mounds, he was clearly not content. His hand boldly slipped into Song Xiaojia's uniform.

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