Ah Heng frowned, went straight up to the sixth floor, and went to knock on the door of 602.
Tang Zhenzhen's father once held a high position and lived in a three-bedroom, one-living-room house with two households on one floor.
The advantage is that it's much quieter than living in a row of old-fashioned buildings.
Before Ah Heng even knocked on the door, he could vaguely hear some movement inside.
She frowned slightly, but instead of knocking, she pulled a hairpin from under her collar, expertly inserted it into the lock, and gently twisted it.
She had long since mastered the art of picking locks, even combination locks were no challenge for her, let alone this old lock.
The door opened suddenly, and as soon as she entered, she sensed something was wrong—two people were lying on the dark living room table, and judging from their build, it was a man and a woman.
By the dim moonlight outside, Aheng went over to take a closer look and found that the man was wearing a military uniform and the woman was wearing ordinary clothes, but she had the air of an older woman from the compound.
She picked up the water glass in front of them, smelled it, and remembered the note Ning Yuan had anxiously slipped to her. She had a rough idea of what was going on.
These are the political work cadres and the older women from the unit's compound who accompanied Brother Ning Yuan to discuss matters.
They were most likely drugged and knocked unconscious; they really dared to do such a thing.
Ah Heng then saw another teacup that had been overturned on the ground.
She frowned. This cup probably belonged to Wei Heng, but it shouldn't have been drugged.
She slowly walked toward one of the closed doors, from which came the sounds of a man struggling in anguish and a woman's sweet and seductive voice.
"Brother Heng...haven't you always liked me?"
The voice, choked with gasps, called out the exact same name as his own, making Ah Heng instantly nauseous and giving him goosebumps.
She suddenly slammed the door shut: "Go to hell, I'd never like someone like you..."
Zhou Heng had built up her leg strength through training, and the old-fashioned, thin door panel couldn't withstand her heavy kick. The door was kicked open instantly.
A cloying, powdery fragrance wafted towards me.
Zhou Heng's sharp gaze swept across the room and he saw that the bed curtains were drawn and a round, flat, pink candle, about the height of a finger, was lit, casting an ambiguous and dim light.
In the dim light, she immediately saw a tall man on the bed in the room.
His military uniform was mostly unbuttoned, his military trousers belt was also unbuckled, and his hands were still bound with hemp rope.
Wei Heng was desperately pushing away the woman who was pressing down on him: "Go away...go away! No..."
The woman had stripped down to her underwear and was sitting on the man, seemingly in a strange state, her body limp and groping him.
Zhou Heng was immediately shocked. Holy crap, he had seen men force themselves on women before, but today he had truly seen something new!
So it turns out you can force yourself on a man!
She showed no mercy, rushing forward and delivering a vicious elbow strike. Tang Zhenzhen didn't even have time to scream before she was instantly knocked unconscious and collapsed.
Zhou Heng looked at Wei Heng, a grown man, curled up by the bed. She frowned and went over to pat him: "Comrade Wei Heng, Comrade Wei Heng, can you hear me?"
The older woman and the political cadre outside were drugged. Wei Heng, such a big man, is said to be quite skilled. If he hadn't been drugged, a rope wouldn't have been able to restrain him.
Not to mention being subdued by a weak and frail Tang Zhenzhen.
Sure enough, Wei Heng was slapped, and he curled up even tighter, seemingly in pain and suppressing his emotions, trembling as he groaned, "Don't...don't touch me!"
Having been a soldier, seeing his comrades seemingly being abused ignited Zhou Heng's fury.
Zhou Heng's face darkened, and with a thud, he grabbed Tang Zhenzhen by the ankle and dragged her off the bed with a bang.
Ignoring the thuds as Tang Zhenzhen was hit on the head and body, she dragged Tang Zhenzhen out of the room and threw her into the living room.
Then, Ah Heng kicked her in the stomach several times without any politeness.
She was about to go back to the room to check on Wei Heng, but when she caught sight of the unconscious male political cadre, Aheng frowned and went to get some clothes for the naked Tang Zhenzhen to wear.
If this unlucky comrade wakes up and sees this shameless naked woman, he might be blackmailed by her!
Zhou Heng tied Tang Zhenzhen up, then went to the toilet to fetch a basin of cold water, grabbed a towel, and headed into the room.
In the past, when she captured enemy spies on the battlefield, she would cover their mouths with anesthetics like chloroform and then wake them up with cold water.
But if it's those emetics or other advanced anesthetics left over from abroad, then cold water won't work, but we should still give it a try.
As soon as Zhou Heng entered the room and turned on the light, he saw Wei Heng still curled up by the bed, his military uniform torn and trembling, looking pitiful.
She shook her head and muttered, "Boys need to protect themselves when they're out."
Ah Heng deftly pulled out the switchblade from his back and used it to untie the rope binding his hands.
Wei Heng loosened his grip and instinctively shoved the person closest to him, muttering through his closed eyes, "Get—away..."
Zhou Heng was prepared and didn't let him push him, but seeing his pitiful struggle, he knew that the drug hadn't worn off.
She got up and opened the two windows in the room one by one. A gust of night wind blew in, dispelling the sticky, fishy smell in the room.
Then, Zhou Heng grabbed a wet towel and turned around to wipe Wei Heng's head and face to help him wake up.
To her surprise, when she turned around, she found a tall figure standing in front of her.
Wei Heng was panting heavily, his eyes red as he stared at her.
Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes, instantly becoming alert: "Wei Heng..."
Sure enough, the next moment, Wei Heng suddenly grabbed her shoulder and pressed down on her.
Zhou Heng remained unfazed, grabbed his hand with his own, and used a joint lock to break free.
She grabbed a wet towel and slapped it hard across his face: "Wake up!!"
Wei Heng staggered, instinctively avoiding the towel, and roughly reached for her throat with his other hand.
Zhou Heng swiftly and fiercely raised his knee to strike Wei Heng's lower abdomen, but Wei Heng deflected the force and blocked the attack.
Both of them used military combat techniques, fighting like they were locked in a duel!
Wei Heng was completely out of his mind, attacking Zhou Heng purely on instinct, like a wild red-eyed beast out of control!
While dealing with him, Zhou Heng frowned and cursed, "Wei Heng, stop acting crazy and wake up!"
But Wei Heng completely lost his mind and wanted to attack her and overpower her!
As Zhou Heng watched his moves become increasingly ferocious, she couldn't kill him like she would an enemy, and she abruptly withdrew her deadly kick to his groin halfway through!
She could only hide and fight in the room, feeling extremely frustrated, and she cursed Tang Zhenzhen mercilessly!
What kind of drug did that wretched woman surnamed Tang give him?! It made even a soldier with such strong willpower lose his mind. Isn't she afraid of being killed by Wei Heng?!
Just when Zhou Heng found his chance, he suddenly grabbed a basin and slammed it down on Wei Heng's forehead with a loud crash.
Wei Heng was immediately drenched in cold water, and his head was buzzing from being hit by the basin. He froze on the spot.
His eyes were red, he was breathing heavily, and his eyelashes were covered in wet droplets, and then...
His blurred vision didn't allow him to see Tang Zhenzhen's face with its eerie, sweet smile; instead, he saw a handsome, wild face filled with anger.
“You are…” Wei Heng shook his head vigorously, as if his reason had returned.
Zhou Heng finally relaxed, and she cautiously walked towards Wei Heng: "Comrade Wei Heng, I was sent by your sister to rescue you. Relax, I'm not an enemy!"
Wei Heng lowered his eyes, remaining motionless, only uttering a low, indistinct word: "Little sister... little sister..."
Each time he thought of his little sister, a sliver of his mind seemed to return.
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