?Reading on mobile phone Two women were quickly stripped down to their bare forms, their bodies entwined. Eight Zero E-book (txt02.com) In the living room, the two mother-in-laws heard the odd sounds coming from the room. They exchanged a glance and both blushed slightly. Their son-in-law was strong, and in the end, it was the daughter who gained the upper hand—deeply pleased at her daughter's success. The sounds continued for nearly two hours before finally fading away. Outside, on the chilly street, Zhou Mingchu was being interviewed by reporters, speaking passionately about the progress made by the police and expressing his commitment to the public to ensure a safe Spring Festival for all viewers. In the late afternoon, Qin, the young son-in-law, stepped out of the room, dressed neatly, from between the two women's delicate arms and legs. Zhou Shiqian, who had already begun preparing dinner, noticed his neat attire and asked curiously, "Xiao Feng, are you going out?" He nodded and said, "There are some things I need to attend to, so I won't be having dinner at home. By the way, Jingjing and Sisi might still need a bit more sleep. No need to prepare dinner too early, hey!" "Then be careful when you go out—things aren't quite stable outside," the mother-in-law said with concern. "The veteran instructor replied, 'Since I entered the room, I've never left. I conducted a close inspection and found rocket launchers, assault rifles, and high-explosive ordnance inside—this certainly qualifies as a high-level terrorist!' 'I wonder,' he added, 'how these weapons were transported in. I find it hard to believe that the Chinese authorities manage weapons so strictly—even toy guns are seized as contraband, let alone assault rifles and rocket launchers, which are such powerful weapons.' The female instructor analyzed, 'Under generous incentives, people are willing to take risks. That's not surprising. What's surprising is that I sense something more than just a typical terrorist—there's a familiar feeling about him!' 'What do you mean?' Qin, the young officer, remained puzzled. The beautiful officer shook her head, admitting she couldn't quite put it into words. "He seems similar to those who came from the Island of Death—yet not exactly the same. One thing is certain: besides having undergone training in terrorist attacks, he's also a killer!" This assessment didn't surprise Qin, the young gentleman at all. He had already deduced that while the methods used were those of a terrorist attack, the real objective was to eliminate his brother—possibly even a killer himself. The sky grew completely dark, and an hour later, the lights in the room went out. The two exchanged a glance and, with perfect synchrony, took cover. A few minutes later, a figure stepped out from the back door, carrying a long travel bag over one shoulder. He scanned the surroundings carefully before taking a step forward. This person was cautious—during the period from when the lights were turned off until he stepped out, he had surely observed everything around him in detail. Yet, after stepping out, he repeated the process, only moving forward once he was certain there was no danger. After several turns and twists, he arrived at the exit of a lane, glanced around calmly, and without a word, opened the gray sedan parked at the base of the wall, then drove off. Qin Feng found it puzzling—after all, police checkpoints had already been established at every entrance and exit of the city, and his weapons inside the backpack would surely have been discovered. Soon, the answer became clear. As they passed a pond, the man slowed the car, lowered the window, and tossed the backpack out. Plonk. The backpack shattered the thin layer of ice, sinking quickly to the bottom. By morning, the ice would have fully recovered, and no one would question it. Indeed, a clever move—truly clever. Soon after, the car reached the city exit checkpoint. Several officers conducted a thorough inspection of the vehicle and even led a dog around the car in a circle to ensure everything was in order before allowing it to proceed. Two dark silhouettes glided across the sky. After the car left the city, it did not head onto the highway but instead followed a poorly maintained provincial road toward the countryside. ... At the police command center, Zhou Mingchu sat in a chair, facing a large desk. Various materials had been gathered here, including footage from the cameras installed at several stores at the incident site, as well as surveillance footage along potential escape routes that the terrorists might have used. Entry and exit records had been thoroughly investigated for all hotels and accommodations housing foreign guests. It must be said that the officers have been exceptionally diligent, maintaining such strong momentum even close to the Spring Festival—truly impressive. Yet Zhou was not particularly cheerful, as no useful evidence had yet been found. He had pledged his commitment to the entire province, though he had not specified a deadline; if the case remained unsolved before the new year's clock struck, his reputation would be ruined. Since this case has once again involved Qin Feng, the Ministry of Public Security has given it high priority, with the Minister himself personally following up. "I still don't know how things are going on Qin Feng's end," he sighed with a touch of frustration. "It's no wonder counter-terrorism has always been a persistent challenge for police forces worldwide—terrorists' intelligence is growing ever higher, their methods ever more sophisticated. Finding that quiet, unassuming individual among the bustling crowd is no easy task!" He had no doubt about his investigative direction and had issued an official reward notice under the name of the Zhongyuan Provincial Public Security Bureau, offering a reward of 200,000 RMB to any citizen who could provide useful leads. Yet, he had received numerous citizen reports, many of which ultimately turned out to have no connection whatsoever with the terrorist attack. This small village has only about a dozen households. Without the approaching New Year and the return of workers from outside, perhaps no more than three homes would have their lights on. Truly a well-chosen location—how could anyone have imagined they'd settle here? Not even the police could have predicted it, and certainly not Qin Feng himself. After the car lights went out, the man stepped down calmly, surveyed the surroundings, and then disappeared into a nearby residence. The two of them moved swiftly to either side, sealing off the front and back doors of the house while listening in on what the people inside were saying. There were three people in the room, speaking rapidly in Spanish. Neither Qin, the young noble, nor Isabel found this difficult—they didn’t need any interpreter. "How did you come back? The target wasn't killed!" "Impossible. I struck precisely at the vehicle he was riding in. No one could have survived that explosion."