Alternative humiliation

She could feel her cheeks burning—not from shyness, but from extreme anger.

Her knuckles stood out, white from the force with which she gripped her gun.

But she forced herself to calm down.

The more critical the situation, the less she could afford to be provoked.

The enemy had come prepared, while she was practically blind.

A head-on collision would absolutely be a dead end.

The only way was to feign weakness and lower his guard.

Then, find a chance to strike a fatal blow.

Qin Bing took a deep breath.

Forcing down her anger and disgust, she made her voice sound with a barely perceptible tremor and confusion.

"I... I don't understand why men love looking at legs, at breasts... My legs, other than being a bit long and straight, aren't anything special..."

She kept her voice very soft, carrying a hint of girlish confusion.

As she spoke, relying on her memory and the source of the sound, she moved step by step toward the blurred shadow, silent as a cat.

The sound from the loudspeaker paused.

Seemingly surprised by her reaction, it then burst into even more excited laughter.

"Hahaha! Interesting! Fucking interesting! I just love the pure yet slutty type like you! Come on, tell me more, what does a police beauty like you think about being my bitch?"

Qin Bing stopped in her tracks.

She could feel that she was less than five meters away from the source of the voice.

In the extreme darkness, she could even vaguely make out a blurred human silhouette.

There was only one chance.

She closed her eyes, letting her heart become as still as water, automatically filtering out the vile information that made her anger surge.

When she opened them again, only cold killing intent remained in her eyes.

She spoke again, her voice filled with a self-deprecating, seductive tone of someone who had given up on everything. Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying endless shame.

"Actually, I... I've long wanted to quit. Being a police officer is too tiring, fighting and killing every day... I also want a strong man to conquer me, to protect me... I just don't know if you... if you have the ability..."

This sentence exhausted all her strength.

The moment she finished, she didn't hesitate any longer!

She launched herself like an arrow released from a bow, suddenly exploding into action!

Her right leg traced an extremely fierce arc in the air, accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air, and with all her might, she slammed it toward the shadow she had locked onto!

This kick was her finishing move, enough to snap a tree as thick as a bowl!

However— "Bang!" A dull thud sounded.

The expected sound of shattering bone did not come; instead, she felt the sensation of kicking something made of hollow plastic.

She missed! At that moment, Qin Bing's heart sank to the bottom.

The blurred shadow collapsed under her flying kick.

Through the dust kicked up by the fall, she saw clearly that it wasn't a person at all, but a mannequin wearing a black jacket!

Where the mannequin had fallen, a black loudspeaker was flashing with a faint red light.

"Hahahahahaha!" This time, Big Donkey Brother's laughter didn't come through the loudspeaker, but from all directions of the warehouse, filled with undisguised mockery and playfulness.

"Little beauty, you want to trick me with these little tricks? You're so naive! But that act of feigned shyness you put on just now really got me off!"

Qin Bing gritted her teeth. The other party had been toying with her from beginning to end!

Moreover, the fact that he could precisely know her every move and every expression meant only one thing: he was likely wearing night-vision goggles!

"If you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one! What kind of man hides in the shadows!" Qin Bing roared, her voice trembling slightly with rage.

"One-on-one? Sure." Big Donkey Brother's voice carried a hint of playful amusement.

"But before we fight, you should take a look at your own situation. Don't you feel like something's not quite right under your feet right now?"

Hearing this, Qin Bing instinctively moved her feet. Immediately, her expression turned incredibly ugly.

Her feet felt as if they had been welded to the ground; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lift them an inch.

A strong, sticky sensation came from the soles of her shoes, and every time she moved, she could feel the rubber of the soles stretching and deforming.

Superglue! She immediately realized that the spot where she had been standing was coated with this industrial-grade strong adhesive.

She would have had a chance to retreat immediately after missing her kick, but she had been provoked by Big Donkey Brother's taunts and distracted for a second or two.

And that one or two-second delay was enough for the adhesive to form an unbreakable chemical bond with the soles of her tactical boots.

"I advise you not to touch it with your hands." Big Donkey Brother's voice was filled with malicious warning.

"If this stuff gets on your skin, you won't be able to keep these hands. When that happens, you won't even be able to hold a gun, so how will you play with me then?"

Despicable! Shameless! Qin Bing cursed every generation of this man's ancestors in her mind.

She was now like a butterfly stuck in a spiderweb—possessing all this strength, yet unable to move.

"See, how thoughtful I am." Big Donkey Brother's voice sounded again.

"Knowing you can't wear your shoes anymore, I specially prepared a new pair for you."

Following the guidance of his voice, Qin Bing looked up. Sure enough, about a meter above her, hanging from a pipe, was a black plastic bag.

"Aren't you touched? You can reach it; this is a gift from me to you."

Qin Bing gritted her teeth; although she knew it was a trap, she had no other choice.

She carefully holstered her pistol, grabbed the frame of the iron door behind her, tensed her legs, and relying on her strong core and arm strength, barely managed to retrieve it.

This bastard must have investigated her.

She angrily untied the black bag. Upon opening it, her cheeks instantly flushed as red as if they were dripping blood.

Inside the bag was, unmistakably, a pair of black, diamond-encrusted stiletto heels!

The heels were thin and long, visibly at least ten centimeters, shimmering with a dangerous and eerie luster in the dark.

In her life, she had never touched such things, except for the one time she was forced to wear them at her police academy graduation dance.

"How is it? Do you like it?" Big Donkey Brother's voice was filled with anticipation and excitement.

"Put them on quickly; I can't wait to see how your long legs look in them. Don't worry, I promise you, I won't sneak attack you while you're changing shoes. Once you've put them on, I'll come down and give you a chance for a fair duel."

Qin Bing gripped the high heels, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She knew that this so-called "fair duel" was just another vicious humiliation.

Wearing these things, let alone fighting, she would struggle even to stand steady.

But did she have any other choice?

Amidst Big Donkey Brother's urging, filled with filthy language, Qin Bing took a deep breath and made her decision.

She looked up, gave the blurred figure on the second floor a cold glare, and then slowly crouched down.

This movement caused her already tight police trousers to outline the curves of her perky buttocks even more breathtakingly.

Big Donkey Brother's breathing became noticeably heavier.