Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu kicked her legs desperately, but the effects of the drug hadn't worn off yet; her limbs were weak and powerless. "You stinking bastard... you madman..."

She raised her knee to attack his abdomen, but he easily dodged it.

Xu Chenglin bit her aggressively, and Shi Luyu arched her body in pain, a scream bursting from her throat, tears streaming down her face.

"don't want!"

Xu Chenglin ignored her. His lips, through the thin fabric of her dress, landed below her collarbone.

Shi Luyu struggled a few times, leaving red marks on her wrists, but she couldn't pull herself out at all.

In that instant, her consciousness became completely clear, and all the confusion and chaos were dispelled.

Just as Xu Chenglin's fingers were about to pull downwards...

Outside the tent, a deafening cannon blast suddenly erupted.

boom--!

The entire camp shook violently.

The overhead field lamp swayed violently, the gun parts on the table were shaken and slid off, the ammunition box was knocked over and the metal scraped against the ground with a piercing screeching sound.

Xu Chenglin suddenly became alert.

Taking advantage of this moment, Shi Luyu turned her face away, her chest heaving violently, as if she had suddenly managed to breathe from the depths of water where she was on the verge of death.

Soon, hurried footsteps could be heard outside.

Someone outside the tent shouted hoarsely, "Young Master Lin! Something's happened!"

"Fighting has broken out on the border! Three sides are exchanging fire! Our firing position on the west flank has been bombed!"

Xu Chenglin's irritable face darkened abruptly, and he turned around abruptly.

Before he could even speak, there was another loud bang.

Artillery fire exploded around the camp, the blast waves ripping off half of the tent fabric. Scalding gunpowder smoke and the smell of dirt rushed in, instantly turning the outside into chaos.

Gunfire erupted in rapid succession.

The sound of heavy machine gun fire came from afar, as dense as a downpour hitting sheet metal.

The night was torn open by the explosions, and the firelight illuminated the undulating mountain shadows beyond the border.

The soldiers in the camp quickly went into combat mode. Some dragged ammunition boxes to fill in the gaps, some carried rocket launchers and rushed out, and some were blown to the ground, their screams soon drowned out by the more intense gunfire.

Xu Chenglin grabbed his coat from the bedside, his face darkening as he cursed, "Who the hell started it first?"

The people outside were practically shouting themselves hoarse:

"I don't know! The people in northern Myanmar moved first, and the Lao line is advancing too! Our people are caught in the middle, and communications on the east side are cut off!"

Xu Chenglin's eyes were gloomy as he picked up his gun and walked out.

Before leaving, he glanced back at Shi Luyu on the bed.

She was curled up in the corner of the bed, her long hair disheveled, her face pale, tears streaming down her face, her clothes torn to shreds, and she looked so disheveled that she seemed to have lost her soul.

Xu Chenglin stared at her, gritting his teeth and sneering, "Consider yourself lucky."

He turned and rushed out of the tent, shouting, "Keep an eye on this woman! Anyone who lets her escape, I'll kill them!"

Two soldiers immediately stood guard at the tent entrance.

War raged outside.

The three forces clashed and tore at each other along the border, the valley illuminated by intermittent flashes of light from the artillery fire. Xu Chenglin's team was originally a privately mobilized armed force, not small in number, but they never expected to be drawn into such a large-scale firefight.

One by one, the fires ahead went out.

The radio was full of static and shouting.

"The northwest flank cannot be defended!"

"Not enough ammunition!"

"An armored vehicle is advancing!"

"Young Master Lin! Our people have been cut off!"

Xu Chenglin stood with his hands on his hips next to the temporary command vehicle at the camp, his face growing increasingly grim.

He grabbed the communicator and roared, "Hold on tight! Anyone who backs down, I'll skin them alive when we get back!"

The orders could not suppress the artillery fire.

Another shell landed, turning the outer watchtower of the camp into a pillar of fire. Wooden planks, sheet metal, and even human bodies were thrown into the air by the blast before crashing heavily into the mud.

Xu Chenglin's troops began to fall into disarray.

Some soldiers retreated in panic, and some were knocked down by stray bullets before they had even run ten meters.

The firelight made Xu Chenglin's pupils appear red, and he finally realized that this was no ordinary conflict. Someone was using the border skirmish as an excuse to completely wipe out his troops.

Just as his lines were about to collapse, a muffled rumble suddenly came from the distant night sky.

At first, it was just a low line.

Soon, the sounds approached in rows.

Rumble...

Rumble—!

Everyone in the camp instinctively looked up.

In the pitch-black night, one armed helicopter after another pierced through the smoke and descended from the other side of the valley.

A perfectly orderly formation.

The propellers whipped up a fierce wind, tearing the mountain mist and black smoke from the fire into pieces. Powerful searchlights swept down from the sky, like cold, giant eyes, instantly locking onto the entire battlefield.

The next moment, the gun ports on both sides of the helicopter opened simultaneously.

Heavy machine gun fire swept across the valley.

The enemy's firing positions in front of Xu Chenglin's lines were breached within seconds. The armed convoy, which had been clamoring to advance, was precisely targeted and blown up, its vehicles rolling, flames erupting, and explosions echoing one after another.

The adjutant beside Xu Chenglin exclaimed, "Who...whose people are they?"

Xu Chenglin stared at the sky, gritting his teeth in silence.

Whose people are they?

Who has such firepower reserves, able to penetrate the borders of three countries without anyone daring to stop them?

Xu Chenglin should know this in his heart.

The next moment, in the bright light of the helicopter landing, a convoy of black armored vehicles appeared from the end of the mountain road.

One after another, their headlights pierced through the smoke and fire, gleaming with a cold, metallic light.

The car was entirely black, with no other markings on the front, except for a very subtle golden snake-eagle pattern that flashed by in the firelight.

Following this, the first group of black-clad armed men rappelled down from the helicopter. Upon landing, they quickly dispersed, advancing with guns drawn, their movements almost terrifyingly synchronized.

The heavy machine gun was mounted on a temporary high point, snipers occupied the ridge, and medical and communications teams deployed simultaneously.

The entire chaotic battlefield was as if it had been forcibly suppressed by a giant hand of a god after they appeared.

The roar of the helicopter was so loud it hurt people's eardrums, and Xu Chenglin's grip on the gun slowly tightened.

The black helicopter in the center slowly descended, and the cabin door opened. Strong winds whipped up dirt and sparks, and a tall, unruly figure stood by the door, his broad shoulders and narrow waist wrapped in a black combat suit, a tactical belt cinched at his waist, and his long legs stepping onto the edge of the landing rope.

Xu Yuanjia did not come down immediately.

He stood calmly on the high ground, looking down at the entire battlefield.

Behind them were helicopters, and beneath their feet were flames and smoke. All around them stood black-clad troops with guns at their sides.

The artillery fire tore the night apart, and the living and the dead mingled together, but to him there was no difference.

The man's face was rendered extremely cold by the interplay of light and shadow, his brows and eyes were weary, his lips held a hint of impatience, and his demeanor remained nonchalant and untamed.

"Xu Chenglin." Xu Yuanjia lazily stepped down.

"If you want to die, just say so. There's no need to go through all this trouble."

The man, unusually, abandoned his playful expression and said, word by word:

"You dare touch my people?"