The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

The experience of the last sister who traveled through time in modern society.

Qi Xinyue is an outstanding policewoman with superb martial arts skills and sharp insight. However, no one expected that such a powerful woman would fall victim to drug dealers at home.

When everyone found Qi Xinyue, the scene before them was heartbreaking. Her body was a horrific sight, her feet dangling helplessly in the air, as if still telling of her final struggle. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes bulging, filled with endless fear and despair. Urine flowed down her trouser legs, forming a puddle that emitted a pungent stench.

The cold rope tightened relentlessly around her neck, suffocating her breath. Her hands struggled frantically, trying to grab anything that could save her life, but it was all in vain. Her nails dug deep into her skin, leaving horrific bloody marks.

Qi Xinyue's hair cascaded down, obscuring her beautiful face. Her once meticulously applied makeup was now a mess, devoid of its former radiance. Her lips parted slightly, as if she were about to cry out for help, but her throat was constricted, and only a hoarse whimper could escape.

As time passed, Qi Xinyue's body gradually became exposed, her fair skin glaring beneath the weight of the ropes. Her breasts rose and fell violently from her breathing difficulties, peeking through the slits in her clothing, adding a touch of sexiness and allure. However, none of this could conceal her pain and helplessness.

Her legs trembled slightly, as if she were still trying to break free in her final moments. Her eyes were filled with despair, as if she was clinging to the world. The whole scene was horrifying. This once brave and fearless policewoman who protected justice was now a cold corpse.

Qi Xinyue's passing has undoubtedly brought endless grief to her family, who will forever miss that strong and courageous girl. At the same time, society has lost a champion of justice, and people will remember her name and her contributions to maintaining social peace.

However, the drug traffickers showed no mercy. They watched Qi Xinyue die in agony, their faces etched with a ferocious grin. That grin was devilish, terrifying. As time passed, Qi Xinyue's struggles gradually ceased, her breathing becoming increasingly weak until it finally stopped completely.

Finally, Qi Xinyue's body completely collapsed, as if drained of all life and energy. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips purple, and her eyes were lifeless, hollow and lifeless, like a body with its soul drained away. Her tongue lolled out, as if trying to say something, but no sound came out. The entire scene was so tragic that it was unbearable to watch.

The drug traffickers had already figured out Qi Xinyue's lifestyle and knew she was always home alone. So, like cunning foxes, they quietly sneaked into her home, hiding in dark corners, and patiently waited for their chance. When Qi Xinyue returned home, unsuspecting, the drug traffickers immediately revealed their ferocious faces. Like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, they pounced on her, tightly tying her up with specially prepared ropes, and then dangling her from the air.

Qi Xinyue struggled desperately in terror, but the traffickers, outnumbered and premeditated, quickly overpowered her. They mercilessly tightened the ropes, mercilessly strangling her life. Qi Xinyue's cries for help echoed in the silent night air, but there was a deathly silence, no one responded. In the end, she could only watch helplessly as she slowly suffocated, step by step, towards death.

The drug dealers' laughter echoed in the air, like demons from hell. Their hideous faces were chilling, as if they were mocking Qi Xinyue's weakness and helplessness. They treated Qi Xinyue like a plaything, wantonly trampling on her dignity and causing her endless pain and torture.

As time passed, Qi Xinyue's breathing grew weaker and weaker, until she finally stopped. Her body stiffened, her eyes hollow, and her face etched with a look of despair and fear. The drug traffickers, however, remained complacent, unfazed by their atrocities and seemingly enjoying them.

Qi Xinyue's screams echoed in the air, like the wail of a slaughtered lamb, mournful and helpless. Her body trembled uncontrollably, each twitch a final struggle before her death, heartbreaking beyond words. Her eyes were filled with despair and fear, tears streaming down her face like a flood.

However, the drug traffickers showed no mercy to Qi Xinyue's screams. Their hearts were blinded by desire, and the pursuit of money and power became their only goal. Greed and evil gleamed in their eyes, like a pack of hungry wolves, intent on devouring Qi Xinyue.

A drug dealer stepped forward and, with all his might, slapped Qi Xinyue hard several times. The crisp slaps echoed throughout the room, and blood instantly flowed from the corner of Qi Xinyue's mouth. Her cheeks became red and swollen, and the pain on her face became more and more obvious.

The drug dealer stared at Qi Xinyue with wide eyes, his eyes full of ferocity and pride. He gritted his teeth and said, "You bitch, aren't you so powerful? Now you're just letting us do whatever we want! Hahaha!" His laughter was extremely piercing and carried a chilling chill.

Qi Xinyue raised her head with difficulty, her eyes filled with indomitable spirit and anger. Despite the torture, she still tried to maintain her dignity. She bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from crying out loud. She knew that crying in front of these demons would only make them more proud.

Qi Xinyue felt her consciousness gradually dissipate, as if being devoured by an invisible force. She tried hard to stay awake, but her body was too weak to resist the powerful force. Her vision began to blur, and everything became blurry.

Despite this, a firm belief in justice still burned deep within her heart. She knew these drug traffickers were the scum of society, their existence only bringing pain and suffering to more people. She would not let them succeed. Even in the darkest moments, she would uphold her bottom line and never bow to evil.

With her last bit of strength, she shouted incoherently, "You...will not succeed...I...will never surrender..." Her voice was weak, but it was filled with an indomitable strength. Her eyes revealed a firmness and determination that moved everyone.

When the drug traffickers heard Qi Xinyue's cries, they were surprised. They had thought this seemingly weak woman would easily succumb to their threats and violence, but now it seemed they were wrong. This woman's tenacity and perseverance were beyond their imagination.

However, the drug traffickers were not intimidated or retreated by Qi Xinyue's resistance. Instead, their rage intensified, and they were determined to make this woman pay the price. So, they intensified their torture of Qi Xinyue, trying to destroy her will and dignity.

Qi Xinyue's death meant more than just physical pain; it also involved endless mental torment. Once a courageous and fearless policewoman, she suffered such a tragic fate at the hands of a sinister enemy. This scene is heartbreaking and deeply exposes the cruelty and viciousness of drug-related crimes.

Qi Xinyue's death garnered widespread public attention, and her colleagues were outraged, vowing to seek justice for her. After a thorough and meticulous investigation, police finally uncovered a major drug operation and successfully dismantled it. However, even more shockingly, the investigation uncovered a startling secret: Qi Xinyue was actually an undercover officer lurking within the enemy ranks, silently collecting evidence against the drug traffickers.

To show off their evil deeds, the drug traffickers uploaded a video of Qi Xinyue's hanging to an international channel website, broadcasting it live worldwide. This action led the police task force to a clue. Thus, Qi Xinyue, at the cost of her own life, provided crucial clues to the police's fight against crime. Ultimately, the drug traffickers were apprehended, and Qi Xinyue's heroic deeds were forever etched in the annals of police history.