It was midnight when Wang Zhuo and Ruann Mingqing left the barbecue joint, a late hour to begin with. After driving for some time, adding in foreplay and the main event, the dashboard clock now blinked 1:00 AM.

The park lay at Jiangzhou's periphery, originally unsuitable for backseat intimacy. During summer, the Forestry Bureau had planted an expansive green belt along its perimeter road - a living tapestry of towering trees above and low shrubs below that effectively masked the open vistas. This created a human-made veil perfect for clandestine encounters.

Backseat trysts remained highly discreet matters. Few knew about this hidden spot; word hadn't spread, and with autumn's arrival, the summer peak had passed. Here at the park's edge, only Wang Zhuo's unregistered Audi sat in shadow beyond streetlamp reach, an isolated fortress with no fellow enthusiasts nearby.

Recalling when Cheng Gang first brought him here late last summer - a stifling evening where seven or eight cars lay silent under tree cover, some still gently trembling from occupants inside. As they passed by, muffled moans occasionally escaped through the windows. Some drivers had installed sunshades on their windshields; others crudely taped newspapers across the glass. Through those paper slits, one could easily glimpse silhouettes outlined in white.

If those with sunshades were fully armed and prepared, Wang Zhuo tonight had fortified himself to his very hair follicles. This Audi B Ring wasn't just equipped with window privacy films - its windshield featured a retractable louver system. A simple button press deployed the curved blades like armor plating, sealing the car's most vulnerable point into an impenetrable citadel.

While this certainly reduced the thrill of illicit encounters (nothing beats actual field operations), it added premium points to the sedan's detail score. Not that you had to use such features if craving more excitement.

Alcohol-fueled Ruann Mingqing already treated the interior as a sanctuary - until Wang Zhuo suddenly warned, "Someone's coming." She jolted upright in alarm.

Privacy films allowed visibility inward but reflected only one's own image outward like a mirror at night. With streetlights long extinguished and ambient light minimal, Ruann found it hard to discern anything through the window.

A faint metallic screech - soft yet piercing in the stillness - made her spot the dark blue van parked nearby. The sound came from its sliding door opening as two figures emerged.

Turning toward Wang Zhuo, she noticed his smirking gaze fixed on the van while methodically buttoning up a shirt. Her eyesight wasn't bad at all, yet she'd barely spotted them through the window pressed up close. How was it he saw everything clearly from half a meter away? Could his vision truly be that extraordinary?

"You wait here," he said, pulling on pants without even wearing underwear underneath.

Ruann whispered, "Why provoke strangers? Let's just leave."

Wang Zhuo snorted, shaking his head: "We're not going anywhere. They came specifically for us."

By now the two officers had circled the Audi before conferring with the van driver who approached from behind. Both carried palm-sized DV recorders they pointed at the car as their third accomplice joined them.

Their ambush plan crumbled instantly - Wang Zhuo had remotely locked all doors and windows hours ago, a standard precaution for backseat sessions: releasing the handbrake, silencing the dashboard and horn, retracting protruding components if possible. Such lessons came from experience. A couple in Taiwan once forgot to disengage the parking brake during their hillside tryst, sending them tumbling into a ravine with clothes askew under reporters' lenses. Others had accidentally triggered horns or mistakenly opened windows mid-encounter.

Even without pre-locking, however, Wang Zhuo's night vision made this ambush laughable. He continued leisurely dressing, occasionally caressing Ruann's soft bottom or kissing her fragrant lips. Though exasperated by his nonchalance, she surrendered to his whims, her trust in him blind. She'd witnessed firsthand how he defeated a former special forces soldier at the Lock Dream Bar and later seen online videos of him disarming officers and beating thugs. To her, he was an extraordinary figure existing beyond ordinary lives - if he said they'd leave those cops rolling away, they simply would.

Frustrated, the three men felt like mice trying to bite a turtle's shell. Usually their ambushes required only tapping windows to force compliance. The time and location ensured cooperation once license plates were recorded and exits blocked. Many targets didn't even bother with sunshades or newspaper shields, believing darkness sufficient cover - until these officers shone flashlights through windshields for irrefutable evidence.

But this Audi had no license plate and its windows were perfectly sealed. Their seasoned operation hit a fortress they couldn't breach, frustration simmering in the air. The DV-wielding officer hammered on the door: "Open up! Police inspection!"

Wang Zhuo continued grinding Ruann against the backseat, ignoring his shouts entirely. With three officers watching outside and Ruann's heightened passion from dual stimulation, she soon let out a few unrestrained moans that pierced even the car's excellent soundproofing. The trio inside their "catch cheating" mission heard clearly through the window - how dare they defy police presence!

"Open this door or we'll smash it!" he threatened louder, rapping the metal until it thudded rhythmically.

With a sudden engine rev, the Audi idled to life. An officer sprinted ahead of the hood like some brave knight facing armor on wheels, though privately hoping whoever drove wouldn't floor the accelerator in their drunken rage. His plan was simple: if the windshield curtain lifted for escape, he'd be visible and flee immediately - no sense risking his neck over some reckless drunk's insurance scam.

His thoughts were cut short as sudden headlights blinded him completely. Wang Zhuo had just flicked on the high beams, momentarily disabling one opponent with blinding light before yanking open the driver's door and lunging out. The DV-wielding officer barely twisted back in time to see his recorder snatched mid-air by Wang Zhuo who flung it into the car before slamming the door and locking remotely.

The street now held only Wang Zhuo as if conjured from thin air, the Audi B Ed3 still parked quietly like nothing had happened. Before the disarmed officer could roar in fury, a flying fist struck him squarely - his face bloomed with blossoms of blood as he crumpled to the pavement.