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She realized that, eventually, her image would make its rounds in the Slavery circles if she wasn't careful.
So, she took to wearing a veil to that covered the lower half of her face.
At the same time, this kept her off the radar of most slavery groups or the occasional rogue kidnapper.
The veiled beauty with the knockout figure still enticed despite her hidden visage.
Xia either fought them all off or narrowly escaped their pursuit...
Every single time. Her penchant for avoiding capture earned her quite the reputation around Interpol headquarters and filled Xia with pride.
Xia's looks already garnered her a mile-long list of admirers at work.
Now, they were finally admiring Xia for her talents as well.
As her reputation skyrocketed, Xia Lan earned the right to operate as she pleased, and her coworkers even coined a new nickname for her, "The Unconquered Goddess."
"Do you not think that this information is any good?" She asked, motioning to the files.
"Honestly? I can't tell. It almost seems too convenient." Robert sighed.
Xia turned back to the dossier and flipped through it.
Too convenient was a massive understatement.
During the last few years, female slavery exploded as a black market business.
Interpol knew of some of the big players in the field.
There was Ace, but he mainly operated out of America, keeping his small slice of territory in a firm grasp.
There was the mysterious Beggar King, a name that Xia had heard in a recent bust, but that was all she had.
Then there was Lotus—a self-made slaver who operated independently.
Agent Lin Rossy was on her tail, as Rossy had a score to settle with her.
Other than that, Xia and her department needed to make more progress in uncovering big movers and shakers.
All their arrests involved only the small timers.
That's what made this information so tempting.
Xia flipped through the dossier and came to a photo of a very rough looking man.
His perfectly tailored and very expensive looking suit clung to his muscular frame, and tattoos were visible crawling up his arms and neck.
His hair was close cropped, and his face was that of a man who had weathered a life full of hardship and cruelty.
But the thing about him that drew the most attention was his eye, crafted from solid gold.
Despite being fake, that gold eye seemed to peer into someone’s very soul and know their deepest, darkest urges.
His name was Sergei Petrov, an oligarch from Muzzaria, a small island nation.
Muzzaria's current King worked tirelessly to clean up his country's reputation as a hotbed of female slavery.
The rest of the world recognized the King's efforts and applauded him.
The reaction in his own country, however, was more tepid.
Muzzaria's treatment of women steeped itself in thousands of years of tradition.
Changing public sentiment wouldn't happen overnight.
Among those individuals were Sergei and his brother, Vladimir.
They bristled at the King's new laws and, as oligarchs, saw themselves above such laws in the first place.
The information that Robert was bringing to Xia included a private journal allegedly from one of Sergei's top lieutenants.
According to the journal, the brothers used their massive wealth to build a white slavery empire that quickly ballooned to enormous power.
The journal claimed that the brothers engaged in Ace's organization over the last two years and fought with them over turf.
The journal included several photos, including the one that Xia had just looked over showing the kidnapped agents being sold at an auction.
Xia licked her rose-colored lips at finally reeling in her first big fish. As if that weren't enough motivation, the journal contained the names of several female agents whom Sergei kidnapped over the last few years. The journal didn’t just contain a clue to their whereabouts, it gave a location.
Xia’s plump breasts raised up and down, and she looked at Robert. "You think someone planted the journal? Why would they do that?"
"Sergei is a rich man who no doubt has plenty of enemies. I am sure several people benefit with him out of the picture."
Xia leaned back and crossed her legs.
"You think someone is using us for their dirty work?" She smiled. “So what?”
"Because whoever this person is could be worse than Sergei. Why don't you give me some time to vet the info?"
"How long?" She sat up, tapping her fingers. Just the thought of bringing a big fish like Sergei was too good to pass up.
"Xia you know how these things work, it could take a few weeks or longer."
"Yes and how many more women will Sergei sell between now and then, hell, we might still have a chance to rescue these girls!" She motioned to the picture of the FBI agents on the auction block.
"Those agents knew the risk when they signed up for the mission and have been officially written off the Bureau." Robert was taking his “dad tone” with her.
"Is that what you'd say if I were in their place? Since when did Interpol start abandoning its agents? "
"We follow orders. We prioritize what the agency tells us to prioritize. Besides, None of those girls would want to risk compromising another agent. Especially not the Unconquered Goddess. You're practically a superhero to some people.”
"Some hero. I am just going to let them rot while worrying about saving my own skin?"
"Just give me some time so we don't go in half-cocked. I promise I'll work as fast as possible. Until then, don’t move without me!" Robert scolded.
Xia sighed and took another sip of her coffee.
She knew that Robert still saw her as a meek little girl who hid her face away in fear of the men who'd become lost in lust as soon as they saw her.
Part of her couldn’t blame him. Other women would be proud if they had Xia’s looks, but her looks were a potential calamity.
Only Robert knew her story, and knew why she took her war on slaver’s so seriously.
As a child, her mother, aunt, and three of her cousins were all beautiful, but none came close to Xia.
When she was a teen, they all went for a family vacation to Thailand.
It was a beautiful day, and Xia remembered it well because she was sick, something she ate didn’t agree with her, which left her confined to the hotel room while the rest of her family went out to enjoy the beach.
They never came back.
One day turned into two days and eventually she contacted the police.
When she showed pictures of the missing family members to the police, they just shook their heads.
Traffickers preyed on pretty tourists who didn’t know better, and the police told her that most likely her family were halfway around the world at that point.
From that point on, Xia swore to take down any kidnappers she could find.
When she joined Interpol, she saw the looks her male co-workers gave her, and how they scoffed at her quest to take down traffickers.
In fact, before she was the Unconquered Goddess, Xia was known around Interpol’s offices as "Kidnap Bait."
Now she looked at the closest man she had to a real father, appreciating his concern for her but annoyed at his hesitancy.
She never knew her actual father. She didn’t even know his name, just that he was a white Englishman.
Her mixed heritage accentuated her looks but made many in her country look down on her mother.
Once she started blossoming, it was hard for her to trust any man.
She could see the hunger in their eyes. Robert was different; he genuinely cared for Xia as a person.
"Ugh! Fine. Just do your best." The Alluring Asian crossed her arms, pouted, and eventually huffed back in response.
"Xia, if we can help these girls, we will do everything we can to free them." With that he snubbed out his cigarette, nodded at her, and walked away.
The moment he left, Xia smiled. She knew Robert was looking out for her, but he was becoming overprotective.
She already knew his answer, but she wasn't about to listen, not when the chance to take down a major player was on the table.
Once she knew that Robert was gone, she pulled up the boarding pass on her phone and checked in for her flight details.
***
Xia strolled into Auckland airport, doing her best to hide her curvaceous figure with a long brown trench coat.
Her trademark black veil adorned with jewels hid her lower face and a large brimmed hat sat atop her head.
This mission needed to go smoothly, and for that to happen, she needed to stay off the radar, especially since what she had under the coat made her stand out like a sore thumb.
The long trench coat hid a tight white cutout sweater with a window exposing her cleavage, and the top stuck to her body as if it took every single stitch to contain her luscious figure, and only came down to just above her belly button, showing off her washboard stomach.
A tight miniskirt wrapped around her waist and was so short that if she put her hands to her side it wouldn’t even reach the middle of her fingertips.
To complete the look, her footwear consisted of two 6-inch ankle strap pumps.
Despite her disguise, she couldn’t help but notice people around the airport sneaking a second look at the mysterious femme fatale.as she made her way to the terminal. Shortly after, She boarded the airplane with her hat in her hand en route to her first destination.
"Welcome to Malaysian Airlines," a melodic, breathy voice echoed in Xia's ear as she entered through the passenger entry.
Xia had booked a private first-class cabin, and glanced up at the source of the voice.
A sultry, oval-faced beauty met her gaze.
The Flight attendant possessed a slim waist, round chest, and plump rear end.
The disguised Interpol agent arched her eyebrows and drank in the enticing package before her, then peeled off her coat and removed her hat and veil, and tossed her hair as if readying herself for a relaxing evening.
When the fight attendant saw Xia Lan's hidden features, her pupils shrunk.
Xia noticed this fact, and a smile crept onto her face.
The two pilots stood near the cockpit to greet passengers as they boarded.
Both men gulped simultaneously as the two incredible beauties standing face to face.