The time of reckoning has come.

Xu Yang took Park Yongzhe to the temporary detention center to see Yin Changmin for the last time.

Yin Changmin lay down on his own medical bed. The gunshot wound had not yet healed. Some people suggested that the general should be completely cured before he was shot.

Park Yongzhe looked at Yoon Changmin carefully and lamented the sudden change in fate.

Two years ago, General Yin Changmin gave an order to throw Park Yongzhe into prison like garbage.

Now, Park Yong-cheol is preparing to add fuel to the flames, put General Yoon Chang-min on trial and shoot him.

"General Yin!" Park Yongzhe said, "Do you still remember me?"

Yin Changmin looked at Park Yongzhe with blurred vision.

He has seen too many people in his life, and Park Yongzhe is really insignificant.

"What do you want to do?" Yin Changmin said softly.

For three years, Yin Changmin has been calling the shots in Northern Silla. An order can kill people, and an opinion can change the law. However, now he is just a dying man, waiting for the final trial.

Things are changing.

Xu Yang looked at Yin Changmin. He felt a power of will, as if there was an ax gathered from the anger of many people, ready to cut the man in front of him into two pieces.

"You bastard, a beast worse than a pig or a dog." Park Yongzhe began to scold Yin Changmin, "How many people have been harmed by you. Your sycophants follow you and carry out your cruel orders... A document makes people disappear, and a

Paper arrangements have ruined the futures of countless people. The reason North Silla is like this is all because of you!"

"You-" Yin Changmin said angrily, but he couldn't get up because he was too injured.

Yin Changmin stared at Park Yongzhe, as if he wanted to kill him, just like in the past.

But there was nothing he could do, Yin Changmin had no means.

In North Silla, daily operations are in the hands of the Transitional Management Committee and the Gyeongjeong System, and security is controlled by the powerful military of Nisto Company.

The power of Nisto Corporation penetrates into every corner of North Silla, and drones, synthetics, and security personnel operate unhindered within North Silla.

Even here, Xu Yang can summon 12 micro drones within 500 meters. They are everywhere like mosquitoes and operate silently.

Glory is a thing of the past. No matter how strong Yoon Changmin was in the past, he is very fragile now.

Park Yongzhe is getting more and more excited.

"We will sentence you to death, and all of your accomplices will die," Park Yongzhe said.

Yin Changmin closed his eyes and did not answer.

"It's almost done." Xu Yang saw that Yin Changmin was so angry that he stood up and walked out, followed closely by Park Yongzhe.

The staff was taking Yoon Changmin's portrait off the wall and throwing it away, as if removing a historical stain.

The public trial will be held on Saturday afternoon, and the venue will be Xincheng Stadium.

Because the court was still being renovated, a stage in the open air could only be set up for the trial of Yin Changmin.

Many people were very interested and came to observe how Yin Changmin met his end.

"His death is also very important, marking the end of an era." Xu Yang sat in the stands, leaning forward and resting his hands on the metal railings.

Park Yongzhe sat next to him.

"When I was in prison, I just dreamed, fantasized, and kept thinking that someone would drive this self-righteous guy out. Today, it really came true." Park Yongzhe sighed with emotion.

The presiding judge is the highly respected North Silla jurist Kim Gil-ho. When he entered the court, people applauded thunderously, because Kim Gil-ho was also imprisoned for opposing Yin Changmin. Today, he has the opportunity to personally preside over the trial of Yin Changmin and his subordinates.

An unforgettable revenge.

Kim Ji-ho followed the procedure, and people were eagerly waiting to hear him read out Yoon Chang-min's crimes.

Many witnesses were brought to the stage to identify Yoon Changmin, who was full of evildoers.

Murder, torture, kidnapping, frame-up... and countless evil deeds. In the nearly three years since he was in charge of North Silla, Yoon Chang-min has done countless things as he pleased.

Yin Changmin was sitting on a bench, his hands were cuffed, and he was located in the middle of the stadium, being stared at by people.

"His position was just being watched by everyone, and he could hear everyone cursing and insulting him." Xu Yang looked over.

"He deserves it!" Park Yongzhe said, then stood up and joined the condemnation team.

"Go to hell!"

"roll!"

"Butcher!"

"tyrant!"

The once majestic general was now insulted by thousands of people present. His betrayal of the Northern Silla cause and the harm he caused to people were all listed one by one today.

The people were very loud, and Yin Changmin tried to defend himself, but his voice was completely covered by the noise from all directions.

Judge Jin Jihao was also very straightforward and knocked down the wooden hammer in his hand.

"Guilty: shot!" Jin Jihao announced.

People burst into cheers, and the entire stadium and temporary court became a sea of ​​joy!

Finally! Yoon Changmin is dying!

Very good!

The atmosphere was warm, cheerful and moving.

"In this way, the era when Northern Xinluo was controlled by warlords has ended forever, and it can be considered a good thing..." Xu Yang raised his hand.

After the verdict was announced, Yin Changmin stood up and turned around. Everyone glared at him and punched the air with their fists, as if they wanted to kill him from a few hundred meters away.

There is nothing more so-called "public enemy" than this.

"I was just pushed out!" he yelled.

But his voice was drowned in the voices of more people, like a drop of water swallowed up by the waves of history.

The next day, when Yin Changmin was pushed to the execution ground, he couldn't help but recall the afternoon when his father took him to see the shuttle exhibition.

Some businessmen brought overseas shuttles imported from southern ports. Each one costs 19 million and has a top speed of 500 kilometers per hour.

At that time, he vowed to buy one when he grew up, but before his dream came true, he was about to be shot.

There were twice as many people watching the execution as there were people watching the trial.

Yin Changmin was pushed to the execution ground, but the firing squad did not kill him first, but started with several other accomplices.

"Prisoner Jin Xuguo, shoot him!"

"Prisoner Cui Xuanting, shoot him!"

"Prisoner He Zaixian, shoot him!" These people are Yin Changmin's deputies and have done a lot of things for him.

Gunshot, gunshot, gunshot.

The body fell to the ground.

The person who examined the body declared that the death penalty was valid, and then pushed Yin Changmin himself up.

The former Northern Silla general Yoon Chang-min faced the wall and knelt down to the blank wall.

What would he think of when he looked at that wall? Xu Yang witnessed this scene.

Yin Changmin, who was forced to the end of his rope, looked particularly calm.

The people watching the excitement stood on tiptoe.

For them, this is an execution they will never forget in their lifetime.

The countdown to Yoon Changmin's death has begun.

The soldier who fired the gun, wearing a red star medal, aimed his gun at the back of Yin Changmin's heart.

Pull the trigger.

boom!

A wisp of smoke rose.

A chest was opened from behind.

Yin Changmin's body trembled.

He threw himself forward and stopped moving.

Looking at his body, people maintained the greatest degree of restraint and were not as excited as they were yesterday.

Because they were already excited on the way here, in their fantasy.

Now, with expressions of great satisfaction on their faces, they dispersed one after another, talking about what happened today, or taking pictures with cameras and mobile phones to commemorate the execution of Yin Changmin.

The old days are gone, and the world is moving forward.

…

Xu Yang packed up his things and left, talking to Pu Yongzhe about other things about the Qiongting system.
To be continued...