At night, 10:30.

The suburbs of Yi City, a dedicated execution site at No. 57.

"Kneel down and put your hands behind your back." The soldier pointed his gun at Uncle Liu Zi and shouted.

The cold wind roared, and the dark sky was covered with dark clouds, as if a heavy snow that was enough to freeze people's hearts and lungs was about to fall.

Uncle Liu Zi stood in front of the pit with his back to everyone, motionless.

"Kneel down!"

The soldier shouted again.

Uncle Liu closed his eyes and recalled those years, those vivid things that were like a dream in Nan Ke.

"Damn it!" the soldier cursed, holding the butt stock was about to smash Uncle Liu Zi's legs.

"Forget it, prepare for execution." An officer shouted from the side.

When Liu Zishu heard the sound, he turned his head and stared at the Northeast. It was his hometown and everything was beautiful.

"Crash!"

Four soldiers raised their guns.

Uncle Liu stared at a place thousands of miles away, and murmured softly: "I...I'll go home first."

"Kang Kang Kang Kang Kang Kang..."!"

After a gunshot, Uncle Liu Zi burst into blood mist all over his body and fell into the pit with a gurgle.

In the early days of Tiancheng, the powerful generals and veterans who expanded their territory died in a foreign land at this moment.

He was one of the first people to follow Qin Yu; he was the hardcore brother who was appointed by Uncle Ma to accompany Ma Laoer and grow up with him; he was the one who discovered Xiaobai and cultivated the treasure army with one hand. His calm personality was in the early days of Tiancheng, and I don’t know how much unnecessary trouble Ma Laoer and Qin Yu had. He was one of the earliest five elders of Tiancheng; he was Uncle Liu Zi, whom Tiancheng would never meet again in the future...

He left, and was so anxious that he didn't say goodbye to those who thought about him.

Next to the big pit, two reporters took a camera and took a photo around the perimeter before turning around and leaving.

Yu Weiliang threw away the cigarette butts, waved his hand and shouted, "Buried."

After speaking, the soldiers held shovels and buried the deep pit to death.

Five minutes later, the executive team hurriedly left.

...

Early the next morning.

In Yuanshan Life Town, in the command center courtyard, Qin Yu was sitting in the living room and eating, while news from District 5 was playing on his tablet.

Qin Yu didn't know how to read these things in the past, but since he came to Sichuan Mansion, he has been very concerned about this information. Even if it is boring, he will finish reading the subtitles.

Cha Meng stood beside him washing his face, and asked softly: "Today...?"

On the tablet, the female anchor who broadcasts the news in Korean suddenly said three words in a stiff tone: "Uncle Liu...Zi Zi..."

At first, Qin Yu didn't hear it clearly, but the female anchor later repeated another sentence. He was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned his head and looked at the tablet.

On the screen, the photos of Liu Zishu in Songjiang and the scenes before being executed were completely exposed.

"Click!"

The chopsticks in Qin Yu's hand fell to the ground unconsciously. After a few seconds of confusion, he immediately picked up the tablet.

"What's wrong?" Cha Meng frowned and walked over.

In the picture, how Uncle Liu Zi was escorted away from No. 57 and how he arrived at the execution location were all recorded very clearly. Except for the scene where there was no direct execution, even his body was photographed very clearly.

Qin Yu's mind was blank, and he was completely confused when he sat in his original position.

"This...what's going on?" Cha Meng looked at the screen, his face pale.

Qin Yu immediately pressed the reply to Broadcasting, and after taking a look at the screen again, his hands trembled unconsciously twice.

"Di Lingling!"
Chapter completed!