Three days later, it was a rainy day in District 1 of Washington.
The sky was overcast and the light rain kept falling, washing the streets.
In the Tsing Yi Bureau headquarters, Zhou Tonghui was sitting in an interrogation room, wearing a brand new prison uniform.
Last night, he was secretly escorted back to Washington by plane. During the day, someone came over specially to shave off his beard, clear the wounds on his face, and clean up his whole body.
Zhou Tonghui sat there quietly, and he also realized what he was about to face.
His mind was very confused, and all kinds of images burst out uncontrollably, including the anxiety of death, the last look at the state of the world, and the reactions of his family after his death, etc.
The possibilities of every moment are rising like bubbles.
At this moment, he stared blankly at the iron door opposite, his body felt cold, and his hands and feet were shaking almost uncontrollably.
Zhou Tonghui is just in his early thirties this year, which is the golden stage of his life. He should also have an infinitely bright future. But unfortunately, he lives in a troubled time, and everything will come to an end today.
If it were a peaceful era, he might become the best lawyer in this city or even this region...
"Hoo, ho..."
Zhou Tonghui closed his eyes and took deep breaths continuously, trying to calm himself down.
He couldn't help but think of many things, including how he met Su Tianyu, Dabai and the others, and the days when he started from scratch with them and accumulated primitive things.
The experiences of these years were flashing through his mind like a slideshow.
Thinking of these, a similar emotion slowly emerged, supporting Zhou Tonghui and calming him down little by little.
"Click!"
At this moment, the door lock was suddenly opened.
"Zhou Tonghui, come out!"
A male voice sounded outside the door, which seemed particularly harsh.
Zhou Tonghui slowly opened his eyes and saw the guard standing in front of the door, waiting for him. He stood up, stepped on his heavy legs, and walked outside step by step.
…
At the same time, deep in the corridor.
In the darkness, a somewhat rickety figure sat alone on a bench, covering his head.
No one can see his current expression, and no one can know his inner thoughts at this time.
At this time, someone shouted to him: "President Kong, Zhou Tonghui is out."
After hearing this, Kong Zhenghui still lowered his head, not daring to look at the figure standing under the light.
After a long silence, he rubbed his cheeks vigorously, stood up slowly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go."
…
Five minutes later, outside the gate of the Tsing Yi Bureau, countless media were blocked on both sides of the gate with guns and cannons and umbrellas, summoned by the upper management.
The moment Zhou Tonghui came out, countless flashlights snapped and flashed.
Zhou Tonghui looked at these reporters and the crowd of people watching in the distance. They were all blond and blue-eyed. They looked different from him, had different races, and had different blood flowing in their bodies.
He calmed down inexplicably and his legs stopped shaking.
Zhou Tonghui knew that at this moment, he was not representing himself, but all the Chinese fighting in Longcheng and the Lao Mo area.
He needs to disguise himself, disguise the fear deep in his heart, and leave the last trace of his chic back in this world.
After receiving official instructions, a reporter held up a microphone and stepped forward and asked: "Mr. Zhou Tonghui, do you have anything else to say at this moment? Do you feel remorse for the evil deeds you have committed? You know, Long
How many people in this city have been harmed by the war because of your selfish desires?"
Zhou Tonghui looked at the reporter and shouted with firm eyes: "Military oppression will not become the eternal theme! Dragon City will also be independent."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhou Tonghui was pushed by the guards into the escorting military vehicle. Not far behind him, a fat blond man wearing a gray suit said to the reporter: "This is a chokehold."
Got it!"
Braving the light rain, a row of vehicles slowly set off and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
…
Half an hour later, in an empty execution ground, Kong Zhenghui stood in the rain, looking blankly at the gray sky. From beginning to end, he did not dare to look at Zhou Tonghui, or even get into a car.
He knew that, for now, these so-called prisoner transfers were all a complete show, all for the people of District 1 to see.
In this case, Zhou Tonghui was taken away, and because he was a war criminal, the relevant departments in the first district reviewed and decided not to give him the right to euthanasia!!
There was only one outcome he faced, which was to be shot.
After a while, Zhou Tonghui was carried to the execution ground by two guards, who then pushed him to his knees on the ground.
There were still many reporters around, recording every scene at the scene.
A large number of soldiers, carrying long guns on their backs, maintained order at the scene with expressionless faces.
Next to him, a pastor stood there with a Bible in his arms, pretending to pray for Zhou Tonghui in front of the camera, asking God to forgive his sins.
"President Kong, let's get started."
The secretary held an umbrella and reminded softly from the side.
Kong Zhenghui took the verdict somewhat numbly, and walked to the stage step by step with stiff steps under everyone's gaze.
The secretary stretched out his hand and helped him straighten the microphone.
"Zhou Tonghui, male..." Kong Zhenghui lowered his head, tried to speak as calmly as possible, looked at the verdict, and read softly: "For forming an armed association, provoking racial confrontation, inciting the public, and engaging in terrorist activities that endanger society for a long time. According to District 1
law……"
After Kong Zhenghui read this, he couldn't help but pause, swallowed, and couldn't control his voice anymore. He said tremblingly: "The military and political conference and the commander-in-chief of the Chinese Corps decided to sentence Zhou Tonghui as a Class A war criminal...
"
Looking at these two words on the judgment book, Kong Zhenghui's breathing gradually became rapid, and his vision became blurry. He was silent for a while, and finally said slowly: "Death penalty..."
Zhou Tonghui, who was kneeling next to him, put down all his thoughts when he heard these two words. He has lived here for many years, but this is still not his home.
He raised his head, glanced at the sky one last time, stared at the east for no reason, and slowly closed his eyes.
"Kong Zhenghui, if there is another life, I will invite you to a concert again...!"
After hearing these words, Kong Zhenghui collapsed instantly and knelt down on the muddy ground with a bang, his face covered with tears.
Behind him, a soldier stepped forward, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger at Zhou Tonghui.
"Bang bang bang!"
Three gunshots were fired and the last shout was still lingering in this area. Zhou Tonghui fell to the ground and died in this place that was not his home, but where several generations had lived for more than a hundred years.
he's gone!
Over the years, the two words he heard most were to go home. Unfortunately, the cruelty of life will not change just because of thoughts.
He couldn't wait until he got home!
…
An hour later, in the Lao Mo area, the frontline command position of the People's Min Army.
News about Zhou Tonghui's execution was quickly delivered here. Photos of the execution ground and related death certificates were placed on Su Tianyu's table.
Su Tianyu closed his eyes and sat there, silent for a long time, and said with a trembling voice: "Inform Gu Baishun to execute more than thirty senior military and political officials headed by Jiang Yuanzhen, as well as the prisoners! Immediately, immediately, kill them all.
!!!”
Next to him, a member of the National Bureau of Statistics couldn't help but remind him: "Bureau Su, these people may still be useful. Wouldn't it be a little irrational to deal with it now..."
"boom!"
Su Tianyu slammed the table hard, opened his eyes suddenly, and said with red eyes: "It's all because of the horse riding! You have to let me and my group of old brothers who worked hard together have to say this, right? Now, right?
Either you die or I die in this war, what use do I have with them?! Shoot them all! Shoot them all!!"
"yes!"
…
At the same time, a certain sea area in a region.
Yu Mingyuan was wearing a thick tattered cotton coat and an unshaven beard, sitting in a fishy-smelling fishing boat.
He held the phone tightly, with veins on his hands, and listened to the news reports over and over again. Tears suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he murmured: "You have to die..."