In order to carry out today's executions better, the People's Liberation Army Hospital spent a lot of money to renovate an ICU intensive care unit.
Mirrors are installed around the room. This is a one-way mirror. People in the room cannot see outside, but people outside can see what is going on in the room.
At this time, there were several people standing in the corridor outside this room.
These people are all very familiar with each other, but they have barely met each other.
"Steel, long time no see!"
Li Dijun walked up to Zhao Gangjun with a smile and patted Zhao Gangjun on the shoulder.
Looking at Li Dijun's attitude towards Zhao Gangjun, people who don't know must think that the two are good friends who have been together for many years.
"It's been a long time indeed." Zhao Gangjun nodded. He didn't have much thought about making face with Li Dijun. He looked at the room in front of him, and everything in the room was deeply remembered by Zhao Gangjun.
This is a closed room with no vents.
There were two soldiers holding submachine guns standing at the door of the room, and in the corridor to the side, there were also many soldiers holding submachine guns.
These soldiers are not from the Capital Military District, but elites specially selected from a certain army group in the Northeast. Each one of them is a legendary soldier king.
What these people did today was very simple, that is, to successfully complete the execution of the bandits.
"Although I already had a premonition that the tiger father has no dog son, your performance still surprised me. In just a short time, you have grown enough to set a trap for me. I have to say that I see it in you.
In the shadow of your father." Li Dijun didn't seem to give up talking to Zhao Gangjun because of Zhao Gangjun's coldness.
Zhao Gangjun smiled and said nothing.
"Taotie seems to be in a good mood."
An old man wearing traditional Mongolian clothes, holding a cane, stood aside and smiled sadly.
"Old Prince, you are still alive!"
Li Dijun smiled and said, "After all these years, I thought you had died of old age."
"If you don't die, how can I, as an elder, be embarrassed to die?"
After Arslan finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Gangjun and said, "Zhao Gangjun, I will settle Teng'er's grievance with you sooner or later."
"I will also settle Huang Mao's grudge with you."
Zhao Gangjun said with a smile, "Don't sit on the grassland and dare not show up."
"As long as you dare to come."
Arslan said, "My son-in-law on the grassland will give you a surprise."
"Don't worry, I've lived for so many years anyway, it's not more than a month or two." Zhao Gangjun said.
Arslan smiled and said no more.
The leaders of some small forces who were also invited next to them couldn't help but feel a little frightened when they saw Zhao Gangjun, Li Dijun, and Arslan confronting each other. If these three people started fighting here now, it would probably even affect the central government.
Do you have a headache?
"Zhao Gangjun, I will kill you with my own hands."
A white-faced man following Arslan gritted his teeth and said.
"Zhao Qinghuan, right?"
Zhao Gangrong raised his eyebrows and said, "Old Prince, don't you look at what the occasion is today. Is this a place for these people to talk?"
"It's my fault."
Arslan said and glanced at the white-faced man.
The man glared at Zhao Gangjun fiercely, then turned and walked away.
"If you want to make a noise, you can go outside."
A rich male voice sounded.
Everyone followed the sound and saw the God of War walking from the end of the corridor with long strides. Following behind the God of War was a bandit with his hands and feet cuffed.
Zhao Gangjun's pupils shrank.
If I had the strength of my father now, I guess it would really be possible to rescue the bandits.
It's a pity that he is still far behind me. Let alone saving people, if the God of War wants to deal with him, then he basically has no hope of running away.
"Military God, I haven't seen you for many years, and you seem to have become more powerful."
Li Dijun said to the God of War.
The Army God glanced at Li Dijun, nodded, and said with a slightly cracked corner of his mouth, "You too."
After saying that, the military god walked directly into the room where executions were carried out.
"Uncle Bandit."
Zhao Gangjun looked at the bandits and didn't know what to say.
"Look at it openly. Birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature. I just walked a little faster. No one can escape."
After the bandit finished speaking, he suddenly glanced at Li Dijun and said, "I heard that you were beaten quite badly?"
Li Dijun's face changed. He was indeed beaten badly. His men lost at least 40% of their combat effectiveness. Moreover, because of the severe crackdown document issued by the central government, he could not even take revenge and could only endure and stay at home.
, this is no longer quite miserable, but very miserable.
"I'll wait for you below. I believe we can meet soon."
After the bandit finished speaking with a smile, he was pushed into the execution room by several soldiers.
There is a large chair placed in the center of the room, which is somewhat similar to a massage chair, except that there are some iron chain-like things on the armrests and feet.
The bandit sat on it, then removed the handcuffs, and his hands and feet were fixed to the chair with iron chains.
There was a slight smile on the bandit's face, and the man who tied the chain to him was even more nervous than him, and his hands were trembling slightly.
"take it easy."
The bandit said, "Is this your first time doing this?"
The man glanced at the bandit, swallowed, did not speak, but took the time to tie up the bandit, and then walked aside.
A doctor wearing a white coat and a mask walked into the room from the corridor.
The doctor's face was almost completely covered, presumably to protect the doctor, because no one could tell whether friends from the Qing Gang or bandits would eventually vent their anger on the doctor.
Several people wearing special uniforms, carrying a metal box, also walked into the room.
There were several seals attached to this metal box. The few people removed the seals and then stood aside quietly.
The doctor walked to the box and opened it.
Inside the box is a bottle of blue liquid.
The doctor picked up a prepared needle, then picked up the small bottle in the box, and drew the medicine into the needle.
There is very little medicine, occupying less than one-third of the needle tube.
The doctor looked at the needle in his hand, swung it twice, then walked to the bandit's side, reached out and grabbed the bandit's arm, then aimed the needle at a certain blood vessel on the arm and inserted it.
puff!
The blue medicine was injected into the bandit's body.
Zhao Gangjun clenched his fists tightly, and his teeth were bleeding.
He looked straight at the man lying on the bed, and suddenly a surge of extreme anger surged in his heart.