Wind Rises in Dragon City

Three days later, on a rainy day, in District 1 Washington.

The sky was overcast, and the drizzle was falling incessantly, washing the streets.

In the Tsingyi 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 up the wound 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 in a mess, and various pictures burst out uncontrollably, including the anxiety when he died, the last look at the state of the world, and the reactions of his family members after death, etc.

The possibility of every moment is constantly pouring up like a bubble.

At this moment, he was staring blankly at the opposite iron gate, his body was chilling, 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 world, and everything will come to an end today.

If it was a peaceful era, he might be the best lawyer in this city, or even in this area...

"Hoo, hoo..."

Zhou Tonghui closed his eyes and took deep breaths continuously, trying to calm himself down.

He couldn't help but think of many things again, including how he got to know Su Tianyu, Dabai and the others, and those days when he and them started from scratch and accumulated primitively.

The experiences of these years, like slides, kept flashing in his mind.

Thinking of this, a wave of the same emotion slowly grew up, supporting Zhou Tonghui and calming him down a little bit.

"Click!"

At this moment, the door lock was suddenly opened.

"Zhou Tonghui, come out!"

A male voice sounded outside the door, which was particularly harsh.

Zhou Tonghui slowly opened his eyes, and saw the guard standing in front of the door, waiting for him. He stood up, took his heavy legs, and walked outside step by step.

…

Meanwhile, deep in the hallway.

In the darkness, a somewhat hunched 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 moment.

At this time, someone shouted at him: "President Kong, Zhou Tonghui has come out."

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 hard, got up slowly, and said hoarsely, "Let's go."

…

Five minutes later, outside the gate of the Tsingyi Bureau, countless media were called by the higher-ups, armed with long guns and umbrellas, blocking both sides of the gate.

The moment Zhou Tonghui came out, countless flashing lights crackled and flickered non-stop.

Zhou Tonghui looked at these reporters and the crowd of onlookers in the distance. They were all blond and blue-eyed, they looked different from themselves, their races were different, and the blood flowing in their bodies was also different.

He calmed down inexplicably, and his legs no longer trembled.

Zhou Tonghui knew that at this moment, he was not representing himself, but all the Chinese fighting in Longcheng and Laomo.

He needs to disguise, disguise the fear deep in his heart, and leave the last dash of this world's unrestrained back.

After receiving official orders, a reporter stepped forward holding a microphone and asked: "Mr. Zhou Tonghui, do you have anything else to say at this moment? Do you feel remorse for the evil deeds you committed? Do you know, Long How many people in the city have suffered from 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 gaze of everyone, Zhou Tonghui was pushed by the guards into the escorting military vehicle. Not far behind him, a fat blond man in a gray suit said to the interviewing reporter: Already!"

Braving the light rain, a row of vehicles set off slowly and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

…

Half an hour later, in an empty execution ground, Kong Zhenghui stood in the rain, looking at the gray sky in a daze. From the beginning to the end, he didn't dare to look at Zhou Tonghui, and he didn't even dare to sit in the same car.

He knew that for now, these so-called transfers of prisoners were all a complete show for the people of the first district to see.

In this case, Zhou Tonghui was taken away, and because he was a war criminal, after being reviewed by the relevant department of the first district, it was decided not to grant him the right to euthanasia!

He also faced only one result, which was execution.

After a while, Zhou Tonghui was supported by two guards and sent to the execution ground, and then pressed him to kneel on the ground.

There are still many reporters around, recording every scene of the scene.

A large number of soldiers, with long guns on their backs, maintained order at the scene expressionlessly.

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 him softly.

Kong Zhenghui accepted the verdict in a daze, and walked up to the stage step by step with stiff steps under everyone's gaze.

The secretary reached out and helped him straighten the microphone.

"Zhou Tonghui, male..." Kong Zhenghui lowered his head, tried his best to calm down, looked at the verdict, and read softly: "Because of forming an armed association, provoking racial antagonism, inciting the people, and long-term engaging in terrorist activities that endanger society. According to the laws of the first district ..."

When Kong Zhenghui read this, he couldn't help but pause for a moment, gulped, and couldn't control his voice any longer. He said tremblingly, "It was decided by the Military and Political Council and the commander-in-chief of the Chinese Corps to sentence Zhou Tonghui as a class-A war criminal..."

Looking at these two words on the trial document, Kong Zhenghui's breathing gradually became short of breath, and his eyes became blurred. He was silent for a while, and finally said slowly: "Death penalty..."

Zhou Tonghui, who was kneeling beside him, let go of all thoughts when he heard these two words. I have lived here for many years, but this is still not his home.

He raised his head, took one last look at the sky, stared at the east inexplicably, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Kong Zhenghui, if there is another life left, I will invite you to another concert...!"

Hearing these words, Kong Zhenghui collapsed instantly, and knelt down on the muddy ground with tears on his face.

Behind him, a soldier stepped forward, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger at Zhou Tonghui.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three shots were fired, and when the last cry was still floating in this area, Zhou Tonghui fell to the ground and died in this place where generations of people lived for more than a hundred years, not his home.

he's gone!

Over the years, the two words he has heard the most are going home. It's a pity that the cruelty of life will not be changed by thoughts.

He couldn't wait for the moment to go home!

…

An hour later, in the Laomo area, the frontline command position of the People's Min Army.

The news about Zhou Tonghui's execution was quickly sent here. The photos of the execution ground, as well as the related death certificates, were placed on Su Tianyu's desk.

Su Tianyu sat there with his eyes closed, silent for a long time, and said in a trembling voice: "Notify Gu Baishun, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com execute more than 30 high-ranking military officials headed by Jiang Yuanzhen, as well as prisoners! Immediately, immediately, Kill them all for me!!"

Next to him, a member of the National Bureau of Statistics couldn't help reminding: "Su Bureau, these people may still be useful. Is it a little irrational to deal with it now..."

"boom!"

Su Tianyu slapped the table hard, opened his eyes suddenly, and said with red eyes: "It's all for the sake of riding on the horse! Must let me and my group of old brothers who worked hard together get angry? Now It's a war where you die or I die, what's the use of me wanting them?! Shoot them! Shoot them all!"

"yes!"

…

At the same time, a certain sea area in one area.

Yu Mingyuan was wearing a thick ragged cotton jacket and sat unshaven in a fishing boat that smelled like fish.

He gripped the phone tightly, with veins all over his hands, listening to the news reports on it over and over again, a trace of tears flashed across his eyes, and he murmured: "You have to die..."