Chapter 18 A Shower of Blood

Three days later, a cloudy and rainy day in District One, Hua Fu.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and a continuous drizzle washed the streets.

Inside the Qing Yi Bureau headquarters, Zhou Tonghui sat in an interrogation room, wearing a brand-new prison uniform.

He had been secretly flown back to Hua Fu the night before. During the day, someone had come specifically to shave his beard, clean up the wounds on his face, and generally tidy him up.

Zhou Tonghui sat there quietly, aware of what he was about to face.

His mind was in turmoil, with various images erupting uncontrollably, including his apprehension at the moment of death, his last glimpse of the world, and the reactions of his family.

Every possible outcome bubbled up like foam.

At this moment, he stared blankly at the iron door opposite him, his body cold, his hands and feet trembling almost uncontrollably.

Zhou Tonghui was just over thirty, the golden age of his life, and he should have had a bright future. But unfortunately, he lived in a chaotic world, and everything would come to an end today.

If it were a peaceful era, he might have become the best lawyer in this city, even this region...

"Huff, huff..."

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

He couldn't help but think of many things, including how he met Su Tianyu and Da Bai, and those early days of starting from scratch and accumulating wealth.

The experiences of these years flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

Thinking of these things, a different kind of emotion slowly grew, supporting Zhou Tonghui and allowing him to calm down little by little.

"Click!"

Just then, the door lock suddenly opened.

"Zhou Tonghui, come out!"

A male voice rang out from outside the door, sounding 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 heavy steps, and walked outside.

...

At the same time, deep in the corridor.

In the darkness, a slightly hunched figure sat alone on a bench, covering his head.

No one could see his current expression, and no one could know what he was thinking.

At this moment, someone shouted to him, "Chairman Kong, Zhou Tonghui is out."

Hearing this, Kong Zhengui still lowered his head, not daring to look at the figure standing in the light.

After a long silence, he rubbed his face hard, slowly got up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."

...

Five minutes later, outside the gate of the Qing Yi Bureau, countless media outlets, called in by higher-ups, held long-barreled cameras and umbrellas, blocking both sides of the gate.

The moment Zhou Tonghui came out, countless flashes went off, flashing non-stop.

Zhou Tonghui looked at the reporters and the crowds watching from afar. They all had blond hair and blue eyes, different from him in appearance, race, and the blood flowing through their veins.

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

Zhou Tonghui knew that at this moment, he represented not himself, but all the Chinese fighting in Dragon City and the old Mexican region.

He needed to pretend, to disguise the fear in his heart, to leave the world with a final, dashing figure.

A reporter, authorized by the authorities, raised a microphone and stepped forward to ask, "Mr. Zhou Tonghui, do you have anything to say at this moment? Do you feel any remorse for the evil deeds you have committed? Do you know how many people in Dragon City have suffered from the ravages of war because of your selfish desires?"

Zhou Tonghui looked at the reporter and shouted loudly with a firm gaze, "Military oppression will not become the eternal theme! Dragon City will surely be independent!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhou Tonghui was pushed by the guards into the military vehicle that would take him away. Not far behind him, a fat, blond man in a gray suit said to the interviewing reporter, "Cut that part out!"

Braving the drizzle, a line of vehicles slowly departed, gradually disappearing from view.

...

Half an hour later, in a desolate execution ground, Kong Zhengui stood in the rain, staring blankly at the gray sky. From beginning to end, he didn't dare to make eye contact with Zhou Tonghui, or even ride in the same car.

He knew that, as far as he was concerned, these so-called transfers of prisoners were all a complete show, all for the people of District One to see.

Under these circumstances, Zhou Tonghui was taken away, and because he was a war criminal, after review by the relevant departments of District One, it was decided not to grant him the right to euthanasia!

He faced only one outcome: execution by firing squad.

After a while, Zhou Tonghui was escorted by two guards to the execution ground, where they forced him to kneel on the ground.

The area was still surrounded by many reporters, recording every scene.

A large number of soldiers, carrying long guns, maintained order at the scene with expressionless faces.

Nearby, a pastor stood there, holding a Bible, pretending to pray for Zhou Tonghui in front of the camera, asking God to forgive his sins.

"Chairman Kong, let's begin."

The secretary held an umbrella and gently reminded him from the side.

Kong Zhengui took the death warrant somewhat blankly, and under the gaze of everyone, took stiff steps, walking step by step to the platform.

The secretary reached out and helped him adjust the microphone.

"Zhou Tonghui, male..." Kong Zhengui lowered his head, trying to keep his tone steady, looked at the death warrant, and read softly, "For forming an armed association, inciting racial antagonism, instigating the public, and engaging in terrorist activities that endanger society for a long time. According to the laws of District One..."

Kong Zhengui paused here, swallowed, and his voice could no longer be controlled, trembling as he said, "The Military-Political Council and the Commander-in-Chief of the Chinese Legion have decided that, as a Class A war criminal, Zhou Tonghui is sentenced to..."

Looking at these two words on the death warrant, Kong Zhengui's breathing gradually became rapid, and his eyes became blurred. After a long silence, he finally slowly said, "Death..."

Kneeling beside him, Zhou Tonghui let go of all his thoughts when he heard these two words. He had lived here for many years, but this was still not his home.

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

"Kong Zhengui, if there is an afterlife, I'll invite you to a concert again...!"

Hearing this sentence, Kong Zhengui instantly collapsed, kneeling on the muddy ground with a thud, his face covered with tears.

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

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three shots rang out. As the final cry still echoed in the area, Zhou Tonghui's body fell to the ground, dead in this place that was not his home, but where generations had lived for more than a hundred years.

He was gone!

In these years, the two words he heard the most were "go home." Unfortunately, the cruelty of life would not change because of wishful thinking.

He failed to wait for the moment to go home!

...

An hour later, in the old Mexican region, the People's Army front-line command post.

The news about Zhou Tonghui's execution by firing squad was quickly delivered here. Photos of the execution ground and related death certificates were placed on Su Tianyu's desk.

Su Tianyu closed his eyes and sat there in silence for a long time, his voice trembling as he said, "Notify Gu Baishun to execute more than thirty military and political senior officials and prisoners, led by Jiang Yuanzhen! Immediately, immediately, execute them all for me!!!"

Beside him, a member of the General Administration couldn't help but remind him, "Director Su, these people may still be useful. Will it be a little irrational to deal with them now..."

"Bang!"

Su Tianyu slammed the table heavily, suddenly opened his eyes, and said with bloodshot eyes, "It's already come to this! I have to let me and my old brothers who have been fighting together vent this anger, right? This is a war where it's either you die or I die. What use do I have for them?! Execute them! Execute them all for me!!"

"Yes!"

...

At the same time, in a certain sea area in District One.

Yu Mingyuan, wearing thick, tattered cotton clothes, sat stubbly on a fishing boat with a fishy smell.

He held his phone tightly, his hands full of veins, listening to the news reports over and over again, a trace of tears suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he muttered, "You deserve to die..."