Three days later, it was a rainy day in District 1, Washington.
The sky was overcast and a drizzle of rain kept falling, washing the streets.
In the Tsing Yi Police Headquarters, Zhou Tonghui sat in an interrogation room, wearing a brand new prison uniform.
Last night, he was secretly escorted back to Washington, D.C. by plane. During the day, someone came over to shave his beard and clean the wounds on his face, making him look completely clean.
Zhou Tonghui sat there quietly, and he also realized what he was about to face.
His mind was in a mess, and all kinds of images burst out uncontrollably, including the nervousness at the moment of death, the last look at the state of the world, and the reactions of his family members after his death, etc.
The possibilities of every moment are constantly bubbling up like bubbles.
At this moment, he stared blankly at the iron gate opposite, his body felt cold, and his hands and feet were shaking almost uncontrollably.
Zhou Tonghui is just in his early thirties, which is the golden period of his life. He should have a bright future. But unfortunately, he lives in a turbulent time, and everything will come to an end today.
If it were a peaceful era, he might be the best lawyer in this city, or even in this region...
"Hoo, hoo..."
Zhou Tonghui closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.
He couldn't help but recall many things, including how he met Su Tianyu, Dabai and others, and the days when he started from scratch and accumulated wealth with them.
The experiences of these years kept flashing through his mind like slides.
Thinking of this, a similar emotion slowly grew, supporting Zhou Tonghui and making him calm 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, 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 step by step.
…
Meanwhile, deep in the corridor.
In the darkness, a somewhat hunched figure sat alone on a bench, covering his head.
No one can see his expression at this moment, and no one can know what he is thinking at this moment.
At this time, someone shouted at 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, slowly stood up, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go."
…
Five minutes later, outside the gate of the Tsing Yi Bureau, countless media called by the higher-ups, holding cameras and umbrellas, blocked the door on both sides.
The moment Zhou Tonghui came out, countless flash lights popped and flashed continuously.
Zhou Tonghui looked at the reporters and the crowds of people watching in the distance. They were all blond and blue-eyed, different in appearance from him, of different races, and with different blood flowing in their veins.
He felt inexplicably calm and his legs stopped shaking.
Zhou Tonghui knew that at this moment, he was not representing himself, but all the Chinese who were fighting in Longcheng and in the Lao Mo area.
He needs to disguise himself, to disguise the fear deep in his heart, and to leave the last dashing figure in this world.
After receiving official instructions, a reporter stepped forward with 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 have committed? Do you know how many people in Longcheng have suffered from the war because of your selfish desires?"
Zhou Tonghui looked at the reporter and shouted with a firm gaze: "Military oppression will not become the eternal theme! Longcheng will also be independent."
Under the gaze of the crowd, Zhou Tonghui was pushed by the guards and sat on the escort military vehicle. Not far behind him, a fat blond man in a gray suit said to the reporter who was interviewing him, "This segment is over!"
In the drizzle, 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 at the gray sky in a daze. From beginning to end, he did not dare to look Zhou Tonghui in the eye, and he did not even dare to get in a car.
He knew that, for now, these so-called prisoner transfers were all a complete show, performed for the benefit of the people in District 1.
Under such circumstances, Zhou Tonghui was taken away, and because he was a war criminal, after review by the relevant departments of District 1, it was decided that he would not be given the right to euthanasia! !
There was only one outcome he faced, which was execution.
After a while, Zhou Tonghui was carried by two guards to the execution ground, where he was forced to kneel on the ground.
There were still many reporters surrounding, recording every scene.
A large number of soldiers, carrying rifles on their backs, maintained order at the scene with expressionless faces.
Next to him, a pastor stood there, holding a Bible, pretending to pray for Zhou Tonghui in front of the camera, asking God to forgive his sins.
"President Kong, let's begin."
The secretary held an umbrella and whispered a reminder beside him.
Kong Zhenghui took the verdict somewhat woodenly, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked up to the stage step by step with stiff steps.
The secretary reached out and helped him straighten the microphone.
"Zhou Tonghui, male..." Kong Zhenghui lowered his head, tried to keep his tone steady, looked at the verdict, and read it softly: "For forming an armed association, provoking racial confrontation, inciting the people, and engaging in terrorist activities that endanger society for a long time. According to the laws of District 1..."
Kong Zhenghui couldn't help but pause when he read this, swallowed his saliva, and said in a trembling voice, "The Military and Political Council and the Commander-in-Chief of the Chinese Corps have decided to sentence Zhou Tonghui as a Class A war criminal..."
Looking at the two words on the verdict, Kong Zhenghui's breathing became increasingly rapid, and his vision became blurry. He was silent for a long while, and finally said slowly: "Death penalty..."
Zhou Tonghui, who was kneeling beside them, 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 towards the east, and slowly closed his eyes.
"Kong Zhenghui, if there is another life, I will invite you to a concert again...!"
Upon hearing this, Kong Zhenghui collapsed instantly, fell to his knees on the muddy ground, his face covered with tears.
Behind him, a soldier walked up, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger at Zhou Tonghui.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Three gunshots were heard, and the final cry was still lingering in the area when Zhou Tonghui fell to the ground and died in this place which 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 "go home". Unfortunately, the cruelty of life will not change because of one's thoughts.
He couldn't wait until the moment to go home!
…
An hour later, in the Laomo area, the Renmin Army’s front-line command position.
The news about Zhou Tonghui's execution was quickly delivered here. Photos of the execution ground and the relevant death certificate were placed on Su Tianyu's desk.
Su Tianyu closed his eyes and sat there in silence for a long time. He said in a trembling voice: "Notify Gu Baishun to execute more than 30 senior military and political officials headed by Jiang Yuanzhen, as well as the prisoners! Immediately, immediately, kill them all!!!"
A staff member from the General Affairs Bureau couldn't help but remind him, "Director Su, these people may still be useful. It would be a bit irrational to deal with them now..."
"Bang!"
Su Tianyu slammed the table, suddenly opened his eyes, and said with red eyes: "It has come to this! You have to let me and my group of old brothers who have fought together vent our anger? Now it's a war of either you die or I die, what use do I have to have them?! Shoot them! Shoot them all!! "
"yes!"
…
At the same time, in a certain sea area in District 1.
Yu Mingyuan, wearing a thick, torn cotton coat and with an unshaven beard, was sitting in a fishing boat that smelled fishy.
He held the phone tightly, veins on his hands, and listened to the news reports over and over again. Suddenly, tears flashed in his eyes, and he murmured, "You have to die..."