Chapter 1965

"The little devils are still dreaming." Zhou Andong chuckled: "Talk is unnecessary. You have them pay attention to the trends on Wall Street—today."

Wu Huilin understood immediately: "Is it about to move?"

"Yes!" Zhou Andong leaned back and picked up a cigarette to light it: "Because of the time difference, it should be around nine or ten o'clock tonight our time."

"If only I were in Xiangjiang." Wu Huilin's tone was full of regret: "I could see the news in real-time tonight."

"Domestic news won't be too slow either." Zhou Andong took a puff of his cigarette: "We'll definitely see it tomorrow. However, whether you watch the news or not doesn't mean much; the Japanese stock market is what will make people's blood boil."

"It's impossible for me to pay attention to the Japanese stock market while in Jiangzhou." Wu Huilin said with a smile: "I'll wait for your good news."

"Ding-a-ling..."

Zhou Andong had just put down the phone when the bell rang again. He picked it up.

"Who is this? I am Zhou Andong."

Tang Lin's voice came from the receiver: "Boss, at 8:50 this morning, Fan Mingyuan will be executed."

"Hmm?" Zhou Andong sat up straight: "Where is the execution?"

Tang Lin said: "Inside the detention center."

Zhou Andong was stunned. In this era, there was no lethal injection; they had to buy bullets.

"Executed inside the detention center?"

"If it's a non-public execution, it must be carried out inside the detention center." Tang Lin laughed: "Fan Mingyuan is being held in the Beijing No. 1 Detention Center, also known as the legendary Qichu Detention Center."

"It specializes in holding major criminal offenders, foreign-related offenders, and offenders endangering national security. It has all kinds of departments inside, very complete, including a psychological counseling room."

"Naturally, there can't be a lack of an execution room. After all, the prisoners held there, if they can live, will be sent directly to prison. If they are sentenced to death, very few are executed publicly."

"So that's how it is." Zhou Andong really didn't know about these things: "Did anyone from the Fan family appear?"

"I don't know about that." Tang Lin said: "I called you to ask if you want to go over and take a look."

Zhou Andong really hadn't seen a prisoner being shot at close range, let alone the fact that the one being shot this time was the second son of the Fan family.

But thinking of the fourth sister, he gave up; his younger sister's performance was more important than anything else.

"Forget it, I won't go. Today is June 1st, the fourth sister's school is holding an activity, and she has to perform on stage. She reminded me a thousand times yesterday; if I don't go, she probably won't pay attention to me for a long time."

"The fourth sister has a performance?" Tang Lin's voice rose: "I won't go either; I'll go support our fourth sister."

"Come on!" Zhou Andong said with a smile: "The performance starts at ten."

"It starts at ten?" Tang Lin said somewhat speechlessly: "Execution at 8:50, the fourth sister's performance is at ten; there's plenty of time."

Zhou Andong's heart was indeed itching: "Alright, let's go take a look. Wait for me at the gate of the detention center."

"No problem!" Tang Lin agreed.

"Then that's it." Zhou Andong put down the phone and got up to walk out.

Seeing Jian Qiu was sitting in the dining room chatting with Sister Wu and the others. Zhou Andong went in and greeted them.

"Wife, I have something to do and will be out for a while. You take the fourth sister to school, and after I finish my business, I'll go directly to the school."

"Go ahead." Seeing Jian Qiu waved her hand.

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The detention center is in Dougezhuang, which belongs to the near suburbs of Beijing. At this time, it is truly the countryside, incomparable to later generations.

Inside the detention center, Fan Mingyuan was wearing death shackles, sitting on the bed in the cell, looking up at the ceiling.

On the open space in front of him, a small table was set up, with a roast duck, a bowl of zhajiang noodles, and a bottle of Erguotou on it.

But when the things were placed in front of him, he didn't eat; he just sat there, looking up at the ceiling.

Beside him were three accompanying personnel, wearing prison uniforms but not death shackles. Obviously, the things they had done were not small, but not enough to eat peanuts (bullets).

And these three people didn't say anything either, just staring at Fan Mingyuan to prevent him from doing anything intense.

Time passed bit by bit. Footsteps came from outside, and then the door of the cell was pushed open with a *clatter*. Two prison police and one judicial police entered.

"Fan Mingyuan!" the judicial police shouted.

Fan Mingyuan finally moved, loosened his neck, looked at the judicial police, and grinned.

He slowly stood up, then bent down to pick up a duck pancake, slowly rolled up the duck meat, dipped it in sweet bean sauce, and put it in his mouth.

Then, bit by bit, he chewed forcefully and very carefully, as if he wanted to engrave the taste of the roast duck into his soul.

After he swallowed what was in his mouth, he picked up the flat bottle of Erguotou, unscrewed the cap, and drank it all in one breath.

"Burp!" Fan Mingyuan burped and straightened his collar: "Let's go!"

"*Clatter—clatter—*"

Dragging the heavy shackles, walking in the detention center corridor in the morning, the *clatter-clatter* sound was very clear, which also made those who heard it understand that someone else was going on their way.

Following that was the procedure, and then kicking the shackles and changing the locks—that is, smashing open the death shackles and changing to lighter ones with locks, so that after the execution, they could be brought back.

If Zhou Andong saw the death shackles Fan Mingyuan was wearing, he would definitely sigh. The shackles Zhao Jianlong wore were too different from the ones Fan Mingyuan was wearing.

This only shows that Zhao Jianlong's level was too low; even the shackles he wore were different.

The execution room is in the northwest corner of the detention center, a separate building.

The space inside is not large, only two hundred-plus square meters, with an independent observation room.

At this time, Zhou Andong, Tang Lin, and Zhang Zuo were already in the observation room.

In addition, there were two other people inside, a forensic doctor and the leader of the detention center.

At 8:35, the door of the execution room opened, and the judicial police and prison police escorted Fan Mingyuan in.

Following that was the judge responsible for directing the execution and verifying the identity.

And the prosecutor from the procuratorate responsible for on-site supervision to ensure the legality of the execution process.

Fan Mingyuan was escorted to the execution position, and the judge confirmed his identity again.

"Fan Mingyuan, is there anything else you want to say?"

"No!" The expression on Fan Mingyuan's face had always been very calm.

The judge asked again: "There is still time now. I will ask you one more time: your eldest sister and younger sister have come. Do you want to see them?"

"No!" Fan Mingyuan answered very decisively: "Tell them, don't find a place to bury my ashes, lest they be dug up and scattered by others; just throw them into the sea."

"Okay!"

The judge stepped back. He didn't make Fan Mingyuan kneel. This guy looked back at the observation room, and a smile appeared on his face for no reason.

The judge looked at the prosecutor, saw the other party nod, and said to the judicial police:

"Execute."

"Bang!"

After a muffled gunshot, a flower of blood burst from the back of Fan Mingyuan's head, and then he fell to the ground.

After the forensic doctor came out of the observation room and confirmed there was no problem, a judicial police officer took a white cloth sheet and covered Fan Mingyuan.

At this time, a prison police officer opened a door next to him. Zhou Andong hadn't discovered that there was another door there, and a funeral vehicle was parked outside.

Two people from the funeral home put Fan Mingyuan's body into a body bag, left through that door, and the prison police slammed the door shut. ===== CHAPTER 1966 =====