Chapter 310: Promise

The scene from the morning was repeated, but the difference was that this time, Zhao Jianlong was truly hitting the road.

Zhao Jianlong stood up very calmly, obviously having calmly accepted reality.

"Lao Wan, brother thanks you for your care these past two days."

Lao Wan patted Zhao Jianlong on the shoulder: "Things have come to this, go in peace."

Zhao Jianlong looked at the others in the cell and said with cupped hands: "Thank you all for your care and tolerance these past few days. Brother, I'm off."

Zhao Jianlong had a smile on his face, dragged his shackles, and walked out of the cell with his head held high. Seeing him with such spirit, a few people had worshipful light in their eyes.

"Zhao Jianlong is Zhao Jianlong; even when going to the execution ground, he can be so calm."

"Yeah, Brother Sun, you said his calmness was all put on and that he was actually very afraid and anxious inside. Look, where is there any fear in him? This is a true hero."

"Damn, when the head is gone, it's just a scar the size of a bowl; what's there to be afraid of."

"Brother Long!" A guy suddenly shouted, "Go in peace. When brother gets out, I'll definitely come to burn incense for you."

At this time, shouts also came from other cells.

"Brother Long, go in peace!"

"Brother Long, go well!"

"Brother Long, go in peace!"

"Brother Long, let's be brothers again in the next life."

"..."

Among them were those who knew Zhao Jianlong, those who didn't, and of course, Zhao Jianlong's former subordinates.

In the not-so-spacious corridor outside, there stood a police officer with live ammunition every few steps. The familiar interrogation officer from the detention center stood outside, and beside him stood several judicial police officers dressed neatly in standard police equipment, hanging pistols.

Besides these people, there were several reporters, and even the city television station had come, carrying two cameras, filming him.

With a "thump," Zhao Jianlong suddenly knelt on the ground, wailing loudly, and kowtowing hard to the several judicial police officers.

"I don't want to die, I really don't want to die. I still have an old mother to support, and a wife and children. Please, government, give me a chance. I will definitely reform well and be a good person..."

The shouts in the cell stopped abruptly. Many people were leaning against the windows, staring blankly at Zhao Jianlong, feeling that what they had always believed in had collapsed all at once.

Who are you? You are Zhao Jianlong, you are Brother Long, you are our role model, how can you be afraid of death?

In an instant, except for Zhao Jianlong's wailing of repentance, there was no other sound.

The interrogation officer sighed: "Get up. If you do something wrong, you have to take responsibility. Go well!"

Two judicial police officers came over, supported Zhao Jianlong, and walked him out. Reporters followed behind, wanting to interview him but having no chance.

Listening to the heart-wrenching wailing mixed with fear getting further and further away until it disappeared, the atmosphere in the entire detention area became somewhat oppressive.

Lao Wan looked at Lao Sun and then at the others: "See that? Is there anyone in this world who isn't afraid of death? What about Zhao Jianlong? You haven't reached this step yet, you still have a chance to regret, a chance to make amends. So, once you get out, you must be a law-abiding citizen. Don't reach Zhao Jianlong's level, where you want to regret but have no chance."

Zhao Jianlong signed the execution order and pressed his fingerprint, then was dragged onto the prison van. The moment the door closed, Zhao Jianlong stopped crying. He was silent for a long while before saying.

"Tell Dai Hongwei that I did what he asked me to do, throwing away the last bit of dignity here. I hope he can also keep his promise and protect the safety of my family."

The police officer sitting beside him said: "The leader said that as long as your family doesn't go looking for trouble with Zhou Andong, he can guarantee the safety of your family."

Zhao Jianlong nodded: "I have already instructed my wife that she will absolutely not go looking for trouble with Zhou Andong."

The police officer said: "The leader already knows about the conversation between you and your wife. He said that letting your family leave Jiangzhou is the best choice, and he will also talk to Zhou Andong about this matter. You can go in peace."

Beishan Cemetery, more than twenty kilometers from the city center.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the foot of Beishan Mountain. Outside a weed-covered forest not far away, a cordon had already been set up, and outside, a large crowd of onlookers was gathered.

I don't know when, but a drizzle began to fall from the sky. Zhao Jianlong was taken off the prison van by the judicial police.

He looked up and took a deep breath, feeling the cold drizzle falling on his face, his expression quite enjoying it.

The police officer walked to his side: "Time is almost up, let's go."

Tears slid down the corners of Zhao Jianlong's eyes. This time he was truly crying. Then he twisted his head desperately, looking at the crowd outside the cordon. As for who he was looking for, only he himself probably knew.

Not seeing the person he wanted to see, Zhao Jianlong's eyes became dim, and he was escorted into the forest by the judicial police.

At this time, the execution judicial police got off a car, wearing helmets, masks, and sunglasses, holding guns and following into the forest.

(Executions are carried out by judicial police; only during the 1983 and later "strike hard" campaigns were armed police borrowed because of a lack of manpower.)

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot startled a small, unknown bird in the forest, which chirped and flew toward the sky.

"Sigh!" Someone in the crowd sighed, "No matter how glorious one is in life, after death, it's just a handful of yellow soil."

"So what? Even if we could live to be a hundred, could we live as magnificently and brilliantly as Zhao Jianlong did in his short thirty-four years?"

"Forget it, I'd rather live safely and accomplish nothing until I'm old than die like this and be despised by others."

Listening to the surrounding discussion and watching the funeral home staff send the body bag containing Zhao Jianlong's body into the funeral vehicle, Jiang Yuhai turned and left silently.

Dai Hongwei stood with his hands behind his back in front of the office window, looking at the drizzling rain outside, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Ding-a-ling..."

The phone on the desk suddenly rang. Dai Hongwei came back to his senses and reached out to grab the phone.

"I am Dai Hongwei!"

"Director!" The other party said: "It has been executed. Before the execution, he fulfilled his promise."

Dai Hongwei said in a deep voice: "That he could do something meaningful for Jiangzhou in the final moment of his life can be considered as lightening the sins on his body a little."

The other party said: "When he was taken out of the detention center, many detainees were shouting, 'Brother Long, go in peace.' But when he shouted that he didn't want to die and knelt on the ground wailing, I saw several faces leaning against the windows, full of astonishment and the unwillingness of having their idols shattered."

Dai Hongwei smiled: "That's the effect I wanted. You notify the media, especially the television station; it must be on the news tonight. Through Zhao Jianlong, give a warning to those young people who are walking on the edge of the law." ===== CHAPTER 311 =====