The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The scorching sun mercilessly burned the earth, and the entire Red Star Factory was shrouded in suffocating heat.

As the execution time approached, the atmosphere in the factory gradually became so oppressive that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it. A strange and heavy feeling permeated the air, and everyone waited cautiously, as if they would touch a taboo if they were not careful.

This was the first time that the factory security department had received such a "big job", and everyone from top to bottom was extremely vigilant. Jiang Defu, who was temporarily in charge of the security department, wanted to eat lunch right outside the confinement room, for fear that the people inside would escape.

What's more, the other staff members were even more cautious and didn't let anyone get close to this place.

They already knew what would happen next at the shooting range. The timid ones, who had experienced it personally and dared not watch such a bloody scene, had already completed their shift changes in advance and were sitting obediently in the guard room on duty.

They also know that cleaning up the factory itself is the best way to wash away the shame, but there are still some kind-hearted people who cannot bear to see that kind of scene.

Li Xuewu was not nervous at all in his office. After eating, he handed the aluminum lunch box to his girlfriend while he was busy with more important things.

A five-six-and-a-half-caliber pistol was taken out from the armory. He thought the power was too small and it couldn't kill her in one shot, so he had to shoot her again. Following the principle of one shot to kill, he would not regret it later.

She was smiling smugly just now, let her be smug, the caliber of 7.62mm is the best medicine to treat this disease.

He disassembled the gun, cleaned it, and pointed the barrel towards the sunlight outside the window. The spiral rifling inside was clearly visible, without a trace of residual gunpowder, and it was shining brightly.

After cleaning the aluminum lunch box, Zhan Jing carefully wiped the water droplets in the lunch box with her personal handkerchief.

After opening the office door, I saw Li Xuewu wiping his gun carefully. A man is really attractive when he is working seriously. Even the scar on his forehead can be ignored.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhan Jing stood on tiptoe and placed the lunch box on top of the filing cabinet, then mustered up the courage to ask.

"Learning martial arts, are you really ready to do that yourself?"

Li Xuehe slowed down his movements in loading the gun, without raising his head, and then concentrated on inserting the bolt.

"Her behavior has brought extremely bad influence to the factory. Someone must cover up the impact. I am now the deputy chief of the security department. This matter is my responsibility~!"

"I have killed enemies on the battlefield before. This time, I just took another life. Of course, she is evil and we are justice~!"

Perhaps because he was worried that his partner would not be able to accept it, Li Xuewu frankly admitted what he had done on the battlefield.

Although many memories are gone and only a few scattered fragments remain in my mind, I still clearly remember the sound of the five or six-half-length triangular bayonet piercing into the human body.

Zhan Jing felt helpless about Li Xuewu's honesty. Her partner was a good person, but sometimes he was too honest and spoke too directly, which made people uncomfortable.

After all, no one wants their partner to be described as a butcher in the future.

"Can't you be more tactful?" The little girl pouted and gently patted her partner's arm.

"I was too young to be the deputy section chief, so the higher-ups gave me this mission. If I want to suppress these soldiers, I have to have something to show for it~!"

This time, Li Xuewu was more tactful. In his opinion, it didn't matter, but it was better to have it. At least, next time he met someone with a bad temper like Jia Haijie, he would not dare to jump up and down and scold him in public.

Well, after all, this sentence still works. The girl still values ​​the position of deputy section chief very much.

At least, my family members also value it.

If I have this reason, it will be easier to explain to my family members when they ask me questions in the future.

After convincing herself, Zhan Jing didn't say anything else. For an ordinary family, finding such a partner is enough. Looking at the scar on his forehead, it was fortunate that he was injured.

Otherwise, for a girl, she might never have the opportunity to meet a single young man of this level in her entire life.

As time passed, a little after lunch time, the iron door of the confinement room made a harsh creaking sound and slowly opened to the outside.

Qin Huairu was escorted out by two stern-looking security officers.

The washed-out blue shirt she was wearing was wrinkled and her hair was messily scattered on her shoulders, but even so, she still maintained a unique elegance.

Along the way, her eyes were calm and deep, as if she had seen through the arrangements of fate. She only looked into the distance occasionally, and her eyes were filled with a hint of attachment and reluctance to this world.

According to the plan, at one o'clock, she will be taken to the shooting range of the Red Star Factory, and the deputy chief of the security department, Li Xuewu, will personally execute her. This has just been informed in advance. Li Xuewu stood aside, with a serious expression and a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. In his hand, he held a loaded 56-and-a-half-caliber rifle, and his murderous aura made people subconsciously want to stay away from him.

At noon, under strict security measures, Jia Geng, Jia Dang and Jia Huaihua were brought into the Red Star Factory, and the three children were taken to the confinement room.

When Jia Dang and Jia Huaihua saw their mother's haggard appearance, they collapsed instantly, crying out "Mom" heart-wrenchingly. Their small bodies tried desperately to break free from the people who were trying to stop them and rushed towards Qin Huairu.

Tears flowed freely on their tender faces, and their cries were filled with reluctance and fear for their mothers.

But Jia Geng stood there, his body trembling slightly. He was already eleven years old, and being sensible, he knew very well the endless humiliation that his mother's identity as a "spy" brought him.

In the orphanage, the strange looks and gossip behind his back made him cry silently for countless nights. He hated the strange uncle who gave him money and took him to have breakfast.

At this moment, his eyes were red and he turned his head away stubbornly, unwilling to look at his mother.

The inner conflict and pain surged in his heart like a raging tide. On the one hand, he had a deep attachment to his mother, and on the other hand, he had an intractable sense of humiliation.

Qin Huairu looked at the three children in front of her. Her smiling face, which had always been smiling, could no longer maintain that smile.

Tears welled up in my eyes and slid down my cheeks.

How she wanted to rush over, hug her children tightly, give them the final warmth and comfort, tell them not to be afraid and that she would always love them.

But she knew that she no longer had this right.

"Great! Take good care of your sister and be a good brother~!"

She used all her strength to shout at Jia Geng, her voice filled with endless concern and instructions.

The time for family meetings always goes by so quickly, and it’s over in the blink of an eye.

Qin Huairu began to have her handcuffs and shackles removed by prison staff. Her movements were slow and mechanical, as if every movement was her final farewell to the world.

Qin Huairu briefly gained freedom of her wrists and took out a red hair tie from her pocket and carefully tied up her messy hair. This was her last bit of stubbornness and attachment to life.

Even at the last moment of her life, she still wanted to face her children in the best possible way.

Then they started tying him up with the French rope, which went along his arms and wrapped around his back.

Jia Geng was trembling all over. At this moment, he suddenly realized deeply what death meant.

That was an eternal separation, a cruel reality that he would never see his mother again. He slowly turned his head and took one last look at his mother.

The moment their eyes met, all the stubbornness and resentment disappeared without a trace, leaving only endless reluctance and sorrow.

Tears fell from his eyes like beads that had broken off the string, wetting the ground beneath his feet.

On the way to the shooting range, Qin Huairu's thoughts returned to the past.

Once upon a time, she was an ordinary housewife, living a plain and happy life with her husband.

However, a trick of fate brought her into this inexplicable disaster.

She recalled the scene when her husband died and the hardships she had experienced in raising three children alone.

How she wished that time could go back so that she could have that simple and beautiful life again.

We arrived at the shooting range. It was quiet all around. The crowd was silent, with only the rustling of the wind through the grass.

Qin Huairu stood there, looking at the black muzzle of the gun in Li Xuewu's hand, and her heart calmed down.

She looked up at the sky. There were a few white clouds floating in the blue sky. It was so beautiful.

I prayed silently in my heart, hoping that my children would grow up healthy and safe, and not be affected by my own affairs. (End of this chapter)