After a sumptuous lunch, Dong Jianguo sent Pan Junyu safely back to the National Defense University and left on his own. But after he left, Pan Junyu lay on the dormitory bed, looking at the ceiling above his head, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

First of all, as far as Dong Jianguo said, the Japanese may take revenge. I am not worried about this. Because as Dong Jianguo said, there is nothing to be afraid of with the country, just strengthen the security awareness in normal times. However, the situation of the Red Guest Alliance, which was popular in this gray incident, is a little bad! If nothing unexpected happens, the website should be crazy revenge by Japanese hackers in the near future. Unfortunately, I cannot force myself to stand out after the Prime Minister’s repeated instructions. It seems that I have to rely on Zhang Han and the others this time. Whether I can survive safely can’t help but worry!

Secondly, the issue of further studies that has been troubled by my long-term problems, solved by just understatement by the Vice Premier!

Slowly, after putting aside these annoying trivial matters, it was the "killing" mentioned by Li Hao, which made me feel incredible. If I were asked to kill, could I do it? After all, it was a living life! Oh my God! Wouldn't I become an "executioner" like this? As I thought about it, I couldn't help but feel creepy, but I felt a little inexplicable excitement in my heart. All noon, my mind was full of "killing". This kind of mood is really not something that ordinary people can understand.

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The next morning, as soon as Pan Junyu got up, Li Hao came to the senior dormitory of the National Defense University early. As soon as he entered the door, before Pan Junyu could ask, he put a brand new armed police uniform on the bed and signaled Pan Junyu to change it.

"Instructor, am I demoted again?" Pay attention to the military rank in the armed police uniform, not even a silver star, and I couldn't help but joke with Li Hao.

"Just be the only one. You can only be at the level of a non-commissioned officer in this mission!" Facing Pan Junyu's question, Li Hao had to smile foolishly.

"Oh!" I nodded and agreed. Anyway, I learned the truth soon, so I was not in a hurry, so I stopped asking Li Hao. After dressing neatly, I drove to the garrison of the Beijing Armed Police Force.

After arriving at the destination, all my confusion quickly became clear. It turned out that I would need to undergo professional training with nine newly enlisted recruits. Two days later, we will personally execute the death penalty behind the criminals, solve other people's lives, and at the same time become a veritable executioner. After learning the truth, my heart suddenly shook, and the fear of killing took root and sprouted from the bottom of my heart...

On that day, when he was being taught by the squadron leader of the armed police force, he learned from his words that not everyone can perform this task. In addition to having strong military qualities, they also have strong psychological qualities. Those who can serve as archers are outstanding soldiers in all aspects in the military camp, so every armed police soldier standing beside me has undergone rigorous training in this area since he joined the army. Compared with them, I seem much inferior and I can't help but doubt my abilities.

However, since I have reached this point, I can no longer look back. I try my best to receive very harsh routine training with the nine armed police, memorize all the detailed steps of the execution, and relieve my nervous and worried mood from time to time. After tasting the taste of being despised, I do not want to repeat the same mistakes. As long as I work hard, I will have no complaints even if I fail.

On December 19th, the penultimate day after my four-week shooting training ended, at 4 o'clock in the morning, the armed police officers and soldiers were woken up from their sleep by the armed police squadron leader and asked to gather at the playground ten minutes later.

Getting up from the bed quickly, I found that the armed police soldiers around me were unwilling to speak, and they were all immersed in this serious atmosphere. I knew that the actions that would be later would be a hurdle in my life. If I passed it, I would never be merciful and ruthless in the face of the enemy, but would only be more determined and ruthless; if I failed, maybe this would become an eternal shadow in my heart and could not be erased.

At this moment, I squatted down and quietly tied up my shoelaces. My brain followed Li Hao's ideas and guessed that his motivation to arrange for me to accept this task should not be as simple as training my psychological quality. Perhaps there is something deeper to be discovered?

Since I had to execute firing five criminals soon, I and nine armed police soldiers needed to reassign tasks. Because of my special relationship, I became the executor of the execution of firing for the death row prisoner No. 1. After receiving the assigned bullet, I knew how heavy my task was and I only had one chance.

If one shot cannot be killed, there will be a deputy who will shoot again, but this will be a shame for the executor; and for the death row inmate, it will not only increase his pain, but also inhumane. So I made up my mind and kept telling myself in my heart that I must not be ruthless when I take action later.

At five o'clock in the morning, ten of us arrived at the prison gate on time, and we also had the opportunity to see a shocking scene.

Some death row prisoners knew that their lives were not long, so they desperately lay on the table and wrote to their relatives and friends, and kept writing, writing to their friends, and wanted to leave something in the last moment; some people, who had just said nothing, suddenly cried loudly after seeing our armed police, and then laughed loudly, as if they were crazy; the last three death row prisoners seemed a little calm, they leaned against the wall, staring at them waiting for dawn, and I looked at the armed police around me, but no one knew what the death row prisoners were thinking.

Unfortunately, time didn't wait for anyone. After receiving the order from my superiors, I and my deputy raised the No. 1 death row prisoner who had been paralyzed into mud, dragged it into the prison car, and drove all the way to the fixed death penalty ground in the suburbs of Beijing.

Perhaps the moment when the criminals in the car were afraid of being shot, their emotions seemed very unstable. They all looked as if they were ashamed, and their legs and even their whole bodies were shaking. I looked at their fearful expressions, and when they thought of the moment they shot, their brains burst, their hearts would be inexplicably nervous and their legs trembled.

After driving for a distance, the prison car began to slow down, as if it was about to arrive at the execution ground. At this time, the criminal number one suddenly reached out to me for cigarettes. My deputy immediately handed it out to him without any depression before I could speak.

After taking a few deep breaths, the death row inmate could not bear the strong psychological pressure. Suddenly, hot tears came out, crying out loud, and tears flowed all over the floor. I couldn't bear it, so I donated the only toilet paper on my body.

"Thank you!" The death row prisoner No. 1 thanked me in a hoarse voice, but he paused for a moment and said something that made me embarrassed: "Don't be nervous, you made me nervous when you are nervous."

Before he could reply, the prison car had already arrived at the execution ground. I blushed slightly, looked at the cold expressions of the armed police around me, and slowly calmed down. Following the exercise, I carried the No. 1 death row prisoner toward the center of the execution ground.

After five death row prisoners were taken to the execution ground one by one, they were forced to line up and kneel on the ground.

At this time, because the cold wind was coming in Beijing, it made people feel a burst of chill in their hearts, so the atmosphere on the execution ground was very terrifying.

I stood behind the criminal, and my right hand holding the gun couldn't help but tremble secretly. I didn't dare to put my finger on the trigger, for fear of being nervous for a while, so I accidentally pulled the trigger and caused the rifle to fire.

Because I was stage frightened at the last moment, I could imagine my facial expressions, like a death row prisoner, without a trace of blood. I was worried that I would not be able to be fatal when I could shoot, and I felt even more nervous.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Let me go!" Suddenly, the criminal number one knelt on the ground cried loudly, falling to the ground and trying desperately to stand up. His sudden crazy made me and his deputy busy for a moment, pressing his shoulder hard and pressing him to the ground with difficulty.

"Tie his legs with a hemp rope!" The criminal may be facing death, and he was very scared, which made his potential explode. When I and the deputy couldn't hold it down, the captain of the armed police paid attention to the scene here, took a hemp rope as thick as a finger, and after spending some twists and turns, the three of them finally tied up his trouser legs.

"Hey, where is the water stain on the ground?" When I pressed the criminal back to the ground, I couldn't help but wonder, but soon found that the crotch of the criminal No. 1 was soaked. I thought that he had lost all the madness of the crime when facing death. Pay attention to his facial expressions and found that the distorted facial features and mental breakdown caused by extreme fear was very scary. After I took a look, I didn't want to look at it again. Even if I stood behind the criminal, the face that I would never forget appeared in my mind.

Fortunately, I was not allowed to think in a daze at this time. After receiving the order of the squadron leader, I immediately raised the automatic rifle with a bayonet, loaded the bullets, and stood straight two steps behind the death row inmate, waiting for the forensic to verify that it was right behind me. The squadron leader of the armed police announced the execution of the gun.

A few minutes later, the forensic doctor finally left the criminal, and the death row inmate number one in front of me was overly frightened, and a foul stench hit me. I knew very well that he had incontinence and could only hold his breath. He had only one thought in his mind, which was that he could survive this moment of psychological and physical torture earlier.

"Preparation!" As the armed police squadron leader shouted, I immediately pressed the back of the criminal with an automatic rifle, and the deputy was responsible for holding the criminal's left shoulder. Then, after I continued to hear the squadron leader shouting "shoot", I gritted my teeth, opened my pupils, and pulled the trigger firmly.

"Bang", after a gunshot, the criminal's brain and blood splashed everywhere. Seeing the bits of nausea stick to the clothes, I couldn't help but squat down and vomited heavily; and the deputy next to me let go of his hand at the moment of shooting and jumped backwards, but the lower half of the shen splashed slightly with blood. Compared with my situation, although he did not dare to face the criminal's corpse, his psychological quality was much better than mine.

After I couldn't spit out anything, I stood up and felt uncomfortable on my face. I tried to wipe my hands on my face. But when I looked down, my palms were covered with blood and brains. Seeing all this, I couldn't say that I was nauseous. Although I had just vomited, I still vomited a pool of bitter yellow water.

When the heart returned to normal, although I was unwilling to see the bodies of the death row prisoner, my eyes couldn't help but move toward it. Unexpectedly, the body of the death row prisoner No. 1 was not complete, with a cracked head, blood, and brain plasma all over the floor. Seeing this, my throat felt disgusting again and I hurriedly changed my gaze.

I raised my head and looked up at the endless sky, and I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. Human life ended easily like this. I wonder if I should be sad or glad for him? I wanted to shout and cry, but I couldn't make a sound.

According to regulations, after the execution of the death penalty, the executor cannot leave immediately. He has to wait for the forensic to do the last step of the test. He watched him insert a metal poke into the bullet hole, stir it up, and then said to the comrade from the procuratorate next to him: "I'll kill you with one shot, and you'll die!"

Then, I immediately handed the gun to the squadron leader of the armed police, and ran to the bathroom near the execution ground as if I ran away. There, I quietly washed my face full of dirt with biting cold water, and then wiped off the smelly blood and brain matter on my body. I still recalled the shocking scene when the shot was shot.

For eighteen years, I have never thought about the meaning of life. When a life disappears in my hands, the indescribable feeling of helplessness, sorrow, pain, etc. all surges into my heart, making me feel sad for the shortness and insignificance of life.

It is undeniable that in these few hours, I felt a cycle of life and death. My spirit also experienced a cold baptism and an invisible change in my mind. For me, is this good or bad? Maybe I can give an answer in the future. I lay beside the pool, closed my eyes and quietly felt...
Chapter completed!