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Chapter 346 Simple and crude

As dawn broke, the wind blew across the Jiading River.

As the sun rose, the air in Saigon became increasingly muggy and unbearable.

The army trucks drove over a puddle of water as they turned at the alleyway.

Chen Tinghe leaned against the corner, his arms tightly bound behind his back.

With each bump, the rope would cut into the flesh like tiny knives.

He closed his eyes, as if that would allow him to hear the noise from the outside world.

Shouts, French songs on the radio, and short, sharp honks from car horns.

The world keeps turning.

Only he was sealed inside a scorching hot iron box.

He could almost smell the stench of decay emanating from his body.

The broken ribs were throbbing with pain.

The remaining bruises and bloodstains have not yet faded.

Chen Tinghe tried to move his fingers, and as soon as he exerted force, he felt a burning sensation.

He knew he would be taken away to be executed and displayed to the public.

You can deduce this from their attitudes and routes.

They want to turn him into a scene.

A warning.

Let all those who hesitate or are taking action understand the cost of betrayal.

Chen Tinghe wanted to laugh, but his mouth was stuffed with something.

Look, this is their understanding of resistance.

Finally, the car stopped.

The iron gate was opened.

He was roughly dragged away.

The loose, gray soil mixed with gravel made a crunching sound when stepped on.

Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against his lower back.

"Walk."

A deep male voice gave the order.

He was pushed forward.

What you see is a makeshift "stage".

Two pillars.

A horizontal beam.

The freshly applied lime reflects light.

There were two circles of sandbags around the bottom of the steps.

The edge of the wooden platform is a table.

There was a megaphone, a folder, and a half-empty bottle of water on it.

The police station's broadcast van was right next to it.

Chen Tinghe was pushed up and pressed down under the rope.

The torture in prison made him almost unable to stand, his limbs feeling like they were filled with lead.

Nevertheless, he tried his best to straighten his back.

There are several chairs under the parasols in the front row.

The officials, dressed in suits, sat upright, their expressions serious and their eyes expectant.

The camera was mounted on a tripod, and the lens was shaken to adjust the angle.

Soon, a hissing sound came from the loudspeaker.

The man next to him began to read out his own charges.

Countless words rushed out in a rush.

"Inciting riots"

"*Accomplice of the bandits"

"Plotting to subvert the legitimate government"

Chen Tinghe calmly observed the crowd.

He could guess how many of those people were "spectators".

Spies, soldiers, police, and citizens who were forced to come.

Most of them had empty eyes, as if they were watching a farce that had nothing to do with them.

A little girl stood beside her mother, looking bewildered.

She was too young to understand what everything happening on stage meant.

The voice on the radio continued to recite.

Sweat streamed down Chen Tinghe's neck and dripped onto the wooden board.

He saw everything growing brighter and brighter, so bright it was dazzling.

The light was like water, surging in from all directions, endless.

The river in my hometown is just as bright, rising to the edge of the fields during the rainy season.

Walking from the rice paddies to the embankment, the water reflects the sunlight.

At the edge of the square, Nguyen Van Hang mingled in the crowd.

Zhou Yi's pistol was hidden under his white shirt, the cold metal pressed against his skin.

He could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

The surrounding air was thick, and my lungs felt like they were stuffed with cotton, making it difficult to breathe.

Chen Tinghe was there.

His figure was thin in the sunlight.

Ruan Wenxing's fingertips felt a little numb.

He didn't know when the signal to take action would come.

At that time, Zhou Yi simply told them to "wait for the signal".

But what exactly is that "signal"?

Ruan Wenxing did not know.

He even wondered if he had misheard. Or perhaps this wasn't a rescue at all.

The whole plan was too simple, so simple it was a joke.

He only had two things to do—

They went up to him and led Chen Tinghe to a nearby black jeep.

The key is inserted into the ignition.

that's it.

As for the rest, Zhou Yi didn't say a word.

Where is he hiding?

What is he planning to do?
Those people would not allow him to take Chen Tinghe away so openly.

Ruan Wenxing tried his best to control the wild thoughts in his mind.

The more you think about it, the easier it is to expose yourself.

He lowered his head and stared at the shadow at his feet.

Suddenly, the electrical noise from the loudspeaker became much louder.

The official slammed his hand on the microphone.

"Execute now!"

The crowd instinctively held their breath.

The military police on the platform began to move.

Someone pulled on the rope, and the wooden beam made a slight grinding sound.

The next second—

Ruan Wenxing heard a muffled thud.

Boom!
Blood splattered from the back of the man's head, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, a second shot rang out.

The rope was broken.

Before the crowd could react, a third sound followed.

Boom!
"Someone's dead!!" someone belatedly shouted.

"There's a gun!"

In an instant, the scene completely erupted into chaos.

The officer on the platform hurriedly lay down on the ground.

The audience screamed and pushed their way out, chairs overturned, and dust billowed up.

The military police began pointing their guns into the air and pulling the trigger repeatedly.

Amidst the chaos, thick smoke billowed out from who-knows-where.

White mist rose and swallowed most of the square in the blink of an eye.

The stench was so strong it brought tears and snot to people's eyes, and it spread rapidly towards the edge of the platform with the wind.

Nguyen Van Hang's muscles were taut all over.

This is the signal.

Immediately, he didn't care about anything else and rushed forward.

Bullets whizzed overhead.

The gunfire in the distance showed no signs of stopping.

The rhythm is steady and the intervals are even, as if it is guiding the way.

Ruan Wenxing hunched over and squeezed forward.

The smoke swirled around him, choking him and causing a sharp pain in his nose.

The crowd scattered and fled.

Cries, shouts, and painful groans mingled together.

The outline of the wooden platform in front was faintly visible.

He saw the broken rope.

They also saw Chen Tinghe struggling with a soldier who was being controlled by a military policeman.

Without a second thought, Chen Tinghe pulled out Zhou Yi's pistol.

The coating is jet black and it feels heavy to the touch.

Then, seizing the opportune moment, he fired a shot at the military police.

The man swayed and immediately fell to the ground.

Freed from his restraints, Chen Tinghe tried to run away, but was stopped by Ruan Wenxing.

The man was startled, and then he saw a somewhat familiar face.

“It’s me, Ruan Wenxing,” the boy said softly.

"Come with me."

The surroundings resembled a real battlefield.

The air vibrated incessantly.

Even the ground beneath their feet began to shake.

The bullet struck the fence, sending shards of metal, speckled with blood, flying up and splattering at our feet.

The nasal cavity was filled with a strong smell of burnt food and blood.

Ruan Wenxing couldn't hear anything clearly; all he could feel was a constant ringing in his ears.

He lowered his body and desperately dragged Chen Tinghe away.

Gunfire continued in the distance, the shots fired methodically and steadily.

However, the whooshing sound of air being torn apart gradually weakened.

It was as if the crowd that had just retaliated had all stopped fighting at the same time.

Finally, the black jeep was within reach.

The car door was half-open, and the key was in the ignition.

The two fell into the car.

Nguyen Van Hang stepped on the gas.

The engine roared to life, and the car shot off.

In the rearview mirror, sunlight shone on the scene of blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

Smoke filled the air and dust swirled.

(End of this chapter)