Kung Fu Soldier King

Ten minutes ago, in the death penalty execution vehicle, the special team led by bailiff Tian Guoliang monitored the scene, and the death penalty was executed by the forensic medicine.

"Check the identity of the deceased for the last time, male, 25 years old, name Xiao Yan..."

"Male, 25 years old, name Xiao Yan..."

Several forensic doctors picked up the death penalty execution form and made a final check.

Two minutes later, a forensic doctor carefully identified the appearance in Xiao Yan's photo and said loudly, "verify the body and allow it to be executed."

"Ready to execute!" the other man looked up and shouted to the other forensic doctors.

Xiao Yan was stunned.

He was really sentenced to death, and it was executed immediately. He was not even given a chance to appeal.

Now, five bandages were tied to him, one on his left and right arms. He was crucified like Jesus.

Don't say he wants to struggle, it's impossible to move a finger. The anesthesia pump on his back has been delivering anesthetics to his body.

Even if there is a half minute break, he has room to resist. Unfortunately, no, the dosage of the anesthesia pump is very large.

My feeling of being a knife for fish is very strong at the moment.

He is a person who will never expect, will not expect anyone to save, because he only worships his own ability.

But now, he is very strong and full of hope. Come and save him. No matter who it is, he will be grateful to him all his life.

But no one came to save him. Time passed, and the death was approaching. He didn't wait for foreign help.

He was disappointed, he was desperate.

He was disappointed with Ye min's judgment, the energy of Luo Lao and long Lao. He was a little disappointed in this country where he paid countless blood.

He was completely desperate for his way to survival.

Regret it? He has done meritorious service for Dongjiang wholeheartedly, and the result is not as good as a dandy in Yanjing.

This contrast is full of ridicule, which makes his original firm heart begin to shake.

Regret it? Really don't regret it?

no

I, Xiao Laojiu, will never regret it. I will never regret being dead and loyal to my country.

But what is this? A dandy uses his energy to hang your ninth master. How can the ninth master be reconciled?

If I had been killed and tortured to death when I was fighting with Yuan Shaowen, I would be willing and never bow my head.

But now, I am not willing, I will never be willing.

What if you don't want to? The forensic has spoken again.

"Injection of thiopental and bafulong!" the forensic doctor's voice without any emotion pronounced Xiao Yan's real death sentence.

Muscle pulse injection and two syringes pushed the highly toxic drug into Xiao Yan's body under the push of the machine.

The effect of bafulong was first expanded, but because Xiao Yan was always paralyzed, the muscle paralysis brought by bafulong did not show much.

However, his breathing began to fail. He felt it more and more difficult to breathe. He could only breathe violently with his mouth open.

His chest began to fluctuate wildly, and the forensic doctor standing on the side looked at him numbly.

"Inject potassium chloride!" the forensic doctor said again.

The last syringe was pushed into Xiao Yan's body.

The syringe seemed to be a cardiotonic needle, which entered Xiao Yan's heart. The heart beat violently, which was gradually calm.

The two atria are like huge water pumps, which violently deliver the blood of the whole body quickly under the effect of potassium chloride.

The efficacy of thiopental sodium and bafulong ran through the whole body in an instant.

Xiao Yan's consciousness began to blur, which was the effect of sodium thiopental.

Despite his strong will, he still couldn't bear the feeling of powerlessness, and his consciousness gradually floated out of the sky.

Unconsciously, Xiao Yan murmured.

"I have money. I'll give you money. Give me as much as you want..."

"I have a manor in France and a winery in Provence..."

"I can put everything down, but I can't put my woman down..."

"Please, give me a way to live, I will leave China..."

"Qingge, I'm sorry, I love you. I'll chase you in the next life..."

"I'm not willing, I'm not willing..."

"Fuck your mother..."

He regarded Xiao Laojiu as a hero in life and a ghost hero in death.

He felt that he should have been able to laugh at death and face all suffering.

But he was a man after all. At the moment of his death, he almost cried.

He doesn't want to die. He really doesn't want to die.

With so many beautiful wives, such a big career and so many brothers, he can do a great career in the future.

But everything came to naught!

He never thought that death was so terrible and painful, which completely broke the last string in his heart.

In particular, the pain of waiting for death is immeasurable and a kind of heartfelt despair.

It's like the sky is falling. It's slowly shooting at your head, but you can't escape. You can only sit and wait to die.

That sense of Despair makes people cold, as if they were struck by lightning.

The breath stops completely, the heartbeat stops completely, and all the organs in the body stop completely at this moment.

Xiao Yan's consciousness also gradually returned to silence.

The world, completely quiet down.

A generation of heroes died in Baiyun city or on his way to becoming mayor of Dongjiang city.

A medical examiner came over, opened Xiao Yan's eyes, looked again at his pulse and breath, raised his head and said, "the prisoner is confirmed dead!"

Tian Guoliang snorted coldly, came forward to Xiao Yan and took a picture carefully.

This photo he wants to give to two people, one is his master Lin Jiawang, who is paralyzed in bed, and the other is Han Zijun, who gave himself a sum of money.

He moved his fingertip and sent the picture.

Then he shouted to the team members behind him, "pack the bags and send them to the crematorium. It was explained that he should be cremated as soon as possible."

It's said that this guy's nickname is immortal bird. Don't come back to life later.

However, the body is cooling rapidly. It will be a corpse after a while. Do you expect him to survive?

The Rangers quickly took Xiao Yan's body out of the execution vehicle, loaded it into a van and drove to the crematorium.

When their car went out, there were several black business cars in front of them.

After these commercial cars drove to the courtyard of the special court, the door opened, and a group of men in black suits and earphones rushed down, with black submachine guns in their hands.

Next to the death penalty execution car, several forensic doctors sorted out and were walking out. They met these people in black.

"Shit, where's our boss? Did you kill him?" Li Yubin, a red third generation, was arrogant. He grabbed one and asked loudly.

"Send... To the crematorium!" the forensic was so frightened that his eyes were round.

Li Yubin shook his body and almost didn't fall.

Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, your fucking luck is too bad. It's just a few minutes away. How can I tell the old man.

"Go, go to the crematorium! You stay and control them." Li Yubin divided the team into two teams, took one team and quickly chased after the crematorium.

These people must want to destroy the dead. They must not succeed!

Bones, even if there are only bones left, can be regarded as an explanation.