Liu Kunlun started to eat his dead head rice. He ate very slowly and carefully. After all, this was the last meal in the world. He had a good appetite, but he only ordered twenty skewers. It was too ugly to die. It is said that he would be incontinent during the death penalty. He could not tolerate embarrassment in a hero's life.

There were two guards accompanying him for dinner. The prisoner before the execution was prone to emotional collapse. The guard kept talking to him, eased his emotions and diverted his attention. Liu Kunlun was not emotionally abnormal, and he even asked the two to eat and drink two drinks together.

"We've eaten." The two guards waved their hands to refuse. They would not touch them if they had no luck in eating.

"What treatment will be next?" Liu Kunlun asked. He didn't know how to execute the death penalty here. It differed according to the region. Some places were shot and some places were injections.

The guard told him that it was an injection, without pain, and it was like falling asleep, leaving in his sleep, very peaceful.

Liu Kunlun smiled and said, "It's good to keep a whole body, but this is not manly enough. Can I apply for a change of guns? I have to face the gun and make a big hole in my head. That is the way for a man to die. Unfortunately, our country has abolished beheadings, otherwise I will choose to behead and find an experienced master. The ghost-headed sword is shiny, and I will continue to watch it. It's so satisfying."

Both guards agreed, saying that they had met prisoners before the execution, and none of them were as calm as you, and they were a man.

After Liu Kunlun finished his meal, he took away the food and left it for him to wash for a while. He went to the toilet, excreted, washed his face, and kept an electric razor to shave him. His hair was a little messy. He dripped his hands with water and combed his back with a big sloppy back. He looked much more energetic.

The execution time is coming, and first the guards came in and put shackles on him. The shackles weighing forty pounds were very heavy and thick, and they were so scattered that some revolutionaries were brave enough to die. Of course, they had to wear handcuffs and then take them out to verify their true self. People from the court and the procuratorate were present.

Liu Kunlun signed the execution letter and asked my family what about them. He was told that the family refused to attend, so only the lawyer came to send him off for the last trip.

Xie Tianji was wearing a black suit and his tie was pure black today. He was sorry to say sorry to the client, he lost the lawsuit, so he can go all the way.

Liu Kunlun handed him the suicide note and asked him to pass it over to his family. Xie Tianji carefully put it in the inner bag of the suit.

The execution site was not a detention center, but was executed in a professional death row car. Liu Kunlun finally saw the sun outside. It turned out that at dawn, more than a dozen police cars were parked in the yard, including public security, procuratorial and judicial departments, as well as special police armored vehicles and ambulances.

The death row prisoner got into the car, and four tall bailiffs were responsible for escorting him. The bailiffs were all wearing sunglasses and masks. This outfit made people feel very uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I'll give you bad luck." Liu Kunlun said.

The bailiffs ignored him.

Liu Kunlun is doing his best to present his heroic spirit. He is not afraid of death. This is a fact recognized by all those who know him. No one passes by death many times like him. However, when death changes from an emergency to a long wait, the nature is different. No one understands how torture and torture it is.

The convoy set off. Liu Kunlun wanted to sing a few songs on the way, but when he thought of his mother, he suddenly lost interest.

The execution site is in an empty place in the suburbs. It is spring now. The plants and trees are full of vitality. You can vaguely hear the sound of birds. Liu Kunlun said that if he doesn’t say he should be executed in autumn? Why do you kill people in spring? You don’t care about it.

No one answered him, and someone helped him tie his trouser legs tightly. Liu Kunlun knew how to do it and knew that this was a measure to prevent death row prisoners from getting incontinence everywhere.

The prisoner was transferred to a RV. The carriage was decorated with special decoration. The core equipment was a bed. Liu Kunlun lay down as required. The bailiff untied his handcuffs and shackles. At this moment, Liu Kunlun suddenly had the idea of ​​hurting people, but it was immediately dispelled. It was meaningless. He could not get anything except causing himself a bullet hole.

He lay on the deathbed, his hands and feet were firmly fixed to death. The doctor in a white coat and mask came to measure his blood pressure and pulse. His blood pressure was 160-110, and his pulse was 120 times a minute. He was extremely nervous.

The doctor nodded, indicating that the data is normal and can be executed.

A tiny needle was inserted into Liu Kunlun's arm to push the venom into the vein.

"Close your eyes and take a deep breath," the doctor said.

Liu Kunlun felt that these eyes were familiar, but at this moment he had no intention of thinking too much. He had only been in the world for a few seconds. He had only begun to miss him now. There were still many people who had not said goodbye and there were still many things he had not done. Why did he die?

"Relax, it will be over soon." The doctor said again.

There was also a person lying in the RV parked side by side with the execution car, but he was not tied to the bed. He was Wang Huayun, wearing a hospital gown, covered with silver hair, with a haggard appearance, and was covered with monitoring instruments around him, and his vital signs were intact.

The execution of the death penalty begins, and there are three execution buttons, and the three executioners press the same time, but only the power is turned on all the way. Doing so can reduce the psychological shadow of the executioner.

The power supply was turned on and the automatic injection system began to work. Liu Kunlun widened his eyes and watched the venom in the disposable syringe injected into his veins through the thin tube. He quickly reacted. He was drowsy, his eyelids drooped, and his life experience of more than 20 years flashed in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

There was a straight line on the electrocardiogram monitor, and Liu Kunlun was dead.

All staff acted quickly, opened a door, and pushed Wang Huayun into the bed with others...

Half an hour later, Liu Kunlun got off the execution car and had changed his clothes, velvet cardigan, corduroy pants, and soft leather flat shoes. He walked back and forth on the grass, his steps slowly, as if he was adapting to something.

Several medical staff were by their side, holding crutches ready to go up to pick them up at any time.

"Not bad." Liu Kunlun raised his head, his eyes deeper and more firm than before.

"Boss, what do we call you in the future?" asked a staff member.

"From now on, my name is only Wang Haikun." The person who is called the boss replied.

Xie Tianji handed over a piece of paper: "Boss, that person's suicide note."

Wang Haikun looked at it, tore it apart and threw it into the wind. When he reached out, the staff handed over his nanmu stick inlaid with pure gold ivory. The boss waved his cane and walked away with a steep pace. All the staff immediately closed the stall and left, leaving only a series of messy ruts.

...

Two days later, an obituary was reported in the news broadcast. Mr. Wang Huayun, an outstanding social activist, a famous patriot, and a well-known Hong Kong industrialist, died in Beijing due to illness at the age of 86. The leaders of the Party and the state sent wreaths and sent people to comfort their families. In the picture, Wang Haikun shook hands on behalf of the family and the leaders.

The director also gave Wang Huayun a shot in the crystal coffin. The old man's face was peaceful and lifelike.

Liu Yimeng did not know that his younger brother was acquitted through TV. Previously, Lawyer Xie's assistant called and said that it was because of Wang Huayun's sudden death that caused a dramatic reversal. The country needed the Wang family to have a descendant, so Liu Kunlun was pardoned.

After learning this major good news, Liu Yimeng was not surprised, but was suspicious, and she was alive and died at the same time. What was going on? She called Su Qing to ask, but Su Qing was vague and said that Liu Kunlun was too busy and had not seen him yet.

"After you see him, let him go home. Mom misses him, so it's okay to make a phone call." Liu Yimeng told her this. After calling, she was vaguely worried that her younger brother had been released, but she did not call back to report her safety. This was not like his style.

On the other side of the phone, Su Qing was also worried. Liu Kunlun had returned safely, but she didn't think about coming back to see him. She plunged into the palace to handle the funeral of her father Wang Huayun. She wanted to help but was blocked. What does this mean? Maybe she has fallen out of favor. Alas, there is no good thing for men.

Not only did Su Qing think she was out of favor, but Jian Ai and Feng Yuan also felt that she was out of favor. After Young Master Kun returned, he did not see them in person, but instead reused the old people in the royal palace. These ministers who were in secret residences who were commendable from Long were marginalized.

Li Minghou realized it and rushed back from Tibet. He first met with a group of female generals. After understanding the situation, he comforted them and said it was okay. Don’t you know what Kunlun’s personality is. Now he inherited the big position and needed to win over old people. He used his own people at the beginning. He was too reckless and ignored the overall situation. Don’t worry, we will have new positions in a few days.

But this day never came. Li Ming learned from the side that after Liu Kunlun moved into the royal palace, he retained all the old products, and even Wang Huayun's recipes remained unchanged. He also showed ease in dealing with people and was worldly and sophisticated.

Li Ming requested an interview and was approved. He came to the study room of the royal palace and saw Chao Xiaochuan coming out of it. He smiled and nodded and said congratulations.

"Good together, have two drinks together when you have time." Li Ming also responded to Youshan, betting on the right thing, Liu Kunlun finally became the helmsman of the Wang family. At this moment, he was fierce and full of confidence. He walked into the study and sat down naturally, shouting Kunlun.

Wang Haikun raised his eyebrows: "What are you calling me?"

"Kunlun." Li Ming was stunned. Although Kunshao had two names, the official name Wang Haikun was always rejected by him. He liked others to call him Kunlun Brother, Kunlun, or the vague Kunshao.

"You should call me boss." Wang Haikun said.

"Yes, boss." Li Ming stood up, "Boss, I'm here to ask them for the work arrangements..."

"I will arrange it." Wang Haikun said, his posture of sitting on the carved chair was very similar to his father.

"Boss, do you still keep the person you asked me to look for in Tibet?" Li Ming asked subconsciously.

"Continue." Wang Haikun said.

As soon as this statement was spoken, both of them were silent. The order to find the hermit was issued by Wang Huayun, but Wang Haikun naturally said the word "continue". It seemed that his father had given it thoroughly before his death.
Chapter completed!