District 9

On the streets of Fengbei City, a large number of special police officers surrounded Yan Botao's motorcade and launched a fierce attack.

Yan Botao hid in the car, trembling and yelled: "Rush over, ignore them, rush over!"

"The tires were blown off and the car can't drive." The driver responded with the same voice in horror, and used his shoulder to open the deformed door.

In the surrounding area, thirty or forty special police officers slowly surrounded the convoy and threw smoke bombs and tear gas at the convoy.

Yan Botao mustered up the courage to look out the car window, and all he saw were SWAT soldiers armed to the teeth.

"Cnm, Xiang Zhenmin, you are still holding me back when you are about to die!" Yan Botao cursed angrily.

…

Inside the ancestral residence of the Xiang family.

Chief Xiang walked into the antique study room, sat on a wooden chair, quietly lit a cigarette, and took out a pen and paper from the drawer.

Under the dim light, Mr. Xiang leaned over the desk and wrote a letter home.

"Son, a word is like a face. From the moment Fengbei City is destroyed, all the different opinions between you and me will be settled. I will also say goodbye to you and my beloved relatives in the last stage of my life. bid farewell.

Compared to lingering on, I hope I can accept death calmly.

Your father will never stand in a public trial or a military court and humbly accept the punishment of others. Men need to face up to what they have done and the consequences of their actions.

I don’t even want to use the light of my son to bend down and pick up the little life left in a pitiful and pathetic way... I have my own dignity, and I hope that I was your pride.

Son, I have blamed myself and felt guilty for the formation of your stubborn character. I always felt that in the most important stage of your life, I allowed you too much freedom and wanted you to grow up too early and become independent too early. , so that you are not good at compromising or being tactful in anything.

And now, I feel that you may be better able to take responsibility than me, and have more courage to face setbacks and defeats. The tenacity and perseverance you showed during the reorganization of the Self-Defense Forces was beyond my expectation.

I am very happy to see you take charge of your own affairs at the end of my political career.

Don't be sad because of my passing. Everyone has a final destination. Choosing to leave this world is a decision I have thought about for a long time.

Some people say that blood is inheritance. I agree with this. Living well is the best continuation of my life.

I hope that after I leave, you can take good care of your family, manage your own life well, and live your own wonderful life.

In the past, I always suppressed your ideals and personal visions. Now, I want to say... you can let go and pursue your ideals and visions, and I support you.

Throughout my life, my career has always come before my family. If I were to live my life again, I would not make this choice.

I'm sorry, son, I may have given you a platform to take off, but I didn't give you the care and love of a father.

I regret it very much.

Really regret it.

Alas, forget it, if there is an afterlife, I will make compensation.

Son, men should have the courage to face farewell and departure in life. I hope that between us, father and son, there will only be longing and no grief.

I wish you a bright future, peace and joy.

Your father, Xiang Zhenmin’s last work. "

After finishing writing, Chief Xiang stood up slowly, sealed the letter carefully, and placed it in the most conspicuous place on the bookshelf.

Xiang Zehao would never have imagined that the last phone call would be the last communication between him and his father.

In the family letter, Mr. Xiang's concern and care for his son are no longer as euphemistic as before, but like a pot of extremely strong old wine, straightforward and spicy.

Chief Xiang pulled the chair to the window, sat down slowly, drank the liquid potion that he had prepared long ago, and prepared to leave this world peacefully.

The old eyes stared at the scenery outside the window, extremely calm, without fear or timidity.

Although he is a one-term Chief of Administration, he is an extremely strong person.

In the last stage of his life, he did not want to be pushed to a public trial or military court because of his political stance, to survive in a humble way, and to die in a politician's apartment while lingering.

He didn't want to affect his son's political career because of his own side, nor did he want to put Xiang Zehao in a dilemma after the war.

Whether he shot an officer of the Self-Defense Forces, whether he massacred senior party and government officials of the Yan Clan in the last stage of his life, or whether he once sided with the He Clan or Shensha Clan...

This is all his personal behavior and has nothing to do with his son or the Xiang family.

As for the rights and wrongs of these things, later people have commented that he only needs to do it, stand up and be brave enough to bear all the consequences.

…

In the city, gunshots still rang out fiercely on the streets leading to Fengbei North Pass.

Yan Botao climbed out of the car in embarrassment, pulled his neck and shouted: "I have something to tell Lao Xiang, let me call him."

"Ding Dong!"

A bullet came over and hit the car body, sending up bursts of sparks.

Yan Botao covered his head and shouted again: "Let me make a call!"

"Climb out and you won't hurt anyone else." The masked leader opposite shouted.

"I'm not going out, I want to call him!" Yan Botao shouted unwillingly: "We still have room to talk, I still have cards..."

After the masked leader was silent for a while, he scratched his neck and cursed: "He will never talk to you, because at this time... he may have left."

Yan Botao was stunned when he heard this. He lay on the ground and could not move for a long time.

"He...he wants to die, why do you have to take me with you? Why?!" Yan Botao yelled unwillingly.

"Kang!"

The smoke cleared and the sniper shot Yan Botao in the chest.

"Well……!"

Yan Botao covered his wound, eyes widened, looking at the scene on the street, and murmured: "I'm dead... Can you let my son go... I beg you...!"

"Kang Kang!"

Two more shots, and Yan Botao left this world completely.

…

North wind outlet.

Xiang Zehao was wearing a worn-out military coat and was checking the strength of the fortifications in the defense area. At this moment, he didn't know what was happening in Fengbei City.

Qin Yu also walked with Wu Tianyin in the position on the edge of the combat zone, talking softly.

"The general attack is about to begin." Qin Yu whispered: "...We have held on to this battle, and there will be no fighting on the north side of the three major areas."

"Dip Lingling!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang. Qin Yu lowered his head and took out the phone and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"Our troops from the Northeast Theater Command will station themselves at Beifengkou after a short stay in Songjiang. In about thirty hours..." Li Zhan's voice sounded.

Fengbei, the ancestral home of the Xiang family.

Mr. Xiang stared out the window, looking at the crystal frost flowers on the glass. His breathing gradually became faster, his face turned pale, he closed his eyes calmly, and gradually lost his breath...

He left, clean and tidy, without affecting anyone!