The heavy rain on the Bund hit Yun Zheng's epaulettes, like a funeral that was thirty years late.
The audience burst into applause, and flowers guarded the ribbon of "Model Veteran Special Forces", but his fingertips were rubbing the bullet casing in his pocket - the only souvenir of the Bohai Operation eight years ago. The commander's voice came through the rain curtain: "Comrade Yunzheng has made great contributions to the country. Today is a glorious day..."
"Boom——!"
Nine black pillars exploded in the Huangpu River.
