The most important weapon of the country, the backbone of the top military industry, and the eighth-level fitter Shen Tie encountered a big explosion during the extreme experiment of new alloys. The consciousness struggled to emerge from the scorching and roaring abyss, but the heavy suffocation feeling did not come from the smoke, but from the cold and rough wooden shackles around the neck! His vision was blurred and focused, and he saw the heads moving under the scorching sun, the dirty and muddy loess road, and the ghost-headed sword in the executioner's arms on the high platform in front of him, reflecting the cold light that was enough to freeze the soul.
Death row! Make the decision! The noose of fate has been tightened.
At the critical moment when the gong blasted and the executioner raised the butcher's knife, Shen Tie's bloodshot eyes locked on an inconspicuous, twisted and broken piece of wire on the wooden frame of the torture instrument! It was an instinct imprinted in the bone marrow of the previous life, the last command of the muscle memory that had been tempered over time in a desperate situation. The finger bones flexed and stretched hard in the gap between the shackles, and the moment the bloody fingertips touched the cold metal, the spark belonging to the soul of modern industry suddenly ignited!
In his hands, the wire was like the tamest tool. It was instantly straightened, twisted, and inserted into the keyhole at incredible angles... Click! The heavy wooden shackles burst apart! The moment the blade slashed against the back of his neck with a shrill sound of wind, he rolled in an extremely embarrassing manner and fell into a pile of corpses under the stage that exuded a strong smell of blood and death.
