Qi Tongwei was sentenced to death.
Everyone is waiting for him to die.
His political opponents raised a toast at the celebration banquet: "It is your own fault and you will not live."
His classmate was paralyzed in the ward, and his first love cried outside for thirty years.
No one thought he could make a comeback.
Until six days before execution.
In his cell, he used a pen to draw one hundred and twenty pages of design drawings.
A gun.
A gun that never existed in this world.
Precision crushes active duty. The world's best noise reduction. Still firing at minus 40 degrees Celsius. Take it out of the mud and beat it directly.
After the military tester finished shooting, his hands were shaking.
"General... This gun is too perverted."
"Who designed it?"
"A... Death row prisoner."
"What did he do?"
"Corruption, and... Murder."
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