"Traitor Chen Xiangye, do you have any last words?"
The gun was pressed against the back of his head, and the whole city was waiting for him to die.
Three days ago, Chen Xiangye and his teammates rescued 300 civilians from a secret transport vehicle. Three days later, all his teammates died, he became a traitor who betrayed the defense line, and his sister was missing.
No one listened to his explanation.
Until the moment before execution, he suddenly saw everyone's death date.
Supervisor: Two minutes and fifty-nine seconds.
City Lord: Thirty-one minutes.
Tens of thousands of spectators in the square: no one survived past noon.
And himself - nine thousand years.
Chen Xiangye raised his head and looked at the slightly undulating medal on the officer's chest.
"Yes."
"That thing on your chest is about to hatch."
Two minutes and fifty-nine seconds later, the supervisor's chest exploded in front of everyone.
The square fell into chaos, and Chen Xiangye picked up the gun on the ground.
He has to pick up his sister first.
Then, with the execution order fully signed, he knocked on doors.
