Chapter 65 Interrogation 3

The last one is Jiang Weihong. He is a very contradictory person. You can say he is a bad person, because he would shield himself from a gun with his hand to save hostages. You can also say he is a good person, because he would use the suffering of others to alleviate his own suffering.

Yun Wangshu couldn't understand it. Compared to Liang Chunsheng and the others, she hated him even more. Not for profit or fame, but just for that pitiful comfort and pleasure in his heart, he would kill his own comrade-in-arms. He deserved to die!

Sensing her attitude, Xiao Hua became much more brutal. When she twisted Jiang Weihong's limbs, she went too far and accidentally broke her spine as well.

Jiang Weihong's body convulsed suddenly, her eyes widened instantly, her pupils contracted, and her mouth opened wide but she couldn't make a sound, only managing to squeeze out a few faint breaths from her throat.

"Hehe...hehe..."

He was jolted awake by the pain and was completely unable to think.

Xiao Hua shoved the three unconscious people in front of him and held the part of the confession about him to his eyes. "Stop pretending to be dead. I know everything you've done. Liang Chunsheng has told you everything. You'd better confess yourself or I'll have to take action!"

Jiang Weihong's face was deathly pale. He regained consciousness for a few seconds when he heard Liang Chunsheng's name, but soon collapsed again.

It hurts so much! Why does it hurt so much? Is he dying, or is he already dead?

The little flower had no patience to wait for him; it rolled its filaments into the shape of a big fist and punched his head.

Two bangs brought Jiang Weihong back to her senses.

He stared dumbfounded at the bizarrely large fist, a feeling of "I knew it" suddenly welling up inside him. Then, thinking of Liang Chunsheng's name, he knew that the time for his trial had come.

Heaven will not let him off the hook.

“Yun…extraordinary…”

His voice was hoarse and broken; these three words seemed to have poured out all his emotions.

Little Flower couldn't help but twist its branches in anger. It wanted to slap someone, "I told you to say it, just say a name, is he your father?!"

But in his heart he was frantically repenting: Uncle, I'm sorry, I know you don't have such an unfilial son!

Lost in her own emotions, Jiang Weihong murmured, a mixture of remorse and sigh, "I miss you a little..."

Yun Wangshu: ...Something feels off?

Jiang Weihong's voice was extremely low, as if he would die at any moment, yet he spoke fluently, as if he had said these words to himself long ago, and they were on his tongue every day.

“What’s written on the paper is true. I know Liang Chunsheng has ill intentions, but I didn’t expect Yun Feifan to die. I thought he just failed his mission. I just wanted him to be frustrated like me…”

"That way we can be like before... drinking and chatting together, those are my most relaxing times..."

“I just don’t want him to go too far alone…it’s not fair.”

………………

Yun Wangshu's eye twitched. She simply couldn't believe that such a reason could be used to destroy a person.

Is this the military version of not wanting friends to be better off than oneself?

This is so strange!

Xiaohua brought him paper and a pen: "Write it down, write down all the shameful things you've done and thought, you traitor!"

Upon hearing the word "traitor," Jiang Weihong's expression went blank for a moment. He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Isn't he a traitor?"

He betrayed the organization, betrayed his beliefs, betrayed his friends; he should have died long ago.

Jiang Weihong took the pen and, without hesitation, poked it into her temple.

Even though he was at his wit's end, he still managed to generate unimaginable strength within his body. The pen was inserted into his head a full two inches deep, which shows how strong his desire to die was.

Xiaohua was dumbfounded. How could this guy be dead? He hadn't even written a confession yet!