The two of them smoked cigarettes and sat indoors, after a short silence.

"What's wrong with you?" the old man asked, sitting cross-legged, holding the cigarette butt between his thumb and forefinger, which had already burned the cotton. He choked and squinted his eyes.

"It's about losing your head."

"The police are arresting you."

"Well, I'll be there soon."

"Then why don't you run?" the old man asked in confusion.

"I can't run anymore. When I come, I'll fight." Tong Guangbei shook his head and pursed his lips.

The old man was silent for a while.

At this moment, the siren sounded outside the door. Countless armed police and policemen surrounded the abandoned factory. The director of a certain city bureau also arrived at the scene. Mi Zhongguo stood at the front, and the special police held anti-explosion shields and formed a horizontal line. The platoon blocked the door.

"Shout, if you don't come out, fight in." The director said sonorously and forcefully.

"Report, I have locked the suspect's location, but there is another person beside him." The sniper said on the intercom system.

"...Why are there still hostages? Could they be disguised by accomplices?" The director was stunned.

"It doesn't look like this. This old man is not in the information. He looks like a homeless man in his clothing." The sniper quickly replied.

The police outside are discussing countermeasures.

"Wow."

Tong Guangbei, who was in the house, flicked the bolt of his gun, glanced outside through the dusty window, turned back and said to the old man: "Thank you for the cigarette, I won't make any trouble with you, I'm going out."

"Tong Guangbei, you have been surrounded..."

People outside started shouting in vain.

"Stop shouting, it sounds annoying." Tong Guangbei frowned and shouted.

"Tong Guangbei, I am the director of the XX City Public Security Bureau, and I want to talk to you..."

"There's nothing to talk about," Tong Guangbei refused without hesitation.

He had loaded the bullet into the chamber and was about to walk out. He had smoked and rested. When it was time to leave, let's go.

"Snapped."

The old man suddenly tugged on Tong Guangbei's wrinkled trousers, and then said: "Brother, don't worry, listen to me."

"What are you talking about?" Tong Guangbei was stunned for a moment.

"...Look at what I've become like this. I can't eat or drink, but I still have to live. Let me tell you something sour. Compared with those who died suddenly, we are actually quite lucky. We have The opportunity is in the last period of life. It’s good to think back and say goodbye to the people who were very important in my heart... I would rather pick up rags now. What’s the motivation for living? It’s because I’m here every day. I told myself in my heart that today is my last day, and I have to live well... So, I have been picking up rags for eight years, but I still haven't starved to death... Do you think this is the case?" the old man persuaded.

Tong Guangbei was stunned when he heard this.

…

Five minutes later, Tong Guangbei threw away his pistol and walked out of the factory with his head in his arms. More than a dozen armed police officers pressed him to the ground, and his arms were pulled out with a banging sound.

Mi Zhongguo came over excitedly and said, "Tong Guangbei, you also have today."

"Just remember, after my death, Tong Guangbei, these three words can still scare your public security system for ten years."

Tong Guangbei lay on the ground and said with raised corners of his mouth.

At this moment, the gangster is arrested. He has committed countless major crimes and will wait for legal trial.

Later, I heard from the prisoners who were detained with him that Tong Guangbei behaved very honestly while in custody, and he ranked first in the three-month prison cell in terms of manual work.

But three months later, the first-instance verdict was issued. Tong Guangbei was deprived of political rights for life and sentenced to death, which was immediately executed.

No appeal, gladly accepted.

On the day of the execution, Tong Guangbei took off the handcuffs and shackles he had worn for three months, stepped onto the execution platform where intravenous injection was given, and slowly closed his eyes.

Since then, there has been one less vicious gangster in the world, but our society seems to have not changed much. Those who sell drugs are still selling drugs, and those who pimp are still pimping...

When a person dies, his sins are eliminated. He is not a good person, and there is no need to remember him. When we think of him, we can just listen to him as a story.

Tong Guangbei died at the age of forty-three.
Chapter completed!