Chapter 6 — A Complete Human Life

14. The clown seemed to have had enough of playing, so he turned the lens towards me. "Tran Nhien, you have two choices. One, accept the punishment. After they are done, they can be released. Two, refuse the punishment, you can leave immediately. But... their lives are not guaranteed to be saved~" Before I even opened my mouth, the people in the cage burst into tears, screaming at me: "Auntie, it was me who was wrong, I shouldn't scold you online... please save me, I'm only nineteen, I don't want to die!" Another man: "I was wrong! I was wrong! Please have mercy and save me!" “Save lives!” “Sister, you used to be a soldier, you must save us!” “That's right, since we are paid by the people, we must serve the people!” “Tax money is not to feed those who see death without saving!” On the livestream, without being threatened with their lives, netizens talked more: 【I wonder what Tran Nhien would choose.】 【If it were me, I would definitely run away, who would have the free time to save the people who stoned me!】 【Correct.】 【Auntie, run, run outside and call the police to save you!】 But regardless of whether the other person is truly sorry or just begging for fear of death, the thing is That also cannot shake my determination. “I choose one.” I responded quickly, concisely and decisively. Up until now, I have never wavered in my belief in "fighting for the people". The clown stroked his chin and smiled sinisterly: "Very good. So next... is punishment." “Since someone said you were guilty, you must accept the punishment.” From the darkness, twenty tall, masked men stepped forward. "Since you're willing, I give you the right to choose. Do you want each of us individually? Or do we all go together?" Loud laughter rang out. I calmly said: “One by one.” The men burst out laughing again, but inside the cage, everyone was silent, their eyes filled with shame. Someone mumbled: "Sorry..." Comments ran wild: 【So nauseous!】 【Auntie, run away!】 【Hu hu, you are the most wonderful person, I hope you are protected.】 After I defeated the tenth guy, calmly brushing the dust off his shirt, the smiles on their faces disappeared, their eyes looking at me were all alert. The comments exploded again: 【Oh my god, auntie, every move hits the dangerous spot!】 【Is this the strength of a man of fifty? Accurate in every move, I watched it and immediately wanted to pay the insurance money!】 【People say 50 years old is the age to rest, but she proves that 50 is the age to attack!】 【My life is truly a waste...】 The remaining five guys knew something bad happened, they didn't bother to play "solo" anymore, they all jumped in together. 【Damn, I don't know how to save face!】 【That's really shameless!!!】 No matter how good I am, it's difficult for my two hands to withstand ten arms, let alone twenty. Being attacked by five people at the same time, I fell to the ground, spitting blood. The people in the cage had red eyes, some burst into tears, some even threw personal items at the group of black shirts. “Auntie, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!” A young man knelt down, sobbing, pounding his fist on the floor: "It's my fault! You shouldn't have scolded me! Stop it!" The cries grew louder: "It was me who was wrong! Don't hit her anymore! Hit me! Hit me!" “Auntie, I don't need your help anymore, run away, I beg you!” Commenters also scolded: 【Fuck! Five men torture an elderly woman! Don't you know how humiliating it is!!!】 【Where are the police, why haven't they arrived yet!!】 “Shh, shut up.” I struggled to get up on my hands and knees, blood freezing at the corners mouth. When the last person fell, I also knelt down, my body could no longer support it. According to the original plan, I was taken to a mercenary lair and would coordinate with my teammates to capture the entire den. But this bastard leader likes sick games, and even drags civilians to open "online trials". Because of the hostages, I had to be patient, temporarily accept his game, and wait for the opportunity. Seeing me defeating twenty people alone, the clown clapped his hands: "That's terrible. No wonder you killed my brother." "Haha... I heard you're good at disarming bombs? Let's try this." He pointed to the electronic lock on the iron cage and opened the lid. Inside is a mini bomb. "Let me open my eyes. If you can take this thing off, then they can leave." The person in the cage was happy just now, but now his face was pale and he was biting his lip, unable to speak. But the comments were different — the word “Shameless” filled the entire screen. 15. Time only counts down seconds. My legs were injured and I couldn't stand up. I could only use my arms to drag myself on the ground, leaving behind a red trail of blood. I tried to crawl close to the iron cage, grasped the bars tightly, leaned against it and began to undo it. Comments on the livestream were overwhelming: 【Does anyone know where this is! Quickly call someone to save you!】 【I don't dare watch anymore, huh huh.】 The person in the cage cried until his voice was hoarse: "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" "Shut up! If you don't want to die, then shut up!" I'm sweating profusely, I'm at the critical stage, and at this moment the worst thing I can do is to be disturbed. The pitiful cry was immediately silenced by the people nearby. Finally, the key line was cut off by me. The electronic screen flashed light... went out. Success! Sweat and blood dripped into my eyes, stinging, but I didn't dare relax for a second. The bombs have stopped. The clown didn't break his promise this time. He pressed the control button: "If you promise, you won't break your faith. You trash, get the hell out of here." The door opens. Those who were locked up rushed out. Some people didn't bother turning around and rushed straight to the exit. There were also a few people who tried to pull me along, but were immediately defeated by the black shirt crowd. The boy cried the most bitterly and tried to struggle to stay, but was still dragged away. The electronic rolling door slammed down. In the abandoned factory, there was only me, the clown and his henchmen left. He laughed until his shoulders shook: "Look, half your life to save them, that's the result. Isn't it heartbreaking?" “Hahahaha, what a great play!” A strange smile hissed under the mask. "Now then, it's time to settle the score. You killed my brother, I have to make you suffer the pain of being cut by a thousand knives." He raised the remote, and on the screen appeared photos of bombs scattered throughout the city: schools, hospitals, shopping centers. "The bomb is placed in the CBD, I just need to press the button... BOOM! All the people you protect, go to heaven." “So, don't you dare touch me!” I clenched my teeth. What a bunch of lowlifes, who only know how to use dirty tricks. We underestimated him too much. In the headset, the teammate reported: "Captain, he is right. We have checked, the bomb is real. In the short term, it cannot be removed, the signal cannot be shielded. We are urgently evacuating people and trying to find a way to defuse the bomb. Captain, please hold out longer!" Now I can only buy time. We can't let him escape, and we can't let him act haphazardly. Because if he just presses the button, everything will be destroyed. I have to destroy the remote in his hand. The clown roared, continuously fired five shots, avoiding dangerous places, only shooting at the limbs and soft tissue, causing me to lose the ability to act, but not die immediately. Pain ripped through me, I collapsed, blood spread all over my body. In the headset, the teammate's voice trembled: "Captain, the bomb at the school has been defused, please try harder!" He pulled out a cold dagger and swung it at my body. Steel flashed, a piece of flesh on my arm was torn off. “Hahahaha, does it hurt?” I spit blood and saliva straight into his face. He looked at me like prey, deliberately not killing me right away, wanting to torture me slowly. In the headset, teammates continuously reported: "Captain, the shopping center has been blocked, experts are handling it... The hospital is crowded, evacuation is difficult, we have mobilized more forces. Captain, please don't collapse!" The livestream turned into chaos: Some people cried, some cursed, some cursed him for not dying properly. I know, this clown is extremely dangerous. If he escapes, the consequences are unpredictable. I tried to stay awake, hiding my slowly moving right hand behind my back. Blood was flowing profusely, my mind was hazy, but I still forced a smile: "Don't worry, I can still stand." When he stabbed me 25 times, I finally got bored and looked at the clock. 4 hours 40 minutes. "That's enough, I have to go. If I stay any longer, if the police come in, I'll be stuck." He threw the bloody knife, pulled out a pistol with only one bullet left, and pressed it straight to my forehead. "Let's go, go down and keep company with my brother. Before you die, let me leave you my last words." Comments screamed: 【Don't!!!】 【Damn it! Stop!】 【Where are the police? They haven't arrived yet!!!】 I looked at the confident smile on his face, slightly teasingly curled my lips. “Do you think… you can go?” His right hand trembled out. That was the mini bomb I secretly removed from the iron cage lock. “Fuck!” His eyes widened, his finger tightened on the trigger. "Do not!!!" — desperate screams from teammates in the headset. “Dang!” The last shot rang out. Immediately after, a more violent explosion swallowed everything. The violent attack blew open the roof of the warehouse, red flames rose high, and bricks and stones were thrown everywhere. No one survived. I destroyed the remote too. Even if I have to pay with my life, I will not let him press the button. As soon as the bullet pierced my forehead, my mind echoed the oath I made under the national flag: "Wholeheartedly serving the people... Not afraid of sacrifice... Always ready to fight... Swear to die to protect the Fatherland..." The corners of my lips curled up. I thought: "This life... is not in vain." External session 1. In the early morning of June 15, former soldier Tran Nhien in City At the moment of life and death, to protect the people, she risked her life to fight many armed criminals, rescuing 15 hostages. Finally, she detonated the bomb, along with the leader and more than twenty of his accomplices. Life stops at the age of 50. We respectfully say goodbye, forever remembering her heroic spirit. Immortal hero! 2. Tran Nhien (1973.6.14 - 2024.6.15), was awarded 1 first-class medal, 2 second-class medals, 6 third-class medals. In the kidnapping case in City X, she, an international super criminal and 20 accomplices exploded use your body to prevent disaster. Aged 51 years old. On June 19, the District Party Committee and People's Government of District X decided to posthumously award her the title "Outstanding Party Member of District X". 3. Tran Nhien's funeral. Countless people from City X voluntarily came out to say goodbye. Her mother, who was over seventy, hugged the jar of ashes tightly, crying until she was hoarse, her thin, trembling hands constantly banging on the urn. But Tran Nhien had turned into ash and could not respond. A curious child asked: "Mom, why does that old lady keep knocking on that box?" The mother stroked her child's head and choked: "In that small box... is the old lady's daughter." "People say, gray hair sending green hair away is unfilial. The old lady broke the box, like a slap... instead of final forgiveness."