<h4>Chapter 1012: Revenge</h4>


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    “Shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him!”


    “Let me kill this executioner! My brother and his family died at his hands!”


    “F*ck, let me get him, I want to shred him into pieces!”


    The soldiers cried out one after another. Good hadmitted many evil deeds and


    harmed the families of many of his soldiers.


    Li Du held Remonin and the soldiers back and shouted, “All of you, f*cking calm down!


    Calm down! Calm down! Good must die, but not like this!”


    Grabbing Remonin’s cor, he said, “Get the soldiers in the east wing to stop. We can


    resolve this without bloodshed!”


    Remonin held up his hand. “Okay! All of you, shut up! Soldiers, listen to the words of my


    brother Li Du!”


    Li Du dragged Good up to a jeep and Remonin finally understood, “You want to let the


    miners deal with Good?”


    “That’s right.”


    Remonin shook his head, “No, not now. I know what I said just now, but we can''t kill


    Good. I need to interrogate him!”


    Li Du said, “Do you think you will get anything out of it? Believe me, I know what you


    want. Those things are in the army camp and themander’s quarters. You can get


    them without interrogating him.”


    Remonin shook his head again, “No, Li, I have to interrogate him personally.”


    Li Du would not allow it. He said, “First, General, we have no time to waste, we have to


    quickly resolve the miners’ uprising! Second, Good is extremely cunning. He will never


    tell you anything useful, but would only try to sabotage our rtionship. If you want to


    take him away, I must return to South Africa at once. I do not want to fall out with you.”


    Remonin hesitated while another soldier rushed over, yelling, “General, the fight at the


    east wing is extremely fierce. Please order the helicopter and artillery tanks to support


    them!”


    Remonin stamped his feet on the ground and yelled, “Stop firing at the east wing, I will


    go and resolve it myself!”


    The troops drove towards the east wing. The soldiers and the fearless miners were split


    into two sides that were shooting at each other. Among the flurry of shots, the gun


    muzzles could be seen protruding from pockets of darkness.


    Li Du picked up the loudhailer and yelled, “Miners! Miners! My good brothers! I am


    General Remonin of Gold Grass Tribe. I have arrived at the camp to rescue you all. We


    are brothers, we are kindred, and I am not your enemy.”


    Despite his words, the hidden miners did not walk out and stayed obscured in the


    darkness, their guns raised.


    Remonin stuck out his head and said, “Most of them cannot understand English. Better


    switch to Portuguese, Shona or Ndbele.”


    Swaznd had three officialnguages: English, Shona, and Ndbele. Few lower ss


    people could understand English. More of them spoke Shona and Ndbele.


    Li Du was getting impatient. He pushed the loudhailer at Remonin, “Find someone to tell


    them that we’ve brought Good. We can let them deal with Good, but they have to halt


    the fighting!”


    Remonin nodded. He gestured for a scrawny ck man to walk over, and started


    talking in anothernguage.


    As his voice rang out, the miners finally reacted. A few of the ck miners stood up and


    answered in the samenguage.


    The ck soldier turned and said, “They want to see Good and punish him with their


    own hands.”


    Remonin nodded unenthusiastically, as he too wanted to do that too.


    Two big-sized ck soldiers shoved Good forward with a strong kick, pushing him far


    up front.


    A few miners rushed forward and pulled Good up. They inspected his face by the


    firelight. Someoneughed, “Goodswin! Old executioner!”


    Other miners rushed out and surrounded Good before elbowing each other to get a


    closer look.


    More than a few of them were crying as they squeezed their way through. Someone


    raised a gun but was stopped by another miner, who shouted, “Put down the gun! We


    won’t kill him just like that!”


    Surrounded by the miners, Good tried his best to stay collected and calm. He red at


    the people, attempting to intimidate them. However, the miners were all riled up and


    unafraid of him.


    An old miner stood up and bellowed, “Find the torch! Find a pot!”


    Soon, someone brought the torch and pot out of the storeroom.


    Seeing the torture equipment, Good’s face changed. He shook his head with all his


    might, trying to get the tape off his mouth. The fear in his face was getting more


    intense.


    “No diamond!” A miner called out.


    “Those were not diamonds he used, but a sort of ss crystal,” the old miner said. “Go,


    fetch some broken ss!”


    Shards of broken ss were dropped into the pot. The old miner lit up the torch, heating


    the pot.


    The surrounding miners looked excited as they cheered. They looked quite demented.


    “What are they trying to do?” Remonin was getting restless. “I think they are crazy!”


    Li Du sighed, “Revenge. They are going to feed Good some of his own medicine


    now.”


    ss was not a pure element and did not have a consistent melting point, but it would


    begin to soften at about six to seven hundred degrees Celsius. 　As the pot grew


    hotter, the ss shards inside softened to be a sticky mess.


    The old miner ripped the tape off Good’s mouth. Good first took a huge breath before


    shouting at Remonin, “Get me away! I will give you…”


    A miner raised a gun and smashed it against Good’s mouth.


    Good let out a shrilling scream, blood oozing out of his mouth. Nearly choking on his


    own blood, he coughed and blood spewed out of his mouth, together with a few teeth


    that had been knocked out.


    He looked feebly at Remonin and tried to open his mouth to speak. 　Remonin wanted


    to stop the miner, as he badly coveted Good’s treasures.


    Li Du stopped him from trying to do that. “Are you mad? Do you want to start a battle?


    These miners are mad, and if you tried to kill them, you would lose as much of your own


    men! Do you really want to do that?”


    Remonin removed his army helmet helplessly, throwing it onto the floor with an upset


    face.


    Good was unable to speak. Each time he opened his mouth, the miner smashed in the


    gun. His mouth was almostpletely gone by now.


    The ss shards had mostly softened. Someone forced Good’s mouth open using the


    gun muzzle. The old miner raised the pot, shouting, “Who first?”


    “Me!” A youth who had lost his ears shouted back crazily.


    “Me! Let me do it!”


    “I want to do this! He killed my two brothers!”


    In the end, the potnded in the hands of a young ck man. His face was full of


    anticipation and eagerness as he poured the softened ss into Good’s mouth.


    The burning green ss flowing into his mouth, Good’s body shook violently as he


    screamed. The miners held him tightly, grabbed his head and stopped him from


    squirming away even as he struggled.


    Not far away, Remonin and his soldiers were watching them. They were unconsciously


    retreating backward. Remonin said, “These people are too scary!”


    Li Du said, “One day, if you be as violent and merciless as Good, people will treat


    you this way too.”


    Wearing a look a dignity, Remonin said, “I will never be like him!”