Du Er's scream echoed over the empty courtyard outside the President's Mansion, filled with smoke and the breath of death, carrying a kind of desperation and collapse that tore at the vocal cords.
The filthy "white flag," was wildly waved in Du Er's violently trembling hand, like a banner announcing the total collapse of this government's power.
"Cease fire."
Song Heping raised his hand, signaling White Bear to stop shooting, then turned his gaze towards the direction of the President's Mansion gate.
Du Er's distorted face was covered with blood and tears, waving the piece of white cloth like the climax of an absurd play.
He said nothing.
He just raised a hand, making an extremely concise and cold gesture towards the gate—come over.
A gesture was an order.
Even someone like President Du Er was no exception.
The heavy, bullet-riddled, and smoke-stained main door of the President's Mansion, slowly opened a crack with the screeching sound of internal mechanisms.
