After infiltrating an enemy spy organization for five years, I was exposed. To survive, I sold out my childhood sweetheart, Lucas Lu. He dragged a crippled leg and barely escaped with his life. When he was awarded the Medal of Honor, first class. Lucas limped onto the stage with a cane. The Commander asked him if there was any wish the organization could fulfill for him. His eyes were cold as ice, his thin lips curling into a cruel sneer: "Bring Chloe Jiang back." "And execute her." The organization then raided the entire spy den but found no trace of me. They only found a videotape left for Lucas. 1 When Lucas received the videotape, he scoffed. "This is evidence of her crimes." "She will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history." His eyes were cold, and the corner of his mouth twitched with thick sarcasm. The guard pushed his wheelchair through the park and spoke cautiously. "General, won't you watch the content?" After receiving the First Class Merit, Lucas had been promoted to General of the Military Region. His broken leg became a badge of honor that would follow him for life. He sneered again. "Watch what?" "Watch how she sold out her country and begged the enemy like a dog?" "I'm afraid it will dirty my eyes." The guard was choked for a moment, silent for a few seconds before steeling himself to speak. "But the envelope containing the tape specifically mentioned your name." "To be opened by Lucas Lu personally." "This tape is specifically for you." Lucas paused, his narrow eyes narrowing slightly, a sharp glint passing through them. The enemy spies had not yet been completely eliminated; remnants still remained. Perhaps there were clues in the tape? "Hmph, fine. I want to see what tricks they're playing." "Most importantly, Chloe Jiang hasn't been found." "A traitor like her won't appease the public anger until she's dead." He had to find Chloe and watch her be executed with his own eyes. 2 December 15, 1986, 3:10 PM. Chloe was stripped naked, her body blue from the cold. A masked man in black stood beside her, holding a basin of cold water. Splash, he poured it over Chloe. Her body shook violently, and her hanging hair froze almost instantly. "Kill... just kill me!" Her teeth chattered, her lips purple as she growled. But the man in black acted deaf, pouring basin after basin of cold water on her. Until Chloe completely passed out. Only then did a sinister voice ring out. "Drag her back. Don't let her freeze to death." Then a group of people untied Chloe from the wooden stake and dragged her away. The screen went dark briefly. Lucas sat in front of the screen, his gaze colder than the frost outside the window. "A bitter meat trick?" (A ruse where one inflicts injury on oneself to win confidence). "Heh, this is all a conspiracy by the enemy." "A traitor deserves whatever torture she gets." The guard stood by, pursing his lips lightly, his tone low. "General, should we continue playing it?" Lucas leaned back on the soft sofa, speaking leisurely. "Play it." "I want to see how long she can keep up the act." 3 December 16, 1986, 3:10 PM. This time it was in a dark room. Chloe was still naked, her body covered in whip marks. That exquisite, pale face had been disfigured, skin torn and flesh gaping, blood oozing out constantly. "Will you talk?" It was that sinister voice again, coming from off-screen. Chloe curled her lips into a smile, her eyes resolute and fearless. "Lucas has already wiped out your nest." "You're just grasshoppers after autumn; you won't be hopping for long." After speaking, she grinned, laughing so hard she trembled. "Keep hitting." As soon as the sinister voice fell, the whip lashed viciously onto Chloe's body again. She trembled all over, her pearly teeth clenched tight. "We have already won!" "You... you just... wait for death..." She refused to submit even unto death, her beautiful almond eyes flashing with sharp, fierce light. Outside the screen, the guard held his breath, a look of pity on his face. "General, could Chloe be wronged..." He frowned as he spoke, not daring to look at Chloe's flesh tearing open bit by bit anymore. Lucas glanced sideways, looking at the guard with disdain. "Just this?" "You're still too inexperienced and naive." "They want to use my feelings for Chloe to threaten me." "Does a traitor deserve my heartache?" 4 December 17, 1986, 3:10 PM. Chloe's teeth were gone. Inside her pink lips was emptiness, only bloody gums remained. "Will you talk?" Still that cold voice, unchanged from yesterday. Like a repeating machine. Chloe hung her head, blood mixing with saliva dripping slowly from her mouth. "Never betray the country." Her eyes were stubborn. Even without teeth, her articulation was still clear. "Do you regret letting Lucas go?" That voice finally fluctuated a bit. Chloe was stunned, and a warmth finally dyed her originally cold eyes. "No... regrets." "He must hate me now. It doesn't matter, as long as he's alive." With that, she closed her eyes, two lines of clear tears sliding from her sockets, washing away the blood on her face. The screen went dark. The guard's face looked grim. "General, there must be a hidden story here." Lucas frowned, but his falcon-like sharp eyes still revealed ruthlessness. "She was discovered after lurking for five years after all." "They won't let her off." "This kind of fence-sitter won't be spared by either side." Lucas said, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes, leaning back on the sofa again to watch the tape. 5 December 18, 1986, 3:10 PM. One of Chloe's hands was gone. Blood was everywhere, her face pale as paper. "General!" The guard finally couldn't help but exclaim. "They chopped off Chloe's hand!" His eyes reddened, even his voice trembling. As Lucas's guard, he naturally knew the story of Lucas and Chloe. They were childhood sweethearts, originally about to get married, but later received a temporary mission from the organization to infiltrate the enemy, gone for five years. In the eyes of everyone in their military region, Lucas and Chloe were a heroic and patriotic couple. He didn't believe Lucas had no feelings for Chloe at all! On the sofa, Lucas's palm resting on his knee clenched slightly. Knuckles turning slightly white. The eyes staring at the screen had a hint of crimson. After a while, he stretched his stiff body and sighed, "Too fake." "Where did they find these actors?" "Someone as afraid of death as Chloe must have confessed all the organization's secrets. Would she still have a hand chopped off?" "Laughable." Although he said so, his gaze unconsciously fell on Chloe's severed arm. The empty forearm had no continuation. Blood so red it was blinding soaked the gauze, dripping onto the ground, forming a mirror-like puddle. He unconsciously furrowed his brows, a place in his heart aching dully. But soon, remembering the scene of being betrayed by Chloe, that softness in his heart vanished. He exhaled, his eyes clearly saying: "Chloe, if you knew this would happen, why did you do it back then?" 6 December 19, 1986, 3:10 PM. Lucas finally believed this was the enemy's interrogation video of Chloe. This time, a naked man wearing a black hood got off Chloe's body. Then, another one got on. Still that sentence, "Will you talk?" Chloe cried heart-wrenchingly, biting one man's ear, but without teeth, the other party felt no pain or itch. "Animals!" "I'll kill you!" Her mouth full of blood, screaming until her voice cracked. The hatred bursting from her eyes was like a raging fire, threatening to burn the whole world to the ground. Lucas, sitting on the sofa, tried to stand up abruptly but lost his balance and fell to the floor. "General!" The guard rushed to help. Lucas trembled all over, his face paler than Chloe's. "It must be fake, fake!" "Chloe already surrendered, how could they still treat her like this!" He gripped the guard's sleeve tightly, tears falling continuously. His heart felt like it was being squeezed hard, suffocating him. He could only breathe desperately. The recording didn't stop; Chloe's screams continued. "Lucas! Save me!" "Save me!" "Lucas... boohoo..." Her helpless voice was like a knife, carving out Lucas's heart piece by piece. He crawled all the way to the screen, protecting Chloe's image with both hands, sobbing uncontrollably. "Chloe, where are you, where are you!" "I forgive you, I forgive you, I'm coming to save you!" "Wait for me to save you..." He pounded the screen hard, hating that he couldn't rush in. No matter how he shouted, those beasts wouldn't stop until they tortured Chloe half to death before giving up. And at this moment, Lucas had completely fainted in front of the screen. 7 When he woke up again, Lucas could no longer hate Chloe. He would rather be betrayed by Chloe again than have her suffer, just wanting her to live well. "Where's the tape?" Lying in the hospital bed, he spoke with a hoarse voice. The guard advised him with a pained expression, "General, don't watch it anymore." "I think Comrade Chloe must have been killed." "Today is already December 30th." More than ten days, Chloe was probably more dead than alive. Lucas's heart ached, eyes reddening. He tried his best to hold back tears, but they broke through. "Show me." He ordered masochistically. "General..." The guard wanted to persuade him more but was scolded by Lucas. "Show me!" "Chloe must still be alive!" His eyes widened, filled with stubborn obsession. The guard sighed and continued playing the tape for Lucas. 8 December 20, 1986, 3:10 PM. Chloe, covered in scars, had completely lost the light in her eyes. She was like a piece of lifeless meat, tied to a wooden stake, left to be slaughtered. "Will you talk?" That voice sounded again. Chloe didn't speak. Her dry, blood-stained lips moved, but ultimately no sound came out. "Is it worth suffering so much just not to implicate Lucas?" "He escaped, will be promoted and get rich, living the good life." "What about you?" This was the soft approach after the hard failed, a common interrogation tactic. Lucas's hand gripping the sheet tightened, even his breathing stagnated. In the picture, Chloe's eyes stared straight at the ground, but the corners of her mouth lifted easily. "If I expose him, where will Lucas have a way to live?" "Better I be the bad guy, cut off his longing, and win him a chance at life..." As her voice fell, she closed her eyes, tears mixed with blood sliding from her eyes. Lying in bed, Lucas wept a river, raising his hand to slap his own face fiercely. "Lucas Lu! You bastard!" "Why are you so stupid!" "Why didn't you take Chloe with you!" "The one who should suffer is you! It's you!" Lucas cried until he passed out again.
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