The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

At this moment, from Feng Mu's perspective, the kneeling person looked like he was standing, and the standing person looked like he was kneeling.

And this is indeed the case.

Qian Huan's arms hung in the air, his neck turned stiffly and he lowered his head, the anger on his face solidified.

He felt that countless eyes around him were focused on him like eager flames, and the hot expectation contained in those eyes seemed to melt him.

He knew that he was being treated as a life-saving straw, but he could not save the lives of the prison guards.

Qian Huan took a deep breath and slowly retracted his hand that was holding the air. Then, he slowly squatted down and reached out to grab the badge that fell on the ground.

Zhao Xing covered his face and cried bitterly. His eyes were stung by tears, but he still seemed to be aware of it. He took a step forward, knelt down and pressed his badge under his thighs and knees.

Qian Huan clapped his hands slowly, his face twitched, and his facial muscles twitched unconsciously a few times. He may have had thousands of angry thoughts in his heart, but in the end he only squeezed out a three-point smile on his face.

He put his hands on Zhao Xing's shoulders and said word by word:

"Chief Zhao, why do you say such angry words? Your subordinates' lives are hanging by a thread, and you have to escape at this time?"

However, Zhao Xing just bowed his head and ignored Qian Huan's reasoning, completely interpreting the image of being overwhelmed by grief.

His voice was choked and trembling, and he just repeated that sentence mechanically:

"It's me who is incompetent. It's me who harmed them. Warden, please save them, save them..."

He was crying so miserably, humiliating himself and shouting that he was incompetent. What else could you do to him? As the warden, could you still take off your badge and cry with him on the ground?

Qian Huan grabbed Zhao Xing's shoulders tightly and pricked the latter's shoulders through the material of his clothes until they bled.

Zhao Xing's shoulders were shaking violently, and he was crying even more miserably. The hands covering his cheeks were also shaking slightly.

However, the corners of the mouth under the palms stained with snot and tears slowly curved in an arc that no one could see.

He is about to complete the death kpi assigned to him by webmaster Lou.

And not only did he want to finish it, but he also planned to let the warden, Qian Huan, do it for him in full view of everyone.

"Ahhhh——"

Suddenly, a shrill and high-pitched scream came from the surveillance system. The prison guard watching the surveillance system had his eyes wide open and his face was full of horror. He turned to Qian Huan nervously, his voice urgent and trembling:

"Warden, it's bad! The prisoner is pulling... pulling Wang Fei's neck."

This report was addressed to Qian Huan, but its heavy weight was also conveyed to everyone in the room.

For a moment, everyone held their breath subconsciously, and even Zhao Xing, who had been in grief, stopped for a moment with his heart-rending cries.

Qian Huan suddenly released his palms and quickly stood up and turned to look at the surveillance camera.

In the surveillance video, the maniacally laughing prisoner stepped on Wang Fei's chest with one foot and pressed it against the wall. He held Wang Fei's chin with both hands like a bowl, and then suddenly exerted force.

Wang Fei's neck was stretched, and the skin and muscles were torn apart first, making a tooth-gripping sound as they were being pulled like a lotus root being torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, the throat and bones were ruthlessly pulled out and exposed to the cold air.

Finally, with a gush of blood, Wang Fei's head deformed, rotated and hit the camera. Blood splashed everywhere, and the entire monitoring screen was instantly dyed a bright red.

It was not that Qian Huan had never seen a dead person before, but it was the first time for Qian Huan to see someone being killed so cruelly in front of the camera. The visual impact made Qian Huan's teeth rattle.

Qian Huan forced himself to calm down and said in a ferocious voice: "Report again on the current situation in the death row."

The prison guard quickly replied: "There are a total of 124 water cells in the death row area. More than half of them have been opened. At least 500 death row inmates escaped and participated in the riot."

"There are 101 prison guards on duty in the death row area today. Through surveillance, it has been confirmed that 21 prison guards are already dead. Oh no, including prison guard Wang Fei, there are now 22 prison guards who can be confirmed to be completely dead."

The prison guard wiped the cold sweat from his head while reporting. Since the establishment of the Second Prison, there have been riots and suppressions, but most of the victims were prisoners. This was the first time that a prison guard died on such a scale.

And it can be seen with the naked eye that the number 22 is by no means the final number.

The prison guard swallowed and continued:

"It was also confirmed through surveillance that 33 prison guards had their limbs severed and were being brutally tortured."

Thanks to the ubiquitous surveillance cameras, every tragic scene of prison guards being tortured was captured in detail and divided into countless reduced frames.

At this moment, all of them were displayed together on the wide screen of the monitoring center, forming a huge and shocking panorama.

The blood vessels on Qian Huan's forehead were bulging and beating.

Feng Mu sighed softly, and then walked out of the queue. Facing all the prison guards in the room, he said in a deep voice:

"I suggest that everyone hand over their mobile phones voluntarily now and wait for the warden to deal with the riot before returning them to everyone.

Check out the 16-9 book bar to see the correct version!

During this period, I hope that everyone will not leak the information in the second prison, especially these cruel scenes, to the outside through any means. "

Qian Huan was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly ordered Feng Mu:

"That's right, everyone's mobile phones should be handed in now, Feng Mu, you can collect them."

The news of such a large-scale riot in the Second Prison must not be blocked. Maybe at this moment, the upper levels of the ruling government and the prison system have received the news.

However, the blockade should still be blocked, at least to reduce the spread of more bloody pictures or scenes on the Internet.

While giving the order, Qian Huan continued to the prison guard watching the surveillance: "Don't stop, continue reporting."

When the technical prison guard in front of the monitoring screen heard this, he immediately resumed his report. His voice was slightly trembling, but he tried his best to stay calm:

"Reporting to the warden, I checked all the surveillance cameras and found that there are still 46 prison guards whose whereabouts are unknown and are currently not in the surveillance field.

According to preliminary judgment, they were most likely controlled by the prisoners and imprisoned in the water cell in the death row area. "

Qian Huan was not surprised by the answer. He frowned and asked, "Are they still alive?"

The technical prison guard nodded: "I checked the surveillance and saw the scene before they were put into the water prison, so they should be still alive."

As the technical prison guard said this, he hurriedly called out the surveillance video of some of the guards being kicked into the water cell by the prisoners.

Although the video is only fragmentary, it is enough to confirm that the technical prison guards' inference is correct.

"It's really the worst answer."

Qian Huan was slightly relieved on his face, but he was getting more and more irritable in his heart. To be honest, what he actually wanted to hear was the answer that all the prison guards had been killed by the prisoners.

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