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

Because of that, he can have less pressure and resistance when issuing subsequent orders.

Qian Huan's face was extremely gloomy. He took a few deep breaths and asked, "What's the situation at the exits of the death row area?"

The technical prison guard replied: "As soon as the riot broke out, Superintendent Zhao ordered a lockdown."

The technical prison guard controlled the surveillance screen and saw three passages leading to corridors in other areas. The machine guns in the walls had been stretched out, aiming at every position in the corridor without blind spots.

Behind the machine gun positions, heavily armed prison guards from other prison districts were ready to go. Just waiting for an order, they would rush in and carry out indiscriminate suppression.

No, using "repression" to describe it seems too implicit. It should be described as "bloodbath".

Qian Huan thought with his toes, knowing that the result of the bloodbath was self-evident. When the time came, who would be able to distinguish among the blood that his soles stepped on belonged to the prisoner and which belonged to the prison guard who was kidnapped.

Qian Huan looked down at Zhao Xing at his feet with gloomy eyes, and seemed to be able to see through the curve of the corners of his mouth under his palms.

"It's so cruel!"

Qian Huan realized that he had underestimated these district chiefs after all. He did not expect that these district chiefs would resort to such crazy methods in order to keep their positions and force himself to step down.

Injure the enemy eight hundred and injure yourself a thousand?

Qian Huan felt like the "handsome" guy who was forced into a dead corner on the chessboard. No matter which direction he moved next, it would be the wrong way and it would be a dead move!

If you give him some time, Qian Huan may not be able to think of a way out of the situation.

However, the sound of "screaming chicken" coming from the monitoring screen from time to time was like the countdown hourglass next to the chessboard, reminding him that time had bottomed out.

He had no time to think, he had to make his move immediately.

Qian Huan's brows furrowed into knots. He first looked at Shi Wuming who was following him, and asked in a low voice:

"Can you free the prison guard inside?"

Shi Wuming's transformation implant was focused on killing people, not rescuing people. Although he felt that relying on his strength, it would not be difficult to save one or two prison guards before the prisoners took action.

However, he couldn't find a reason to do so.

His contract with Qian Huan only covers protecting the other party's personal safety, but does not include doing things for the other party.

Shi Wuming shook his head expressionlessly: "Warden Qian really thinks too highly of me. With so many prisoners, it takes a while to kill them. How can we save them?"

Qian Huan got the expected answer, and his illusions were completely shattered. In his eyes, Shi Wuming was the person with the highest strength value in the second prison at the moment. This was verified by his pair of [Bone Detection Eyes].

Since Shi Wuming said no, it was impossible.

Shi Wuming may have felt that his answer was too cold. After thinking about it, he quickly put on a warm smile and added:

"But although I can't save people, I can help you mark the high-risk individuals on death row."

Hearing this, Qian Huan's eyes flashed with anger, and he sneered: "Thank you for your kindness, that's not necessary."

Of course, Shi Wuming's help was not free, but was calculated on a per-person basis. Although Qian Huan was generous, he was not willing to spend money on a group of dead people.

No matter how these death row prisoners broke free from the heavy shackles and regained some strength and strength, when faced with the firepower of the establishment, how wildly they are smiling at the camera now will be revealed later. It would be so ugly to die.

Qian Huan has no doubt about this, because the potential risk of prisoner riots was anticipated from the very beginning of the prison's design.

The terrain layout is the most intuitive rectangular corridor, and each corridor is narrow and straight. This structure naturally limits the space for martial arts, but it greatly enhances the power of thermal weapons to clean the ground.

It can be said that this kind of terrain naturally limits the space for martial arts to be displayed, and doubles the power of thermal weapons to clean the ground.

Normally, prison guards are not equipped with guns when patrolling. This means that the rioting prisoners in the death row now have their own flesh and blood and the electric batons snatched from the hands of the prison guards. .

When Qian Huan asked Shi Wuming, Feng Mu had already quietly collected everyone's mobile phones.

Qian Huan noticed Feng Mu, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "Feng Mu, do you have any good ideas?"

Feng Mu knew what Qian Huan was asking, and he was indeed brewing three strategies in his mind: the evil way, the deceitful way, and the crazy way.

Just by looking at the names of the strategies, you can tell that none of them are suitable to be told to outsiders.

The most important thing is that Feng Mu doesn't want to help the warden this time, he also wants to force the warden.

He felt that the warden had slacked off a little recently and was not as crazy as before. This was not good and would slow down Feng Mu's pursuit of progress.

And this sudden prison riot was like a strong shot in the arm in Feng Mu's eyes.

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The deaths of nearly a hundred prison guards, once all were blamed on the warden, he would go crazy even if he didn't think so.

A person is about to transform into a madman, and Feng Mu is happy to see it happen. He can't find any reason to stop it.

Oh, that's not right, Feng Mu is a kind man, and he still feels a little sorry for the death row prisoners who are about to die.

However, Feng Mu had very high hopes for the warden, just like Feng Ju had high hopes for Feng Yuhuai, and Feng Mu was also willing to bear some losses in order to help Qian Huan grow better.

There is no way, growth is so cruel, and growth is destined to be accompanied by asking for others.

The laws of the world are like this, and the big family of prison is not immune. If Feng Mu wants Qian Huan to grow taller and crazier, he must bear the pain and let other family members make sacrifices and become the fertilizer that nourishes Qian Huan's growth.

This is how Feng Ju once treated Feng Mu, but Feng Ju's attitude was too cold and utilitarian, which was too chilling, but Feng Mu was different, he was a heartwarming person.

Feng Mu's face showed deep sadness. He looked at Qian Huan and sighed:

"Warden, I know the next decision will be difficult for you, but no matter what decision you make, I will support and understand it."

Feng Mu paused for a moment, then looked up at the panoramic view on the large surveillance screen, taking in all the faces of the prisoners and prison guards.

His face changed slightly, and he looked sad, and his voice was hoarse as if he was choking:

"And I think they will understand you too!"

Feng Mu did not cry as heartbreakingly as Zhao Xing, but the restrained and suppressed grief was equally moving and more sincere.

Qian Huan looked deeply at Feng Mu, as if he was encouraged by his words and gained the responsibility and courage to grow up. The prison guards around him also felt some comfort.

However, they were still too superficial and failed to truly appreciate the power of Feng Mu's words.

The people Feng Mu mentioned were not only the people they thought they were, but also the people outside of them...

What a great love this is! ! !