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

The sudden riot in the death row made Qian Huan feel deeply:

Most of the prison guards are weak and useless, and the warden is unwilling to obey and has ulterior motives.

The bodyguards sent by Guangming Group are ignorant and hard to control.

Qian Huan can tolerate them on weekdays, but today, after comparing everyone, the essential differences between everyone seem to be infinitely magnified. Qian Huan completely understands who in this second prison is the one he can really trust and rely on...his own people!

Qian Huan is really more and more satisfied with Feng Mu now. This may be called the true heart of a person in times of crisis.

If Feng Mu's [Blood Bar Weird Eye] evolves further, perhaps he can see that Qian Huan's intimacy index with other people is plummeting, and only his intimacy with himself is rising against the trend.

At this moment, dense gunfire was heard in the prison corridor. Qian Huan looked up at the big screen and saw several prisoners rushing up like wild beasts with hysterical screams, and then they were torn into pieces by the dense firepower without any surprise.

The rotten meat and blood rain mixed together on the ground, and were mercilessly trampled under the boots lined up forward.

There were also prisoners who roared angrily at the monitors, and still threw boneless prison guards in their hands, but unfortunately the speakers in the monitoring room had been broken into a pool of debris.

There was no more screaming of "screaming chickens", nor could the prisoners' angry and angry foul language be heard.

There were also death row prisoners who relied on their own strength and bravery, baring their teeth and screaming, and kicking sideways, and several prison guards on the ground immediately had their chests sunken, like footballs that were kicked hard, flying out one after another, spinning violently in the air.

He leaped up, holding the electric baton in one hand, tapping the tip of the baton on the ground, without touching the ground, and curled up strangely behind the prison guards in front of him.

Bang bang bang bang, da da da da——

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and in the heavy rain of blood, the death row prisoner suddenly spread his body and rushed out from the exploding corpse. He was still in the air, and the electric baton in his hand had already shot out, hitting the chest of the prison guards holding guns in the front row like a poisonous dragon.

With a crack, the bulletproof vest on the prison guard's chest cracked under the impact of the electric baton, like a fragile porcelain hit by a heavy hammer, and several ribs broke in an instant, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

The prisoner let out an excited weird howl, and the electric baton swept across, and the four prison guards in a row were all scratched in the waist, and their bodies slammed heavily against the side wall, exposing the black muzzle behind them.

The prisoner's pupils shrank, and just as he was about to step on the ground, a rain of metal bullets interwoven into a net poured down like a waterfall, and in the blink of an eye, it had sieved him.

The prison guard who fell to the ground coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and quickly got up again, with his arms close together and re-arranged in the formation, but retreated from the first row to the second row.

The footsteps "tap tap tap" echoed, like the drumbeat of death, and the human wall formed by the prison guards was slowly but steadily moving forward, approaching the flesh and blood creature sandwiched in the middle.

The scene was like a square steamed bun slice, layer after layer of the meat pie in the middle, oozing more and more thick sauce on the ground.

Li Bashan stood in the human wall, he was in the third row, unlike the other prison guards who were in a row of four, he was a single wall.

He was wearing heavy explosion-proof heavy armor, and he did not hold a gun in his hand, but held a huge explosion-proof shield on each side.

The shield was raised horizontally, and it turned into two door panels lying across the middle of the corridor, almost completely blocking the passage.

Occasionally, some fearless prisoners used various means to break through the metal storm of the first two rows and were lucky enough to rush to his front. Before they could be happy, they would be simply knocked to the ground by his shield, like slapping flies, and their bones were shattered.

This was the result of Li Bashan's deliberate restraint of 70% of his strength. Otherwise, those "flies" would not be able to retain any shape and would have been blasted into steam-like blood mist.

In this way, after several times, the friendly human wall behind Li Bashan slowed down his pace intentionally or unintentionally, widening the distance between him.

The originally strict human wall formation, with the distance between rows always maintained at five meters, moved forward in unison.

Only after the third row of human wall, a ten-meter-long gap suddenly appeared.

But it didn't matter anymore, because when the wet red carpet began to spread and climb onto the insteps of more prisoners like a living thing, they all collapsed collectively.

Fear turned them into "screaming chickens" screaming and fleeing recklessly, and then they jumped into the dirty water dungeon on the side of the corridor like dumplings.

This slowed down the speed of the human wall, because the team needed to put the muzzle of the gun through the iron fence when passing each water dungeon, and wash the dirty water into a uniform color again.

Wang Cong followed the last few rows and didn't get a chance to shoot the whole time. He greedily breathed in the bloody smell in the air, and felt extremely painful when he saw the blood overflowing from the rolling water dungeon in front of him.

How much he wanted to save these "family members" who had made mistakes for Feng Mu and himself.

They already knew they were wrong and had obediently jumped back into the water dungeon. Why can't they be let go? Warden, you really...waste food.

Wang Cong walked across the muddy red carpet with a sad face. No one noticed that the white ash fell into the blood from the seams of his trouser legs.

I found a correct version in 1619 Book Bar!

As he stepped and lifted, the ash kept falling and retracting, and the size of his trouser legs became slightly wider.

……..

Qian Huan looked at the bloodstained surveillance screen, and the ferocity on his face subsided. He looked at Feng Mu who volunteered to help him with his work and said in a deep voice:

"You don't need to go in for a prisoner who is doomed to die. I have more important things for you to do."

"I want you to help me find out the reason why the prisoners in the death row rioted and escaped. It is impossible for them to escape from the water dungeon on their own."

"Someone must have helped them. He killed so many of his colleagues. I want to use his life to commemorate and comfort them."

Qian Huan spoke loudly, as if he was talking to Feng Mu, to everyone in the room, and more like he was talking to... Zhao Xing on the ground.

There was no concealment in his words, and his eyes revealed an extremely gloomy chill, tightly locking Zhao Xing.

The latter no longer knelt on the ground and cried, but stood up, staring with bloodshot eyes in front of the big screen, his facial muscles twitching.

I just don't know if anyone in the room noticed that the badge symbolizing the warden was nowhere to be found where he was kneeling just now.

At this moment, the badge was tightly held in his palm, and his five fingers were tightly holding it, so that the knuckles were blue, and the edge of the badge was deeply sunken into the flesh, leaving a deep blood mark.

The blood mark was like a new palm line, just connecting the career line and the life line, extending the career line out of the palm, but splitting the life line in two...