Chapter 135 Consultation, Prison
Strength 8.9 corresponds to punching force level 11.2.
Agility 6.2 corresponds to attack speed 7.3.
A stack of low-grade martial arts that are either perfect or limit-breaking, corresponding to a skill rating of 5.1? Feng Mu couldn't figure out the specific calculation formula for the first two items, and as for the final skill score, Feng Mu was even more unsure of the judging criteria.
But it doesn’t matter. Feng Mu is not a data-conscious person and is too lazy to delve into the data conversion principles behind it. He is an experiential person.
In Feng Mu's opinion, true strength cannot be measured by simple addition and subtraction.
Whether one can be invincible among opponents of the same level, or achieve a counter-killing against opponents of a higher level, these can only be determined in a real life-and-death battle.
Only through actual practice can you truly test your limits! To put it bluntly, the values on the test sheet are for coping with and filling out job applications. In the final analysis, it is an intuitive and lazy way of talent assessment.
Li Bashan put away the test form, patted Feng Mu on the shoulder, and said in a muffled voice: "Junior brother, don't trust the data too much. Numbers are dead, but people are alive."
Feng Mu nodded gently, with a knowing look in his eyes: "Big Brother, don't worry, I understand."
Li Bashan nodded slightly in satisfaction, then strode out of the martial arts hall.
Feng Mu turned back to the yard and continued his morning exercises, afternoon exercises, and evening exercises...
Feng Mu hardly stopped, but took the opportunity during lunch break to consult his second senior sister Liu Xie on some professional issues.
For example, he asks how to cleverly weave together the whereabouts of a dead person who seems to be still alive so that it all seems seamless;
He was also particularly concerned that his sister might go astray, so he was eager to learn how to track her location remotely and in real time;
In addition, he also asked Liu Xie whether the police department had some excellent hidden camera tools so that he could conduct the investigation more effectively.
Liu Xie listened quietly to his junior brother's advice. His usually calm face showed a hint of strangeness in his eyes when he looked at Feng Mu.
However, Liu Xie still patiently answered Feng Mu's questions one by one, and Feng Mu benefited greatly from her professional guidance.
During this process, Fifth Brother Gong Qi listened with great interest, his eyes revealing a strong interest.
He demonstrated his superb computer skills with particular enthusiasm and volunteered to provide strong technical support to his junior fellow student.
Gong Qi's fingers danced lightly on the keyboard, like a performer playing notes on the piano keys, and various strange software interfaces opened on the screen one after another.
He quickly and accurately entered a series of dizzying codes, then turned and nodded to Feng Mu, indicating that he should type "Feng Yuhuai"'s mobile phone number on the computer.
As Feng Mu's number was input, Gong Qi lightly tapped the enter key, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said easily: "Junior brother's problem is easy to solve. A text message link is enough."
In order to ensure that everything went smoothly, Gong Qi cleverly used a virtually generated number to send more than a dozen text messages in succession to bombard the target.
Hong Ya watched from the side for a while. She noticed that her junior brother seemed to pay too much attention to his sister Feng Yuhuai, and she couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
She curled her lips slightly and felt a little bored. At the same time, her heart was secretly startled and a strong sense of urgency arose quietly.
She quickly ran back to the front desk, squatted on her throne, turned on the laptop she got from her fifth senior brother, skillfully logged into the video website, and started watching the drama.
Hong Ya thought that she couldn’t watch TV series tonight, she had to strengthen her cultivation, so she had to watch TV series in the daytime to make up for the lost time.
Although this arrangement is a bit hard, Hong Ya is willing to work hard for it in order to maintain the dignity and status of her junior sister.
……..
Prison No. 2, District 9.
The towering alloy wall is like an indestructible steel fortress, covered with an intricate high-voltage power grid. The flashing electric light reflects a layer of thickened tempered glass, like a transparent barrier that completely isolates the inside and outside worlds.
Under the glass, there are dense red cameras. They are like the eyes of the devil, flashing cold red light in the dim light, overlooking everything below all the time and monitoring every move of the prisoners.
Inside the wall, there are irregular groups of holes, which seem like carefully designed traps. Inside the holes, cold gun holes are arranged in a row, like deadly snake heads hiding in the dark, ready to unleash a horrific metal storm when warnings are ineffective, and ruthlessly tear the prisoners in the square into pieces.
The cold metal door made a clanging sound and slowly opened a narrow gap, as if it was the entrance to another world.
Li Bashan had a blank expression on his face, and his footsteps were heavy on the cold stainless steel floor, echoing in the empty prison corridor.
He walked forward, passing through one heavy door after another with an expressionless face. Each time he had to swipe his work card. With the click of electronic recognition, the gun head hanging on the door would be retracted into the ceiling, and the access control would click open.
The prison is cleverly divided into several unconnected areas by criss-crossing corridors and a sophisticated access control system, like a maze woven of steel.
Each prison area was assigned a number, as if through the numbering, this closed world was artificially dismembered into different territories:
The light prison area No. 1 is a relatively relaxed place of imprisonment, where prisoners with minor crimes are imprisoned; the heavy prison area No. 2 is closed and solid, where prisoners with serious crimes who need strict supervision are held;
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Death Row No. 3, eerie and silent, is the grim station where prisoners sentenced to death head toward their final fate;
VIP Area No. 4 is like an isolated island in the prison, independent of the strictness and cruelty of other areas. It provides a relatively comfortable living environment for prisoners with special identities and is a gentle corner hidden behind the severe sanctions; Restricted Area No. 5...
Each prison area is independent and operates independently, and they are like territories in this closed territory.
In their respective territories, the warden is the undisputed lord, holding the power of life and death in the territory.
And above these territories sits a nominally supreme king - the prison warden Qian Huan.
The warden's office area is located in the heart of this huge prison. It is not only a symbol of power, but also a transportation fortress connecting various prison areas. It is like a mysterious hub that controls the lifeblood of the entire prison.
This area is heavily guarded, with the strongest security force in the entire prison.
What was vaguely visible through the hole in the wall was not an ordinary gun muzzle, but a series of flashing lasers.
They were quietly dormant, and although they were currently in an off state, Li Bashan knew very well that these cold machines only needed to be activated for one second to spray out terrifyingly high temperatures that were enough to melt all living things.
In this area, every inch of space is filled with potential threats, silently reminding anyone who tries to cross the line that the prison rules cannot be challenged.
Li Bashan walked through the laser channel fearlessly and knocked on the door of the prison warden Qian Huan's office.
"Come in!" A faint voice came from the door.
Li Bashan pushed the door open and walked straight to the desk. He walked straight to the desk, slapped his rough hands on the table, and neatly spread out an employment application and a test form.
Qian Huan's gaze fell on Li Bashan's body that looked like a little giant. A rare hint of helplessness appeared on his face, which was always deliberately stern.
He frowned slightly, sighed softly, and said, "Li Bashan, you always do this, and it makes it difficult for me, the warden, to do this!"
……. Asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the next month (end of this chapter)
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