Chapter 294 The Worst Answer
At this moment, from Feng Mu's perspective, those who were kneeling seemed to be standing, and those who were standing seemed to be kneeling.
And this is indeed the case.
Qian Huan's arms were hanging in the air, his neck was stiff and he lowered his head, the anger on his face was frozen.
He felt the countless eyes around him focused on him like burning flames, and the scorching expectations 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 those prison guards.
Qian Huan took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his hands that were clenching the air. Then, he slowly squatted down and reached out to grab the badge that had fallen on the ground.
Zhao Xing covered his face and cried bitterly. His eyes were stung by tears and he couldn't open them. However, he seemed to be aware of something. He took the lead, knelt down and moved a step, pressing the badge under his knee.
Qian Huan was a little slow, his face twitched, and his facial muscles twitched unconsciously a few times. He might have had thousands of angry thoughts in his mind, but in the end he only managed to force a smile on his face.
He placed his hands on Zhao Xing's shoulders and spoke word by word:
"Warden Zhao, why do you have to say such angry words? Your subordinates are on the verge of death, are you going to escape at this time?"
However, Zhao Xing just lowered his head and ignored Qian Huan completely, completely ignoring her words, perfectly portraying the image of someone whose mind was overwhelmed by grief.
His voice was choked and trembling, and he just mechanically repeated those words: "It's my incompetence, it's me who harmed them, warden, please save them, save them..."
He cried so miserably, humiliated himself, and shouted that he was incompetent. What else could you do to him? As the warden, could you take off your badge and cry with him on the ground?
Qian Huan grabbed Zhao Xing's shoulders tightly and scratched them through his clothes until they bled.
Zhao Xing's shoulders were shaking violently, and he cried even more miserably. Even his hands, which were covering his cheeks, were trembling slightly.
However, the corner of the mouth under the palm stained with snot and tears slowly curled up into an arc that no one could see.
He is about to complete the death KPI assigned to him by Stationmaster Lou.
Not only did he want to complete it, he also planned to let the prison warden Qian Huan complete it for him in front of everyone.
“Ahhh—”
Suddenly, a shrill and high-pitched scream was heard from the surveillance video. The prison guard who was watching the surveillance video had his eyes wide open and his face was full of horror. He turned to Qian Huan nervously and said in an urgent and trembling voice: "Warden, it's bad! The prisoners are 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 subconsciously held their breath. Even Zhao Xing, who had been in grief, stopped his heart-wrenching cries for a moment.
Qian Huan suddenly loosened his grip, quickly stood up and turned to look at the surveillance camera.
In the surveillance footage, the prisoner was laughing wildly, with one foot on Wang Fei's chest against the wall, and his two palms holding Wang Fei's chin like the mouth of a bowl, and then suddenly exerted force.
Wang Fei's neck was stretched, and his skin and muscles were torn first, making a teeth-grinding sound as he was pulled, like a lotus root being torn apart by a thread.
Immediately afterwards, the throat and bones were ruthlessly pulled out and exposed to the cold air.
Finally, with a fountain of blood gushing out, Wang Fei's head deformed and hit the camera while spinning. Blood splattered everywhere and the entire surveillance screen was instantly dyed a deep red.
Qian Huan had seen dead people before, but this was the first time he had seen someone being killed so cruelly in front of the camera. The visual impact was so intense that his teeth were chattering.
Qian Huan forced himself to calm down. He said in a fierce voice, "Report again the current situation of the death row."
The prison guard quickly replied, "There are a total of 124 water cells in the death row, more than half of which have been opened. At least 500 death row prisoners have escaped and participated in the riot."
"There are 101 prison guards on duty in the death row today. Through surveillance, 21 prison guards have been confirmed dead. Oh, no, including prison guard Wang Fei, 22 prison guards can now be confirmed dead."
The prison guard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead while reporting. There have been riots and suppressions in the Second Prison since its establishment, but most of the victims were prisoners. This is the first time that a prison guard has died on such a large scale.
And it is obvious to the naked eye that the number 22 is by no means the final number.
The prison guard swallowed and continued, "Also confirmed through surveillance that 33 prison guards had their limbs broken and are being brutally tortured."
Thanks to the ubiquitous surveillance cameras, every horrific scene of prison guards being tortured was captured in detail and divided into countless miniature images.
At this moment, all of them were displayed together on the wide screen of the monitoring center, forming a huge and shocking panoramic picture.
The blood vessels on Qian Huan's forehead bulged and were beating.
Feng Mu sighed softly, then walked out of the queue. Facing all the prison guards in the room, he said in a deep voice:
“I suggest that everyone voluntarily hand in their cell phones now, and they will be returned to everyone after the warden has dealt with the riot.
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During this period, I hope everyone will not leak any information from the Second Prison, especially these cruel scenes, to the outside world through any means. "
Qian Huan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ordered Feng Mu:
"That's right. Everyone, please hand in your cell phones now. Feng Mu, you will collect them."
With such a large-scale riot happening in the Second Prison, the news certainly could not be blocked. Perhaps by now, the higher-ups of the Executive Yuan and the prison system had already received the news.
However, the blockade must be carried out, at least to reduce the number of bloody pictures or images circulating on the Internet.
While giving the order, Qian Huan continued to say to the prison guard who was watching the surveillance: "Don't stop, keep reporting."
Upon hearing this, the technical prison guard in front of the monitoring screen immediately resumed reporting. His voice was slightly trembling, but he tried his best to remain calm:
“Reporting to the warden, I have checked all the surveillance cameras and found that 46 prison guards are still missing and are not currently in the surveillance field of view.
According to preliminary judgment, they are most likely controlled by the prisoners and imprisoned in the water dungeon in the death row."
Qian Huan was not surprised by this answer. He frowned and asked, "Are they still alive?"
The technical prison guard nodded: "I checked the surveillance and saw the footage before they were locked in the water dungeon, so they should still be alive."
As the technical prison guard spoke, he hurriedly pulled up surveillance footage of some of the prison guards being kicked into the water dungeon by prisoners.
Although the video footage was only fragmentary, it was enough to confirm the technical prison guard's inference.
“It’s the worst answer.”
Qian Huan looked slightly relieved, but he was getting more and more annoyed in his heart. To be honest, he actually wanted to hear the answer that all the prison guards had been killed by the prisoners.
…….(End of this chapter)
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