Chapter 295: What a Love That Gives Birth to Madness
Because that way, he would face less pressure and resistance when issuing subsequent orders.
Qian Huan's face was extremely gloomy. He took a few deep breaths and asked, "What are the conditions of the exits of the death row?"
The technical prison guard replied: "As soon as the riot broke out, Ward Director Zhao ordered a blockade."
The technical prison guard adjusted the surveillance footage and saw three passages connected to corridors in other areas. The machine guns built into the walls had been extended out, aiming at every position in the corridor without any blind spots.
Behind the machine gun position, fully armed prison guards who were transferred from other prison areas were ready to go, waiting for the order to rush in and carry out indiscriminate suppression.
No, the word "suppression" seems too subtle, it should be described as "bloodbath".
Qian Huan thought with his toes and knew that the result of a bloodbath was self-evident. When the blood stains under his shoes came, who could tell which ones were from the prisoners and which ones were from the kidnapped prison guards?
Qian Huan looked down at Zhao Xing with a sinister look, as if he could see through the curve of the other's mouth under his palm.
“How cruel!”
Qian Huan realized that he had underestimated these wardens after all. He had not expected that these wardens would resort to such cruel means in order to keep their positions and force him to step down.
Hurt the enemy 800 times and lose 1,000 of your own? Qian Huan felt like a "king" on the chessboard who was forced into a dead corner. No matter which direction he moved next, it would be a wrong move and a dead end!
If given some time, Qian Huan might be able to think of a way out of the impasse.
However, the occasional "screaming chicken" sounds coming from the surveillance screen were like an hourglass counting down next to the chessboard, reminding him that time was running out.
He had no time to think, he had to make his move immediately.
Qian Huan's brows were knitted tightly together. He first looked at Shi Wuming who was following behind him and asked in a low voice:
"Can you rescue the prison guard inside?"
Shi Wuming's modified implant is designed to kill people, not to save people, although he feels that with his strength, it is not difficult to save one or two prison guards before the prisoners take action.
But he couldn't find a reason to do so.
His contract with Qian Huan only included protecting the other party's personal safety, but did 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 would take a long time to kill them all. How can we save them in time?"
Qian Huan got the expected answer, and his fantasy was completely shattered. In his eyes, Shi Wuming was the person with the highest martial arts value in the Second Prison, which was verified by his [Bone Detection Eyes].
Since Shi Wuming said no, then it is impossible.
Shi Wuming probably felt that his answer was too cold. He thought about it, quickly put on a warm smile, and added: "Although I can't save anyone, I can help you mark the high-risk individuals among the death row prisoners."
When Qian Huan heard this, a hint of anger flashed across his eyes, and he sneered, "Thank you for your kindness, but that's not necessary."
Shi Wuming's help was certainly not free, but was counted per person. Although Qian Huan was generous, he was unwilling to spend money on a group of dead people.
No matter how these death row prisoners broke free from their heavy shackles and recovered some of their energy and strength, they will be facing an organized firepower attack later. The more wildly they smile at the camera now, the more ugly their death will be.
Qian Huan had no doubt about this, because the potential risk of prisoner riots was anticipated when the prison was first designed.
The terrain layout is the most intuitive rectangular corridors, each corridor is narrow and straight. Such a structure naturally limits the space for the use of martial arts, but greatly enhances the power of hot weapons to wash the ground.
It can be said that this kind of terrain naturally limits the space for the use of martial arts, and multiplies the power of thermal weapons to wipe the ground.
Normally, prison guards are not equipped with guns when they are on patrol. This means that the only weapons the prisoners rioting in the death row have are their own flesh and blood, and the electric batons they snatched from the prison guards.
When Qian Huan asked Shi Wuming, Feng Mu had already quietly collected everyone's cell 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, namely the evil method, the tricky method, and the crazy method.
As the names of the strategies suggest, none of them is suitable for sharing with outsiders.
The most important thing is that Feng Mu didn’t want to help the warden this time, he also wanted to put some pressure on the warden.
He felt that the warden had been a little slack recently and was not as crazy as before. This was not good, as it would invisibly slow down Feng Mu's pace of progress.
In Feng Mu's eyes, this sudden prison riot was like a strong shot in the arm.
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If the warden were blamed for the deaths of nearly a hundred prison guards, he would go crazy.
Feng Mu was happy to see a man about to turn crazy, and he could not find any reason to stop it.
Oh, that’s not right. Feng Mu is a kind-hearted man. Deep down in his heart, he feels somewhat sorry for those death row inmates.
However, Feng Mu has very high hopes for the warden, just like Feng Ju has high hopes for Feng Yuhuai. Feng Mu is also willing to bear some losses in order to help Qian Huan grow better.
There is no way. Growing up is so cruel. Growing up is destined to be accompanied by asking for things from others.
This is the law of the world, and the big family of prison is no exception. If Feng Mu wants Qian Huan to grow taller and crazier, he must bear the pain and let other family members make sacrifices to become the fertilizer that nourishes Qian Huan's growth.
This is how Feng Ju treated Feng Mu in the past, but Feng Ju's attitude was too cold and utilitarian, so disheartening. Feng Mu was different, he was a heartwarming person.
Feng Mu's face showed deep sorrow. 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 you."
Feng Mu paused for a moment, then looked up at the panoramic view on the large surveillance screen, taking in the faces of the prisoners and prison guards.
His expression changed slightly, he looked sad, and his voice was a little hoarse as if he was choking up, "Besides, I think they will understand you too!"
Feng Mu did not cry as heart-wrenchingly as Zhao Xing, but his restrained and suppressed grief was equally moving and seemed more sincere.
Qian Huan looked at Feng Mu deeply, as if he was encouraged by his words and gained the responsibility and courage to grow. 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 “they” mentioned by Feng Mu is not only the “they” they think they are, but also the “they” outside of “they”…
What a great love this is!!! (End of this chapter)
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