Chapter 297 I Want His Life
This sudden riot in the death row cell made Qian Huan feel deeply moved: most of the prison guards were weak and unusable, and the ward directors were all unwilling to obey and had ulterior motives.
The bodyguards sent by Guangming Group were ignorant of the general situation and were obsessed with money, making it difficult for him to control them.
Qian Huan could tolerate this normally, but today, when he compared everyone, the essential differences between everyone seemed to be infinitely magnified, and Qian Huan completely understood who in this Second Prison he could really trust and rely on...his own people! Qian Huan was really getting more and more satisfied with Feng Mu. This might be called a person's true character is revealed in times of crisis.
If Feng Mu's [Blood Bar Weird Eyes] evolves further, perhaps he will be able to see that Qian Huan's intimacy index towards other people is plummeting, but his intimacy towards himself is rising against the trend.
At this moment, intensive gunfire was heard in the prison corridor. Qian Huan looked up at the big screen and saw several prisoners rushing up like beasts that had lost their IQ, screaming hysterically, and then, not surprisingly, being torn to pieces by the intensive firepower.
The ground was covered with rotten flesh and blood, which was ruthlessly trampled under the boots of the advancing troops.
There were also prisoners who were yelling angrily at the surveillance cameras and throwing the boneless prison guards in their hands, but unfortunately the speaker in the surveillance room had been shattered into pieces.
No more screaming of "screaming chickens" could be heard, nor could the prisoners' angry and foul language be heard.
There were also death row prisoners who relied on their strong powers and bravery. They bared their teeth and screamed, and kicked sideways. Several prison guards on the ground had their chests caved in immediately, just like a football that was deflated by a strong kick. They flew out one after another and spun violently in the air.
He leaped forward, holding the electric baton in one hand and tapping the ground with the tip of the baton. Without touching the ground, he curled up strangely and hid behind the prison guard who was flying in front of him.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, da, da, da, da—
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. In the torrential blood rain, the death row prisoner suddenly spread his body and rushed out from the exploding corpses. While he was still in the air, the electric baton in his hand had already shot out and hit the chest of the armed prison guard in the front row like a poisonous dragon.
With a crack, the bulletproof vest on the prison guard's chest was cracked by the impact of the electric baton, like a fragile porcelain hit by a sledgehammer. Several ribs were broken in an instant and blood spurted out of his mouth.
The prisoner let out a strange howl of excitement, and the electric baton swept across, hitting the waist of the four prison guards standing in a row. Their bodies slammed heavily against the side wall, exposing the black muzzle of the gun 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, turning him into a sieve in the blink of an eye.
The prison guard who fell to the ground coughed up some blood, then quickly got up, put his arms close together and lined up again, but retreated from the first row to the second row.
The sound of footsteps "thump thump thump" echoed like the drumbeat of death. The human wall formed by prison guards was slowly but steadily moving forward, approaching the flesh and blood creature trapped in the middle.
The scene was like a square piece of steamed bread, with layer upon layer of meat patty sandwiched in the middle, and the sauce oozing out more and more thickly on the ground.
Li Bashan stood in the human wall. He was in the third row. Unlike the other prison guards who stood in a row of four, he stood alone in the wall.
He was wearing heavy explosion-proof armor and holding no gun in his hands. Instead, he held a huge explosion-proof shield in each hand.
The shield was held horizontally, and it turned into two door panels across the middle of the corridor, almost completely blocking the passage.
Occasionally, some fearless prisoners would use various means to break through the metal storm in the first two rows and be lucky enough to rush in front of him. Before they could even be happy, they would be simply knocked to the ground by his shield like slapping a fly, and their bones would be shattered to pieces.
This was the result of Li Bashan deliberately restraining 70% of his strength. Otherwise, those "flies" would not have been able to retain any shape and would have been blasted into steam-like blood mist long ago.
In this way, after several times, the friendly wall behind Li Bashan slowed down their pace intentionally or unintentionally, and distanced themselves from him.
The originally neat human wall formation, with a distance of five meters between rows, moved forward in unison.
Only behind the third row of people, there suddenly appeared a ten-meter-long gap.
But it didn't matter anymore, because when the wet red carpet began to spread and climb up the insteps of more prisoners like a living thing, they all collapsed collectively.
Fear turned them collectively into "screaming chickens", screaming and fleeing desperately, and then they rushed into the filthy water dungeon on the side of the corridor like dumplings.
This slowed down the pace of the human wall because the team needed to put the muzzle of their gun through the iron bars as they passed each water dungeon and wash the filthy stagnant water back into a uniform color.
Wang Cong followed in the last few rows and never got a chance to shoot. He greedily breathed in the bloody smell in the air and looked at the blood spilling out of the boiling water dungeon in front of him, feeling extremely painful in his heart.
How much he wanted to save these "family members" who had made mistakes for Feng Mu and himself.
They have already realized their mistakes and have obediently jumped back into the dungeon. Why can't you let them go, warden? You are really... wasting food.
Wang Cong walked across the muddy red carpet with a sad face. No one noticed that white ash was falling from the seams of his trouser legs into the blood.
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As he stepped and lifted, his trouser legs kept falling and retracting, and the size of his trouser legs seemed to become wider.
……..Qian Huan looked at the bloodstained surveillance screen, and the fierceness on his face subsided a little. He looked at Feng Mu who volunteered to help him with his work and said in a deep voice: "A prisoner who is doomed to die, there is no need for you to go in. I have more important things for you to do."
"I want you to help me find out why the prisoners in the death row rioted and escaped. It is impossible for them to escape 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 very loudly, and it seemed as if he was talking to Feng Mu, to everyone in the room, and even more like he was talking to... Zhao Xing who was on the ground.
There was no concealment in his words, and his eyes revealed an extremely gloomy chill, staring closely at Zhao Xing.
The latter no longer knelt on the ground and cried, but stood up, staring in front of the big screen with bloodshot eyes, 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 seen where he was kneeling just now.
At this moment, the badge was held tightly in the palm of his hand. His five fingers were holding it tightly, so that veins appeared on his knuckles. The edge of the badge was deeply embedded in the flesh, leaving a deep blood mark.
The bloodstain was like a new palm line, connecting the career line and the life line, extending the career line out of the palm, but splitting the life line in two...
(End of this chapter)
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