Chapter 298: Falling out
As soon as Qian Huan finished speaking, his cell phone rang.
His heart sank and he quickly picked up his phone and scanned it. The name displayed on the screen was the head of the prison system.
Qian Huan's face immediately became extremely gloomy. He glanced at Zhao Xing involuntarily again, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Then, Qian Huan took a deep breath, cleared his throat, tried to make his voice sound calmer and more confident, and then slowly answered the phone.
Qian Huan barely had a chance to speak before he was scolded by the other end of the phone.
The scolding on the phone was full of anger. Even though Qian Huan had already turned down the volume in advance, the sound still pierced the receiver and faintly reached the eardrums of everyone in the room.
Qian Huan clenched the phone case tightly with his fingers, his face looked extremely ugly: "Listen to my explanation, there must be someone inside who did something behind the riot in the death row, otherwise..."
The scolding interrupted Qian Huan's explanation: "I don't want to hear this. You are the warden of the Second Prison. You are responsible for any problems in the Second Prison. I only want to ask you one question now. How many prison guards have died in the death row? How many are still alive?"
People were dying on the big screen every second, and the blood overflowing from the dungeon was almost oozing out of the screen. How could Qian Huan tell clearly how much of the blood was from the prisoners and how much was from the kidnapped prison guards?
Anyway, the sound of machine guns scrubbing the ground stopped.
Qian Huan could only give a vague answer: "Half of the prison guards died, and the other half were kidnapped, but most of them were killed..."
The voice on the phone rudely interrupted Qian Huan and said angrily: "Don't tell me that it's dangerous. Remember, no matter what method you use, none of the remaining prison guards can die. All of them must be rescued alive.
Otherwise, you don’t need to explain to me, you should explain to the families of the prison guards who died, to the government, and to the media reporters.”
The angry shouts echoed in the room, and everyone looked at Qian Huan with different expressions.
Only Zhao Xing had his back to Qian Huan, his eyes still fixed on the bloody scene on the big screen. His entire mind seemed to be glued to the screen, and he was deaf to all the sounds outside.
Qian Huan felt tremendous pressure. Just as he expected, the blame was going to be put on him without any reason.
Qian Huan cursed in his heart: "Damn bureaucracy, it sounds high-sounding, but in fact every word is a non-stick pan."
Qian Huan's eyebrows were knitted into knots, and he gritted his teeth and said to the phone:
"I can't do it. I will never compromise or give in to any prisoner. I believe the prison guards who were held hostage in the death row share the same belief as me."
The scolding voice on the other end of the phone was stunned:
"You, do you know what you are doing? Young man, you'd better think it over before you speak. This is not the business game that you, Tianguang Capital, used to play. You are responsible for every life in your words."
Qian Huan laughed in anger, with a cold light flashing in his eyes:
"Of course, I am the warden of the Second Prison. I am the one responsible for the Second Prison. And as you said, I don't need to explain to you."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for any response from the other end of the line, he squeezed the phone until it was deformed. The voice on the phone instantly seemed to be strangled by the throat, and an intermittent crackling sound came out.
Qian Huan's face was extremely gloomy, and everyone in the room was silent.
After hanging up the phone, Qian Huan knew that even if he had completely broken off relations with the upper echelons of the prison system, the next struggle would inevitably be even bloodier and more tragic.
"Damn, such hateful bureaucratic behavior. I really can't even sit at the same table with them to eat."
Qian Huan was furious. He originally wanted to be gentler, but now it seems that he was too naive.
He scanned everyone in the room with a sinister look in his eyes, and said murderously:
"No compromise, no bowing, no negotiation, understand?"
The expressions of all the managers of the Second Prison in the room changed dramatically. They could naturally hear that the warden was not only talking to the prisoners this time, but also to all of them.
"Second Prisoner, I'm afraid things are really going to change this time."
The same idea came to everyone's mind at the same time, but their thoughts were different. Some were waiting to see the joke, thinking that the warden was ignorant of his own life or death. Some were smart and wanted to switch sides and take a big gamble. There were also ambitious people who were waiting for an opportunity to replace him.
The surveillance screen was filled with blood, and the air outside the screen was faintly filled with a cold and damp smell of blood and rain.
Qian Huan's gaze finally fell on Feng Mu, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Feng Mu, go and investigate. You can ask anyone in the Second Prison to cooperate with you as long as you need. If you encounter any difficulties or needs during the investigation, you can come to me. I just want the truth, and I have to find it quickly before Secretary Hou comes to inspect next week. "
Everyone in the room was shocked when they heard the warden's extremely tough support. They all looked at Feng Mu. Some had serious eyes, as if thinking about something, while others had a mocking look on their lips, looking at Feng Mu as if he were a dead person.
Zhao Xing's expression changed slightly, and he was a little suspicious: "Secretary Hou is coming to the prison to inspect the work next week? What's going on?"
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Feng Mu didn't care about their looks and thoughts at all. He just saluted Qian Huan solemnly, then walked to the technical prison guard and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear: "I need surveillance footage from the death row within 48 hours. Can you sort it out and help me check it?"
Technical prison guard Liu Yi swallowed nervously. The low pressure in the room made him shudder and his body tremble involuntarily. He had only one thought in his mind: to leave this suffocating place as soon as possible.
His gaze involuntarily turned to Feng Mu. In this depressing room, only Feng Mu, who had just supported him and spoke to him in a soft voice, could make him feel a sense of security and warmth.
Then, Liu Yi felt that Feng Mu seemed to have heard his inner prayers and extended an olive branch of help to him.
Liu Yi raised his head, nodded hurriedly at Feng Mu, and replied in a low voice: "Okay, thank you."
Feng Mu was slightly stunned. He didn't understand why Liu Yi expressed his gratitude to him. After all, the other party might have been caught in a dangerous vortex.
However, Feng Mu respected other people's privacy and thoughts. He did not ask, but accepted Liu Yi's gratitude frankly.
Feng Mu patted the other person's shoulder with one hand, with a polite and gentle smile on his face:
"Don't be nervous. Just organize the video and copy it out. I'll go investigate. When you're done, come directly to me."
…….More than an hour later.
Inside an office.
Liu Yi was concentrating on dragging the progress bar of the surveillance video. Suddenly, he pressed the pause button, as if he had discovered something suspicious.
He opened his eyes wide and replayed the video carefully twice. After confirming that he had not seen it wrong, he immediately said to Feng Mu who was sitting next to him:
"Feng Mu, I've discovered that this person might have a problem!!!"
(End of this chapter)
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