Chapter 729 All Out
Then he thought again, could this be some big plan that Representative Wang is preparing to push forward? Good heavens, is the representative preparing to launch an armed coup after failing to win the race for chief representative?
No!
wrong!
It's called a coup if it fails, but if it succeeds, it's called...
Li Xiang's throat went dry. He quickly pulled his wandering thoughts back, not daring to think any deeper. Every second he spent thinking about it was a huge irresponsibility towards his own life.
Not only did he not want to, but he also tried to stop Chang Erbing:
"Erbing! Shut up! Stop fucking thinking nonsense and scaring yourself!"
He paused, then added in a more conciliatory tone:
"You know perfectly well that the Second Prison has been having a run of bad luck lately, with frequent accidents and the deaths of many prison guards. Even the warden, Qian Huan, was almost killed in an explosion."
Given the current special circumstances, it's perfectly reasonable for the authorities to increase security and provide additional necessary protection for vehicles. We should understand and support this!
"A little... security precautions?"
Chang Erbing's lips twitched, and his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the front of a car in front, where a short-barreled, rugged grenade launcher was prominently mounted.
The dark muzzle, like the eyes of death, coldly stared ahead.
This thing is just as powerful as the two fireworks from before.
Chang Erbing fell silent and nodded in deep agreement.
Okay, you're the captain, so everything you say is right!
He shifted his gaze from the howitzer to continue scanning the people in the convoy.
They got even closer, so close that they could vaguely see that every car was packed with people, almost overflowing.
This resulted in many people having to hang halfway out of the car windows or hold onto the roof railing with one hand, leaving most of their bodies outside the vehicle.
The upper half of their bodies were all uniformly dressed in dark-colored prison guard uniforms, with identical masks on their faces and various weapons and ammunition hanging from their bodies. Their equipment was so sophisticated that it would make the constables of the police station feel ashamed.
Although the uniforms and masks were the same ones they had seen before in the Second Prison, the feeling they evoked now, accompanied by a convoy of cars speeding by, was completely different.
Before, at least I could feel a sense of order under the system, but now, all that's left is a chilling sense of oppression.
Chang Erbing couldn't discern their exact combat strength with the naked eye, but their overwhelming, perfectly orderly formation and imposing presence were undeniable.
Chang Erbing couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest. He was partly stunned and partly inexplicably excited.
They wish they could switch allegiance and take their place.
Li Xiang could see far more than Chang Erbing, so he was also very excited at this moment.
It wasn't that he wanted to replace him, but at this moment, the importance he placed on Feng Mu's friendship soared to the top of his heart.
No need to say anything more, from now on he will be best friends with Feng Mutian.
He would never forget Feng Mu's life-saving grace and would repay the kindness by serving him like a slave.
Gong Qi, standing on the other side, didn't have so many thoughts. He was simply thinking about how the minister's vehicle had almost been blown up, which had caused his family to collectively fly into a rage.
He gazed at the imposing convoy and muttered to himself:
"Especially this time, the eldest brother and the junior sister are really angry, they're really furious..."
His sharp eyes spotted the most prominent lead car at the very front of the convoy.
On the roof of the modified armored vehicle sat a giant man, as tall as an iron tower.
The figure was incredibly burly, like a compressed small mountain, so much so that the entire roof of the car was slightly dented from where he sat.
Just sitting there, he exuded an aura of arrogance, as if he could crush a missile with one hand.
Even though the other person was wearing a mask, Gong Qi recognized him at a glance—it was his senior brother, Li Bashan.
What's even more eye-catching is that right in front of the eldest brother's broad, rock-solid chest stood... a particularly angry person.
So angry that his two signature pigtails stood up straight, stubbornly pointing to the sky and fluttering in the wind, the tips of the pigtails just level with the top of the huge head of the senior brother who was sitting cross-legged.
It was as if her raised braid was the embodiment of her anger.
Without a doubt, this must be Hongya, the junior colleague who just joined the company these past two days.
Hongya was furious when she witnessed her junior colleague being given fireworks by a stranger as soon as she started working.
What Gong Qi didn't see was that, besides the "extremely angry" family members, there were also several people mixed in with the menacing convoy... who were not only not angry, but were unusually excited and jubilant.
Right in the middle of the convoy, in the fifth car from the front, the five members of Team 087 were squeezed into one car.
They all wore the same masks that were issued to them, concealing their faces, but the atmosphere inside the car was completely out of step with the grim and vengeful tone of the entire convoy. Instead, it was filled with a kind of... picnic-like joy and anticipation.
Seriously, the 087 squad has been really bored lately.
Only Captain Chen Ya went out to take on a job midway through, leaving Dong Xu, Zhao Zhibao, Liu Yi, and Gong Ting, who lived the life of "model prisoners" in the Second Prison in a very honest and conscientious manner.
They maintain a regular daily routine, participate in labor, and receive ideological education.
If we don't let them out for some fresh air and do some "fieldwork," they might gradually forget their true identities and missions as they work day after day on sewing machines and doing carpentry.
Sitting by the car window, Dong Xu was unconsciously groping for the cold metal whip joints of the nine-section whip wrapped around his waist, feeling that the texture was somewhat unfamiliar.
Lately, while in the prison, he has preferred to immerse himself in woodworking, using a file and plane.
It must be said that he is quite talented in this area and is already recognized as the best carpenter among the prisoners in their ward.
In the last prisoner labor commendation, he had just won a precious little red flower for a small wooden box with an exquisite mortise and tenon structure.
He was on the verge of being promoted to the head of the carpentry team—a significant "official position" in the prisoner system of the Second Prison.
He can manage 20 team members, which means he has more real power than the captain of his own team.
Team leader Chen Ya only barely manages the four of them; he has only recently learned to experience the joys of management.
Sitting opposite him, Zhao Zhibao was deftly manipulating several thin, willow-leaf-like throwing knives between his fingers, the cold light shimmering between them. However, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he too felt somewhat "not quite comfortable" with them.
He has recently become more accustomed to the rhythmic "clack-clack" of the sewing machine, or to doing some hand sewing work that requires patience and meticulousness.
He even felt that if he were given more time to focus on honing his skills, his needlework skills might one day catch up with the team leader's tailoring skills.
Incidentally, in the recently reformed Second Prison, "little red flowers" are a veritable hard currency.
The management of the Second Prison has implemented a series of "humanized" management measures. For example, prisoners who perform well in labor and discipline will be rewarded with "little red flowers".
A small red flower can be exchanged for a pack of cigarettes from the guards, or for a limited opportunity to communicate with the outside world. This is a huge temptation for prisoners who have been isolated from the world for a long time.
Sitting at the back of the carriage, Chen Ya, with her calm demeanor, seemed to sense the team members' somewhat unsettled state of mind. She coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention.
"Everyone, settle down. I know that playing the role of a prisoner can purify the soul, help people find inner peace, and even discover some unexpected hobbies."
But don't forget who you are, don't forget why we are here, and what our mission is.
The team members looked at each other, speechless, but inwardly they all harbored doubts and complaints:
“In the past, wasn’t it you, Captain, who was the most immersed in playing the role of a prisoner and enjoyed it the most?”
Why does it feel like our captain has changed a bit lately? It's like... he's secretly found something more appealing than being a prisoner or a tailor?
However, they only dared to keep these questions to themselves. The long-term training and discipline made them immediately put away their carefree thoughts.
With remarkable tacit understanding, almost as a conditioned reflex, everyone simultaneously raised their right fists and gently placed them on their left chests, near their hearts. The movements were perfectly synchronized and carried a sense of solemn ritual.
Through their masks, their deep, resolute voices converged, echoing in the cramped carriage:
"For destiny, I offer my death!"
Chen Ya said seriously:
"Let me tell you, we've now been upgraded to prison guards. As prisoners, we strive to be model prisoners and earn little red flowers; as prison guards, we also aim to be the best prison guards, fulfilling our duties and upholding prison rules!"
When we get off the vehicle and begin our operation, our objective is clear: to capture or kill the most criminals among all our 'colleagues'.
Is there a problem?
The enemies who attacked the minister, regardless of their original identities, have now been automatically filed and branded as "prisoners to be detained in the Second Prison".
Since they are "prisoners," it is only natural and their duty as "prison guards" to arrest or even kill them.
Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with what Chen Ya said.
"No problem, Captain!" the team members replied in unison.
Chen Ya lowered his fist from his chest, coughed again, and said:
"So, everyone, adjust your mindset and stop secretly reminiscing about the 'leisurely' days when you were prisoners. We are now righteous prison guards, and we are mortal enemies of evil."
"..."
A subtle silence fell over the carriage once again.
Beneath their masks, the team members exchanged quick, furtive glances.
A tacit understanding of "just as I expected" and "that's more like it" spread like a warm current among them in an instant.
Haha! That's right! That's exactly the style!
Do what you love, and love what you do!
This is truly our captain! No matter what role she's in, she can quickly immerse herself in it and strive to do her best!
………..
Inside the bungalow in the distance, only the man from the maintenance department sat alone in front of his computer.
Of course, he couldn't control the computer or switch perspectives because he didn't have the necessary permissions; he could only watch passively.
Watch the live video feed back onto the computer screen like a real viewer.
Fortunately, the AI assistant Xiaoyou seems to be able to read people's minds and can always accurately capture the scenes that the "audience" most wants to see.
Every screen transition, every zoom in or zoom out, perfectly captures the most intense and crucial moments on stage.
The men in the maintenance department stared intently at the screen. When they saw Zhang Shenyi, his body steaming with blood-red vapor, like an overloaded killing machine, his fists leaving a trail of afterimages that completely enveloped Feng Mu's figure, making it appear as if it were a one-sided beating, they were deeply moved.
His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest and leap out of his throat.
He was genuinely afraid that Zhang Shenyi might accidentally kill Feng Mu.
Several times, he couldn't help but yell at the computer, "Go easy on me, go easy on me, grab him alive, alive!"
He certainly didn't have the password to the combat communication channel, and could only hope that "Smart Brain Xiaoyou" would be understanding and convey his thoughts to the actors at the front.
Then, he saw Zhang Shenyi seemingly spontaneously combust, burning himself bald, followed by an unprecedentedly powerful punch that shattered Feng Mu's head.
"No--!"
The man's gasp caught in his throat.
The next second, on the screen, Feng Mu's head exploded like a watermelon smashed by a heavy hammer, splattering red and white everywhere.
With a "buzz," the man felt as if his brain had been scalded and evaporated by a punch, even through the screen.
After a brief silence came a furious outburst, like a volcanic eruption.
He sprang up from his chair, his features contorted with extreme rage, and slammed his hands furiously at the keyboard in front of him.
"Crackling and popping!"
Fragile keys flew everywhere.
"Professional?! Huh?! This is what the hell the 'Relief Studio' is all about?!"
"What happened to capturing them alive?! What happened to ensuring everything goes smoothly?! Huh?!"
"How the hell did they beat someone to death?! Beat him to death!!!"
"What use is the dead Feng Mu to me..."
The man in the maintenance department had bloodshot eyes and his chest heaved violently with extreme anger. Just as he was about to overturn the entire table, another anomaly occurred on the screen.
Feng Mu's headless corpse, which was melting away, suddenly... exploded?!
"???"
The man's action of slamming the table froze in mid-air, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the screen.
What's the meaning?
Feng Mu also felt that he shouldn't have died today, so after losing his head, his body exploded in anger?
This absurd thought flashed through his chaotic mind like lightning, but was shattered in the next second by the real and even more impactful scene before him.
It wasn't a simple explosion of flesh and blood.
An invisible yet powerful wave of energy suddenly spread and surged outwards from the headless corpse as its center.
It wasn't flames, nor a shockwave; it was more like... a destructive release of pure energy.
Dust, gravel, and bits of grass on the ground were violently swirled into the air, forming a chaotic dust vortex.
Having just delivered the decisive blow and being utterly exhausted, Zhang Shenyi was as if struck by an invisible giant hand, and was violently sent flying without any resistance.
"Bang!!"
The heavy thud seemed to come through the screen.
Zhang Shenyi crashed heavily to the ground, his entire body covered in blood, especially his arms, which were now a bloody mess, with pale arm bones piercing through the flesh and exposed to the air, shrouded in ominous black mist.
The man in the maintenance department held his breath, his mind once again in turmoil.
What... what's going on here? Feng Mu died and still managed to drag others down with him?
(End of this chapter)
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