Chapter 135 Counseling, Prison


Chapter 135 Consultation, Prison

Strength 8.9 corresponds to punch strength level 11.2.

Agility 6.2 corresponds to attack speed 7.3.

A drop-down list of low-level martial arts is either perfect or broken, which corresponds to a skill rating of 5.1?

Feng Mu could not deduce the specific calculation formulas corresponding to the first two items. As for the scoring of the final technique, Feng Mu was even less sure of the judging criteria.

But it doesn't matter. Feng Mu is not a data person and is too lazy to delve into the data conversion principle behind it. He belongs to the experiential group.

In Feng Mu’s view, true strength cannot be measured by simple addition and subtraction.

Whether you can be invincible at the same level, or achieve a counterattack by leapfrogging, these can only be determined in a real life-and-death battle.

Only through actual combat can you truly test where your limits are!

The numerical value on the test sheet is, to put it bluntly, for coping with and filling out job resumes. In the final analysis, it is an intuitive and lazy way of evaluating talents.

Li Bashan put away the test sheet, patted Feng Mu on the shoulder, and said in a loud voice: "Junior brother, don't trust the data too much. Numbers are dead, but people are alive."

Feng Mu nodded gently. He nodded, with a knowing light in his eyes: "Senior Brother, don't worry, I understand."

Li Bashan nodded slightly with satisfaction, and then took long strides to leave the martial arts hall.

Feng Mu turned around and returned to the yard, continuing his morning exercises, lunch exercises, evening exercises...

Feng Mu hardly stopped, but took a lunch break to talk to his second senior sister Liu Scorpio asked some professional questions.

For example, he asked how to cleverly weave clues about the whereabouts of a dead person who seems to be still alive, making it all look seamless;

He was also particularly worried that his sister might go astray, so he eagerly Wanting to know how to track the other party's location remotely and in real time;

In addition, he also asked Liu Xie whether the police department had some excellent candid photography tools so that he could conduct investigations more effectively.

Liu Xie listened quietly to his junior brother's consultation, his usually calm face, and the way he looked at Feng Mu seemed slightly strange.

However, Liu Xie still patiently answered Feng Mu’s doubts one by one, and Feng Mu benefited a lot from her professional guidance.

During this process, the fifth senior brother Gong Qi listened with great interest, and his eyes showed strong interest.

He showed his superb computer skills with great enthusiasm and volunteered to provide strong technical support to his junior brother.

Gong Qi's fingers danced lightly on the keyboard, like a performer playing notes on the keys, and various strange software interfaces opened on the screen.

He quickly and accurately entered a dizzying series of codes, then turned to Feng Mu and nodded, indicating that he should type in the mobile phone number of "Feng Yuhuai" on the computer.

As Feng Mu's number was entered, Gong Qi gently hit the Enter key, with a confident smile on his lips, and said easily: "Junior brother's problem can be easily solved with a text message. A link is enough.”

In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, Gong Qi cleverly used the virtually generated number and sent more than a dozen text messages in succession to bombard them.

Hong Ya watched from the sidelines for a while. She noticed that her junior brother seemed to be paying too much attention to his sister Feng Yuhuai, and she couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

She curled her lips slightly, feeling a little bored. At the same time, she felt a secret in her heart, and quietly felt a strong sense of urgency.

She quickly ran back to the front desk, squatted on her throne, opened the laptop she took from her fifth senior brother, logged into the video website skillfully, and started watching TV series.

Hong Ya thought to herself that she couldn’t watch dramas tonight and she had to strengthen her practice, so she had to watch dramas in advance during the day to make up for the lost time.

Although this arrangement is a bit hard, Hong Ya is willing to work hard in order to maintain the dignity and status of the young senior sister. ……..

Jail No. 2, District 9.

The towering alloy wall is like an indestructible steel fortress, covered with a complex high-voltage power grid. The electric light flashes, reflecting a layer of thickened tempered glass, like a transparent barrier. Completely isolate the inner and outer world.

Under the glass, red cameras are densely covered. They are like devil's eyes, flashing cold red light in the dim light, overlooking everything below all the time, monitoring every movement of the prisoners.

Within the wall, there is a group of irregular holes. They are like carefully designed traps. The cold-colored gun holes are arranged densely in the holes, as if they are deadly snake heads hidden in the dark, ready to pour out terror when the warning fails. The metal storm ruthlessly tore the prisoners in the square into pieces.

The cold metal door made a clanking sound, and slowly opened a narrow gap, which seemed to be the entrance to another world.

Li Bashan's face was expressionless, and his footsteps were heavy on the cold stainless steel floor, echoing in the empty prison corridor.

He walked forward, expressionlessly passing through one heavy door after another. Each time he had to swipe his work card, accompanied by the ticking sound of electronic identification, and the collection of gun heads hanging on the door. Go back to the ceiling and the door will click open.

The prison is cleverly cut into multiple interconnected areas by criss-crossing corridors and a sophisticated access control system, like a maze woven from steel.

Each prison area is given a numerical number, as if through the numbering, this closed world is artificially divided into different territories:

No. 1 Light Prison Area, which is a relatively loose place of imprisonment. , imprisoning those prisoners who have committed less serious crimes;

No. 2 heavy prison area, closed and strong, locks It contains prisoners who have committed serious crimes and require strict supervision;

No. 3 Death Ward, gloomy and silent, is the cold station where prisoners sentenced to death go to their final destination;

VIP No. 4 The area is like an isolated island in this prison, independent of the strictness and coldness of other areas. It provides a relatively comfortable prison environment for prisoners with special identities. It is a gentle corner hidden behind severe sanctions;

Restricted Area No. 5...

Each prison area operates independently and is like a territory on this closed territory.

In their respective territories, the heads of each district are the undisputed lords, holding the power of killing and seizing within the territory.

Above these territories sits a nominally supreme king - the warden Qian Huan.

The warden's office area is located in the heart of this huge prison. It is not only a symbol of power, but also a traffic fortress connecting various prison areas. It is like a mysterious hub that controls the lifeblood of the entire prison. .

This area is heavily guarded and the security force is unparalleled in the entire prison.

What is vaguely visible in the hole in the wall is not an ordinary gun muzzle, but a laser with cold light flashing.

They are dormant quietly. Although they are currently closed, Li Bashan knows that these cold machines only need one second of activation to emit terrifying high temperatures that can melt all living creatures. .

In this area, every inch of space is filled with potential threats, a silent reminder to anyone who tries to cross that the rules of the prison cannot be challenged.

Li Bashan walked through the laser tunnel without fear and knocked on the office of warden Qian Huan.

"Come in!" A faint voice came from the door.

Li Bashan pushed the door open and walked straight to the desk. He patted the table with his big rough hands and neatly spread out an employment application and test form. .

Qian Huan's eyes fell on Li Bashan's body, which was like a little giant. His face, which was always deliberately stern, rarely revealed a hint of helplessness.

He frowned slightly, sighed softly, and said: "Li Bashan, you always do this, which makes me, the warden, feel embarrassed!"

…….

Asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the month

 

 

(End of this chapter)

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