Chapter 297 I want his life
The sudden riot in the death row made Qian Huan deeply emotional:
Most of the prison guards are weak and incompetent, and the ward directors are also dissatisfied and have ulterior motives.
The bodyguards sent by Guangming Group were ignorant of the general situation and had a desperate need for money that was difficult for him to control.
Normally Qian Huan could tolerate it, but today when everyone compared each other, the essential differences between everyone seemed to be infinitely magnified. Qian Huan finally understood who he could really trust and trust in this second prison. The ones you rely on most...your own people!
Qian Huan is really becoming more and more satisfied with Feng Mu now. This may be called seeing people's hearts only in times of crisis.
If Feng Mu's [Blood Bar Weird Eye] evolves again, he might be able to see that Qian Huan's intimacy index with other people is plummeting, but only the intimacy with himself is rising against the trend.
Intense gunshots were heard in the prison corridor at this moment. Qian Huan looked up at the big screen and saw several prisoners rushing up like wild animals that had lost their IQ, screaming hysterically, and then were torn apart by the intensive firepower without any surprise. into pieces.
The ground was filled with rotten flesh and blood mixed together, being mercilessly trampled under the feet of the advancing boots.
There were also prisoners who were yelling angrily at the surveillance camera, holding the boneless prison guards in their hands. Unfortunately, the loudspeaker in the surveillance room had been shattered into a puddle of debris.
The screams of the "screaming chickens" could no longer be heard, and the prisoners' angry and angry words could no longer be heard.
There were also some death row inmates who relied on their strength and bravery. They bared their teeth and screamed, and kicked them horizontally. The chests of several prison guards on the ground were immediately sunken, like footballs that had been deflated by strong kicks. They flew out one after another and spun violently in the air.
And he himself jumped forward, holding an electric baton in one hand, and connected the tip of the baton to the ground. He did not even touch the ground, and his body curled up in a weird way to hide behind the prison guards flying in front of him.
Bang bang bang bang, da da da da da——
Blood and minced meat were splashing everywhere. In the torrential rain of blood, the condemned prisoner suddenly spread his body and fought his way out of the exploded corpses. He was still in the air, and the electric baton in his hand had been pounded out, hitting the chest of the prison guard with a gun in the front row like a poisonous dragon. .
With a bang, the body armor on the prison guard's chest cracked under the impact of the electric baton, like fragile porcelain being hit by a heavy hammer. Several ribs were broken in an instant, and blood spurted out of his mouth.
The prisoners let out strange screams of excitement, and the electric batons swept across them. The four prison guards in a row were all hit in the waist, and their bodies were slammed against the wall on the side, exposing the black muzzle of the gun behind them.
The prisoner's pupils shrank, and just as his feet landed on the ground and he was about to step on them, a rain of metal bullets intertwined into a net came pouring down like a waterfall, beating them into a sieve in the blink of an eye.
The prison guard who fell to the ground coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, quickly got up, and returned to the formation with his arms tightly together, only retreating from the first row to the second row.
The sound of footsteps echoing "tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap", like the drumbeat of death, as the human wall lined by prison guards is slowly but steadily moving forward, approaching the living flesh and blood creatures caught in the middle.
The scene was like square slices of steamed buns, layer after layer sandwiched with meat patties in the middle, and thicker and thicker sauce oozing out on the ground.
Li Bashan stood in the human wall. He was in the third row. Unlike other prison guards who were in a row of four, he was alone in the wall.
He was wearing heavy explosion-proof armor, and instead of holding a gun in his hands, he held a huge explosion-proof shield on his left and right sides.
The shield was raised horizontally and turned into two door panels in the center of the corridor, almost completely sealing the passage.
Occasionally, a prisoner who was not afraid of death 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 he could be happy, he would simply slap him to the ground with his shield, like swatting a fly. Generally speaking, all the bones in the body are broken to pieces.
This was the result of Li Bashan deliberately restraining 70% of his strength. If not for this, those "flies" would have been blasted into steamy blood mist long ago. Just like this, several times, the friendly human wall behind Li Bashan intentionally or unintentionally slowed down a little, widening the distance between them and him.
The originally strict human wall queue, with the distance between rows always maintained at five meters, moved forward in unison.
Only after the third row of human walls, a ten-meter-long gap suddenly appeared.
But it didn't matter anymore, because when the wet red carpet began to spread like a living thing and climbed onto the insteps of more prisoners, they suddenly collapsed collectively.
Fear turned them collectively into "screaming chickens", squealing and running away desperately. Then, like dumplings, they scrambled one by one into the filthy water prison on the side of the corridor.
This makes the squeeze of the human wall a little slower, because the team needs to pass the muzzle of the gun through the iron fence when passing each water prison to rewash the filthy water into a uniform color.
Wang Cong followed in the last few rows, but never got a chance to shoot. He greedily breathed in the smell of blood in the air, and looked at the blood overflowing from the rolling water prison 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 already knew they were wrong and jumped back into the water prison obediently. Why can't you let them go? Warden, you are really wasting food.
Wang Cong walked on the muddy red carpet with a sad look on his face. No one noticed that in the seam of his trouser legs, there were white ash falling into the blood.
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As he stepped on and lifted them up, they kept falling and retracting, and the size of his trouser legs became slightly wider.
……..
Qian Huan looked at the blood-stained surveillance screen, and the ferocious look on his face became less ferocious. He looked at Feng Mu, who took the initiative to apply to help him with work, and said in a deep voice:
"A prisoner who is destined to die does not need you to go in and take a look. I have more important things for you to handle."
"I want you to help me investigate clearly why the prisoners in the death row rioted and escaped. It is impossible for them to escape from the water prison on their own."
"Someone must have helped them. He killed so many colleagues. I want to use his life to pay tribute and comfort them."
Qian Huan spoke loudly, as if he was talking to Feng Mu, everyone in the room, and more like... Zhao Xing on the ground.
There was no concealment in his words, and his eyes revealed an extremely gloomy chill, locking Zhao Xing tightly.
The latter no longer knelt on the ground and cried. Instead, he stood up and stood in front of the big screen with blood-red eyes, his face and muscles twitching.
But I don’t know if anyone in the room noticed that where he was kneeling just now, the badge symbolizing the ward chief was nowhere to be seen.
At this moment, the badge was held tightly in his hand. His five fingers held it so tightly that veins appeared on his knuckles. The edge of the badge sank deeply into his flesh, leaving a deep mark. Bloodstains.
The bloodstain is like a new palm print, which happens to connect the career line and the life line, extending the career line out of the palm, but dividing the life line into two...
(End of chapter)