Chapter 294: The Worst Answer

At this moment, in Feng Mu's view, those kneeling seemed to be standing, and those standing seemed to be kneeling.

And indeed, that was the case.

Qian Huan's arm hung in midair, his neck stiffly turning as he lowered his head, the anger on his face frozen.

Feeling countless gazes around him like eager flames focusing on him, the scorching expectations contained in those gazes seemed as if they would melt him.

He knew he was being treated as a life-saving straw, but he couldn't save those prison guards' lives.

Qian Huan took a deep breath, slowly withdrew his hand that had been clutching at the air, then slowly squatted down, reaching out to pick up the badge on the ground.

Zhao Xing covered his face and wept bitterly, his eyes stung by tears until he could barely open them, yet as if sensing something, he got there first, kneeling and shifting a step, pressing the badge under his thigh and knee.

Qian Huan was half a beat slow, his face twitching, the muscles of his face involuntarily twitching several times; perhaps he had tens of millions of angry thoughts in his heart, but in the end he only forced out three parts of a smile on his face.

He placed both hands on Zhao Xing's shoulders and said word by word:

"Chief Zhao, why say such angry words? Your subordinates' lives are hanging by a thread—are you going to desert at this moment?"

But Zhao Xing only kept his head down and ignored him, completely refusing to listen to Qian Huan's reasoning, performing the image of someone whose mind had been overwhelmed by grief to the fullest.

His voice choked and trembling, he just mechanically repeated that sentence:

"It's my incompetence, it's me who harmed them, Prison Warden, save them, save them……"

He cried so miserably, disgraced himself, shouting that he was incompetent—what could you do to him? Could it be that as Prison Warden, you would also remove your badge and cry with him on the ground?

Qian Huan gripped Zhao Xing's shoulders tightly, digging into the latter's shoulders through the cloth until they bled.

Zhao Xing's shoulders trembled violently, and he cried even more miserably, with even the hands covering his cheeks trembling slightly.

But beneath the palm stained with snot and tears, the corner of his mouth slowly curved into an arc no one could see.

The death KPI assigned to him by Station Chief Lou, he was about to complete it.

And he not only intended to complete it, but also planned to let Prison Warden Qian Huan complete it for him under everyone's eyes.

"Aaaah——"

Suddenly, the shrill and piercing scream of a screaming chicken came from the surveillance again. The prison guard watching the surveillance stared with wide eyes, his face full of terror. He nervously turned to Qian Huan, his voice urgent and trembling:

"Prison Warden, it's bad! The prisoner is pulling… pulling Wang Fei's neck."

This report was for Qian Huan, but its heavy weight was also conveyed to everyone in the room.

For a moment, everyone subconsciously held their breath, and even Zhao Xing, who had been in grief, stopped his heart-rending wailing for an instant.

Qian Huan's palm suddenly released, and he hurriedly stood up and turned to look at the surveillance.

Only to see in the surveillance footage that the madly laughing prisoner had one foot stepping on Wang Fei's chest, pressing him against the wall, while his two palms held Wang Fei's chin like holding a bowl rim, then suddenly exerted force.

Wang Fei's neck was stretched long, his skin and muscles tore first, making a tooth-aching sound like lotus root breaking with silk still connected during the pulling.

Next, his windpipe and bones were ruthlessly pulled out, exposed to the cold air.

Finally, with a surge of blood spring, Wang Fei's head deformed, spinning as it struck the camera, blood splattered everywhere, and the entire surveillance screen was instantly dyed a deep red.

Qian Huan had seen dead people before, but being killed so cruelly in front of a camera was the first time he had seen it; the effect of that visual impact made Qian Huan's teeth gnash with a crackling sound.

Qian Huan forced himself to calm down and said in a fierce voice: "Report again, the current situation of the Death Prison Zone."

The prison guard hurriedly replied: "There are 124 water cells in the Death Prison Zone in total, more than half have been opened, at least 500 sinners have escaped and participated in this riot."

"There were 101 prison guards on duty in the Death Prison Zone today. Through surveillance confirmation, 21 prison guards have already died—oh no, adding Prison Guard Wang Fei, now 22 prison guards can be confirmed completely dead."

The prison guard reported while wiping the cold sweat from his head. Since the establishment of the Second Prison, there had been riots and suppressions before, but mostly prisoners died. A death toll of prison guards on such a scale was the first time.

And it was visible to the naked eye that the number 22 was by no means the final number.

The prison guard swallowed his saliva and continued:

"Also confirmed through surveillance, 33 prison guards have had their limbs broken and are suffering cruel torture."

Thanks to the omnipresent surveillance probes, every cruel scene of prison guards being tortured was captured in detail, divided into countless reduced images.

At this moment, they all appeared together on the wide large screen of the surveillance center, forming a huge shocking panoramic picture.

The veins on Qian Huan's forehead bulged out, jumping.

Feng Mu sighed softly, then stepped out from the ranks, facing all the prison guards in the room, and said in a deep voice:

"I suggest that everyone now hand over their mobile phones voluntarily, and wait for the Prison Warden to finish handling the riot before returning them to everyone.

During this period, I hope everyone will not, through any means, let news from inside the Second Prison, especially these cruel images, leak to the outside."

Qian Huan was slightly stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ordered Feng Mu:

"That's right, everyone hand over all mobile phones now. Feng Mu, you collect them."

Such a large-scale riot had occurred in the Second Prison; the news definitely could not be blocked. Perhaps at this very moment, the upper levels of the Executive Government and the Prison System had already received the news.

But, the blockade must still be carried out, at least to reduce more bloody images or pictures from spreading on the Internet.

Qian Huan gave orders while continuing to the prison guard watching the surveillance: "You don't stop, continue reporting."

The technical prison guard in front of the surveillance screen, hearing this, immediately resumed reporting, his voice slightly trembling but trying his best to remain calm:

"Reporting to Prison Warden, I have checked all surveillance. There are still 46 prison guards missing, currently not appearing in the surveillance field of view.

According to preliminary judgment, they are most likely controlled by the prisoners and imprisoned in the water cells of the Death Prison Zone."

Qian Huan was not surprised by this answer. He frowned and asked: "Are they still alive?"

The technical prison guard nodded: "I investigated the surveillance and saw the footage of them being put into the water cells before, so they should still be alive."

The technical prison guard said while hurriedly calling up some surveillance footage of prison guards being kicked into the water cells by the prisoners.

Although the footage was just scattered fragments, it was enough to confirm that the technical prison guard's inference was correct.

"Surely the worst answer."

Qian Huan slightly relaxed on the surface, but in his heart he became even more irritable. To be honest, he actually hoped to hear the answer that those prison guards had all been killed by the prisoners.

…….

(End of Chapter)