Chapter 295: Catalyzing the Mad Demon, What a Great Love

Because of that, when he issued subsequent orders, he would face a little less pressure and resistance.

Qian Huan's face was dark to the extreme; he took a few deep breaths and asked, "What is the situation at each exit passage of the Death Zone?"

The Technical Prison Guard replied, "The moment the riot broke out, Zone Chief Zhao ordered a lockdown."

The Technical Prison Guard adjusted the surveillance footage, and one could see three passages connecting to other areas' corridors; the machine guns inside the walls had all extended out, aimed at every single position in the corridors without any blind spots.

And behind the machine gun positions were fully armed Prison Guards transferred from other zones, locked and loaded, standing ready, waiting for a single order to rush in and carry out indiscriminate suppression.

No, to describe it as "suppression" seems too euphemistic; one should use "blood wash" to depict it.

Qian Huan knew with his toes that the result of a blood wash goes without saying; at that time, in the bloodstains stepped on by shoe soles, who could distinguish which belonged to prisoners and which belonged to the kidnapped Prison Guards.

Qian Huan's eyes were gloomy as he overlooked Zhao Xing beneath his feet, seemingly able to see through to the arc of a grin at the corner of the mouth under the other's palm.

"Truly ruthless enough!"

Qian Huan realized he had ultimately underestimated these Zone Chiefs; he also hadn't expected that in order to keep their positions and force him to resign in disgrace, these Zone Chiefs could actually resort to such unconscionable and deranged methods.

Injure the enemy eight hundred, self-damage one thousand?

Qian Huan felt like he was the "Marshal" on a chessboard forced into a dead corner; no matter which direction he moved next, it would be a wrong path, a losing move!

If given some time, Qian Huan might not be unable to think of a way to break the deadlock.

But, the intermittent "Screaming Chicken" sounds coming from the surveillance screen from time to time were like an hourglass counting down beside the chessboard, reminding him that time had already run out.

He had no time to think; he was forced to make a move immediately.

Qian Huan's brows knitted tightly into a knot; he first looked at Shi Wuming following behind him and asked in a lowered voice:

"Can you get the Prison Guards inside out?"

Shi Wuming's Body Modification Implant was specced for killing, not for saving; although he felt that relying on his strength, snatching a couple of Prison Guards to safety before the prisoners acted would not be difficult.

But, he could not find a reason to do so.

His contract with Qian Huan only included protecting the other's personal safety, and did not include doing things for the other.

Shi Wuming shook his head expressionlessly: "Prison Warden Qian really thinks too highly of me; with so many prisoners, even killing them would take a while, where would I find the time to save people?"

Qian Huan received the expected answer, and the fantasy in his heart was thoroughly shattered; in his eyes, Shi Wuming was currently the person with the highest combat power in the Second Prison, this was certified by the other's pair of 【Bone Posture Detection Eye】.

Since Shi Wuming said it was impossible, then there was no possibility.

Shi Wuming might also feel he had answered too coldly; he thought for a moment, then hurriedly switched to a warm smile and supplemented:

"However, although I cannot save people, I can help you mark the high-risk individuals among that group of Sinners."

Hearing this, a flash of resentment and anger passed through Qian Huan's eyes, and he coldly laughed: "Thank you for your kindness, but that won't be necessary."

Shi Wuming's help was naturally not free, but charged per head; although Qian Huan was generous with his spending, he was also unwilling to spend money on a group of dead people.

Regardless of how this group of Sinners broke free from the heavy Night Watcher Restraints, and how they recovered some Qi and Blood martial power, but in a moment facing the organized firepower carpet bombing, however wildly they laugh at the cameras now, that is how ugly they will die later.

Qian Huan had no doubt about this point, because the Prison was designed from the start with the potential risk of prisoner riots in mind.

In terms of terrain layout, they are all the most intuitive rectangular corridors; every corridor is narrow and straight, this kind of structure naturally limits the space for martial arts to be displayed, yet greatly enhances the power of hot weapons carpet bombing.

It can be said this kind of terrain naturally limits the space for martial arts maneuvering and display, while multiplying the power of hot weapons carpet bombing.

And usually when Prison Guards patrol, they are not issued guns; this is to say, the prisoners rioting inside the Death Zone, at this moment, the weapons in their hands are only their flesh and blood bodies, and the electric batons snatched from the Prison Guards.

While Qian Huan was questioning Shi Wuming, Feng Mu had already silently collected everyone's phones.

Qian Huan noticed Feng Mu, and his eyes suddenly lit up as he asked, "Feng Mu, do you have any good ideas?"

Feng Mu knew what Qian Huan was asking, and in his heart he was indeed brewing three strategies — upper, middle, and lower — respectively the heretical method, the sinister method, and the mad method.

Just hearing the strategy names, one knows clearly that not a single one is suitable to be told to outsiders.

Most importantly, Feng Mu this time did not want to help the Prison Warden; he also wanted to pressure the Prison Warden.

He felt the Prison Warden had recently become slightly slack, not as mad as before; this was not good, it would invisibly slow down Feng Mu's rhythm of pursuing progress.

And this sudden prison riot, in Feng Mu's eyes, was nothing less than a fierce cardiotonic.

Nearly a hundred Prison Guard deaths, once all accounted to the Prison Warden's head, the other would have no choice but to go mad.

A person is about to transform into a mad demon; Feng Mu is happy to see it succeed, he cannot find any reason to stop it.

Oh, that's not right either; Feng Mu is a merciful person, deep down he still feels some regret for those Sinners about to die.

But, Feng Mu places very deep expectations on the Prison Warden, just like Feng Ju placed hopes on Feng Yuhuai, Feng Mu is also willing to endure some loss in order to help Qian Huan grow better.

No way around it, growth is this cruel; growth is destined to be accompanied by taking from others.

The world's laws are such; this big family of the Prison cannot be exempt either. Feng Mu wants to catalyze Qian Huan to grow taller and madder, so he must harden his heart and let other family members make sacrifices, becoming the flower fertilizer that nourishes Qian Huan's growth.

The former Feng Ju treated Feng Mu this way; it's just that Feng Ju's attitude was too cold and utilitarian, too heart-chilling, while Feng Mu is different — he is a person who warms the heart.

Feng Mu's face showed deep sorrow; he looked at Qian Huan and sighed deeply:

"Prison Warden, I know the upcoming decision is very difficult for you, but no matter what decision you make, I will support and understand."

Feng Mu paused, then raised his head to look at the panoramic view on the monitoring big screen, taking in the faces of all those prisoners and Prison Guards.

His complexion shifted slightly, his expression grieved, his voice a little choked and hoarse:

"And, I think they will all understand you too!"

Feng Mu did not cry heart-rendingly like Zhao Xing, but that kind of internalized, forcibly suppressed grief was equally moving, and even more genuine and heartfelt.

Qian Huan looked deeply at Feng Mu, seemingly encouraged by his words, gaining the responsibility and courage to grow; the surrounding Prison Guards also felt some comforting strength.

It's just that they are all still too shallow, unable to truly comprehend the power in Feng Mu's words.

The "they" in Feng Mu's mouth are not only the "they" they think of, but also the "they" beyond them...

What a great love this is!!!

(End of Chapter)