Chapter 320: Evil Contamination Feng Mu?!!!

The prison guard who had been shot was furious, fire practically spurting from his nostrils: "???"

He'd seen people talk nonsense before, but never this level of nonsense. Everyone stayed silent—did that mean they agreed he was right? Clearly that was...

His lips trembled as he tried to open his mouth to quibble, never expecting Feng Mu to have already pre-judged his next move.

He had just opened his mouth when a gun barrel flashed into his throat, thrust with such force straight into his deep throat, tearing his esophagus open.

Then he heard Feng Mu continue in his usual calm and gentle voice, saying:

"Lou Rui participated in and assisted the death-row inmates' riot. My men came to arrest him, yet you deliberately obstructed them.

In full view of everyone, you extended your left leg trying to help him. Now I have to seriously suspect whether you are in league with Lou Rui, and that you must have also participated in the riot!"

The shot prison guard's complexion changed drastically, his eyes bulged round as copper bells, and from his throat came only muffled "wuwuwu" sounds.

He desperately tried with both hands to pull the gun barrel from his mouth, but the barrel seemed to have grown together with his throat, utterly motionless. In his powerless struggle, he could only shake his head frantically.

Feng Mu's face remained calm as water: "It seems you have nothing to say, admitting your identity as an accomplice. You've killed so many prison guard colleagues—repent!"

The prison guard shook his head even more wildly, his eyes full of panic. He saw Feng Mu's index finger slowly, irrevocably moving toward the trigger.

The corners of Feng Mu's mouth curled slightly, revealing his white teeth:

"It's no use denying it. Lou Rui has already admitted it for you. Otherwise, why would his hand be clutching your clothes so tightly?"

The prison guard lowered his head in terror, his gaze nailed in place, staring blankly at Lou Rui. Flames of hatred spurted from his bulging eyes, as if saying:

"Why did you harm me?"

Lou Rui tilted his head back and met those eyes head-on. Only then did he realize that from the very beginning, his hand had been clutching the other man, refusing to let go like a drowning man clutching a straw.

Lou Rui hesitated, still undecided whether to let go, when the gunshot made the decision for him.

A dull thud, deeper than the previous two shots, emerged from the prison guard's mouth, transmitted through the vibration of his skull.

A crimson bullet accurately shot through the prison guard's throat, pierced his cervical vertebrae, and brought out a string of shattered bone fragments and spurting blood.

Lou Rui's hand involuntarily loosened. The corpse, no longer being pulled, fell backward with its head thrown back, powerlessly smashing onto the ground. The bleeding back of its head struck Ma Xuan's instep.

Ma Xuan hastily withdrew his leg, as if afraid the filthy blood would stain his shoes, and instinctively retreated half a step.

All the prison guards present stared at Feng Mu in shock, their eyes filled with disbelief.

No one could have expected Feng Mu to pull the trigger without hesitation, nor that he would execute a colleague in full view of everyone.

Everyone's gaze fell in unison on the corpse on the ground, its mouth open, blood bubbling out. A bone-chilling cold rose from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, everyone felt the heavy weight hidden behind Feng Mu's smiling face.

Feng Mu lightly flicked the filth from the muzzle. Even though the muzzle was pointed at the ground, all the prison guards swallowed their saliva in unison.

Lou Rui's mouth was unblocked, yet he seemed to have lost his voice, not daring to take a single heavy breath. He let Wang Ping'an walk up from behind, grab his hair, and drag him away like a dead dog.

His two kneeling legs, including the lame one, strained desperately, desperately wanting to put just a little more distance between himself and Feng Mu.

Guan Zhong walked to Feng Mu's side with a face full of reverence, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and respectfully handed it to Feng Mu with both hands.

Feng Mu smiled, took the handkerchief, and leisurely wiped the filth off the gun. Then he casually handed the pistol over and said earnestly:

"Hold the gun steady. I'll only teach you this once. Have you learned how to shoot?"

Guan Zhong took a deep breath, took the pistol with both hands, gripped the handle tightly, and nodded heavily: "I've learned!"

Before his voice faded, Guan Zhong suddenly raised his arm. The sights aimed unhesitatingly at Ma Xuan's brow. His gun-holding arm was steady, without a tremor.

Ma Xuan's heart, however, suddenly quivered, as if stung by a poisonous bee. Even his gold-rimmed glasses could not hide the haze gradually spreading across his face.

His brow furrowed, forming a deep "川" character. He said coldly: "Feng Mu, what do you mean?"

Ma Xuan stared fixedly at Feng Mu. He could hardly imagine that just a few weeks ago, Feng Mu had merely been a newly hired prison guard in the Second Prison District. Now, the other man's subordinates dared to point a gun at him.

"All damn it because of Chang Wei!" Ma Xuan thought.

Ma Xuan now had no doubt about Guan Zhong's courage to shoot. The determination and fanaticism in the other's eyes made him feel a chill, his heart pounding.

This person had been completely hoodwinked by Feng Mu. In Ma Xuan's view, even if Feng Mu ordered him to raise his gun and commit suicide right now, Guan Zhong would probably carry it out without hesitation.

It was as if he had been brainwashed by evil contamination.

"I... I've learned too!"

Jiang Li took a deep breath and suddenly spoke up.

As his words fell, he too raised the gun in his hand, aiming it at Ma Xuan.

Although his arm trembled slightly, the muzzle never left Ma Xuan's face.

Ma Xuan's face turned deathly pale. A surge of anger rushed straight to his head, and he almost cursed:

"Two?!"

Not just one brainwashed, and in such a short time, two have been brainwashed. Don't these guys have brains?"

Actually it was 2.5 people, with the other 0.5 being Wang Ping'an. He had just gone to the Guard Department without taking a gun, so now he had no gun in hand and could only hold up an electric baton pretending it was a gun. Ma Xuan had ignored him.

Wang Ping'an had always believed in the "Way of the Police": safety first. At this moment, a hint of regret welled up in his heart.

Having a gun in hand and not having a gun in hand—those two feelings were indeed worlds apart.

Helplessly, Wang Ping'an could only raise the electric baton high with one hand while pulling Lou Rui's hair even tighter with the other. He bared his teeth, frowned fiercely, and squeezed out the most ferocious, man-eating expression.

"I was wrong. I was wrong before. True 'safety first' is not about not taking a gun and being kind to others. Quite the opposite—I should always grip my gun firmly."

In this instant, Wang Ping'an seemed to have undergone a spiritual transformation. His epiphany was profound and thorough.

"In this treacherous world, either you point a gun at others, or others point a gun at you. Only by always being one step ahead and aiming your gun at others can you ensure your own safety."

"This world is always kind to evildoers. So, 'safety first' means becoming the First Evil Person!"

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