The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

After a burst of shrill screams, the sturdy prisoner clutched his broken arm tightly and staggered backwards.

His voice became stammering due to pain: "Why? Will your electric baton... explode?"

Feng Mu's eyes were deep and complicated, and his voice had an elusive meaning: "Yes, I also want to know, why is this?"

He sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and depth in his tone:

"If you hadn't touched my electric baton without permission, maybe I would have pulled out the electric baton myself in an emergency. Then, I might have been the one with half of my arm blown off."

The sturdy prisoner stared at Feng Mu, with annoyance and regret hatching in his chest like countless snake eggs, and then gnawing at his soul crazily.

He hated it, hated himself for having to touch other people's things.

Obviously, my mother has taught me this truth since I was a child!

[Your teachings are like blood-stained truth, deeply shocking a person's soul, and your inner strength has gained an eternal slight increase of +0.01! ]

A line of prompt subtitles flashed in front of Feng Mu's retina. He smiled slightly, revealing a row of neat and white teeth, and his tone was sincere and deep:

"So, I should thank you for bearing the pain that should have been mine."

Feng Mu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it suddenly, and the air seemed to tremble and make a buzzing sound.

The strong prisoner's expression changed suddenly, and he opened his mouth to speak, but only heard a crackling sound from his throat. His whole body was forcibly pulled off the ground, and blood surged from his mouth and nostrils.

Feng Mu flicked it casually, and the limp body flew out like rags and hit the wall heavily.

The head was like a ripe watermelon. It made a dull "pong" sound and then exploded. Red pieces of meat and white slurry splashed everywhere, dotting the surrounding area with spots of color.

[You impressed him unparalleled once again, and your strength permanently increased by 0.01! ]

Feng Mu's eyes lit up as he looked at the prompts flashing across his retinas.

He really didn't expect that a person could be impressed twice, once by reason and once by physics. It was quite scientific.

Feng Mu licked his wet lips, his face became gentler and more joyful, his eyes slowly swept across the faces of other prisoners, and there was an unquestionable seriousness and sincerity in his tone:

"I am the most fair person. He helped me bear the pain that should have been mine, so in order to repay him, I also relieved his pain. You should be able to understand and agree with my approach, right?"

The prisoners were trembling involuntarily, their eyes wandering as they looked at the horrific scenes of thick ink on the ground, walls, ceilings, and incinerators.

Then, they focused on the strange smiling face standing in the blood, which was strangely not stained with any blood, looked unusually clean and gentle, and spoke softly.

The two pictures were extremely inconsistent and separated, but they merged together amazingly, making their hair stand on end and the goosebumps aroused all over their bodies were not enough.

"We must have been crazy before, so we always regarded the new prison guard Feng as the kindest person in the second prison. In fact..."

All the prisoners had a deep understanding in their hearts and frantically called the police.

"Prison Officer Feng is the most terrifying one!"

The other prison guards were superficially cruel at best, but Prison Guard Feng had madness hidden in his bones.

Wang Jiao resisted the numbness of his scalp and said tremblingly: "Yes, what you said, Prison Guard Feng, makes sense. We all understand and recognize your fairness."

The other prisoners echoed tremblingly: "Yes, yes, prison guard Feng is right."

Feng Mu waited deliberately for three seconds. No prompt appeared on his retina. He frowned slightly and sighed sadly:

"You are lying!"

Feng Mu suddenly raised his arms, and several prisoners immediately fled in panic. But in this cramped space, decorated with several corpses, there was no room on the ground to dodge.

What's more, the door was locked from the inside.

The sound of watermelon juice splashing came one after another, following Wang Jiao like a shadow.

He didn't dare to look back, for fear that his legs would completely weaken at the first glance.

His adrenaline surged, and his blood boiled. His survival instinct urged him to rush forward like crazy, but he felt warm liquid and broken objects constantly clinging to his back and head.

The toothbrush in Wang Jiao's hand had been thrown to the ground at some point. He stood at the door with his eyes wide open, as if his soul was scared out of his mind. Chen Ya, who was motionless, screamed:

"Head of the cell, open the door, open the door ahhhh-"

The screams of terror pierced the silence like sharp knives, penetrated the thick iron door of the incineration room, and echoed in the cold outer corridor.

The faces of several prison guards who were standing outside, showing no effort at work, and pretending to hit the door lightly, changed slightly at this moment, and they looked at each other with a little surprise in their eyes.

Wang Cong ran over quickly. When he heard the frightening cry from inside the door, he couldn't help but pause slightly.

Due to the obstruction of the heavy iron door, the sound was not very clear and it was difficult to identify the specific words, but the sharp and almost deformed tone was enough to make people feel the panic and despair contained in it.

"Is it Feng Mu's voice? It doesn't seem like it, but the screams of people before death are a bit distorted, so it's normal."

Wang Cong hurriedly pulled away the prison guard in front of him, blushing and shouting angrily: "What's going on? Where is the key?"

The prison guard replied in a deep voice: "I saw from the surveillance that the door of the incineration room was locked from the inside, so I realized something was wrong and rushed over. Feng Mu and several prisoners were locked inside."

After that, the prison guard stepped aside and said: "I don't know what method the prisoners inside used to jam the lock. I broke my key."

Wang Cong stared and saw a broken key inserted in the lock core. The broken part of the metal flashed a cold luster.

Wang Cong roared angrily and hit the iron door with all his strength, making a loud clang.

The iron door did not move at all, but Wang Cong was thrown to the ground by the recoil force, and half of his bones were numb.

Although Wang Cong's actions were performed, at this moment, his inner shock was real.

He lay on the ground, panting, his mind full of confusion:

"No, the door of this incinerator is too hard, it's almost as hard as the outermost high wall gate of the prison, but is it necessary? The incinerator is for burning corpses, not to prevent corpses from crawling out of it."

Wang Cong struggled to get up again, gritted his teeth and hit the iron door again and again, and the loud bangs echoed in the corridor.

The eyes of several prison guards around him changed when they looked at Wang Cong, and then they also began to hit the iron door silently.

Forensic doctor Qin Liang came panting, and the blood in his veins became colder when he saw the passionate scene in front of him.

"Feng Mu, hold on, I'll come to save you." Wang Cong roared through the door, his emotions were so strong that those who heard it were sad and those who saw it cried.

Wang Jiao looked at the door that was beginning to shake, listened to the chaotic roar outside, and his eyes showed the hope of escaping.

The next second, Wang Jiao felt as if he was falling into an icy cave.

Because he saw the prison boss Chen Ya slowly turn his body to the side. In the lock core behind him, there was a thin silver needle, which was inserted into the middle of the lock core with incomparable precision like a scalpel...