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

As soon as Qian Huan finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly picked up his phone and scanned it. The name displayed on the screen was the leader of the prison system.

Qian Huan's face immediately became extremely gloomy, his eyes involuntarily glanced at Zhao Xing again, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Afterwards, Qian Huan took a deep breath, cleared his throat, tried to make his voice sound more calm and confident, and then slowly answered the phone.

Qian Huan almost didn't have a chance to speak, and there was a scolding coming from the other end of the phone.

The scolding on the phone was full of anger. Even though Qian Huan had turned down the volume in advance, the sound still pierced the receiver and faintly penetrated the eardrums of everyone in the room.

Qian Huan clenched the phone case tightly with his fingers, his expression extremely ugly:

"Listen to my explanation. Behind the riot in the death row, someone must have tampered with someone inside, otherwise..."

The scolding interrupted Qian Huan's explanation:

"I won't listen to this. You are the warden of the second prison. You are responsible for any problems in the second prison. I only want to ask you one question now. How many prison guards have died in the death penalty area, and how many prison guards are still alive? ?”

People were dying on the big screen every second, and the blood spilled from the water cell almost oozed out of the screen. Qian Huan could not tell clearly how much of the blood belonged to the prisoners and how much belonged to the prison guards who were kidnapped.

Anyway, the sound of machine guns scrubbing the floor stopped.

Qian Huan could only give a vague answer: "Half of the prison guards died, and the other half were kidnapped, but there were also many more..."

The voice on the phone interrupted Qian Huan rudely and said angrily:

"Don't tell me that there's always a chance of danger. Remember, I don't care what method you use. None of the remaining prison guards must die. All of them must be rescued alive by me.

Otherwise, you don’t have to explain to me. You can explain to the families of the prison guards who died, explain to the ruling government, and explain to the media reporters. "

Angry scolding echoed in the room, and everyone looked at Qian Huan's expression with different expressions.

Only Zhao Xing had his back to Qian Huan, his eyes still unblinking as he watched the blood on the big screen. His whole mind seemed to be glued into the screen, turning a deaf ear to all the sounds outside.

Qian Huan felt tremendous pressure. Just as he expected, this shit basin was going to be put on his head indiscriminately.

Qian Huan cursed in his heart: "Damn bureaucracy, it sounds high-sounding, but in fact it's all about non-stick pans."

Qian Huan's eyebrows furrowed into knots, and he gritted his teeth and said to the phone:

"I can't do it. I will never compromise or bow to any prisoner. I believe that the prison guards who were kidnapped in the death row also have the same belief as me."

The scolding voice on the other end of the phone stunned me:

"Do you know what you are doing? Young man, you'd better think clearly before speaking. This is not the business game Tianguang Capital played before. You must be responsible for every life in your words."

Qian Huan laughed angrily, his eyes flashing coldly:

"Of course, I am the warden of the second prison, and I am the one responsible for the second prison. And as you said, I don't need to explain to you."

After saying that, without waiting for another reaction on the other end of the phone, he squeezed the phone and deformed it. The voice on the phone instantly seemed to be strangled by the throat, and intermittent sizzling sounds came out.

Qian Huan's face was extremely cold, and everyone in the room was silent.

After hanging up the phone, Qian Huan knew that the next struggle would be even more bloody and brutal, even if he had completely broken up with the prison system's upper echelons.

"Made, the hateful bureaucracy, I really can't sit at the same table with them."

Qian Huan was furious. He originally wanted to be gentle, but now it seems that he was too naive.

He scanned everyone in the room with his sinister eyes, and then said murderously:

"Never compromise, never bow, never negotiate, do you understand?"

The expressions of all the second prison management staff in the room changed. They could naturally tell that the warden was not only talking to the prisoners this time, but also to all of them.

"Second Supervisor, I'm afraid things are really going to change this time."

The same thought came to everyone's mind at the same time. They had different thoughts. Some were waiting to see a joke and felt that the warden did not know how to live or die. Some had wild thoughts and wanted to switch sides and take a big gamble. There were also ambitious ones who were waiting for an opportunity to replace him. .

The surveillance screen was filled with blood, but the air outside the screen was faintly filled with the cold and damp smell of blood.

Qian Huan's eyes finally fell on Feng Mu, and his voice was low and hoarse:

"Feng Mu, go and investigate. As long as you need anyone in the second prison, you can ask them to cooperate with you. If you encounter any difficulties or needs during the investigation, you can come to me. I only want the truth. Hurry, get to the bottom of this before Secretary Hou comes to inspect next week."

Everyone in the room was horrified when they heard the warden's extremely tough support. They all looked at Feng Mu. Some people's eyes were solemn and thoughtful, while others had a mocking look on their lips, looking at Feng Mu as if he was watching something. A dead person.

Zhao Xing's expression changed slightly, and he felt a little suspicious: "Secretary Hou is coming to the prison next week to inspect the work? What's going on?"

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Feng Mu didn't care about their looks or thoughts at all. He only saluted Qian with a solemn expression, then walked to the technical prison guard and said in a voice that was neither loud nor quiet, just enough for everyone in the room to hear:

"I need the surveillance video of the death row area within 48 hours. Can you sort it out and help me check it together?"

Technical Prison Guard Liu Yi swallowed nervously. The low air pressure in the room made him shudder, causing his body to tremble involuntarily. There was only one thought in his mind: to leave this suffocating place as soon as possible.

His eyes turned to Feng Mu involuntarily. In this depressing room, only Feng Mu, who had just supported him and talked to him softly, could make him feel a sense of safety and warmth.

Then, Liu felt that Feng Mu seemed to have heard his inner prayer and extended an olive branch of help to him.

Liu Yi raised his head, nodded hastily towards Feng Mu, and replied in a low voice: "Okay, thank you."

Feng Mu was slightly startled, wondering why Liu expressed his gratitude to him. After all, the other party was probably involved in a dangerous whirlpool.

However, Feng Mu respected other people's privacy and thoughts. He did not ask, but accepted Liu Yi's gratitude calmly.

Feng Mu patted the other party's shoulder with one hand, with a polite and gentle smile on his face:

"Don't be nervous. You can organize and copy the video first, and I'll go investigate. When you're done, come directly to me."

….

More than an hour later.

Inside an office.

Liu Yi was concentrating on dragging the progress bar of the surveillance video. Suddenly, he suddenly pressed the pause button, as if he had discovered something suspicious.

He opened his eyes wide and carefully played it back twice more. After confirming that he had seen it correctly, he immediately said to Feng Mu sitting next to him:

"Feng Mu, I have discovered that this person may have a problem!!!"