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

Young people all harbor a desire for progress, and in the patrol room, everyone unanimously recognized that the most progressive candidates were Li Shan and Feng Ju.

Of course, which one of them is first and which one is second, and which one will win the honor of "most improved this year", depends on which one of them will take the position of chief of the patrol room next.

Chen Yang retracted his admiration and brought his thoughts back to the case in front of him.

"However, the old catcher's suggestion still makes some sense. However, he ignored the most important point. Among the people involved in this case, it is not just one person or one side who is also wearing my skin, but there are... Clearly opposite sides.”

Chen Yang looked at the content on his phone, his mind spinning rapidly:

"One side wants to kill the warden, and the other is the warden. Judging from the tone of the prison guards I just met, they should be on the warden's side, so I want to help this side kill the other side."

Chen Yang followed the reporting guidelines of "Old Tree on the Graveyard" and it didn't take long to reach the same conclusion as the old catcher.

"Warden Qian Huan is basically dead. It's a sunken ship that's about to break. If I step on my feet to prop myself up, it shouldn't be a big problem, haha——"

Deep down in his heart, Chen Yang had to admit that in addition to making such a judgment based on calm rational analysis, it was also mixed with a touch of emotional impulse.

There was nothing he could do about it, the young man was so angry, and he just felt that the last scene in the elevator made him feel particularly aggrieved and unhappy.

He was looking forward to one day having the opportunity to see that smiling face again, but by then, he hoped to change the scene. For example, that person was sitting inside the iron fence, and he was standing outside the iron fence?

That scene must be very interesting!

"First, what I have to do is..."

Chen Yang's eyes lit up, he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the incineration plant.

On the other side, in the motorcade driving back to the prison at high speed, Feng Mu sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to relax, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional:

"Think about how there was a time when I had to rack my brains over a simple matter of killing someone and abandoning a body. I was embarrassed several times. How could I be so calm as now, and even let the patrol room collect the body for me?!!"

Feng Mu felt that he was more and more in tune with the world, and he gradually figured out how to play the game clearly.

"Individual strength is certainly important, but organizational strength is even more important. Just by putting on a layer of skin, the height and scenery you stand on will be completely different."

"So, [Destiny]'s previous "mob gameplay" was basically fighting the entire world on its own. It's not impossible, but this kind of gameplay is only suitable for numerical games."

"In the real world, this idea is too naive. Instead, we should learn to closely integrate personal growth with the growth of the organization."

In other words, [Destiny] should not blindly conflict with the World Government, but should seek a more subtle strategy to blend in quietly like a parasite, making the World Government and [Destiny] become inseparable from each other. part of. "

Feng Mu closed his eyes and thought. No one knew that the original seeds of the future [destiny] program innovation were planted because of a small prison.

In his previous life, the great man who changed the world proposed a great strategy at the most difficult and difficult moment - to surround the city with the countryside, thereby gradually taking control of the overall situation.

At this time, Feng Mu gradually outlined a grand and far-reaching blueprint in Feng Mu's mind - the prison's reverse parasitic government.

"The first step is to transform the second prison into [Destiny]'s new nest, or to put it more vividly, hatch it into a tumor that spreads to the ninth district!"

Feng Mu slowly opened his eyes. In his original plan, he only planned to transform the second prison into his own canteen.

However, now that I think about it, Feng Mu feels that the past situation is too low and he still cannot get rid of the small farmer consciousness. He should use the perspective of "Feng Mu" to look forward to the day when [fate] will come.

But this is understandable. After all, no one can predict the future except prophets. Most people constantly adjust and revise their plans as they grow.

Just like the rebels, they did not rush to become emperors at the beginning. The world's richest man may have just wanted to make a small goal at the beginning.

[You have conducted a soul-cleansing analysis of yourself, you have connected your development with the larger organization, and you have a new plan for the core program of your destiny. ]

[You are not just Feng Mu, you have begun to think about fate from Feng Mu’s perspective. ]

[You have found the correct program for your destiny - parasitism! ! ! ]

[...Congratulations, your thoughts have been greatly sublimated. You are a bit like the master of destiny. Perhaps, you can start making preparations to take over the old people of destiny...]

[Fate awaits the return of the master to his throne. ]

[Start preparing! ]

[ps: If you want to launch an army, you must first have a fully controlled base! ]

[The improvement of thoughts is far more terrifying than any action. Your evil index has been greatly improved↑↑↑↑]

[The inheritance of the game has been greatly improved↑↑↑↑]

[Your game inheritance is increased to 13%! ]

[You have obtained special skill point*1, normal skill point*1, and you have obtained general skill proficiency*10000. ]

[You have obtained attribute points*2 and general skill proficiency*10000. ]

Lines of subtitles passed across his retina, Feng Mu squinted his eyes, and focused his sight on the particularly eye-catching text - [ps: If you want to increase the number of troops, you must first have a base that you fully control! ]

A faint enlightenment surged in Feng Mu's heart: "Urge troops? Base?"

An indescribable feeling lingered in his heart, as if this time, the special notes given by the system were slightly different from the previous prompts.

It was as if the previous prompts were just ordinary prompts of minor details, but this time the prompt was... the main line prompt? ! !

This reminded Feng Mu of a classic game he played in his previous life - Red Alert, where players need to deploy the base vehicle first before the game officially begins, and "Second Prison" seems to be his base vehicle?

"So, I finally found my base vehicle?"

Feng Mu looked out the window, the towering wall that was quickly approaching in his sight, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a warm smile as if he was going home.

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Gong Qi suddenly turned his head and looked at Feng Mu who had opened his eyes. For some reason, he felt that some mysterious changes seemed to have taken place in his junior brother, and there was an indescribable change in his aura.

"Junior brother, what's wrong with you?" Gong Qi asked suspiciously. Snakes are very sensitive to changes in aura.

Feng Mu blinked gently and replied: "Brother, it's okay, I just suddenly have a deeper understanding of certain things."

Gong Qi's eyes flashed with curiosity, and asked: "Oh, what kind of understanding?"

Feng Mu smiled brightly: "To put it simply, I think the second prison needs more of my love and care."