Chapter 189 Am I Overthinking? Unlock

Chapter 189 Am I overthinking? Unlock.

The prison storm is unfolding at a seemingly slow but actually violent speed.

It cannot be said that there is an undercurrent, but it is on the surface. This accumulated contradiction is like a powder keg, all placed on Feng Mu's dining table, waiting for him to light a match and detonate one by one.

But not today, it is too unlucky to kill the boss on the first day of imprisonment. If the warden is scared, it will not be beautiful. He has to give the warden a face.

The main reason is that killing the boss now is equivalent to making room for others. He has no merit and no reason to squat.

Feng Mu is not the kind of stupid villain who makes things crazy and then makes wedding clothes for others.

He needs to lie dormant and wait for a perfect opportunity.

Feng Mu estimated in his heart that this dormant period would not be too long, because he could keenly feel that his several direct superiors were holding back bad things, and they seemed to be more eager than him to force him to "take the position".

"Half a month? Ten days? Seven days?"

When he first reported in the morning, from Zhou Hu's face-to-face confrontation to the removal of the position of the senior brother, Feng Mu estimated that the enemy would launch a gank against him for about fifteen days.

When he was assigned to Chang Wei's subordinates, seeing the other party's sad face as if his nephew had died, Feng Mu felt that this time had to be shortened by half.

And in the evening, Tian Tao's rampant face and disgusting but practical fatigue offensive made Feng Mu feel that this time could be further shortened by half.

And at this moment, when he looked at Wang Cong's bloodshot eyes, looking like he was about to be forced to death, Feng Mu couldn't help being shocked.

"The enemy's patience won't be so long that it can't even bear seven days, right?"

Feng Mu felt mixed emotions. He was happy that the promotion would come soon, and the next wave of inheritance rewards might already be on the way.

What worried him was that he hadn't found a gap to check the rewards of the current bronze treasure box. Would he be rear-ended?

In addition,…

"There is not much time left for me to create a warm and good prison guard image here." Feng Mu sighed deeply in his heart.

Feng Mu is not like Tian Tao, Chang Wei, Zhou Hu, and other brainless villains who paint the faces of bad guys directly on their faces. He knows how to create a good guy card for himself.

Especially when stepping into a brand new environment without any foundation and background, creating a good first impression is his most valuable business card. In this closed "system", such an image can often bring him unexpected help at critical moments.

Creating a perfect "good guy card" and creating a deep-rooted first impression is very likely to play a role in fueling his career.

For example, when your boss dies unexpectedly? ! !

The mystery behind this can only be said that friends who have lost their bosses can understand how deep the doorway is. Those who have not died will not understand it.

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The clock pointed to eight o'clock, and the electric bell in the prison broke the silence.

The prison guards who had changed their clothes and were ready to go to work, with obvious morning grumpiness, knocked on the cell door roughly with electric batons, and urged the prisoners to wash up quickly in a stiff tone. After breakfast, they lined up to go to the workshop to operate the sewing machines.

In this air full of irritability and hostility, only Feng Mu's movements seemed particularly gentle.

He tapped the door lightly, as if injecting a touch of fresh air into the depressing atmosphere.

"Let's go, let's wash our faces too." Wang Cong said to Feng Mu while yawning.

Feng Mu nodded in agreement, and when he walked to the bathroom door, Wang Cong stopped him again: "You go first, I'll smoke a cigarette here. By the way, don't get the electric baton wet, take it off, I'll help you hold it."

Feng Mu smiled and handed the electric baton to Wang Cong, then walked into the bathroom and washed his face twice with cold water.

After a little thought, he pushed open a partition and squatted for a while.

When he came out, Wang Cong had just finished smoking two cigarettes. He threw the cigarette butts on the ground and stamped them out, then returned Feng Mu's electric baton to him, and took off his own electric baton and handed it over.

Wang Cong walked into the bathroom and rubbed his cheeks with cold water in front of the mirror. However, his peripheral vision caught Feng Mu standing at the door through the reflection of the mirror. The latter still had a gentle smile on his profile.

Feng Mu was tying an electric baton back to his waist, and his other hand gently held another electric baton.

Wang Cong walked out of the bathroom quickly, wiped his clothes dry with his hands, then took his electric baton and showed Feng Mu a slightly far-fetched smile: "Let's go, let's eat first."

Feng Mu shook his head gently: "You go, I'm a bit picky about food, and Senior Brother Bashan will bring me food later."

"Oh." Wang Cong didn't think much, and walked away quickly.

Feng Mu watched his back, with a gentle smile on his face all the time.

He lowered his head, and the dark blood lines in his pupils entangled, switching to the form of [blood bar weird eyes].

[An ordinary electric baton (10/10)]

At the same time, four overlapping blood bars appeared above Feng Mu's head.

Feng Mu gently weighed the electric baton in his hand, carefully pushed the voltage switch, played with it for a while, and then turned it off again.

"No problem, am I too suspicious?"

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, didn't think about it anymore, and walked quickly to the door of prison area A. He should go to pick up his meal.

At the door, Li Bashan stood upright. No matter how much the prison guards in Area A tried to persuade them, he was unwilling to hand over the thermos bucket to them. He insisted on handing the food to his junior brother with his own hands.

It's not that Li Bashan doubted that the prison guards in Area A would poison the food, he just simply felt that if food was handed over to one person, not a single grain would be left.

There was a hint of coldness on Tian Tao's face, and there was sarcasm and undisguised contempt in his tone: "Why, the food in the prison is not to your taste? Do you need special treatment when you eat?"

Feng Mu smiled slightly and explained in a calm tone: "I'm sorry, I used to suffer from severe loss of qi and blood. This is a medicinal diet prepared specially for me by my master. It contains some medicinal materials to nourish the body."

Feng Mu didn't lie. He had indeed lost energy and blood twice.

Feng Mu took the thermos bucket and explained it to the prison guards around him very kindly. Then he turned to look at Tian Tao with a firm and serious look:

"Captain, I would like to remind you that there does not seem to be a stipulation in the Prison Guard Regulations Manual that we must eat in the cafeteria."

Tian Tao snorted coldly. From the first day he was imprisoned, he had never read the "Prison Guard Regulations Manual".

In his opinion, any normal prison guard would read something like that, maybe he is mentally ill.

Tian Tao turned around and left. He didn't want to be angry with a dead man. The most important thing was that Li Bashan was too tall and he always felt uncomfortable standing next to him.

"It's strange. Two years ago, I went to the prison files to check Li Bashan's employment information. The files clearly stated that his martial arts level was just the fourth level, although this level is no longer I lost to the District Chief, but why do I always feel that standing in front of Li Bashan is more scary than standing in front of the District Chief?"

"Is it because he is too tall, which visually increases the sense of oppression?"

Tian Tao lowered his head and looked at his increasingly short and stocky body, muttering angrily in his heart: "Fuck you, are these tall guys so easy to deceive others?"

Feng Mu returned to the duty dormitory carrying two thermos buckets. Wang Cong went to the canteen to eat and had not returned yet.

Feng Mu put a thermos bucket into the closet, unscrewed the lid of the other thermos bucket, and quickly started to show off his food. At the same time, taking advantage of the opportunity to show off his food, his eyes gradually lost focus, as if there was something invisible hanging in the void. Gone was his mind.

[[Your inheritance rate exceeds 10%, and you unlocked the bronze treasure chest! ]

[You have received the following rewards:

1. You have obtained special skill points*1.

2. You obtained Gene Injection Level D*1

3. You unlock the equipment grid and get a C-level lottery ticket.

…..]

Feng Mu's eyes only glanced briefly at the rewards in the first three lines, and then quickly locked on the last line, with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes:

[4. You have obtained 27% of the equity of Qingteng Technology Co., Ltd. and also have full ownership of one of its laboratories. The laboratory has brought together a group of fateful researchers, and they are conducting a secret experiment that has achieved epoch-making results. Now it's all waiting for your personal reception! ]

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