Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 503: Prison is my home
There are still 330 hours until Feng Ju’s countdown is reset to zero.

Dawn breaks.

No matter how dark the lower city experienced last night, how many people stayed awake all night, and how many people closed their eyes forever, the light of the upper city still arrived on time and spread out to the world in full view.

Feng Mu opened the curtains, looked at Shangcheng's strong and bright buttocks, and said gently: "Good morning."

Wash, flush, and refill the toilet.

I took the neutralizer my mother prepared and drank it in one gulp.

Everything seems to be back to the way it was before.

There was a hint of worry on Wang Xiuli's face.

Feng Mu knew what he was worried about, but didn't know how to comfort him.

He was an honest son, so he said to his mother in a gentle voice:
"Don't worry, mom. It's normal for a girl to stay out all night when she grows up. Maybe she's just going to look for her dad."

Feng Mu was really not good at coaxing his mother, so he simply threw the problem directly to Feng Ju.

I saw my mother pick up the phone and prepare to call Feng Ju.

Feng Mu stood up, picked up a piece of bread without eating, and went out with a smile on his face.

The familiar dilapidated neighborhood, the familiar neighbors, and the familiar sour smell in the air.

I walked it again today and felt relaxed all over.

"Why are there so many rats, and they are broken?"

“People nowadays are so perverted that they don’t even let mice go…”

"That's right. I passed by an alley a while ago and saw a litter of kittens being skinned..."

A group of people in front were gathered around a pile of dead rats, pointing and talking, discussing with disgust yet eagerness.

According to Feng Mu's experience, before the afternoon, there would be no less than five versions of the perverted story circulating in the old and dilapidated neighborhood.

But it had nothing to do with him anymore.

There will be few chances for him to come back here again.

A car with a prison license plate was parked at the door. Guan Zhong's right arm, in a plaster cast, was hung in front of his chest, but he still stood in front of the car door. When he saw Feng Mu approaching, his injured body straightened even more.

He was supposed to be in hospital to recuperate, but he insisted on coming.

He had fought hard to get the job of opening the minister's car door, so how could he just give it to someone else just because he was in the hospital recuperating?

The others here refer to but are not limited to Liu Yi, Song Pingan, Jiang Li and others.

Feng Mu got in the car and handed the bread in his hand to Guan Zhong, saying with concern:
"If you're injured, just take a good rest. You don't have to work so hard."

Guan Zhong took the bread and put it solemnly into his pocket. From the look of him, it didn't seem like he was going to eat the bread, but to take it home as a sacrifice.

The zeal in his eyes was harder than plaster:

"As long as I still have one hand, I can still hold the gun and do things for you, Minister."

The car drove away smoothly. The driver was Jiang Li. He glanced at Guan Zhongzang's pocket of bread without leaving a trace, and started to make plans in his mind.

In the car, Guan Zhong straightened his back and reported to Feng Mu every detail of yesterday's operation.

Finally, he concluded with a look of shame:
"At the last moment, I still relied on Gong Qi. Otherwise, I would be no match for those man-eating monsters. It doesn't matter if I die, but if Hou Wendong and I are eaten by monsters, I will be ashamed of the minister's trust. I..."

Feng Mu waved his hand and interrupted Guan Zhong.

His expression was slightly solemn. He placed one hand on Guan Zhong's plastered shoulder and said in a deep voice:
"In the Internal Affairs Department, each of you is my chosen confidant. Our work has just begun, so don't talk about death so easily.

Remember, it doesn't matter if you fail to complete the mission, what matters is to protect yourself. Only by staying alive can you continue to do more for me." Guan Zhong felt his heart was extremely hot, as if he was bathed in the glory of light.

He nodded heavily, and became more determined to die for the minister.

Before, he wanted to dedicate his entire life to the minister, but now he has changed his mind. He feels that one life is not enough. If possible, he hopes that after his death, he can follow the minister and continue to serve him until death.

Jiang Li, who was driving, was very professional and said nothing, but in fact he kept one ear perked up. At this moment, he felt warm inside, which was similar to Guan Zhong's idea.

Feng Mu gently lifted the frame of the mirror and said in a gentle voice:
"How are arrangements for the warden's press conference going?"

Guan Zhong restrained his emotions and answered seriously:

"The warden gave Wang Cong the task of inviting some media, mainly reporters from Guangling TV. It was originally in the form of an interview, but last night they gave us a last-minute notice that it would be changed to a live broadcast."

It’s hard to say whether this was not inspired by the grand live broadcast of the “Martial Arts Joint Examination”.

The ratings exploded, topping the ratings list of all nine districts.

It may be difficult to surpass in the future...well, it's hard to say.

The vehicle moved forward steadily. The outline of the high prison wall in the distance gradually became clear. The lights of the upper city gave the white wall a layer of gold, which was looming in the mist.

Even though he was away for only one night, Feng Mu missed her very much.

He looked at the towering white walls with a dazed look in his eyes. He seemed to have seen the sacred scene of the "base vehicle" strangely unfolding and swallowing the entire prison silently.

"Family"

He whispered softly, the smile on his face becoming more gentle.

"Yes, prison is my real home!"

....
After returning to prison.

Feng Mu put on the prison guard uniform again, fastened the last brass button of the uniform meticulously in front of the mirror, and smoothed the wrinkles on his shoulders. He looked like a perfect template straight out of the "Prison Guard Appearance Standards".

Walking through the long laser corridor, my leather shoes stepped out a steady rhythm on the ground.

When he walked into the warden's office, Qian Huan, who was behind the glass wall, just put down the documents in his hand and looked at one of his most capable subordinates with great admiration.

"I didn't expect that such an accident would happen in the martial arts joint examination. It's really..."

"Fortunately, I sent you there, and your subordinates saved Secretary Hou's life. In this way, Secretary Hou will more firmly and strongly support the reform work of the Second Prison."

"You did very well!"

It can be seen that Qian Huan is in a very good mood and is particularly satisfied with Feng Mu's performance.

However, Qian Huan's indifference was still engraved in his bones. After explaining the work, he hypocritically asked a few questions about whether Feng Mu's family members were injured in the martial arts examination.

Feng Mu didn't take it seriously, and responded modestly and appropriately:
"Thanks to the warden's service, our family is safe and sound, and we even had a reunion dinner last night."

Qian Huan smiled hypocritically and ordered:
"Go get ready, and come with me to greet Secretary Hou later."

Feng Mu nodded in agreement.

When Feng Mu turned around, Qian Huan casually asked, "Wang Cong suggested that we change the interview to a live broadcast. What do you think?"

What could Feng Mu think? He was very satisfied.

He glanced calmly at Shi Wuming standing in the corner, then glanced at the sofa and replied:

“Live streaming is indeed more transparent, but it may be a little… unlucky?!!”

(End of this chapter)