Chapter 135 Consultation, Prison

Strength 8.9 corresponds to punching power level 11.2.

Agility 6.2 corresponds to attack speed 7.3.

A stack of low-grade martial arts that are either perfect or limit-breaking corresponds to skill rating 5.1?

Feng Mu couldn't figure out the specific calculation formula for the first two items, and as for the final skill score, Feng Mu was even more uncertain about the judging criteria.

But it doesn't matter. Feng Mu is not a data-conscious party, and he is too lazy to study the data conversion principle behind it. He belongs to the experience party.

In Feng Mu's view, the real strength cannot be measured by simple addition and subtraction.

Whether you can be invincible in the same level, or achieve a cross-level counter-kill, these need to be determined in a real life-and-death contest.

Only in actual combat can you truly test where your limits are!

The values ​​on the test sheet are, to put it bluntly, for coping with and filling out job resumes. In the final analysis, it is an intuitive and lazy way of talent assessment.

Li Bashan put away the test form, patted Feng Mu on the shoulder, and said in a muffled voice: "Junior brother, don't trust the data too much. Numbers are dead, but people are alive."

Feng Mu nodded gently, with a knowing look in his eyes: "Big Brother, don't worry, I understand."

Li Bashan nodded slightly with satisfaction, and then strode out of the martial arts hall.

Feng Mu turned back to the yard and continued his morning exercises, afternoon exercises, and evening exercises...

Feng Mu hardly stopped, but took the opportunity of lunch to consult with his second senior sister Liu Xie on some professional issues.

For example, he asked how to cleverly weave clues about the whereabouts of a dead person who seemed to be still alive, making everything look seamless;

He was also particularly worried that his sister might go astray, so he was eager to learn how to track the other party's location remotely and in real time;

In addition, he also asked Liu Xie whether the police department had some excellent sneak shooting tools so that he could conduct investigations more effectively.

Liu Xie listened quietly to the consultation of the junior brother. Her usually calm face looked at Feng Mu with a slightly strange look in her eyes.

However, Liu Xie still patiently answered all of Feng Mu's questions one by one. Her professional guidance benefited Feng Mu a lot.

During this process, the fifth brother Gong Qi listened with great interest, and his eyes showed a strong interest.

He showed his superb computer skills with great enthusiasm, and volunteered to provide strong technical support for the junior brother.

Gong Qi's fingers danced lightly on the keyboard, like a performer playing notes on the keys, and various strange software interfaces opened on the screen one by one.

He quickly and accurately entered a series of dazzling codes, then turned to Feng Mu and nodded, indicating that he should type the mobile phone number of "Feng Yuhuai" on the computer.

As Feng Mu's number was input, Gong Qi gently tapped the enter key, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said easily: "Junior brother's problem is easy to solve, a text message link is enough."

In order to ensure that everything is foolproof, Gong Qi cleverly used the virtual generated number and sent more than a dozen text messages in a row.

Hong Ya watched for a while, and she noticed that the junior brother seemed to pay too much attention to his sister Feng Yuhuai, and she couldn't help but murmured slightly in her heart.

She curled her lips lightly, and felt a little bored. At the same time, she was secretly startled in her heart, and a strong sense of urgency quietly arose.

She quickly ran back to the front desk, squatted on her throne, opened the laptop she got from the fifth senior brother, skillfully logged into the video website, and started watching dramas.

Hong Ya thought that she couldn't watch dramas tonight, and she had to strengthen her cultivation, so she had to watch dramas in advance during the day to make up for the lost time.

Although such an arrangement is a bit hard, in order to maintain the dignity and status of the junior sister, Hong Ya is willing to work hard for it.

……..

Prison No. 2, District 9.

The towering alloy wall is like an indestructible steel fortress, covered with an intricate high-voltage power grid. The flashing electric light reflects a layer of thickened tempered glass, like a transparent barrier, completely isolating the inside and outside world.

Under the glass, red cameras are densely packed. They are like the eyes of the devil, flashing cold red light in the dim light, overlooking everything below all the time, monitoring every move of the prisoners.

Inside the wall, there are irregular groups of holes, which are like carefully designed traps. The cold gun holes in the holes are arranged in a grim manner, as if they are deadly snake heads hidden in the dark, ready to pour out a terrifying metal storm when the warning is ineffective, and ruthlessly tear the prisoners in the square into pieces.

The cold metal door made a clanging sound, slowly opening a narrow gap, as if it was the entrance to another world.

Li Bashan had a blank expression on his face, and his footsteps stepped heavily on the cold stainless steel floor, echoing in the empty prison corridor.

He walked forward, expressionlessly passing through one heavy door after another. Each time he had to swipe his work card, and with the ticking sound of electronic identification, the gun head hanging on the door was stored back in the ceiling, and the door would click open.

This prison is cleverly divided into multiple unconnected areas by crisscrossing corridors and a sophisticated access control system, like a maze woven of steel.

Each prison area is given a number, as if through the numbering, this closed world is artificially dismembered into different territories:

Light prison area No. 1, here is a relatively relaxed place of imprisonment, imprisoning prisoners with lighter crimes;

The heavy prison area No. 2 is closed and solid, where prisoners with serious crimes who need to be strictly guarded are detained;

The death row area No. 3 is gloomy and silent, and is a cold station for prisoners sentenced to death to their final destination;

The VIP area No. 4 is like an isolated island in this prison, independent of the strictness and cruelty of other areas. It provides a relatively comfortable prison environment for prisoners with special identities, and is a gentle corner hidden behind severe sanctions;

The restricted area No. 5...

Each prison area is independent and operates independently. They are like territories in this closed territory.

In their respective territories, the heads of each prison area are the undisputed lords, holding the power of life and death in the territory.

And above these territories sits a nominally supreme king-the warden Qian Huan.

The warden's office area is located in the heart of this huge prison. It is not only a symbol of power, but also a traffic fortress connecting various prison areas. Like a mysterious hub, it controls the lifeblood of the entire prison.

This area is heavily guarded, and the defense force is unmatched in the entire prison.

What can be vaguely seen in the hole in the wall is not an ordinary gun muzzle, but a series of lasers flashing with cold light.

They are quietly dormant. Although they are currently in a closed state, Li Bashan knows that these cold machines can spray out terrifying high temperatures that are enough to melt all living things with just one second of activation.

In this area, every inch of space is full of potential threats, silently reminding anyone who tries to cross that the rules of the prison cannot be challenged.

Li Bashan walked through the laser channel fearlessly and knocked on the office of the warden Qian Huan.

"Come in!" A faint voice came from the door.

Li Bashan pushed the door open and walked straight to the desk. He walked straight to the desk, slapped his rough hands on the table, and neatly spread out an application for employment and a test form.

Qian Huan's eyes fell on Li Bashan's body that looked like a little giant, and his face, which was always deliberately stern, rarely showed a trace of helplessness.

He frowned slightly, sighed softly, and said: "Li Bashan, you always do this, which makes me, the warden, feel embarrassed!"

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