Chapter 182 Bronze Treasure Box, the Most Important Task Every Day Is

Crack—a crisp sound echoed in Feng Mu's ears, as if an ancient bronze treasure chest was violently pried open, revealing a long-forgotten secret.

[Congratulations on receiving the following generous rewards:

1. Special skill point*1, adding bricks and tiles to your ability.

2. A D-level gene injection, containing the power of evolution, waiting for your activation.

3. The equipment grid is unlocked, with a C-level lottery ticket.

4. You got...]

Clang—

The door of the dressing room was suddenly pushed open roughly, and Tian Tao's burly figure came into view.

His brows were furrowed, his face was a little impatient, and his voice was a little rude: "You are so slow, changing clothes is so slow, you shouldn't come to Prison No. 2, you should apply for transfer to Prison No. 6."

There are a total of nine large prisons in District 9, among which Prison No. 6 is a women's prison.

The process of receiving the reward was interrupted. Feng Mu turned his head gently and his eyes fell on Tian Tao, the captain of the A Division of the No. 1 prison area.

A hint of apology appeared on his face, and his voice was gentle and humble: "Sorry, captain, I accidentally delayed some time when I was sorting my belt."

The A Division is divided into three floors according to the corridor level. Each floor is patrolled and governed by a group of prison guards. At the same time, each floor is equipped with a captain.

Feng Mu was assigned to the second floor, and the person standing in front of him at this moment was Tian Tao, his direct captain, who was also the confidant of the division chief Chang Wei.

Tian Tao snorted contemptuously, and his short and strong body, like an agitated calf, turned around and knocked the door open again.

At the same time, he said in an extremely impatient tone: "Come with me, I will take you through the work process. You'd better engrave all of this in your mind at once."

"Why do I feel that the leaders in my prison are so angry? You should all be transferred to Prison No. 6 to vent your anger."

Feng Mu followed closely behind, closing the door gently, but thinking kindly in his heart,

"Forget it, it's the same if I come. I will bear the burden in the future and help you vent your anger."

Feng Mu is a helpful person. He looked at Tian Tao's back without any anger, but his eyes were full of "love", as if he was looking at a solid moving upgrade experience package.

"Yes, I just changed into the most common prison guard uniform, and the inheritance degree moved accordingly. And I have the captain, the division chief, the district chief, the prison warden above me... Then, won't my inheritance degree rise and rise in the future?!!"

Feng Mu's eyes seemed to be flowing with hot magma. He looked at this cold prison, the faces of the prisoners or colleagues passing by, and felt unprecedented warmth all over his body.

Feng Mu suddenly realized: "My previous views were too superficial. It turns out that not only the prisoners can be the nutrients for my growth, but also every colleague and leader in the prison, they also contain rich nutritional value."

At this moment, Feng Mu felt that his ideological awareness was extremely sublimated. He finally realized the most effective way to improve [inheritance degree] - promotion!

"It's easier to do things when you put on official clothes. The bigger the official uniform, the easier it is to do things. I didn't expect that even the system can't be immune to this. This is the unbreakable truth in the world." Feng Mu realized.

After Feng Mu understood, the core principle of upgrading the [inheritance degree] emerged in his mind:

"Kill more people, wear bigger official uniforms, grab both hands, and both hands must be strong, neither can be missing."

Tian Tao felt a chill on his back for no reason. He turned his head and glared at Feng Mu: "What are you looking at?"

Feng Mu answered honestly: "The captain's uniform is better looking than mine."

"That's right, prison uniforms are made according to specifications, and the fabric of my uniform is much more expensive than yours." Tian Tao's face was slightly relieved, and he said angrily: "Don't flatter me, it's useless, you know."

Throughout the morning, Feng Mu followed Tian Tao's steps and carefully studied the daily work process of the prison area.

Although Tian Tao's attitude seemed extremely bad, Feng Mu remained unusually humble and disciplined.

He always held a small notebook in his hand, and recorded all the work processes dictated by Tian Tao in a timely and meticulous manner.

This scene, like a silent drama, was seen by many prisoners and prison guards. Various expressions appeared on their faces, including surprise, curiosity, and disdain.

On the third floor of the corridor, Chang Wei stood in front of the railing, looking down at the scene on the second floor opposite with a cold look.

Feng Mu's performance reminded him of Ma Xuan's performance when he first entered the prison.

At that time, Ma Xuan was just like Feng Mu now, following him closely with a notebook every day, loyal and diligent.

Time flies, and now Ma Xuan is no longer his follower, but has become equal to him. Even in the eyes of Zhou Hu, the warden of the prison, Ma Xuan has received more praise and respect than himself.

Chang Wei curled his lips in contempt, revealing undisguised sarcasm in his tone:

"It's just a show, what a pity, we have already sentenced you to death, your show will not last for a few days, and no one is destined to support you."

However, Chang Wei obviously did not understand that pretending is a rare skill in itself, and not everyone can master it.

And who said that no one would watch this show? Feng Mu's performance was not meant for him or Zhou Hu and a few others.

"What are you writing?"

Tian Tao suddenly turned his head, snatched the notebook from Feng Mu's hand, flipped through two pages, sneered, tore up the pages full of writings, crumpled them into pieces and threw them to the ground.

"Write it down in a notebook to fool the devil. You have to remember every word I say in your mind." Tian Tao said unceremoniously.

After that, Tian Tao threw the torn notebook back to Feng Mu and shouted coldly: "This is a prison, not a school. A bad pen is useless. What you need to manage the prisoners well is not a pen, but an electric baton."

Tian Tao pulled out the electric baton from his waist and hit it hard on the iron bars of cell 211. There was a muffled sound and a sizzling arc of electricity.

The prisoners in the cell were all startled by this sudden movement and stood up. Their bodies tensed up and their eyes showed fear and uneasiness.

Tian Tao opened the cell door expressionlessly. He glanced at the number sewn on the prisoner's chest, and his voice was extremely cold:

"0217, it's been three days since you were transferred to prison, and no one has deposited money for you outside. Do you plan to live in prison for free?"

Prisoner 0217 turned pale and said in a trembling voice: "No one in my family is here anymore, my friends can't be reached on the phone, and all the money in my bank card has been withdrawn."

Tian Tao sneered: "There is too little money in your card. It is only enough for your accommodation this month, not enough for your food."

Prisoner 0217 seemed to want to defend something, but Tian Tao had lost his patience. His voice became sinister and cold, interrupting the prisoner:

"Since there are no relatives outside, that means no one in this world cares whether you are alive or dead, right?"

Before he finished speaking, the electric baton suddenly swung down, making a series of dull sounds, like the dull sound of a drum.

Bang! Bang! Bang! There were three short but powerful impacts, followed by a heart-stopping crisp sound. 0217's forehead was sunken, and a shocking blood pit opened.

His body fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground, his face was blackened by the electric shock.

Tian Tao knelt down and wiped off the blood on the electric baton with 0217's prison uniform, then slowly stood up and said to Feng Mu, who seemed to be stunned and motionless:

"Remember, this is your most important job every day in prison - collecting money!"

Tian Tao patted Feng Mu on the shoulder with his blood-stained hands and said quietly:

"Unlike other prisons in District 9, our No. 2 Prison does not receive subsidies from the government. It is self-supporting and self-financing. Therefore, they are our food and clothing parents. Whether we can eat or not depends on whether you take good care of us. Your parents are your bread and butter.”

Feng Mu's eyes flashed violently.

Tian Tao sneered: "210, 211, 212, 213, 214, these five rooms will be under your control from now on. The money will be turned in and counted every Monday, and it will be recorded in the team's performance. If the standard is not met, wages will be deducted, so don't let it happen." Brothers, you will be hungry when the time comes, do you understand?"

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