Hong Kong Comprehensive: Starting from the dispatch of generals from Kuling

Then there is no problem!

Huang Chen's thoughts turned, and all doubts disappeared.

It seems that some will play in the future!

He felt a little better for no reason, and his eyes fell on the control panel again. After a short thought, he quickly decided on the option.

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Seeing this reminder, Huang Xing's eyes lit up slightly, and he seemed to see the future direction of development.

"what--"

At this time, there was a scream in front of him suddenly, and Huang Xing looked over, his eyes widened involuntarily.

I almost forgot this, the prison inspection needs to look at the back door.

How to do?

Huang Xing looked around, and the screams really caused the other prisoners to feel uncomfortable, and they felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, writhing around on the bench as if they had scabies on their buttocks.

A prison guard stared and shouted, "Sit down for me, straighten your back, keep your legs together, and put your hands on your knees!"

As he spoke, he waved the rubber baton in his hand to enhance deterrence.

"Lu Wenbin!"

"Lu Wenbin?"

"Oh oh—here!"

After calling twice in succession, Huang Xing realized that he was calling himself, and got up quickly.

Because he stood up too quickly, he lost his balance, and his limbs inadvertently touched the wall behind him.

Seeing this scene, the prison guard next to him widened his eyes and wanted to say something.

Huang Xing had already walked quickly to the desk.

The white coat looked at the form in hand, and said weakly, "Lu Wenbin, right?"

"Yes--"

Huang Xing nodded obediently, but before he finished speaking, the wall behind him exploded.

This unexpected explosion shattered the entire wall, splashing bricks and gravel, causing the preparation room to be thrown into chaos.

Huang Xing groaned, took the opportunity to lie down, and had already spotted the open space, closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

He took a form from the table and pasted it on his chest.

Under the cover of smoke and dust, no one noticed that the moment the snow-white paper was attached to the skin, it gradually disappeared from the edge.

In the blink of an eye, large areas of scratches appeared on the area covered by the white paper.

Although there was no bleeding, it was shocking enough just from the surface.

The alarm bell rang suddenly, and soon there were noisy footsteps from the rooms on the left and right sides.

"What's going on? Where did the explosion come from?"

"Hurry up! It's the preparation room!"

"No, there are wounded people, save them quickly and send them to the infirmary!"

Huang Xing closed his eyes, listening to all kinds of shouts one after another, he could hear it just from the sound, a group of people rushed in.

Soon, he felt that someone picked him up and put him on a stretcher, and left the place quickly dangling.

In the infirmary, patients wearing hospital gowns and bandages in different positions sat on the beds, watching curiously five or six guys being carried in and thrown on the bed.

A guy with a cast on his leg and a crutch leaned over with a playful smile on his face.

"Sir, why are there so many people here suddenly? Is it a prison riot?"

The medical staff had just finished treating the wounds of a group of people, and they were upset at this moment. When they saw someone pushing the gun, they immediately glared and scolded: "You riot, you big-headed ghost! This is something you can know Hurry up and go back to bed, or I'll make a report saying that you don't listen to discipline, and I'll make you angry!"

"Don't, don't, don't ask if you don't want to ask, don't get angry!"

The man hurriedly laughed along, shrank back, raised his hands, and sat on the bed very well-behaved, to show that he was very well-behaved.

The medical staff glared at him and left quickly with a few nurses.

After the administrators left, there were only a dozen or so prisoners left in the large ward.

One laughed and said, "Ah Zheng, have you eaten turtles again?"

The crippled man smiled indifferently: "He is shy. When he is with me in private, he has a good attitude. I am showing him face!"

"cut!"

A group of prisoners raised their middle fingers together, showing disdain.

Ah Zheng didn't care, he smiled and took out a cigarette from the leg that was in the cast, smelled it greedily in front of his nose, and put it on his ear.

"However, I can guess that these guys are probably related to the big explosion just now!"

"Can you guess this too?" Some prisoners wondered.

"Just kidding, I'm Ah, okay?"

Ah Zheng curled his lips in disdain: "Today, Monday, when they officially entered the prison, these guys are all new faces, obviously they are newcomers!"

A prisoner realized something, rubbed his chin and pondered: "Could it be that something went wrong in the reception room for freshmen?"

Ah Zheng clapped his hands: "Nine out of ten!"

He turned his head to look at a few newcomers, and suddenly found something, stood up, walked over step by step with a cane, reached out and patted a person's foot.

"Hey, brother, stop pretending to be asleep, I just saw you blink!"

The man had no choice but to do it. He looked around and saw that everyone was staring at him, so he instinctively lowered his head.

Ah Zheng sat down beside his bed familiarly, and said, "What's your name?"

"Lu Jiayao!"

"Ayao!"

Ah Zheng patted Lu Jiayao on the shoulder, "What happened just now? Are you... a big riot?"

He pointed to several wounded who were brought in together, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Lu Jiayao was silent for a moment, looked at Ah Zheng, and then at the other people who were very curious, and said in a low voice: "Why do you ask knowingly? Haven't you already guessed it?"

Ah Zheng was stunned, and it took him a while to slap his thigh: "Damn, I guessed it right, so explosive? What's going on?"

Lu Jiayao shook his head and remained silent.

"Hey, tell me, we are very strict!"

Lu Jiayao shook his head again: "I don't know, it's just... suddenly!"

Ah Zheng stared at him for a while, then shrugged suddenly, and said: "It seems that you really don't know anything, let me look forward to it for nothing!"

Hearing this, the other prisoners also showed disappointment.

……

Below, the Commissioner's Office.

Several directors of the Correctional Services Department with flowers on their shoulders promised to sit on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another, and no one was in the mood to talk.

The office door was slammed open and slammed against the wall with a bang.

Everyone frowned and immediately stood up to salute.

"Good morning, sir!"

Standing outside the door was a man in his 50s wearing the costume of the Chief Inspector Prison Guard. His face was gloomy and he exuded a negative aura.

Facing everyone's greetings, he didn't say a word, his eyes were like knives, and he passed these people one by one, and walked into the office coldly.

"what happened?"

The director walked behind the desk and asked coldly.

Several directors looked at each other, and one of them bit the bullet and said: "Sir, this may be an accident!"

"Accident?" The director's eyes were full of disbelief. He pointed to his nose, then pointed to the director who was speaking: "Do you regard me as an idiot, or yourself as an idiot? Are you lying to ghosts? It's hurt now." There are so many people!"

The man smiled wryly: "It's not sir. After the incident happened, we immediately asked the police to help, and a group of explosives disposal teams were dispatched there to analyze and inspect the traces..."

"And then? Go ahead!"

The man swallowed, and looked at the others as if asking for help, and the others all looked away in unison, refusing to accept the pot thrown by the other party.

The man had no choice but to continue: "The result of the analysis is... there is no trace of explosives!"

"what?"

The director was slightly stunned: "What do you mean without traces of explosives?"

"That is, there are no explosives left in the extraction site! In other words, this is not an explosion, but a construction accident!"

The man bit the bullet and finished speaking, and the scene was silent.

The director's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Are you telling me a joke?"

"No, sir! It's all true! The police force was also surprised by this result. There are also several experts from the explosive ordnance disposal team who are very interested in this and are applying for a report.

Moreover, I also consulted the professor of architecture at Hong Kong Island University afterwards, and after communicating with him during the work, the other party promised to issue an explanation..."

"What explanation?"

"That's...that's..." the man stammered.

The director knocked on the table impatiently: "Say it!"

"It's about the lack of funds, which leads to major loopholes in the stress of prison-related buildings..."

The place was quiet.