Battlefield Contract Worker

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Sergey very carefully took Lin Rui around the camera surveillance and moved forward slowly.

"We can't get in from the front, but the side is a good option.

This kind of old house, because Russia is located near the northern frigid zone, the temperature is very low, so the front of the building is designed with small windows to keep warm.

And there are usually few windows on the side. We don't have to worry about being discovered, of course, camera surveillance still has to be careful.

According to my observation, the camera monitoring here is likely to use an inductive alarm device. ' Sergey whispered.

"Induction alarm?" Lin Rui frowned, "What?"

"It's a surveillance technology that doesn't trigger an alarm when no large objects are moving in the surveillance footage.

But if a large object moves, the alarm will be triggered immediately. A common optoelectronic technique. ' Sergey whispered.

"It seems that these hackers know a lot." Lin Rui whispered.

"Not professional enough, but I know quite a lot." Sergey smiled.

Throughout the villa are complex nervous systems, wires buried in walls, ceilings and sometimes floors.

These wires connect to all bells and sirens, even door locks, precision microphones or TV scanners.

All surveillance or eavesdropping is of course in the hands of the monitors here.

However, these are not big problems for Sergey. Although they are a bit cumbersome, they are hardly any hindrance to him.

Soon they circled all the way to the wing and managed to enter through a window on the second floor, blending into the interior of the villa.

It seems that someone is arguing in the room on the second floor of the villa.

When Lin Rui and Sergey walked in, they just heard the movement.

They immediately found a place to hide, and secretly observed the movement in the room.

The room was sitting side by side behind a huge writing desk, with several people standing. One of them was wearing glasses, and it could be seen that the man was highly short-sighted, his eyes blinking behind thick lenses.

If the degree of glasses does not reach a certain level, it is impossible to have this effect.

The man with glasses threw a piece of paper on the writing table and pushed it forward. The other seemed to be the Gorpov they were looking for.

"Kass, they just handed this to me, your resignation. What does that mean?" Gorpov asked, tapping on the table.

"I want to get out of here," said Cass, the man with glasses, moving uneasily.

"Why? Did you get a better job elsewhere? If so, for whom? We have a right to know," Gorpov asked.

"I haven't found another job, and I haven't looked for it. Maybe I will look for it in the future." Cass, the man with glasses, slid his feet on the ground with an unhappy look on his face.

"Then why did you decide to go? We had a great time working together," Gorpov questioned him.

"I've had enough!" said the man with glasses, visibly irritable and restless.

"Enough?" Gorpov was puzzled. "What's enough?"

"Enough work here."

"Let's figure it out," Gorpov said, "You're a respected man who's been with us for two years.

So far, you seem to have been very satisfied. Your work is consistently top-notch, and no one has ever criticized your work or criticized you.

If you can keep this record, you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life. We give you protection.

Are you really going to give up a job that is both safe and beneficial? "

"Yes," said Cass, the man with glasses.

"And there's no better job at hand?"

"good."

Gorpov leaned back in his chair and stared at him thoughtfully: "You know what I'm thinking? I think you'd better see a doctor.

Cass, your problem is getting worse. "

"But I don't want to see it," said the man with glasses. "I don't need to—I don't plan to."

"He might diagnose you as being overworked and nervous. He might suggest that you take a good rest."

Gorpov persuaded, "Then you can take a long vacation and get paid. Go fishing in a quiet and relaxing place, and come back when the time is right.

At that point, you will feel energized. We can continue what we're going to do. "

"I have no interest in fishing."

"Then what are you interested in? What are you going to do after you leave here, someone who only looks at computers?"

"I want to walk around, take it easy for a while, and go wherever I want. I want to be free and free to walk as I want."

Gorpov frowned and interjected, "Are you going to leave us completely?"

"There is no such plan at the moment."

"From your profile, you were never issued a passport. So you should have no intention of leaving Russia," Gorpov continued.

"But I'd better warn you that if you do apply for a passport, you might run into some pretty embarrassing questions.

The information we have may be useful to the police. The government cannot ignore this fact. "

"Do you mean that you will provide this information to the police?" Cass asked, blushing slightly.

"Not at all—not in the current circumstances."

Gorpov said frankly, "At this moment, your character is beyond reproach. No one doubts your loyalty. But—"

"But what?"

"Things can change. A person wandering aimlessly, without a job, without an income, is bound to spend his savings in the end.

At that time, he will taste the taste of poverty, and the concept will start to change~www.wuxiahere.com~ Know what I mean? "

"When I'm fully prepared, I'll find a job at some point, somewhere. And I have enough money." Cass shook his head.

"Is that so?" Gorpov interjected, raising his eyebrows sarcastically. "Don't talk about getting a job, it's hard for you to talk to people."

"My qualifications don't prevent me from doing the dishes," Cass said. "If you don't mind, I think I'll let me solve my own problems in my own way. We agreed before that we were free to join and free to leave. ,yes?"

"But I want it to stay that way," Gorpov exclaimed, a little menacingly in his voice.

He sighed heavily, then commented, "If you have to go crazy all of a sudden, I can't stop you. So I'll accept your resignation, and I'll hand it over to headquarters.

But you better understand that this is not your resignation, it is your death letter!

If they decide to shoot you at dawn, that's up to them. He waved his hand. "You have to understand what the seventh group is!" Once you join, you cannot leave. "