Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 148 Infiltrating (add more)
The Beekman, a Thompson Hotel, Ninth Floor.

Su Enxi was sitting on the sofa wearing a pink bathrobe, her wet hair was wrapped in a towel, otherwise she was obviously naked, with two slender legs crossed, wearing little white rabbit cotton slippers, with a A steaming piece of sausage beef pizza.

There is a laptop on the table in front of her, with paper and pens next to it, a cup of hot milk and torn Korean barbecue flavored potato chips.

Mai Shutoku was lying on the edge of the sofa, wearing a loose short shirt, a pair of shorts, and the latest issue of Time Magazine on his face.

Suddenly, she kicked her perfectly curvy legs onto Su Enxi's thighs, and shouted: "It's so boring! Potato chip girl, why did the boss arrange tasks for you and not me! It's just a hard drive, let me Just go and get it."

"The boss must have a reason for doing this." Su Enxi swallowed the whole pizza into her mouth and chewed, tapped her fingers on the keyboard, and gave Mai Yi a sideways look, "Take your stinky feet away. Go to sleep, or go to some high-class ball to catch men like you usually do, and don't disturb my work here."

"Don't you know how many people want me to step on them? I really don't know what to do." Mai retracted her legs, sat up, and the whiteness of her chest was about to come out.

"Then go and step on them!" Su Enxi laughed disdainfully, "Every day, I dress up beautifully, we have only been in New York for a few days? The men who drive you back every night are different. How many boyfriends do you change every year? Don't you know what to do?"

"I just have the world in my heart and want to share my love with boys all over the world."

"Hmph!" Su Enxi pursed her mouth, looked down, and then continued typing on the keyboard angrily.

"Potato chip girl, is Lu Mingfei leaving yet?" Jiu De Mai suddenly leaned over, his face was very close to Su Enxi, and he could smell the faint scent of roses on her body, and the black hair brushed Su Enxi's neck, tickling of.

"Keep your two lumps of fat away!" Su Enxi pushed Mai Yi away like a furry, "He has already jumped off the terrace, don't disturb me! I want to block the radar signal! I don't have time to play with you!"

"Cut." Mai curled her lips, uninterestedly picked up the potato chips on the table, and stuffed large handfuls into her mouth.

Lu Mingfei calmly observed the red light beams around him, and quickly fired the hook to walk between the tall buildings.

The black combat uniform blended into the night, and he had to speed up to avoid sudden emergencies. The sooner he went back, the less accidents would happen.

Soon, he came to a familiar neighborhood. The buildings in Brooklyn were old and the most important thing was that they were poorly maintained. The walls were corroded and peeled off by the rain, but no new painters came to restore them.

Lu Mingfei was hiding on the distant rooftop, looking down from above.

Old Tang’s apartment does not have an elevator and only has the sixth floor. From the outside, it looks similar to when he came here in August, but there are a few more sentry posts, a total of seven, and two guards in security uniforms are arranged for each observation post. , there is also a barbecue stall among the stalls along the street. The owner is a middle-aged man with a beard. From the outline of his face, he is a handsome guy.

I'm afraid the whole street is full of commissioners on guard.

They surrounded the old apartment so tightly that they could see through the goggles that almost all the night around them was filled with red light.

A resident went downstairs to take out the garbage. This is a tenant in the apartment.

In order to restore the original life of the Dragon King, the executive department did not block the building, but bought the real estate certificate of the old house from the landlord for 1000 million US dollars, so as not to interfere with these people.

They didn't know that the landlord behind them changed hands, and they didn't know that more than a dozen people watched them every day, wrote reports, and submitted them to the laboratory for analysis by researchers.

The researchers believe that "Norton" must have his reasons for living here. They believe that there is something hidden in his subconscious, and some clues can be found among these seemingly unrelated people and things.

It is not an easy thing to sneak into it.

These guards will not just walk over to check stupidly just because you throw a pottery shard and make a noise, and then you will be dragged into the haystack with a sap. The best way is to pretend to be a tenant. Normal tenants will not be banned. in and out.

But tenants are being watched, and opportunities are hard to come by.

Lu Mingfei could only venture through the blind spot between the surveillance cameras.

Those electronic eyes are rotating and not fixed in a certain position. They can see that there are cameras on the outer walls of each floor, and those red cone beams are staggered and separated as time goes by.

Every once in a while, a thin slit will appear briefly, but the rotation of these cameras seems to follow a chaotic algorithm, monitoring everything without predicting.

Lu Mingfei pondered carefully on the rooftop, but after watching for 5 minutes, he couldn't see why.

There is no other way but to force it, relying on the reaction!
He circled around with a hook and approached the apartment little by little, like a ghost in the dark night, gliding silently in the sky.

Old Tang's room was in the backlit area, on the fifth floor. It was hot in summer and cold in winter, and he had to climb stairs. It was indeed one of the worst locations.

This room is in the middle of the mezzanine between the two floors, and there are no windows from the outside, and the room on one side of the light-receiving area has a balcony.

There is no protective iron fence installed on the balcony. After all, the people who live here are poor people who rent houses. They are too lazy to install them, and they are not afraid of thieves.

Lu Mingfei picked a room on the sixth floor, waited quietly for the opportunity, shot the hook rope, and shot through it like a feathered arrow that was shot out quickly. The twisted movement is like a slippery loach passing through the black slit.

It landed perfectly, without even making a sound.

Just the moment he stepped onto the balcony, Lu Mingfei heard strange groans, like the sound of some strange little movie, coming from the bedroom next door.

He listened attentively, and heard the rapid breathing of a vigorous man.

This man who lives alone seems to be relieving his loneliness in a lonely night.

Lu Mingfei nodded in understanding, and entered the room lightly. There is no red beam here, and Kassel still respects the privacy of all tenants.

In order not to scare the single man, Lu Mingfei carefully opened the door and left lightly.

Afterwards, he followed his memory to the fifth floor, groped the blind corner of the surveillance all the way, and came to the familiar door.

The same as when we left, nothing changed at all, a dilapidated iron door with rust on the railing.

Everything in this room remains the same, including the door lock, which has not been replaced with new ones, and no other high-tech equipment has been installed, just to keep the original flavor, and to use the state closest to the life of "Norton" as a human being. study him.

Relying on the lockpicking skills he learned from "Criminal Minds", Lu Mingfei easily opened the old door lock with a wire.

In class, in order to let the students experience the most real criminal psychology, the teacher took the students to experience various crime scenes. Among them, in addition to picking locks, there are also bus theft, silent tailgating, and counterfeit money for real money.
I am grateful to the teachers at Kassel College for being so professional, and also to myself for studying hard. Otherwise, Lu Mingfei would have to use violence to open the door, which would inevitably arouse the vigilance of the surveillance personnel.

(End of this chapter)