The next day, a municipal maintenance vehicle was parked next to the sewer next to the outer wall of the community. I put on my fat overalls, rolled up my sleeves, jumped out of the car, and lit a cigarette as I picked up a crowbar.

As soon as I used force, the manhole cover was warped, and there was a foul smell, "I'll go, fortunately there is no biogas." I thought to myself. Pinched the cigarette in his hand and went down the ladder, this is the new area, as I expected, it is indeed the pipe gallery system, which is very spacious. I turned on the flashlight, and according to the observation, I should be inside the wall by walking 7 or 8 meters forward.

I wonder how clean the gallery is, but where does the smell come from? I walked forward and looked up from time to time to look up for my ideal exit, and after walking about 20 meters, a little light appeared above my head. I listened for a while below, there were no footsteps or cars passing by, and the birds seemed to be very close.

In this upscale neighborhood, the odds of manhole covers appearing in the woods seem to be much higher, and it seems that I am lucky. I stepped back in, closed the manhole cover inside, and headed inside. I slowly removed the tentative probe of the manhole cover in the community, but fortunately, everything was fine, and I successfully appeared in the green forest of this high-end community.

I took a few breaths of fresh air and took off my overalls and hid in the bushes, I didn't want the smell of sticky in the gallery to expose myself, and the color of my overalls was too conspicuous. I began to move into the places where these rich people lived.

Rows of small cottages are of different styles, tall, low, with pools, with gardens, with luxury cars, helicopters, and even helicopters. I don't know much about these things, and I don't bother to look at them in detail, and that's all I can describe.

I looked all the way and found that although the monitoring of the community is very dense, it is not aimed at the house. There is always a trade-off between personal safety and privacy security. The target's home is located in the middle of the complex, and the surrounding roads extend in all directions, far from the various exits of the complex, which is also troublesome.

The target's house is large, with lots of windows, not very fancy, marble fabrics plastered all over the exterior walls, and the glass is black, making it difficult to peek inside day and night. Outside the house was a simple fence wall, and there were a few small houses around it, which I think was probably where the bodyguards stayed.

As I walked, there were almost no people in the community, and it was abrupt to stand for too long. The surrounding buildings are not as tall as it, and obviously there is no use of guns. I scratched my head, lit a cigarette and swaggered out the door of the compound. The security guard at the door saluted me as I went out, and I thought to myself, I would be so grateful if you could give me a salute and catch me when I go out of here tonight.

I went to the side of the road to pick up my municipal maintenance car, and I hung up the phone in the car for Mousse, and after I told me about the process, he laughed on the other side of the phone. "Are you really going to get into the sewers, haha, it would be so convenient if I got a drone. ”

I couldn't help but grit my teeth and want to scold my mother, but I still lowered my voice and asked him, "Can your drone shoot bullets?"

"Big brother, I'm a drone, not a fighter, if I can shoot bullets, I've been addicted to being a killer... "Mousse is still lingering, chewing something in his mouth, looking like I'm happy if you're unlucky. "Such a big order, you dare to take it, your appetite is really too big, the previous paragraph also played the embodiment of justice, this time I see how you play. Haha"

"Alright. What I want to ask is will your drone blow itself up. I interrupted his laughter.

"Self-destructing? That's impossible, it's very safe, why would you want to use a drone to blow yourself up for a suicide attack, if you could, you'd need about five hundred drones. ”

"I can't afford that, how much does it cost to ask you to buy a drone that can self-ignite and set on fire? ”

"The drone doesn't have much money, but the cost of technical modification... ”

"Speak directly about the price and try to be as quiet as possible. Yes. ”

"One hundred thousand, is this sound small enough?" came the voice from Mousse's side that was about to die.

"I mean, keep the drone's voice quiet, try not to let any light out. Yes. I came back a little speechless.

"Is 100,000 yuan okay?" Mousse asked in a low voice.

"Yes. ”

"Then make a deal, hahaha" His laughter came from the other side of the phone again.

"Before nightfall. Before he could finish laughing, I added another sentence and hung up.

All the way home, I also had some preparations to do before nightfall, such as wiping the gun.