218. Spy on the island in the middle of the lake

At 2:30 a.m., Mo Lei, Gao Bing, and Zhao Lang sat in a rubber boat and anchored on the shore of the huge Caiersang Lake in Central Park on 17th Street, observing the target's dark residence through night vision goggles. They concluded that, with the exception of a small fixed guard, including a man guarding the guardhouse at the front gate and a few patrolmen, the main body of the house was unguarded. This made the three of them a little surprised, after all, in addition to Gao Bing, Mo Lei and Zhao Lang were both injured.

Although there may be cameras and motion detectors, and even acoustic detection equipment, these have long been expected by the three Mo Lei brothers. The most dangerous part is not the fear of revealing their whereabouts, but the fear of whether that team will have heavy weapons or whether there will be a second team hiding in unknown areas.

The dinghy and the scuba gear were rented from a professional diving instructor association not far from 17th Street. Although Mo Lei, Gao Bing and Coyote all have rich diving experience, Mo Lei is short of water, and the number of dives of the three of them combined in this life is not as good as that of Warcraft Zhou Rui - because Zhou Rui once took his woman Athena to be a diving instructor in the Caribbean for a whole year. But he also told the coyote that the water was calm and that he wouldn't dive too deep or stay too long.

The small dinghy was not ideal for the mission, and the scuba equipment they wore was not satisfactory, but it was the only one that was easier to get their hands on. Nixon left a contact information for Mo Lei, but Mo Lei did not want to call the above number at all. So when the coyote complained that the diving equipment was not good enough, Mo Lei just reminded him that he had to adapt and overcome. Of course, he knew the coyote was just joking.

If they do want to sneak into that house from underwater, a rebreathing device is a better option. Because that regulator doesn't release air bubbles, but reuses exhaled air with fresh oxygen. Breathing equipment was decisive for clandestine diving, and the most basic trainee-style equipment they rented from a recreational dive shop would bubble up as they dived, but fortunately they didn't plan to get too close to the house and get noticed before they even got out of the water.

After the dinghy broke down, they quietly dived into the water. Before Gao Bing climbed out of the rubber boat and put on his fins, he handed Mo Lei and the coyote several heavy waterproof boxes placed in the rubber boat. Soon, they each had a box in their hands, swam to a depth of three meters of water, and after finding the target location with the diving computer, Mo Lei took the lead and swam in turn in the direction indicated by the compass alignment, and the coyote swam in the second place, behind the Gao Bing Palace.

The thumping of Mo Lei's heart and the sizzle of breathing through the regulator valve intertwine to create a strange, high-tech sound effect. Swimming forward wrapped in warm, dark water, he felt a sense of isolation and loneliness. Fortunately, he knew that there were two brothers of life and death a few meters behind him, and there was a slight and rhythmic pressure on their flippers when they tread water, which made Mo Lei know that the brothers were with him, and his heart was a lot more steady.

After swimming in the water for ten minutes, the coyote's forehead finally lightly touched Mo Lei's oxygen cylinder. The two of them had stopped on a sand ladder just over two meters deep, with a slope that led from the water to the narrow sand beach in front of the luxury home. Mo Lei used the faint red light of the flashlight to signal to the two Gao Bing and Coyote who had also arrived, and found the location where to put the diving equipment. They bundled up their written equipment and stuffed it under a large mountain rock. Then everyone took a long, deep breath with the regulator and began to walk out of the water. They were dressed from head to toe in black rubber suits and held waterproof cases with the best equipment Charles could offer.

Ten minutes after leaving the lake behind him, Mo Lei, Gao Bing and Coyote came to a dark house. The third one further up is the mansion of Vaux. The building they were in had no walls, and naturally there were no patrols, so they guessed that there were no motion sensors installed here.

Behind a large, dry swimming pool, the three of them began to install the equipment they had taken out of the waterproof box, and they worked together for ten minutes to prepare. Just after three o'clock in the morning, Mo Lei gave two thumbs up to the two brothers in the dark, indicating that it was done. Gao Bing sat down with his back to the wall of the pool, put on his video glasses, and pulled out a shoebox-sized remote-controlled model from a box.

From now on, knowing that the surveillance equipment has been deployed is a matter for the high soldiers. He is an apprentice taught by the five-step snake Shi Zhong, and he is not proficient, but he knows more than Mo Lei and the coyote.

A miniature radio-controlled helicopter was parked on the fold-out plastic tarmac a few meters away, and an infrared camera hung from the brick tower at the bottom.

With a propeller diameter of less than 40 centimeters, the whole device looks like an expensive children's toy. However, judging from the sound of the airplane's engine, it is not a toy, and the motor noise it emits is less than 30 percent of that of an ordinary remote-controlled aircraft of the same size. The equipment also has payload capacity, which can be achieved by the operator releasing the locking device on the belly of the aircraft.

The German manufacturer of the miniature helicopter sells it as a remote observation and transport device for the industrial and biowaste industries, allowing operators to observe hazardous areas from a distance, transport remote cameras and monitoring equipment, and more. Charles was not a professional intelligence agency, and he couldn't find better and more suitable equipment, but he knew that Mo Lei and the others were only three people, and they had to do everything they could to provide high-tech means to reduce their danger.

Gao Bing is going to deploy five payloads in a miniature helicopter tonight, so not a minute can be wasted before sending it into the night sky.

After letting the small plane rise to a position about fifteen meters above the "tarmac", Gao Bing's fingers deftly moved to a switch on the right side of the remote control device, and by operating it, the camera on the turret under the nose was tilted at a ninety degree angle, and from the glasses he looked down on Mo Lei and the coyote tightly squeezed into the darkest part of the pool. He whispered to Mo Lei, "Set the path." ”

Mo Lei, who was sitting next to the coyote, was opening a laptop, and the screen was also showing the image from the camera of the small plane, Mo Lei pressed a button to create a route in the memory of the miniature plane, so that when the command was issued again, the navigator and autopilot on the plane would take it directly to the set coordinates.

After typing a few keys on the computer, Mo Lei told Gao Bing, "The path is set. ”

Next, Gao Bing will fly a small plane to an altitude of 60 meters and fly over the two houses between him and Vaux's mansion, and the camera will always tilt slightly downwards during the flight, allowing him to monitor the road ahead.

The target of the small plane was the huge air conditioning vent on the roof of the Volks. Gao Bing did not let the plane descend immediately, but turned the camera into thermal infrared mode and began to search for Vaux's security team. He wasn't so much worried that anyone would see the device stop in the darkness on the roof, but rather about its noise. Although the sound of the helicopter's motor is inaudible, it is not absolutely silent, not to mention that the house below it and the road where it is located are in the dead of night. The soldiers were to make 100% sure that there were no guards on the roof, and that there were no sentries around the garden in the northeast part of the house.

Gao Bing is also concerned about other limitations of the technology, as the microhelicopter is not a military product, and its manufacturing materials and equipment are too light, so it is very susceptible to wind speeds. Even if you have a built-in gyroscope to control stability, be careful not to blow the wind and go off course and crash into a wall or a tree. While raising the height or going back to the set path would solve the problem, he knew that once he was close to the ground, he wouldn't have much time to allow himself to react in time.

Scanning slowly from the video glasses, Gao Bing's eyes could only see images captured from a tiny camera 120 meters away from a height of 60 meters. He and Mo Lei were both keeping an eye on the task at hand, with the coyote in charge of security, kneeling on the edge of the pool and holding a 9mm Yalikingrachi pistol equipped with a silencer in his left hand, scanning through the infrared scope for possible danger.

Gao Bing saw through his glasses that the first person's thermal image appeared at the front door, and then the second person, who was standing outside the guardhouse and was supposed to be chatting with the first person. Scanning the house further, he spotted a third man, lazily patrolling the tennis court--helipad. Gao Bing concluded that none of the three could hear the minihelicopter.

He finally had a second to wipe away the beads of sweat that were about to run from his brow and into his eyes, and the whole task was to make decisions at his fingertips and in a matter of minutes.

"I'm here I go." He reported softly. Then gently touch the Y-axis joystick on the remote control and lower the buzzing helicopter to forty-five meters, then forty meters, then thirty meters. He used his camera to quickly glance at the guardhouse at the front door, and then at the tarmac. The three guards were positioned to facilitate his mission below, and he glanced at the roof again, where it was also safe.

At this time, a strong wind blew the plane to the left, and he used the X-axis lever of the remote control to make a movement in the opposite direction to resist the force, but the strong mountain wind almost blew the helicopter to the ground. There was also a spare miniature plane in the waterproof box, but it would be a waste of time to send it back. They had decided that if the first one failed, they would trade the second plane for the first one, because they didn't want to leave a radio-controlled plane with high-tech cameras and video transmission on Vaux's turf.

Mo Lei approached Gao Bing and whispered, "It's okay, I'm trying." ”