209, night attack on Palazzi Manor

At twelve o'clock in the morning, three escort cars escorted a black Mercedes-Benz from the city towards Pengla District, and a black Land Rover followed unhurriedly on the road a few hundred meters behind. The four cars in front of them drove straight into the Palazzi estate, and the Land Rover drove two intersections in the other direction.

At 12:30 a.m., the headlights illuminated a corner of the brick wall. In the stolen black Land Rover, Mo Lei stepped on the accelerator and glanced at the odometer with his peripheral vision, wondering the distance from the brick wall to the iron gate - about 600 meters. The iron gates of the manor house in Palazzi are closed and controlled by electronic devices, which are also protected by an electronic alarm system.

The Land Rover drove to the end of the brick wall, and the distance from the iron gate to the end was 100 meters higher than the distance from the starting point to the iron gate. There was a forest inside and outside the walls, and Palazzi's house was built in the middle of the forest in the walls. He released the throttle, slowed down, and searched for an open space in the woods on the side of the road to hide the Land Rover.

There is a suitable gap between the two trees directly in front of the headlights, and next to a cluster of colorful horsetails, there are two leafy rain trees. Mo Lei turned the head of the car and drove into the natural cave made of branches and leaves, stopping as far away from the road as possible. Turn off the engine, get out of the car, turn back to the road, and pick up the collapsed colorful horsetail as you go. Until you are only about 6 or 7 meters away from the road. Standing on the shoulder of the road, he looked back at the camouflage: it was nearly one o'clock in the morning, it was dark, and there were no lights, and that was enough.

After checking the weapons on his body, Mo Lei raised his legs and walked towards the brick wall of the Palazi family's mansion. If he was able to get in over the wall without triggering any alarms, it would not be difficult to enter the mansion in itself. There is no electronic scanner in the forest, and any pull wire or infrared alarm can easily be triggered by birds. The only thing that is under surveillance is certainly inside and outside the brick walls.

In the dim light, Mo Lei raised his hand to touch the bricks of the brick wall, there was no trace of any touch device on the wall, on the surface, this was an ordinary brick wall.

Mo Lei knew very well that this was just an inducing trap.

With the ability to gain a foothold in Soacha, the largest city in the province of Kundilamarca, and become the boss of the biggest gang, Palazie's security is unlikely to be as low-level as it seems.

On Mo Lei's right side was a tall oak tree, its branches growing past the top of the wall, but not reaching into the wall.

Moved his limbs in a small area in place, jumped up, Mo Lei found the strength in the bark with both hands, sandwiched the trunk between his knees, climbed a few times, and then climbed the lowest branch and bud, hooked his right leg upward, turned over and sat with his back against the trunk. He held the tree with both hands, leaned forward, and looked down at the top of the wall in the dim light—as expected.

The concrete wall is topped by a cross-winding plastic pipe with wire wrapped around it. Mo Lei knew that the plastic pipeline was a mixture of air and liquid, and the wire was connected with enough voltage to prevent the plastic pipeline from being scratched by animals. The air pressure in the tube is carefully adjusted, and as long as it carries a certain weight, it will immediately sound an alarm.

At the other end of the line is the building's guardhouse, where the electronics can pinpoint the location as soon as they are alerted. Mo Lei knew that this system was difficult to crack, even if one strand was cut, there were five or six other strands that could exert the same effect, and besides, the pressure exerted when the knife cut the pipeline was enough to trigger the alarm.

However, being difficult to crack is not the same as impossible to crack after all: the solution is to burn. The fire quickly melts the plastic and releases the air inside the line without worrying about the pressure generated when using the knife. At this time, the alarm of the system error failure will be triggered, and the staff can only start from the place where the system starts, that is, a certain location very close to the mansion.

Mo Lei calculated the distance between the edge of the branch and the top of the wall, and if he could hook his leg somewhere at the far end of the branch, swing his body, and hold the top edge of the wall with one hand, he could free up one hand and use a lighter to cauterize the plastic pipe.

Fortunately, a lighter was also purchased in the evening. Mo Lei praised his prophet in his heart, teasing himself to relieve stress and physical discomfort. He pulled the lighter out of his pocket, turned the butane switch to the maximum, and tried to twist it, and the flames popped out and burned so hard that they almost burned his fake beard.

The fire is too big and needs to be turned down.

After taking a few deep breaths on the tree, Mo Lei tensed the muscles of his right leg, relaxed his left leg, and bent down to hold the edge of the top of the wall with his left hand. He stabilized his body, slowed his breathing, and began to adjust to the upside-down world. The rapidly congested brain made him a little uncomfortable, and his eyes swelled with pain. He twisted his neck slightly, then turned on the lighter, bringing the flame closer to the first line.

There was a crackle of electronics, then the pipes began to turn black and melt, and air slammed out. Mo Lei didn't dare to waste time, and immediately set out to deal with the second one side by side, this pipeline seemed to explode like a cannonball, and the sound was similar to the gunfire of an air gun. The third line expands when heated, turning into a small bubble.

No, if there are bubbles, I think there is pressure! Mo Lei hurriedly moved the flame closer to the bubble to let it burst, holding his breath and waiting for the alarm to sound, fortunately, the alarm did not go off, and the problem should have been solved before the heat pressure reached the threshold of gravity induction. This is a lesson for him: from the beginning, you must press the flames. He concocted the next two pipelines in the same way, each line broke at the touch of a button, and only the last pipeline remained.

Suddenly, the flame went back and retracted into the lighter. Butane burned out at this most critical juncture. Mo Lei closed his eyes, he didn't know what to do for a while, and a raging anger burned in his chest.

What the fuck is this?

His leg hurt badly, and his long-term congested brain made Mo Lei dizzy.

Then he suddenly realized that he was a blessing in disguise, and scolded himself for almost making a mistake: leaving a line that did not burn out, the system would not have been alerted to total failure. He should have left a line in mind from the beginning, and now there was at least half a foot of safety at the top of the wall, enough to put down one foot and jump into it.

Struggling to climb back onto the tree, Mo Lei rested for a moment to clear his mind. Then, he slowly extended his left foot to the top of the wall, slowly increasing his weight foot to the burnt pipeline. With the same caution, he lifted his right leg, stepped over the tree, and slipped on top of the wall, the branch against his waist. He took a deep breath, tensed his muscles, leaned forward and kicked his left foot hard, leaping into the wall. As soon as he hit the ground, he rolled forward, counteracting the downward momentum, and hid behind a tree.

Palazi, I'm coming.

Half-kneeling from the spot, Mo Lei vigilantly searched for any unusual movements. No. He stood up and felt in the direction of what he thought was the center of the courtyard, and in less than a minute he knew that he was on the right track, and the light of the house faintly shone through the branches of the trees in front of him, and a few more steps before his eyes a large lawn appeared.

There was a sudden flash of cigarette butts in the dimness, and Mo Lei immediately fell down. Twenty meters ahead, at the end of the lawn, stood a man. Mo Lei was immediately alert, looking for abnormalities in the forest breeze, wondering if there was any sound of animal activity.

No.

Parazi's mansion does not have a dog guard, and his bodyguards are confident in the electronic gates and sophisticated alarm systems, and they only have guards in the dark to ensure the safety of the house.

Mo Lei slowly moved forward, his eyes fixed on the guards in front of him. The man was wearing a thick jacket, a hard-brimmed cowboy hat, and a pistol tucked into a holster with a wide belt.

The guard looked down at his watch, peeled off the remaining cigarette butts, shook the smoke and threw it on the grass - this man should have had the experience of the army. He took a few steps to the left, stretched and walked a few more steps, then turned back and paced back to his previous position boredly. This small area should be his sentry post. It should be that there will be a guard every few tens and one hundred meters, and they are like the Praetorian Guards in the palace, guarding the main house to the water.

Standing guard is boring, and the guards can smoke, yawn, and walk casually to relieve boredom. It's not a problem to subdue the guy in front of you, but it's not easy to cross the lawn in front of you and hide in the shadows on the right side of the building. The mercury lamps on the roof illuminate the lawn as bright as day, and Mo Lei must risk a brief exposure.

If it is a person who does not wear a hat, has his hair tied in a ponytail and has a full beard, he will definitely be ordered to stop. But the guards with cats on their heads, thick coats, and holsters on their sides don't attract unwanted attention. Even if they are reprimanded, the guards can return to their posts.

Mo Lei kept reminding himself that he must remember the position of the guard now.

Holding himself on his elbows and knees, he crept through the trees, trying to drown out his own noise with the usual sounds of the forest at night. The distance between the two was less than five meters, and now there was only a bush of juniper between Mo Lei and the guard, and the idle guard took out a cigarette from his coat pocket.

Here's your chance, now!

Mo Lei jumped up!