I held the generator and carefully pressed the button on it, the smell of burnt and heat on the generator filled my whole hand. This near-burning discomfort prevented me from working with peace of mind. I paused, quickly lowered the machine to the ground, and blew into my hands.

We had limited time, even if I wasn't nervous.

"Hey, Mueller, is this little guy reliable?" spoke a black man, one of my five "temporary accomplices," who seemed to be very unkind to my presence.

The black man held the other end of the generator, which was a rubber rod with a piece of metal on it. His right hand trembled and squeezed, and the metal glowed with a blazing glow. I tried for a long time without success, which greatly drained his patience.

He said indignantly, "Muller, we've been staring at this box for so long, and I don't want to fail because of a child." As he spoke, he waved his bruised fist at me as if demonstratively.

The metal in his hand was facing a box, a locked box.

Seeing that I didn't speak, just met his gaze, looking at him without any expression, he became even more irritable. "Dumb! Hurry up and work!, or I'll kill you!" his black-skinned eyes grew redder, and his green shirt seemed to be stretched a little bigger. This kind of justified roar is pointless, except to attract the police.

"That's enough, Seth!" said Mueller, a sturdy white man of 1.9 meters and the leader of the group, whose white shirt looked very young.

"He's a white man, don't you believe in Lao Bai?" Mueller smoked a cigarette, and at the same time didn't mean to blame me.

Damn! It's old white again! What does it have to do with him doing my job?

I glanced at Muller and thanked him. Anyway, he knew that no one but me could open the box for them.

I still have a dull pain in my hand, and it's eighty percent burned. I tried it with the generator for twenty minutes and didn't open the box.

This is an extremely delicate nine-core classical lock, and the value of this lock can be seen through the structure of this lock! When I first came into contact with this machine, I could only try step by step, trying to use hot aluminum to oxade the iron core.

Mueller's words silenced the blacks, and I felt better, at least psychologically. I leaned down to pick up the generator and keep trying.

As soon as he leaned forward, an explosive loud sound pierced his right ear into his left ear, as if someone had forcibly pushed him from the shore to the bottom of the sea. The current almost turned my head over, and I stumbled and realized something.

Damn!

I clearly felt that my time was running out to stay awake. I simply sat down. For a moment, an aftershock continued to bombard my brain, my skin, and even my hair. I struggled to restrain my crazy body in order to stabilize my limbs.

A few black and white people next to me, looking at me in amazement, suddenly turned the button on the generator frantically.

My whole body was enveloped in a kind of heat, every cell was beating wildly with my heart, my muscles were twitching, and my fingers seemed to be something else that I didn't control.

The blue button turns left three times, and the yellow button turns right twice......

There was a sound in my heart, and I followed the flustered operation of this voice, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

Mueller looked at the metal that was turning purple and red, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and shouted at the black man, "Quick, quick! Seth! Stick the damn thing in there!"

Seth was stunned and trembled as he inserted the key into the lock......

"Bang!" After two soft sounds, a dizzying light burst out of the box and rushed in front of me, almost engulfing me.

The box opened......

When I woke up in the morning, I found myself in my bed at the Varne Hotel. It didn't surprise me, it didn't happen once or twice.

As usual, I reached under my pillow and pulled out a large brown paper bag, which was my most important possessions.

There are a lot of 100 face value money scattered in the bag, and I don't know how much it is, and I don't bother to check it. How much does it cost someone who doesn't have ideals? I just reached into the paper bag and pulled out a tiny hard card.

It's my calendar and pretty much the only place in my life that has a routine.

Today is the first of April...... Yesterday's date has already been drawn......

I sighed, got up from the covers, sat down on the edge of the bed, and put the card in. I stumbled upon a crumpled ginger note stained with alcohol, sniffled and smelled a pungent smell of inferior wine. I unfolded the note in disgust, and it read:

Dear Milley, we have left Kedivan and it has been a pleasure to work together, and the rest of the money will be paid to you within a month.

K. Mueller

I stuffed the paper into my pocket without any emotion, I didn't know how it ended up in my bag, and I wasn't curious. There's always another person doing something for me, even though I know it's me, another me.

However, it seemed good to have someone to take care of the rest for me, at least I didn't have to speak, so I avoided a lot of mistakes.

The main thing, I'm not called Milley, that's just one of my many pseudonyms.

They're all gone, and I'm supposed to go too—they won't send money, never. I quickly started tidying up my room and stuffing everything I was supposed to bring into a small suitcase, which was not very comfortable for me on a "business trip".

There are not a lot of things, anyway, some daily necessities can be bought elsewhere. After a brief wash, I took the money and paid the rent I owed, and left the inn with a small red suitcase that I would never come to again.

It's all needed for work. I laughed at myself.

Well...... What kind of job am I? I compare myself to a "sniper," which is pretty much the same. More precisely - accomplices. But I'm only in the technical work, and I can handle it now, and I know I'm just working for the money, but since I was 16 or 17, it's been the norm. Then I will receive a small bounty. Although they all verbally promised that they would give me a lot.

In the past two years, I have seen too many scheming criminals with high IQs, but they have no technology, let alone money. What I have obtained for them is completely incomparable to what I have obtained.

But it doesn't matter, this money is enough for me to live happily until my next trip.

And I have a reason why I can't say no. Lots of reasons.

I went out and bought something to eat at the hot dog shop on Cadivan 15th Street. I didn't know where to go, so I got on a bus from 15th Street to Pennsylvania. The security in Kedivan is not very good, Pennsylvania is not too far away, there is not a single inspection on the bus, and the driver also works part-time as a conductor.

I am not surprised, I entered the villa yesterday, and after rubbing in it for half an hour, the glass was smashed by the novices, and no one came, not even a single owner. I have to say, this group of newbies is really lucky. Sometimes I think that I should be a police officer more efficient than the police in many places.

Eating a hot dog, I flipped through the state newspaper, which had no report on yesterday's case, and it was full of miscellaneous little things. There is no report on what they said was "very precious" that they stole yesterday.

What are the local police doing?

I flipped to the message page, and there was no sign of where I was going. Then sit all the way forward. I thought about it and threw the newspaper on the ground.

After eating, I just wanted to squint in the car for a while, when a vibration came from my pocket - it was time to pick up the job again. I pulled out a small electrical appliance, a circuit board with only two buttons, one red and one green, very rudimentary. There is also a groove that can hold a size five battery. It's in my pocket, it's the start button for my work, if it's convenient, I'll press the green button and someone will come to me, if not, I'll press the red button and they'll call again anyway.

I looked out the window, and it was still a cedar forest on the outskirts of Kedivan. The red key was pressed.

Now, no one will bother me for a long time. I was able to spend at least more than an hour of private time in the car.

I yawned and sat down comfortably in my soft chair.