Chapter 511: The House of Mysteries
Duchamp raised his wrist and looked at the red dot displayed on the watch in his hand, the coordinates of which were fed back by the tracker's signal, which was recorded on the watch's detector, which was less than a kilometer away in a straight line. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info Duchamp corrected the location one last time and put the tracker away.
"Alright, the goal has been set, let's walk over it." Duchamp whispered.
On the side, he nodded silently.
Lu wore a hat that covered his face and hairstyle, but with his burly figure, it was easy to remember.
Duchamp was in a hurry, and today he accidentally found a bugging device, which suddenly made the urgency of the matter n times higher. He didn't know how many secrets he had divulged. However, there were no bugging devices found in the rented house or hotel on the road, which made him a little relieved, and he didn't know if the other party had not found the opportunity to install the bugging device, or if there were other surveillance methods.
Duchamp felt insecure at the thought of Lu's loud voice, and he believed that all he needed to do was install a sound collection system a mile away to eavesdrop on Lu's secrets.
Of course, if you think about it, maybe it was the tracker he ordered his subordinates to install after arguing with the lieutenant colonel on the ship today.
In front of us is the port trade area, where most of the commercial establishments of Julai City are concentrated. Lu whispered to Duchamp that Gar's shop was also nearby. "In order to hide our relationship, I rarely contact them publicly on weekdays."
Duchamp nodded, Gal and the three mercenaries who came back in advance may be a secret trick that can be used, but it is better not to bother now.
The two wandered around the path of the trade area for a while, and finally found the target building, a three-story building with the "Marfas Wine Trade" hanging on it. Duchamp and Lu did not slow down, and kept walking over, Duchamp whispered to the road: "There is no one in the house." ā
Lu glanced back at the house and assessed, "The door is strong enough, and it will be troublesome enough to enter." ā
Indeed, the security of this building is quite well done. All the windows were sealed, and it seemed that there was no suitable place to invade except the door.
Duchamp smiled: "We don't have to go in, just find a hiding place nearby." The rest is up to me. ā
After a few more steps, the road turned sharply towards Duchamp and motioned to a house on the side of the road.
This is the office building of a trading company, diagonally facing the liquor store, and now the staff are all gone, and the door is locked, but the windows on the second floor are not closed, and there are no burglar-proof windows, so it is estimated that there is nothing of value inside.
Duchamp glanced at it, knowing that there was no one in the house, and he nodded in agreement. The two went around to a dimly lit corner at the back of the house, climbed up to the balcony on the second floor, and from that balcony, gently shifted to the unclosed window and sneaked into the room.
It is an ordinary trading house with only two floors. The downstairs was arranged as a reception area, and in addition to the boss's office area, some goods were piled up upstairs. The smell should be ordinary seafood.
Duchamp surveyed the room, satisfactorily took out two spiders and let them crawl towards their target, he stopped the way from peeking out of the window, and gently closed the curtains.
"Look over here!" Duchamp took out the receiver and began to control the spider from invading the house.
Surprisingly, the door on the first floor was so tight that even such a small spider could not climb in.
"Just by looking at this door, you know that it's not a good person!" Duchamp muttered as the spider climbed up to the rooftop of the top floor.
There was something in the shape of a flower-table on the rooftop, and Duchamp was a little curious, so he asked the little spider to crawl over and take a look. Inside the flowerstand was something Duchamp thought familiar, with a towering metal wire in the middle, and some plants were haphazardly camouflaged outside.
"Wow!" Duchamp was taken aback by the lid of the cauldron.
"This is an antenna for receiving signals!" Duchamp explained softly to Lu, "With such a large antenna, I'm afraid the signal covers the whole city." ā
Following the line connected to the lid of the pot, the little spider found a small hole in the wall and managed to get into it.
Condescendingly, a small spider overlooks the entire room on the third floor, and the other climbs towards the second floor.
The defenses in the house are obviously much looser than outside, but despite this, this is clearly not a room used by ordinary people, and there is a surveillance system installed in the house.
After looking through the whole room, Duchamp felt that the most valuable was a room on the third floor, which was connected to the data cables from upstairs and was the core of the whole house, and he ordered a spider to lie on the line on the roof of this room, and the other to lie dormant on the second floor.
Seeing that the two spiders were on standby, Duchamp couldn't help but yawn, "The main master hasn't come back yet, we can't get much information for the time being, let's sleep here for a while." ā
Lu pointed to the little spider enviously and asked, "How is this thing controlled?" ā
Duchamp explained the function of the little spider a little, and said generously: "Do you want to, I'll send it to you." ā
Lu shook his head and said, "I can't play with such a delicate thing." ā
Duchamp said disapprerovingly: "There is still no material, and I can make something better with the material." ā
Lu fiddled with the receiver and asked Duchamp, "Did you learn these things in school?" ā
Duchamp nodded sheepishly.
Lu asked again: "Did the good have learned?" ā
Duchamp shook his head and said, "Goode likes to build big things, and he is learning to build cars." Goode and I tinkered with a new car, the SUV, which was much better than the one I was driving right now. We are going to work with Chase Central Workshop. When the matter of Julai is settled, I will go to Chase to sign the contract, with Chase Central Workshop as a cooperation object, the performance of the guide car built must be ahead of other car dealers, after graduating, Goode may mainly run this company, specializing in the development of various guide cars. ā
Lu listened to this, and his heart was full of joy, and in his heart, it was much better to be able to build a big thing like a guide car than to tinker with these small things like insects.
He rubbed his hands and said proudly: "From then on, I will change one car a year, and all the new cars you have built, hahahaha." ā
Speaking of Gude, Duchamp remembered one more thing: "Gude's martial arts cultivation progress is not fast, and he has not yet reached the fifth order, so my guidance is useless." Point him out when you have time. ā
Lu nodded and said: "Our family's combat skills are different from other people's, it is particularly difficult to pass the fifth order, and we need to practice the foundation very solidly." When this is over, I will go and guide him for a while. ā
The two were gossiping when there was some movement outside the window, and a man was walking up the steps of a foreign liquor store.
Duchamp hurriedly manipulated the little spider, and in the shadows on the second floor, he probed his head and looked down.
As there were people in the room, the lights in the room turned on, and the little spider's vision suddenly opened up.
It was a strange man, who looked to be in his early 30s, with long grass-yellow hair, a long slender build, an equally thin face, and simple clothing. He looked around the room, and after making sure he was safe, he cooked something casually in the kitchen on the first floor. While he was eating, another man of medium height, with smoky gray hair, came in with a key to open the door, wearing a plaid shirt that the locals loved, and also wearing a hat, very similar to the one Duchamp had bought.
"There's still something in the kitchen that I want to eat and serve myself." The man who came first said inarticulately.
"Thanks, I've eaten, I'll go upstairs first, and you will come up in a while, and we'll exchange information for today." The later man went straight up to the third floor.
The two didn't even exchange names.
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