readx;?“ The contacts with the parliamentarians were successful, and tomorrow morning Delgado asked us to go out to sea on his yacht. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info"After returning to the old machete restaurant, Duchamp reported the latest developments to Lu.

"There is also an unexpected bonus, Speaker Delgado turned out to be the chairman of the Julay Commercial Bank."

"Speaker??" Lu's eyes sparkled.

"With his position, it's convenient, isn't it?"

"But there is still a need for proof!"

"The evidence is in the bank, and when I went today, I had already seen where to put the stubs, or we would have gone in the evening."

Lu's eyes suddenly released a fine light.

After the discussion, Duchamp said to Olivier with a little regret: "You will stay in this room tonight, and I will go with the road." ”

"But ......"

"No but, listen, little Ollie, we're just going out for a walk, no risk, no one is alarmed, and of course we don't take anything from the bank, just a glance at its books."

"But you need a driver."

"We don't drive when we do this kind of thing."

Duchamp politely rejected Olivier's request.

"But you always need someone to look at the wind!"

The little prince's kraft candy was unusually tough, and in the end, the three of them set off together.

"Remember, if you poke out the basket tonight, there's no next time." In the corner of the alley opposite the Julay Commercial Bank, Duchamp warned Olivier fiercely, and then, taking out three gangster masks, handed one to Olivier.

"Got it! How do we get in? The gate will definitely not work. Olivier put on his mask, and felt like a gentleman of strange thieves, and he looked with joy at the heavy copper-clad doors of the bank opposite, trying to find the weakness of the bank's defenses.

Of course, there is a security guard dozing off behind the gate, and another security guard on the same floor is conscientiously guarding the monitoring system. Duchamp and Lu discussed it with Lu, and finally decided on a place to infiltrate. Then, Duchamp's figure slowly disappeared in the moonlight.

Although he had already seen it once, Olivier was still stunned.

Lu patted the newbie lightly and motioned for him to follow. They walked around the back of the bank from the other side of the alley. This is the bank's office area, which has five floors, and each window is covered with strong steel bar, and cameras are installed in the corners.

A vague figure, wearing a strange pair of gloves, climbs up the shadows of the fence, covering the camera with a near-transparent piece of paper. After a while, a strong rope hung down from the roof, and the road and Olivier climbed up smoothly.

Although the bank is old, it has all the precautions. There are two security guards in the bank, usually on the ground floor, guarding the entrance to the surveillance and underground vaults, and after two hours, they will also patrol each floor. And the archive room is on the fourth floor, and Duchamp intends to dive directly into this level.

Duchamp stuck to the bank's façade, with a rope and a suppressed voice, tinkering with the burglar-proof strip on a window, trying to get one off and solder it back when he was done.

Lu hung down from the side, tried the hardness of these steel bars, and the strength of his hands, his palms gradually reddened. He used the most brutal method of entry, pulling the iron bars on the windows in both directions, enough for a man as thin as Duchamp to squeeze in.

"Go back and straighten it again." Lu muttered, and with a few strokes of a thin piece of iron, the window latch was pushed open.

Duchamp smiled slightly, if he does it like this, he may be seen by someone who cares. He squeezed in, tiptoeing straight to the archives, where he had already spotted during the day.

"Of course, sir, we have kept all the records over the years, and we can retrieve them at any time." That's what the manager said.

Now, the little spider crouched behind the door, waiting to meet him.

Lu pulled the rope and climbed onto the rooftop. Olivier excitedly handed the rope in his hand to Lu. "You pull, I'll go in and see."

"No, Styry says he can do it alone." Lu flatly refused his request.

"What, we're just pulling the rope on the roof?" Olivier said disappointedly.

"I don't need you to pull the rope in the first place! I'll do it alone. ”

"But......" Olivier was deeply disappointed, and he wanted to see how Duchamp opened the door to the heavily guarded archives.

At the door of the archive room, a combination lock flickered with a glow.

Duchamp stretched out his hand and pressed a set of numbers without hesitation.

During the day, he completely traced the entire business process of the bank through the little spider.

These files are not kept in underground vaults, they are simply sorted by year, in rows of filing cabinets. After all, the stubs and various documents accumulated over the years are a lot of things, and they need to be filed and consulted frequently, so they are placed in the huge archive room in the office area.

"Here it was in 1194. The code for redeeming the ticket is 94103572 and 94103573, let me see which account you opened it from. Duchamp excitedly looked at the filing cabinet labeled 1194.

Of course, the bank's filing cabinet, which is also very strong, does not have a cipher disk on it, but has a keyhole. Duchamp doesn't have lockpicking skills, but he has something more technological. He took out his laptop, opened it, connected a pinhole probe, and reached into the keyhole.

A few dozen seconds later, a 3D model of this keyhole appeared on the computer screen.

Duchamp took out a small shaping box, connected it to the computer, and took out a few bottles of industrial raw materials. A few minutes later, a brand new shaped key was formed.

Duchamp smashed the abrasive material adhered to the new key with a file, carefully slipped the key into the filing cabinet and turned it around.

The filing cabinet is open.

"Yay!" Duchamp triumphantly gestured to a scissorhands.

Full of a sense of accomplishment.

This set of tools is not something that a conductive workbench has. It is a new function developed by Duchamp after obtaining the computer, after some exploration.

He picked up the bound list in the filing cabinet and quickly rummaged through it.

Thirty minutes later, he returned the way he came.

"Did you find it?"

"I'll talk about it later."

Lu's heart sank, he knew the character of this guy, if there was good news, he would definitely be unable to help boasting a long time ago.

When it fell, Lu Shun straightened the four steel bars again, and tomorrow morning there may be a keen banking profession who will find that the anti-theft strip is deformed, but if you are lucky, it may be a long time before someone notices.

When he got home, Duchamp turned on his computer and showed it to his two accomplices.

"I couldn't find any stubs related to the bills in our hands, and then I scanned all the bank's transactions of more than 100,000 mila in 1193 and 1194, but I still found nothing."

"How so?" Frustrated, Olivier took the opportunity to vent his frustration at being hung on the bank's rooftop. "See, you should take me with you, and in my wisdom you will surely find something."

"Now it's time to borrow your wisdom, there are thousands of slips in the computer, you can look at it slowly, and then tell me the answer."

Duchamp gave Lu a look, and the two came to the courtyard.

Olivier watched them from the window, quietly put a gadget to his ear, and the sound in the yard suddenly became louder.

"Looks like we'll have to ask the bank's manager."

"Shall you go now?"

"No, we don't know his address, let's follow him tomorrow."

"Isn't that group of councillors going to invite you to the boat tomorrow to play? There won't be any risk, right? ”

"Of course not. I haven't alarmed them yet, and I'm still the God of Wealth in their eyes. ”

"I'm looking for an opportunity to contact the speaker, he must know a lot of inside information."

Duchamp thought for a moment and shook his head. "There's no need to make a hard contact, we know his address, we know his whereabouts, and we'll look for opportunities in the future. Tomorrow we will hear how they will solve the food shortage in Gatapunia, which is also the right thing. ”

Olivier retracted his head and continued to intently examine the notes on his computer, clumsily manipulating the mouse to sort them.

After a few minutes, he was hooked on the tech, muttering, "This thing works, I'll ask Sterry to get me one too." ”

Before going to bed, Olivier quietly asked, "What do you want to do?" Kidnapping those legislators? ”

"There's no need for this, we just need to ask some questions appropriately without anyone bothering us." Duchamp replied skillfully.

He can manipulate people's minds, and he doesn't want anyone else to know, especially Olivier.

No one likes to have such a person around them, and no one will be friends with a mind master.

In addition, he also hoped that this matter could be ended by Lu himself in a normal way, thus eliminating the obstacles in Lu Lu's heart.

Based on these two considerations, he needs those lawmakers to tell the truth themselves, not too bloody.

"But even if it's related to those councilors, you can't force it, Styri, you've been dealing with them under your real name for the past two days, and it's going to get you in trouble."

"Well, we haven't even touched a corner of the truth, so it's too early to worry about that."

"But shouldn't you give priority to punishing them with the law in your actions? Even if revenge is just, the existence of justice must be taken into account. Olivier said solemnly.

"When I can, I'll think about it." Duchamp replied helplessly with his eyes closed.

"What do you mean when there are conditions?" Olivier asked unrelentingly.

Duchamp had to patiently explain: "First of all, it is necessary to weigh whether the evidence obtained can be admissible by law. Second, we need to see who is involved and whether it will cause us trouble. Thirdly, it depends on whether the court can administer justice. If none of the above is guaranteed, then you have to do it yourself. ”

But if we are confident that we have obtained sufficient evidence, why should we worry about not getting a fair verdict? Now that Julay has been incorporated into the Empire, we can enable our own influence to oversee the sentencing process and outcome. ”

Duchamp pursed his lips and stuck his head out of the bed: "What influence do we have, a bard who has nothing to do, and a mercenary whose parents are dead and homeless and unemployed, it's good to be able to protect himself, and he still expects justice or something, it's too extravagant, sleep!" With that, he turned off the light.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Olivier was left with his eyes open in the dark and thinking about his thoughts.

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