In the bitter cold wind, the man stood, staring at the light of the manor, and tightened the coat he was wearing.

Standing in the cold wind for so long made him look more like a statue.

The manor in the field of vision is said to be a manor, but in fact, the courtyard is slightly larger, enclosed by a surrounding wall. There is only one single building inside, and the rest is the lawn and many trees and flowers planted around it.

It's more like a villa.

Rich people in the countryside will build a similar house, but they will never do so much greenery, and they will prefer to grow some vegetables.

The man took out an iron box from his bosom, opened it, took out a cigar from it, put it between his nose and sniffed it gently.

There is a faint smell of tobacco.

This is an authentic Cuban cigar, and the last time he worked, he had it handy, and it belonged to the finest of them.

He likes the smell of smoke, tobacco.

But don't smoke, because when you smoke, the smell of tobacco will wrap around your body and follow you closely.

This was an obstacle to his work, so he only sniffed cigarettes, but never smoked.

As a man with extremely high requirements for his work and professional qualities, he will only try his best to do every job to the extreme and pursue perfection.

Because imperfection means loss of freedom.

This sentence was said by his master, the old man stayed in prison and was sentenced to 30 years in prison, and it is estimated that he will not be able to get out in this life.

He sent it in.

"Leave the light? Or do you have the habit of sleeping with the lights on? The man frowned.

Now the lights on the first and second floors of the house are still on, and that's just two things.

He put the cigar back in the box and slipped it back into the pocket of his coat.

If it weren't for the last time he met a guy who "blew himself up", he wouldn't have come to such a small village, because the police behind him were chasing him too closely.

He is a thief, a thief with dignity and pursuit.

His targets have always been corrupt officials or businessmen who have misconducted business practices. But now, he had to make an exception and stop by this little village to take a temporary job.

The chosen manor was his goal.

He can only try to pick a rich target, after all, a rich person's hundred yuan is different from an ordinary person's hundred yuan.

He wasn't going to take more, just some money for the journey, and for food.

After all, whether the poor or the rich, as long as the money obtained through legitimate means is the money earned by sweat, there is no difference.

And he, a thief, is not how noble he is, in addition to paying sweat, there is also a danger to his life.

The right should be borrowed, and he will come back to pay it back when he escapes.

He is a thief with pursuits, unlike the greedy old man, who dares to steal anything, and steals from anyone.

However, if he is caught, the result will be the same.

The man wears leather gloves on his hands to avoid fingerprints and marks.

As for the hair...

He fiddled with it casually.

A normal person will lose a hundred hairs a day, after all, he has not yet reached the age of hair loss, and his share should have fallen out today.

Measuring the height of the lower courtyard wall, the man took a deep breath and began to run.

As he approached the courtyard wall, he jumped up suddenly, and stepped on the wall with his feet a few steps in succession, giving him a continuous upward force with each foot pushing down, until he could no longer pull the gravity of the earth.

Finally, when he was about to fall, he reached out and grabbed the courtyard wall, and with a little force with his arms, he climbed to the top of the courtyard wall. Looking down, the lampposts in the courtyard of the manor, as well as the floor lamps, had been extinguished early, making the courtyard look pitch black at the moment, and only a few lights still existed.

Fortunately, the lights in the villa were still on, and the light of these lampposts scattered all over the place dispelled some of the darkness, making the surrounding area no longer so dark.

He looked around, and unsurprisingly, he saw the surveillance cameras set up in the corners of the walls, above the lampposts.

Unexpectedly, with such a family background, how can there be no surveillance cameras in the home?

It's just that these numbers of cameras are still a little small for the man, his previous achievements, among those targets, there are also many people with surveillance cameras in their homes, even a toilet, I don't know whether it is cautious or has other uses.

The man landed lightly and quietly touched towards the villa.

As early as when he just observed, he had roughly judged the monitoring range of the surveillance camera, and he only needed to act according to the monitoring range, and did not let his body enter it.

Even if there are places where there is no way to dodge, it doesn't matter, because the surveillance cameras can only capture his back.

Instead of opting for a three-story villa with lights on, the man headed for the warehouse-like building in the corner of the courtyard.

He's just here to get some money to run away, and he won't enter the master's house if it's not necessary.

Although the owner's house is certainly indispensable for money, because of people's habitual sense of security, it will force a considerable number of people to put their money in the closest position to themselves. The more people who have ghosts in their hearts, the more serious they are, and even the bank will not believe it, only believe in themselves.

He had seen many such misers, a whole room full of antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and boxes of cash, piled up all over the room.

Exhaling and leaving the superfluous thoughts in his mind behind, the man continued on his way. As he passed through a part of the courtyard, he slowed down, stopped completely, bent down, stretched out his hand, and plucked the fruit of the vine.

Rubbing it casually on his clothes, the man took a bite and the sweet and sour juice spread in his mouth.

Just now, because of the obscuration of trees, he was not able to discover this small field, and now he found that nature cannot be let go.

His previous judgment was a little wrong, and now it seems that the owner of this family should also be a rural person, otherwise he would not have opened such a small field in such a yard and planted some common crops.

Now, in addition to the tomatoes in his hand, there are cabbage in the field, as well as sweet potato leaves, which are not known to ordinary people, and they are growing very well.

The only pity for the man is that there is only one kind of tomato that can be eaten raw, otherwise he will definitely not let it go.

While eating tomatoes as if in his own garden, he came to a small house in the corner that appeared to be a warehouse.

One hand fumbled in his trouser pocket and pulled out a wire.

He began to pick the locks.