Selene Bar.

Valentine Giriano, one of the directors of Paso, and according to Jessica, Giriano's weekends are always spent in this humble little bar.

Jessica walked into the bar, swept her gaze, and quickly locked on to the location of her prey. She walked in, sat down at the bar not far from Gilliano, and asked the bartender for a martini.

She didn't dress up or change into a more feminine outfit, still wearing only a jacket and jeans, and black leather boots. (In fact, Jessica Jones doesn't know how to dress up) but she's good-looking, so she can be lethal to the opposite sex when she wants.

"It's still a long night." A well-mannered man sat down beside her, pretending to hold a wine glass, "Bored, Miss?" ”

Jessica squinted at him.

"Sorry, I'm looking for something more specific." She rebuffed unceremoniously, "That type is obviously not you." ”

The man was bored with himself, and went brightly. It was only when Jessica patiently drank the second martini that Valen Giriano finally moved to her side.

"Will you let me treat you to a drink?"

Finally taking the bait, Jessica was almost impatient. She smiled: "Of course, who can refuse such a gentleman's tender request?" ”

She spent about half an hour with him arguing about a bunch of topics that seemed to her to be a waste of time. But the guy seemed so excited that he didn't even notice that Jessica had added a little bit of topping to his drink. In the end, Jessica offered to give her a ride home, and the gentleman readily agreed.

But Mr. Giliano failed to deliver on his promise. He sat in the driver's seat for only three seconds, and the whole person was dizzy and lay on the steering wheel, unconscious.

"I'm sorry, idiot." Jessica shrugged and took out the tools she had already prepared. She took the ID card used in and out of the company in the inside pocket of the other party's jacket and extracted his fingerprints so that she could go back to make fingerprint film to cope with the fingerprint lock in the building.

After all, Paso is still a civilian company, no matter how advanced its system and facilities are, the people who work in it are ordinary employees rather than spy agents, and the level of security cannot be compared to that of a real military facility in any way. And finding and exploiting loopholes is exactly what private investigators are best at, especially good detectives like Jessica.

Her plan was successful, in fact unexpectedly successful. At first, she just tried to sneak into the El Paso building with the mentality of "try it first, and then talk about it", but what she didn't expect was that everything would go so smoothly.

As expected, she thought the guards might ask her why she was holding Mr. Giriano's key card. She had made up the argument that she was a relative of Monsieur Giriano, and that she had come to his office to pick up a lost object for him.

As a result, the guard on duty was napping at the door, looking sleepy-eyed, and didn't ask her a word at all. She swiped her card and the entrance opened automatically, and the guard didn't even look up.

The key card and fingerprint film helped her get through the barriers, and she took the elevator straight to the floor where the archives were located. Generally speaking, key information and files will be recorded in the company at the same time as electronic information and paper documents, but because Jessica is not very good at computers, she can only choose a more primitive way.

She managed to enter the archives, probably because it was late, and she didn't see half a figure along the way. It was all a little too smooth, so smooth that she felt a little unnatural.

Anyway, she came to her destination. AXCR-3920, according to the alphabetical index of the number, she did find the relevant record. She pulled out the file from the filing cabinet, spread it out on the floor, and flipped through the pages with a flashlight.

The specific content of AXCR-3920 seems to be about a high-end machine, and most of the high-end content written in it is mechanical principles and designs, most of which Jessica doesn't know anything about, and she feels like she can't understand it after reading two pages.

Jessica Jones is not a scientist, but she is a detective, and she is quite a good detective. Although she couldn't understand most of the content of the document, she still used her expertise to pick out some valuable information from these complex things, some information that might be a key clue.

She jotted down information that she thought might be useful into a phone memo, closed the cover, and put the document back in its place. She then exited the archives with a light hand, turning back the way she had come in the direction of the elevator.

Everything went pretty smoothly, except for a minor nuisance on the way back - she unexpectedly ran into a night guard around the corner of the hallway.

"Who are you?" The guard immediately became alert, "This area is forbidden to enter and exit at will, what are you doing here?" ”

Jessica was in a hurry: "I'm ...... Belch...... Meet Mr. Paso. ”

"His office isn't on this floor. And I think he should be home from work by now. The guard folded his arms and looked at her coldly.

"Yes...... Ah, of course you think so. Because Mr. Paso ...... Michael: He didn't want anyone to know that he was still here. Jessica squeezed out a smile as naturally as she could, "Look, I'm with Michael...... The relationship is more special. But you also know that he is a person who hates gossip. So I figured if he found out that you were in trouble with me here, then in case things got a big deal...... The results may not be great for everyone. ”

The guard raised an eyebrow and looked at her suspiciously.

To be honest, he didn't know anything about what kind of person the company's owner, Michael Paso, was, but when you think about it, a young and successful person like Mr. Paso seems to have one or two lovers or something...... No, it should be said that it is not normal to have none.

If you look closely, this woman is indeed quite handsome and has a good figure, but the dress is a little lacking in femininity, but maybe Mr. Paso happens to like this type?

The guard on duty was in a dilemma. Logically speaking, he shouldn't let go of any suspicious people found on this floor, but what if this woman really has a leg with the boss, and he stops it on his own initiative, makes the boss angry, and finally loses his job?

But luckily for him, the problem soon came out of his mind.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

"Thanks, but that's all you need to do, and I'll leave it to me."

The voice was quiet, but it had an indescribable boldness. As soon as the guard turned around, he was surprised to see that the owner, Michael Paso, was already standing silently behind him.

"Yes, sir." Now that the boss had spoken, the night guard naturally didn't say much, turned around and left quickly.

There were only two people left in the hallway, Jessica and Michael.

Jessica Jones raised an eyebrow.

Great, the main man is here, and it's embarrassing now.

"Now, Miss Jones." Michael said, "Would you like to share what you're here for?" ”