Infiltrating a facility that is guarded and has adequate security measures can be quite difficult for most people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Picking locks, hiding from the body, avoiding guards, dealing with surprise situations, and more require years of training.

And for Peter, who has the cheating of Force manipulation, none of this is a problem.

Peter soon found an entry point: a window on the second floor, and according to Peter's observations, it was supposed to be of the kind that could be opened. And that's enough for him.

Taking two deep breaths, Peter took two steps back and ran at full speed toward the wall. At the moment when he was about to put it on, Peter jumped to his feet, kicked the wall with one foot, and rose more than a meter in height with the force of the shock. But he was still nearly a meter away from the window.

However, Peter kicked again in the air, and the momentum of the Force exploded on the soles of his feet. With this momentum, Peter jumped up again and easily grasped the eaves.

Achievement: Triple Jump Achieved!

With a thrust, Peter pulled his entire body against the eaves. Peter turned on the light on his phone and began to study the window. Peter quickly found the position of the handle on the other side of the window. Under the control of his telekinesis, the window soon opened a hole large enough for him to get into.

Peter jumped into the building, using a little trick, and landed without making a sound. Turning back to close the window, Peter began to explore.

The place where he was now was at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Although it has three floors, the area of each floor of this building is relatively small, about three or four hundred square meters. And there are four rooms on this floor.

After a quick mental scan of his surroundings, Peter found that there was no one on the floor, and downstairs there were several moving beings. See they're still dealing with the goods that just came in. Their movement was not small, and Peter could still hear their conversation across the floor.

"Wow, what do I see? AR-15? Those lads are going crazy with this. A thick voice said.

"You're mistaken, Carl." This second voice was noticeably softer. "These things are for the two brothers, and I'm afraid our people will continue to use their current equipment, at least for the time being."

"Those two madmen? Why are we giving such good goods to those traitors? Damn, I'm going to ask Wesley for advice, we can't give these good things away to outsiders for nothing. ”

"Don't easily question your boss's decision. It's just part of the deal, and they're now on their own. The soft voice showed a faint majesty.

"Your own people?" Peter heard a spitting sound. "I'm not going to cooperate with those softets. If it weren't for the fact that we don't have enough manpower—" The thick voice was a little dissatisfied, but it obediently shut up.

Peter had searched almost nothing of the three rooms. Two of them looked like they were just storage compartments, filled with cleaning items and tools. The other one is an office, but there are so many documents in it. Peter rummaged through the pages for a long time, and the only thing he found something interesting was a stack of insurance claims for damage to furniture. It seems that the company's overt business is not doing very well.

Just as he was about to enter the last room, the softer voice suddenly spoke again.

"Everything is ready. Mukati, you and Robert go and put our goods in the storeroom. Kali, you put this list in the folder in your office. When you're done, go home and sleep. I, Carl, and Michael delivered the goods Anatony wanted. After tomorrow, we won't have to do this kind of work. ”

There was a cheer from downstairs. Then, the sound of footsteps going up the stairs rang out. Peter quickly slipped back into the storage room next to the office, hiding behind the tool shelves.

Peter held his breath and tried not to make a sound. The first thing passing outside the door was the sound of scrambled footsteps and heavy objects rolling on the ground. If I heard me right, they were heading for the staircase that led upstairs to the attic.

After a while, another footstep came upstairs, and this one walked into Peter's office next door.

Bang dang!

A filing cabinet was pulled open rather roughly, followed by the sound of pieces of paper being flipped. The man didn't seem to be able to find what he was looking for, and began to talk to himself a little angrily.

"Purple folders, purple folders. tm's purple folders, all green here... Oh, found it. ”

The voice in the office next door was quiet for a moment, and then the footsteps rang out again. The office building was opened, and the two men who had just gone to the attic returned at this time.

"Got it?" The voice in the office asked.

"That's it. Damn, why did we put things on the third floor? There is no elevator in this place! Another voice said, for some reason, but Peter always thought the man's accent was a little strange.

"Today is the last time anyway. How about we go have a drink? ”

"I'll forget it, I'll still be on duty tomorrow, I hope it's okay to be half an hour late."

"It's boring. Okay, I'm going to the old place with Robert. If you change your mind for the next hour and a half, we should still be there. ”

The three of them chatted and walked downstairs, turning off all the power along the way. After several minutes, Peter heard the door close and locked. After waiting a few more minutes to make sure they were indeed far away, Peter came out of his hiding place. In the quiet darkness, Peter felt that it was all too smooth.

Now he is the only one in the entire building, which is a godsend.

Peter ran upstairs first, wanting to see what they were transporting. And after going up the stairs, he was confused all of a sudden.

The entire third floor is less than half the size of the second, and there are only two rooms on this floor, which are filled with old furniture that has been covered with ash. There is nothing of value here other than this garbage.

Peter spun around twice in a row, but didn't notice what they had brought up earlier. He suppressed the irritability in his heart, closed his eyes, and carefully recalled the movement of the two men as they went upstairs. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

The two men were supposed to be carrying their cargo when they went up the stairs, but when they were on the same floor, they seemed to be carrying them. If they had done so often, perhaps Peter would have found some clues.

Peter searched carefully again, and finally found fairly obvious signs of wear on the floor of one of the rooms. After a few more searches around there. Peter finally noticed that the iron frame against the wall was something unusual.

Peter grabbed the iron shelf, pressed a protruding button on it, and pulled it hard. It slid to the side with considerable ease, revealing a small hidden door behind it.

Peter got in and turned on the flashlight. It's a fairly small room, probably less than ten square meters. In this small room, however, there were six large boxes neatly arranged.

There was no lock on the chest, perhaps they thought the chamber was secure enough. Peter lifted the lid of the first box and gasped.

Two submachine guns and four pistols were neatly placed in the box, and their corresponding ammunition was stacked next to them. Peter's hand ran over one of the pistols, its mirror-like black metal casing and sleek shape giving it a rather intriguing look. Peter picked it up, played with it in his hand for a while, and then put it back down.

Peter examined the remaining boxes one by one. Three of the boxes also contain a variety of guns and their accompanying ammunition. There were enough munitions here for them to arm more than twenty men. And that's nothing compared to what's in the last two boxes.

The contents of the first box looked like a barrel more than a meter long, with a pair of crosshairs and two handles added to it. Peter had seen this thing on the weasel's redemption list, the grenade launcher. And underneath it, four grenades were neatly fastened to the bottom of the case.

The last box is a little different from the others, it's much smaller.

There was also a faint line of words that had been erased out on it. It took Peter a bit of effort to discover what it was.

January 14, Covendello Mansion.

January 14th... Isn't that the day after tomorrow? Peter was slightly puzzled, and then lifted the lid of the box.

There were only two radio-sized iron boxes inside, and there were a lot of electrical wiring interspersed on the surface. Peter picked one of them up, and it was so heavy that he almost couldn't hold it for a moment. A line was written on the box, and Peter weighed it before taking it closer to the light of the flashlight he was holding under his arm.

The line is simple: face the enemy on this side.

Peter was so frightened that he almost threw what he was holding, but he suppressed his urge in the next moment. If he was not mistaken, this thing was an anti-infantry mine, and he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't detonate it in a big move. And if it really detonates at this distance, Peter will have to hand over half his life even if he doesn't die.

Peter took a few deep breaths, took out his walkie-talkie, and plugged into the weasel's secret channel.

"Dude, I may have found something." He said as he tried to appear calm.