"What are you doing?" The two oncoming security guards on patrol saw Fisher, the first with his hand on the stun gun on his waist, and the latter holding the walkie-talkie.

Fisher rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "I just smoked a cigarette on the side, what's wrong?" ”

"It's a special time...... the leader frowned, and Fisher's attitude made him very dissatisfied.

"You care about me?" Fisher squeezed the two of them apart with his shoulders and walked straight away.

The young security guard with the walkie-talkie raised his eyebrows and was about to have a seizure, when the older security guard at the head held him down, looked at Fisher's appearance, and whispered, "It may be a relation." After saying that, he reached out to touch his walkie-talkie, but it was empty.

"Strange, where's the walkie-talkie......" the old security guard frowned, "Did you forget to take it?" You first ask the monitoring room to see if he is telling the truth, as long as there is no major change, leave him alone. Let a sleeping dog lie. ”

"Okay." The young security guard nodded in response, pressed the walkie-talkie and asked the monitoring room, which gave him an affirmative answer.

Hearing the reply on the intercom, the old security guard shrugged and patted the young security guard on the shoulder, "Let's go, keep patrolling, you can't be angry with these vampire parasites." ”

Fisher pinned the old security guard's walkie-talkie to his waist and plugged in the headphones into his left ear. The headset he had used to communicate with Liu Tiancheng's other security guards was put into the toilet tank along with him. In the right ear, there are implantable headphones that communicate with Angela and others.

From the headset, Fisher had already learned that the police had raided the floor that Chris had sniped on, and in line with the idea that the most dangerous place was the safest place, and that the dark psychological warfare under the lights, the floor that Fisher had monitored before was one level above the room that was raided.

As for whether a few people are nervous now, he doesn't know. But Fisher was now quite at ease, and now that he had the walkie-talkie, he was better able to choose his route, avoid other security guards who were suspicious of him, and tease the passing office girl all the way to the third floor.

The third floor is the research office, which is an office, not a research room. There were a large number of small staff members crackling in the cubicles typing information on the keyboard, and Fisher passed by, not squinting, but scanning the crowd with a second vision.

Soon he had chosen a target, a bespectacled, long-haired staff member with a silver lighter on his desk, looking at the screen in a serious manner, cross-checking the information in his hand.

Fisher saw him scratching his throat from time to time.

When the man walked past in the second circle, Fisher looked careless and kicked the other party's chair, the other party looked at him dissatisfied, Fisher hurriedly nodded and apologized, the man whispered something, Fisher didn't bother to listen. When he turned around, he pulled out a cigarette and put it to his mouth, and walked towards the stairwell.

From the second vision, I saw that the man behind him subconsciously looked at his lighter and made a gesture of swallowing saliva when he saw Fisher taking a cigarette in his mouth.

"It's finished." Fisher smiled and walked slowly to the stairwell door, gently pushing the door open and entering.

"One, two, three, four......" Fisher counted silently against the wall.

Before he could count to twenty, the fire door in the stairwell was pushed open, and the moment it opened, Fisher could already see the old man clearly, and a smile flashed on his face. He held an unlit cigarette in his mouth and slapped it on his body, "Damn, why is the lighter missing?" He muttered to himself, as if he didn't notice the door being pushed open.

"I've got a fire here!" The eyed man hurriedly lit his own lighter and approached Fisher.

Fisher gave him a suspicious look, and did not lean in to catch the fire.

The man in glasses smiled, "Hehe, borrow a cigarette." ”

Fisher gave him a blank look, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out one, pinched the cigarette butt with his hand, crushed the small beads in it with a slight force and silently, and handed it to him, with a look of contempt on his face: "I have seen a person who borrowed fire, and I have never seen a person who borrowed a cigarette." With that, he leaned in and lit the cigarette.

The man in glasses smiled, raised the cigarette to his nose, took a deep breath, and his face showed the intoxicated expression of the addict when he got the goods, and his mouth smashed it and let out a satisfied sigh. Fisher couldn't help but step back a little.

"Don't mind, don't mind, I haven't smoked for a day, and I'm not allowed to go out at this time, it's uncomfortable, hehe." The man smiled, lit a cigarette, and quickly took a deep breath, but unexpectedly choked on the violent smoke, bent down and coughed repeatedly.

Fisher patted him on the back and helped him get his way.

The man finally recovered and said in surprise: "Your smoke is so strong, my old smoking gun is choked!" ”

Fisher had a smug smile on his face: "That's right, I took a lot of effort to get this cigarette." ”

The man smiled and took a deep breath again, this time with preparation, he was not choked again, "Cool!" A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The two of them just smoked cigarettes, swallowed clouds and smoke in the corridor, and chatted casually about the topic of cigarettes. Soon, a cigarette burned out, and Fisher opened the cigarette case, pulled out one, and stuffed it into his breast pocket, "You know what? You're interesting, I kind of like you. Send you another one, and in case the addiction comes, order it yourself. ”

The man smiled and nodded repeatedly, feeling a lot more favorable for Fisher.

The two pinched their cigarettes, and Fisher waved at him, "I'm going to keep patrolling." The man nodded, pushed the door open, and walked out.

Watching the fire door slowly close, Fisher looked at the key card that he had just taken away when he patted the other party on the back, kissed it, took off his security uniform, tore off the second layer of pants, exposed the work clothes of the ordinary employees inside, clamped the key card he had just brought to his chest, threw the changed uniform into the trash can in the corridor, closed the lid, patted the non-existent ash on his body, and walked up.

The security guard's key card was caught in the other party's pocket when he put a cigarette on the eyed man, although he couldn't hide it for long, but it was always enough.

Fisher strode upstairs.

The fourth floor is the same layout, but a small part is allocated to several servers, forming a small computer room. This is just one of the many data terminals of Titan, Titan is similar to the banking system, if the data in one of the computer rooms or servers is modified, the central computer will automatically correct the error, once the server is modified at the same time does not exceed half of the total, then the central computer will automatically restore the modification, and at the same time light up the orange main warning light.

Fisher slowly walked towards the small computer room on the fourth floor, slowing down his pace along the way and using a second vision to guard the surroundings, and when there was no one, he swiped open the door of the computer room with a key card and flashed into the computer room.

He didn't care about the monitor facing him on the head of the computer room, walked straight to one of the switches, and quietly inserted two small USB sticks into the switches.

One of them is the USB flash drive of Ou Peng's company, which can transmit data in time, which was the condition that Fisher negotiated with Liu Tiancheng at that time. Although the rank of ordinary employees is very low, and they cannot access higher-level information, these low-level materials in the eyes of Titan Corporation are enough to make them ecstatic for other technology companies.

As for the other one, it is Bermuda's black technology, which can crack a higher level and obtain more confidential information, but the disadvantage is that it cannot be automatically transmitted, and a physical connection must be used to read the data in it.

Fisher plugged in two USB sticks, and the USB sticks began to copy data automatically, he picked up a stack of papers, and began to enter data into the computer in a serious manner.

Of course, he naturally didn't have any information to enter, and the stack of papers was just a stack he held when he passed by the printer.

"What's that?" In the surveillance room on the fourth floor, a security guard pointed to a surveillance screen and turned to another person.

"I'll zoom in." The security guard selected the screen, rubbed the wheel, and enlarged the screen, "Enter the information, what's wrong?" ”

Fisher is shown with his back to the camera, looking down at the paper in front of him from time to time, typing with both hands on the keyboard.

"I always feel a little wrong, you change your perspective."

The security guard shrugged and shifted the camera to another, this time diagonally above Fisher.

"Zoom in, let me see the paper in front of him." The security guard, who noticed the abnormality at first, frowned and stared at the screen.

The picture zoomed in, the security guard's face changed drastically, and he was about to press the alarm button when the phone in the monitoring room rang. Another security guard immediately picked up the phone and turned on the speakerphone.

"Fourth-floor security room."

"There was a security guard who took my key card, and I was ......"

The security guard in the monitoring room did not continue to listen to him, and directly pressed the alarm button.

"Woo oo ~ " Fisher looked up at the alarm light above his head flashing and flickered, and when he looked down at the screen, he found that the screen had been locked, he shrugged his shoulders, pulled out the two USB flash drives, stepped back from his chair, and stood up.

"Oh, that's a terrible thing."