Most middle-class communities will have a very good supporting service company, from cleaning to security, as well as community hospitals and doctors, who can provide a full range of care and services to residents.

People living in these communities spend a lot of money each quarter to maintain these benefits, but their efforts are worth it because they bring them a certain "dignity" and "decency" that is significantly higher than that of the lower classes.

As soon as Lynch rode his bicycle from the main road into the entrance of the community, the security guard on duty at the gate stopped him, "This is a private area, you can't go in......"

It was already getting dark, and the security guard didn't notice Lynch's outfit at first, and he walked in some before he realized Lynch's outfit, a typical electrician.

Generally speaking, many middle-class communities have their own electricians, and the electrician's salary does not need to be paid by the service company, but by all the community owners, and they will also pay an additional part to the service company as a management fee.

The advantage of this is that if there is a problem with the electrical system of a household, the electrician will quickly show up where he is needed and solve the problem, but it will also lead to some other problems, such as the dissatisfaction of the power supply company.

The business that was supposed to belong to the power supply company was taken away by the service company, and they certainly didn't act as if nothing had happened, so they also found a way to recover the loss, that is, the aging and maintenance of the circuit.

The service company did not recognize the request of the electricity company, and then the electricity company told the owners who had community electricians in various ways, mainly by telephone intimidation, that their circuits were facing age, and that the owners of such and such a community were unwilling to repair the lines, and as a result, a fire broke out and several people went to see God and so on.

Eventually, most homeowners will ask the utility company to do the repairs and will be willing to pay another amount of money for it – some of them don't know that the money will be billed to their mailbox by the service company before the end of the cycle.

Some people will read the role of every penny, these are the middle class that have started to get strained, and most normal families will not care about these small sums of money.

This is also the reason why all kinds of lines and equipment in middle-class communities and some top communities are covered with a layer of lead bars that are not allowed to be dismantled, and only the people of the power supply company can dismantle them, and if they dismantle and repair some of them, then the owners of the entire community have to pay for it.

This does not apply to all communities, and there are some community service companies that do not provide electrician services, which is quite normal.

Lynch stopped the bike, he raised the clipboard in his hand, the maintenance order on the first page of the clipboard made him look more formal, "I came to repair the line, some people said that they saw some lines aging and cracking......"

The security guard frowned, he knew very well that these were all tricks of the power supply company, but it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't need to offend people because of the company's affairs.

He waved his hand, told Lynch not to affect the residents here, and then returned to the sentry box, continuing to stick to his post conscientiously.

Lynch found Michael's home with ease, and there was a telephone pole next to the yard of his house, and on the pole there was a watchtower on what looked like a medieval sea ship to provide a place for people to stand, which was also the main maintenance area.

There was a box with some electrical equipment installed in it, and the opening was sealed with lead strips, which needed to be broken with special tools to open it.

The number on this lead bar is used as the basis for charging for the service company, and under normal circumstances, the electrician will show these numbered lead bars to the service company and keep them on file, and then bring them back to the power company.

Lynch climbed up the raised part of the pole with ease, and from this angle he could clearly see the whole of Michael's house.

I have to say that this bastard is very good at picking places, it looks like a three-story single-family house of about 200 square meters, plus the yard in front and back, although there is no swimming pool, there are also some small gardening.

Occasionally, people would pass by, and they would occasionally look up at Lynch, who was "busy", and soon withdrew their gaze and did not linger any longer.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it is true that there are frequent line maintenance seasons, and there are some fires caused by aging lines almost every week in the summer, which refers to the whole federation.

For example, in some more upscale communities, it is normal to overhaul once a month, especially in the hottest days, and it is the peak of electricity consumption, which is easy to have some problems, and someone checks it almost every day.

He was ready to go back when he didn't see the masthead coming at almost ten o'clock in the evening, when a sneaky black shadow came from the back of the community.

The masthead had already thought about it, but the problem was that he was stopped at the door, and a person like him, dressed in cheap clothes and smelling of alcohol, could not be a resident of this community, and the security guard responsibly stopped him at the door.

Considering that there were security guards patrolling it from time to time, and that he had drunk some alcohol at night to be brave, the newspaper head slept in the grass on the side of the road in a daze while waiting for an opportunity.

If it weren't for the temperature and mosquitoes waking him up, he might have slept until tomorrow morning.

There was no chance to enter from the main entrance, so he went around to the back door.

The back door actually has a sentry box and a small road leading directly to the main road, but this road is relatively back, and people are used to entering and exiting through the front door, so the door on this side is closed.

The car could not enter and exit normally, and so did the person who carried it out, but these not strict measures could not stop a person with hands and feet, and the masthead turned over very easily, and waited for two groups of patrolling security guards to figure out the interval between their patrols before touching the vicinity of Michael's house.

At this time, the street lamps could not send light to them level under the constraints of the lampshade, and Lynch, who was standing at the top of the telephone pole, would not have thought that someone was hiding in the dark shadow if he was not particularly close in the dark.

Lynch watched the masthead sneak through a courtyard wall of only about one meter and two meters and jumped into the yard, watched him sneak around the house, and tried to push open every window he could touch.

Perhaps because it was so safe here, or perhaps because of the inherent paralysis of women, a window was pushed open in the surprise of the masthead on the west-facing side of the house.

The window was slowly pushed up by him without making any sound, and he pushed it hard, and his upper body got into the window, all of which was seen by Lynch, but he didn't move, he was waiting.

Time passed little by little, the quiet night sky exuded starlight and quiet beauty, and in the darkness Lynch's gaze remained in that house.

It's been almost ten minutes since the masthead went in, and this idiot can't even do this little thing?

After waiting for another minute or two, the wait on the second floor suddenly lit up, and a shadow appeared behind the curtain that was not very light-insulated, and the bumpy shadow was supposed to be a woman, and the shadow stayed at the window for a while, and then disappeared.

A few seconds later, Lynch heard an exclamation!