Battlefield Contractor

Sergey took Lin Rui very carefully to bypass the camera surveillance and slowly moved forward.

"We can't enter from the front, but the side is a good choice.

This kind of old house, because Russia is located near the northern frigid zone, the temperature is very low, so the front of the building is designed with small windows to keep warm.

And there are usually few windows on the side. We don't have to worry about being discovered, of course, camera surveillance still has to be careful.

According to my observations, the camera surveillance here is probably an inductive alarm device. Sergey whispered.

"Inductive alarm?" Lin Rui frowned, "What?"

"It is a monitoring technology. When there is no large object moving in the monitored lens, the alarm will not be triggered.

But if a large object moves, the alarm device will be triggered immediately. A common optical electronic technology. Sergey whispered.

"It seems that these hackers still know a lot." Lin Rui said in a low voice.

"Not professional enough, but I know a lot about it." Sergey smiled.

The entire villa is equipped with a complex nervous system, which is some wires buried in the walls, ceiling, and sometimes in the floor.

These wires are connected to all alarm bells and alarms, even door lock devices, precision microphones or TV scanners.

All surveillance or eavesdropping are of course controlled by the monitors here.

But this is not a big problem for Sergey. Although it is a bit cumbersome, it hardly constitutes a hindrance to him.

Soon they went all the way to the side wing, and then managed to get in from a window on the second floor and mixed into the interior of the villa.

Someone seems to be arguing in the room on the second floor of the villa.

When Lin Rui and Sergey walked in, they happened to hear the movement.

They immediately found a place to hide, and secretly observed the movement in the room.

A few people were sitting side by side behind a huge writing desk in the room. One of them was wearing glasses, and he could see that the person was highly nearsighted, his eyes blinking behind the thick lenses.

If the degree of the glasses does not reach a certain level, it is impossible to have this effect.

The man with glasses threw a piece of paper on the writing desk and pushed it forward. And the other seemed to be exactly the Gorpov they were looking for.

"Cass, they just handed this to me, your resignation. What does this mean?" Gorpov asked, knocking on the table.

"I want to get out of here," said Cass, the man with glasses, moving his body uncomfortably.

"Why? Did you find a better job elsewhere? If so, who to work for? We have the right to know." Gorpov asked.

"I haven't found another job, and I haven't looked for it. Maybe I will look for it later." The glasses man Cass slid his feet on the ground with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Then why did you decide to leave? We worked together very happily." Gorpov interrogated him.

"I have enough!" said the man with glasses, obviously irritable and disturbed.

"Enough?" Gorpov was puzzled. "What is enough?"

"Enough work here."

"Let's figure it out," Gorpov said. "You are a respected person and have worked with us for two years.

Up to now, you seem to have been very satisfied. Your work has always been top-notch, and no one has criticized your work or criticized you.

If you can keep this record, you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life. We provide you with protection.

Are you really planning to abandon a job that is safe and beneficial? "

"Yes," said Cass, the man with glasses.

"And there is no better job at hand?"

"good."

Gorpov leaned back in his chair and stared at him thoughtfully: "Do you know what I'm thinking? I think you'd better go see a doctor.

Cass, your problem is getting worse. "

"But I don't want to see it." The spectacle man said, "I don't need it—I don't plan to see it either."

"He may diagnose that you are nervous due to overwork. He may suggest that you take a good rest for a while."

Gorpov persuaded, "Then you can take a long vacation and pay the salary. Go fishing in a quiet and relaxing place, and come back in due course.

At that time, you will feel energetic. We can continue what we want to do. "

"I have no interest in fishing."

"Then what are you interested in? You who can only deal with computers, what do you plan to do after you leave here?"

"I want to walk around, relax for a while, and go wherever I love. I want to walk freely and as I want."

Gorpov frowned and interjected, "Are you planning to leave us completely?"

"There is currently no such plan."

"From your personal file, you have never been issued a passport. So you probably have no plans to leave Russia." Gorpov continued.

"But I'd better remind you first, if you really want to apply for a passport, you may encounter some very embarrassing problems.

The information we have may be useful to the police. The government cannot ignore this fact. "

"Do you mean that you will provide this information to the police?" Cass asked, his face flushed slightly.

"Not at all-it doesn't mean that in the current situation."

Gorpov said frankly, "At this moment, your character is beyond reproach. No one doubts your loyalty. But—"

"But what?"

"The situation will change. A person wandering around aimlessly, without a job, without income, will definitely spend his savings in the end.

At that time, he would taste poverty, and his ideas would begin to change. Do you understand what I mean? "

"When I am fully prepared, I will find a job at some time, somewhere. And I have enough money." Cass shook his head.

"Is that so?" Gorpov interrupted, raising his eyebrows sarcastically, "not to mention finding a job, it's hard for you to talk to people."

"My qualifications do not prevent me from washing the dishes." Cass said, "If you don't mind, I think let me solve my own problems in my own way. We said before that it was free to join and withdraw. ,Yes?"

"But I want to keep it like this." Gorpov said loudly, with a slight threat in his tone.

He sighed heavily, then commented, "If you must go crazy suddenly, I can't stop you. So I will accept your resignation and I will give it to the headquarters.

But you better understand that this is not a resignation, it is your final letter!

If they decide to shoot you at dawn, they will do it too. He waved his hand, "You have to understand what the seventh group is!" You cannot quit after joining. "