Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

As the largest newspaper and magazine in the United States, the New York Times has always been known for its strength.

The so-called "strength" here is not only the number of staff, which is as high as three thousand, but also the number of foreign reporters.

In addition, because of an accident a few years ago, the New York Times is now heavily guarded and outsiders cannot enter without credentials.

And there are security guards guarding the company's entrance 24 hours a day, so even flies can't fly in.

So much so that the United States likes to use the term "Fire Fox Prison" to ridicule the New York Times, saying that the New York Times is the most powerful prison in the newspaper industry.

The work Du Yongxiao assigned to Barton and the three of them seemed simple, but in fact it was very troublesome.

Now the dirt concocted by Getty and Weir has been sent to the newspaper's editor-in-chief's office and is still hidden in a safe.

Just wait until tomorrow to publish and use it directly. Now it is too difficult for Barton and the others to replace these black materials without anyone noticing. It can even be said to be an "impossible task."

…

It's freezing cold.

The three Bartons came to the door of the newspaper office to investigate for a long time, and came to the conclusion that it was impossible to enter in a grand manner.

Who would have thought that the security of a newspaper office would be stricter than that of a prison?

Not only do you need to check your ID, but you also need to compare your fingerprints.

"God, is this a newspaper office or a bank?" Sheriff An Zhui complained.

"It's over. I don't think we can get in! Boss, why don't we go back? At least we still have a formal job." Meagan backed down.

An Zhui said nothing, but turned to look at Barton who said nothing, "Man, what do you think?"

Barton's eyes were bright and he said calmly: "Since the gate can't be entered, we have to find another way."

"any solution?"

Barton did not speak, but looked up at the tall building.

An Zhui then raised his head and said, "God, are you trying to fly in from above?"

Barton nodded, "That's what I meant!"

"Oh shit, I'm afraid of heights!"

…

New York Times Building,

Top rooftop——

An Zhui and Mi Gen dropped the rope.

The rope clattered down the window of the building.

It was dark now.

The cold wind howled on the rooftop, causing the faces of Barton and the three of them to hurt like knives.

"Are you sure you really want to climb down from here?" An Zhui asked Barton again.

Barton nodded, "This is the only way now."

"Okay, I admit that I don't have the courage, but if you decide to go on, I will stay with you until the end." An Zhui said, walked forward, took a careful look below, and immediately felt dizzy: "Oh damn, I'm really afraid of heights! "

"Boss, why don't you go down there? How will I explain to my sister-in-law if something happens?" Mi Gen said to An Zhui.

"Damn it, don't you know your sister-in-law's character? She wants me to die early!" An Zhui took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"So, you are the queen?" Migen said, "The two of us will climb down."

"Well, okay!" An Zhui encouraged himself, "If you two dare to go down, I can definitely do it too. Yes! Absolutely."

The cold wind howled.

Barton wore gloves, held the rope with both hands, and climbed down slowly.

Below is an abyss.

Especially in this winter, he was hanging on the rope, and the strong wind shook him from side to side, as if he would be easily blown off by the strong wind.

Barton gritted his teeth.

This difficulty is nothing to him.

During the Vietnam War, as an airborne soldier, he jumped directly from the plane several times.

Barton hung on the rope and finally arrived outside the window of the New York Times editor-in-chief's office on the seventeenth floor.

He held the rope with one hand and pushed the window.

The window was motionless and locked tightly from the inside.

But this does not trouble Barton.

Barton took out a coin from his pocket, then pointed it at the window screw and slowly turned it.

One, two, three--

About that time, one of the windows started to come loose.

Barton gently removed the window, then ducked in, then pulled the rope and responded to the above.

Mi Gen followed suit and hung down from above.

Finally, it was Sheriff An's turn.

An Zhui glanced down and immediately felt dizzy, "Damn it, how could I agree to let them go down? I should stay up there!"

An Zhui cursed a few times, then closed his eyes, grabbed the rope with both hands and started climbing down, saying: "Don't be afraid, yes, don't be afraid! As long as you don't look down, it'll be fine! Oh God , bless me!”

One minute!

Two minutes!

When An Zhui finally hung down from above, it felt like half a century had passed.

It’s too long, it’s simply a torture within a torture.

"Boss, be careful. Come on, give me your hand and I'll help you!" Mi Gen saw An Zhui falling and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"Oh damn, it turns out I can do it! Yes, it's not scary at all!" An Zhui said this, but his eyes were still closed, not daring to look down at all.

For him, there was an abyss below.

When An Zhui also got into the office, he found Barton worrying about the safe in the corner of the office.

As the editor-in-chief of the New York Times, all valuable and secret information is hidden inside.

"What should I do? The information is inside, but we can't open it." Barton said distressedly.

An Zhui smiled: "You can't open it, not me."

"Huh?" Barton looked at An Zhui.

An Zhui smiled slightly and said, "Get out of the way and watch my performance."

Mi Gen said from the side: "Boss, what are you going to do?"

An Zhui knelt down with a smile, looked at the safe and said, "It seems I got it right this time. Yes, God, what if you come down? You can't open this safe."

As he spoke, An Zhui took off a pin from his body, then gestured at the keyhole of the safe, and said, "Fortunately, this safe is of an old type, and the keyhole is relatively simple..."

"Uh, boss, can you open a safe?"

"Haha, I caught a thief before. No, to be precise, he was a very famous criminal, nicknamed 'The Saint of Thieves'. He was the best at opening locks and picking cabinets. As for me, I saw that he was quite interesting, so I followed him and learned a few tricks. You also know that as police officers, we often encounter situations where we cannot open the door, so the unique skill of unlocking is absolutely practical."

While he was talking, An Zhui had already carefully inserted the pin into the keyhole, twisting it left and right, up and down——

A moment——

"Found it! Damn it, this spring is amazing!" An Zhui said with a smile on his face.

Snap!

The lock is open!

Barton couldn't help but be eye-opened.

Is this okay?

Mi Gen even gave An Zhui a thumbs up: "Boss, I admire you very much!"

"Haha, easy to say!" An Zhui looked proud. "Let's see what treasures are in this safe first!"

While talking, An Zhui had already opened the cabinet——

The three of them looked inside together——

"Uh, how could this happen?"

Stunned!