Chapter 84 What you are guarding against is not the person - "The system sends editors, from deliveryman to 007 agent"
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Gu Chengan raised his head slightly and glanced in the direction he just flashed. The red font appeared again, in the upper middle position on the right.
Then he turned into the unit door naturally.
The light in the corridor is relatively dim, and the walls are also covered with various colorful advertisements - for clearing pipes, for moving goods, and for "unlocking in five minutes."
Gu Chengan glanced at the advertisement.
Five minutes?The efficiency is not good.
He went upstairs with gentle steps.
The voice of a TV series came from the crack of a door on the second floor. It was quite loud - "If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be strict..."
"It's quite appropriate!" Gu Chengan thought in his heart.
The third floor was very quiet, and soon we arrived at the fourth floor.
The red label is in the innermost door at the end of the corridor.
Now that the fonts are larger, specific information can be seen.
[Name: Ma Wenchang.】
[Occupation: Black Broker/Kidnapper/Smuggling]
He observed it for a while, but the label didn't move at all. Judging from the height, he was probably still sleeping.
Gu Chengan slowly approached the door and looked at the wooden door up and down. It was equipped with the most common pinball lock.
This lock does not protect against people, but against the wind.
He took out his old friend lubricating oil from the system space, pointed some at the lock cylinder, and put it back into the space.
Then take out the lock picking tool.
The tension wrench reaches in and the hook pin follows.
Finger fine-tuning.
The first marble is in place.
The second one.
The third one.
"Click."
It took seven seconds, and Gu Chengan couldn't help but think of the small advertisement just now.
After observing carefully, the label on the spectacle lens was still not moved at all.
The lock-picking tool immediately retracted the space, the 92 modified pistol was taken out simultaneously, the door was pushed open with the left hand, and the right foot was stepped in, all in one go.
His elbow hit the switch next to the door.
The room suddenly became brighter.
The room was not big, just fifteen square meters, with a single bed against the wall and two buckets of instant noodles and a mobile phone on the folding table.
The person on the bed was awakened by a series of noises. He sat up instinctively and reached under the pillow——
"Don't move."
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