Chapter 154 Unplugging the Hard Drive
The sound of keys colliding when being picked up echoed in the corridor.
Jian Ruochen was holding his service pistol with a silencer installed, leaning quietly in the corner, with not even a corner of his clothes showing.
The two men picked out the key to the office and then pressed the door handle. "It's locked from the outside. Old Morklin is such a jerk."
"Every tree and grass looks like an enemy." Another person said, "Don't read Mr. Cha's books. You can't even recognize a few big characters."
He said lazily, "There must be no one inside, so there's no need to go in and take a look."
Jian Ruochen closed his eyes and waited with bated breath.
After such a long delay, the situation on the rooftop is still unclear, but judging by the methods used by the West Kowloon Crime Squad to rescue people, Sir Chen and his team cannot delay for too long.
Over time, it will only arouse more suspicion.
20 minutes at most.
If he doesn't go in and take a look, and then opens the door after these two people leave, he might not have enough time.
Should I just go up and grab the key?
This is not very safe.
After all, the corridor is an open public place, and the footsteps are so obvious. The silencer is not a dumb gun artifact, it can only eliminate part of the sonic boom. Rashly firing a gun outside will definitely attract the attention of other rooms.
He clenched his fingers, narrowed his eyes slightly, counted the seconds in his mind, kept his eyes and ears open, and kept an eye on all directions.
Behind the hiding corner is a corridor of neither deep nor shallow, with a door on each side, and two rooms in total.
Loud voices of conversation could be heard coming from the crack in the door, and it seemed as if the people inside could push the door open at any time and find his hiding place.
Jian Ruochen's back was covered with sweat, which stuck his shirt to his spine.
Ten seconds later, there was a slight click from the door lock of office 0997 not far away.
The door opened.
Jian Ruochen stood up straight, leaned towards the office and glanced sideways.
The two men walked in and listened to the noise, seemingly pretending to search.
Jian Ruochen walked out of the corner.
I had only taken a few steps towards room 0997 when I heard the sound of a door opening around the corner.
The people who came out walked lightly, and they were joking with each other, "Hahaha, Brother Wang, you're lucky today. Let's go pick some fruit together later?"
"You pervert, you come to the water room to run points (money laundering institutions to launder money), and you still want to pick fruits, sooner or later you will suffer kidney failure."
The sound was getting closer, as if it was following closely behind me. I could hear the footsteps reaching the corner. I only needed to take a few more steps and look again to see a suspicious person walking barefoot on the tiles.
His heart was pounding, and Jian Ruochen couldn't care less.
He took a few quick steps to the door and glanced at the interior decoration of the office. Seeing that the two investigators had their backs to the door, he immediately and quietly grabbed the door handle, closed the door with his backhand, and squatted down to hide behind the back of the English velvet sofa that was placed with its back to the door.
Just as he steadied himself, the two voices and footsteps outside soon arrived at the door of Office 0997.
The teasing became louder, and the tone was filled with the smell of drunkenness.
"I don't know what Molkerlin is busy with. I have to prepare some small gifts and visit him someday to thank this British politician. I don't know what he likes."
"Money, power, alcohol, cigarettes, tea, and sex. I'll give you the last three and you give me the first three. How about that? Hahaha!"
The laughter faded away.
Jian Ruochen relaxed his tense mind a little, loosened his grip on the gun, and wiped the sweat from his hands on the crotch of his pants to avoid any harm.
In the office, two thugs were counting keys again.
"Which are the keys to the safe?"
"The one with the cross pattern on it... No one came in, why are they checking the safe..."
"Molklin is not here, don't you want to take a stack of money and leave?" The male voice that was talking about the soldiers outside the door before said stealthily, "The money in the cabinet is all black money. There is so much money that even if one or two dozen are missing, Morklin will not notice it."
The other one was persuaded, "That makes sense. Drive quickly, I'll keep watch for you at the door."
Jian Ruochen listened to the footsteps and breathing.
If this person walks to the door, he will definitely find his figure hiding behind the sofa.
He stepped back a little, crouched on the ground, his muscles tense, ready to strike.
Within sight, a hand rested on the door handle.
The man suddenly frowned.
Did he just close the door?
It seems not, why is the door closed?
Blown by the wind?
But there was no wind in the corridor.
The man was thinking, and suddenly his eyes met Jian Ruo's light-colored pupils hidden under her black hair. He was immediately horrified and pale.
He reached for his gun, tried to open the door, and opened his mouth to warn others.
Not far away, the thug who was concentrating on opening the safe with his back to this place was unaware of anything. He was thinking about the windfall that was about to come to his hands and actually hummed a song.
In a flash.
Jian Ruochen climbed over the sofa and jumped onto the thug's back. He covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and with the other hand, holding the gun, he hit his carotid artery twice from bottom to top.
The thug's eyes went dark. He wanted to breathe and to shout a warning, but the hand covering his face didn't give him any chance. Then he felt a pain at the back of his neck.
Completely unconscious.
Jian Ruochen pressed against his body, dragged him to the sofa and gently placed him down without making any sound.
The two men had not yet drawn their guns, so he could not be the first to shoot and kill them at will.
I have already wasted ten minutes hiding, and it took another 30 seconds to deal with this thug. I must deal with the other thug within nine and a half minutes and get the evidence!
Otherwise, he might bump into the casino manager coming down from the rooftop.
Jian Ruochen took a low breath, lowered his eyes, and expressionlessly closed the office door that had been slightly opened by the thugs.
He locked his sights on the thug who was shaking his head and humming a song.
Footsteps landed on the carpet.
Fortunately, I took off my shoes.
If you don't wear slippers, the soles of your shoes will likely rub against the carpet and make a slight noise, alerting the thugs.
But the cotton socks fell on the carpet silently, without any sound at all.
Jian Ruochen stood quietly behind the thug who was shaking his head, waiting patiently for him to count the keys and open the three locks of the safe. Then he suddenly reached out, covered his mouth tightly, and knocked him out by doing the same thing.
In order to prevent someone from snatching guns, the casino's thugs' guns are locked to their waists with iron chains that cannot be removed for a period of time. There are no ropes in the office, and it would be a waste of time to find a way to tie people up.
8 minutes left.
Evidence matters.
Now he was alone, with no one to know or know, and he had no idea what the outcome of the gunfight on the third floor was, or whether Guan Yingjun and the others were safe.
I don’t know what the situation is on the top floor, whether the victims have been rescued, or whether the casino manager is preparing to come back.
Jian Ruochen just felt that the time was extremely torturous and long.
His back was covered in sweat. He held the gun in one hand and flipped through the documents on the desk with the other, then touched the computer host.
The old, heavy frosted plastic was still a little warm, indicating that it had just been closed for a short time.
There was also a row of colorful floppy disks in the long box on the desk, roughly about twenty or thirty of them.
But a floppy disk can only carry less than 2M of content. Who knows if this old and clumsy machine will get stuck on the progress bar when copying.
If someone comes to the door, the progress bar inside is stuck at 99%...
It makes me suffocate just thinking about it.
If copying is not possible, it is better to directly dismantle the memory hard drive and take away all the evidence. This is fast and safe, and even saves the screening step.
Jian Ruo pondered for a moment, then immediately cut off the power supply of the computer and opened the cover on the side of the host computer case.
He took a deep breath, but still felt uneasy, so he unplugged all the wires connected to the back of the chassis and took the time to check the time.
15 minutes of 20 minutes had already passed.
Five minutes left.
The pendulum of the old-fashioned wall clock in the office was swinging, and the second hand was moving, making a "click-click" sound.
Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but Jian Ruochen always felt that the bell seemed to be getting louder and louder.
His breathing gradually became heavier, his body temperature rose, and he couldn't help but clench his teeth.
Be quick.
If he were discovered, the casino manager would most likely go all out and confront the entire West Kowloon Serious Crime Squad, leading to a large-scale gunfight.
With so many people in the casino, there will definitely be a large number of innocent casualties.
We can’t get to that point!
If he was caught, he had to keep his identity secret and not let anyone see that he was a consultant for the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit A.
While thinking, Jian Ruochen strung together a few wire hairpins that he had removed earlier and twisted them to make a simple flat-blade screwdriver, which he inserted into the screws of the chassis guard plate.
After all, the hairpin is not a regular screwdriver. It will slip after turning it a few times. If it slips, you have to concentrate and push it back into the groove of the screw.
Jian Ruochen stared at the four screws and almost saw double images in front of his eyes.
The sweat that was oozing out of the corners of his forehead finally condensed into sweat beads, which fell down his cheeks, hung on his chin for a while, and fell on the carpet, leaving a round mark.
4 is too many, I’ll just use 2 from now on.
When he got back, he told Uncle Luo that the accessories of their desktop computer must be fixed with only two screws for easy disassembly.
17th minute.
After the baffle of the chassis is removed and the chassis is placed horizontally, a solid-state hard drive that is the size of a palm and about 1 cm thick can be found.
Breathe lightly and keep your fingers steady.
Jian Ruochen held his breath and concentrated, gently unscrewed the remaining screws, removed the hard drive, and then deftly threw the removed screws under the desk without even having time to replug the wires. He stood up, grabbed the memory stick, and turned to look at the safe that had been opened.
The safe is about 3 square meters in size, and is connected to a hidden cabinet that looks like a small room on the side, which contains piles of pounds.
Jian Ruochen didn't even look at it and went straight to the pile of 5cm thick A4 papers in the corner.
He grabbed the stack of papers, not caring what was written inside, and sandwiched the hard drive in the middle. He scribbled on all sides with clips, lifted up his clothes, and stuffed it in front of his stomach.
Thanks to the strict management in the compound, they used to do this to hide comic books in front of their stomachs to hide it from the instructors, and they are very skilled at it.
At this moment, the phone in my pocket vibrated slightly.
Jian Ruochen took it out and took a look at it.
【The third floor has ended.】 】
Sender: Guan.
Good things come in pairs!
I don't know if they were injured.
Jian Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief, walked over the two thugs lying on the ground, and put his fingers on the office door handle.
Just when he had pressed down one-third of the way, he heard the faint and disorderly sound of footsteps coming from outside.
One of them was particularly heavy, as if it was a special reminder.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Jincai's voice was heard from outside the door.
He shouted, "Mr. Molkerin, you'd better sign an agreement with the victim in front of us! Sign it in the lobby on the first floor, otherwise we won't feel at ease!"
Just a reminder!
Jian Ruochen gently released the handle and took two steps back.
At the same time, the thug who was knocked unconscious and hiding behind the sofa twitched his fingers slightly.
Jian Ruochen retreated to the window and looked out. This was the 7th floor, and there was no place to stand outside. If he fell down, he would surely die.
There are wolves in front and tigers behind, there is no way to retreat.
what to do?
Jian Ruochen gritted his teeth and thought of a solution, pondering the layout of the casino.
If the person in charge walked in directly, he wouldn't be able to delay the event for long no matter how good he was at acting.
We must find a way to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
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