Luo Shimiao took out his binoculars to observe. There were gates set up at each entrance to the villa, guarded by armed men.
The villa's inner courtyard is guarded by two people at regular intervals.
Furthermore, drones are also patrolling the airspace.
"This old tortoise shell is really afraid of dying," Luo Shimiao said, putting down his binoculars.
Luo Jianxing: "It's guarded tighter than a prison. We need to find a way to sneak in. It would be best if we could confirm the location of the necklace before we got in."
He turned on the computer, hacked into the other party's monitoring system, and saw a series of small screen images in front of him.
Everyone was glued to the computer screen; we had to be absolutely sure of everything, otherwise we'd become easy targets if we failed.
Time flies.
Luo Jianxing rubbed his sore eyes: "Let's check the defense again tonight. They'll have to be blind to get in during the day."
"Derson is really vigilant. He didn't install many cameras in the villa, probably because he's afraid of being hacked."
"Finding the exact location of the necklace will be quite difficult."
Luo Shimiao stared intently at the screen, when suddenly an idea struck her. She cupped his head in her hands and shook it, saying, "Didn't you install a watchdog on your phone before to prevent me from playing with it?"
"Let's implant it in his phone and see if it can be used."
"Stop, stop, stop! You've shaken your brains out." Luo Jianxing pressed down on her hand.
Gu Nian lowered his eyelids and asked, "What's a watchdog?"
"It can control your phone's camera and record video automatically." Luo Jianxing explained while multitasking, "Don't get me wrong, I don't have any weird hobbies."
The other person's phone was specially customized, but in Luo Jianxing's eyes it was no different from an ordinary phone.
After successful implantation, the screen is completely dark, but you can hear the other person speaking.
Luo Jianxing switched screens, and a red dot was moving on the map.
Luo Shimiao picked up the binoculars, walked to the window, and put them over his eyes. A black car slowly drove out of the gate: "He went out."
"Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman," Little Green circled in the room. "Master, you used your beauty to bewitch this man named Desen."
"Then go home with him, find a chance to drug him, and get the necklace will be a piece of cake, right?"
Li Man slowly shook her head: "He doesn't like women, and he especially hates good-looking women. If a woman falls into his hands, he will try every means to torture her, making her wish she were dead."
"Ugh, is he crazy?" Little Green shook its feathers. "He doesn't like women, he just likes men. He's a super handsome guy, he'll win me over in no time."
Luo Shimiao jumped up and hit it: "Do you really think people are stupid? Gu Nian's face will immediately expose him."
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
Gu Nian exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "Let's go back to the hotel first. There might be a breakthrough tonight."
“A-Nian is right. Desen and the villa are under our surveillance now. Let’s go back and think of a solution.” Luo Jianxing quickly put the computer away.
The group went to a restaurant to get takeout to eat back at the hotel.
We need to stay up late tonight, so everyone went to sleep after dinner.
At 8 p.m., after getting a good night's sleep, they began to divide the work and keep a close eye on every move of the villa.
Luo Jianxing suddenly remembered that he was missing his underwear, so he took out two pairs of underwear from the box and hung them on the balcony: "Let's see if he comes tonight."
......
Around midnight, a smelly sound came from inside the room.
"Pfft~~"
Luo Shimiao blushed, grabbed a tissue from the table, clutched her stomach, and ran to the toilet.
The restaurants here are so clean! This is the third time she's made brown cupcakes—no, chocolate milkshakes.
She squatted in the cramped toilet, her hands gripping the wall, recalling the scenes from the surveillance camera, and an idea slowly formed in her mind.
After she had vented her worries, she spoke her mind.
Li Man nodded: "That's feasible."
Luo Jianxing: "I'll check right away."
Just as he came out and was about to share the good news, he caught a glimpse of the surveillance footage on the balcony and saw the familiar clothesline.
"Whoosh." He pointed at the monitor and said silently, "He really came."
Luo Shimiao: "Let's go, follow him, and see what he's up to."
The four of them followed him at a distance, watching him with a bag slung over his shoulder as he looked around the street.
Perhaps because so many underwear have been stolen recently, people are afraid to hang their underwear out to dry, so the thieves only managed to steal a few pairs.
I followed him for several blocks, and by the moonlight, I saw that he finally stopped in front of a barbershop.
He took out his key from his waist and opened the door. As he opened the door, everyone quietly approached him.
After he pulled the roller shutter up, Luo Shimiao rushed out first.
Upon hearing the sound, the man turned to look at the source of the sound, while simultaneously reaching for the gun in his pocket.
Before she could even take it out, Luo Shimiao knocked her down and dragged her into the house.
Li Man picked up the clothesline pole that had fallen to the ground and broken into several pieces, and pulled down the roller shutter door.
Luo Shimiao grabbed his hand and stepped on the man's back.
"I've already paid this month's protection fee," the man on the ground said, kicking his legs.
Luo Shimiao subtly pushed off with his toes: "Protection money? I'm asking you what you're doing stealing underwear? How many ass do you have that many underwear?"
"Ouch..." He winced in pain.
Gu Nian bent down, took the gun out of his pocket, and found that there wasn't a single bullet inside after removing the magazine.
"I'll give you back your underwear, please let me go?" he pleaded with red eyes. "My family member is sick and needs money. I had no other choice but to steal underwear to sell for some money."
Luo Shimiao: "People still want worn-out underwear? The fact that you can open a shop and do business means you're better off than most people."
"Yes, a lot of people can't afford good underwear, so they buy second-hand underwear. I'm not kidding you." He broke down in tears when talking about the barbershop: "Waaah... most of the money I earn goes to protection money."
“Daniel…” A weathered voice echoed from inside the room.
Li Man gripped her gun, watching the lowered curtain warily.
"Please don't shoot, that's my mother."
The curtain was lifted, and an elderly man with gray hair and a hunched back walked out.
She leaned on a stick, groping her way, her eyes unfocused.
Luo Jianxing waved his hand in front of her eyes, but she didn't react at all.
She dropped the stick in her hand and suddenly knelt down, tears streaming down her cloudy eyes. She took out a black plastic bag from her coat pocket and opened it with trembling hands.
"This is all my savings for my funeral. I'm giving it all to you in the hope that you will release my son."
Looking at the money, which wasn't even enough for a meal, Luo Shimiao felt a pang of sadness and let go of the man's hand: "You've misunderstood. We're here to get haircuts."
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