He took out a medical stethoscope from his bag, and while listening, he tapped his fingers on the door of the safe to find the location of the lock, and made a small cross on it with a pencil. [ ] He took out a small electric drill from his bag.

, wrap it with cloth and make a small hole in the cross, use tweezers to pull out two thin wires and connect them to your own decoder. Press the receiver on the lock and listen carefully, the decoder is beating continuously.

The number finally clicked softly, and the lock opened.

Wang Fan lightly twisted the wrench and opened the safe. It was divided into several layers. On the top layer were two passports, one of which was issued by Thailand (because it has Thai bean sprouts and the national emblem of Thailand on it).

There is a photo of Jiang Zhongliang on it, and the others are all written with bean sprouts that Wang Fan doesn't recognize; one is issued by China's Yunnan-Guizhou Province, and it still has a photo of Jiang Zhongliang, but his name is Zhou Bingming. His surname is Zhou? Isn't the person on the spirit tablet also surnamed Zhou?

?Wang Fan thought. The middle layer contains a large amount of current currency, including Chinese coins, US dollars, Thai baht, and a few gold bars. The bottom layer is a small drawer, and when the drawer is opened, there are several briefcases.

Anyway, he came in as a thief. Wang Fan took out a large backpack from his bag and swept all the contents of the safe into the backpack. However, as the inheritor of an ancient thief, Wang Fan finally took out a Chinese coin.

Put it back in the safe. Wang Fan weighed the backpack with his hands. It weighed forty or fifty kilograms.

After closing the safe, Wang Fan searched the darkroom carefully, but couldn't find anything valuable. Wang Fan slung his satchel across his body, then put his backpack on his back. There were six weights on the good guy.

More than ten kilograms of stuff.

Wang Fan turned off the light first, put his ear against the door and listened carefully for a while. After confirming that there was no movement outside, he gently opened the darkroom door. Just as he was about to get out, he suddenly felt a murderous aura approaching, and a cold light came from the study room.

The dark corner was shot head on. "Who is so unprofessional? Just nailing a small hole in the wall with the concealed weapon will expose it, right?" Wang Fan was annoyed and hurriedly ducked aside. He reached out to grab the concealed weapon and squeezed it with his hand.

"'White Dujuan' is me, Wang Fan, you are stupid, let's go out and fight if there is anything." As soon as the hidden weapon touched his tentacles, Wang Fan judged that these were the "cat's paws" that made him lie in bed for several days.

There was silence in the darkness for a few seconds before a black shadow jumped out of the window. Wang Fan turned around and closed the darkroom door. Anyway, Jiang Zhongliang only entered this darkroom once every ten and a half days. If he found out later, he would have gained more for himself.

much time.

Carrying a heavy baggage and climbing out of the Jiang family wall, Wang Fan kept muttering in his heart. "Bai Dujuan" was already stronger than him in terms of force, and now he was carrying such a heavy thing. There was no chance of winning between the two.

The way out is to defeat the enemy with one blow. Thinking of Wang Fan, he took out the sword he just got, put the scabbard away, and the machete was hidden in my hand on the inside of my left arm.

When he walked to a small forest outside the villa area, he saw a figure waiting for him in the distance. Wang Fan couldn't escape a battle today, so he walked forward with a wry smile.

"Why are you out doing business so late? It seems that the impact of the financial crisis is not small. Even Miss Bai will be implicated and suffer."

"I don't have time to talk to you. Leave the knife and take the rest with you." Yuhan said coldly.

"Knife, what kind of knife? There are only cash and banknotes in there but no knife." Wang Fan pretended to be crazy because he guessed that Yuhan was also just guessing whether the knife was in the darkroom or not.

"I'll count to three, don't force me to do it."

Wang Fan raised his right hand, twitched his ring and released his hidden sword: "Come here, it's not like you haven't fought before, so why are you pretending to count?"

Yu rarely showed his weapon, and also pulled out her strange knife. Through the reflection of the moonlight, Wang Fan could clearly see that her knife was a bit like a machete and a bit like a sword. The handle was a bit long, and it should be able to be held with both hands.
Chapter completed!