Chapter 1: This is robbery ()

It was an afternoon in May, which was slightly stuffy and it was said that it would rain at night.

The clouds float weakly in the sky, and the sun may shine on the earth.

In the west district of New Shanghai, the roads are spacious and neat, with good forest greening on both sides, surrounded by artificial rivers, and finally gathered in an artificial lake in the center of the west district.

The entire western district is a top residential area with about a hundred villas in it. People who can live here are either rich or noble.

The surveillance in the West District is also the most stringent in the entire city. There are countless excellent cameras hidden in the forest, and almost all-round viewing control is achieved.

The West District Police Station specially set up a 100-square-meter surveillance room, and arranged for personnel to stare at the LCD screen on the walls of the surveillance room for 24 hours.

At this moment, a repair car appeared on the surveillance screen at the most edge.

The car is driving at a constant speed, jumping from one display to the next while monitoring.

In the monitoring room, someone soon conducted an investigation on the repair vehicle. The unit "New Shanghai Asia Communications Company" has registered at the entrance of the West District. There was only one staff member on the vehicle and was preparing to go to the No. 16 resident in the West District to repair the satellite receiver.

I found nothing suspicious. The surveillance personnel watched the car move on the surveillance screen that was not very changed, chatting and joking with each other for a few words.

In the repair car, a young man about twenty-five or six years old was chewing gum, wearing a green work clothes from the Asian Communications Company, and a work hat. Unfortunately, his hair seemed to be too long, and most of his black hair fluttered in the wind.

The young man wore a pair of sunglasses and his face was very clean, but he looked a little fat. He controlled the steering wheel with one hand and reached out outside the window with the other hand, slapped the window with the music.

The radio station in the car was broadcasting, and it was the music time of the new Shanghai Oriental Channel. The young man's eyes deliberately or unintentionally swept over a hidden camera on the side of the road, showing a smile.

Suddenly, the singing stopped on the radio station and an inter-broadcast news came out.

"Urgent news, at 13:21 noon today, a corpse was found in a garbage room in the 33rd residential area in the southeast of the city. It has been found that the deceased is Yu Qiang, forty-three years old, and his position is a second-level patrolman in the southeast district. At the same time, he lost his fingerprint and locked a police pistol and twenty bullets. I hope that all citizens can actively provide valuable clues. The Municipal Patrol Bureau has issued a reward of 30,000 consumption points!"

The news was broadcast three times in a row before the original music was restored, and the radio host also started to talk about the news.

The young man in the car reached out and held his eyes, and said to himself, "I was discovered so quickly. I'm too stingy to spend 30,000 points. They are not worried about the storm of the mutant."

A large-screen mobile phone was placed on the steering wheel of the car. The surrounding topographic map was displayed on the screen. The car was marked with green arrows and was moving on the map. All electronic instruments hidden around were marked with red dots, flashing reminders.

"Okay, start acting, my life, hum, after killing that bastard, I have no way out. Ni Qiong, don't worry, I will avenge you!" The young man seemed a little emotional, but he quickly restrained him again.

The repair car was parked outside a villa building with a camera facing the door. The young man got out of the car, sorted out his work clothes, took a work permit to his hand, and came to the doorbell in a few steps.

"Hey, is it Mr. Zhang Anyu's house? Hey, is anyone here?" the young man asked at the telephone with the doorbell.

There was naturally someone inside, and soon the LCD screen on the phone lit up, and a maid was talking inside, "Who? Who are you? Is there anything?"

"Uh, I am Zhu Linsan, the maintenance officer of the new Shanghai Asia Communications Company. An hour ago, I received a call saying that your satellite signal could not be received, and that the network and all TV signals were interrupted. Uh, that's right! The owner of the household in Villa No. 16, West District is Zhang Anyu." The young man showed his work permit in front of the camera, and then greeted his smiling face.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask my wife." The monitor darkened for a while, and after a few dozen seconds, the villa door automatically opened.

The young man returned to his car, drove into the villa, and then parked in a parking space.

A maid in her forties opened the main entrance of the villa and waved to the car.

The young man stuffed his cell phone into his wide pocket of work clothes, picked up a tool bag from the car, pulled the brim of the hat, and showed a habitual smile on his face.

"You finally came. Why did it take so long? Didn't your company say that it would definitely arrive in half an hour?" The maid stood at the door, complaining, and stared at the young man's shoes.

"Oh, you also know that it is not easy to enter this wealthy area. There are too many checks. It's already very fast for an hour! Take me to your computer room control room. Oh, are all the family here?" The young man spread his hands helplessly and expressed his innocence.

Then, the young man squatted down, took out a pair of shoe covers from the tool box, and put them on his shoes. When the maid saw him doing this, the color on her face eased a lot.

The man in front of me has a long hair and a fat face, which is a bit strange, but he came from a regular company and has indeed been trained. His quality is not as bad as that of ordinary maintenance workers, and his hygiene concept is quite good.

"Come with me, don't walk around. The wife is reading, and the gentleman is not at home. Why are you asking about these?" The maid seemed a little impatient.

"Oh, I just want to confirm, let's go, haha!" The young man turned around and looked at the villa.

"What to confirm?" The maid was a little surprised.

"Uh, nothing, oh, do you want to go upstairs? Oh, on the top floor, right!" The young man turned to him.

"Yes, yes! Fix it quickly. Without the internet, I'm going to be bored!" the maid complained.

The young man seemed a little surprised, "Why, are you very idle here?"

"Cleaning and cooking, nothing else is just boring. Sometimes I chat with my wife for a few words, but my boss can only talk to you. Many times, I can only pass the time online. There is no place to go out to hang out in this damn place. Oh, rich people suffer from living here, and they are all burned by money!" The maid seemed to sigh.

"Haha, in this world, rich people are very afraid of death. We poor people are not afraid of anything. Apart from being afraid of mutants from the radiation area, I heard that they want to eat people!" The young man joked.

Now it seems that the topic has been opened. Rich people are afraid of death. Money cannot enjoy the comfortable life of ordinary people. This has become the common understanding between the two. The maid smiled and said, "I heard online that some large companies have begun to detect some radiation areas. Alas, the world is getting so fast. Damn nuclear bombs. The Internet said that the first person to press the nuclear bomb launcher was a major from Tang State, a military family. The United States did not expect that we Tang State would launch nuclear bombs! The hardship is still the people who are not rich like us, alas!"

"Haha, it is said that American military research experts combined with supercomputers to infer that Tang State would not use nuclear weapons. As a result, they were wrong. They did not expect that Tang State's princelings never considered the consequences, so the world became like this! Uh, it's here, this is the switchboard room, right?" the young man suddenly pointed to a room in front and asked.

The two of them have already gone to the top floor of the villa, where there is a small enclosed room, which is the control room of the villa's main computer room.

When you open the room door, there are various electronic controllers hidden inside. Under the connection of countless lines, various LED lights flash, and several LCD screens display dazzling data.

"Okay, you can repair it quickly. I'll get you a glass of water, is it carbonated or lemon?" said the maid.

The young man put down the toolbox in his hand, opened it, took out something from it, and suddenly said to the maid, "Oh, you are so polite, but I'm sorry, please don't blame me!"

"What? Uh, you..."

Before the maid could react, she suddenly trembled and was corroded, and her body fell softly to the side.

The young man reached out to hold the maid and gently placed her on the ground, "I'm sorry, you'll sleep here first."

After knocking down the maid, the young man took the electric shock in his hand into his pocket and walked into the switchboard room. Facing the complex electronic equipment, he smiled and walked directly to a console, pulled out the keyboard, and typed in several commands.

So the entire villa service system began to conduct self-inspection, and during this period, all the villa alarm equipment was safely interrupted within at least one hour, and would not cause an alarm from the police station safety supervision station.

The young man whistled lightly, pushed the keyboard back to his original position, turned around and came to his toolbox again, and took out a pistol from the mezzanine of the toolbox.

This is a fingerprint lock pistol dedicated to the police room. There are two fingerprint locks on the handle of the gun. After the young man held the gun, he pressed the middle finger and ring finger on the fingerprint lock. The pistol then made a slight clicking sound, unlocking it.

Carrying his toolbox and hiding the gun behind him, the young man quickly went downstairs and shouted, "Madam, Mrs. Zhang, are you here? Mrs. Zhang? Are you here?"

"What's the matter? Sister Lan? Are you a maintenance worker?" A room door opened on the south side of the second floor of the villa, and a twenty-seven or eight-year-old woman poked her head out.

"Oh, Mrs. Zhang, it's not good. Your servant seems to be sick. She, hey, you'd better come and have a look!" The young man looked anxious and put the toolbox on a few tables beside him.

The young woman walked out curiously, wearing a set of pajamas and holding the latest novel in her hand. Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, which was quite attractive.

"What's wrong with Sister Lan?" The young woman walked over without any warning and looked at the young man casually.

In fact, she didn't need to worry about anything. Not to mention the security level and surveillance facilities of this community, there were alarm buttons hidden everywhere in the villa. It took only a few minutes for the police to arrive.

When the young man saw her out of the room, he smiled slightly again and walked up a few steps. The young woman seemed to notice something was wrong, but saw the young man pointing a gun at her.
Chapter completed!