pertwk Chapter 56 Night Walker
Chapter 56 Night Walker
"Hey, have you confirmed? There are only seven patrol officers and two agents in the exhibition hall?"
"It's not that I underestimate those two agents, but they simply won't hear a sound. Don't you know how skilled I am?"
"I've been observing for two days now. The previous loser must have accidentally triggered the alarm by the window. You know, a lot of pavilions use those things now. But what if I don't go in through the window? Trust me, I won't fail this time. I've conquered pavilions much harder than this one..."
"Of course, I only have one goal—'The Crown Jewel'."
In the dimly lit room, a man with a pointed chin sat cross-legged on the sofa, listening to a phone call. When the topic of "The Crown Jewel" came up, his lips curled into a grin, and his chin became even more pointed.
The voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse and deep, with a slight wheezing. It wasn't hard to imagine that the person on the other end was a fat man weighing over 200 pounds who was panting when he spoke.
Upon hearing the words "the crown jewel," the fat man excitedly made a series of promises:
"...It can definitely be negotiated for 500,000 rankfur. I've inquired, and quite a few people are interested... Since Liverop is an outsider, this gem might even be auctioned off underground..."
"Then it's settled."
After hanging up the phone, the man began to prepare.
He took out a black canvas bag from the wardrobe, inspected it, then opened it and put the tools inside one by one.
Crawlers, nylon ropes, non-slip gloves, diamond cutters, flashlights...
Among these tools, some were familiar partners, requiring only a quick check before being put in. But for the new additions, like the nylon rope, the man measured them again.
The tools were placed inside, the zipper was pulled up, and the man carried it on his back.
Before leaving, he glanced at the blueprints on the coffee table one last time. Several hand-drawn architectural structural drawings, including top and cross-section views. In the floor plan, there was an area circled in red in the center, marked with the words "Pearl of the Crown."
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At 2:55 a.m., the man arrived at 107 Rockston Street.
This is a six-story, square building with many signs hanging on the street-facing side: "Xavier Law Firm", "Woodpecker Cultural Creation Center", "Killian Studio"...
Without a doubt, this is a commercial office building.
However, by this time, the companies represented by these signs had all ceased operations. Looking up, no light shone through any of the building's windows.
The man didn't care about that, or rather, quite the opposite, what he needed was that there weren't many people busy around.
The only two patrolmen inside the building were dozing off. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man quietly slipped in and went straight up the stairs to the top floor.
The iron handrails of the fire escape were rusted, and occasionally made a slight creaking sound when stepped on. The door to the top floor was tightly closed, and the iron lock was heavily covered in dust and rust.
But none of this stopped the man.
Once on the roof, he crouched behind the low wall at the edge of the roof, looking down at the buildings next to him.
The roof of number 108 is 12 meters away from here.
The other building has only three floors, but due to its special design, it is only 3 meters taller than Building 107.
By the moonlight, you could see that the rooftops were uneven, and in some places, the grappling hook felt quite secure.
Looking at the other window, just like number 107, not a single light was shining through.
After two days of observation, the man knew that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, things would continue like this throughout the night.
The next moment, the man no longer hesitated.
Take off the canvas bag, take out the grappling hook and nylon rope, and skillfully tie one end of the nylon rope to the grappling hook.
Once ready, he weighed the grappling hook in his hand, stood up, swung his arm back, and hurled it out.
The grappling hook, with its nylon rope, traced an arc across the narrow alley and precisely hooked onto the area he had his eye on.
It didn't budge even after being pulled several times.
The man smiled with satisfaction, and then tied the other end of the nylon rope to a stone pillar at his feet.
Put on non-slip gloves, attach a metal buckle to the rope, put on the mask, hold the buckle with both hands, push off with your feet, and slide to the other side.
Ten seconds later, his feet touched the real object again, which was the roof of exhibition hall 108.
Even here, the man's movements remained swift and decisive.
He quickly unfastened the metal buckle, flipped the backpack over, and while moving toward the central access opening on the roof, he swiftly pulled out another piece of nylon rope.
The access panel here leads directly to the first-floor exhibition hall, a distance of nearly 20 meters from the rooftop to the ground. However, once you go down, you're only a few meters away from the display case containing the rubies.
The man squatted down next to the access panel, tied one end of the second nylon rope to the fixing bolt of the cast iron cover, and carefully let the other end hang down.
He shone his flashlight down to make sure the bottom of the rope reached the ground, then took off his shoes, put on his gloves, and began to carefully descend.
one meter……
Three meters...
Despite intentionally controlling the speed, the distance was still covered in just 20 seconds.
The man's feet touched the carpet first, without making a sound; everything was fine.
He loosened the rope, took out his flashlight and swung it left and right. After finding the direction where the ruby was, he immediately crouched down and moved closer.
At this moment, the light shone on the glass sidewall, illuminating the ruby inside. After several refractions, the light finally emitted a dazzling brilliance.
Undoubtedly genuine.
After confirming, the man put the flashlight in his mouth, turned the backpack over again, and took out the diamond knife inside.
The next step is simple: use a diamond cutter to make a small opening in the glass, big enough for your hand to pass through, and remove the gemstone inside.
The man is very confident in this job.
The knife in his hand was bought for several hundred rank credits. It was specially designed to cut glass. With a little force, it could leave marks on the glass and made very little noise.
As for his experience in cutting glass, he practiced it no less than a thousand times.
At that moment, he gripped the knife handle, pressed the blade against the surface of the glass, and slid it down forcefully.
Zi—
Contrary to expectations, there was a sound, and the blade slid across, but not a single white mark appeared on the glass.
The man paused for a moment, put down the diamond knife, took out the flashlight from his mouth, and carefully examined the scratch.
There were indeed no traces.
At this point, the man realized he had bitten off more than he could chew. This Livermore wasn't unaware of the danger; he had come prepared.
But by then it was too late to run.
Several flashlight beams shone over at that moment.
"Don't move!"
"Raise your hand!"
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After some time, the patrolman and the four men, including Luo Qiu and Smith, surrounded the thieves, completely eliminating their desire to escape.
Luo Qiu held a gun in one hand and reached forward with the other, carefully tearing off the other person's mask.
A strange face, with high cheekbones, a pointed chin, and small eyes that were already squinting in the light.
This is not Mr. Moran.
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