Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 73 Altaïr Infiltration
The location where the two got off was on the street at the entrance of the company's office building, the former factory, and the golden signboard of Buffett's company was hung on the second floor of that small building.

"We had to go around from the outside, climb over the fence on the edge of the factory area, and then find the place where the workers were working, take a few photos in a stealthy way and leave."

Mike whispered to Altaïr.

"When you interview Mr. Buffett tomorrow, have you investigated his factory in advance?"

Altaïr asked back.

"Of course, this is the professionalism of journalists."

Mike straightened his chest and said with some pride.

"So, do you know how many women textile workers and how many male supervisors there are in his factory?"

Altaïr continued to ask.

"Of course, there were 318 women textile workers and 17 male overseers."

Mike replied deftly, "But what does that have to do with us?"

"How long do you think you can hide under the noses of more than 300 people without being discovered?" Altaïr angrily angrily lowered his voice, "Where do you think you sneaked into? Golden Rose? Those female workers saw only a few men." Supervisor, you go in like a stranger, and you still have such a conspicuous beard, in the eyes of those female workers, it is as eye-catching as ink dots on white paper!"

"Then what do you say?" Mike scratched his head, "I can't just go back now, can I?"

"Where's your camera?" Altaïr stretched out his hand to Joseph, "Isn't it the case you're carrying that's bigger than my head?"

"Of course not. This is a new product that I bought from the Church of Steam at a great price. It is said that it was remodeled by the Archbishop of the Church of Steam, Oscar, based on the manuscript of Emperor Roselle. It can be imaged with 35mm film, and it can even be inscribed. In your pocket."

Mike took out a mechanical object slightly larger than a palm in his pocket, and handed it to Altaïr.

Altaïr picked it up and fiddled with it carefully, "It looks like a private detective used it to catch rape. How to use this thing?"

"Pick it up, point at the target and press the shutter. You don't need to focus for hours like those old antiques. The film can still take [-] photos, and then you have to go to the Steam Church to replenish it."

Mike told Altaïr the steps of the specific operation, "How do you want to do it?"

"Simple, you go to a nearby cafe and sit for three hours to see if you can interview those female workers who came out during lunch, and I will find a way to sneak in and help you take a few photos for business."

"But isn't it just as conspicuous when you sneak in?" Mike asked suspiciously, "Although you don't have a conspicuous beard."

"Sneaking in doesn't necessarily have to be sneaky. I let you stay here not because I don't believe in your skills, but because sometimes your performance will reveal flaws."

After Altaïr finished speaking, he put the camera in his pocket, straightened his collar a little, and walked towards the main entrance of the factory in a swaggering manner.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

The two guards at the door stopped him quite dutifully.

"Obviously, while it's not polite to make a surprise visit, we can't make an appointment for every visit."

Altaïr shook his head, then took out a document with a black cover in his pocket, and gave the two guards a slight look at the cover.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm a plainclothes policeman from Severus Field. I'm here entrusted by Mr. Buffett to secretly investigate the corruption of his financial secretary."

Altaïr lowered his voice.The reason for saying this is because due to policy reforms in recent years, the financial management in the factory is in the charge of civil servants appointed by the government to further enhance the transparency of financial management.However, in the vast majority of factories, these appointed officials have become false titles, or have become new embezzlers.

"Then why didn't you make an appointment?"

the guard asked suspiciously.

"Did your brain get kicked by a donkey? If the secretary in charge of Mr. Buffett's paperwork sees in the appointment box that Mr. Buffett has an appointment with a police officer in the West Veras Field, then I can still investigate it. something?"

Altaïr cursed in a low voice, "Or did he ask you to tip the news for him, and then give you a commission from his embezzlement?"

Altaïr stuffed the ID back into his pocket, and revealed the revolver holster under his armpit.

"You know, [-]% of that guy's embezzlement is your salary, and reward you with the money that was deducted from your due part, and you still want to work like this?"

Altaïr smacked his lips disdainfully. "Hurry up, my patience is limited."

The two guards looked at each other, and Altaïr knew that his "instigation" was successful when he saw the flames of resentment in their eyes.

Originally, the instigator's "instigating" ability was used to awaken the evil thoughts in people's hearts, but Altaïr extended the scope of this evil thoughts to desires, making it easier for the other party's desires to get out of control and make things that bring harm to himself or others. Painful things, such as persuading others to make big-ticket beauty packages at the noble lady's place - the pain is often the gentleman who pays them.

And now, under Altaïr's guidance, the fire of resentment against the financial secretary in the hearts of the two guards has obviously been ignited.In order to make the financial secretary pay the price, they would rather violate the rules to a certain extent and let this "plainclothes policeman from Sivelas Field" enter the factory area.

Mike was sitting in the cafe opposite, saw Altaïr just said a few words and walked directly into the door, was stunned for a second or two in shock, and then mechanically put the bread in his mouth into his mouth.

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In this way, even if the infiltration is successful.

Altaïr stood in the corridor of the office area, holding the police ID in his hand, smiled sarcastically, and opened the ID.

There were no documents in the document folder, and there was only a sleeping charm in the black document cover.

This saves a spell... However, originally this was just an insurance measure. The name of Sivelas Field alone is enough to deter ordinary common people.

However, it's better not to go too deep... A capitalist who runs a factory in the Eastern District, doesn't he have Extraordinary people under his command?Altaïr wouldn't believe it even if he was killed.

Next, find an opportunity to climb over the wall or continue to instigate the guards, and let him take me into the factory area to take a few photos.

Altaïr put away the documents and passed by the door of the financial secretary.There was no one in the room, and even if there were people, Altaïr was not interested, and walked quickly through the office area.

However, what Altaïr didn't notice was that on the financial secretary's desk, there was a white ivory statue placed upright, and the flowers beside the statue swayed slightly in the windless room.

(End of this chapter)