Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan lowered the brim of his baseball cap and walked out of the beauty salon.

He turned into a dead-end alley with no surveillance cameras, and with a slight thought, a semi-transparent panel appeared.

The villa in the western suburbs houses four retired special forces soldiers, as well as a high-voltage power grid and infrared surveillance.

Forcing your way in would be suicide.

Open the [System Shop] and go to the [Skills] category.

[Master-level Stealth Mastery: Conceals one's own presence and masters top-tier stealth, climbing, and counter-surveillance techniques. Exchange Price: 5000 Life Points.]

[Master-level Lockpicking Skill: Proficient in the principles of 99% of the world's mechanical and electronic locks. Exchange Price: 5000 Life Points.]

"exchange."

[Ding. 10000 lifespan points consumed. Skill has been granted.]

Current lifespan: 112300 points.

Two massive streams of information crashed into my mind.

Muscle fibers tear and rebuild, and a dense soreness comes from between the bones.

Jiang Fan leaned against the blue brick wall, clenching his back teeth tightly.

Fifteen seconds later, the pain subsided.

He opened his eyes.

The shadows in the corners became distinct, and the details in the dark areas were clearly discernible.

When you move your wrist, your finger joints are exceptionally flexible, and the control of your palm muscles is precise to the millimeter.

The moment your feet touch the ground, the way you generate force automatically adjusts, without making a sound.

Jiang Fan walked out of the alley and hailed a taxi.

"The back street of Zhongguancun Science City".

Forty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of a dirty alley.

Jiang Fan walked into a second-hand electronics store where even the signboard wasn't lit up.

The air was filled with the smell of rosin and cheap solder.

The boss was a 200-pound fat man wearing thick-rimmed glasses, who was fiddling with a burnt motherboard.

Jiang Fan bent his finger and tapped on the glass counter.

"Boss, a medical stethoscope, a set of high-carbon steel lock picks, a hydraulic pliers, and a high-powered flashlight."

The fat man looked up and scanned Jiang Fan from head to toe behind his glasses.

The clothes were clean, but the face was not visible due to the mask.

But the things they want are clearly not meant for good.

"No." The fat man lowered his head and continued spot welding.

Jiang Fan didn't reply. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of unopened hundred-yuan bills, and slapped them onto the glass.

"No need to look anymore. Hurry up."

The fat man's gaze lingered on the banknotes for a few seconds.

He put down the soldering iron, opened a hidden door behind the counter, and dragged out a cardboard box.

Jiang Fan picked up the canvas bag with one hand, turned around and went out.

It's 11 p.m.

The winding mountain road in the western suburbs of Kyoto.

Jiang Fan got off the bus at a fork in the road two kilometers away from Qin Wanhao's villa.

The night breeze was cool, and the road was lined with dense black pine forests.

He changed into a black windbreaker, put on a mask, and zipped it all the way up.

Walk along the forest path.

My feet stomped on the dead branches and fallen leaves without making a sound.

Twenty minutes later, a sprawling three-story European-style villa came into view.

Jiang Fan crouched in the bushes on the outskirts and took out an infrared detector to scan the area.

The wall is three meters high, with three high-voltage electric grids strung on top.

There is a spherical camera with night vision at each of the four corners, which crosses to cover the entire courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, two burly, crew-cut men patrolled the lawn with a Doberman Pinscher on a leash.

The defenses are tight.

However, with the help of master-level stealth skills, one flaw after another emerged.

When the camera in the northwest corner rotates, the adjacent pine tree will block the view for a second.

The power grid supply line is connected from the left side, and there is a 40-centimeter gap between the bottom of the power grid and the top of the wall.

enough.

Jiang Fan stared at the rotation frequency of the camera and counted silently.

Three, two, one.

He darted out of the bushes.

With a two-step running start, the left foot steps onto the top of the electrical distribution box outside the wall, the right leg pushes off, and the body is airborne.

He reached out with both hands, his ten fingers gripping the brick seam directly beneath the high-voltage power grid.

He flipped himself up against the rough wall and squeezed through the forty-centimeter gap.

Upon landing, bend your knees and roll forward to dissipate the force.

No sound was made.

Just then, the Doberman on the east side of the yard suddenly stopped.

His ears stood straight up, his nostrils twitched rapidly, and a low growl was suppressed in his throat.

The bodyguard holding the dog tightened his grip on the leash.

"Kuroko, what's wrong?"

Dubin dragged his bodyguard toward Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan remained pressed against the shadows at the base of the wall, completely still.

The Doberman walked to within three meters of him.

I sniffed for about ten seconds.

It only tastes of soil and pine needles.

It snorted, shook its head, and continued walking forward with the bodyguard.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Jiang Fan straightened up and bent over to press himself against the exterior wall of the villa.

A drainpipe hangs from the roof of the villa down to the ground.

He grabbed the pipe with both hands and, alternating between his hands and feet, quickly climbed up to the second-floor open-air balcony.

With the balcony's French windows closed, Jiang Fan pulled a high-carbon steel lever with a barb at the front from his waist bag and inserted it into the keyhole.

Master-level lockpicking skill activated.

The fingertips sensed the subtle height differences of the pins inside the lock cylinder.

Slightly rotate your wrist.

"Clatter."

The lock is open.

The whole process took less than four seconds.

Jiang Fan pushed open the French windows and slid sideways into the second-floor corridor.

The thick wool carpet swallowed up all footsteps.

Jiang Fan moved quickly along the wall and went straight to the end of the corridor.

The study door is a heavy solid wood double door, with an electronic combination lock with fingerprint and keypad above the doorknob.

This type of lock is designed to prevent violent damage; if an incorrect input is made, it will lock completely and trigger a house-wide alarm.

Jiang Fan took out an extremely thin Phillips screwdriver from his bag, inserted it along the gap on the edge of the lock panel, and pried it open with force.

The panel detached, revealing a dense network of ribbon cables inside.

He bit the high-powered flashlight, and the beam hit the ribbon cable.

The power cable is red, the data cable is gray, and the relay is in the lower left corner.

The copper wire is connected to the solder joints at both ends of the relay.

"drop."

The latch retracts.

Push the door open. Enter. Close the door behind you.

The study is very large, with three walls lined with mahogany bookshelves that reach the ceiling.

The smell of cigars still lingered in the air.

Jiang Fan walked to the third row of bookshelves on the left.

Zizhi Tongjian, hardcover edition, a set of six volumes.

He reached out and pulled out all six books at once.

On the back panel of the bookshelf, a metal panel about one foot square is visible.

Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his medical stethoscope, put it on, and attached the metal stethoscope to the surface of the cabinet door.

He held the keypad in his right hand.

Close your eyes.

The finger slowly rotates, and the scale moves one division at a time.

"Click."

The friction sound of the gears meshing inside the lock cylinder is amplified by the stethoscope and clearly transmitted to the eardrum.

Group 1, 37.

In the opposite direction.

Group 2, 12.

Then reverse.

Group 3, 51.

"Click".

A dull metallic clanging sound.

The heavy door of the safe popped open a crack.

Jiang Fan took off his stethoscope and reached out to open the cabinet door.

The cabinet had two shelves. The lower shelf contained several stacks of US dollars and three passports.

The top layer is a black hardcover folder.

Jiang Fan was about to reach for it when his fingertips paused.

On the metal plate inside the cabinet door, there is a round device about the size of a thumb.

The color is almost the same as the cabinet wall, so you can't tell unless you look closely.

But he didn't have time to study it.

Every second you wait increases the risk.

Jiang Fan picked up the folder and opened the first page.

The table, accounts, and transfer records are densely packed.

The flow of funds is clear, with names of the individuals listed after it.

This is Qin Wanhao's lifeline.

He closed the folder, tucked it into the inner lining of his jacket, and zipped it up.

Just as I was about to close the cabinet door—

"Beep—beep—beep—"

A sharp, piercing electronic alarm blared from inside the safe.

On the round device inside the cabinet door, a red indicator light was flashing wildly.

The alarm shattered the silence of the entire villa.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps and shouts came from downstairs.

"Quick! Second floor! Towards the study!"