life copy game

Chapter 172 Good Evening
Ten minutes later, He Ao looked at the old iron gate not far away.

Next to the iron door is a white card reader, which has accumulated a little dust, which proves that it has not been used for a while.

The factory in Chenxi City has already realized intelligence and automation. Most of the documents and materials are transmitted through the network, and most of the workers grew up in a paperless environment. paper books.

After all, there is still a certain gap between electronic screen reading and paper reading.

The existence of the archive room is actually just to store some tomes that have to be stored, or some important materials.

He Ao glanced at the surveillance camera in front of the archives room, walked around the blind corner of the surveillance surveillance, took out the blank card Jack gave him, and pressed it on the card reader.

With a soft bang, the old iron door swung open.

Jack's blank card still saved him some effort.

He Ao passed through the iron gate and entered the archives room. The originally dark space was lit with dim yellow light.

The entire archive room is still quite large, and there are rows of metal bookshelves neatly placed inside.

And at the end of these bookshelves, there is a spiral staircase, but that staircase is locked by an iron door and does not open.

"Hello, partner, your reading permission is normal, you can read the first level of ordinary files, and you can check the files and books you want to read at the front desk."

A gentle voice came from behind He Ao.

He turned around and saw a brown front desk cabinet standing behind the door. There was a slightly larger tablet computer on the cabinet, and the voice just now came from the tablet computer.

The tablet screen now lights up, showing a search page.

He Ao stepped forward and entered the keyword 'TB-167A' in the input box.

This is the number of the suspected robotic arm model he saw on the console of the robotic arm.

The contents of the tablet screen loaded briefly, and a book information appeared.

[Abbott Intelligent Machinery TB-167A Robotic Arm Manual][Page 1376]
Below the title is the location of the book.

This manual is not a confidential document, so it is placed on the first floor.

He Ao found this manual in the corner of the first floor.

This manual is full-color hardcover, with a well-designed cover, and the paper is also specially processed high-quality paper, about ten centimeters thick.

The books look old, and while they are of good quality, the edges are still a little yellow.

Obviously this is not the instruction manual of the new machine, but the manual of an old machine.

The one that exploded.

He Ao opened the book, first found the relevant information about the service life of this machine in the catalog, and then turned to the corresponding page number.

"The design service life is 15 years..."

The robotic arm that had the accident had been used for about 14 years and had not exceeded its service life, this was what Anvis Group’s lawyers told Joy in court.

The other party showed a complete maintenance report and a random inspection document on the operation of the machine. The data on the paper proved that there was no problem with the robotic arm itself.
Then I took out the test report of the manipulator manufacturer, which showed that the manipulator was excessively worn due to improper operation, which made the emergency system fail, and finally caused the motor to get stuck and explode.

From this, they concluded that the improper operation of Joey's parents led to the explosion.

Joey had no evidence, couldn't find witnesses, and relied on his personal knowledge of his parents to convince the court.

He couldn't argue with these eloquent lawyers, and eventually lost the case.

But now He Ao has known through Jack that there are problems with the machine itself, and those data are not so 'real'.

Originally, He Ao thought that the machine was still being used forcibly after the expiration date, but now judging from the manual, the machine itself has not exceeded the expiration date.

Where is the problem?
He Ao thought for a moment, opened Super Memory, and then quickly flipped through the manual from the first page.

This 1376-page detailed manual generally marks the detailed properties and structure of each part of the robotic arm, and even includes maintenance methods for most of the faults.

There must be something wrong with this.

And just as He Ao flipped through the manual quickly, there was a soft sound from outside the file room door.

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Under the neon lights of the city, a gust of wind blows dust from the top floor.

On the huge circular helipad, a behemoth landed slowly.

The huge and oppressive black helicopter is implemented little by little.

The strong wind stirred by the propellers blew the clothes of the people standing not far from the tarmac.

A thin, curly-haired man in a gray suit jumped out of the helicopter, followed by well-equipped mercenaries.

He had been waiting by the helicopter for a long time, and the burly man rushed up to meet him, "Boss."

"Is there anything unusual?"

The man in the gray suit took off the earphones from his ears.

"No, there is no warning for now."

The strong man shook his head quickly.

"Funny little guy," the man in the gray suit laughed nervously, then put on a pair of silver-gray smart glasses,
"He should have sneaked in and connected all the surveillance in the factory to my equipment. After all, this is where the branch of our intelligence department is located in Chenxi City. If a little boy can come and leave whenever he wants, we will It should be laughed at."

"Yes!"

The strong man nodded tremblingly.

Soon, images began to appear on the glasses of the man in the gray suit,

"The time is reverted to half an hour ago, and the focus is on the vicinity of the I-27 operation room, and all the nearby monitors are displayed at the same time."

The man in the gray suit said softly.

Soon, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were locked on the blurry figure passing through the edge of the surveillance. "Look, isn't this coming in?"

He lightly raised his hand, and the mercenaries who came down from the helicopter quickly formed a whole line behind him, and even the strong man who greeted him at the beginning also entered the line.

"Let's go, let's go to the archives. I really want to know if this kid will have the same expression as his parents when he is dying."

He waved his hand lightly, and the entire line of mercenaries behind him trotted quickly and uniformly.

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Soon, they came to the door of the archives room.

The building to which the archives room belongs is a small building next to the factory building in Building B. Although this area is in the core of the factory, it is rarely visited by people, and the cleaning is not diligent, and there is a faint dust on the ground.

The man in the gray suit lowered his head and glanced at the footprints on the ground.

Although these footprints bypassed the monitoring in front of the archive room, they clearly left a trail of action.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he walked quickly to the door of the file room.

The strong man behind him wanted to swipe his card to open the automatic door, but was stopped by the man in the gray suit.

He stretched out his hand to grab the locked iron door, and pulled it slowly.

With a creaking tearing sound, he forcibly pulled the locking device of the entire automatic door.

Then he waved his hand, and the people behind him immediately understood and handed him a submachine gun.

He raised the gun and pulled the bolt, aiming at the inside of the file room.

Then, the trigger was pulled.

Blazing gunshots exploded in the quiet file room in an instant.

Then he took the gun and walked into the file room step by step, and changed a new magazine after finishing a magazine.

Until the entire archive room was filled with flying confetti and scattered bullet casings.

The gunshots like a thunderbolt stopped slowly.

The man in the gray suit stood at the end of the aisle, looking at the dusty, tightly locked door to the second floor with a gloomy expression.

The entire file room was empty, and the scene he hoped to see the bullets smashing the boy into a sieve did not appear.

He turned around, took out the walkie-talkie from the jacket pocket of the strong man behind him, pressed the broadcast button,
"Strengthen security, take charge of every point inside and outside the factory, and shoot immediately when you see the target, regardless of life or death."

The confetti from the sky slowly fell, like snowflakes, spreading on the ground.

The entire archive room was surprisingly quiet.

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At the gate of the factory, He Ao, who was wearing overalls, glanced back in the direction of the archives room, and walked out of the factory with the flow of people leaving get off work with the thick manual in his pocket.

The overalls on him belonged to the thin man who operated the mechanical arm. He was taller and thinner than He Ao, but his overall body shape was similar to He Ao.

He Ao asked him to change clothes with himself, and then told him to throw stones at the door of the archives room as soon as he heard any movement.

As for the one-way footprints leading to the archive room, just walk backwards.

After walking out of the factory, the crowd began to disperse in all directions.

Some people wearing security uniforms but with fierce eyes had stood around the gate at some point, watching everyone passing by vigilantly.

He Ao stepped on the blind corner of their sight, mixed with the crowd, and quickly left the factory gate.

After walking not far, he turned sideways and entered the alley between the buildings opposite the factory.

Just a few steps into the alley, he heard a painful scream coming from the front,

"I really don't know, I really bought this dress, please let me go,"

He Ao leaned against the wall, his whole body merged into the shadow of the silent night, and moved towards the source of the sound step by step.

And not far in front of He Ao, the thin man wearing his jacket was being picked up by the collar by a strong man who looked like a security guard.

The man's face was slightly red and swollen, obviously he had just been beaten.

The security guard looked at the man who refused to admit it, picked up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, pressed the call button,
"Boss, caught a person wearing the same clothes as the target, but not the target, what should I do?"

"killed."

The reply over the intercom was calm and concise.

"I...don't kill me..."

The thin man also heard the words on the walkie-talkie, and he roared.

However, it was too late now.

The security guard threw him on the ground casually, then took out a pistol from his arms, and loaded the gun with his hands crossed.

Then he pointed the gun at the man's forehead.

"I···"

The man was trembling and just about to speak, but suddenly noticed behind the security guard, he was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, the security guard also reacted. He immediately exerted strength on his waist and elbows, made a circle with his arm in mid-air, pointed the gun behind him, and then pulled the trigger with his index finger.

boom--

The moment the gunshot rang out, bright red blood burst out like roses blooming in the silent night, splashing the thin man's face.

He Ao slowly withdrew the dagger from the security guard's neck, the silver blade reflected the cool moonlight, and shone on the skinny man's blood-spattered cheek.

puff--

The body of the security guard with wide-open eyes fell forward and fell to the ground with a muffled sound. The walkie-talkie on his chest fell out, rolled to his side, and fell into a pool of blood.

He Ao turned the tip of the sword downward, allowing the bright red blood to flow slowly along the silver blade.

Tick-tick-tick-

Blood dripped on the concrete floor, and also dripped on the thin man's heart.

He raised his head tremblingly and terrified, and looked at He Ao.

At this time, there was a rustling noise from the walkie-talkie that fell on the ground, followed by a man's cold voice,

"Come back when you're done."

He Ao bent down slowly, picked up the walkie-talkie from the pool of blood, pressed the communication button, and said softly,
"good evening."

Then he cut off the intercom.

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