District 9

Yao Jingzhong raised his head: "Ignore him and let our own insiders inquire about the news on No. 57."

"Okay." The passenger nodded.

…

At the entrance of the supermarket behind the Moore House Hotel, eight people, including Ma Laoer, Guan Qi, Liu Zishu, and Bao Jun, were sitting in an inconspicuous truck, wearing work clothes, waiting quietly.

"Have you seen the situation at the front entrance of the hotel?" Liu Zishu asked Baojun.

"I saw it just now, it's not easy to do." Baojun shook his head and said: "There are people in front of you. You have to fucking verify your identity when you go in. And we don't know anything about the situation inside. We went in rashly... After firing, we didn't even Know how to run."

Ma Laoer was silent: "If we are allowed in, don't listen to others, just follow me and we'll be done together."

"Um."

Everyone nodded slowly.

…

On the outskirts of Yi City, Chief Huang, who had no security risk at all, received a call: "Hello? Tell me."

"The insider got the news. Some of the security personnel sent to No. 57 have returned. They checked the guests' identities and found nothing happened. They said they couldn't use so many people and went back." The person on the phone said The man said succinctly.

Officer Huang lowered his head and glanced at his watch: "When they returned, they just gave us space to work. This is a rare opportunity, so you should immediately notify several frontline groups to prepare for entry."

"Okay." The man nodded.

"Okay, that's it." Chief Huang hung up the phone and immediately ordered to the person next to him: "Call Yao Jingzhong and tell him to take action when he sees trouble. The security guard opposite has removed some people, so let's do it in advance."

"Won't you call him yourself?"

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to him." Chief Huang waved his hand.

The follower smiled, took his mobile phone and entered the social software for work, and selected Yao Jingzhong's channel.

The idea of ​​using mobile social software to work was proposed by Yao Jingzhong, because No. 57 has its own information group and is very professional. They use wave frequency interception to directly see on the computer how many people around them are using it. Intercom equipment, how many people are on the phone.

This interception method is commonly used by military intelligence departments. All information is directly analyzed by the computer and can be displayed on the computer without any effort at all. Therefore, Yao Jingzhong took the initiative to advise the action team not to use the intercom channel for this mission. Otherwise, once locked, the team might be caught before they move.

"Hello, Chief Yao."

"explain!"

"Chief Huang asked me to tell you, take action when you see darkness." The follower said succinctly: "All groups act together."

Yao Jingzhong frowned: "It's a bit strange that security suddenly increased its intensity and then suddenly reduced its intensity. I suggest it's better to wait for the inside line..."

"Our insiders have already given feedback. The purpose of increasing security is to make it easier to verify the identity of the guests. Once the work is done, there are not so many people on site, so we will naturally withdraw." The attendant replied calmly.

Yao Jingzhong was silent.

"Execute the order, Chief Yao."

"Is your insider reliable?"

"Haha, Chief Yao, the military intelligence department in District 8 was established three years earlier than you. Do you think it is reliable?" the follower asked with a smile.

"Okay, I understand." Yao Jingzhong said nothing.

The follower exited the channel, curled his lips and cursed: "This person just talks too much and always bullies me."

…

On the second floor of the hotel.

"Dip Lingling!"

There was a cell phone ringing, which only rang once and then stopped.

Lin Chengdong turned around and glanced around, then stepped into the stairwell. He looked up and scanned around. When he saw that there were no surveillance cameras, he lowered his head and took out a small mobile phone.

The number was local to District 5. Lin Chengdong did not call back, but only sent a text message to the other party: "Have the goods been arranged?"

"Okay, where should the money be placed?"

"Second floor. A lot of workers in the yard have left. It's a bit abnormal. Please check what's going on." Lin Chengdong replied cautiously.

"Okay, keep an eye on me over there."

After Lin Chengdong glanced at the text message, he put the phone into his pocket with an expressionless expression.

…

In the evening, around 8:20.

Kim Tae-soo entered the room and greeted everyone with a smile: "Everyone, please go to the lobby on the third floor. Our summit is about to begin."

Everyone stood up after hearing the sound, gathered together talking and laughing, and rushed towards the third floor.

In the hall of the venue, some guests have already taken their seats, and the specially invited female host of the webcast station is currently walking through the crowd like a social butterfly, greeting everyone.

Kim Tae-soo and his party walked in, and the venue suddenly became lively.

The female host held the speech and came over wearing an evening dress and asked: "It's almost time, shall I start the warm-up here?"

"Okay." Kim Tae-soo smiled and nodded.

Behind him, Zhou Zheng turned around and glanced around, lowered his head and asked Lin Chengdong, "Have they contacted you?"

"Well," Lin Chengdong nodded: "I guess I'm going to do it."

"Remember what I told you!" Zhou Zheng warned, stepped forward with a smile, walked to Jin Taishu's side and greeted everyone.

…

On a certain street, two young men turned around and looked around. One of them stood at the intersection to look out. The other used pliers to pry open the iron box protecting the cables, and then took out a pair of huge pipe pliers from his arms.

At the same time, two people like this found cable lines from the ground and iron shelves at two other locations.

As time passed, the three groups of people were anxiously waiting for the news.

In the venue on the third floor of the Muerzhijia Hotel, the female host had already arrived on the stage. She took the microphone and said to everyone in a tactful voice: "?? ? ? ?? ???, ????? Guests, good evening everyone)...!"

Outside Yi City, Chief Huang glanced at his watch and said, "Start!"

After the words fell, the follower immediately issued the order.

After the three groups received the news, they immediately cut the cable with pipe pliers.

"Bang, bang bang!"

Various electric explosions suddenly sounded in the urban area where the Mule's House Hotel is located.

"Uh-huh, swish...!"

The lights of thousands of houses were extinguished, and all the lights in the entire city were extinguished.

Inside the venue.

"Weng!"

There was an electronic echo in the four huge speakers, and then all the lights in the room were turned off.

"power cut?"

"what happened?!"

"...!"

The venue was noisy. The female host on the podium took the microphone and shouted: "Hello? Hello?"

The battery was out, and the sound from the microphone could not be transmitted to the speaker. The host could only pull his neck and yell: "Everyone, please don't mess up. Sit where you are and don't move. Our staff here will take care of it..."

Behind the Muer House Hotel.

Ma Laoer opened the bag expressionlessly and whispered: "Take things and work."

"Are we going in too?" Guan Qi asked with a frown.

"Yes, it's the order from Chief Huang. Everyone must go in together." Ma Laoer turned back and looked at everyone: "Follow me for a while!"