Sharon used a drone to record all the cameras outside the Xingfu Pharmaceutical factory, and simulated the surveillance range based on the brand and function of the cameras, and found out several blind spots.
The place where Mo Fan is standing now is one of them.
He took out the rope he had prepared in advance. One end of the rope was tied with a plastic flying claw. He grabbed the end near the flying claw, waved it several times, aimed at the top of the wall and threw it high.
The flying claw hooked the top, and he tugged down to confirm that the rope was firm, and then climbed up along the rope.
When he came to the top of the wall, he grabbed the edge of the wall, retrieved the rope first, and wrapped it around his chest.
Then he exerted force with his arms, turned upwards, jumped over the half-meter-high barbed wire fence, and fell towards the factory.
Under the influence of the iron bones and strengthened Achilles tendons, he landed very lightly, and he didn't even need to roll to unload. He only needed to bend his legs slightly to stand firmly.
He had memorized the moving route into the factory before taking action.
He looked around and quickly found the several cameras highlighted by Sharon, and carefully walked around them.
The security inside the factory is not tight. After all, they have arranged seven or eight fleets to patrol outside the factory. There are multiple layers of detectors inside the factory. Even the most careful people can't help but relax.
Mo Fan easily dodged the scattered guards and arrived at the factory in District 3.
Xingfu Pharmaceutical has regulations that do not allow smoking indoors. The smoking area is set up outside the factory building, near the open-air parking lot.
The open-air parking lot is opposite the factory building, and there is an open space on the side of both, which is used as a temporary storage area.
Scattered items and outgoing goods were piled together, simply covered with tarps.
There were shrubs and weeds as tall as a person growing on the edge of the clearing, and no one was cleaning them. It was just enough to be used as a bunker for Mo Fan.
He lifted a corner of the tarp, hooked it on a nearby bush, and then got in, crawling on the ground, waiting for Jimmy's time to relax.
Through the drone's overhead surveillance, he and Sharon discovered that Jimmy liked to come here to smoke.
First, because you can sit on the debris instead of squatting on the ground like other people.
Second, he was too lazy to go to the toilet thirty meters away, where he could water the weeds and shrubs.
After waiting for about five minutes, several workers walked out of the factory with heavy steps.
There were eight people in Jimmy's group. Everyone's face was gloomy, and the dark circles under their eyes were clearly visible. Most of them shrugged their shoulders and looked tired. Two of them were particularly sleepy, fighting while blinking.
When the workers walked out of the factory, the first thing they went to was not the smoking area, but the vending machine at the door of the factory that said "Refresh and Refresh". Each worker bought two cans of health drinks produced by Xingfu Pharmaceutical.
After pouring two bottles of drinks, they sobered up and started to light up their cigarettes.
This scene made Mo Fan shake his head. Health drinks are not cheap. Even if they are paid by internal employees, two bottles cost one federal coin.
Based on the frequency with which workers drink health drinks, at least six to eight bottles a day, and working twenty-nine and a half days a month, it would cost less than 100 yuan just to buy their own products.
He earns his own money and spends it himself. The managers of Xingfu Pharmaceutical are really business geniuses.
The ten minutes of ventilation time was very short. Five or six minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Even the workers with large lung capacity had finished smoking two cigarettes, but Jimmy still didn't come.
It wasn't until the break time was about to end and the workers began to move to the toilet in groups that Jimmy arrived late.
Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally waited for you. He was about to get up, but he suddenly fell back down.
He heard a second set of footsteps, coming from another direction.
Jimmy stood two meters away from Mo Fan, leaning against the debris, looking around furtively, as if waiting for someone.
The owner of the second footsteps came around from behind the debris, startling Jimmy.
"Why did you come here?" Jimmy complained softly.
"During patrol, we took a long detour and were delayed for a while." A strange voice said.
Mo Fan looked at the man. Judging from his clothes, he should be a member of the patrol team, and his position was not low.
"Where are the things? Have you brought them?"
"This disguised identity you want..."
"Shh!" Jimmy quickly stopped the other person's words.
"What are you afraid of? If there are people around, even if you and I don't say anything, the guards will rush up and kill them." The patrol member said nonchalantly.
Jimmy: "You don't understand. Caution is a habit. Don't be careless at any time. It can save your life."
"I'm not in this business. I risked getting my head shot to get this for you. I only care about the reward you promised me."
"It's been prepared for you a long time ago. Go to the headquarters of Ninth Media and find a guy named Goat. He will give you a key. Take the key and go to the public locker in West Building. There is something you want in it. s things."
"Are you from Ninth Media?" The patrol member was very surprised, as if he had just learned Jimmy's identity.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, just do your own thing."
Jimmy played with what he received and confirmed: "Are you sure it can be taken out with the goods?"
"Of course, it is an official identity registered in the system and will not trigger an alarm. As long as you wear it on the bus, the guards will just think that there is a new person in the team, and no one will check it."
Jimmy walked past Mo Fan and came to another pile of goods without a tarpaulin. He and the patrol members lifted a box with a red border and stuck the things underneath.
Patrolman: "At one o'clock in the morning, this shipment will be transported into West City."
Jimmy waved to the coworker who called him in the distance, turned back and said:
"That couldn't be better. Okay, my vacation time is about to end, and it's time for you to go back. I don't want to expose myself because of you."
"Wait, last question, I am a long-time user of Ninth Media. I have always liked you and I have helped you to this extent. Can you tell me what you came to investigate?"
"I said, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."
The patrol member coughed dryly, pulled out the gun from the holster on his waist, and put it on Jimmy's waist. "I think this is the question to ask."
Jimmy: "Is it necessary? The matter we want to investigate has nothing to do with you."
"What you just taught me is to be cautious and never be careless."
Jimmy began to sweat on his forehead and whispered: "It is to investigate excessive sewage discharge and over-exploitation of workers. You know, our boss is running for mayor and he wants to implement labor law reform."
"So that's what happened." The patrolman put away his pistol and patted Jimmy's shoulder reassuringly.
"I thought you were here to investigate the private executions of strikers and the use of homeless people to make human bodies... Oh, I can't tell you this. If you know, I will have to kill you."
"Sewage discharge and forced overtime are all problems caused by the guys in the administration department and production department. I support you in getting rid of them. Those bastards asked us to go out on patrol in shifts in the middle of the night. They disrespect the labor law so much."
Jimmy smiled dryly and said, "This is what we should do."
After the two left, Mo Fan got out from under the tarpaulin, lifted the red-framed box they had just tampered with with one hand, and tore off a waterproof sealed bag from the bottom.
Opening the bag, there is a work ID card inside, which says "Xingfu Pharmaceutical Security Department". The name and photo are blank and can be filled in later.
Unlike a worker's work permit, with it, one can move freely within the factory without restriction.
Mo Fan raised his eyebrows, knowing that Brother Qingliang had reservations about them.
As a big shot, you should be prepared and able to understand everything.
But understanding is understanding, as long as you hide your plan from him, it is not a good plan.
In order to prevent Brother Qingshu from destroying their good cooperative relationship with his little moves behind his back, he stuffed his work permit into his pocket and turned around to leave.
With the security member's work permit, it will be much easier for him to complete the commission.
As for whether Brother Qingshuang's arrangement will be disrupted by this, what does that have to do with him? He is a mercenary and only cares about the paid part.
