Chapter 678: Drama Actor
As the forklift disappeared around the corner, Zhang Heng had already crawled about a third of the distance. That meant he was out of the security camera’s range of sight. He then dashed to where the advanced worker display board was before the second forklift came out.
That display board, too, had helped him block the vision of another camera on his left, and instead of going forward, Zhang Heng took advantage of this rare opportunity and crossed the road. Finally, he had arrived at workshop No.1. He began to climb up the roof via the pipe attached to the wall; all in a timely affair, just as the second forklift emerged from the opposite corner.
Zhang Heng patted the dirt off his body. The loud workshop had helped him mask the clanging pipes as he scaled the wall and the walking on the roof.
There were so many CCTV cameras in the glass factory that even if there were blind spots, it did not mean that he could come up with a safe path to avoid detection. Getting to workshop No. 3 involved getting through the gates of workshop No.1, but if Zhang Heng stayed on the ground, someone would notice him sooner or later. Fortunately, he found that they did not pay much attention to airborne security.
This was actually quite normal, where this was a glass factory after all and not a military fortress. No matter how tight security was, there was only so much they could do to fortify themselves. Undoubtedly, the authorities would be a little more than suspicious if they started installing anti-aircraft defense systems around the factory, not to mention how inconsistent it would be with their low-profile style.
After dealing with the surveillance system, Zhang Heng was soon greeted with another new problem.
Workshop No.3 was the core of the entire glass factory.
Regardless of which security team patrolled the place each hour, the windows of workshop No.1 windows had been replaced with tempered glass and were shut tight. Zhang Heng tried to pry it open, but it was a failed attempt. He could, however, see what was inside the room— a pile of waste.
It did not make sense that creatures would mount such tight security just to watch over a pile of garbage. This wasn’t some kind of dark humor. What they were guarding, however, remained a mystery until Zhang Heng entered the workshop. He had, in fact, found a way to cut through the glass, but since workers would instantly discover the next morning that workshop No.1 had been broken into, the best way to get in was via the front entrance.
There was a security system at the front entrance that needed to be dealt with, though, and he needed to find a way to open the electric rolling shutter-gate. He knew how to deal with the surveillance system, but the gate would be a big problem.
Fortunately, there was an office building not far from Workshop No. 3, and the electronic map showed that the mini tracker was there as well. So Zhang Heng changed his plan and decided to go to the office building to retrieve them.
He was lucky enough to locate the tracker fairly quickly. It had been taken into the security area on the first floor, and the remote control to open the gate was most likely there as well. There was a man on duty over there, though.
He looked like he was in his twenties and looked ordinary, but it was what he was doing that was terrifying.
The man was practicing all kinds of expressions in front of a mirror—like a drama actor on stage; he reenacted the look of joy, pain, sadness, excitement, and even orgasms. Zhang Heng wasn’t here to watch a drama tonight. If he did not want to be discovered, the first thing was to draw the guard away from the duty room—the feat would only cost him two or three minutes.
After that, Zhang Heng gently retreated to the other side of the corridor and recalled the factory’s layout. The next thing he had to do would be perilous—having to calculate the time precisely. He needed to know how long the security guard would spend walking around and the pair of patrols to arrive from their previous spot.
Zhang Heng was cautious, repeatedly playing the plan in his mind to make sure that it was feasible. He squatted down when he was done, took out the Lego bricks from the bag, and assembled them into a kitten. Before inserting the Infinite Building Block, he promptly contacted Bai Qing.
“Remember what I told you before? I need your help now.”
“OK.” After receiving the instruction, Bai Qing took a deep breath before using a mask to cover her face. She then carried the package that Zhang Heng gave her and walked to the designated place. With trembling hands, she poured the barrel of gasoline on the cardboard factory’s outer wall before spraying on a ‘Give us our salary! Do the right thing!’ with some a red spray can.
The cardboard factory’s security guard seemed to have noticed Bai Qing. He then walked out with a flashlight. “Who are you, and what do you want?!”
Bai Qing did not reply, pulling out a matchbox from her pocket instead. Being her first time committing a crime, her nervousness was understandable—she failed to light up the match even after striking it twice. The security guard was horrified when he caught a whiff of the gasoline, running to Bai Qing instantly.
She bravely struck a second match and threw it at the wall, this time successful, lighting it up in a burst of raging flames.
The moment the terrified guard saw that, he wasn’t bothered to go after Bai Qing, shouting, “Fire! Help!!!” instead.
Guilt flashed across Bai Qing’s sullen face—the glass factory was, of course, the target, but to avoid raising suspicion, they were forced to target the cardboard factory next door.
The fire burned ferociously, but since there wasn’t anything nearby to stoke the flames, it shouldn’t cause any damage if they did put it ut in time. The current economy wasn’t easy on small businesses—wages getting dedicated had become the norm, and the more extreme workers causing trouble wasn’t something unheard of.
Upon lighting the fire, Bai Qing ran into the darkness.
At the same time, the fire had also attracted the attention of the glass factory’s workers.
Zhang Heng was very close to Workshop No.3. If whatever was inside it were valuable to them, they would ensure at all costs that the fire wouldn’t reach their factory.
It turned out that Zhang Heng was right about that.
When the guard on duty in the security department heard about the fire, he immediately stuck his head out of the window. Seeing that the fire was only a wall away, he walked out of the office without hesitation and headed for a closer look.
And as soon as he left, Zhang Heng slipped in.
Four remote controls were hanging on the wall. Zhang Heng picked the one with a number 3 sticker, slipped it in his pocket, then quickly opened the drawer and turned the candy box upside down. Thankfully, only less than half of the candy had been eaten. The tracker at the bottom, however, could already be seen.
Zhang Heng took it out, put the sugar box back in place, glanced across the desk, and saw a printed booklet. Looking at it out of curiosity, he found out the booklet was filled with the young security guard’s expressions. Meanwhile, the original owner of the face was nowhere to be found.