bullyxtreme Chapter 944 Matsui, that old dog
Chapter 944 Matsui, that old dog
The forty-year-old woman was well-maintained and had a unique charm and appeal, but she held no attraction for Zhang Yunhe. He had been with many women and didn't find this old hag attractive.
The layout and furnishings in the bedroom are very simple, and you can tell what's going on at a glance.
Zhang Yunhe immediately spotted the metal safe used as a bedside table. He walked over to the safe, squatted down slowly, and first checked the model and manufacturer of the safe.
In this day and age, the technology for manufacturing safes is roughly the same across countries, with only a few companies possessing superior technology, each with its own unique expertise.
To be able to open a safe skillfully, you need to know which company manufactured it and what model it is, because the internal anti-theft features and structure of each model of safe are different.
Zhang Yunhe examined it and found that it was a brand-new German-made safe. Although it was only the size of a bedside table, it weighed 250 kilograms and would take at least three strong men to lift. If you wanted it to be easier, you would need four strong men to lift it.
This type of safe is placed in the bedroom, and unless you use a key and password, or pick it with technical means, it is futile to use force or try to take it away and then find a way to unlock it.
Zhang Yunhe had only seen this safe in a magazine; he had never seen the actual product, nor had he ever opened it without a key or knowing the password.
He first took out various lock-picking tools from his backpack and neatly arranged them on the ground for easy access.
He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, repeating this three times to calm himself down.
Life needs a sense of ritual, and so does doing things. Adjusting your mindset and relieving emotions through certain methods before doing something is a kind of ritual. Rituals are not feudal dross; they have a purpose.
For example, when scholars of cultural relics are appraising and studying ancient artifacts, some of them choose to wash their hands with hot water. They do the whole process meticulously and with utmost piety. This may seem like a ritual, but in fact it can stimulate the sensitivity of the nerves in the hands and make the tactile sensation clearer.
For example, in ancient times, feudal lords would always hold a ceremony to worship heaven before launching a war. The purpose was severalfold. First, it was to tell the world that the war was a righteous act, to publicize the enemy's brutality and evil, and to gain the support of the people. Second, it was to provide psychological support for themselves, their civil and military officials, and their soldiers, to boost morale, and to unify their will.
Zhang Yunhe then took off his tactical gloves and placed them on the ground. He then rubbed his hands together repeatedly to warm them slightly, increase blood microcirculation, and activate nerve cells in his hands, which would improve the clarity of his tactile sensation.
After completing the preparations, Zhang Yunhe picked up his tools and began to unlock the door. Since there was no key or password, the unlocking process was essentially a series of trial and error attempts.
Because it was a safe kept at home, and the safe didn't have an alarm system installed, there was no need to worry about triggering an alarm during the unlocking process. Therefore, Zhang Yunhe had no concerns during the trial and error process of unlocking.
The walls of the safe were too thick; even with the Iron Blood Mask, the X-rays couldn't penetrate to analyze its internal structure.
Five full minutes had passed, and even the mechanical lock of the first security system had not been opened. Beads of sweat were beginning to appear on Zhang Yunhe's forehead.
After trying more than a hundred times, he finally found the difference in the mechanical lock knob when it was turned by touch and a stethoscope.
After locating three different sources of sound, the mechanical lock finally clicked open.
Eight minutes had passed by this point.
Zhang Yunhe let out a slight sigh of relief, and after calming himself down, he tried to open the electronic combination lock again.
This combination lock is battery powered, and the combination should be six digits. There are too many combinations of six digits from 10 digits. If you try them one by one, it would take days and nights to finish.
Even if you shine blue light on the keypad lock and find six numbers with fingerprints, the number of possible combinations is still quite large.
Instead of acting recklessly, Zhang Yunhe picked up two thin wires and connected them to the electrical system interface of the Iron Blood Mask. He then connected the wires to the positive and negative terminals of the safe's battery, using the circuitry to intrude into the internal program of the safe's electronic combination lock and decode it.
On the screen of the Iron-Blooded Mask, a large number of characters scrolled by like a screen refresh.
A few seconds later, the Iron-Blooded Mask emitted a "beep" sound, indicating successful decoding!
Then, the safe made a "click" sound, the electronic combination was completed, and the safe door popped open, revealing 50 large yellow croakers and 20 bundles of banknotes inside.
At the bottom of the safe was a thick kraft paper document bag.
Zhang Yunhe reached into the file bag, opened it, and took out a large number of documents and a thick stack of photos.
Judging from the condition of these photos, they were clearly not taken and developed recently, but rather several years ago.
Zhang Yunhe flipped through the photos one by one. These photos were taken at crime scenes, showing bodies, traces, footprints, bloodstains, and the locations of objects.
At first glance, Zhang Yunhe didn't notice anything amiss when looking at these photos. On the surface, these photos were just clues, traces, and evidence taken at crime scenes.
But after Zhang Yunhe quickly finished reading through all the case files, he realized that these murders of Japanese soldiers were all his doing.
"That old dog Matsui actually collected so much evidence against me. Although I can't be found to have done it from these photos and files, they can be used to deduce my combat strength, the types of weapons I use, and analyze my fighting and modus operandi."
It can be said that from the moment he transmigrated and obtained the Predator equipment system and spatial backpack, after massacring the Special Higher Police and escaping, every case file and photographic material from the cases in which he killed Japanese soldiers is contained in this file bag, without missing a single item!
Zhang Yunhe felt a wave of fear wash over him. He immediately put all the documents and photos back into the file bag, then into his backpack. Of course, he didn't leave the gold and banknotes in the safe behind either, since no one ever complains about having too much money.
Matsui cannot die yet, so Zhang Yunhe decided to keep Matsui as an informant for the time being to gather intelligence on the Japanese.
He quietly left the Matsui villa after leaving the bedroom.
Meanwhile, Matsui had already received the report and returned to the garrison command. Upon learning that a massive explosion had occurred at the Special Higher Police, resulting in numerous deaths and injuries, Matsui immediately decided to personally go to the scene to investigate the situation.
"Prepare the vehicles, we're heading to the Special Higher Police!" Matsui ordered his adjutant.
"Hayi!"
At that moment, an officer ran up breathlessly, stood at attention, and reported: "Commander, Colonel Sato, the commander of the military police, is dead!"