Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1622 - 779:

"Checked."

Ah Le immediately responded:

"I personally went to the security room to review the footage, but didn’t see any suspicious figures at all."

"There was screen lag and static interference on the cameras at those key positions around the time the equipment was installed, capturing nothing useful."

Fang Cheng’s eyes flashed slightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"The equipment malfunction is just a facade, it’s man-made tampering."

Over the phone, Ah Le’s tone became urgent:

"Mr. Fang, since someone has secretly infiltrated, should I immediately bring some people to seal off the entire building and search room by room?"

"No, don’t alert the enemy for now."

Fang Cheng decisively stopped him.

Being able to break the surveillance and install equipment right under the East City Association’s nose, it’s definitely not some ordinary petty thief.

Conducting a grand search now will only force the opponent to act desperately.

Fang Cheng pondered briefly, then issued instructions:

"Personally select a few clever people to secretly investigate all unfamiliar guests who checked into the resort in the past three days."

"You don’t need to apprehend anyone, just filter out those with suspicious activities and give me a list."

"Understood," Ah Le replied heavily.

"Also, don’t stop the vetting process."

Fang Cheng continued to instruct:

"Externally, just spread the word that it’s in response to an official call for routine fire safety checks. Act naturally, so no one realizes you’re looking for potential lurking suspects."

"Alright, I’ll handle it right away. Rest assured, Mr. Fang."

Ah Le immediately made a promise.

The call ended.

Fang Cheng glanced at the phone’s display.

Unknowingly, it was already past 1 PM.

Xiumei hadn’t called him, obviously busy filming, having a boxed meal on set.

Fang Cheng placed the phone on the sofa cushion beside him, stood up, and walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window.

He thought of that cold aura he sensed during meditation just now.

He raised his head, his gaze crossing over the shimmering artificial lake, focusing on the distant expanse of dense forest.

The mountain wind caused the treetops to sway violently, resembling a green ocean about to unleash a wild storm.

He gazed at the forest sea, and murmured in a low voice:

"The wind is really picking up..."

.........

PM.

Golden City Resort main building, 23rd-floor executive suite.

The setting sun’s afterglow slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the carpet, casting a dark orange hue over the room.

The lights in the living room were off, and a faint smell of gun oil lingered in the air.

Mang sat at the edge of the sofa, a tactical canvas bag clamped between his legs.

He was stuffing several egg-sized plastic explosives into the bag’s compartments, then picked up a few silver electronic detonators, fitting them into the equipment slots on his belt one by one.

Not far away on the carpet, Shan Cai sat cross-legged, holding a cloth dipped in special maintenance oil, rubbing it back and forth along the barrel of a large-caliber sniper rifle.

The metallic gun body glinted with a cold sheen in the dim light.

Kun, wearing a surveillance headset, watched the two laptops on the coffee table.

The screens were divided into dozens of surveillance feeds, the glow illuminating his somewhat anxious face.

"What the hell is going on? Two more blacked out! How are these guys pinpointing them?"

Kun cursed under his breath, occasionally tapping on the keyboard.

Pei Tianci sat on the adjacent sofa, holding a folded architectural blueprint, his gaze slowly sweeping over the computer screens.

"Don’t rush, keep monitoring, and count the number of surveillance points compromised."

At this moment, there was a sudden rhythmic knocking at the door.

Two short, one long, pausing for two seconds, followed by another heavy knock.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Shan Cai lifted the sniper rifle, the muzzle silently shifting to aim at the entrance.

Mang reached toward his lower back.

Pei Tianci’s gaze moved from the blueprint, signalling with a nod toward the coffee table.

Kun took off his headset, walked to the door, looked through the peephole, and unlocked the door.

The door creaked open.

A ripple of transparent waves spread through the air.

Immediately, Du Juan’s short-haired figure appeared out of thin air at the entrance.

She locked the door behind her with a click.

"Brother Tian, something has happened."

Du Juan quickly walked to the center of the living room and threw something on the coffee table.

The screen flickered with dense red dots.

"The resort’s security level suddenly jumped to the highest level. The perimeter patrols have doubled, and they’ve all switched to live ammunition."

Upon hearing this, Kun immediately turned around, lowered his head, and tapped on the keyboard to retrieve the surveillance footage.

"Damn, three more of the perimeter cameras have been cut!"

His brow furrowed tightly as he pointed to several frames on the screen that had turned to static:

"They must have used military-grade broadband signal jammers."

Mang touched his bare chin and spoke in a muffled voice:

"The bombs I buried in the support columns and foundation are directly embedded within the concrete, so their detectors shouldn’t be able to find them. But if they’re hidden outside..."

"That’s right, they haven’t discovered the underground bombs yet."

Du Juan immediately continued his sentence:

"But I just followed a patrol team and saw them taking out radio frequency scanners, checking the power distribution rooms and ventilation ducts floor by floor. Some even entered guest rooms, claiming it was for a fire safety inspection."

"The signal bridges and miniature cameras installed by Shan Cai and Kun are likely to be exposed because of this."

Upon hearing this, everyone started discussing and then simultaneously looked at Pei Tianci, who was sitting in the main seat.

Pei Tianci folded the blueprints in his hand and placed them on the round table.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his shirt, and didn’t rush to a conclusion.

"What time did the security upgrade happen?"

He looked at Du Juan, his tone steady.

"It started around noon."

Du Juan answered.

Pei Tianci put his glasses back on and continued to ask:

"Is there a specific pattern to their search route? Are they coming for us, or are they casting a wide net?"

Du Juan recalled for half a second:

"No clear target. They’re starting from the underground garage and performing a carpet search floor by floor. The leader looked very nervous, like they’re searching for something."

Pei Tianci stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the resort below, gradually illuminated by landscape lights.

"A carpet search indicates that the other party is aware of the danger, but they don’t know the specific source of the threat yet."

He turned around, a cold light flashing behind his glasses:

"If we wait for them to eliminate all the surveillance measures, half of our trump cards would be wasted. Can’t wait, act now."

"Now?"

Kun was taken aback, his hands leaving the keyboard:

"Boss, didn’t you and that Mr. Ye agree to act at eight o’clock tonight? If we move two hours earlier, wouldn’t that breach the contract? What if they use that as an excuse to withhold the final payment?"

Shan Cai also put down his gun, somewhat hesitant:

"Boss, isn’t it too early now?"

Pei Tianci walked to the coffee table and said in a deep voice:

"Let me ask you, if that Mr. Ye really just wants us to carry out a terrorist attack and kidnap a few celebrities, does it make a difference whether the explosion happens two hours early regarding East City Association’s reputation?"

Everyone exchanged glances and shook their heads.

"Since the outcome makes no difference, why stick so rigidly to the timeline."

Pei Tianci’s mouth curled into a mocking smile:

"Unless they have ulterior motives and have set up other measures, using us as bait to buy time."

He scanned his four subordinates:

"I only recognize money, not death. Since the situation has changed, we’ll set the rules."

Mang grinned widely, zipping up the canvas bag with a coarse friction sound.

"Boss is right, to hell with Mr. Ye. Let’s go kidnap those little celebrities now, grab the money, and make a quick getaway!"

Shan Cai stopped wasting words, decisively disassembling the sniper rifle and neatly packing it into a black, elongated guitar case.

"Check the communication channels, switch them all to backup internal lines."

Pei Tianci raised his wrist to check the time:

"Depart in five minutes. Kun, go disconnect the auxiliary building’s regional power grid. Du Juan, handle the Hidden Guard. Follow the second plan."

"Understood!"

The group quickly moved into action, slipping tactical vests under their work clothes and concealing their weapons close to their bodies.

Pei Tianci took a dark casual suit jacket from the back of the chair and put it on.

He straightened his collar, took one last look at the West Mountain Forest Sea sinking into the twilight outside the window, and turned to the door.