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Chapter 169: Smart but Weak (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Smart but Weak (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

Having passed through the turnstile, He Ao glanced at the card in his hand.

The card bore the likeness of a gaunt middle-aged man, resembling Joey by about fifty to sixty percent, complete with some dried, uncleaned bloodstains.

It was Joey’s father’s work card.

The principle behind these factory-customized work cards to open doors is that every card’s internal chip has a code corresponding to the worker’s ID number.

When the card is first made, a specialized authorization machine authorizes it, and only those with authorized cards can swipe through the access control turnstiles; this authorization has a maximum validity of one month.

And the turnstile itself is both an authorization and a verification machine.

Whenever the authorization expires, the turnstile reads the card’s code and uploads the data to the cloud database to compare with the information of workers in the database.

After confirming that the worker is still employed, the turnstile will reauthorize the card for a short period.

This reauthorization is generally set to a specific time each month, usually between the fifth and seventh, when the work schedule system ensures that everyone works those three days to facilitate the reauthorization by the turnstile.

Therefore, this access control system has a loophole: after a factory worker resigns, their work card remains valid for a short period; that is, until the authorization on their card expires, they can still swipe through the turnstile.

So, generally, the factory would require workers who resign to mandatorily return their work cards, which can be reset, recoded, and reprinted with a new employee’s image for reuse.

But no one would demand the return of a work card from an employee who died in an accident.

When Joey went to the factory to claim his parents’ bodies, the staff returned the remains—which had been broken into several pieces—to Joey without any inspection.

And inside his father’s work clothes, which were attached to the corpse, Joey found his father’s work card; in fact, he also found his mother’s work card, although that one had been shattered to pieces.

After finding the work cards, Joey was reminded of what he knew about them, information he had once seen in an encyclopedia at the library.

He immediately returned to the library, located that encyclopedia again, and confirmed that the Avis Machinery Factory’s security system was precisely the one described in the magazine.

Having understood the system’s loophole, he already had a plan in mind.

Although Joey’s parents had their accident before the fifth, such death incidents are relatively rare, and those handling them are not very experienced.

So, Joey guessed that it might take several days before the factory’s administrative staff would think to remove his parents’ personal information from their database.

Therefore, when he sneakily used his father’s work card to swipe the turnstile during his protest at the factory on the fifth of last month, as he expected, his father’s information had not been deleted from the database, thereby gaining a new short-term authorization.

His actions were very covert, and most people, including many senior managers at the factory, were completely ignorant of the operating principle of the turnstile or its flaws, so no one was on guard against him.

Today was the third, and the temporary authorization he gained last time would not expire until the seventh.

Of course, apart from this type of turnstile that requires monthly authorization and has loopholes, are there those on the market that perform real-time computation to verify employee information?

Yes, but those cost more.

Not only does the equipment cost more, but continuing to purchase data flow also costs more.

Technology in Dawn City is advanced, but the factory would not spend a penny more than necessary.

He Ao sighed softly and headed deeper into the factory.

Joey wasn’t stupid; in fact, he was quite intelligent. He was just too weak.

After entering the factory, He Ao followed Joey’s memories and made his way to Section I, step by step.

Only by seeing that robotic arm and understanding the specifics could He Ao further investigate and discover the true cause of the accident.

Joey had tried a few times to enter Section I or even investigate inside the factory, but he had been stopped by various tailing personnel.

The security level at the Avis Machinery Factory seemed very high.

That’s why He Ao had devised a ’plan’ to lead away the intelligence personnel today, making it easier to investigate the factory; he had arranged this plan before meeting Jack, and the person who resembled him was found by Christos to assist.

And after meeting Jack, He Ao was even more determined to infiltrate the factory to investigate.

Of course, there were two reasons for collecting the blank card from Jack.

First, to plant a psychological suggestion for the intelligence people who were observing him.

To lead these intelligence people to believe he would use Jack’s card to bypass the turnstile, so that they would be in a less tense state before an actual alarm was triggered, thinking that He Ao had not yet entered the factory, covering his investigation with a cloak of disguise.

Second, to convey a message to Jack.

At that moment, he was standing with his back to the surveillance agent who was trailing him at a short distance, making his facial expressions invisible to the agent.

——

Bang, bang, bang—

"Open up."

The massive knocking from outside reverberated through the old door, which creaked and groaned under the force like it was being pummeled by a wild bull.

"Quick, open the door. The Charity Association is delivering flour."

The knocking persisted for a while, and the voice outside grew increasingly irritated.

Finally, the knocking ceased abruptly, and the space fell into a brief silence.

But this silence was soon shattered by a loud crash.

The decayed front door had been broken open by the people outside.

Almost instantly, several burly men wielding guns burst in, squeezing through the narrow entryway and quickly moving forward.

They searched around, checking the bathroom, kitchen, living room, and bedroom in succession.

"Damn it, they’ve fled."

One of the muscular men cursed as he looked at the bedroom in disarray.

"Keep looking."

The lead muscular man waved his hand, indicating they should continue their search in the living room.

His gaze finally settled on a household surveillance camera emitting a faint blue light, apparently in operation.

Then he shot the camera and destroyed it.

...

The surveillance footage in view flickered, indicating the network had been disconnected.

Jack exited the surveillance app and turned off his bracelet, then lifted his head to look at his daughter sitting beside him and gently stroked her head.

At the moment, they were sitting in a spacious and bright hall.

"What happened?"

A plump woman in simple attire ran over from a distance, panting as she looked at Jack,

"Suddenly telling me to quit, and now we have to go to another city. Do you know how hard it was for me to find this job? The work environment is nice, the pay is enough, and except for a lecherous Chef, it’s almost the perfect job."

Jack looked at his wife with a hint of complaint, smiled gently, stood up, and hugged her, "Elsa, we’re free."

"Huh?"

Elsa was somewhat stunned.

Jack smiled, said nothing, just held his wife tightly.

For the last two years, every time he tried to buy a ticket to leave the city, he would be threatened by some inexplicable gang members. He knew he was under surveillance. While they didn’t watch him every moment, they made sure he wouldn’t talk out of turn or attempt to flee the city. He was always being watched.

After several failed attempts, he had nearly given up on the idea of escape.

Until that afternoon when He Ao took the blank card from him, after saying ’thank you’, He Ao also subtly mouthed a word to him.

He understood the meaning.

’Run’

Jack chose to trust the young man. This time, when he bought tickets to leave, he faced no obstacles. During that brief lapse, it seemed all the Avis Group’s men were busy chasing after that young man.

"Okay, okay," Elsa patted her husband’s back softly, "If you won’t tell me why we’re leaving, could you at least tell me where we’re going?"

"Attention all passengers heading to Kaye City, Dawn Airline’s Floating Airship M1393 flying from Dawn City to Kaye City will commence boarding soon. Please, passengers on Flight M1393, make your way to the boarding area for ticket checks."

A gentle mechanical female voice suddenly rang out from the hall’s loudspeaker.

Jack released his wife, then took her hand in one of his and picked up his daughter, who was blinking beside him, with the other,

"We’re going to Kaye City."

There, Avis Energy Group’s influence was weakest.