Farming Life Starting in Africa

Giselle ignored their jokes and calmly walked straight to the table. "How's the investigation going? Have you found the money?"

Tang nodded slightly, took out a high-resolution photo, and gently pushed it in front of Rosen and the others. "The piggy bank we want is more troublesome than we imagined."

Rosen looked down at the photo. In the picture, an incredibly heavy vault door was deeply embedded in the wall. The steel plate material looked quite valuable, and the visual impression alone exuded a strong sense of security.

The moment Rosen looked up from the photo, his peripheral vision inadvertently caught sight of the cross necklace swaying on Tang's chest.

This guy must have been busy last night; he probably raided the widow's house at night.

Rosen couldn't help but wonder, if he told Tang now that Letty was actually still alive, would he still have a child with that hot policewoman?

Just as he was secretly imagining a dramatic scene, Gisele, staring at the photo, couldn't help but ask, "Did you go to the bank?"

Upon hearing this, Taiji scratched the back of his head and waved his hand, saying, "This isn't a bank, it's the police station's evidence room! Reyes locked that one hundred million dollars in here."

Tang's gaze turned somber to Rosen, who was looking down. "Do you have a way to handle this?"

"We can get welding, cutting, and demolition tools, but this safe shouldn't be designed for forced dismantling."

After speaking, Rosen subconsciously looked at Taiji beside him. He knew that among everyone present, Taiji was the one who knew the most about this kind of security vault.

Taiji received a signal with his eyes and immediately took over the conversation, "Yes! This warehouse door is eight by twelve feet in size, with a reinforced steel plate twelve inches thick. It also has insulated copper core wires embedded inside, which are specially designed to resist high-temperature welding torches. Ordinary burning and hot melting dismantling are completely useless. It is also equipped with a three-level encrypted electronic lock, which is a three-proof product that is explosion-proof, fireproof, and pry-proof."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a resentful voice came from behind Rosen: "Fireproof? Isn't that redundant? Who would burn this thing for no reason? It's full of money inside! Who's going to pay for it if it burns?"

Rosen turned around at the sound, and was stunned when he saw who was behind him.

Roman's face was swollen and covered with colorful plasters.

His bald head looked like it had mutated; it was a whole size bigger than yesterday.

His originally dark skin was now swollen and shiny, and his facial features were squeezed together. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't recognize him as the enthusiastic young black man from last night.

"Roman? What happened to you? Why are you in this state?" Rosen asked, looking completely astonished.

Roman struggled to open and close his swollen lips, his voice filled with resentment: "How dare you ask! It's all that damn mask's fault! I never imagined I'd be allergic to vinyl chloride resin! This whole night of swelling and itching almost killed me!"

Brian, worried that his endless complaining would delay the important matter, quickly interrupted, "Alright, alright, stop complaining, get to the point."

Taiji stared at Roman's comical swollen face, suppressing his laughter, and continued to explain seriously: "Look at this area of ​​the screen, this is the biometric palm print scanning system, a must-have for high-end safes, and also the most difficult hurdle to overcome."

Taiji sighed softly, waved his hand, and said, "Toreto, my past experiences are very complicated, so I won't go into details. Getting back to the point, I asked Pan Sheng, and he can crack electronic combination locks, it's just a bit time-consuming, but he's also helpless with this palm print scan."

Everyone was tactful and no one pressed Taiji about his past, quietly shifting their attention back to the vault problem.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Roman leaned closer and asked, "So, does that mean no one but Reyes can open this box?"

Taiji nodded frankly: "At least I can't handle it. None of the experts I know have been able to crack this palm print system without damage."

Roman stared at the vault door in the photo, clicked his tongue, and posed a somewhat foolish question: "Then whose palm print is this?"

Upon hearing this, Brian, who was standing next to him, covered his face in speechless disbelief, truly impressed by his childhood friend's intelligence.

Roman immediately became displeased, his face full of grievance: "Hey! Brian, what do you mean? Why are you covering your face so early in the morning? Does your tooth hurt?"

Brian gave a wry smile and patiently explained to his dim-witted childhood friend, "Roman, use your brain. If you had over a hundred million dollars locked in your personal piggy bank, would you still use someone else's palm print as the key?"

The crowd burst into laughter, briefly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere of the discussion.

Just as everyone was laughing and joking, Rosen's gaze fixed on the photo of the vault door, as if he had discovered a crucial clue. He suddenly asked, "Do you have a higher resolution original of this photo?"

"Yes, this is just a printed copy. The ultra-high-definition original image is stored on Pan's military-grade computer," Taiji immediately replied.

Upon hearing this, Pan Sheng immediately stepped forward, skillfully opened his military-grade laptop, pulled up the original image, and gently turned the screen so that it was facing Rosen.

Rosen leaned closer, his fingertips swiping across the screen to zoom in, focusing on the palm print scanning screen.

Under high-definition image quality, a complete palm print remains on the scanning interface, which should be a trace left by the user's frequent input and verification. The mark can be seen clearly.

"Can the residual palm print on this screen be directly copied?" Rosen asked slowly.

Taiji took a closer look and instantly realized the solution. The problem that had been weighing on his mind was instantly solved: "My God! The most troublesome palm print hurdle is actually solved just like that! Now we can plan how to storm the police station and take this giant piggy bank away!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a muffled bang came from the corner of the factory. Everyone instantly stopped laughing and turned to look.

Leo and Santos were seen lying on the ground, covered in dust, exchanging accusations in rapid-fire Portuguese, engaging in a frenzied verbal battle. The scene was both awkward and lively.

After confirming that the two had only fallen and were not injured, everyone turned their attention away.

Rosen and Giselle were completely bewildered and asked curiously, "What's wrong with them? Why are they arguing? And what was that explosion just now?"

Roman's smile was particularly irritating. "What else could they be doing? They're mixing explosives. I guess the explosives you gave them weren't of the correct purity. They're used to using inferior stuff, so they can't get the proportions right yet. They're still getting used to it."

Rosen was a little puzzled and casually asked, "Why not just increase the dosage and violently blast open the wall? There's no need to go through all this trouble to research this."