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Andrew walked out of the West Wing Building of the Art Museum cursingly. The damn company, such a big museum, is only equipped with five security guards at night. In order to save money, even a moped car was not equipped. Everyone can only patrol by flashlights and walking at night. △￠,

There are only five security guards in total, two people in a group, one of them stays in the monitoring room and stares at the surveillance. Every hour, one team comes out of the security room and patrols the entire building. You must know that the building area of ​​this building is tens of thousands of square meters. Even if you take a quick look, it will take more than an hour to walk around.

Damn, stingy boss, signs security contracts worth millions of yuan with the museum every year, but he doesn't even match some basic equipment, and has cut staff continuously in recent years.

Such a big museum, only five people were arranged to be on duty at night. It's so fucking!

Tonight, Andrew was originally responsible for watching surveillance in the surveillance room, but unfortunately, Dwyane, who was originally responsible for patrol, had something to do at home, so the superiors transferred him, an experienced retired policeman from the surveillance room to be responsible for floor patrols.

After receiving the notice, Andrew scolded Matthew, the director who was responsible for dispatching security division, in his stomach. Didn’t that grandson have had some unhappiness with him during the Thanksgiving company party last year? How many small shoes have he found for him to wear this year?

If it weren't for the salary of more than ten yuan per hour, Andrew would have wanted to rush over and slapped that guy a few big shots.

Morins, who was partnered with him, was a famous lazy guy. He was supposed to be patrolling the mission together. That guy often made excuses to be absent. When he just went up the west building, he said that his stomach hurts. He had finished patrolling the entire west building. The guy had not come out of the toilet yet, so he couldn't save his grandson and hid in that corner to smoke again.

There is also Damian in the monitoring room. That guy is a famous sleepy guy. He sleeps lazy every time he is on night shift. He may not be able to sleep in the monitoring room now.

There are also the two guys Juan and Chris. Now they may either sleep, play cards, or talk about women in the security room. Don’t these bastards know how to be polite to me, the old man?

Alas, I blame myself for being confused. If I hadn't had my brain heated up and I had divorced Alice and divorced my original wife, my pension would have been enough for myself. Now it's better, I have to spend my life here for an hour of more than ten yuan. When I think of this, Andrew felt that his brain began to hurt.

The air conditioner in the building is working 24 hours a day. Because there are many exhibits in the art gallery, they are all old items from the past year, so the requirements for storage temperature and air humidity are very high.

It was just October, and the temperature outside was only about ten degrees above zero, but the temperature in the house was as cold as outside.

When Andrew thought of this, he couldn't help but tighten his cotton jacket, otherwise his neck would feel cold.

The west building has been patrolled, so I won’t go to the east building. Anyway, there are not many people who are blind and will have the idea of ​​a museum.

After the explosion in today's marathon, police were almost everywhere in Boston, and people were still patrolling the road. In this case, if a thief came to visit this museum, the thief's mind would definitely be stuck in the door.

Thinking of this, Andrew couldn't help but speed up the speed under his feet. Now he just wanted to return to the security room as soon as possible, have a cup of hot coffee, and get rid of the cold.

These damn terrorists actually dared to make trouble. When Andrew thought of those bastards who fired bombs, he felt so angry that he felt so angry.

The explosion that occurred during the day today has become the headlines of major American news media. Many TV news are constantly broadcasting the latest news about the explosion.

Andrew didn't care who released the bomb and how many people were killed by those two bombs.

The reason why he hated the terrorists who fired bombs was mainly because the terrorists had fired bombs, which led to the museum being closed early today, and even the originally fixed cleaning staff did not come.

In this way, his time to work tonight was much longer than before, and because of this artificial chaos, it is hard to say whether the museum will open normally tomorrow.

Because the bomb exploded, it was in the Kennedy Presidential Library in Copley Square, which was very close to this art gallery. Before the terrorists were caught, no one could guarantee whether they would continue to lay bombs in Copley Square tomorrow.

If the leaders of the museum feel that the public security situation is not good, they may choose to close the museum tomorrow, which means they have to work overtime recently.

Andrew didn't want to spend his old bones in for the fourteen and a half hour salary.

He slowly walked down the stairs of the West Building, and then slowly walked towards the security duty room behind him. Just as he was about to get to the corner, he suddenly heard a loud electric sound from the telephone on his shoulder, and then Damian's voice in the monitoring room: "Andrew, Andrew, please reply when you hear it."

"Received, what's the Damian?"

Andrew pressed the answer button.

"There are two police officers now at the gate of the museum. You go and open the door and ask, what's wrong with them."

"receive."

Andrew let go of the answer button, then cursed, then turned and walked towards the museum gate.

According to the normal workflow, once the museum is closed, unless an unexpected situation occurs, the gate will not be allowed to be opened until the next day.

But now isn't this an unexpected situation?

Andrew came to the front door, first lifted the electronic alarm, and then opened the door. Outside the door were two policemen, one man and one woman, both white, and the male policeman still had a very beautiful mustache.

"What can help you? Police officer!"

Seeing the blue uniform and the police car under the gate steps, Andrew felt warm and remembered his early career in the police force.

These two people in front of him are all new faces. He has never seen them before. He must have just joined the police force in recent years.

"That's right. I'm Officer Wien, this is Officer Evelyn. We received a tip and the guy who was suspected of a terrorist sneaked into your museum. Let's come and take a look. How are you here? Nothing is wrong!"

The police officer with a beautiful mustache looked at Andrew and asked. His blue eyes looked very bright in the dark. For some reason, Andrew always thought this guy looked very weird.

But soon he threw away the funny thoughts in his mind: "That's impossible, officer, the doors and windows here are connected to the alarm system. If someone breaks in, we will definitely know."

"Is that true? By the way, your name is..."

"My name is Andrew, and I am the security captain here tonight."

"Well, Captain Andrew, we came here after receiving the orders above. I think you'd better let us go in and take a look. You know, what happened during the day today, such things are not careless."

The policeman said to Andrew very politely, but although he was very polite, his meaning was very tough. Regardless of whether Andrew agreed or not, they would come in and take a look.

Andrew had been a policeman before and knew what kind of morality would the police have when they encountered a terrorist attack.

When there are cases like this, the police will always be under great pressure, including pressure from the municipal government, pressure from the masses, and pressure from the public.

The police chief would go crazy and photograph all his subordinates in order to try to catch the suspect in the shortest time so as to give the public an explanation.

If these two policemen just said these few words and didn't come in to check back, if they really waited for a while and something happened in the museum, they would be in trouble.

So Andrew didn't think much about it, opened the door and let the two policemen walk in, although he knew it was a violation of their company's security regulations.

"Okay, Andrew, where are your other companions? Call them out. This museum is so big. I need their help. Let's go through the museum together. With your help, I think we can complete the task soon."

The male officer said to Andrew, who nodded: "This is a good idea."

Then he pressed the telephone on his shoulder and told the situation here. The other security guards agreed completely, but before leaving, everyone needed to do some work assignments, so Andrew spoke to them and gathered in the security room.

After saying that, he led two police officers to the security room behind the museum.

When they arrived at the security room, several security guards were already waiting there, and even Damian, who was sitting in the monitoring room, came out.

"Okay, everyone is here, officer, how do you plan to start?"

Andrew glanced at the big guy, then turned to look at the two police officers. The female police officer suddenly looked up and asked, "Are everyone here? Why are there only five people? I have been to this museum before, and the patrol team I saw at that time belonged to nine people?"

"That was daytime, and there were only five of us at night."
Chapter completed!