Although Zhao Shanhe's villa has not yet installed security equipment for black technology, this is because there is the strongest black technology in his own head.

Nowadays, the identification of personnel in villas still requires manual labor, but as long as someone brings high-end electronic equipment into the villa to work, they will be noticed.

Without these instruments, the electronic door cannot be opened even when you come in. However, as long as you carry the instrument, you will be noticed, so Zhao Shanhe is very relieved.

Wang Jianjun came out of the crowd and waved to his younger brother. Since the boss asked him to lead two people, he called Chen Dali, who was the closest to him.

There are three lounges between the printing room and the dance hall. Today, the utilization rate of these three lounges is very high.

Many young men and women who have sparked fire on the swimming pool have regarded these three lounges as venues for secret fun.

However, due to the single use, the doors of these three lounges cannot be locked.

Only the bathroom door inside can be locked.

Wang Jianjun and the other two arrived at the lounge close to the printing room as soon as possible, because when receiving security training, Zhao Shanhe specifically explained that the lounge close to the printing room was the easiest place to crack codes.

Wang Jianjun didn't know how Zhao Shanhe knew there were spies, but he knew very well that Zhao Shanhe must have his own secret channel.

In addition to their family, there are also bodyguards in the villa. They will also hire servants in the future. How could there be no secret?

The three of them pushed open the door of the lounge. There was a group of young people gambling poker next to the mahjong table in the room. There was also a couple of men and women in the lounge area next to them. Their kiss was so lingering that they didn't even affect them when they came in.

Wang Jianjun and the others had a stern face, but they still nodded slightly to the rich second generation politely. A group of rich second generations looked at their formation in surprise.

Chen Dali, who was in front, gently twisted the handle of the bathroom door, but did not open it. He took a step back and made a gesture.

Wang Jianjun and Wang Jianguo leaned against the door, one left and one right, and Wang Jianjun gently slid out a triangular army stave from his sleeve.

This scene immediately calmed down the rich second generation.

But then, Chen Dali kicked it out and kicked his right foot at the handle of the bathroom door, and he himself fell down straight.

With a rumbling sound, the door was kicked open by him, and the frosted glass on the door shattered all over the floor.

When his body fell to the ground, he supported his hands and rolled to the right.

Wang Jianjun and Wang Jianguo broke in along the broken door one after another.

In the bathroom, a young man with yellow hair was sitting on the toilet. He was comfortably lit a suitcase-style electronic instrument in his hand. Seeing this scene, he opened his mouth wide.

Before he could exclaim, Wang Jianjun had already stepped in front of him, and the cold triangular military sting was stuffed into his mouth. "Don't move, don't talk, otherwise you will pierce your head. Now follow me slowly and don't let your mouth leave the military sting."

The other party raised his hands and did not dare to move.

Wang Jianguo stepped forward, looked at the panel, and was very careful not to touch any buttons, and raised the box with both hands.

When he came out with the box in his arms, Chen Dali went in again and started to touch him.

There was no proof document in his pocket, only a stack of banknotes, an invitation letter, and a key.

During this process, Wang Jianjun's triangular military spear was stuck in his mouth, staring at him with a sinister look, making him dare not move.

"Get up slowly and take off your clothes." Chen Dali stared at him while dialing the phone. "Catch someone and start cleaning up."

In front of the stage, Zhao Shanhe said to the phone: "Cleaning up, clear the lounge."

"yes."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Shanhe immediately communicated with Lucy. "Based on the villa as the center point, it interfered with communication signals within a range of 100 meters, and tracked every call made."

In the computer room, when the instructions are issued, the jammer installed on the roof isolates the wireless signals inside and outside the villa. No other phone can be connected except for the landline phone.

In the lounge, there were a group of rich second-generations crowded at the bathroom door. When Chen Dali ordered the other party to take off his clothes, they all started to make a fuss.

When they see the electronic decoder as the size of a file box, they know what is going on.

He brought an electronic decoder to visit, and there was no one else except spy.

News about Zhao Shanhe’s patent has been heard recently. Technical patents like this are the most popular among commercial spies.

Unfortunately, Zhao Shanhe's company is just an empty shelf, and all the information is stored in the villa's supercomputer, and this computer is not connected to the external network.

If you want to obtain technical information, you can only take the risk to come to the villa.

The plot played on TV appears around you, and everyone is very excited.

In the courtyard, Zhao Shanhe hung up the phone and signaled to turn off the music before he could finish it.

He smiled with the sweaty band lead singer and wanted to pass the microphone in front of him. "Feng Gang, Ahua, block the villa."

Before the noise in the audience started, Zhao Shanhe smiled and said, "Don't panic, just a few mice were scrambled into it and they would be found out soon, and it would not affect everyone's fun. Remember not to call anyone, otherwise you will be treated as an invader."

Standing on the stage, Zhao Shanhe looked to the left, and a figure wanted to use the cover of others to enter the house from the main entrance of the dance hall.

What attracted Zhao Shanhe was not his actions, but the phone that was dialing in his hand.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get through this phone call.

Zhao Shanhe moved, and he jumped off the stage with one step, then took two or three meters in one step, and after a few steps, he caught up with an artist dressed up with a long haired middle-aged man with a thorny beard.

The other party did not dare to move anymore and smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao, good afternoon, I came to see you with Master Hongtai and Yu."

Zhao Shanhe smiled and said, "I want to come and see you, of course I welcome you, but if you want to take advantage of the situation, it is not a way to be a guest. Hand over your phone."

"Mr. Zhao, I know you..."

Zhao Shanhe would not talk nonsense to him. He punched him and he hurriedly stepped back. His skills were slightly better than ordinary people, but he was not enough to see in front of Zhao Shanhe.

He hurriedly retreated, lost his center of gravity, and before he could adjust his body, he was kicked in the stomach by Zhao Shanhe. He immediately bowed into a ball, and with a whistle, he vomited red and green all over the floor, and his whole body twitched.

Zhao Shanhe picked up his cell phone that had fallen to the ground with some disgust and looked at the backyard again.

In an invisible direction, a phone call was not connected, and the man took his cell phone and was about to climb over the wall and escape.

If he hadn't put his phone on his body, Zhao Shanhe would have lost his trace, but now, with him with his phone, Zhao Shanhe is not afraid of him running away.

Seeing Chen Haonan and the others coming, Zhao Shanhe pointed to the literary man who fell to the ground. "Please guard him, don't let him run away. Spread away and guard the outside world."

Bypassing the podium and coming to the backyard, Ma Tao was helpless with a coma woman watching.

Seeing Zhao Shanhe, he immediately said loudly: "Boss, when I heard your voice, this woman wanted to run away, but I didn't expect that I would knock her out with one punch."

After receiving the cell phone signal from her, Zhao Shanhe nodded. "Take her to the canteen of the vice-chamber."

Turning around and walking back, Zhao Shanhe entered the villa directly from the back door of the villa, then sensed it, and looked at a group of people watching the fun at the entrance of the lounge.

The call made by the literary man was an external phone, so he didn't have to worry about it for the time being, but when the unconscious woman was about to run away, the call made was within the villa.

After feeling that something was wrong, he quietly touched the second floor, but Ah Zhui was guarding the second floor, and he turned back and sneaked into the crowd.

As soon as Zhao Shanhe came in, he was welcomed by everyone, and many people took the initiative to say hello.

Zhao Shanhe responded and walked towards a young man about twenty-six or seven years old.

"Young Master Qi, there should be no conflict between us? It seems that the retail business you do is not connected with me? Why are you the mouse today?"

Young Master Qi forced a smile and said, "Dr. Zhao, why did you say this? We have no grievances or grudges..."

Zhao Shanhe had already walked to him, pinched his throat, lifted his body of more than 100 pounds, and he no longer had the ability to speak.

He slapped Zhao Shanhe's arm with both hands, and when Zhao Shanhe held it up and looked at the wall, he immediately collapsed.

Zhao Shanhe reached out to take his bag, took out his cell phone from the bag, and said to Da Tianer: "Detain him alone to the deputy building. Let Feng Gang and the others interrogate them separately."

Chen Dali in the room did not expel everyone after calling, but instead asked them to move out of their position with a friendly attitude and took a pair of swimming trunks.

In the bathroom, the yellow-haired man stood against the wall, and the Sanling Army did not move, and he did not dare to move because his mouth had been opened for too long and his saliva could no longer help but flow down.

After taking off all his clothes and rinsing them with water, Chen Dali used an electronic detector to measure his body around him and asked him to put on swimming trunks.

Then, Wang Jianjun, who had been silent, leaned closer to his mouth, pulled his teeth away, and checked it. "Little character, no suicide fangs."

After Wang Jianjun pulled out the military sect, his yellow-haired mouth could be closed, but his body couldn't help but tremble.

In front of everyone, he was like a frightened quail, with nowhere to put his hands and feet, and he was uncomfortable all over.

A hot girl couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm so thin that I'm covered in pork ribs, so ugly."

This made him feel even more ashamed. If Sanling Army hadn't been attacked by his back, he wouldn't have wanted to go out.

Chen Dali tore his clothes open and began to check inch by inch, without any other discoveries.

Seeing that the people in the lounge were unwilling to leave, Chen Dali smiled and said, "There are mice in the villa today. We need to interrogate them. Please give us some space. We will return this place to everyone in a while."

No one cares about him, but no one dares to disobey Zhao Shanhe. All the people who came today were asked by their families to make friends with Zhao Shanhe.

And now, Chen Dali represents Zhao Shanhe's meaning.

The room was quickly opened, but no one was willing to leave, and more people who heard the news even surrounded him, hoping to get first-hand information at the door.

It was at this time that Zhao Shanhe appeared. Before everyone could react, he had a thunderous blow and lost his resistance to the guest Young Master Qi.

The four big rats may not be all, but they are now enough to deter.

Zhao Shanhe didn't want to expand his influence anymore, and walked to the stage at the door with a smile.

No one feels afraid or taboo, but he is full of excitement.

Zhao Shanhe smiled and said playfully: "The mouse has been caught and it will not affect everyone's playfulness. Now everyone will continue to have fun, the band, get impatient!"

Xiao stuttered a hot towel for Zhao Shanhe and asked him to wipe his sweat. The hot towel spread on his face, making people's pores open suddenly, but when the towel is taken away, you can feel a coolness.

"Husband, who are these people?"
To be continued...