Two hours earlier.
Ecuador, Francisco City, outside the gates of KKM Helicopter Rental Company.
Dominic tossed away his last cigarette, stamped out the ember with his foot, fiercely wiped his face with his hands twice, tidied his hair to look more presentable, and then strode across the street towards the company's gate.
"Dominic! What are you doing here!?"
The security guard at the entrance was sowhat surprised to see Dominic.
"Weren't you already dismissed?"
Dominic glanced disdainfully at the other man, took out his access card, and swiped it on the device.
Beep—
The light turned green, the lock clicked, and the door opened.
The security guard's eyes widened.
"Jack asked to stay another week to hand over so docunts. My procedures aren't finished yet, I'm still a pilot for KKM!"
Seeing Dominic, who seed sowhat agitated, the guard shrugged and handed over the registration book from the desk: "But you still have to sign in, after all, I heard you had left the job."
Dominic snorted coldly, picked up a pen, and signed his na on the registration book quickly.
"Nokes, you wouldn't have dared to talk to like this before I left. I'm barely gone, and you're already acting like a dog?!"
He couldn't help but mock the security guard.
Dominic was known in KKM Company for his superb flying skills but terrible temper, so the guard was used to his mannerisms and simply laughed when scolded.
"It's the rule, you know that!"
"I know!" Dominic didn't want to linger here because he had more important things to take care of.
He glanced at his watch.
It was almost five o'clock, just ten minutes short.
According to the original plan, he had to fly the helicopter to an open area in the jungle near the border close to Latagua, Colombia, before six-thirty.
That was the landing spot designated by Song Heping and the escape point for the small squad to board the helicopter after rescuing the hostages at Camp K1.
Dominic's mission was simple, yet very arduous.
It was one hundred and eighty kiloters from Francisco City to Latagua. Based on the MI-171 helicopter's top speed of 250 kiloters per hour, it would take forty minutes to get there.
Song Heping and his team planned to start their attack at five o'clock, with an agreed-upon arrival ti at the escape point of seven o'clock.
This ant that he had to take off from the company by five-thirty at the latest and fly low towards Latagua, cross the border, enter Colombian airspace, find the landing spot near the border and wait for the small squad to board the helicopter.
The entire operation was interconnected.
If one link went wrong, the whole chain would break.
As a forr French Special Forces pilot, he was very aware of this.
Although he doubted whether Song Heping had the capability to be this precise, he still had to fulfill the task he had promised, especially since he was planning to join this PMC company and beco one of its mbers in the future.
Getting the helicopter wasn't difficult.
He hadn't returned the keys and access card to the hangar yet.
He was supposed to give them back within a week and was lucky that the company wanted him to hand over the flight docunts from the past year, otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to get in.
The biggest issue was how to get the helicopter off the ground.
There were maintenance staff in the hangar, and they needed to help pull the helicopter out of the hangar for takeoff.
To do this, he needed a flight notification from the company, essentially an order.
Every day, each helicopter in the company had a flight schedule, which the people in charge of the hangar would follow.
To execute his plan, he needed to enter the manager's office, log into the computer, and change today's flight schedule.
Dominic swiped his card and entered the office building.
Because it was too early, there were very few people in the office building, except for so who were responsible for the night shift; the entire five floors were empty.
Dominic easily reached the third floor.
The manager's office of the flight departnt was at the end of the corridor on the third floor.
To get inside, that was the most troubleso part.
Dominic first entered his forr office as a pilot and waited there for a while, ensuring that there was no one in the manager's office before cautiously approaching the door.
He took out a specially made "hook" from his pocket, freshly crafted for this task. The lock on the manager's office door wasn't complex; it was a ball-shaped lock commonly seen in offices.
Dominic, although a pilot, had served for years in the Special Forces of the French military, providing flight support for Special Soldiers.
Special Soldiers always have so strange and unique skills at their disposal.
One of them included lock picking.
This craft was sothing Dominic learned from a black sergeant.
Before enlisting, the sergeant lived in a poor district where petty theft was common, and nearly every child got involved in such dishonorable acts during their adolescence.
He was no exception, having developed a knack for lock picking.
However, by the age of twenty, he had joined the French military and eventually was selected for the Special Forces, where he kept this skill as a small hobby.
Dominic inserted the "hook" into the keyhole and began to slowly manipulate it, searching for the critical pin.
The structure of the spherical door lock was not complex.
Quickly, with a "click," Dominic's eyes lit up, and he twisted the handle.
The door opened.
He quickly slipped inside, then locked the door behind him and sat down in front of the computer.
Boot up, enter the system...
While the computer screen was still booting up, Dominic wasn't idle; he searched around on the desk.
Finally, he picked up a coffee cup from the shelf.
It was a smooth-surface coffee cup.
Dominic took out a small bag from his pocket, opened the zipper, took out a piece of tape, and then a small bottle, which he shook vigorously and sprayed onto the glaze of the coffee cup.
This was a special spray commonly known as fingerprint spray.
It's a special aerosol that usually contains chemicals that adhere to fingerprints; when sprayed on a glass surface, it interacts with the fingerprints, making them visibly clear.
Soon, more than a dozen fingerprints appeared on the coffee cup.
Carefully circling around the cup, Dominic finally chose a fingerprint from an index finger, gently pressed the tape on it, smoothed it out, and ironed it.
Then he gently peeled it off.
A very clear index fingerprint was now on the film.
He returned to the computer, excited.
By this ti, the computer had reached the login interface.
He knew well that the manager's computer used fingerprint recognition, connected to a small fingerprint scanner via a USB port, which was now lying on the desk.
Dominic closed his eyes slightly, muttering "God bless" several tis, then pressed the fingerprint on the tape gently onto the scanner's recognition plate...
All types of fingerprint locks work by comparing the scanned fingerprint with the data already stored and unlocking when the match reaches a certain threshold of similarity.
Comrcial fingerprint locks are generally divided into three types based on their scanning principle—
One is optical recognition, which senses the fingerprint's precise shape based on the light reflected back to the lock.
This type of fingerprint lock has the lowest security factor among all fingerprint locks.
Simply by reproducing the owner's fingerprint shape from a collected print, the lock can be successfully unlocked.
The second type is ultrasonic recognition, which senses the texture of the skin's surface through the reflection of ultrasound waves.
Compared to the first type, this kind of lock is more expensive but just as durable. However, the security factor is only slightly higher than that of the optical lock and can still be easily unlocked with a fingerprint mold made from an acquired print.
But the last type, capacitive recognition locks, is not so easily deceived.
Because these locks unlock using capacitive principles, they significantly increase the accuracy of fingerprint recognition and rely not only on the contrasting ridges and valleys of the contact surface but also receive the bioelectric current of the contact surface, discerning whether or not it is a living body.
This is like adding two layers of passwords to the fingerprint lock, leaving fabricated fingerprint molds ineffective. Because even the most realistic fingerprint mold can only simulate the contours of the human surface, it cannot mimic the series of reactions generated by cell activity. So, even with all the owner's fingerprint data, it's difficult to unlock it with a replicated fingerprint.
Dominic figured that a run-down place like Ecuador wouldn't have advanced technology like capacitive fingerprint locks at the KKM company.
If it really was a capacitive lock, then he would just be out of luck!
"It shouldn't be... it shouldn't be..."
He stared at the fingerprint lock, muttering to himself, "This doesn't look like a capacitive lock..."
Wait for the light, wait for the light—
With the classic Windows startup music, the login interface changed to the operating interface.
Dominic smiled, clenched his fist, and swung it in the air.
"OK!"
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