The Most Random System

The house we’ve scouted has an old-fashioned security door, and the lock is one of those old bullhead locks with an anti-theft ring."

"When we get there later, someone will be on lookout. You two will go over with my escort. The main task is to pick the lock quickly, quietly, and steadily without leaving obvious signs of damage.

Uncle Yang and I will follow you, and the stool will maintain contact with us from the outside."

"Once you get in, we know where the stuff is. Only take the dry goods in the safe, don’t touch anything else.

The whole process should be done in ten minutes. Once we finish, we’ll get in the car immediately, and Uncle Yang will drive us away from the scene. Understood?"

"Understood! Understood!" Mouse and Old Wen nodded excitedly, their eyes lit up.

Now this is how big tasks are done! Clear plan, clear division of labor!

Mouse suddenly remembered something, rubbing his hands awkwardly:

"Bro, um... the equipment we have now is all for electric scooters, not really suitable for prying this kind of theft-proof lock, should we..."

"No need." Lin Li cut him off, speaking with the confidence of someone who had everything planned in advance:

"I told you, we’re professionals. You don’t need to worry about the tools.

Lock-picking tools, replacement fakes, even gloves and shoe covers, we’ve got everything ready. You’ll pick them up later."

"Alright, alright, you guys are truly meticulous in your work!"

Old Wen sincerely complimented, feeling that they were indeed in good hands this time.

He unconsciously looked around the car, his gaze sweeping over the relatively tidy trunk area.

Since it’s an SUV, the backseat might block part of the view of the trunk, but he could vaguely see something seemed to be placed inside.

As his eyes glanced past the corner of the trunk near the backseat base, something flashed a particular reflection in the dim light.

Instinctively, he leaned forward a bit, trying to see more clearly.

That color... that fabric... did it seem to have the shape of epaulets and a metallic reflection?

He hesitated for a second, then swallowed and pointed at that corner of the trunk, tentatively asking:

"Bro, that... at the back there... is that... a police uniform?"

Beside him, Old Wen held his breath instantly, looking at where Mouse was pointing, puzzled.

Yangliang raised an eyebrow.

But we still have Lin Li!

When Lin Li heard this question, not only did he not show any panic or make attempts to cover up, he didn’t even change his posture.

He casually glanced in the direction Mouse was pointing, then let out a natural nasal sound, almost with a chuckle:

"Ha."

He turned his head, looking at the tense Mouse and Old Wen, speaking as lightly as discussing the weather: "Yeah, so what?"

"Wha- why is there a police uniform?"

The tension between them eased a bit, infected by Lin Li’s calmness, leaving only curiosity.

Lin Li slightly leaned forward, casually resting his arms on the back of the front seats, explaining slowly:

"Police uniforms, well, they have many uses. In our line of work, you sometimes need to have special props for protection,

"In case, I’m saying just in case, luck is particularly bad and we really get caught, if the stool and I slip up and need to be subdued, Uncle Yang can put this uniform on—"

"Snap!"

Lin Li suddenly snapped his fingers,

"And in a flash, he becomes the officer responding to a public report, rushing to the scene to handle the situation and arrest the perpetrators, you understand?"

"He can directly cuff both the stool and me, and rightfully take us away from the scene in this privately owned car we hurried in."

"This way, it not only avoids getting caught by real cops, but also calms any possible eyewitnesses, thinking it’s just regular officers catching thieves, nothing more."

Mouse, Old Wen: "(;゜○゜)?"

Nice!

Fantastic!!

"Oh, I see..."

Yangliang: "..."

Yangliang’s mouth twitched.

But soon, it wasn’t just a twitch anymore—

"Lin— Bufan! Why are you touching my butt?" Yangliang looked in the rearview mirror at Lin Li, who was basking in the respect-filled gazes of Mouse and Old Wen, yet leaning forward to touch his rear.

Lin Li OvO: "Uncle, where’s that fake police ID? I’m going to show these two, let them get a glimpse."

Yangliang: "..."