Chapter 6: The Security Guard NPC's Detection Range
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Xu Hui pointed out the window at Lu Xingzhou, who was riding his small electric scooter delivering food, heading toward Jinjiang Residential Complex.
Lu Jiangying glanced outside, his expression darkening.
‘Didn’t I tell this guy to stay home? Why is he out again?’
Still, he spoke calmly, “He’s working part-time at a gym. When he has no appointments, he goes out to deliver food.”
Xu Hui asked with concern, “Should we tell him? We’re conducting a capture operation; it’s dangerous for him to go to Jinjiang Complex.”
Before the mission began, Lu Jiangying had warned Lu Xingzhou not to leave the house, fearing any unexpected trouble.
This capture operation was secret. Only the criminal police and special forces responsible knew; everyone else was kept in the dark.
Once the mission started, confidentiality protocols kicked in. Going out to warn him now would be a breach of discipline and could jeopardize the mission.
Lu Jiangying glanced at the two special forces officers disguised as security guards inside the security booth. “No need. He won’t get in; the gate guards will stop him.”
Zhou Shuwu turned to a middle-aged woman and asked, “Do you have any controlled firearms at your base?”
The woman quickly shook her head, “No, no, we wouldn’t dare have any.”
Human traffickers understood well that ordinary crimes domestically led to capture, trial, and imprisonment in one continuous process.
If they carried guns, the excuse would be ‘I didn’t see clearly, I thought he was making a threatening move,’ or ‘Take it up with my Type 92 infantry rifle,’ or ‘Another day of resolutely cracking down on illegal acts.’
Zhou Shuwu pondered briefly. “Jiangying, once he’s out of the car, stop Lu Xingzhou and have him help us.”
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Lu Xingzhou rode his scooter to the entrance of Jinjiang Residential Complex, surprised to find the facial recognition lock—unused for ages—actually open.
He had to shout into the security room, “Old Zhao, open the door! Old Zhao!”
Having delivered food through countless neighborhoods, Lu Xingzhou was familiar to most gate guards.
Old Zhao, the guard watching knife-sharpening videos, emerged from the security room. Behind him were two strong young men, also dressed as guards but unfamiliar to Lu Xingzhou.
Lu Xingzhou pulled out a cigarette and offered it. “Old Zhao, please open up.”
Old Zhao, in his fifties with half-white hair, took the cigarette and made a hand gesture to Lu Xingzhou.
“The management called just now—no deliveries allowed inside today. Brother, don’t put me in a tough spot.”
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Lu Xingzhou understood Old Zhao’s silent message immediately.
Years of cat-and-mouse battles between delivery drivers and gate guards had forged an unspoken understanding.
“No entry” wasn’t absolute; it meant no entry through the front gate. If you avoided the front door, it wasn’t the guard’s fault.
After all, the security guard NPC’s detection radius centered on the front gate, within ten meters.
Old Zhao’s gesture said, “You can’t enter through the front gate today. If you want to deliver, climb the wall!”
“All right, got it.”
Lu Xingzhou pushed his scooter away from the Jinjiang Complex gate.
<Working just to slack off (LV23): Streamer, you’re leaving so easily? That timid? No more watching!>
<Early riser who can’t wake up (LV16): I thought the streamer would battle with the guard? Just giving up like that?>
<Lazy Crown (LV15): Streamer, you’re just getting carried away by the top donor today, huh? Not even trying to break into the complex? Aren’t you afraid of losing money for late delivery?>
Lu Xingzhou smiled kindly.
“We’re all just workers. Why make things hard for the guards? They’re not having it easy either. I could easily rush past them, but then the ones who get fined are the guards with a 3,000-yuan monthly salary. The management upstairs won’t lose anything.”
<Story with no ending (LV25): The streamer really understands—let the lower class battle it out, while the upper class enjoys the show.>
<Ignored (LV23): So you’re not delivering this order? How much will they deduct?>
Lu Xingzhou parked his scooter far from the Jinjiang Complex front gate, directly opposite three black MPVs on the sidewalk.
“I didn’t say I’m not delivering today! Rules are rules, but there are always countermeasures. As long as I don’t enter through the front gate, I’m outside the guards’ detection range. We’ll go in and out quickly—try not to trouble the gate guards too much.”
He took the insulated delivery box off his scooter, slung it over his back, and glanced at the more than three-meter-high residential wall.
“Let’s go deliver some food!”
Inside the police car, Lu Jiangying and Xu Hui saw Lu Xingzhou blocked by the guard and sighed with relief.
Then they watched as Lu Xingzhou, after a running start, leapt powerfully against the wall, grabbed it with one hand, swung himself upward, and easily vaulted over the more than three-meter wall.
The residential wall was like flat ground to him.
Xu Hui stared in amazement. “He’s in already? That was so smooth! What sport did your brother do in the provincial team? High jump?”
Lu Jiangying exhaled four words: “Free fighting.”
Zhou Shuwu had no time to admire Lu Xingzhou’s moves. “Jiangying, after Lu Xingzhou finishes this delivery, stop him and have him help knock on the door of apartment 403 in Building 8. We’ll handle the rest.”
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“Got it!”
Lu Jiangying opened the car door and got out.
Live stream.
Because Lu Xingzhou had mounted the camera on his helmet, viewers watched his wall-scaling in first-person perspective.
<Early riser who can’t wake up (LV16): Are delivery drivers really this dedicated now? That tall wall, and he’s over in a blink?>
<Rising Star (LV33): Streamer, your wall-climbing skills could make you president next door at the National University of Stealing Countries.>
<Lazy Crown (LV15): Streamer, can you deliver for me? The guards here won’t let delivery in; they just dump it outside the gate and expect us to pick it up ourselves! Who orders delivery to go out?>
<Alicia’s Dog (LV17): I said a few days ago, my neighbor’s delivery got in, but mine got stopped by the guards. Now I get it—you don’t even know how your deliveries get in.>
The chat was full of complaints about local delivery.
Lu Xingzhou grinned. Normally, like other delivery drivers, he would just drop the food at the gate and leave.
But today, his injury had just healed, and his muscle control had reached a world-class level.
At this moment, Lu Xingzhou was like Sun Wukong freshly wielding the golden staff—he just wanted to show off.
Landing, he didn’t stop. He knew Jinjiang Complex like the back of his hand; he could find the apartment numbers with his eyes closed.
With a single bound, he sprinted toward Building 8.
The special forces secretly monitoring him quickly spotted his movement and reported to on-site commander Zhou Shuwu.
“Captain Zhou, a delivery driver spotted near Building 8. What’s our move?”
Needless to say, at this hour, the only person delivering inside Jinjiang Complex had to be Lu Xingzhou.
“Hold position. Jiangying, how far are you from Building 8?”
“Half a minute!”
“Good. Follow the delivery driver upstairs. When he finishes delivering and is about to leave, stop him and have him help knock on apartment 403’s door. Our intelligence says the suspect is unarmed, but stay cautious in case the information is inaccurate.”
“Understood!”