Chapter 1811

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He wasn't planning on heading to the control room anyway. Curtis refocused, letting his hand drop from his forehead and casually shifting to dodge the overhead camera. He shot his coworkers a wry smile. "You guys go ahead. My stomach's acting up again; need to hit the restroom."

His coworkers, clearly used to this routine, waved him off. "Your stomach's been bothering you all day. You should grab some medicine later."

"Yeah, I know," Curtis nodded, clutching his stomach as he hurried down the corridor in the opposite direction.

The two just shook their heads as he disappeared. "Jules has been dealing with a lot lately. If it's not a stomachache, it's something else."

"Right? He used to be more reliable."

They turned to enter the control room and nearly bumped into a man on his way out. The guy was dressed casually, his shirt slightly unbuttoned to reveal a small tattoo on his neck, adding to his laid-back yet intense vibe, especially with those sharp, dark eyes. ?s s F?ndNovel.net

Seeing him, the two immediately stopped talking, stepping aside respectfully. "Mr. Hartlee."

Hartlee gave a slight nod, his gaze drifting toward the hallway where Curtis's silhouette was fading around the corner. Pulling his thoughts back, Hartlee returned to the control room.

The control room was the heart of the entire base, packed with surveillance systems and the controls for security mechanisms throughout the facility.

Hartlee ignored the two colleagues who had followed him and headed straight to the main control panel. He stood there for a moment, then pressed a button.

Everyone else was busy with surveillance screens or checking on security protocols, too absorbed to notice his actions. Right now, the priority was finding the intruder.

A couple of minutes later, someone in the control room spoke up, "The monitors in Sector A, southeast corner, are acting up."

With that, a few techs quickly pulled up all the feeds from Sector A, examining them closely for half a minute before spotting the issue.

"It's signal interference."

"Looks like someone's broken in. Notify the security team in Sector A right away."

Hartlee stood with his hands behind

his back, watching the screens, his fingers drumming rhythmically He turned to the technician speaking into a radio. "I'll go check it out."

The tech, having just informed security, was surprised by Hartlee's decision. "You want to go?"

"Yeah." Hartlee's lips curled into a sly smile. "I need to see who's got the nerve to break into the base."

With that, he left the control room.

The tech watched Hartlee walk away and couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the intruder. With Hartlee's notorious temperament, even an ant wouldn't escape unnoticed when he's on the case.

Once Curtis was in the restroom, he loosened his collar, sending a signal before peeling off a special skin-1 glove from his right hand to get a thin sensor chip hidden inside.

This chip was key for temporarily blocking signals, a must for slipping back into the control room unnoticed.

Curtis quickly tucked the chip into his collar and slipped the glove back on. After tidying up his appearance, he pushed the door open and stepped out.