"No, no. The security work in this place is in time. This is the main reason why you can enter here." He looked at Gerald and said, "You Gerald, after you enter here, you mainly inspect the foyer and the inspection work in the basement." After saying that, he looked at the short and strong Anthony and continued, "You, Anthony. In addition to the foyer, there are also inspections within the building walls. You should find specific work content and schedules on that list." After saying that, he looked at Pitt and the three of them and said, "You three Wells, you are in the monitoring room. Thomas and Pitt are on the second and third floors respectively, responsible for the security work there."

"Aren't we together?" asked the short and strong Anthony.

"Of course not." Eric said: "But these jobs will be rotated. They will be rotated every one to two weeks."

"Is that all?" Thomas asked. "I mean we are going to work as security guards? Just follow the list and do the job?"

"That's right now." Eric said, taking out another stack of things from his black bag, and after looking at it, he distributed them separately. "This is the colleague you will meet after entering there, with their names and the work they are responsible for. You can take a look first."

Peter took his own account, and this time it was obvious that everyone was different, because his name was written on his own information.

When I opened this information, I saw a list of five people on the list, which means that if I joined, there would be six people. And these people were all responsible for the third floor. After looking at the names of the five people, Pete turned the page over and saw that on the next page there was a photo of one person. Under the photo, the person's job position, responsibilities and work and rest time were convenient.

Pete looked at the man and found the man on the same shift as him. This was a black man named Larry Anderson. He was twenty-seven years old, married, and had been a soldier. He had just been to Helmet for a year and looked at the date earlier than him. The man's daily job was to patrol the third floor every two hours, including the appearance of personnel and all equipment.

Pete took a brief look and continued to look back. The other four were all white, all in their thirties, and had served as soldiers, and had been in Helmet longer than himself.

After Pitt quickly wrote down the appearance and names of these people, he looked at the organizational structure of the security personnel attached to the back.

The top of the person in charge is a security department agency. There are three people in it, one supervisor and two assistants. Then there is a group on each floor, and he is in three groups, five groups responsible for access control at the door, and four groups and six groups. The specific affairs are not indicated on it. The person in charge of this group is one of the three white people just seen, named Tony Albert.

After reading these, Pete threw the thing aside and said, "I've finished reading it. My job is quite simple."

"Is this asking us to monitor these new colleagues?" Wells Lee asked as he looked.

Pete looked at him and said, "It shouldn't be. Are you on the second floor?"

"Yes, here on the second floor. Thomas and I are together, but I don't work during the same period. I have a partner named Steve." After reading it, Wells Lee threw the thing in his hand on the table and said, "After we have been doing it for a long time, we still don't know what to do. We are monitoring our own people?"

Just as Pete and the others were chatting without saying a word while looking at the information, Eric and Tucker were talking in an office at the end of the aisle.

"How are those people preparing?" Tucker asked.

"These are all very simple and not difficult for them." Eric said: "Now we are actually wasting time more. When will other information be available?"

Tucker sighed and said, "Other information, I was about to tell you about this. Lille said that the information about the staff there must be let us go to Los Angeles, where he can give us information about the people who work there." He looked at Eric and said, "You have to let the people from the FBI do their best to help us check those people."

"Yes." Eric said: "But aren't you afraid of revealing anything to them?"

"We have to let them do something," Tucker said. "It makes them share our risks, but also make them feel that we are really working together, not just verbally."

Eric smiled and said, "You are pulling them into the water to deal with Bezos together."

"I'm not dealing with Bezos, but looking for potential spies." Tucker said.

Eric waved his hands and said, "Okay. Whatever you say. Bezos definitely won't think so anyway." After that, he looked at Tucker and said, "When it comes to Los Angeles, how is that person from China?"

"Nothing happens." Tucker said: "Just like a normal person. Every day, they go out on time and come back on time. They do things that are normal, and they are all going through various procedures."

"That means he hasn't been connected with anyone yet?" Eric asked.

"It should be like this. But don't worry, the more patient this person is, the more they have, the more they have a big plan." Tucker thought for a while and said, "Anyway, just keep a close eye on it."

"Didn't you say you're going out? When will you set out?" Eric asked.

"Wait first." Tucker said: "I will leave after everything here is arranged."

Eric nodded without saying a word, Tucker said, "Where are the people from other teams? Especially those who inspected the equipment?"

"We are preparing. We know too little about the situation inside. Some things cannot be prepared." Eric said with embarrassment.

"Think about a way. Otherwise we won't know what they are doing, and what are these people there are suspicious." Just as Tucker spoke, the phone he carried with him rang.

Tucker looked at the number and said, "It's Lille." Then he answered the phone. Lille on the other side of the phone didn't seem to want to say anything to Tucker, so Eric just vaguely heard Lille say a few words and hung up the phone.

After putting down the phone, Tucker curled his lips and said, "The information about the people here is available. Let's set off to Los Angeles."

"Then let's go?" Eric stood up immediately when he heard this.

"Of course. Make a ticket and we'll set out and take everyone with you." Tucker looked at his office and said, "Maybe I won't use this place again for a long time."
Chapter completed!