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Having successfully deceived the Patrol Team and hidden the copied documents at the last moment, Lin Feng was acutely aware that he remained in a den of danger, with threats lurking around every corner. He dared not waste a single second; he had to complete the remaining tasks and escape with the crucial intelligence. In the archive room, the air felt as if it had solidified, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall breaking the silence, each tick echoing in Lin Feng's heart, urging him to move faster.
Lin Feng cautiously approached the safe once more, pulling out a set of specially crafted tools from his inner pocket. These tools had been painstakingly developed by members of the Underground Party Journal specifically for high-difficulty lock-picking tasks. Each piece was exquisitely made, embodying the wisdom and hopes of those who sought victory. With focused eyes and steady hands, Lin Feng inserted the tools into the lock of the safe, gently turning and prying them based on his accumulated experience and precise understanding of mechanical structures. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the cold surface of the safe, creating tiny splashes. Time was running out; every second that passed meant more danger. He could not afford to panic; his fingers moved deftly over the tools like a skilled pianist playing a life-or-death melody.
With a soft click, the lock finally yielded, and the safe door slowly creaked open. A musty smell of old paper mixed with ink rushed out to greet him. Lin Feng paid no heed to nostalgia; his gaze sharpened as he quickly searched through the mountain of documents for his target. The core military document was wrapped in layers of encrypted files, hidden at the very bottom as if it were testing his patience and determination. Carefully, Lin Feng pushed aside the upper layers of documents, and when his fingers finally brushed against the target file, a surge of excitement welled up inside him. He immediately suppressed his emotions, gently extracting the document and laying it on a nearby table.
Next, he retrieved a miniature camera that he had prepared earlier. Though small and delicate, this camera was powerful and specifically equipped for this mission by the organization. Lin Feng skillfully turned on the camera, adjusting the focus and sensitivity to ensure that every page would be captured clearly. Holding his breath, he pressed the shutter button; the camera emitted a soft click that resonated sharply in the silent archive room. With each page he photographed, Lin Feng quickly checked the results to ensure clarity before flipping to the next page.
Just as Lin Feng was capturing the latter half of the document and nearing success, something seemed amiss in the monitoring room. The Duty Officer noticed subtle changes in light and shadow on the stable surveillance screen that piqued his suspicion. Perhaps it was a draft caused by Lin Feng opening the safe that made a potted plant in the corner sway slightly, casting an almost imperceptible shadow on the monitor; or maybe it was Lin Feng's slightly hurried breathing that traveled through the ventilation system to reach the monitoring room, raising doubts in the Duty Officer's mind. In any case, with furrowed brows and a wary expression, he stood up to head toward the archive room.
The corridor between the monitoring room and archive room was only a short distance away; footsteps approached swiftly. Panic surged within Lin Feng as he realized that if discovered, not only would his life be at stake but also their meticulously planned operation would be ruined—countless efforts would go to waste. Years of underground work had honed his ability to remain extremely calm under pressure; he quickly stowed away his miniature camera, tightly clutching both unfinished documents and developed film in his pocket while scanning for a hiding spot.
His gaze landed on a tall row of filing cabinets in the corner. Without hesitation, Lin Feng rushed over and yanked open one of them. It was crammed full of old files that emitted a pungent musty odor. Ignoring this discomfort, he squeezed himself inside as closely as possible against the cabinet wall before gently closing its door, leaving only a narrow gap for observing any movements outside.
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