"Listen, thank you!"
Johnny's heartbeat hadn't even calmed down; that last moment was too stimulating.
Suddenly dropping nearly 30cm, who could handle that?
Two more centimeters down, and the alarm would have been triggered.
When Johnny returned to the previous horizontal line, he wiped a cold sweat from his brow. Good heavens, he hadn't been taken out by the security guards, but almost by his own teammate. Wouldn't that be a laughingstock if word got out?
After calming himself, Johnny continued his operation. Soon, the bulletproof glass cover was slowly lifted by him, but he didn't dare let it drop directly.
Instead, he propped it up at an angle with one hand, holding it in place with the other.
At this point, Johnny finally looked at the fist-sized star of africa.
As Johnny reached out to take it, he suddenly paused.
He suddenly thought of a question: since the other party used four methods—temperature, infrared, bulletproof, and anti-cutting—to protect this diamond, would they also use weight sensing?
Cameron had mentioned earlier that there should be weight sensing.
Although he had already cut all the lines, and the temperature, bulletproof, and anti-cutting measures had been bypassed.
What about the weight?
Was this monitoring system independent or integrated?
To be safe, Johnny continued to feel around on the cushion.
The cushion was very soft, made of cashmere, but Johnny quickly noticed something unusual.
He lifted a corner of the cushion, then leaned in to look, and what he saw startled him: there was another weight sensor under the cushion, and its indicator light was constantly on!
This meant that in addition to that set of wiring, there were other lines, or an independent power source, keeping the weight detection online.
"Damn, I knew it wouldn't be that simple!"
Johnny couldn't help but curse. He couldn't believe the person who designed this safe was a genius. It was as if he had anticipated someone cutting the power lines and had designed a separate, independent weight sensing device.
If Johnny had just grabbed the star of africa, the alarm would have been triggered one hundred percent.
"What's going on? Hurry up and grab the star of africa and retreat."
Gisele didn't know about this new development. She urged him, and Johnny could only calmly reply, "The weight sensor has not been disarmed; it's still active. If I take the star of africa, the alarm will blare throughout the entire Emerald Hotel."
This reply stunned Gisele, and at the same time, Cameron and Thompson also became alert again.
And cutting the wires was no longer an option, because the circuit board was completely hidden under the tray. Johnny could only see it because there was a small gap that allowed him to glimpse it.
At this point, everyone was stumped.
The most important question was, how much did this star of africa weigh?
Thompson immediately began searching for data, and Gisele used the scanned 3D image to calculate.
In less than a minute, Thompson spoke into the intercom, "About 704g."
Hearing Thompson's words, Johnny understood.
And at this moment, there were only 5 minutes left until the security guards came for their patrol.
Johnny weighed the dagger in his hand; this weight was clearly not enough.
"Are you sure it's 704g?" Johnny asked again. After all, there could be no mistakes; whether it was too light or too heavy, it could trigger the alarm.
Johnny's re-confirmation made Thompson falter. He could only scratch his scalp, "It's probably 704, because the scan didn't fully capture it, so I can only convert based on the existing data."
Johnny understood. Then he looked at the star of africa again. He unhesitatingly took out his glock 34, then ejected the magazine.
He then pulled out the gun cleaning cloth he carried with him and meticulously wiped the Pistol down.
He then weighed it in his hand to estimate, because the glock 34 Pistol weighs around 725g.
If Thompson's calculation wasn't wrong, then this weight would definitely be enough, but Thompson hadn't performed a complete scan of the star of africa, so there was definitely an error in the weight, and it was absolutely lighter.
Johnny decided to take a gamble.
"Wait a moment, you'll have to pull me up quickly if the alarm goes off." Johnny said to Gisele, then tucked the magazine into his tactical vest.
Immediately after, he opened the glass cover again.
Since he had to perform the replacement this time, he could only control his body and stand on the platform, with both feet on the edge of the platform, not touching the interior, so as not to affect the weight and cause a change.
The glass cover leaned diagonally against his leg. He bent down, shifting his center of gravity to his right foot.
Looking at the star of africa in front of him, he held the glock 34 in his left hand, then gently touched the star of africa with his right hand, the icy sensation directly transmitting to his fingertips.
Then Johnny began his operation. His right hand gently grasped the star of africa, then slowly lifted it, while his left hand slowly lowered the glock 34, ensuring both movements were synchronized.
In an unseen place, within this tray, there was a tiny weight measuring device. This device was trembling slightly, and the values were constantly changing, but very subtly, fluctuating only between 0-3g.
As Johnny completely placed the glock on the cashmere cloth, his hand did not leave it. After weighing the star of africa in his right hand, he realized something was wrong: the weights didn't match!
But the problem was that the star of africa had already been taken out, and the glock in his hand was placed on the velvet cloth. He couldn't operate it again because he had no way to control the weight.
After thinking for a moment, Johnny then put the star of africa from his right hand into the fanny pack behind him. The item was already in his hand, how could he put it back?
"Security patrol is already on the elevator!"
Cameron's voice came through the earpiece, but Johnny showed no surprise. Instead, he steadied his hand.
According to the previous estimate, this star of africa weighed at least 800g.
Then, Johnny's right hand took out the magazine he had just put in from his tactical bulletproof vest and weighed it in his hand.
9mm hollow-point bullets, roughly 200 grains per round, which is about 13g. Then, after holding the magazine in his hand, Johnny began to eject the bullets one by one with a single hand, and the bullets fell one by one onto the position where the glock was.
When the sixth bullet was ejected, Johnny's hand had already left the glock 34.
The alarm was not triggered, but Johnny could already hear footsteps. The security patrol team was on the spiral escalator on the 36th floor.
Meanwhile, Thompson was restoring the surveillance cameras one by one along their path to avoid detection.
This way, the people in the control room didn't notice anything unusual.
Johnny restored the bulletproof glass cover and signaled to Gisele above. It wasn't suitable for talking now.
Gisele immediately understood after seeing it, and pulled the rope in her hand to hoist Johnny up. As Johnny climbed out from under the glass, the two quickly evacuated.
Johnny also took the tools from the scene with him as a matter of habit.
The two slid down the stair railing directly, while the security patrol team had walked from the 37th floor to the 38th floor, constantly shining their flashlights.
Thompson, in the hotel room, also released all the surveillance on the 38th floor. Johnny and Gisele returned to the maintenance door, looked at the elevator, and saw that it had been pressed up by security.
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