After probing the route, he concluded that entry into the Presidential Palace was impossible and heard about Number Thirteen’s unspeakable past. This reconnaissance trip indeed yielded considerable results. Gao Yang wasn’t a psychologist, moreover, even if he were a master of psychology, he probably couldn’t unravel Number Thirteen’s psychological knots. The human heart is the most complex thing; as the saying goes, a heart ailment needs medicine of the heart to cure it. But Number Thirteen killed his own medicine for the heart with his own hands, how can that be cured? The purpose of reconnoitering the Presidential Palace was to make advance preparations under the premise that things couldn’t be stolen from Poloneshenko’s mansion within a short period. This would prevent difficulty in reconnaissance once Poloneshenko ascended the throne and moved into the Presidential Palace. Now that it’s confirmed the Presidential Palace can’t be targeted, they’ll have to strictly focus on one place: Poloneshenko’s mansion. A villa is the easiest place to infiltrate, and Number Thirteen has already inspected it. Now, however, it becomes clear where to look, but Gao Yang and the others have only a few days to sort everything out and steal the guns. The reason for needing to steal the guns within a few days is simple—Poloneshenko isn’t president yet. Once he becomes president, the security level won’t be the same, and there will be a large number of professional individuals, trained by the nation for countless years, guarding both the Presidential Palace and his private residence. So if they still want to steal the guns and not acquire them through other means, it’s best to hurry. Number Thirteen seemed somewhat manic at the moment, pathologically excited. After confirming that making a move in the Presidential Palace wasn’t feasible, he immediately said, "We should now go to Poloneshenko’s mansion in Kiev. He’s very busy now and spends limited time at home, making it more convenient for us." Gao Yang said gravely, "We better return first and rest. You need to change your wound’s bandage." Number Thirteen cast a glance at Gao Yang and said gravely, "At this point, do you think you can stop me? Or is there any need to?" Gao Yang had considered notifying Morgan for him to come personally, but thinking of past instances where once Morgan intervened any promising situation would inevitably fizzle out, he had to dismiss the idea. Mainly, informing Morgan would make him overly thankful, but what if they directly handed over the guns? Considering the help Morgan provided, Gao Yang thought it better to hand them over directly to avoid unexpected problems. The issue now is Number Thirteen’s situation isn’t good. If something goes wrong with his psyche, and it’s at the breaking point, combined with a critical time juncture, anything could happen. Even as Gao Yang wants to help Morgan find the guns, he can’t let Number Thirteen’s emotions continue brewing . Number Thirteen had been silent, without any expression on his face unless necessary. His retrospective and candid demeanor today indicated his mood was unstable to a certain extent. But the problem is, Number Thirteen isn’t about to turn the gun on himself. It isn’t accurate to say he intends to die right now either. Gao Yang currently genuinely doesn’t know what to do. At this moment, Taylor gravely said, "Boss, let’s go for it. The timing is tight, it’s right to seize the time to do recon." Gao Yang looked at Taylor, realized Taylor was signaling him. He immediately said, "Alright, let’s continue the reconnaissance." Poloneshenko’s mansion in Kiev wasn’t far from the Presidential Palace. It was originally in Kiev’s most bustling and well-patrolled area, certainly not too distant. Poloneshenko’s residence wasn’t a secret; one could go there easily. The so-called mansion didn’t appear particularly lavish from the outside, just a four-story building adjacent to the street. But this street had virtually no shops and few cars. The environment was good and quiet, and among the surrounding buildings, Poloneshenko’s mansion merely occupied a larger area. As for the interior, there must be something else there. When Taylor parked the car by the roadside, over two hundred meters from Poloneshenko’s mansion, Number Thirteen stared intensely at the building’s entrance. Gao Yang raised a small binoculars but heard Number Thirteen sternly say, "Put it down! Use your eyes, not the binoculars!" Gao Yang immediately put down the binoculars and said softly, "Are we just going to watch? I want to look at the terrain and building layout in case forced entry is needed; it’ll be more convenient." Number Thirteen whispered, "Don’t do anything, just observe from here." Gao Yang didn’t know what they were supposed to watch. The entrance was quiet, no one entered or exited, and it wasn’t large. From two hundred meters, he also couldn’t discern the door’s security measures, nor the type of surveillance cameras, whether it was a key, password, or fingerprint lock. Nothing could be seen. But since Number Thirteen said so, he would follow suit. They watched for over two hours. As it approached three in the afternoon, Number Thirteen finally broke the silence and said quietly, "No one has entered or exited." Gao Yang said quietly, "Right, these days are crucial for Poloneshenko; he’s busy campaigning for president. He might not be staying at home." Number Thirteen shook his head softly and said, "No, he’s been residing here recently, but I don’t know if he is home now. During this period I haven’t the energy to gather much surrounding information." Having said that, Number Thirteen sighed and said gravely, "You two get out of the car, take the miniature cameras, and film all the nearby sewer openings. Cover a large area; film every opening within five hundred meters." Following instructions, Gao Yang activated a miniature camera and, along with Taylor, got out of the car. They began walking toward the mansion, and when they discovered a sewer opening, they discreetly approached pretending to look around. After two hours, Gao Yang and Taylor finished their sweep, neither mentioning Number Thirteen since he would review the footage later. Once all sewer openings were filmed, they turned off the cameras. Gao Yang exhaled and said helplessly, "Do you have any good ideas regarding Leonard?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novelFirｅ.net Taylor shrugged and smiled wryly, "I don’t have any good ideas. I just think he’s having mental issues now, and you can’t go against him head-on. If you tell him to give up on finding the gun, how’s that possible? It might be better to find something for him to do to distract him." Gao Yang said helplessly, "I thought you had some brilliant plan, turns out you think the same as I do." Taylor smiled wryly, "How about you really call Karima over." Gao Yang sighed and said helplessly, "Alright, call her over then. Though I don’t think it will do much good." (To be continued. If you work, please vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com) with recommendation tickets and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)