East Eighth District, 10:11 at night.

New Hangzhou District 11, in front of the convenience supermarket.

Before the car stopped, Mars jumped out of the car. The omnic who had set up a cordon confirmed Mars' identity and immediately handed over a tablet: "We have controlled the manager of the supermarket, the manager of the North Head Office.

The commando team is arresting the boss in District 9."

The name of Convenience Supermarket is really earthy, but it can’t stand up to the fact that it is a super large supermarket chain, and all the provinces in southern Thailand are owned by his stores.

But today the matter is too important. After the head office in Beijing asked the higher-ups what to do, the senior men chose to arrest the person without saying a word - if this matter was really collusion between the inside and outside, the boss and his whole family would be shot.

Chaos and their friends will not tolerate this.

"All the flour, including everything else in the warehouse, has been seized. We have just asked the supplying firm. Several commandos reinforced by the South General Office are rushing to the home of the firm's owner and deliveryman." The omnic accompanied Mal.

Si ran into the supermarket and saw the store manager in charge being hung from the ceiling. The omnics knew very well what it meant to be ten centimeters off the ground. Even if you could stand on tiptoes, it would definitely not make you feel better.

"Is there anything else you haven't said?" As soon as Mars entered the door, he pulled up a chair and sat in front of him. He pulled the scale in his left hand - now is not the time to talk about shitty rights. There are tens of millions of people in New Hangzhou. If

Something really bad has to do with the man in front of me. It would be a mercy for Mars to bury him alive now.

"It's really gone. Those flours were just purchased and haven't been put on sale yet. The little bear girl came to buy them that day. I'm thinking of selling a few bags to old customers for them to try." The store manager in charge spoke very quickly, for fear of being afraid.

If he was too slow, the electric baton in the omnic's hand would stab him in the waist.

Mars glanced at Natasha who was following behind: "Really?"

"Yes, that's what he said." Little Bear nodded fiercely.

So Mars looked at the store manager: "Who gave you this batch of flour, and what other goods entered the store with it."

"In addition to flour, there is also a large amount of poultry from the four islands. I have eaten it and I am fine!"

The scale did not move, which made Mars somewhat relieved. The omnic spoke: "Chief, the toxicology analysis team is here."

"Let them analyze the meat and flour as soon as possible." After Mars ordered, he looked at the store manager: "Who is the courier of the business that sent this batch of goods? What is your relationship with him?"

"We have a very good relationship. His surname is Zhang, Zhang Daxing. We all call him Lao Zhang. He has been delivering goods in our eleventh district for thirty years. I guarantee with my life that it is definitely not his problem. Why should he have a problem?

Nothing has happened in ten years." The store manager said this, but Mars still didn't move the scale in his hand.

"Chief, the delivery person has confirmed that the remote inquiry is being established. Do you have anything to ask?" At the same time as the omnic said this, a large TV to the left of Mars began to appear on a large TV with an omnic team and a man with a body covered with stickers.

Middle-aged man checking with electronic patch.

"Mr. Zhang Daxing, is that right?" Mars asked.

"You are the young gentleman from the tower, right? I have seen you on TV. I am really not a chaotic dog!" The middle-aged man said with an aggrieved look: "I delivered the goods to

In various stores in the tenth district, I also told Xiao Li how the flour this time felt different from usual."

"Don't quibble!" the omnic over there scolded.

But Mars motioned for the middle-aged man to continue.

"You also know that flour is made from wheat after all, and the flour our company sells is Jinsha flour made from northern wheat. I have sampled and inspected this flour for thirty years, but I don't feel that this batch of flour is Jinsha flour.

, but the Northeast United Trading Company that supplies us has never been shoddy, and this matter is related to the reputation of the trading company, and I don’t have enough evidence to prove it.”

Mars took a deep breath and then dialed Mrs. Xiaochao's phone number.

"Mars, it's very late now. If you don't have a good reason, I will tell your mentor and let him slap your butt." Mrs. Xiaochao said with a smile.

Mars asked Mr. Zhang Daxing to restate his doubts.

The smile on Mrs. Xiaochao's face froze.

Then she turned around and gave the order directly in the video to have people raid the Northeastern United Trading Company.

"The hands of the old deliveryman are more valuable than the hands of many children, but Mr. Zhang Daxing, you'd better pray that your feeling is true." Mrs. Xiaochao said. Zhang Daxing of course said that he was definitely not wrong.

So time passed by one minute and one second, and after twenty-one minutes, there was a new screen on Madam Xiaochao's side, and an omnic dragged a fat boy with blood on his face into the camera: "He has done all his moves."

,lady."

"Come, tell us what happened to the Jinsha flour sold to New Hangzhou this time!" Mrs. Xiaochao looked very angry.

And the fat boy told his story.

The story begins a week ago. At that time, the deliveryman of the Northeastern United Trading Company had just escorted a shipment of goods to the four islands. On the way back, he found a container floating on the sea. Most people who travel by sea thought this would be a windfall.

So I fished it out.

As a result, I found a pile of flour produced in the peninsula. These days, everything produced in the peninsula is almost like garbage. But when Fatty and the brothers who ran the boat thought about it, they felt that they had to make some money, so they simply competed one by one.

It was mixed with Jinsha flour and then sold like this.

In terms of shipments, except for a batch of goods from Xinhangzhou, the rest were simply sold back to Peninsula Guys.

"What a fucking genius." After listening to what Fatty said, Mars felt that this kid was really a fucking talent. The capitalists who died on the street lamp pole really owed him a one-ton medal.

"Peninsula people's flour, I heard from boat runners in the past year or two, is not a good thing." After letting the omnic throw the fat man and all the crew members involved in the matter into prison, Mrs. Xiaochao looked at Mars.

The situation was introduced - the situation in the south of the peninsula is getting more and more dilapidated, and those peninsula people with faith have recently become more and more addicted to their faith. This has left the guerrillas in the north of the peninsula unable to support themselves, and they can only turn to strategic defense.

And the southern peninsula has also started to have all kinds of disgusting things. Flour containers are like this. They use sealed containers to load flour with virus strains and other vacuum-packed foods, and let them go south along the ocean currents. Countries are running away.

I've encountered them all on ships.

Without exception, all kinds of injuries were caused.

Among them, the ones picked up in the southern part of Thailand are relatively good, most of them can be controlled immediately and the damage is not great.

But if the container was picked up by a boatman from Indochina or the archipelago, it would be in big trouble - after all, the living corpse virus on an island in the north of the archipelago has not yet been controlled.

"What will they do?" Now that the direct culprit has been found, the store manager has been let go. However, the death penalty can be avoided. The supermarket's re-testing process has not been completed, so the store manager will be given a long caning.

You can't run away.
Chapter completed!