Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The bald man wasn't there; only a few ordinary armed men were working in front of the building, carrying oil drums while sweating profusely and cursing.

After looking around to make sure there were no mutants, Lin Mo continued to probe forward until he was only about a hundred meters away from the group of people, which was enough distance to perform acupressure from a distance. Only then did he stop.

He suddenly raised his hand and unleashed a series of sharp, invisible strikes, each hitting a member of the armed group carrying an oil drum with pinpoint accuracy.

The people who were working froze at the same time, remaining motionless in the posture of bending over to move the oil drums, and also in the posture of lifting the oil drums up the steps, like a group of puppets whose pause button had been pressed.

Lin Mo emerged from the shadows, taking three steps at a time to reach the truck. He placed his palm on the truck bed and, with a thought, stored the remaining half-truckload of special fuel into his spatial storage.

They turned around and went to the tanker truck, repeating the same trick, disappearing along with the tanker truck.

Although the militants, pinned to the spot, couldn't move their bodies, their eyes could still move. Witnessing this bizarre scene, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Lin Mo didn't give them any more time to be terrified.

He pulled out a dagger from his spatial storage and, starting with the first frozen armed man, cleanly and efficiently slit his throat, one slash after another.

He put the corpse into his spatial storage before it even fell to the ground. The whole process was so quiet that only the faint sound of a dagger cutting through skin and the soft rustling of blood splattering on the dust could be heard.

After dealing with the people outside the building, he had just put away his dagger when the side door of the building was suddenly pushed open. Several people who had just finished unloading fuel bumped into him. When they saw the strange man standing in the empty parking space, they were all stunned for a moment.

The dagger in Lin Mo's hand transformed into several cold flashes, and Little Li's flying daggers accurately pierced the throats of each person. Several people clutched their necks and fell to the ground silently.

He stored all the corpses in his spatial storage, then stepped over the threshold and entered the building.

Following the corridor to the location of the supplies warehouse, Lin Mo pushed open the door, and the scene before him made him let out a long sigh of relief.

Rows of iron racks were piled high with newly moved-in special fuel drums, their lead seals intact and their markings clear. The quantity was no less than that of the tanker truck that had just been loaded.

It's obvious that Zhao Tai has been stockpiling his inventory for a long time, and he's hoarded it all here.

Without any hesitation, he stored all the fuel in the entire warehouse into his spatial storage, leaving not even the metal frame behind.

After doing all this, he vanished from the building in a blur.

Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of seven or eight military jeeps parked in front of the building. After thinking for a moment, he went back and put the jeeps into his space as well.

The bald man had just come out of the boss Zhao Tai's room.

He closed the door, his eyes filled with envy, muttering to himself as he walked away:

"My sister-in-law's tank top and stockings are so hot, when can I have a go at it too?"

He swallowed hard, scratched the itch, and strode downstairs to check on his subordinates' progress.

However, when he arrived at the first-floor warehouse, he was instantly stunned.

The warehouse was completely empty. The iron racks that had been piled high just moments before were gone, not even a scrap of paper remained.

He opened his mouth wide, spun around in place, and then rushed out of the building.

The tanker trucks were gone, the military trucks were gone, and even the seven or eight jeeps parked in front of the building had all disappeared.

He rubbed his eyes hard and pinched himself, but all he could see was emptiness.

How long has it been? And there hasn't been a single sound from beginning to end. Could it be that all these useless subordinates have collectively betrayed us?

That was the first thought that popped into his head.

After all, the military region is their territory, and there are guards at the gate. If someone were to sneak in, they should have been discovered long ago.

But when he looked down and saw the scattered drops of blood on the ground, that thought was instantly overturned.

The bloodstains were clearly freshly congealed, and a faint smell of rust lingered in the scorching air.

The bald man stared at the bloodstains on the ground, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He circled the building again, but couldn't find a single extra footprint.

They took away several truckloads of fuel, killed so many people, and didn't even leave a single decent trace.

Who the hell did this?

He hesitated for several moments while holding the walkie-talkie before pressing the call button.

He knew Zhao Tai's temper best. With such a big incident, he, as the captain in charge of guarding the supplies, was the first to suffer.

But it can't be hidden forever. Such a large batch of supplies disappearing into thin air will eventually get back to the boss.

He steeled himself and reported the situation. There was a long silence on the other end of the line before Zhao Tai's deep voice came through:

"You stay where you are and wait."

Within minutes, Zhao Tai arrived at the oil depot with several trusted confidants.

He looked at the empty oil depot and parking lot, and then sent someone to check the armory.

The man sent out quickly stumbled back, his face deathly pale.

"Boss!"

The weapons and armories have been emptied!

All the brothers guarding the vault were gone; there were only a few pools of blood at the scene, not even a single body remained!

Zhao Tai's face twitched violently a few times. He suddenly turned around, grabbed the bald man by the collar, lifted him up, and swung his large palm down on his face.

"How the hell did you guard this place?!"

what?

I handed the warehouse over to you, and this is how you guard it?

Something?

What about people?

Who did it?

you say!"

The bald man was slapped so hard he saw stars, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't dare utter a single word in rebuttal.

After Zhao Tai finished fighting, he began investigating frantically, searching from the armory to the fuel depot, and from the fuel depot to the warehouse, turning the entire military region upside down, but found no clues other than a few pools of blood.

He squatted back down at the entrance of the oil depot, scratching his head in frustration.

The bruise on my head from Zhao Tai's punch was still burning.

At this moment, one of his subordinates approached and cautiously spoke:

"Brother, the strongest group around here is Guan Xue and her group, right?"

Besides, she was previously hunted down by the boss, and we have a grudge against her, so what if...?

Was it that woman who did it?

The bald man remained silent for a long while after hearing this.

He didn't really think it was likely. He had dealt with Guan Xue's team before, and they weren't this clean and efficient. It was also impossible for them to sneak into the military camp, kill several guards, and leave no trace.

But he had no other leads. If he told Zhao Tai that he couldn't find anyone, he would be the next one to have his head crushed.

He stood up, dusted off his hands, and nodded to his subordinate:

That makes sense.

No one around here, besides her, has the ability or the motive to do so.

When he returned to Zhao Tai, he had already put on a confident expression:

"Boss, we've found out."

It was that woman Guan Xue who did it.

No one in this area has the ability or the motive to do so except for her.

It's probably because of a grudge from before; that woman is holding a grudge and sneaked in to take revenge.

Think about it, she has the ability, the motivation, and the timing is perfect. Who else could it be but her?