Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Sun Guiying and the others were very puzzled as to why Zhou Haibing wanted to purchase so many agricultural supplies.

Captain Fang remained silent.

His pen hovered over the notebook for a long time before he slowly wrote down the number.

He looked up at Hao Yuzhu, his voice steady but each word carrying weight: "Did you ask him why he wanted to buy so many agricultural supplies?"

Hao Yuzhu's Adam's apple bobbed again, his voice sounding somewhat weak:

"I asked. He said he was buying it for a friend who is running a large agricultural project in another city."

He didn't say anything about the specific location, the project, or who his friends were. He paused, then added,

"I've known Haibing for almost twenty years. He's always been a reliable person. Since he said that, I didn't ask any more questions."

Captain Fang wrote these words down in his notebook, the pen scratching softly on the paper.

He looked up, his gaze landing on Hao Yuzhu's face: "Where are the things? Did you take them?"

"He took it. He came to the warehouse last night and took all the goods." Hao Yuzhu's voice deepened, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"I helped him prepare the goods: 500 tons of fertilizer, dozens of tons of seeds, dozens of agricultural machines, and several sets of imported integrated water and fertilizer systems."

He took everything, not a single item left. I went to the warehouse this morning, and there wasn't even an empty cardboard box left.

Captain Fang's brow furrowed even more: "Where is the warehouse? Is there any surveillance footage?"

Hao Yuzhu's lips moved slightly, and his voice trailed off:

"The warehouse is in the North City Industrial Zone, near the highway exit. The surveillance cameras... the surveillance cameras were turned off last night."

Hai Bing had told me beforehand to turn off all the surveillance cameras in the warehouse.

I was puzzled at the time and asked him why. He said not to worry, and that he wouldn't hold me responsible if anything went wrong.

I thought about our many years of friendship, and since he asked, I did as he asked.

So there was nothing on the warehouse security camera footage last night.

The volume in the conference room increased a few decibels.

Zhao Shuzhen's cries suddenly rose in pitch, Sun Guiying's voice became shrill and piercing, and Wang Jinshan's voice was so loud it sounded like he was arguing with someone.

Zhou Hailong suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and Zhang Wenbin let out a muffled curse.

An Baojun's lips trembled even more violently, and Li Zhigang slammed his hand on the armrest of the chair.

The various sounds mingled together, like a pot of boiling swill; you couldn't make out anything clearly, yet you could hear everything—

Anger, despair, and a sense of humiliation at being manipulated.

Sun Guiying's voice pierced through the noise, sharp and shrill:

"Turn off the surveillance cameras? Why would he turn them off? If he didn't have something to hide, why would he turn them off? There's definitely something wrong! Something's absolutely wrong!"

Wang Jinshan shouted from behind:

"Of course there's a problem! Why would he turn off the surveillance if there wasn't? He's afraid someone will find out where he put the stuff!"

Zhao Shuzhen cried out, her voice broken and fragmented:

"But...but even if the surveillance is turned off...he still has to move the stuff away...so much stuff...several hundred tons...how did he move it away?"

What kind of truck can haul away hundreds of tons of goods at once? He needs a truck, right? He has to leave the industrial area, right? The surveillance cameras outside should be able to capture it, right? He can't just make all that cargo disappear, can he?

There was a moment of silence in the large conference room.

No one can answer this question.

Captain Fang ignored the sounds coming from next door. His pen moved quickly across the paper, writing down every word Hao Yuzhu said.

He closed his notebook, stood up, walked to the door, and called over a young policeman. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and decisive:

"Notify the video team to retrieve all surveillance footage around the warehouse in the Chengbei Industrial Zone."

The focus should be on investigating the period from yesterday evening to early this morning to see how Zhou Haibing transported the goods and in which direction.

In particular, all checkpoints at industrial zone entrances and exits, highway intersections, and provincial highway intersections must be monitored.

Whether it's one truck or ten trucks, hundreds of tons of cargo can't just disappear into thin air; it still has to travel on the road.

The young police officer responded and quickly walked out.

Captain Fang returned to the interrogation room, sat down again, and turned to Kong Zhiqiang.

Kong Zhiqiang sat in a chair with his hands on his knees, his back straight, but there was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

He was wearing that gray windbreaker, zipped all the way up, with the collar turned up as if he were covering something.

Captain Fang opened his notebook, pen touching the paper, his voice as steady as before: "Kong Zhiqiang, what did Zhou Haibing want with you yesterday?"

Kong Zhiqiang took a deep breath, his voice slightly softer than Hao Yuzhu's, carrying the caution and methodicalness characteristic of a tech man:

"He also ordered a batch of supplies from me. Hardware. He picked up the goods from my warehouse yesterday evening."

"What hardware materials?" Captain Fang asked, his pen already on the paper.

"Diesel generators, engines, various tools, solar panels, energy storage batteries," Kong Zhiqiang said, listing each item clearly and slowly.

"The generators range from 3 kilowatts for household use to 200 kilowatts for industrial use, totaling 45 units."

Sixty-eight engines. More than 1,200 individual tools, totaling over 20,000 pieces.

"One thousand solar panels, fifty sets of energy storage batteries, and all the necessary inverters and controllers have been provided..."

Captain Fang paused on the paper for a moment, then continued writing.

His brows furrowed even more, but he didn't interrupt Kong Zhiqiang.

"How much is it?" Captain Fang's voice was neither loud nor soft.

Kong Zhiqiang pushed up his glasses, his voice lowering as if he were stating a number that even made him uneasy:

"259.91 billion."

The meeting room erupted in chaos once again.

This time the sound was louder, sharper, and more intense than before.

Sun Guiying's mouth was open, her chin was trembling, and she looked as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over her head.

Wang Jinshan slammed his fist against the wall with a thud, then clutched his hand in pain, his face contorted in agony.

Zhao Shuzhen's crying had turned into hysterical screams, shouting "My money! My money is all gone!" Her voice was shrill and loud, and she was running back and forth in the corridor.

Zhou Dongsheng stood up from the chair, then slumped back down, aggravating his wounds and causing his face to contort in pain.

Zhang Lijuan covered her face and cried, her shoulders heaving.

Sun Guiwu kicked over the plastic chair in front of him, but Ma Hongxia held him back tightly.

Zhou Hailong sat in the chair, his hands supporting his knees, his whole body like a stone statue, completely still.