That night, the person Jiang Shaoming had been waiting for arrived.

The most seriously injured young man in the police force, the one whose throat was cut, went home to get bandaged and rested for three or four hours before returning to duty tonight. Xiaoqi and the big guy were sleeping on chairs nearby. The big guy had been sleeping on the chair for the past two days, citing back pain, so he made a bed on the floor and was currently asleep. When the young man arrived to relieve him, he saw that everyone was resting and remained silent. The big guy heard someone coming, opened his eyes, saw that it was the young man who had his throat cut, and then closed his eyes again to sleep.

More than an hour later, it was probably around two in the morning. Xiao Qi suddenly opened his eyes, perhaps in a dream, and saw the man with the neck wipe typing Morse code with the suspect their group was guarding.

When Xiao Qi saw this, he immediately narrowed his eyes and quietly observed the movements of the man with the neck wipe and the suspect. There was some distance between him and the big man, so it was difficult to notify him.

He turned to look at Jiang Shaoming, but to his surprise, Jiang Shaoming was also squinting at him. The two of them exchanged glances, then continued to squint their eyes tacitly as they watched the man with the neck wipe communicating with the suspect in code.

The scene was quiet; everyone was catching up on sleep. The only person on duty outside the door was there. If they hadn't opened their eyes and seen it, no one would have guessed someone was actually communicating with the suspect.

After waiting for about half an hour, the man who had been wiping his neck finished communicating. He stood up and wanted to go to the second suspect to continue the conversation. Xiao Qi jumped up, grabbed the man who had been wiping his neck, and asked, "Did you have a good chat?"

The man who was wiping his neck never dreamed that his coded communication with the suspect was seen by someone, and the sweat on his forehead instantly broke out.

He quickly said it was a misunderstanding and that he wasn't chatting with anyone while on guard duty. Seeing that the man with the neck wipe still refused to admit it, Xiao Qi also typed out the fragment of his conversation with the suspect in Morse code.

Jiang Shaoming also straightened up and said that he was watching the whole process. The man who was wiping his neck instantly collapsed there like a deflated balloon.

The advantage of watching the man wiping his neck and the suspect is that you know what they are talking about. He said that the box has been taken away and asked them to hold on for another day or someone will come to rescue them. He also said that they must hold on because the boss is on the way.

Who is the boss?

Jiang Shaoming and Xiao Qi were both puzzled. The boxes had already been moved, which meant at least one box of money had been taken away. The few sober people were furious, and the scene they least wanted to see unfolded.

There was no other choice but to arrest the man who wiped his neck and interrogate him.

This time, no one yelled. Jiang Shaoming simply led the man with the neck-wiping device to a corner. The warehouse was enormous, and even if he screamed, the other side wouldn't hear him. So Jiang Shaoming went all out, showing no mercy. He was truly furious. There were traitors among the public security forces; this was a serious matter. The Guangzhou police would also conduct a thorough investigation of this matter, ensuring no criminals were allowed to exploit the situation.

Jiang Shaoming felt there must be a traitor, and it wasn't just the man with the neck-smearing wound. He needed to feed these suspects today, and they needed to stay alert. He hadn't expected a traitor within the public security forces, and he had to be wary of drugs in their food, and he had to be careful with the water he drank.

This is also the real reason why we were not allowed to go to the police station in the beginning. Once we got there, there would be too many people and too many things would be out of control.

If one or two of them really died, their arrest would be in vain. Now the box has not been found yet, and the suspect is just delaying time to give the bad guys time to move the box.