Lian Xiaomin thought that the jeep was here, so Zhang Shengli must have been brought here.

The two-story building was close to the east wall. At this time, there were three rooms with lights on, one on the first floor and two on the second floor.

Lian Xiaomin, who was outside the courtyard wall, was concentrating and using her mental power to listen.

In the room on the first floor, there were two people sitting at the desk, wearing military coats and yawning from time to time.

One of the younger ones, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, simply lay down on the table.

He propped his head on one arm and said to another man in his thirties, "Brother Zhao, I'm a little sleepy. Is there anything else we can do? I don't know when we can go home and sleep."

The man called Brother Zhao reached out and touched his beard, looked at him and said, "Go home? Don't you know why the director sent us here? Fully assist the captain of the special team, Jin Li, until the mission is completed."

"Well, this is not the end. Didn't they run all the way to Sandagou and bring them back overnight?"

Brother Zhao smiled, reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette, and said, "Wang'er, you are still too young. We have no right to know what this confidential matter is. But, don't you know who Jin Li is?"

Xiao Wang was a little confused, and he also looked at him and listened to him.

"For someone in this position, it can't be easy to do things. We have just started! We can't go back. However, if we perform well, we can also add some good experience to our resume in our Dan County Police Station."

He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and spoke with a profound expression while exhaling smoke.

Lian Xiaomin, who was outside the wall, thought that the two people on the first floor were the ones who took Zhang Shengli away from home. They seemed to be sent by the government to assist a man named Jin Li in the special team to do this.

She continued to search the two lighted rooms on the second floor.

In the slightly larger room on the west side, there were three people. Judging from their combat uniforms, they were definitely members of the team and were all around thirty years old.

But there was only one person among them who had an unusual identity and status. He was the shortest and was very similar to the one described by Zhang Wenyong.

The other two people were both over 1.75 meters tall, and judging by their attitudes, they obeyed his orders.

Lian Xiaomin speculated that the short, stocky man was probably the Jin Li mentioned by the two people on the first floor.

It seems very difficult for someone so young to achieve the level they described.

Lian Xiaomin continued to check another room, which was closer to her. There was only one person in it, sitting on a chair. It was Zhang Shengli!

Her heart immediately tightened as she observed how Zhang Shengli was doing.

Fortunately, the handcuffs were removed and he was no longer tied up. He was just sitting there quietly, looking tired, his face a little pale, his eyes slightly closed, and his back leaning back in the chair.

The room is about 25 square meters and has a desk with a glass of water on it.

There was an empty chair near the door.

Against the inner wall was a single bed with a quilt on it.

After confirming that Zhang Shengli was not in danger at the moment, he felt relieved.

Lian Xiaomin put his mental energy into the next room to continue to inquire about the situation of the three people.

I saw a man standing against the windowsill, with a long face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, staring out of the window into the dark night, absent-minded but silent.

Suddenly, he lost his temper and turned to the man who was writing documents at the desk and said, "Boss, my Captain Jin, it's been more than half an hour since we brought him back, and this person hasn't explained anything... You are too polite!"

"Food is so important to us. We can't let the troops go hungry to defend our country."

On the other side, two or three meters away from the desk, a burly man was sitting on a leather sofa. He spoke in a silly voice and joined in, "Liu Jianbing is right, Boss!"

"Except for the dozens of people in our special team, who have the best supplies and can eat their fill, there are tens of thousands of soldiers who are starving. Now that we finally have a clue, we must act quickly."

The man who was still sitting calmly at the table stopped writing, looked up, and seeing how anxious the two men were, he looked at them with a half-smile.

Finally, his eyes stopped at the sofa, he raised his chin and said, "Lu Weiguo, let me ask you, who is Zhang Shengli?"

The man who was originally sitting on the sofa stood up immediately and answered: "Report to the team leader, he is, he is the team leader of the Sandagou Production Team, 43 years old, and also serves as the village chief, he..."

Jin Li waved his hand, interrupting him and saying, "He is 'the people', the common people, not our enemy. Why did you attack him? When Zhang Shengli was killing the devils, you were still peeing on the kang!"

After hearing the captain's scolding, the two men's faces turned red and blue in an instant.

Liu Jianbing was the one who spoke. He walked over to the table and said in a soft voice, "Leader, you are right in your criticism. We are both a little lost. But, are we just going to wait like this?"

"The task assigned to our special team this time is too heavy. In the past, we were able to catch spies, fight bandits, and even confront enemy spies on the border. But buying food... this has also fallen on our shoulders, this..."

Jin Li didn't even look at him. He reached out and picked up a box of cigarettes on the table and took out one. Liu Jianbing immediately leaned over, picked up a match, and lit it for the captain with a very attentive look on his face.

Jin Li is one year older than him, but they have been through life and death together for many years, carrying out missions together, and Jin Li has saved his life several times.

He has reached this position, and his skills and ability to do things are really amazing.

In Liu Jianbing's heart, he regards the team leader as his real brother. Even though there is not much age difference between them, he is just a younger brother.

Jin Li took two puffs of his cigarette, squinted his eyes and looked at Liu Jianbing, raised the corner of his mouth, sighed and said: "Don't worry, do you know where Fan Wu went?"

"Where is the deputy captain doing?" The two of them stared and asked in unison.

"I sent him to Jing County to investigate another clue. Seven villages there bought a large amount of grain. The leaders of these seven production teams were all involved."

"According to Xue Daqing from Kaoshantun, the trader claimed to be from the black market and approached him to sell him grain."

He took a puff of his cigarette and continued, "Features: about thirty years old, masked, but some of his skin can be seen, dark skin, medium build, and a deep voice."

Lu Weiguo no longer sat on the sofa. He took two steps over, stood in front of the table and listened carefully.

"Can we catch this black market guy?" he asked anxiously.