In Qianhai Town.

The middle-aged man and his young adjutant inspected each shop according to plan, and finally arrived at the door of Anxin Food Processing Company.

Even before getting close, one could smell the stench of blood and rotting meat.

"Anxin Pet Food Processing Company?" The young adjutant read the sign word by word, his tone somewhat puzzled: "Why is it pet food?"

"Take a closer look at the word 'pet'," the middle-aged man advised.

The young adjutant stared intently at the word "pet" and indeed noticed its difference from the other words.

These two characters are smaller than the others and are very clean and neat, unlike the others which have many scratches and wear patterns. These two characters were obviously added later.

They glanced at the women washing meat in the open space, then ignored them and walked straight toward the gate.

As soon as they reached the middle of the open space, the burly man who had been sitting by the door playing on his phone stood up and shouted at them, "Who are you? What are you doing here? This is a factory area, no unauthorized personnel allowed."

The middle-aged man simply pulled out his identification and said, "Food safety inspection, please cooperate with our work."

The young adjutant couldn't help but mutter, "How can you not notice something so obvious with that uniform?"

The man was still somewhat skeptical and wanted to take the documents to examine them closely, but was stopped by an elderly man in a black leather jacket who came out of the house after hearing the noise.

"Hello, officers. How did this food inspection end up here? We manufacture pet food."

"It's just a routine inspection. All shops and companies related to food are subject to inspection, and you are no exception, even though you make pet food."

Yes, yes.

The old man in the black leather jacket rubbed his hands together and nodded as he led the two into the house, introducing them to the place as they walked.

"This is the shelf where we put our raw materials. All the meat on it is what we're going to use today. The workers outside are responsible for cleaning it, and then it will be sent to the back workshop for processing."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly as he looked at the meat on the shelf, which was dripping blood.

Even if it's for making pet food, the storage environment is just too terrible.

After saying that, the old man in the black leather jacket wanted to lead them to the backyard to check on the machines that were in operation.

"Don't you have cold storage here? Is all the food shipped and processed fresh every day?" the middle-aged man suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, the old man in the black jacket suddenly realized what was happening and patted the back of his head.

"I'm getting old, I've completely forgotten about this. It's quite cold inside, you should wear a coat, but we only have two. Can you take a look?"

"I'll go." The middle-aged man reached out and took the military overcoat, putting it on. Many people had probably worn military overcoats before, and the smell inside the clothes was mixed.

The cold storage was bigger than I had imagined; the shelves inside were more than five times the size of the ones outside, and they were filled to the brim with all kinds of meat.

"Your pet food is all meat! That's so honest." She reached for a bag of meat to check the production date and expiration date: "Is it all nearing its expiration date? You didn't use any expired food, did you?"

"No, no, we are a legitimate company, and we follow all the standards," the old man in the black jacket quickly denied.

The middle-aged man randomly picked out several packages from various shelves; all of them had about two weeks left before expiration.

"Go out."

The old man in the black jacket led the two into the backyard, where a blue rain shelter supported by a steel structure had been erected.

In the center of the yard, a machine was humming, and several people were busy feeding materials and bagging them next to it.

Reaching out from the exit, I scooped up a handful of freshly prepared feed, still slightly warm in my hand. I brought it to my nose and sniffed it, but didn't detect anything strange.

He tossed the feed back into the bag, and as he pulled his hand back, his fingers brushed across the table, instantly covering his fingertips in dust.

Looking down at the bottom of the feed bag, you can clearly see the trajectory of the bag's movement.

The old man in the leather jacket was still explaining to the young adjutant how they made pet food. Just listening to his explanation, one could easily get the impression that he was very professional and knowledgeable in this field.

Withdrawing his hand, the middle-aged man continued to observe the machine and the people working beside it.

The machine appears to be a second-hand purchase; it looks like it has been used for many years, even though the company has only been open for a little over six months.

The person in charge of feeding the materials put them in very quickly, and soon the feed inlet was full, so some had to be taken out and put in later.

The person responsible for bagging the feed would let the feed fall to the ground when changing the bags, and a small pile of feed had already accumulated on the ground, but no one cared.

The person in charge of the final packaging was very careless; the labels were all crooked, tilted, or even upside down, emphasizing randomness.

They did a good job of putting on a good show, but no actual evidence was found, and there were many mistakes and omissions in the details.

After sampling all food and raw materials according to standard procedures, the two said goodbye and left.

"We didn't get anything today," the young adjutant lamented. "It was a wasted trip."

"No, the harvest is huge." The middle-aged man shook his head: "This trip today has confirmed that this is one of the hideouts. I'll stake out here for a few days and maybe I'll find something."

In a residential building opposite Anxin Pet Food Processing Company, Zhang Daoyi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, observing the company's activities.

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