But even so, he forced himself to remain calm.
With a last glimmer of hope, his attitude became even more flamboyant than before:
"Clean-up team! You are trespassing! Do you think you can be reasonable?
"Are you a cleanup team or a gang from the outer city?!"
Zhuang Mian, who had just started his new job, had already experienced the purge team's arrest process several times. Those people were either panicked or resisted stubbornly, but it was the first time he had seen someone as arrogant as Wen Zhengcheng as he grew more afraid.
Zhuang Mian put away his ID and ignored him. Instead, he looked with interest at the trembling woman on the other half of the bed.
"Compared to those things, I want to know, are you two a legal husband and wife?"
"yes."
"no."
Different answers came out of the woman and the man at the same time.
The two of them turned their heads involuntarily and looked at each other.
The man looked away awkwardly.
The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.
The next moment, as if she understood something, the woman turned around and punched the man in the face, regardless of the quilt that was about to slide off in front of her.
"Fuck you!"
Just when she was about to show off her fists and feet, the man who was the target had already been pinned to the edge of the bed by two strong guys from the purge team.
Zhuang Mian glanced at the disheveled woman and waved his hand:
"Take them together."
Judging from what happened at the scene just now, this person is most likely innocent.
But Zhuang Mian is very vigilant and will never give up the necessary investigation just because of a high probability.
The operation went extremely smoothly, and the managers of the remaining two production lines were soon visited.
Different from Wen Zhengcheng, who barked wildly but appeared to be timid, the remaining two people seemed much more honest. Although they avoided glances from time to time, they were generally very cooperative with the investigation.
As for Wen Zhengcheng's wife, no, lover, although she has a hot temper, she is also very quick to give in in front of professionals.
It was a pity that she really didn’t know anything, so Zhuang Mian simply asked a few questions and left disappointed.
Soon, Zhuang Mian's team split into three groups and used their badges to mobilize nearby security team members to assist in their work.
The three production lines were quickly sealed, and the workers who had gotten up early to work were persuaded to go back by the security team members.
The records of production lines 24 and 35 are very clear, and each batch of nutritional paste produced has a clear destination.
Under simple intimidation, the two managers admitted, albeit evasively, that they had taken a small portion of the kickbacks.
As for Wen Zhengcheng, the manager of production line No. 33 who was the most suspected, there were obvious problems with the accounts of his subordinates, and a safe was also found in the mezzanine of his office. However, this man was quite stubborn and didn't say anything useful.
His eyes were still very sharp, as if he saw that the men were under time pressure and were trying to hold on for a few hours to make the other party's plan fail.
It looks like there will be a flood after I die.
This was almost a fatal blow. Even though it was a last-ditch effort, it was not an easy task for the current cleanup team to deal with.
Seeing the tight time schedule and heavy workload, Zhuang Mian no longer tried to hide the situation.
He asked all his teammates to leave the office, and he was alone staring at Wen Zhengcheng who was handcuffed to the boss's chair.
The two sat in silence, and the next second, Zhuang Mian punched the other in the side.
"Like to act tough?"
The severe pain caused by the liver explosion made Wen Zhengcheng's face turn red instantly, and he had difficulty breathing for a short period of time.
“It’s not over yet!”
Zhuang Mian then struck him again, completely putting him into sleep mode.
【Chaos】Dream generation!
Zhuang Mian closed his eyes and dived into the other person's dream.
In the dream, Wen Zhengcheng was bending his body to check his black accumulation, but his right hand was rubbing his abdomen from time to time, as if he was feeling a vague pain from some disease.
Looking at the gray haze outside the office window, Zhuang Mian confirmed that this was Wen Zhengcheng's solo dream.
After many experiments, Zhuang Mian has been able to determine that the range of a normal human's dream is roughly a sphere with a radius of ten meters and itself as the center. The closer to the edge, the coarser the details.
Anything beyond this range is as missing as if the map was not generated.
The characteristic of chaotic dreams is that the person does not know that he or she is dreaming, and the memory after waking up is very vague.
So Zhuang Mian no longer concealed it, and began the great memory recovery technique in a dream where the flow of time was slightly slower than in the normal world.
Two hours later, Zhuang Mian was satisfied with getting all the information he wanted.
At this time, less than ten minutes had passed in the real world.
She took the initiative to break away from the dream and called her teammates to enter the office again.
Zhuang Mian pointed to the window on one side of the office and said:
"Break the windowsill open. The real account book is inside."
The two teammates didn't know what magical powers their captain had used, but they always felt that there would be no problem if they obeyed him, so they all walked towards the fire equipment cabinet in the corridor.
At this moment, Wen Zhengcheng, who had just woken up, happened to hear these words. He immediately looked at Zhuang Mian, who was sitting at his desk, as if he had seen a ghost:
"How do you know?"
The other party's face was serious and his tone was cold:
"Because I can read minds. Wait till you die, trash."
“Bang, bang, bang!”
With the vigorous wielding of two fire axes, the real production and sales records soon came into Zhuang Mian's hands.
She flipped through the thick handwritten account book and looked at Wen Zhengcheng who had completely surrendered:
"You overreported the losses, forced the workers to work overtime, and completed 110% of the quota every month. Then you distributed the excess through the channels of the outer city gangs. You are really amazing."
Zhuang Mian was gritting his teeth at this time. The normal sales channels were easy to trace, but once the matter involved those unemployed vagrants, it would not be so simple.
After all, those people theoretically do not exist in the household registration of Hope City.
Zhuang Mian quickly turned to the last page of the account book and looked at the progress of the last batch of goods recorded there. His brows slightly frowned:
"Why hasn't the batch that was supposed to be shipped out two days ago been shipped out yet? Aren't your accounts updated in time?"
Wen Zhengcheng, who had been beaten into a pig's head, shook his head like crazy:
“No, no, it really wasn’t taken away.
"I don't know what's going on. The gang that was supposed to hand over to me has suddenly stopped moving these days. It was still fine four days ago..."
"Um?"
Zhuang Mian was confident that the man in front of him would not dare to deceive her, which meant that everything he said was true.
Because the purge team is in charge of middle and high-level affairs in the inner and outer city areas, Zhuang Mian has been somewhat isolated from information recently.
So what’s going on in the outer city recently?
I've only been away for less than a month, how come it's as if the world has changed so drastically?
The leader of the purge team glanced at the time on the communicator and planned to ask an old acquaintance.
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