When Xue Lang was shaking in Songjiang City, he had already infiltrated one of the remaining two factories, which was the starch factory.

He wasn't sure which factory it was, but it was just the two, and it must be one of them.

The distant sound of gunfire had alarmed the security guards on duty, who stood behind the glass to see where the shootout was taking place.

This was rare in reality, although the sound sounded a little far away, and it did not delay their curious guesses.

Xue Lang dodged the camera and quietly infiltrated the starch factory.

In the unlit workshops and warehouses, Xue Lang searched carefully, but he couldn't find even a grain of rice.

There is no rice processing equipment, no facilities for soaking chemicals, and no chemical raw materials.

In just ten minutes, Xue Lang left the last warehouse with nothing, and was just about to leave, when he suddenly saw the changes in the distance, he was overjoyed, and in a flash, he disappeared into the darkness.

In the distance, there is the last factory, which is the feed mill. When I first entered the starch factory, the feed factory was still brightly lit, but at this moment, it was suddenly completely dark, with only a few street lamps flashing with a faint light.

Although Xue Lang didn't know when the lights were turned off in this factory, it was against common sense to suddenly turn off the lights at this sensitive time.

In just three or two minutes, Xue Lang entered the feed processing factory, which was still wafting with musty smell and dust.

Smelling the faint smell of mildew in the air, Xue Lang already had a preliminary judgment, and only the last relevant evidence was missing.

Just approaching a 500-ton granary, wanting to see if the raw material was rice, suddenly, several figures hidden in the shadows made him retract his steps.

Looking at a few figures in the shadows more than thirty meters away, Xue Lang's heart moved, and then quietly sneaked to the workshop.

Turn off the lights and be on guard, who believes in no ghosts? There's definitely something greasy here!

Xue Lang quietly touched a workshop where the dust had not yet dissipated, and then smelled the strong musty smell unique to grain mildew.

With the faint light, Xue Lang grabbed the scattered items from the exit of the equipment and took a look, sure enough, this was a rice processing workshop and not a feed workshop.

Although the specific color of the rice in his hand could not be seen in the faint light, Xue Lang had confirmed that this was the rice processed from moldy rice, but it had not yet been soaked.

Throwing away the rice in his hand, Xue Lang observed it, and touched forward along the traces that had just been cleaned on the ground.

At the end, Xue Lang's footsteps stopped.

The front is a wall, there is no exit.

How so?

Stretched out his hand and touched the wall, and knocked lightly, the cold and heavy feeling transmitted back made Xue Lang very puzzled, and then he began to check at the bottom.

Sure enough, there were scattered grains of rice under the cracks in the wall, and it seemed that the wall was hanging in the air.

After looking around and finding no mechanism, Xue Lang quietly left the workshop, and then saw the whole picture of the workshop.

It's cunning......

Judging by the length of this workshop observed inside, it is at least 30 meters different from the outside. In other words, the rice processing is only half of the section, and the other half is separated.

Touching the location of the other half of the factory, and just about to sneak in, the two figures hidden in the shadows made Xue Lang pause again.

It's pretty tight......

Xue Lang thought for a moment and touched it quietly.

In the dark, the two people were staring vigilantly around, and suddenly, they felt a gust of wind blowing at the same time, and at the same time as their eyes were dark, a pain hit their hearts, and they fell down almost at the same time with a muffled snort.

Quickly stunned the two of them, Xue Lang reached out and grabbed the two fallen bodies, carefully put them down, and then untied the shoelaces of the two of them, and came a Su Qin back sword, tied the thumbs of the two of them firmly, gagged their mouths with their gloves, and threw them into the shadows.

After getting the two of them done, Xue Lang took out the master key, opened the locked small door, listened a little, and after confirming that no one was there, he touched it in.

When Xue Lang saw that the wall was blocked by an angle iron shelf, one side was hung with granite slabs, and the bottom was a wheel, which confirmed his guess.

On that side, the processed rice is sent here with a conveyor, enters the sprinkler head that sprays the chemical liquid, saturates the spray, and then dries it at a slight heat, and then fills it, and the whole process is on the assembly line. Once there is a problem, close the wall here, and the production workshop there is just a rice processing, which can be falsely called the husking process in the early stage of feed, and there will be no trace.

According to the resentment in his heart, he recorded them one by one, and then touched the finished product warehouse.

The finished product warehouse is also guarded, of course, this level of guard is a piece of cake for Xue Lang, and when he touches the front, he stuns the two of them with a palm.

As concocted, the two of them were tied up and entered the finished product warehouse.

Stacks of feed were read, but Xue Lang couldn't find a bag of rice. Standing in the center of the finished product warehouse, Xue Lang thought back to the secrecy of the production workshop and the direction of the dried rice pipeline, and his eyes lit up, knowing where they had hidden the finished product.

After Xue Lang left the finished product warehouse, he quickly stunned and tied up all the hidden piles he saw, touched the monitoring room in the factory, and stunned the three guys who had no time to react with thunderous means, and then found the place he was looking for on the screen.

Turning off the monitoring equipment and locking the door, Xue Lang quietly rushed to the locked location.

Sure enough, in a bungalow adjacent to the production workshop, Xue Lang found the pipe that passed through secretly and entered the underground.

What a lot of work......

Sighing secretly, Xue Lang cautiously entered a hidden secret door, and in the small room next to the staircase that went down, after knocking out the two guards, he saw the picture he wanted to see.

At the end of the staircase, stacks of rice in different colors are stacked, and needless to say, this is the counterfeiting den I am looking for.

Xue Lang carefully descended the stairs and felt along the gap in the grain stack to the place where there was a sound.

This seems to be the finished product warehouse, the all-cement underground building, in addition to the sound of the ventilation fan turning, there is only the noise not far away, it seems to be rolling the dice, shouting five and drinking, and it is very lively.

I really don't know whether to live or die......

Xue Lang muttered to himself, and then relieved.

This is underground, at least two meters above it, and the sound can't be transmitted at all, and it's normal to make noise inside.

Slowly touching forward, Xue Lang suddenly felt the sound of breathing on the other side, and it seemed that there were still a lot of people.

So many people?

Tightening the two batons he had just taken from the guard at the staircase, he gave up touching in the direction where there was a sound and felt to the other side.

A few seconds later, Xue Lang hid behind the grain stack, looking through the faint light at the place where he was breathing.

The moment he saw it clearly, he frowned and quietly leaned forward again.

In front, there are iron fences, exactly like a prison. Behind the iron fence, the pig's nest-like tattered cotton wool was covered with shirtless figures.

As he got closer, a foul smell gradually thickened, and under the dim light inside, Xue Lang saw these people who were skinny and saw the scars on their bodies.

Oh yes! Not to mention the fake, but also to make a black workshop!!

A surge of anger rose, and Xue Lang slowly approached the nearest fence.

In the fence, someone found Xue Lang, and then slightly propped up his thin body, and looked at Xue Lang who was approaching blankly with godless eyes, but no one spoke.

Xue Lang's gaze swept over them, over their cloudy eyes that were about to pass away, and his eyes were empty, confirming the suspicion in his heart.

More and more people raised their heads and looked at Xue Lang who was holding their mobile phones at them, and they all did not say anything.

Looking at the bald heads, Xue Lang slowly walked from room to room.

As he was walking, his ears suddenly moved, and then in a flash, he disappeared behind the grain stack.

As he disappeared, a big man with a beer belly and a bald head and shirtless head turned around the grain stack, and when he saw that the people behind the fence were all holding their heads, he immediately scolded: "It's all his energy, isn't it?" Don't go to bed yet!! I'm going to work overtime tomorrow to make up for today's amount, don't think it's a break! ”

Everyone behind the fence shook and fell down silently, Xue Lang listened attentively, confirmed that no one was approaching, inserted the baton into his waist, and then flashed, rushed out of the grain stack, pounced on the strong man, and without waiting for the guy to turn around, he slashed at his neck with a palm, and in his muffled snort, the probe grabbed his arm and slowly put it down.

The sudden noise made the bald heads who had just returned to the pile of broken cotton wool steal one after another. Peeping, seeing Xue Lang put down the strong man, the light of survival suddenly appeared in the godless eyes, and before Xue Lang put the strong man down, a weak but listening young voice shouted: "Help me!" Save ......"

When Xue Lang heard this, he stretched out his hand and pointed at him, and quickly dragged him into the grain stack with the strong man's arm.

At the fence, as soon as the thin figure shouted out, he was covered by the person next to him, but the voice still came out.

Xue Lang couldn't care about tying up people, and when he heard the noise over there suddenly stopped, he ran away, and his figure flashed through the gap in the grain stack, and rushed to the other side of the grain stack in a few breaths, and then flew out, punching a guy who was carrying a baton and was about to check, and then threw himself into the crowd pouring out of the opposite room.

These people were all carrying sticks, and the tattoos and bald heads on their bodies made them look extremely vicious, and the moment they saw a figure rushing out of the grain stack and knocking their own people away, they all howled, brandished their sticks and rushed towards Xue Lang.

Xue Lang didn't spare his hand at this moment, his elbows and knees were used together, his fists and feet were on the same page, and in the sound of banging and crackling, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking, a figure flew out.

As the figure rolled, the miserable howl resounded underground, louder and more frightening in the closed underground.

But their screams didn't last long, and in just a few seconds, after Xue Lang knocked everyone down, he knocked out all of them who didn't faint, and then ran into the room where they were, and quickly collected it.

When he saw the short-barreled sand guns, home-made pistols, and air guns with steel balls in the cabinets in the room, which is commonly known as the steam dog, he was puzzled, and then ran out of the door to the strong man who was the first to faint, and splashed a bottle of water, and in just a few seconds, after breaking his two legs and breaking three fingers, he got the information he wanted.

Is it just a den of counterfeiting?

Xue Lang looked at a small stack of rice packaged by his own factory, and confirmed that it was the den he was looking for, but he still did not give up, and after confirming that these people could not move and could not wake up for a short time, he quickly ran out of the ground and interrogated a few more people on the ground.

In the end, except for a lean boss named Hou Ming, nicknamed Brother Monkey, I didn't know anything else, and I didn't know where the boss lived, and most of them were contacted by phone. As for where the rice is sent, I know that most of it goes to some construction sites, or remote places and some low-end rice markets.

Xue Lang always felt that this was not right, but he didn't have time to think, and after confirming that he couldn't find the address called Hou Ming, he took out a new mobile phone, installed a new card, and sent out the recorded videos, those guns, and the videos of those detained people, and then disappeared.