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Time is tight and the task is heavy.

Wang Jianxin squatted in the dark for a while, going over Saiyin Shanda's layout in his mind.The state-owned stores have been scanned, but in such a large provincial capital, it is impossible to have supplies in just that one place.Farms and ranches, train stations, and material bureaus must have warehouses in these places.

He stood up and walked north along the street.

After wandering around for more than half an hour, he finally found his next target.

A warehouse of a state-owned farm and ranch.The warehouse is not small, more than twice as big as the state-owned store. There are several tractors and various farm tools parked outside, and there are a lot of things piled in the yard.

Wang Jianxin observed in the far corner for a while.There are people on duty at the farm and ranch, and the lights are on in the house, but there are not many people, just two or three.Neither did the patrol.

"It's all mine." Wang Jianxin thought to himself and quietly walked around to the back of the warehouse.

Leaning against the wall, my spiritual sense penetrated in - there was no one inside.With a thought, he entered the space, passed through the wall, and entered the warehouse.

The smell in the warehouse is overwhelming.Piles and piles of pesticides and fertilizers, neatly stacked.Next to it are seeds—wheat seeds, barley seeds, grass seeds, bags after bags, stacked in several rows.

Wang Jianxin’s eyes lit up.Seeds are good stuff.There are so many open spaces in the space, and we are short of seeds.Although he was no longer interested in farming, there was always no harm in growing some pasture to feed his livestock and growing some grain to store.

In addition to seeds, there is also fuel.Several large iron drums of diesel and gasoline were leaning against the wall.Next to it is a pile of spare parts, parts used in agricultural machinery, large and small, packed in wooden boxes.

Another area is for maintenance tools.Wrenches, hammers, screwdrivers, pliers, all types, as well as lubricants, butter, and engine oil, buckets after buckets.

Wang Jianxin stood in the middle of the warehouse, his consciousness released, and everything within a five-meter range was under control.

Pesticides and fertilizers - Harvest.Seed - Harvest.Diesel and gasoline - collected.Spare parts - collected.Tools - collected.Lubricant - close.

Nothing in the warehouse is left, everything has gone into the space.

After finishing the collection, Wang Jianxin came out through the wall and walked around to the front of the warehouse.

There are several tractors parked in the yard, as well as various types of seeders, plows, and rakes.The stuff is good, made in the Soviet Union, and looks quite new.

But Wang Jianxin crouched in the dark and watched, but did not dare to take action.

There is a duty room in the yard, the lights are on, and there are people inside.

"Forget it, let's not get rid of these for now." Wang Jianxin thought to himself, "There are plenty of tractors, not least of which are these. Let's talk about it later when we have the opportunity."

He turned around and left the farm and ranch and rushed to his next destination.

This time the target is the railway terminal.

Saiinshanda is a transportation hub. The railway leads to China in the south, Ulaanbaatar in the northwest, and I don’t know where it goes in the east.There must be a warehouse at the train station, and it will not be small.

Wang Jianxin walked in the dark for nearly an hour before reaching the vicinity of the train station.

The train station is bigger than he thought.Several railroad tracks ran side by side, and several trains of freight cars were parked.There are seven or eight warehouses lined up along the railway line, large and small.

“But Wang Jianxin lay down behind a pile of wooden boxes and observed for a while, and his heart skipped a beat.

The warehouse is divided into two parts.One section seemed to be for civilian use, and the guards were loose. There was an old man guarding the door.The other area is different - surrounded by barbed wire, with a guard box at the door, soldiers standing guard, and patrols inside.The architectural style of the warehouse is also different, stronger and more regular. Page (1/3)