The logistics supply warehouse of the Beiping Headquarters spanned over ten thousand square meters, surrounded by sentries within a three-kilometer radius. It was difficult enough for an ordinary person to break in, let alone steal supplies.
Qin Shuli stood on a tree branch in the distance, watching the brightly lit warehouse district. He felt that tonight, his Space might just burst at the seams. He climbed down from the tree and crept toward the district through the surrounding alleyways, knocking out every sentry he encountered along the way and tossing them into hidden corners. These were just ordinary soldiers, not agents from the Secrecy Bureau or the Party Affairs Bureau, so there was no need to be merciless.
Half an hour later, he bypassed the electric fence surrounding the warehouse district and entered the storeroom furthest from the main gate. Although it was pitch black inside, Qin Shuli could clearly hear the sound of breathing. It seemed the headquarters' logistics department had some brains; evidently, they had been spooked by the supplies lost to the Japanese and the Yangtze Company, so they had arranged guards inside every warehouse. This way, if anyone tried to steal supplies in the middle of the night, the men inside could raise an alarm.
Chapter 182