Assassination
For a long time, Kunlun Demon Realm Co., Ltd.'s production base had maintained a policy of being lax on the surface but strict underneath. It had finally paid off. A carefully plotted theft had not only failed, but every member of the operation had been wiped out, with no one escaping.
No company would be willing to spend so much money—or have the connections—to staff every position with retired scouts working three shifts, while also equipping the place with professional security devices.
Even a single security guard's salary was close to ten thousand yuan. Outside, that kind of income would probably belong to someone at least at the manager level. So how could Dai Zhou and Sun Xunli, the higher-paid section chiefs, dare not fight to the death for their jobs? Even when they were left battered and bruised, they did not care.
You did as much work as you were paid for. At the very least, you had to live up to your salary. In their view, that was only common sense.
If you paid employees a fixed salary of just two thousand yuan a month, yet expected them to develop a sense of ownership, take the initiative, and work themselves to death, even state-owned enterprises would not dare say such things out loud. It was only worth hearing as a joke. Taking it seriously would be foolish—otherwise, you might as well hand the letter to Garcia's enemy. (The Letter to Garcia was something companies specifically used to fool employees into accepting exploitation and taking the blame.)
The NanHu District Public Security Sub-bureau's progress in following the trail was remarkably efficient. Starting with the arrest of the first accomplice, Liu Yawen, the subsequent operation to close the net was over in less than twenty-four hours. This also had