Chapter 120 The Dog Seeks Revenge for Its Master 1 She must get better, for her master…

In this day and age, many of those who become wealthy are hardworking ordinary people from the lower classes who do business diligently, but they usually only become moderately wealthy and never achieve great wealth.

Those who can be considered extremely wealthy either have a powerful background, or are shameless enough to cross ethical boundaries and exploit legal loopholes to accumulate enormous wealth in a very short time, thus dominating their region.

The obstacle that Captain Zou encountered was backed by a powerful and opportunistic tycoon who also loved to exploit loopholes.

Team Leader Zou looked at Qiu Xiaoman in silence, and after a long while, he said, "You don't need to get involved in this. Just leave it to me."

Qiu Xiaoman didn't understand: "Who is it? Is it that scary? I'm not a kindergarten kid, is it really that serious?"

"I'm doing this for your own good." Captain Zou looked at her seriously. "You're too young; there are some things you can't understand. This matter is different from Liu Yuandou's."

After all, the Liu family is simply shameless. Although they have powerful backers, these are not direct blood relatives; they are merely people who come for profit and then leave for profit.

And this time, the kick landed on...

He thought for a moment and explained, "You need to know that power can be transmitted through blood."

Blood? Transmission? Qiu Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then understood the deeper meaning. In other words, the person selling meatballs was most likely a member of a privileged family.

It's ironic, really. Police officers are supposed to punish evil and eliminate wrongdoing, but now they have to be hesitant to act. It's disheartening.

Qiu Xiaoman sighed helplessly, her anger mixed with deep frustration. She asked, "I don't need you to get involved, but I just want to know, will you bring that person to justice?"

Team Leader Zou turned his back and said, "I'll do my best." He then nudged Wu Shirong, asking him to persuade Wu Shirong.

Wu Shirong was in a terrible predicament. Was he supposed to persuade people about this? He had only honed his talent for painting, not his skills as a persuader.

But what can we do? We can't just stand by and watch Xiao Qiu offend someone we shouldn't offend, can we?

He could only put the sketches into his bag and pull Qiu Xiaoman out, saying, "Come here, I need to tell you something."

Qiu Xiaoman reluctantly followed him out, and before Wu Shirong could speak, she cut off the conversation, saying, "You don't need to persuade me anymore, I understand. Tell Captain Zou that I'm going back, and from now on I'll only be in charge of training the dogs, don't bother me with anything else."

Wu Shirong wanted to say something more, but he saw Qiu Xiaoman leading two dogs and resolutely walking further and further away.

She didn't even want to wait for Captain Zou to arrange for someone to take her back.

On a spring day, everything on the street is reviving and full of life, but Qiu Xiaoman's perception of the world is that of a cold winter, with withered vines and decaying grass, and desolation everywhere.

As we were walking, the system screamed: "Drug dealer! Drug dealer! Drug dealer!"

Qiu Xiaoman stopped and turned around, and sure enough, she saw a Mercedes-Benz arrogantly forcing a taxi to stop next to the green belt. Then, as if no one else was there, it stepped forward, cut into the gap behind the car in front, and started honking its horn impatiently.

Without a doubt, red lights can't stop these kinds of people, and neither can the law.

But the car at the very front didn't move an inch, which infuriated the Mercedes driver, who accelerated and started running like a reckless madman, crashing into it.

Amidst the ear-piercing crash, the innocent car was shoved forward by the Mercedes-Benz, unexpectedly colliding with a bus and a street sweeper traveling in the east and west directions. The commotion startled drivers in all four directions at the intersection, who broke out in a cold sweat.

Qiu Xiaoman rushed forward, only to find the poor car sandwiched between the bus and the sweeper, reduced to a crumpled mess. The driver lay in the driver's seat, covered in blood, while a glossy black local dog in the passenger seat was also unconscious, its fate unknown.

Qiu Xiaoman quickly picked up her mobile phone to call the police and seek help.

He called Shen Qinghuai again, told him the address, and asked him to arrange for a veterinarian to come over. He also asked Shen to find a way to contact people from the TV station and newspaper to go to the scene and get firsthand news.

This is the best way to preserve evidence of the Mercedes driver's crimes and make the matter bigger.

Once things escalate, no matter who the driver's backers are, it won't be easy to get away with it.

Having arranged for the troublemakers, she didn't immediately notify Captain Zou. After all, Captain Zou didn't seem to want to escalate the situation, and the karaoke bar was only three or four hundred meters from the intersection. Once Captain Zou found out, he could get to the scene immediately.

So she wanted to stall for a while and let the traffic police and reporters arrive first.

When she hung up the phone and turned around, she saw the driver of the Mercedes-Benz that caused the accident reversing, preparing to leave.

Fortunately, the nearby drivers were all enraged by this lunatic. In an instant, their instinctive sense of justice drove them to move their cars forward—one, two, three…

In the blink of an eye, the Mercedes was surrounded and unable to move.

He tried to repeat his old trick, but then a volatile, tattooed man rushed over from his right, grabbed a car fire extinguisher, smashed the Mercedes' window, and thrust his muscular arm into the car without warning. He slammed the door open, then climbed inside and, like catching a stinking dead rat, dragged the driver out and pinned him to the ground.

The enthusiastic drivers cheered and got out of their cars to help.

In the blink of an eye, the situation took a dramatic turn, becoming a live trial of the guilty driver by righteous bystanders.

Since the intersection was blocked and no one could get out, they simply surrounded the hazard, forming layers upon layers, trapping it in the middle of the road.

Qiu Xiaoman quickly organized several strong men to try to open the deformed car door so that the ambulance could arrive and rescue the person.

Unfortunately, the car was sandwiched between two vehicles and could not be pried apart by human strength. Everyone tried their best but to no avail, and could only watch helplessly as the golden time for rescue slipped away second by second.

When the traffic police, ambulances, and firefighters arrived, and when the deformed car was finally freed, all that awaited everyone was a futile, procedural rescue.

The driver died with a deformed skull. He never understood why he, a law-abiding citizen who stopped at red lights and went at green lights, had suffered such an undeserved disaster and become a wronged ghost.

He didn't understand, and neither did Qiu Xiaoman.

Many things in this world are so ironic: those who obey the law die a gruesome death, while those who commit adultery and plunder enjoy boundless glory.

At that moment, Qiu Xiaoman realized something profound: equality for all is a long and arduous task.

She must not lose heart or her fighting spirit because of the roundabout strategy of Captain Zou and others!

There are many ways to fight, but training a large, well-trained, modern police dog force is her best method!

As for the saying that you can't touch a tiger's backside, that's not necessarily true. You have to be strategic in everything.

For example, those few interview vehicles parked on the road behind, with reporters carrying cameras and microphones, weaving through the crowded streets, doing their best to get this first-hand news.

They didn't stop at the impassable road conditions, and tried every means to leave evidence of their crimes! So what about herself? Naturally, she also had to think of a way to "inadvertently" expose the true colors of this Mercedes driver in public.

Fortunately, she still had time, and the reporters were quick enough that Captain Zou probably didn't know about the mess here yet.

After reporters from different TV stations and newspapers had taken a lot of valuable first-hand photos, she then dialed the karaoke bar's number and asked the manager there to notify Team Leader Zou to answer the phone.

Just as Captain Zou was about to leave, she received a phone call that surprised her. Didn't she tell Wu Shirong to tell him not to contact her for anything in the future?

She, on the contrary, came to find him right after she finished speaking; she's such a child.

Forget it, he wouldn't argue with a child, and asked with a smile, "Xiao Qiu, what's going on?"

"There's a traffic accident at the intersection south of the karaoke bar, involving two suspects in a missing minor case. Captain Zou, you'd better hurry up, or they'll get away." Qiu Xiaoman used a subtle, underhanded tactic.

Anyway, the cases she took were indeed missing persons cases, not a single word of it was false.

As for who the suspect was, Qiu Xiaoman didn't say it too directly, so as not to make Captain Zou have any reservations.

After hanging up the phone, she heard a series of whimpers behind her. Turning around, she saw that it was the unconscious black dog, which had finally been lifted out of the deformed cab by three or four firefighters.

It's still alive!

Qiu Xiaoman quickly pointed to the spot next to the Mercedes driver: "Put it there. There's gasoline and car debris here, it's not good for the dog."

Without hesitation, the young firefighter quickly moved the dog to the side of the driver of the Mercedes-Benz that had caused the accident.

Qiu Xiaoman stepped forward, grasped the black dog's paw, and began to communicate in dog language, barking incoherently—something most people couldn't understand.

The black dog perked up. Yes, this was the murderer who killed her master. She had to remember the killer's scent, find a veterinarian quickly, and get better soon so she could avenge her master!

She let out a cry, feeling both aggrieved and angry.

Qiu Xiaoman gently stroked her paws: "Don't be afraid, you'll be alright."

Soon, veterinarian Uncle Zhou arrived and, together with Qiu Xiaoman, carried the black dog to the edge of the green belt to provide on-site rescue.

Uncle Zhou checked him over and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's just some internal bleeding, and maybe a concussion, but no fractures or other issues."

Qiu Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief and, together with Uncle Zhou, lifted the black dog into a taxi. The driver was initially reluctant, but Qiu Xiaoman added 100 yuan before he finally agreed.

Once traffic had returned to normal somewhat, the driver took Uncle Zhou away.

Qiu Xiaoman turned around, looked at the barking tripe and chocolate, and then at the Mercedes driver who was about to be taken away by the traffic police. She made up her mind.

She leaned down and asked, "Does he smell like meatballs?"

"Some owners give you so many meatballs!" Maodu exclaimed excitedly.

Chocolate added, "There's some in the car too, it smells so strong!"

At Qiu Xiaoman's command, he untied the dog's leash: "Charge up and bite his trouser leg, but don't hurt him, or they'll have a reason to beat you to death."

The tripe and chocolate immediately rushed towards the traffic police, grabbing the Mercedes driver's trouser leg and preventing him from leaving.

The troublemaker was already hot-tempered, and after taking the pills, he felt that the two dogs were in his way and wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible. He immediately broke free from the traffic police and started fighting with the two dogs.

In the chaos, his pants were torn in two places, and he was about to be exposed.

The traffic police thought it was a rabid dog and immediately began to help. Qiu Xiaoman quickly stepped forward, showing his police badge: "Hello, I am assisting Captain Zou in handling a missing persons case. This is the suspect. He has the scent of the two missing girls on him. Please do not harm my police dog. Thank you for your cooperation."

The two traffic police officers looked at each other, then had no choice but to release the dog's leash and ask, "Are you talking about Captain Zou from the criminal investigation team?"

“That’s right.” Qiu Xiaoman couldn’t tell the traffic police that the man had pills on him, otherwise the drug dealer would go crazy. She looked at her watch and said confidently, “Captain Zou already knows about the situation here and will be here soon.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Captain Zou finally pushed through the crowd of onlookers and stepped forward. Seeing this, Qiu Xiaoman secretly snapped her fingers.

With a ripping sound, the tripe and chocolate ripped the driver's pants apart completely.

Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds filled the air as meatballs fell all over the floor.

Reporters nearby immediately grabbed their cameras and captured this thrilling scene.

Team Leader Zou's face darkened.

The traffic policeman's face darkened.

The onlookers, who knew what the thing was, turned pale.

Only the uninformed masses are still watching the drama unfold.

The driver, who was high on drugs, was still acting crazy, yelling, "Let me go! I'm going to become an immortal, the Jade Emperor, marry ten thousand concubines, and have a million sons! Hahaha, I'm the coolest, the most awesome!"

This crazy behavior is obvious to anyone with eyes; he's been hit on the head!

Even the uninformed bystanders were shocked.

Qiu Xiaoman raised an eyebrow and looked at Captain Zou with an innocent expression: "Is there nothing else for me? I'm leaving."