Chapter 142 Asian Games Security Dog 2 It has the word "Patrol" printed on it...

How long has it been since Little Lightning felt the joy of running? Little Lightning couldn't remember.

But she remembers that when she first learned to run, her mother was still by her side. Only later, her mother became a medal, never to return.

However, that medal had already guided her future path. No matter how bumpy the road, no matter how she fell, no matter how she was on the verge of death, she would do her best to get up, stand up, and run!

She wants to take the baton from her mother and become the best drug-sniffing dog! The best!

The whistle blew, and a bolt of lightning shot out. Although her body was half light-colored and half dark-colored, like half a new dog and half an old dog pieced together, it didn't matter.

The summer sun shines brightly, the summer flowers are in full bloom, and the summer lightning will surely be the most dazzling thing!

Unfortunately, after only half a day of training, Qiu Xiaoman stopped her from training. Little Lightning looked aggrieved and clung to Qiu Xiaoman's knee, full of confusion: "Why? I can still run."

"Uncle Zhou said that since you've just returned to the training field, you can't go all out with too much intensity right away. You have to take it slow," Qiu Xiaoman said, affectionately stroking her head. "What's the rush? We can wait a few months, can't we wait a few days?"

Little Lightning buried her head in her arms and said sweetly, "But I can still run. I want to pass the selection quickly, I want to go to the army, and I want to act with my brother."

“It won’t make a difference if you train for a few more days. During the first week, your training time will gradually increase each day. Today it will be two hours, tomorrow two hours and fifteen minutes, and the day after tomorrow two and a half hours.” Qiu Xiaoman had to make her accept the transition period arrangement. After all, the dog had suffered bone injuries in both its forelimbs and hindlimbs, so she had to be careful.

Little Lightning was a little frustrated, but still wanted to try again. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "How about adding half an hour of climbing?"

"No, it would be terrible if he fell." Qiu Xiaoman disagreed, safety first.

Little Lightning asked again, "Then... add another half hour to the search?"

"No, we need to make sure your physical condition has returned to normal before you can start skills training. Listen, little guy, you must stay calm. This is also a test for you. I know you really want to do well, but you must cherish your current good health and not repeat the same mistakes." Qiu Xiaoman wasn't talking about Duan Jiahao abusing Xiao Shandian, but about Xiao Shandian himself getting injured when he was in the army because he charged too far ahead.

This is fatal for drug-sniffing dogs.

Courage is a rare and precious quality, but inappropriate courage is tantamount to recklessness and foolishness.

Little Lightning needs to work on his temperament. He needs to calm down, slow down, and be still. Only by protecting himself can he better outwit and outmaneuver criminals.

Little Lightning finally listened. She thought for a moment, tilted her head, and asked, "Will there be skills training starting next week?"

"Yes," Qiu Xiaoman gently stroked her back. "Take it slow, add it little by little. It's good to have an adaptation process. Besides, I've shown your training plan to your brother, and he trusts it. If I suddenly add more training for you, he would definitely worry, right?"

Little Lightning nodded seriously: "Is my brother still here?"

"They went to Yunnan and will be back in a while." Qiu Xiaoman wasn't quite sure about the timing of the military operation, but before Captain Lu and the others left, Xiang Xian sent over a photo of Zhui Feng.

Wearing a military dog ​​uniform, standing at the front of the line, he looked majestic and handsome. However, she didn't show the photo to Little Lightning. She knew Little Lightning's personality; seeing it would only make him more restless and eager to catch up with his brother, so as not to tarnish his mother's glory.

She stood up, holding the dog's leash: "Let's go back and rest. I have other things to do."

Little Lightning obediently followed. All the other dogs had already rested in the kennel, but she was the only one who made an exception. She came last and kept pestering the trainer for extra training.

So much so that when she entered her kennel, the other dogs immediately started complaining.

"Hey, newbie, what are you up to? You're not the only dog ​​with a trainer."

"Exactly, why should we have someone to chat with just for us? We also want a trainer to keep us company."

"If you do that again, we won't play with you anymore, hmph!"

Little Lightning felt very ashamed and immediately apologized to everyone: "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"Then you have to keep your word, otherwise you're a bad dog."

Little Lightning assured, "Don't worry, whoever cheats is a little dog!"

"You're a puppy anyway!"

"Alright." Little Lightning thought for a moment, "Then whoever cheats will be eliminated and won't pass the test!"

"That's more like it." The dogs felt better and stopped bothering her, instead barking and chatting with her.

Some asked her where she came from, some asked her if she remembered who her parents were, and some even asked her if she still had any dogs in the world.

The trainer had taught her about these issues before her retraining. She couldn't mention her martyr mother or her mother's profession. So, following the trainer's instructions, she replied, "I'm a stray dog. I don't remember who my parents are. I also have an older brother who's very capable. He's already a military dog."

"Wow, a military dog! That's amazing!" The dogs that had initially had a problem with her instantly changed their attitude, their eyes filled with envy and admiration.

It seems that she also shares in her brother's glory.

She suddenly felt a little sad. If only she hadn't been hurt, she could have been like her brother, someone other dogs envied.

Just as she was feeling sad, a dog in the kennel diagonally opposite her barked twice at her.

The kennel has six rows in total. Only one row has police dogs that have passed the test and are officially on duty. The rest were recruited for the Asian Games and given the honorary title of "security dogs". In reality, they are not officially employed and their future is uncertain.

Therefore, everyone had great respect and admiration for the row of police dogs, and Little Lightning was no exception. She listened attentively to the greyhound's instructions.

The greyhound didn't really say anything, just told her that the trainer was a very friendly and patient human woman, and that she shouldn't be influenced by the dogs. He told her that she could make requests to the trainer if she had any, and that it was okay.

Little Lightning was very grateful; this greyhound was the friendliest of all the dogs to her.

She suddenly became curious: "Sister, what's your name? Are you also a dog trained by this trainer?"

“My name is Grey.” Grey said gently through the kennel fence. “Before I met my owner, I was just an ordinary rural dog. I had never even left the mountains where I lived.”

"Master? Who is your master?" Little Lightning was completely confused.

Grey chuckled and said, "It's that trainer from earlier. Although I had masters before, it was only after following her that I realized how big the outside world is. So she is my only master now and in the future. But in public, I still have to call her trainer, otherwise it won't look good."

"Oh." Little Lightning suddenly realized that this older sister knew so much. She wanted to learn more from her, so she humbly asked, "Sister, how did you become a police dog?"

"It was just a chance encounter. My owner came to our area to catch human traffickers, but she didn't have enough manpower, so she mobilized all the dogs in our village to help. That's when she took a liking to me, and later I followed her here, living a good life eating meat and gnawing on bones. You can do it too, little sister! You're a Kunming dog, right? Look at my neighbor's dog, his name is Mingming, he's the same breed as you." Grey called out to Mingming as she spoke.

Mingming barked incoherently, "Shut up, I'm gnawing on a bone, you guys chat."

Little Lightning laughed. This older brother was so funny. He clearly had his ears perked up, listening to their conversation, but he pretended to be nonchalant. She barked and said, "Hello, Brother Mingming. You can eat slowly. Can you teach me some skills sometime?"

"Sure, sure, you can go through the security dog ​​training first. Once you pass, you can stay and receive police dog training. After you pass the police dog training, you can go on missions with me." Mingming rarely said a few more words, then he turned away with the bone in his mouth, ignoring everything else.

He's only doing this because they're both Kunming dogs; otherwise, no one would dare disturb him gnawing on the bone, hmph.

Little Lightning was especially happy. She stuck out her tongue and barked at Gray, "Sister Gray, Brother Mingming is so interesting! Have you ever gone on a mission together?"

"Yes, I have." Grey was very patient. After all, this dog was brought here by her owner. A dog that receives such patient guidance from its owner must have potential; otherwise, it wouldn't be worth it, right? So Grey talked a bit more, about her training and assessments, about her first mission after becoming a police dog, about her…

Little Lightning became more and more fascinated and surprised as she listened. She realized that this human woman was so remarkable. No wonder the military invited her to give her brother and the others special training.

She must cherish this rare opportunity and work hard.

The two dogs chatted and chatted until all the other dogs fell asleep. Gray looked at the time and yawned, "Sleep well, Little Lightning. Your future is not a dream. Everything will be alright. Be patient."

Little Lightning felt completely at ease. She lay down in the kennel, looked through the bars at the big, round, bright moon overhead, and smiled from the bottom of her heart.

This was the most peaceful night she had had in months; she fell asleep in less than two minutes.

This was a sleepless night for Liu Kun. Qiu Xiaoman returned to her residence and had just taken a shower when she received a call asking her to be dispatched on short notice.

"Not bringing the dog?" Qiu Xiaoman didn't understand. "Captain Meng, what am I supposed to do if I don't bring the dog?"

"Our guide in Yunnan is injured. We're not sure if hiring someone temporarily will arouse suspicion, or if they'll be reliable. So, Captain Lu wants you to go there." Captain Meng said helplessly. He hadn't expected that the military operation would require Qiu Xiaoman's support.

Actually, the guide is secondary; the main thing is that Qiu Xiaoman can communicate with birds and animals so that if any escape, she can remedy the situation in time.

This was a choice made by the Marine Corps after comprehensive consideration.

Moreover, Qiu Xiaoman grew up in Yunnan and speaks Vietnamese. She alone can take on three roles—guide, translator, and trainer.

Qiu Xiaoman naturally understood her importance and quickly asked, "How do I get there?"

"Go to the Criminal Investigation Department and find Lao Wen. He's already booked your plane ticket. Just take the plane and leave." That was all Captain Meng could do, but he still gave an extra reminder: "Don't be reckless when you get there. No matter how well you know the locals, you don't know how to use a gun. Be careful in everything you do. Don't rush to the front. Always stay behind the soldiers. Got it?"

"Understood, Captain Meng. I'll be careful." Qiu Xiaoman hung up the phone, opened the closet to pack her clothes. Skirts were out of the question, too inconvenient, so she opted for shirts and trousers. The rainforests of Yunnan were prone to snakes, insects, and rodents, so she brought insect repellent and medicated oil.

When I finished packing and came out with my backpack, I found Liu Kun standing in the entryway.

Her sneakers were laid out in front of him, neatly arranged and clean white.

Although he didn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, he wasn't stupid. She was packing her bags late at night; she must be going on a business trip.

He couldn't interfere, so he could only try to remain calm and say, "Is one pair enough? If not, the other pair is almost dry too. I should have washed it yesterday."

He did indeed wash Qiu Xiaoman's shoes. It wasn't that she didn't have time; rather, he had already washed her shoes every time she came home from get off work.

The pair he said weren't dry were because it rained yesterday, and he washed them after the weather cleared up today.

I didn't expect that after I finished brushing, it still wasn't dry.

But that doesn't matter. As long as there are replacements, that's fine. Besides, we still have plastic bags at home, right?

So Qiu Xiaoman replied, "Here you go, put it in a bag, I'll take it with me, thank you."

Liu Kun silently went to the balcony, put the shoes in a bag, and handed them to Qiu Xiaoman.

Qiu Xiaoman packed the shoes, her hand on the doorknob, but she hesitated to open it. After a long pause, she turned back and said, "This mission is quite dangerous. If I don't come back—"

“Then I’ll jump.” Liu Kun interrupted her directly, looking away and staring at the doorknob, stubbornly repeating, “I really will jump. If you don’t want me to die, you’ll have to come back alive.”

"Why bother?" Qiu Xiaoman didn't understand. Was it really necessary? She and he had feelings for each other, but it wasn't that serious. They had only walked a part of the road together. This person was too extreme. If she could come back, she would have to talk some sense into him.

She wasn't his everything, no, to be precise, she wasn't anyone to him, just a friend, nothing more.

Seemingly knowing what she wanted to say, Liu Kun stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and pressed it against his heart: "He's not an ordinary friend, he's a madman who would jump off a building if you died."

Qiu Xiaoman gave in and tried to push him away, but he pulled her into his arms: "Are we going to Yunnan? You don't need to say anything. I know the rules. If not, just push me away."

Qiu Xiaoman didn't want to lie to him.

He understood, and pressed her down even harder, but in the end he couldn't resist and leaned closer.

He would accept being pushed away. If something really happened to her, at least he would have kissed her, and if he died then, he wouldn't have any regrets.

If you ask him why, he doesn't know. It's probably because he has had too little in his life. Once he has grasped one thing, he doesn't want to let go. It's that simple.

Even though he felt ashamed of himself and knew she might beat him up, he still wanted to give it a try.

But she didn't hit him, she didn't.

She is like a quiet banyan tree, her slender bangs are her drooping branches, and her fiery breath is her vibrant life.

She neither pushed him away nor hit him; her branches swayed gently in the wind.

The wind begins to rise, and the branches begin to entwine.

Her backpack had fallen to the ground at some point, but with her clothes and shoes cushioning the fall, it shouldn't have damaged her mobile phone.

Unfortunately, the summer clothes were too thin, and Liu Kun's head was injured when he fell. He couldn't hold back and was immediately slapped.

His rapid breathing couldn't stop; only his hands, which didn't know what to do, stopped. He buried his face in her hair, his voice muffled and filled with shame: "I'm sorry."

Qiu Xiaoman didn't speak. Her breathing was erratic, and her thoughts were a mess. She straightened her disheveled clothes, grabbed a handful of her tangled bangs, and realized it was a complete mess. Helpless, she had no choice but to untie her ponytail and tie it up again.

The man's lips kissed her again, taking advantage of the moment when she had her arms raised and couldn't slap him.

He even dared to wrap his arms around her waist, like a pilgrim, and devoutly kiss his goddess, her fiery lips.

She could only let the branches droop haphazardly, indulging his madness.

Liu Kun was more excited than ever before. He was almost certain that she had feelings for him, even if it was just as a friend.

In his excitement, he knocked over the entire shoe rack, fell to his knees, and she collapsed against his chest.

His chest was covered in scars and looked ferocious.

He didn't know when the button had popped open, but he knew that his body was so unsightly that he felt awkward and instinctively tried to close his clothes.

Unexpectedly, she pushed him to the ground and leaned down to kiss his wounds.

Those soft lips pressed against his rugged skin, burning him so much that his whole body tensed up and he couldn't stop trembling.

In an instant, his consciousness blurred, and she realized something and stopped moving.

Embarrassing, indescribably embarrassing. Liu Kun covered his face, speechless at the overwhelming and rapid defeat.

You're so useless. You were just kissed on the chest, and your scars were just seen. Is that all you can do?

If we establish a relationship later, wouldn't I be disappointing her?

He didn't dare look at her face. He stood up in a daze, tidied up the messy shoe rack, went back to the bedroom, closed the door, and went to torture himself.

Qiu Xiaoman hadn't expected this to happen. Thinking back, the last time he had a fever, she saw the wound on his leg, and he was extremely nervous.

Is he too insecure? Or... is it post-traumatic stress? Perhaps both.

She sighed, tidied herself up, gently closed the door, and went on her business trip.

Liu Kun was troubled by this embarrassing reaction all night, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

When dawn broke, I finally couldn't resist and made a call, but for some reason, the phone was switched off.

It's good that the phone is off; he won't have to overthink things anymore. He lay down on the sofa, hugged the landline, and fell asleep.

At this moment, Qiu Xiaoman was dozing off on the plane. It was the first time she had ever been on such a plane, and the engine was so noisy that she couldn't sleep.

Deputy Captain Sun, who had come back specifically to pick her up, was resting with his eyes closed. Seeing her constantly looking out the porthole, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Are you afraid of heights?"

"No, I was just curious and wanted to take a look." Qiu Xiaoman was indeed a little uneasy, but she didn't want to show her apprehension.

Deputy Captain Sun laughed: "Then take your time watching. It's okay. If you really fall, I'll be there to cushion your fall. What are you afraid of?"

"Hey, say something auspicious," Qiu Xiaoman quickly stopped him.

Deputy Captain Sun was quite pleased: "It's not easy, Comrade Qiu actually has a weakness. I'll have to tell Captain Lu later, let him have a good laugh at you."

Qiu Xiaoman rolled her eyes and ignored him.

Having achieved his goal, Deputy Captain Sun closed his eyes to rest. That's how young comrades are; when they're angry, they forget about being afraid.

Until the plane landed, he didn't say anything unlucky, lest he really anger this genius and cause him to quit.

After leaving the airport, the two got into a very ordinary minivan, and the driver turned out to be Yang Miaomiao.

Qiu Xiaoman excitedly called out, "Sister Miaomiao!" Yang Miaomiao patted her shoulder, her gaze sweeping over her neck, and she paused, noticing the obvious hickeys...

Oh well, we're all working adults now, there's nothing wrong with dating.

She didn't ask any more questions, turned around, and focused on driving.

We arrived at the special forces camp when it got dark.

Qiu Xiaoman did not complain about the harsh conditions. She slept with Yang Miaomiao, but taking a bath was a bit of a hassle. She could only fetch spring water and wash herself in the tent.

After they finished tidying up, Yang Miaomiao sat down with her to wash clothes and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No." Qiu Xiaoman denied it subconsciously, then thought for a moment and corrected herself, "There's someone pursuing me, but I haven't said yes to him yet."

He kissed her without even saying yes? That guy's pretty bold! But this was a rather private topic, so Yang Miaomiao didn't ask. She was just curious: "I heard you grew up here?"

"Hmm." Qiu Xiaoman held the sulfur soap and scrubbed her white shirt, suddenly missing the days when she had a washing machine.

Yang Miaomiao was used to it. Special forces often went on field missions. Once Yunnan had its own special forces, they wouldn't need to come all the way from the north to provide support.

But that's for the future; right now, we need to focus on completing this mission.

So she asked about the situation here, the terrain, the local customs, and whether anyone was illegally crossing the border.

Qiu Xiaoman told her everything she knew, but she was still not satisfied and asked curiously, "You really can speak Vietnamese?"

"I know a little." Qiu Xiaoman smiled as she went out to pour water, and when she came back, she taught Yang Miaomiao a couple of sentences.

For example, "Stop!", "Hands up!", and "Surrender and you will not be killed!"

They are all practical.

Although Yang Miaomiao's learning was a bit clumsy, she became more and more enthusiastic as she learned, constantly asking Qiu Xiaoman questions.

So much so that Qiu Xiaoman completely forgot to turn on her mobile phone to let Liu Kun know she was safe.

Poor Liu Kun waited all day and made more than a dozen phone calls, but the phone was always off, so he had no choice but to go to sleep.

This is probably his fate: he has too little, and the person he wants to win over is someone who is never home.

He brought it on himself, so he has no one to blame but himself.

But the nights alone were really hard to bear, so he simply cleaned the whole room, wiping the windows and mopping the floor, using his busyness to dispel his inner unease.

I was busy until 1 a.m., and I couldn't bear to call her again, in case she was asleep. So I went to sleep.

The next morning, he called again, but the phone was still switched off.

Unfortunately, Qiu Xiaoman couldn't turn on her phone anymore because the assembly whistle was blown in the middle of the night.

Lu and his team had previously received information from informants that a cross-border drug trafficking group would be meeting at a designated location in two days.

In order to familiarize themselves with the terrain in advance, the special forces had to set off overnight.

Qiu Xiaoman was a key protected individual, and soldiers were stationed around her from all sides, including two skilled close combatants, a sniper, and Yang Miaomiao.

Qiu Xiaoman didn't even need a map; he simply followed the location name given by his informant and led his troops to the exact rendezvous point that very afternoon.

The drug-sniffing dogs immediately scattered, with one dog and one person working together to conduct a thorough sweep of the area.

As Zhui Feng passed by her, he took a sniff and, sure enough, smelled his sister. Reassured, he went on to carry out his mission.

Not all the people walking the dogs are handlers; some are ordinary soldiers from special forces. They are all selected and regularly train with drug-sniffing dogs, so they are not temporary partners and their movements are natural and smooth.

Qiu Xiaoman, although she joined temporarily, had given the dogs two months of special training in the army, and since she could communicate with the dogs, she should naturally be assigned a dog as well.

However, this time the Marine Corps didn't include her in their calculations.

She looked at Captain Lu in surprise, but Captain Lu shook his head and remained silent.

Qiu Xiaoman then looked at Yang Miaomiao, who whispered, "Your main role today is that of a guide, not a trainer."

Okay. Qiu Xiaoman obeyed the instructions.

After clearing the area, the troops withdrew, with a special rearguard responsible for removing footprints and restoring the woodland to its original state.

Back at the canyon in front of the mountain where they were camped, Qiu Xiaoman took out a pen and paper and drew a simple map of the terrain, highlighting several entrances and exits.

After finishing the drawing, she handed the hand-drawn map to Captain Lu: "Here to the west, you can quickly hide in the mountains. Keep a close eye on this road. Also, there's a small path south of here, worn down by illegal immigrants. You can quickly escape across the border and get to the other side. Keep a close watch on this area too. And this area, although we didn't see any animal traps today, there definitely are in the past. The contact person must have scouted the area beforehand. Tomorrow might be a different story, so be careful during the operation. If anyone gets caught, you must endure the pain and not scream."

Team Leader Lu looked serious. This was all very valuable information. He quickly called over several squad leaders and asked them to make a few copies of the paintings to take back to their team members for study.

After the training, it was getting late, so Captain Lu arranged for the night patrol and then told everyone to rest.

Qiu Xiaoman lay in the tent, swatted a mosquito dead with a snap, and when she got up to get some mosquito repellent, she finally found her mobile phone in her bag.

She hesitated for a moment, then decided against it. It was already inconvenient to charge her phone in the mountains, and the battery would be low after just a few phone calls. If something happened tomorrow, it would be difficult to call anyone. She decided to save the battery.

So after spraying the floral water, she went to sleep.

Liu Kun endured another agonizing night. He suddenly regretted not telling her when he arrived so she could let him know she was safe.

Why didn't you say so? How stupid.

This torment continued even after dawn.

Qiu Xiaoman and his group went to lie in ambush nearby early in the morning. According to the time given by their informant, the two groups would meet at noon when it was hottest.

The reason for choosing this time is because we understand the local people's daily routine. After all, with such a scorching sun, who wouldn't want to stay at home?

Unfortunately, special forces don't.

Around 10 a.m., a group of people were already loitering around the area, seemingly checking to see if there were any military or police personnel nearby to ensure their safety.

However, the special forces were a cut above the rest, their infiltration was flawless, and the group searched for a long time but couldn't find any suspicious clues.

However, just in case, they buried more than a dozen new animal traps in several places where people might be hiding. After making all the arrangements, they retreated to the rendezvous point to wait for the person to arrive.

When Lu Dui saw the location where the group had set the animal traps, he couldn't help but give Qiu Xiaoman a mental thumbs up. Unfortunately, some of the ambushing soldiers had blind spots, and they would likely still fall into the traps during the operation—an unavoidable loss that they could only bear.

In any case, yesterday's drawing was prescient enough, and he would give Comrade Xiao Qiu a good commendation after things were done.

Time passed by, and the group of people leaning against the rock took out their dry rations and chatted while eating.

They were speaking Vietnamese, which the soldiers couldn't understand, so they could only stare at each other blankly.

However, Qiu Xiaoman understood that as long as she didn't move, it meant that the plan had not changed for the time being.

Indeed, no changes are needed. After all, although drug dealers are bold and meticulous, they never expected that this time they would alarm the special forces to come and arrest them.

So all they mentioned were public security officers and police officers.

Only one woman, who looked wary, mentioned last year's joint military-police operation.

The man in the lead laughed and said, "Joint operation? I remember they lost several people, didn't they? With such heavy casualties, they won't be doing it again anytime soon. Go back and train properly before coming back. Don't be afraid."

The woman wasn't so optimistic; she still cautiously surveyed the surroundings: "Just in case, we still need to be careful."

"It's alright, the area has already been cleared out, and animal traps have been laid. If anyone comes, they'll definitely get caught. By the time they yell, we'll have more time to run away," the man said nonchalantly. Even though he knew there was a possibility, he didn't want his sister's words to shake their morale.

At 11:45 a.m., the second group of people finally appeared in the sniper's scope.

They pushed several wheelbarrows, disguised as farmers, wearing straw hats and raincoats, walking along while looking around cautiously.

Before entering the target area, they ordered people to disperse to all sides to clear mines and clear the area.

He didn't sweep up any lightning, but he did sweep up a bear trap and almost got caught. The man pulled the trap out of the grass, closed it, and threw it away. He swept a little more before returning to the group, turning at the next intersection, and heading towards the target location.

The troops immediately tightened their encirclement, which happened to be in the area with the animal traps. One soldier got caught in one and almost collapsed in pain. Fortunately, the two groups had already met and were chatting, so they didn't hear the faint rustling sounds coming from the bushes in the distance.

The soldier who was trapped endured the pain and waved his hand to let his comrade continue forward. Qiu Xiaoman had already noticed him, but she could not act on her own and could only watch helplessly.

The encirclement continued to shrink, and seeing that someone else was about to step into the animal trap, Qiu Xiaoman had no choice but to close her eyes.

Another lone soldier lay dead in the grass, gritting his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain. I truly admire their perseverance.

The encirclement continued to shrink, and the third soldier fell.

Similarly, he used his strong willpower to fight against his body's instincts.

This was the first time Qiu Xiaoman had seen the soldiers' indomitable spirit up close, and she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe. However, she couldn't move at the moment and could only wait to find herbs to help them stop the bleeding.

Five minutes later, the seller lifted the sack covering the wheelbarrow, revealing the snow-white heroin inside.

Lu's eyes narrowed, and he immediately waved to the sniper behind him.

The sniper knew to aim for the seller's head between the eyebrows and kill him with a single shot.

A sudden change occurred; the instant the seller's leader fell, both the buyer and seller drew their guns.

Before Qiu Xiaoman could react, all she could hear was the sound of gunfire.

Immediately following was the command of the Marine Corps: "Quickly, medics go rescue people, one team block the western route, two and three teams chase south! Special mobile team stay behind to protect the guide!"

After saying that, he led the three teams out.

The second and third teams face the most challenging task, as five drug traffickers are desperately rushing towards the southern border.

Hitting a target, or even killing it, while running is incredibly difficult.

Fortunately, this was a special forces unit, and the battle was over within five minutes.

The western route is over too; they even brought back a woman alive.

When Captain Lu returned, he frowned and looked at Deputy Captain Sun: "Why didn't you just kill her? Keeping her alive is a menace!"

"She didn't fire; she raised her hands in surrender." Deputy Captain Sun had no choice; he had to follow the rules.

That's where the enemy's cunning lies. When they really can't win, they'll surrender, betting that the other side will play by the rules.

Captain Lu didn't want to leave any future trouble, but Deputy Captain Sun was right, so he had no choice but to have her handcuffed and then go forward to check the drugs in the car.

It weighs over 500 kilograms!

How many families will this ruin? I can't even imagine!

In conclusion, mission accomplished. Time to call it a day, collect the bodies, and head home!

This wasn't the first time Qiu Xiaoman had faced death, but it was the first time she had seen so many people die.

I counted them, there were more than twenty in total, some buying and some selling, so I managed to catch them all in one fell swoop, except for the woman who surrendered.

Before the woman could reach her, Captain Lu rushed forward, blocking Qiu Xiaoman's body, and then put a baseball cap on her head: "Don't look, don't let her see your face."

Qiu Xiaoman understood.

The special forces soldiers wore helmets and camouflage, making them hard to spot, but she only wore camouflage, making her easy to recognize.

I should have covered my head with a scarf; I'll improve next time.

Fortunately, the woman was taken to the front, so I didn't see what she looked like.

Qiu Xiaoman walked behind, feeling quite relieved. She had originally planned to look for herbs, but seeing that the three injured people had already received professional treatment, she decided not to worry about it anymore.

This time they were able to go back to the city to rest. They took a good shower and slept for the night at the local military guesthouse.

Because she was too tired, Qiu Xiaoman forgot to turn on the device and charge it, and just fell asleep.

On the return trip the next day, Captain Lu did not allow Qiu Xiaoman to appear in public at all. He only praised her a few times in private.

She knew this was for her protection.

The military vehicles drove very fast, but even so, they didn't return to Beidu until the third day.

Unfortunately, the mobile phone ran out of power. Qiu Xiaoman removed and reinserted the battery, but it still wouldn't turn on, so she had to give up.

When she returned to her residence and opened the door, she saw Liu Kun's disheveled appearance with a full beard and messy hair, looking exactly like a wild man.

She smiled apologetically: "I was too busy and didn't have time to think about it. Then the power went out."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the man fall down in front of her, sprawled out on his back, fast asleep.

Asleep...

Has he not slept for a week? Is he crazy?

She pulled him up, carried him to the bed, put him down, turned on the air conditioner, and then went out to take a shower.

She slept soundly, and when she woke up the next day, Liu Kun was still asleep.

However, since she had the day off today and didn't need to go to the base, she went to cook.

While she was busy, someone grabbed her beard from behind and poked her neck.

Enraged, she slapped him directly.

Liu Kun didn't dodge; he took the slap squarely, then held her tightly, refusing to let go.

Qiu Xiaoman couldn't stand it anymore. She turned off the gas stove and urged him to take a shower: "You smell like sweat. Don't touch me."

"Okay." Liu Kunzhen went to take a shower, shaved, brushed his teeth, and changed into a clean shirt and trousers.

When I came out, I was finally a civilized person.

Qiu Xiaoman sat on the sofa, holding a cup of cold tea, and slowly savored it.

The teacup was snatched away and placed on the coffee table with a clatter, the glass hitting the ceramic with a crisp sound.

It's like two fragile people colliding, and it's quite crisp.

In the chaos, his shirt opened again, exposing his hideous wounds to his beloved, and he collapsed once more, utterly defeated.

He just gave her a kiss, a kiss on the neck and chest, and it was all for naught. He stopped, frustrated, and ran a hand through his hair: "I guess I'm not much of a man."

Qiu Xiaoman couldn't comment on this matter; she knew he had been utterly defeated both times. Even if it was just a kiss or a hug, through his clothes, she knew exactly what was going on.

The moment a man's brute strength dissipates, he becomes useless.

Based on his experience, she could only speculate that he must have been injured in vital areas when he was captured and tortured by the Liu family. If that was the case, it was quite a pity.

If not, then it's a psychological factor.

She advised, "Go and take a look."

"What if I never get better?" Liu Kun turned his face away, avoiding her gaze.

This has happened twice; he knows she knows.

For a man, the most shameful thing is being impotent; the feeling of wanting to but being powerless is truly unbearable. Thankfully, it didn't come to that, otherwise he would never have the face to see her again.

Although he is indeed still young, what if? What if he stays like this forever?

Qiu Xiaoman didn't know that before this, she had never been in a relationship or been intimate with anyone like this; he was the first.

But she knew she was aroused, and the feeling was a little uncomfortable, like a dam filled with water but unable to find an outlet to release it.

She thought for a moment and said seriously, "If you don't get better, I'll find someone else. I won't compromise myself. I hope you won't do anything rash. I've given you a chance."

Liu Kun remained silent. Frustration drained him of all his strength, leaving him like a withered bamboo, unable to straighten his manly spine.

He was in so much pain, and Qiu Xiaoman was having a hard time too.

She didn't even know how it started, or how she ended up having physical contact with him without even realizing it.

In short, she accepted it, even indulged it repeatedly. Now that the crucial step can't proceed, it's not her fault.

But she still wanted to give him some time.

She straightened up, cupped his face in her hands, and gently kissed his forehead: "I'll give you time. If it needs treatment, then treat it. If it can't be cured, don't blame me."

Liu Kun wanted to ask her how much time she could give him, but he didn't dare to ask. Asking would be tantamount to announcing his sentence, and he didn't want that.

He went to the hospital in the afternoon, and the test results showed that everything was normal.

He didn't understand: "Then why is that?"

"Given your previous experience with injury, you might need to see a psychologist." The urologist was also helpless and could only suggest that he try other departments.

When he was standing in the mental health clinic, the doctor asked him to take off his shirt. He struggled for a long time but refused to cooperate.

The doctor immediately buried himself in writing the case notes, one section of which read: "Psychogenic erectile dysfunction is generally caused by post-traumatic stress disorder. Extensive scars on the body become a constant visual reminder, leading to severe body image disorder and intense feelings of shame. This causes the patient to develop a distorted belief that she is unworthy of love and that she will tarnish her. Professional trauma treatment is necessary..."

The last paragraph reads: "Your partner's understanding and encouragement are especially important. Please go to the doctor with your partner so that they can receive professional guidance and prevent them from unintentionally causing secondary harm."

Before the doctor could say anything after writing down the medical record, Liu Kun snatched it and ran away.

The doctor shrugged helplessly: "How can this be treated? I'm so worried."

However, Qiu Xiaoman was not worried. She had calmed down. The water in the dam had receded, and everything was fine.

As long as Liu Kun doesn't seduce her, everything will be fine; she can be patient.

She continued to leave early and return late as usual, either busy at the base or in the factory. They were all her furry children, and she couldn't neglect either of them.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and the two lived peacefully together, as if nothing had happened.

During this period, three new trainers arrived at the base. One was to fill the vacancy left by Wu Lili's internship, and the other two were expansion quotas that Team Leader Meng secured under the guise of the Asian Games.

They're all men, unlike Fang Jiadong who's petty and Wu Lili who's cunning and deceitful. That's good.

Time flies, and before I knew it, it was already September. All the security dogs at the base had been trained, and Little Lightning was among them.

The base also customized special uniforms for the security dogs, with the word "patrol" printed on them in bold and large font, making them look very impressive.

They look so impressive when they put them on.

Qiu Xiaoman specially borrowed the Polaroid camera from Liu Kun last time to take some commemorative photos of Xiao Shandian and Mango.

Little Lightning sent it to Captain Lu, asking him to take it to Chasing Wind for a look.

Up until now, Qiu Xiaoman has not revealed to Xiaoshandian that Zhuifeng was involved in drug enforcement. One reason is to protect Zhuifeng so that Xiaoshandian doesn't let it slip to other dogs, and the other is to protect Xiaoshandian so that she doesn't get too anxious and cause an accident.

In short, she wants to protect every single furry friend.

And so, the Asian Games are just around the corner. This is an unprecedented event for the people of the whole country, and Qiu Xiaoman is quite looking forward to it.

When she got home from get off work that evening, she didn't see Liu Kun.

After looking around, he found the note on the coffee table. He had made an appointment with a specialist and was going to see a doctor in another city.

Qiu Xiaoman suddenly realized why he had been so well-behaved these past few months; he had been working hard to treat his illness.

That's good, it won't put pressure on her.

She needed to be on duty early the next day, so she got up at five o'clock to go there early, encourage the dogs, and put them at ease so that they wouldn't be under too much pressure and make mistakes.

When the assembly whistle blew, the dogs came out in droves, quickly taking their positions according to their usual training. Each one was spirited and full of energy.

Qiu Xiaoman was quite satisfied. She whistled to signal them to relax and squat down on the ground. She also sat cross-legged on the ground, chatting with them like an old friend, telling them stories of her encounters with some dogs and her experiences responding to police calls.

There were also some separations and sadness, such as Xiaohua, Xiaobai and Afu. She still doesn't know where the three of them went.

In the end, the dogs comforted her, saying that if fate allowed, they would meet again.

Having achieved her goal, Qiu Xiaoman said with a smile, "Then you guys have to perform well, so I can brag to the three of them that the security dogs I trained are all incredibly skilled, and bad guys don't dare to break the law!"

The dogs barked and barked, all expressing their agreement. When the time came, they boarded the bus and, led by six trainers, headed to the venue.

Then they were assigned to each police officer and traffic police officer.

These were all discussed beforehand, so the arrangements were made quickly.

As for the six trainers at the base, two remained to provide support, while the remaining four returned.

The criminal investigation team still has cases to handle, so they can't devote all their energy to the Asian Games. They've done their best to get to this point.

Qiu Xiaoman was also on the way back. Once back at the base, she was immediately assigned a case.

“In Miyun, girls have been going missing for three consecutive months. This is the fourth case. None of the victims have been found. We must find a way to solve this problem.” Captain Meng handed the case file to Qiu Xiaoman.

Qiu Xiaoman glanced at the details and realized that the other party must be very cunning to escape capture time and time again. She needed to find a smart dog that could adapt to changing circumstances.

Huihui and Mingming are pretty good! Dou Lei also joined them, and he chose Xiao Dezi and Maodu.

The two, with their dog, went to the criminal investigation building to meet with the criminal police team before setting off together.

Upon arriving at the local police station, they discovered that Fang Jiadong and his colleagues were the ones cooperating with their operation.

There was no way around it; the crime scene was in Fang Jiadong's current jurisdiction, so they couldn't stop him from participating.

Qiu Xiaoman felt a physical aversion to him upon seeing him, and without even greeting him, she took her dog and went directly to the victim's home to find out what had happened.

When he arrived, a large crowd had gathered in front of the girl's house. Fang Jiadong went up and used a megaphone to shout for a long time, finally managing to disperse the crowd.

Qiu Xiaoman led the dog forward, and suddenly a dog darted out from the crowd, its markings resembling Xiaohua's.

She chased after him almost without hesitation.

When she caught up with someone at the door, she was surprised to find an old acquaintance standing in the yard, looking at her with a complicated expression.

It looked like she was smiling, but it also looked like she was angry. She clearly wanted to show welcome, but the corners of her mouth that were forced up always revealed annoyance.

Qiu Xiaoman's mind went blank for a while before she belatedly asked, "Why are you here?"

The old acquaintance didn't say anything, but silently squatted down and put his arm around Xiaohua's neck in an intimate manner. Almost at the same time, Xiaobai and Afu also came out of the room.

Qiu Xiaoman instinctively reached for the courtyard, but then heard Fang Jiadong shouting through a megaphone from afar, "Hey Qiu, what's wrong with you now? Are you going to investigate the case or not? If not, get the hell out of here!"

Qiu Xiaoman took a deep breath, squatted down, and patted the gray cat: "Go, remember his scent, we'll look for him later."

Otherwise, it would be troublesome if he hid. This person is always cunning; if he really plays hide-and-seek with her, she's not confident she can find him.

Once Huihui remembered the scent and returned, Qiu Xiaoman prepared to leave. However, she still found it unbelievable and intended to go inside to see who else was there. But Fang Jiadong was making a strange noise again, so she had to take care of her business first.