Chapter 110 Stray Dog's Surprise Attack 4 The entire dog was hanging on the man's pants...
Wu Shirong followed the shorter, fatter man, and as they walked, he realized something was wrong.
This man was just threatening to beat him up, but now he doesn't even react when he hears footsteps behind him.
Considering that this man might be there to silence witnesses, there's only one possibility left—he intends to eliminate him as well.
Wu Shirong subconsciously hesitated for a second, observing the surrounding environment.
This is a slope, the road is narrow, and the forest is dense, making it easy to hide. However, he is too close to the fat robber, so it may not be easy for him to win by taking advantage of the terrain.
In a close-quarters fight, he would have no chance of winning. Although he was very tall, he was very thin and was specially recruited into the criminal police force as a special talent, so his fighting skills were very poor.
Although he had specifically practiced shooting, in the current environment, drawing his gun would only bring greater danger.
After much thought, I could only place my hopes on the cats and dogs following behind me.
He glanced back instinctively, but didn't see Custard Bun or Rabbit. Instead, he saw the big dog that Rabbit had chosen earlier. Since no one had named the big dog yet, he just came up with a name for it: Thousand-Mile Ear. This dog was always keeping its ears perked up, paying attention to its surroundings, and seemed to be a particularly alert dog.
Their eyes met, and Wu Shirong smiled at Qianli'er.
The Thousand-Mile Ear, lying prone in the grass, deliberately opened its mouth, stuck out its tongue, and exhaled two puffs of hot air as a gesture of goodwill.
Although Wu Shirong didn't understand dog language, his intuition told him that Qianli'er was trying to be friendly, so he continued to follow. He nodded to Qianli'er, quickened his pace, and caught up with the fat man, trying to make conversation: "Hey, wait a minute, I need to take a piss. You're not going to hit me while I'm peeing, are you?"
The fat man stopped and reached into his pocket, touching the black star (5|4 style) inside.
Why was this guy following him? Before he could think about it deeply, he subconsciously thought it was because he had punched the guy, and the guy was here for revenge.
But looking at the overly loose sweater on this skinny guy, he couldn't help but become suspicious. He immediately pulled out his Black Star pistol, loaded it, aimed it at the skinny guy, and asked with narrowed eyes, "Who exactly are you? You dare to follow me? You're not here to die, are you?"
“Didn’t I just say that the marriage negotiations with my girlfriend’s family fell through, so I came to find her? You saw it too, my girlfriend is angry with me.” Wu Shirong’s mind raced, and he had already come up with an excuse. “She has a terrible temper. Now she’s going to find a place to pee. If I go with her, she’ll definitely fly into a rage, so I have no choice but to go with you. Anyway, you were with that tall guy from earlier, so you’ll definitely go find him.”
The fat man sneered, "Do you think I'd believe that?"
Wu Shirong pursed his lips helplessly: "Believe it or not. You've got a gun pointed at me, do you think I'd lie? Unless your gun isn't loaded."
"Stop talking nonsense, get ahead of me, hurry up!" The fat man didn't like this skinny guy, who was tall and thin, swaying behind him like a bamboo pole. Who knows what this skinny guy was up to?
It's better to keep it under our noses and find the traitor later, then take him down in one fell swoop.
Wu Shirong did not turn around to look at Qianli'er. He thought, "Xiao Qiu should have some discernment in choosing this dog, right?"
Otherwise, why would Xiao Qiu choose these dogs out of so many stray dogs?
He decided to take a gamble. Besides, hadn't Liu Xuezheng said he would be there to catch up?
The backup police force should have arrived by now, so he can slow down, dawdle, and buy some time.
So far, however, he hasn't seen anyone carrying a long gun, and he doesn't know if they missed each other at another intersection, or...
Thinking of this, a chill ran down his spine. Could it be that when Xiao Qiu entered the forest, those men with long spears were lurking in the shadows and noticed her?
If that's the case, he won't escape the attention of this group of people.
At that time, Liu Xuezheng and his reinforcements might not even arrive before he is shot by someone in the shadows.
This isn't particularly terrible. Although he's still young, he's a police officer after all and has long been prepared to sacrifice himself at any time. It's just a pity about Mimi at home.
I wonder if his parents will take over Mimi's life in the future.
Sigh, I should have called my parents before going on the business trip. Poor Mimi, what if she loses her owner...
Just as he was lost in thought, Wu Shirong heard an angry shout.
The fat man lost patience with him, cocked a gun with a click, took a step closer, and pointed the dark muzzle of the gun at his forehead.
Just then, a strange whistle came from the woods to Wu Shirong's right, sounding like a bird call he had deliberately imitated, but not quite right.
After all, Wu Shirong loved to paint, and he often painted flowers, plants, cats, dogs, fish, insects and birds.
He can distinguish most bird calls.
His intuition told him that it was the fat man's accomplice sending some kind of signal.
Since that's the case, he might as well hold back and continue to drag things out.
So he pretended to be angry: "What do you want? One punch wasn't enough, you want to kill me? You're not just trying to scare me with a toy gun, are you?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up, go ahead." The fat man seemed to listen to the whistle, and immediately put the black star into his arms, went around behind the white-cut chicken, and kicked him.
Wu Shirong was now certain that the person Rabbit was referring to who was holding the long gun was most likely the one who had just whistled.
This is bad; it means that his and Xiao Qiu's every move is being watched by others.
These desperate criminals are indeed not easy to deal with.
Never mind, even knowing there are tigers in the mountains, I have no choice but to venture into the tiger's den.
He obediently walked ahead, muttering to himself, "So you really were carrying a toy gun, weren't you? Don't take it out to scare people anymore, it's not fun."
The fat man didn't want to explain, after all, the second-in-command had just sent him a message, telling him not to kill this man.
Since that's the case, when we're silencing the traitor later, we'll just knock this weakling unconscious.
Unfortunately, this section of road is uphill, and the white-cut chicken is taller than him. If you walk in front of him, it's really not easy to accurately hit the white-cut chicken's neck or the back of the head.
Two minutes later, he finally heard the traitor cry out in pain again. He quickly stepped forward, and using the momentum of his running start, he jumped up and punched the white-cut chicken in the neck.
Wu Shirong felt pain, but he didn't faint on the spot. The reason was that the slope was too steep, making it difficult to exert force.
But he still pretended to fall to the ground and play dead.
The fat man took a few steps closer, deliberately stepped on Wu Shirong's hand, and ground it hard twice. Seeing that he didn't react, he turned around, pushed aside the bushes on his right, and went to look for the traitor.
Wu Shirong, standing behind him, finally breathed a sigh of relief and, enduring the excruciating pain in his hand, slowly sat up.
Soon, the fat man found the traitor hiding in the bushes about ten meters away from the narrow mountain road.
He immediately pulled out his Black Star and pointed it at his former comrade-in-arms: "Sorry, the boss sent me to clean house. Don't worry, I'll take care of your wife and kids after you're gone. As for your share, I'll accept it without hesitation."
They were talking about the cash they stole; if one person didn't get a share, the others would definitely get an extra portion.
The traitor had been forced to join them, and now he had lost a hand. Blood loss, hunger, cold, fear... all surrounded him, and he was dying.
But he still struggled to his feet and begged for mercy, "Good brother, spare me! I just want to go back and see my child. I won't betray you."
"Do you think the boss will believe you?" The fat man turned around with a sneer, ready to fire, but the whistle rang out again, so he had no choice but to put the Black Star in his pocket.
He rummaged through the grass, picked up a stone, and prepared to smash the traitor to death.
Just as he raised the stone, a sudden noise came from behind him, and something swept up to him like a whirlwind. Before he could react, something crawled between his legs, turned its head, and bit his manhood.
In an instant, screams like those of a pig being slaughtered erupted from the mountains and forests.
This is a combat experience that Qianlier summarized after escaping from the hands of countless dog abusers—when dealing with men, you must target their weakest point.
No matter how vicious a person is, once their weak point is hit, they will be finished immediately.
Fortunately, this time, he still didn't make a mistake—or rather, he didn't say anything wrong.
He gripped the man's pants tightly, and to inflict greater pain, he tried to mimic the agile movements of cats, curling up his hind legs so that the dog could cling to the man's pants using only the force of his bite.
Although the fabric may not be able to support it, the area covered by the fabric will not easily break.
Hanging like that only makes it difficult for the man to walk, causing him unbearable pain, but it won't make him fall.
However, it's not safe to leave it hanging like that, since the man is carrying a gun!
Qianlier tightened its grip, and just as the man staggered and was about to fall, reaching for his gun, it immediately released its grip, turned its head, and ran away the way it had come from, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
The fat man fell painfully into the grass, not even noticing that the dog had run away. The intense pain made him lose his mind, so much so that he actually fired a few shots randomly at the surrounding area with his gun.
"bump--"
"bump--"
"bump--"
Three gunshots rang out, startling Wu Shirong so much that he quickly got up and rushed over to check what was going on. Unexpectedly, the fat man had just fired his fourth shot, the bullet whistling through the wind and heading straight for him.
He couldn't help but curse inwardly. At the critical moment, he tripped over something and instantly lost his balance, falling to the ground.
It was in this instant that the bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving him with a superficial cut, along with his clothes.
Two more shots rang out, but he was able to avoid them all because he was lying on the ground.
When the fat man ran out of bullets, Wu Shirong got up and found that a black and white cat had saved him.
Indeed, all cats in the world have angelic faces and hearts, but when they poop, they become devils.
He smiled and squinted at the cow-and-cat cat, then got up and hurried toward the fat man.
The poor fat man was curled up like a shrimp, one hand covering his groin and the other holding a gun. His posture was pathetic and comical; he looked like a clown.
Looking at the man with the severed hand next to the fat man, it was unclear whether he was pretending to be dead or not, but he was keeping his eyes closed and completely still.
Wu Shirong took precautions and did not approach directly to check. Instead, he broke off a tree branch and poked the man from a distance of two or three meters.
The man had intended to play dead, but the poached chicken had poked his armpit, and he couldn't hold back any longer. Amidst the excruciating pain and unbearable itching, he burst into laughter mixed with a scream.
This was too painful for him, so he had no choice but to beg for mercy: "Brother, let me go, I haven't offended you."
Wu Shirong frowned, intending to ask the man's identity, when a cold hunting rifle appeared behind him, its dark muzzle gently pressed against the back of his head.
Wu Shirong inwardly cried out in dismay, "Did he really guess right?"
It's possible that these two robbers, one tall and one thin, came out looking for someone, and they brought...
The leader was deliberately testing them, wanting to see whether they would let the traitor go or kill him to silence him after finding him.
No wonder those two said at the intersection that a group of people had split into several groups. It's just a pity that those two idiots didn't know that they were also being tested.
In that case, I'm afraid Xiao Qiu is also in danger.
Wu Shirong pondered for a moment, then turned around, gripped the shotgun, his face grim and his eyes resolute: "Brother, don't kill me. I stole my dad's bank card and withdrew some money to make my girlfriend happy. I'll take you to get it."
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Author's Note: Liu Xuezheng: ? ? ? You have the nerve to complain about how many melodramatic TV dramas I watch? You're just as bad, bro.
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