The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 451 I'll stab you to death!

"This is simply unreasonable!"

"How dare they cause trouble in Jiule City and even try to have someone drive a car to ram me! Damn it! Ah Bai, tonight you go find Hedgehog Grandma and get her a Wima Wild road roller. I'm going to check if the mastermind's mother is a wholesaler!"

Upon learning that someone was planning to hire someone in Jiule City to run him over with a truck, An Sheng was initially shocked. Then, the fox-like creature jumped up on the spot, its fur standing on end.

Assassinate me on my turf?
Is your mom having a big clearance sale at wholesale prices?
"Ow"

Seeing Master Fuli jump up excitedly, Ah Bai's face lit up with joy. As if he had already anticipated that Master Fuli might need to use his phone, he barked at him and then turned and ran towards the back door.

Chen Zhiyu's temporary office was not a particularly grand place; it was simply a reception area converted from a farmhouse with a drying area.

When Ah Bai returned, he had already led two Bernese Mountain Dogs and a Malinois with good endurance to carry back the communicator, equipment, weapons, and other such items.

"Wang!"

Ah Bai climbed up the red brick wall, reached the top, turned around and called out to Master Fuli.

Following the same method, An Sheng climbed over the wall and landed in the alley. There he saw two Bernese Mountain Dogs, sticking out their tongues and standing in the shade to cool off. They had two large canvas bags symmetrically on either side of their bodies.

Ah Bai glanced around and, seeing no one and no security cameras, awkwardly stood up, opened his canvas bag, and took out a shotgun.

"Woof!" For native hunting dogs like Whitey, the Paw Patrol's general assembly is a great event etched in their blood, a chance to restore the glory of their ancestors.

Hunting wild animals is hunting.

Hunting spies is also a form of hunting.

Especially after times have changed, with a gun, you can kill your prey with a single shot from 100 meters away. No hunting dog can resist such an enticing group activity.

Unless Qiu Lingling locks the door to her house, or pinches her mouth shut.

"What are you doing taking out a gun? Go away." An Sheng waved to Ah Bai, took out his phone from the bag hanging around the dog's neck, entered a phone number from memory, and said, "The world has changed. It's all about information warfare now."

"Using manpower and resources to find our enemies, we don't know when we'll be able to find them."

"Awoo?" Ah Bai squatted on the ground, tilted his head and looked at Master Fuli with a puzzled expression.

Master Fuli didn't say much, he just turned on the speakerphone on his phone.

A moment later, the call was answered.

"Hmm?" Feng Wenyu, who received the call from an unknown number, did not speak, but only made a puzzled nasal sound.

“There’s no traitor. I’m Master Fuli. I’ve encountered some problems on my end,” An Sheng said.

"Hmm?" Feng Wenyu still didn't speak, but made a questioning nasal sound. However, the tone of his voice was slightly higher, clearly indicating that he recognized the voice of Master Fuli.

“Someone hired someone to kill me. Help me find out what’s going on by following the internet connection. Give me a location, and I’ll drive my road roller over there tomorrow night,” An Sheng continued.

"Okay! But it'll be late... wait!" Feng Wenyu said casually while exerting his strength, but as soon as he spoke, he seemed to remember something and turned to Master Fuli:
“Master Fuli, if you’re going to be a little fierce, say a few words into the microphone. I’ve run into some trouble here.”

"Ok?"

An Sheng was slightly puzzled by Feng Wenyu's request, but he still took a deep breath, faced the phone receiver, and made a soft moan as he tried to speak.

And after Master Fuli uttered those soft moans.

Suddenly, a series of panicked roars and the sound of metal scraping against the ground came from the other end of the phone.

"The matter has been resolved. I will contact the logistics support team now and ask them to check it out. I will get back to you via this phone in a bit."

Feng Wenyu patted the dust off his clothes, sat up from the ground, glanced around, and saw the pangolin huddled on the elementary school student's desk, consciously wearing Bluetooth headphones to watch educational videos.

Pangolins are covered in armor, their silver-black scales shimmering with a metallic sheen. Even a casual scratch of their claws against a multi-layered tabletop can leave knife marks.

In front of the pangolin, a tablet computer was playing videos of Mr. Fuli's previous speeches.

Jin Wanlin, holding a stack of test papers, quietly watched the pangolin studying.

The pangolin was taking a safety regulations exam. Its claws started itching as it dug into the school's load-bearing wall, and it was caught red-handed by loggers.

Pangolins are not particularly dangerous, but one of them, being mischievous, almost turned a nine-story school building into a dangerous structure.

To prevent it from continuing to irritate and damage concrete buildings in the city, it needs to undergo pre-training and behavioral guidance before being sent to the research institute.

The research institute has many hidden facilities, and it cannot tolerate pangolins running rampant there.

This is a book you have to read whether you want to or not.

Can't get 100 points on the exam
Just then, Master Fuli returned, so we sent it over for Master Fuli and White Wolf to kick around like a ball.

Watching a speech on a screen is less intimidating for pangolins.

When Master Fuli started cursing over the phone, the effect was immediate. Pangolin began to study frantically, fearing that these two heartless humans would throw him into the fox overlord's territory and smash him into the fox.

It's really going to hit that fox.

He had to open his skull like he was opening a can and sucking out his own brain.

Pangolins are just wild by nature; they're not stupid, and their survival instincts—to seek good fortune and avoid danger—are always present.

"What did Master Fuli say?" Jin Wanlin asked the old man Jinlong on his shoulder.

"The fox said, 'Don't force a fox to swear, or I'll drive over and run you over, then blow up your whole family along with the cell tower signal,'" Grandpa Jinlong complained.

"Although the wording was not strong, every move was aimed at the enemy's relatives and at attacking the family genealogy."

"I see." Jin Wanlin nodded, looking at the pangolin curled up, studying frame by frame, and a look of sudden realization appeared on her face: "This guy, he really knows we won't kill him, that's why he's throwing such a tantrum."

"But Master Fuli really would kill it, so it obediently followed his orders."

Grandpa Jinlong shrugged and said, "I believe the pangolin has already caught a whiff of the power of the fist."

"Hey! Don't hang up yet. Can you transfer me to Wang Qiqi at the Chang'an Security Bureau and ask her to check if my hammer is finished? I might need it for the Mid-Autumn Festival in a couple of days."

Just as Feng Wenyu was about to hang up and call the Security Bureau's logistics support team to investigate whether someone had offered a bounty for the assassination of Master Fuli, Master Fuli suddenly spoke to Feng Wenyu as if he had thought of something.

"Okay, I'll reply this afternoon or evening," Feng Wenyu said after thinking for a moment.

"Row."

Master Fuli spoke, hung up the phone, put the phone back in the bag around the Belgian Malinois's neck, and looked at Ah Bai with his head held high and a proud expression, saying:
"We live in the information age, and all traces can be found. The only difference is the degree of effort and whether it is worthwhile."

“We spirit beasts are strategic resources. Anyone who tries to take advantage of us is committing the crime of trafficking in national strategic resources, a serious crime that threatens national security and infringes on national interests.”

"So, calling the police first is definitely the right thing to do," An Sheng proudly explained to A Bai.

"We outnumber each other by two, so death penalty! The other side is definitely facing death penalty!"

"Awoo?" Ah Bai was a little confused, but it could roughly understand the logic behind it.

I am precious, but if I touch myself, I commit a serious crime, so the lumberjack will investigate to the end.

But peanuts are expensive, so we spirit beasts can apply to assist security bureau personnel in carrying out death sentences.

Such complicated logic
But it still has to be Brother Fuli! He's so cultured!

If you were to do it yourself, you might need to wait for the culprit to come to you or bring out brass knuckles, and even then, you might not be able to find the mastermind.

But if we get the National Security Bureau involved, that would be perfect; the National Security Bureau has a lot of power! They have agents all over the country.

Ah Bai nodded in deep agreement, agreeing with what Master Fuli said about how times had changed.

The information age.

You really need to make good use of the phone to call your friends and get reinforcements, and then use firearms to riddle the other side with bullets.

(End of this chapter)