The reborn policewoman's dog solves numerous major cases, shocking the nation.

Chapter 115: When Lin Sanye called the police himself, the police station operator was dumbfounded.

When Chu Sheng led his pack of dogs and burst through the door.

Master Lin and his deputy looked like two roosters with their necks being choked; their smugness and confidence had not yet faded before being replaced by endless bewilderment and astonishment.

dog?
Where did this dog come from?

There are still more than a dozen!
Lin Sanye's brain almost shut down for a moment.

He prided himself on his meticulousness and flawless planning. This underground kingdom was a fortress he had built with nearly ten years of painstaking effort. Not even a fly could get in, let alone the police!

But now, a pack of dogs has suddenly appeared in his office in a completely unreasonable way!
wrong! etc!
Lin Sanye's pupils suddenly contracted, and a name that he had taken as a joke but which was also deeply etched in his memory instantly jumped out from the depths of his mind—"Bu Chai"!
That husky that's been talked about like a god online!

He had certainly heard of it, and even joked about it with his men as if it were a strange and unusual story.

But he always thought it was a "mascot" deliberately introduced by the authorities to deter criminals, a propaganda tactic, a publicity stunt!
But now, this "mascot" is standing right in front of him!
That leisurely stroll, that disdainful look in its eyes... Is this really a husky?!

"Woof! (Get to work!)"

At Chu Sheng's command, the elite squad moved instantly!

German Shepherd Xiaoyu and "Sharp Sword" Captain Lightning, like two arrows released from a bow, rushed straight towards the wall disguised as a decorative painting in the corner of the office without the slightest hesitation!

There is a hidden switch there, connected to a secret escape route to the outside world!

Just as Lin Sanye was recovering from his shock, his hand instinctively reached into his pocket for the remote control that could open the channel with a single button.

He saw two fierce dogs blocking the switch, staring at him with cold, warning eyes.

That look seemed to say: Try moving?
He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body stiffened, and he dared not move. A huge wave of fear surged in his heart, and fear overwhelmed him like a tide.

It's over! It even saw through my last escape route! It's not a dog! It's definitely not a dog!
Meanwhile, the Labrador Little Fatty, along with the remaining dozen or so military and police dogs, charged out of the broken gate like tigers descending a mountain!
The production workshop outside instantly descended into chaos!
"Holy crap! A dog! Where did this dog come from?!"

"Quick! Press the alarm! Call security!"

"Where are the security guards? Damn it! The security guards are gone!!"

The fifty-odd workers at the counterfeit money factory, though numerous, were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in front of these well-trained and perfectly coordinated "canine special forces."

The dog squad did not kill anyone; they strictly followed Chu Sheng's order to "subdue, but not harm."

They used the "Police Dog Capture Techniques" taught by Chu Sheng with precision, tackling, subduing, and disarming the dogs in a smooth and efficient manner.

In less than five minutes, everyone in the underground banknote printing plant, along with the counterfeit antique workshop outside, was subdued.

Dozens of people were herded like sheep by the dog squad to the open space in the center of the factory. They squatted on the ground with their hands behind their heads, trembling.

They looked at the pack of fierce dogs that were patrolling the area with steady steps, and then at the husky that was leisurely walking out of the office with a "good deed done, time to leave" expression on its face.

Everyone's worldview shattered into pieces at that moment.

It’s over.

They confessed when they were caught by the police.

But now, they've been wiped out by a pack of dogs?
If this got out, who would believe it?!
Chu Sheng walked up to Lin Sanye and looked at the gang leader, whose face was ashen and who had completely lost the will to resist. He began to make plans in his mind.

"We've caught the person, what's next?"

"Should we pack up these dozens of people, along with the counterfeit money and fake antiques in these rooms, and take them back to the Hantong Provincial Inspection Office?"

"No, no, that's too much trouble!!"

"Forget it... let's keep it simple!"

Chu Sheng raised his paw and patted Master Lin's shoulder. Master Lin shuddered and looked up in fear.

The myna bird on Chu Sheng's back seemed to understand and flew down, landing on Lin Sanye's other shoulder. It gently pecked at Lin Sanye's ear with its small beak.

Then, in a tone devoid of any emotion, mimicking the voice of Third Master Lin, he slowly spoke:
"Our boss said, 'You should call the police yourself.'"

Third Master Lin: "???"

He suspected there was something wrong with his ears.

What? You want me to... call the police myself?
He looked at the husky in front of him, then at the dark black myna on his shoulder, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation erupted from the bottom of his heart like a volcano!
Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!

Lin Sanye has spent half his life in the underworld; what storms hasn't he weathered? Even if he were to die, he would never suffer such humiliation!

He was about to stubbornly refuse.

The German Shepherd, Xiaoyu, strode over with steady steps, opened its massive maw, and gently bit the corner of the wall.

"Crack!"

A piece of the cement corner was bitten off, and broken stones flew everywhere.

Master Lin: "..."

He swallowed hard, and the fierce determination he had shown just moments before vanished instantly.

A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm! It's better to live a wretched life than to die a glorious death!

His hands trembled as he pulled his phone from his pocket, his face filled with grief and despair.

Master Lin's finger hovered over the dial key, his mind in turmoil.

He knew that once he made that call, his life would be over.

But he knew even more that if he didn't fight, he might be reporting to the King of Hell at any moment.

Ultimately, the instinct for survival prevailed over everything. He closed his eyes and pressed the three numbers that would change his destiny.

The call was answered quickly after two rings.

A slightly tired but still professional young female voice came through.

"Hello, this is the Xinhua Road Police Station. How can I help you?"

Third Master Lin took a deep breath, feeling he had never been so humiliated in his life. He closed his eyes and, with a tone of resignation, spoke with difficulty:
"I...I want to report the crime, no, I want to turn myself in..."

The female operator, Xiao Zhang, on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and alarm bells immediately went off in her mind.

She answered the phone call to turn herself in, but this was the first time she had ever heard such despair and fear in his voice!
She immediately deduced that the other party was likely not genuinely trying to turn themselves in, but rather using this method to plead for help under some form of coercion! This is a classic example of "suggestive alarm" from textbooks!
Xiao Zhang's tone instantly became calm and guiding: "Sir, please don't rush, speak slowly. Have you encountered any danger? Is it convenient for you to talk now?"

"If it's convenient for you, please say 'yes'; if it's not convenient, please remain silent!"

"I...I'm free!" Master Lin was on the verge of tears. Why was this policeman in such a hurry than he was?
"Okay!" Xiao Zhang took notes quickly while continuing to ask, "You said you want to turn yourself in, what did you do wrong? Did someone threaten you with this?"

"I……"

Lin Sanye felt his face burning. He gritted his teeth and said in one breath, "My name is Lin Xiaodong. I... I organized a large criminal gang! Here, we set up a factory to make fake antiques, and... we also have an underground money printing plant that specializes in printing counterfeit money..."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)