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

Chapter 160 The End of the Poison Scorpion Group!
"Jingle Bell--!"

The red phone on the table, representing the highest level of encryption, emitted a deathly shriek.

General Smith shuddered; he knew who was on the other end of the phone.

It was his boss, the GF minister, and even... the most powerful man in the world who lived in the White House.

He didn't want to answer, and he didn't dare to answer.

He didn't know how to explain to those big shots why their top hacker army, the most advanced military satellites, and the most meticulous strangulation plan had ultimately been defeated by a bunch of... wild dogs from the North.

This reason is too absurd and too bizarre. If I were to say it out loud, I would only be seen as a complete madman!

But the phone kept ringing persistently.

Finally, General Smith took a deep breath, his hands trembling, and picked up the microphone that weighed over a thousand pounds.

He didn't have time to speak.

On the other end of the phone came Minister GF's suppressed rage, a roar like the calm before a volcanic eruption:

"Smith! You'd better give me an explanation! An explanation that can convince me and everyone in Congress!"

"Tell me! Does our American army now need to declare war on God, or... on Satan?!"

"Because I fucking can't think of anything else that could command an army of tens of thousands of wild beasts!!!"

…………

The command center of the "Scorpion Group" was already in complete chaos.

"Report, boss! The west wall has been breached! Countless wild dogs have stormed in! Our defenses... our defenses are about to collapse!"

"Boss! The machine gun positions at the main gate have all gone silent! Those jackals... they... they're eating our brothers' corpses!"

"Medic! Where's the medic?! I've been bitten! Ah—!!!"

The walkie-talkie no longer carried a clear and organized report, but instead was filled with terrified screams and desperate cries.

Khun Sa's face, which was usually filled with ruthlessness and arrogance, was now twisted and distorted by extreme fear, and was deathly pale.

He never dreamed that the criminal empire he built with money and violence would be destroyed in such a primitive and absurd way.

"Hold on! All of you fucking hold on!"

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared at the top of his lungs, trying to maintain the already collapsed order, "We have guns! We have cannons! We are human beings! They are just a bunch of beasts! Kill them all!"

His heart was filled with endless regret.

He regretted that he had listened to the nonsense of those people in the United States and provoked that monster he shouldn't have provoked!

He thought it was just a simple act of crushing someone, but he never imagined that he was actually holding the gates of hell!
“Boss…it’s no use…” a trusted aide said in a trembling voice, pointing at the monitor screen, “Our ammunition is running out too fast…and…and the brothers are scared out of their wits! They…they’re too scared to fight!”

Khun Sa looked in the direction he was pointing and saw on the screen an armed thug who usually enjoyed torturing and killing "piglet" (young, inexperienced men) being tackled to the ground by three wild dogs.

He fired his AK47 haphazardly, but it was no match for the sharp fangs that tore open his throat and ripped out his internal organs.

Many more armed men gave up resistance completely. They threw down their guns, cried and screamed, and scattered in all directions, only to be swallowed up by the boundless black tide of beasts, without even making a decent ripple.

This is a psychological breakdown.

They can kill unarmed humans without batting an eye, but they have never faced such an endless, fearless army of beasts that exists solely to tear you apart.

This primal fear, stemming from the top of the food chain, completely shattered their psychological defenses.

"Run! We have to run!"

Khun Sa finally snapped out of his shock and regret, his instinct for survival overpowering everything.

He knew that the situation was hopeless, and if he didn't leave now, he would become the prey of these wild beasts!
"Get to the underground passage! Our spare armored vehicles are there! Quickly!"

He shoved aside his subordinate and scrambled toward the secret passage behind the command center.

……

Meanwhile, beneath this manor filled with the sounds of battle, in a dark, damp, and foul-smelling sewage pipe, a completely different scene unfolded.

It was eerily quiet here, with only the "drip-drop" of water dripping from the pipe walls and the barely audible footsteps of a dozen or so fierce dogs trudging through the sewage.

Chu Sheng was walking at the very front of the group.

His inner emotions were completely different from the wildness and killing on the ground; at this moment, he was as calm as a block of ice that had never melted.

He knew that the beast tide on the ground was just to attract everyone's attention and create an absolutely safe environment for them to infiltrate.

The real deciding factor is here.

His divine sense of smell had already been pushed to its limit.

The air was filled with a complex mix of smells: rust, mold, sewage, and human excrement. But these smells were automatically filtered out of his nostrils.

He only focused on one scent.

It was a scent mixed with the smell of blood, sweat, medicine, and an indomitable, unwavering "belief."

That's the scent of those who belong to their kind, the scent of heroes!
"Woof. (It's just ahead, turn left, third fork.)"

In his mind, Chu Sheng used the ability of [Animal Friend] to issue precise instructions to the "Sharp Sword" commando team behind him.

More than a dozen top-notch military and police dogs, including the German Shepherd Xiaoyu, followed closely behind him like the most sophisticated instruments, their eyes sharp and muscles taut, ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any time.

Soon, they arrived at a heavy, rusty iron gate.

On the door hung a huge, seemingly extremely sturdy German-made mechanical lock.

"Woof. (Xiaoyu, on alert. The rest of you, stay put.)"

Chu Sheng gave the order, then stepped forward, his eyes, which gleamed blue in the darkness, staring silently at the lock.

[The Ultimate Guide to Home Demolition]! Activate!

The next second, the internal structure of the lock was instantly broken down into countless tiny parts in Chu Sheng's mind.

The pins, lock cylinder, bolt... the structure and movement trajectory of each component are clearly presented in his mind.

He didn't even use his claws.

He simply opened his mouth and, with his teeth—a fusion of the physique of a North American gray wolf and a cougar—possessing terrifying bite force, gently and precisely bit into an inconspicuous spot on the lock.

"Click."

A crisp sound, so faint it was almost inaudible.

The sturdy lock, strong enough to withstand hydraulic shears, opened with a click.

The whole process was incredibly smooth and fast.

The "Sword" dog team members following behind were already used to it; their eyes held only an increasingly fanatical worship for their king.

Pushing open the iron gate, an even stronger stench, mixed with blood and despair, rushed out.

This is the underground black prison, a living hell where countless "piglet" and "disobedient people" are imprisoned.

Chu Sheng's eyes instantly turned cold.

He could hear faint groans and sobs coming from deep within the cell.

And that indomitable spirit that belongs to heroes resides in the deepest part, in the most heavily guarded cell!

"Woof! (Target ahead, prepare for battle!)"

Chu Sheng's order instantly put the entire dog squad into a state of combat readiness.

Their steps became lighter, their bodies lowered, and their fangs gleamed with a chilling light in the darkness.

A silent hunt from the depths of darkness is about to begin!
(End of this chapter)