"I saw it, it’s so round and cute," nodded the female patrol officer. "Investigator Brian must be a very caring person to bring along a little dog."
"That’s his colleague, a police dog from the NW Tactical Department named Shi San. The dog’s name and information are on the credentials. Actually, we rank even lower than that dog in the police system. We have to address it as an officer when we meet."
The female patrol officer:..
The tiny dog they were looking at was their superior?
Forget it, she’d better go back and continue eating her hamburger.
This Investigator Brian was clearly out of her league.
It was after nine at night.
Brian stood atop a mountain range, his eyes scanning the profound darkness, trying to spot a bear or similar prey.
This area was no longer within the Ken Victor Lake region but deeper into the mountain range, several dozen kilometers away from Ken Victor Lake, in a desolate and uninhabited wilderness.
Beside him, Shi San, covered in blood, lay roundly on the ground.
It lay on its back, humming contentedly, a tuft of gray fur still stuck to its mouth, next to a neatly arranged family of seven, seven rabbit heads with eyes still open in death.
This was its first time hunting, tasting fresh blood.
As a descendant of a Labrador retriever.
Shi San felt as if something unknown was leaping and cheering inside it, making it feel warm all over, and its body, previously always hungry, now felt satisfied and full.
It loved the taste of blood!
Suddenly, Shi San’s ears perked up against its biological instincts.
By the time Brian turned around, Shi San had already returned from ten meters away with a rat as big as a grown man’s palm in its mouth.
It wagged its tail at Brian, then tossed the rat into the air with a flick of its little head. Its small mouth suddenly widened, engulfing the rat, and its dense teeth, like steel forks, grinded twice before shredding the rat into seven or eight pieces, swallowing it down.
"We came hunting at the right time."
Brian looked at Shi San, who had lain down again, and stroked his chin.
He felt that since coming to the wilderness, the pheromones emitted by Shi San’s body had become much more active, and its reactions, speed, agility, and so forth had all greatly increased.
It was as if the potential accumulated within had finally started to be released bit by bit.
Let’s put it this way.
A little over an hour before and after entering the mountain.
Shi San had grown to the point where it could easily kill the previous three Shi Sans.
But by now, Shi San’s strength had stopped increasing at the visibly noticeable rate it had at the start.
After resting for about ten minutes.
Shi San’s originally round belly had shrunk.
It went to a thicket, bent its hind legs, squatted its buttocks, and started to defecate,
Eliminating the rapidly digested waste.
Shi San stretched its now much leaner, taller, and longer body, and barked at Brian: "Woof woof~ (Big Dog, I’m hungry again~)"
A long wolf howl traveled with the mountain breeze from the distant west.
Then another and another wolf howl, like a relay, echoed across the mountain ranges, passing on messages.
Brian shrugged, "Let’s go. We’re in luck to encounter the rare North American gray wolf pack here. Your food is coming."
"Woof woof? (Is the wolf pack tasty?)"
Shi San’s dog eyes shimmered with curiosity, saliva already dripping from its mouth corners.
Brian nodded, his figure flashed, and he leaped down the steep mountain.
Without any hesitation, Shi San followed suit.
Two small figures, like fleas, or using the Ninja’s teleportation technique, leaped and raced among the cliffs and precipices, disappearing into the silent, desolate woodland...