If the sharpshooter is the kind who can win the Olympics championship, then Su Mo is not a sharpshooter. At best, he can maintain a pretty good hit rate in any environment, and it is even more impossible to score a score of ten rings and nine rings.

If the target is a fat and strong dog trapped in a cage, Su Mo can proudly announce that he can hit the gun.

The servant who was far away heard no barking in the kennel.

When the sheriff came back, the soldiers at the door had a wonderful expression. They were first surprised, then frightened, and finally pulled out their long sword.

"Who are you?"

The two soldiers were shaking, but they were still very determined.

"Who gave you the courage to use your sword to face your commander. What happened?" The sheriff did not take action. He allowed the soldier's sword to point to his chest. He just needed to relax his body, which was not wearing armor.

"Just just now, a sheriff has already entered." The soldiers answered arduously.

They almost understood that the one in front of them was probably the real one. So who was the one who went in just now and what did he do after he went in?

What they can figure out is the sheriff’s mind.

Half-life labor made the sheriff, who was almost fifty years old, look older. At this time, the soldiers seemed to see the sheriff who had been decadent for a long time after his daughter got married.

The old man was even unable to stand firmly.

He had one leg injured. Every time he was cloudy and felt cold, he would feel heartbroken. It would be very difficult to stand. At this time, if two soldiers had not rushed up to support him, he might have fallen.

"Go back, kennel." The sheriff pushed the two soldiers away.

He raised his back and walked step by step with heavy steps without any fear or retreat.

One soldier followed him carefully, and the other soldier blew the police whistle.

The harsh police whistle sounded throughout the security officials' residence, and the soldiers on the training ground changed drastically, but they still gathered quickly in the face of danger to form a formation, and stepped on neat steps toward the place where the business started.

The kennel was quiet, which made the sheriff desperate.

He didn't know whether they were equally desperate when he led people to smuggle people. However, at this time he was so desperate that he dared not approach, worried that he would see a bloody corpse that opened the door.

After all, he was a soldier. After calming down for a while, the sheriff finally went to show the perhaps cruel reality himself.

The heavy footsteps are so familiar and regular, completely different from the deliberate performing arts before.

The public security officer seemed to hear something, but he quickly denied his judgment. He must have hoped that the dog was fine, so he had auditory hallucinations.

He still remembered that it was a cold winter. His son ran away in anger and his daughter got married. He felt that his life was nothing but work, and it was dark and lifeless.

Until he heard the humming sound, he followed the sound and saw the little puppy falling into the sewer.

The sewer was frozen, and the little puppy was lucky enough to step on the ice, but that was the only thing that happened. Its weak and thin body and smooth ice surface made it unable to escape. If nothing unexpected happens, its final outcome would be to lie on the ice surface and die silently.

The security guard squatted down, took off his heavy gloves, reached out to pick up the little thing, but unexpectedly the little puppy bit his finger. After a moment of stunnedness, he burst into laughter, and he still remembered the shocked mood at that time.

In fact, the little puppy who didn't even have good teeth was really unable to cause any harm to him.

The security admin carefully put the little puppy into the warm gloves and pulled it back from the edge of death with goat milk.

"Sir, have you heard it?" A soldier couldn't help but push the security guard and said, "I seem to hear the dog's voice."

The security guard turned his head suddenly and stared at the soldiers.

The soldier nodded heavily.

The security guard took a breath, stepped forward and pushed open the door of the kennel two steps.

There was no smell of blood that they thought was coming towards us.

The big dog was lying in the dog cage, with four legs trapped together, and his mouth was covered with tape. It could only make a humming sound with its nose. Seeing the security guard pushing the door in, its big eyes couldn't help but reveal the grievances that were probably only seen when he was a child.

The sheriff took two steps at a time and walked over to untie the big dog's restraint.

"Woom wooom!" The big dog immediately rushed to the sheriff's body and licked the sheriff's old face with his tongue. Each person and the dog were as intimate as an old friend he had met again after a long time ago.

"I know, I know you are wronged, but unfortunately I don't understand what you said. Don't complain. Let me investigate this matter. Is your collar gone? I think Mr. Hanmo must give me an explanation. Am I too indulging him? I didn't expect that this time he would offer someone else to kill you."

"We are partners who grew up together. Although we parted ways after we grew up, I don't think people say they are so heartless and so official, and I will leave him a chance."

"Next time, next time I want him to spend the rest of his life in prison."

The usually taciturn sheriff has become a chatterbox at this moment. It seems that only nagging can relieve his fear. He almost put his dog in danger because of his soft heart.

"Sir, someone has touched your pen and ink." The soldiers who were checking the kennel made new discoveries.

The sheriff stroked the big dog's head and locked it in the dog cage. There was no way, the danger had not been completely lifted, and he didn't even know what was going on.

The desk was neatly placed with the sheriff's official documents and other items. When he was fine, he would work here, and the big dog would lie at his feet to sleep. Later, there was a reward for the big dog. He put the big dog in a cage and spent more time to comfort the big dog.

At this time, a piece of paper was placed in the middle of the table, and the pen and ink were also moved. The most important thing was that the person who had moved his hands and feet did not use the paperweight of the sheriff himself, but replaced it with a yellow and orange bullet.

He was born in the military of the security officer and is still a military expert even now.

He could see at a glance that this bullet was a style commonly used by mercenaries, and it was slightly different from the bullets in the army. This bullet was processed and could cause additional fire damage to the target.

"It's confirmed that there are no other traces left here." The soldier reported.

"You go down first and comfort the brothers outside. Don't tell anything about the situation here. I don't want to hear any news about this." The sheriff sat down with the table and signaled that the soldiers could leave.
Chapter completed!