A new territory was opened up, and Ron adjusted his work and rest a little, fulfilling his duties as a mouse-catching officer of the Orange County Police General Administration in the morning. After exercising at the police dog training ground in the afternoon, Ron would rest in the park across the road.

For nothing else, I brag about listening to Heiba ​​- I don't know who this super smart starling is. He speaks like crosstalk, which is a set of things, just satisfying Ron's desire to communicate with others.

Although Lorraine and Catherine both knew that Ron was smart, there was a clear boundary for being as smart as humans. Even if he was close, Ron couldn't show the difference between himself and humans, so he was just not able to speak.

Only in front of Heiba ​​can Ron fully reveal his differences from cats. Although Heiba ​​can speak, he is always a bird and there is no danger of being exposed.

The most important thing is that since he met Heiba, this big star has always spoken dragon language, which makes Ron feel very friendly.

…………

Christmas is coming, but the temperature in Los Angeles has been quite good lately. Under the warm sunlight, some wild chrysanthemums are blooming, luring many bees to buzz and venture out of the nest.

Like the previous few days, in the warm sunshine in the afternoon, Ron was lying in a pile of yellow leaves, yawning lazily, Heiba ​​stood beside him and spoke in a verbal voice.

"Longtou, yesterday afternoon, a department store next to him caught a thief, and many people looked like sticks, wearing black dog skins and trolls..."

I don’t know where Heiba ​​got so much time to wander around. Anyway, when Ron comes every day, it has topics and no duplicates. However, the central idea of ​​the topic remains unchanged. Basically, there are things about notes, trolls, horses, and money.

"Longtou, in the parking lot next to the park yesterday evening, there were also Tiaozi and Mazi flying empty boats, which was always exciting..."

The Black Eight around him was still talking nonstop, and Ron had slowly narrowed his eyes and took a nap.

Outside the park.

In the black sedan, Cliff was patiently assembling a black gun - the thick scope, the slender barrel, and the thick body, which looked a bit like the M25, but it was actually an anesthesia gun.

In the passenger seat of the car, his partner was scanning out with a telescope, opening his mouth while Cliff assembled the anesthesia gun.

"Cliff, I found the fat cat. I was lying in the pile of dead leaves."

"Good job, Bill."

Pulling up the bolt and loading the anesthesia bullet, Cliff praised his partner.

In order to find a mobile phone, Cliff and Bill even rented a room in the hotel upstairs of the department store. The two of them rotated and observed it for three days without interruption for 24 hours a day before finally mastering Ron's movement rules.

“It’s time to test the final result.”

"Bill, let's go."

When he opened the car door, Cliff walked out of the car with an anesthesia gun that looked like an M25 and walked towards the park - he was not worried about being seen. Anesthesia guns are a type of hunting rifle, and you can have them as long as you have a gun license. Cliff not only has a gun license, but also has a hunting certificate issued by California.

"Cliff, have you adjusted the anesthetics?"

“The employer is a healthy cat.”

Bill, who followed him off the car, was still worried and asked.

The money was in place last night, so as a partner who already has a very famous one in the private detective industry, Bill felt that he could not smash his signature and had enough contract spirit.

"Don't worry, I'm a man with a hunting license."

"Besides, I can smash our signs, right?"

Since Cliff said that, Bill was relieved. As soon as the two entered the park, they immediately bent down and moved towards the direction where Bill had just discovered Ron.

“It’s right there.”

In the direction of Bill's finger, Cliff immediately saw Ron nestled in the pile of dead leaves and Heiba ​​chattering around, so under the cover of the bushes, he slowly raised the anesthesia gun in his hand.

…………

A Cold War shook from the tip of his tail, Ron shivered for a moment, woke up from his sleep - he felt a sudden sense of crisis, as if something terrible was about to happen.

This is the first time Ron has felt like this since he became a cat.

He climbed up from the pile of dead leaves vigilantly. Ron glanced around vigilantly. At first, he didn't find anything, but when he was scrutinizing for the second time, he suddenly saw a little black reflection in the bushes.

gun!

At this moment, Ron's hair exploded. He turned around and wanted to run into the grass, but with a sneer, he suddenly felt the pain of being stabbed by a needle.

"Aowu~"

Not good, it's anesthesia gun!

A numb feeling spread from the hind legs to the whole body, and even the sound of screaming became lighter. However, Ron still had a little strength on his body. With the help of inertia, he continued to run towards the bushes. As for Heiba ​​beside him, he flew up to the treetops as early as when Cliff fired the first anesthesia bomb.

"laugh!"

Without giving Ron a chance to escape, the second anesthesia bullet stuck on Ron's butt after a few seconds.

The merger of the double bullets, the numbness began to spread rapidly to the whole body, Ron's vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually became out of his control.

In a daze, Ron felt someone approaching, and then he was lifted up with his hind legs and pulled out the anesthesia needle, and then stuffed it into a black cloth bag...

"Huh, I didn't expect this cat to carry it quite well. It was wasting my anesthesia bullet."

Cliff, who was holding Ron and putting it in the cloth bag carefully, was a little lucky. He was glad that his anesthesia gun was double-shot, and he could still get one shot even if he couldn't get anesthesia needle. After all, cats are too vigilant. If they are escaped, there will be no second chance.

However, God is still on his side. This fat orange cat with super resistance, which represents most of the green money, ended up falling into his hands.

"Bill, go!"

"We'll have a good drink tonight."

"This is what you said. Let's go to Kelly's bar and pick up girls."

Grasp the goal and just send it out, the transaction will be completed successfully. Cliff was in a good mood and smiled at his partner and got his partner's satisfactory answer.

Then the two of them got into the car with cloth bags, but they didn't notice a big black star standing on the treetops, tilting their heads and looking at the license plate. They didn't hear the big star's scissors muttering a few letters and adding a few numbers in their mouths.
Chapter completed!