The ears were pressed into a plane, the tail was upright like a stick, and the hair exploded - the black Tosa dog flying in front of him reminded Ron of bad memories of the past.

“Meow~”

Without hesitation, Ron stood up, his hair and beard moved, aimed at the pounced Tosa Dog, slapped out like a tiger, and hit the nose of the black Tosa Dog that showed its hideous teeth.

“Woo~”

The power of adults, coupled with the weight bonus of the small sandbag, was like a small hammer smashing down. The black Tosa dog was immediately beaten to tears, shook his head and whimpered and retreated.

The attack was successful first, Ron took advantage of the victory and leaped his hind legs quickly, aiming at Enzos' waist - a copper head, iron tail and erect waist. In addition to his nose, the lumbar spine is the common fatal point of canine animals. In the past, the villagers beat the wolf, one person was in front of him to attract the attention of the wolf, and the other person used a wooden stick to hit the wolf's waist with all his strength. As long as the time was seized, the wolf could be hemiplegic and could be slaughtered.

Ron jumped high and had plenty of time to twist his body in the air, adjust his direction, aim at his target, and when Ron landed, the black Tosa below had just recovered from the heavy blows he suffered in his nose.

"Click--!"

"Ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao"

A crisp breaking sound that everyone present could hear, followed by the miserable whine of the black Tosa Dog - Shiran came down from the Tosa Dog's occasionally twitching lower half, Ron walked towards Lorraine with his tail raised to satisfy his satisfaction.

"Enzos, what's wrong with you?"

"Get up quickly and bite the fat orange cat to death!"

Looking at the black Tosa lying on the ground whinelessly, the black gangster could not accept that the Tosa sect he bought from the black market was defeated by a fat orange cat. He shouted excitedly, and the gun in his hand also swayed.

Seeing the right time, Fisher bent over and rushed forward, grabbed the black gangster's arm and twisted it hard. The pistol in the black gangster's hand immediately fell. Lorraine quickly stepped forward to pick up the pistol and aimed at the black gangster.

"Do you want to die?"

"Do you know who my boss is?"

Unexpectedly, Lorraine and her group would boldly step forward to seize the gun. The black gangster whose attention was mostly on Tosa Eunzos was immediately controlled by Fisher, but he did not give up and struggled violently, threatening the two.

It was not until Officer Han slowly took out a portable siren from the car, then walked to the black gangster and took out the police badge from his pocket and shook it, that he collapsed like a deflated balloon and stopped resisting.

He had been in and out of the police station for many times. He could tell at a glance that Officer Han’s badge was the real one.

"You have been arrested, severely speeding, charges of endangering public safety, intimidating police, and sucking contraband."

"You have the right to remain silent, but all your words will become confessions in the church."

"Now, say your name."

…………

Asked out the name of the black gangster, Officer Han handcuffed him to the steering wheel of the red sports car and then dialed his cell phone.

Fisher no longer needed to control the criminals. He walked to Ron who was squatting beside Fox and squatted down, his eyes moving back and forth between Tosa and Ron not far away, his face full of surprise could not be concealed.

"Hey, orange!"

"Is there a tiger hidden in your body?!"

"Or you were originally a tiger, just pretending to be a cat?"

"That's a Tosa, the top ten in the world, and a mastiff who can hunt bears independently. How did you do it?"

The fighting power of cats is stronger than that of canines. This is the consensus of people who like to watch the Discovery Channel or have seen cats and dogs fighting, but like Ron, who easily knocked down hundreds of pounds of super heavyweight opponents is beyond the imagination of most people.

“Meow~”

Ron can't speak, and even if he can speak, he will not let Fisher know, let alone tell Fisher the facts.

With a gentle call, Ron took the initiative to rub Fisher's palm with his head, and subtracted the number of times Fisher could touch himself in his mind, then jumped hard, jumped into the back row of the Focus from the window, and comfortably formed a ball.

Just a few minutes after Officer Han dialed the phone, the police officers from the surrounding local police station drove over in a police car and called it Lucien.

The black gangster in Kram handed over to the police officers of the local police station and recorded the actual situation of how the other party speeded and how they threatened the police.

As for how Officer Han and his team caught up with the black gangster who drove sports cars, Officer Han just patted Fisher's Focus RS and said lightly that this was a new attempt by the Orange County Police General Bureau to hunt down the increasingly rampant drag racing party on California roads. It is still in the trial period and needs to be kept confidential.

“…”

Looking at the police officer who was fooled by Officer Han to nodding constantly, Ron, who was already sitting in the driver's seat, shook his ears speechlessly, confirming that fooling is a necessary skill for all yellow people, just like Asian squats.

After this round, Lorraine and the other two lost interest in taking a ride. Fisher drove, and the three of them returned to the Orange County Police General Bureau.

Lorraine and Fisher naturally continued to attend classes, and Officer Dominic Han needed to write a written report on this matter. After enjoying the passion of a ride, Ron suddenly felt a little tired. He did not go to the police dog training ground again, but returned to the dormitory and nested into his cat's nest.

All afternoon, Ron slept till he was dying, and the whole cat nest was filled with the heat he exhaled.

"Hey, orange, have supper."

As night fell, Lorraine, who had returned to the dormitory after training, put the sandwich in her hand on the plate in front of Ron's cat's nest, and called softly.

Sandwiches are standard chicken sandwiches. Ron is a foodie. He doesn’t like meat. Every meal must have meat. In the past, as long as Lorraine calls softly, or even doesn’t need to call. She just needs to put the sandwich on the plate, and Ron will immediately poke his head out of the cat’s nest.

But today, until Lorraine kept calling, Ron slowly poked his head out of the cat's nest, lowered his ears, looking wilted.

"Hey, Orange. Are you okay?"

Asked with concern, Lorraine took Ron out of the cat's nest and held him face to face with him in front of her chest.

A cool breeze blew from the windowsill, and Ron in Lorraine's hand shivered all over. In order to facilitate Ron's entry and exit, the windowsill of the dormitory had been open since the two of them moved in, and they had never been closed tightly.

"sneeze--!"

With the sound of sneezing, two long crystal snots spewed out, and two cable bridges were built between Ron and Lorraine. The starting point was on Ron's nose, and the end point was Lorraine's collar.

"It seems that I caught a cold while I was having a ride today."

"Don't worry, I'll take you to the doctor."
Chapter completed!