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

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

The servant, who was far away, did not hear the barking in the kennel.

When the Sheriff came back, the expressions of the soldiers at the door were very exciting. First he was surprised, then horrified, and finally he pulled out his long sword.

"Who are you?"

The two soldiers were shaking, but they remained firm.

"Who gave you the courage to point your sword at your commander? What happened?" The Sheriff did not take action. He let the soldier's sword point at his chest. He only needed to release it lightly. Can pierce his unarmored body.

"Just now, a Sheriff has entered just now." The soldiers replied awkwardly.

They have almost understood that what they are seeing in front of them is probably real, so who was the person who just entered, and what did he do after entering?

What they can figure out, the Sheriff can't figure out.

Half a lifetime of hard work had made the Sheriff, who was already almost fifty years old, look increasingly older. At this time, the soldiers seemed to see the Sheriff who had been decadent for a long time after his daughter got married that year.

The old man was even a little unsteady on his feet.

One of his legs was injured. Every time he caught cold on a cloudy day, he would suffer from excruciating pain. It was very difficult to stand. At this time, if two soldiers hadn't rushed to support him, he might have fallen.

"Go back to the kennel." The Sheriff pushed the two soldiers away.

He raised his back and took heavy steps, step by step, without any fear or flinching.

One soldier followed him cautiously, and another blew the whistle.

The piercing police whistle sounded through the Sheriff's Mansion, and the expressions of the soldiers on the training ground changed drastically. However, they still quickly gathered into formation in the face of danger, and marched towards the place where the business was ringing with neat steps.

The kennel was so quiet that it made the Sheriff despair.

He didn't know if the smugglers were equally desperate when he led people around them. However, at this time, he was too desperate to get close, fearing that when he opened the door, he would see a bloody corpse.

After all, he is a soldier. After calming down for a while, the Sheriff finally went to show the possibly cruel reality in person.

The heavy footsteps were so familiar and regular, completely different from the deliberate acting before.

The security guard seemed to hear something, but he quickly rejected his judgment. He must have been hoping that the dog would be okay, so he had auditory hallucinations.

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

Until he heard the sound of humming, and following the sound, he 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 all. Its weak and thin body, as well as the slippery ice surface, made it impossible for it to escape. If nothing else, it finally The ending is to lie on the ice and die silently.

The security officer knelt down, took off his heavy gloves, and reached out to pick up the little thing. Unexpectedly, the little puppy bit his finger. After being stunned for a moment, he burst into laughter. He still remembers his shocked mood at that time.

In fact, there is really no way to cause any harm to a little puppy that doesn't even have teeth.

The security guard carefully put the puppy into warm gloves and used goat's milk to bring it back from the brink of death.

"Sir, did you hear that?" A soldier couldn't help but push the security guard and said, "I seem to hear the sound of a dog."

The security guard turned his head sharply and stared at the soldier.

The soldier nodded heavily.

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

There was no smell of blood coming towards them as they thought.

The big dog was lying in the dog cage, with its four legs trapped together and tape covering its mouth. It could only make grunting sounds through its nose. Seeing the security officer push open the door and come in, its big eyes couldn't help but reveal the grievance that probably only appeared in childhood.

The Sheriff took three steps at a time and walked over to untie the big dog.

"Woof woof woof!" The big dog immediately pounced on the Sheriff and licked the Sheriff's old face with his tongue. One person and one dog were affectionate like old friends reunited after a long separation.

"I know, I know, I know you have been wronged. Unfortunately, I don't understand what you are saying. Stop complaining and let me investigate this matter. Your collar is gone, right? I think Mr. Hammer must give me an explanation. Did I indulge him too much? I didn’t expect that this time he would put a reward on someone else to kill you.”

"We were partners who grew up together. Although we parted ways when we grew up, I was not as ruthless or business-like as people said. I still gave him a chance after all."

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

The normally taciturn Sheriff turned into a talkative man at this moment. It seemed that only nagging could alleviate the fear in his heart. He almost put his dog in a life-threatening situation because of his soft heart.

"Sir, someone has touched your writing." The soldier who was checking the kennel made a new discovery.

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

The Sheriff's official documents and other items were neatly placed on the desk. He usually worked here when he had nothing to do, and the big dog would sleep at his feet. Later, there was a reward for the big dog, and he put the big dog in a cage. , it will take more time to appease the big dog.

At this time, there was a piece of paper placed in the middle of the table, and the pen and ink had been tampered with. The most important thing was that the person who had tampered with it did not use the Sheriff's own paperweight, but instead used a yellow-orange bullet.

The Sheriff was born in the military, and even now he is a military expert.

He could tell at a glance that this bullet was a style often used by mercenaries. It was slightly different from the bullets in the army. This kind of bullet had been processed to cause additional fire damage to the target.

"Confirmed, there are no other traces left here." the soldier reported.

"You go down first and appease the brothers outside. Don't say anything about the situation here. I don't want to hear any news about this matter." The sheriff sat down holding the table and signaled to the soldiers that they could leave.

The soldiers respectfully packed their luggage and turned to leave.