Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

A cold night wind rushed towards me, carrying fine, biting rain that felt like a knife scraping my face.

Only a few dim lights were on in the courtyard of the county public security bureau.

Light streamed through the windows of the duty room, and a thick cotton curtain hung by the door. When the wind blew with rain, the curtain swayed heavily, as if the compound had not yet fully woken up from the dead of night.

The jeep behind it also came to a stop.

Two young police officers, one on each side, escorted Zhao Shanhe out of the car.

Zhao Shanhe's hands were handcuffed behind his back, his sheepskin coat was stained with large patches of blackened blood and mud, and there were several shallow cuts on his face from tree branches.

But even standing under the car lights, his back remained perfectly straight.

There was no protest.

There was no explanation.

He didn't even frown.

Beside him, two hunting dogs, one blue and one black, also jumped down from the carriage.

Black Dragon bared his blood-stained canine teeth, a low growl rumbling in his throat, his eerie green eyes fixed on the unfamiliar uniforms around him, his muscles taut like a fully drawn bow.

The Azure Dragon moved a little slower.

Its shoulder was visibly slumped, and its front legs were unsteady when they landed. It was trembling with pain, but it still stubbornly stayed by Zhao Shanhe's side, refusing to fall even half a step behind.

Li, who was guarding the truck, felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the two vicious dogs, which looked like half-grown calves. He instinctively raised his baton, wanting to drive them away.

"Go! Move over!" Little Li shouted, trying to intimidate.

The black dragon reacted much faster than a human. Almost the instant the baton was raised, its eerie green eyes narrowed sharply, and the low growl in its throat suddenly subsided.

It shoved its front paws into the ground, leaving deep scratches in the snow, and its body lowered slightly.

Several young police officers around gasped, instantly raising their Type 54 pistols and batons, all aimed at the man and two dogs.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Black Dragon".

Zhao Shanhe suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud, but it carried an unyielding and authoritative aura.

The black dragon's body, which had already pressed down, was frozen in mid-air.

It was still growling in its throat, and its vertical pupils moved away from Xiao Li and looked up at Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Shanhe glanced down at it and said, "Lie down."

Black Dragon took two heavy breaths, and finally reluctantly lowered his body.

But those eyes remained fixed on the baton in Xiao Li's hand.

Zhao Shanhe then raised his head, his gaze passing over Xiao Li to Captain Zhou, who was getting out of the jeep in front. His tone was very calm: "Young comrade, don't point at them with your stick."

"This is the lead dog we hunt in the deep mountains and forests. It's fierce and doesn't know its own strength when it bites. Plus, it's injured now, and there are many strangers around, so it's nervous. Please bear with it."

Captain Zhou strode forward and pressed down on the baton that was still trembling in Xiao Li's hand.

"Don't make random gestures."

Xiao Li's face turned pale, and he quickly put the baton away.

Captain Zhou's gaze swept over the two fierce mountain dogs, lingering for a moment on Qinglong's collapsed shoulder, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Having worked as a criminal investigator for so many years, he has seen many hunters with dogs.

Ordinary stray dogs, upon seeing someone in uniform or carrying a long stick, will either tuck their tails between their legs in fear and burrow under the person's crotch, or they will run wild and bite recklessly.

But these two vicious dogs, which looked like half-grown calves, actually possessed a strict discipline like military dogs.

Despite being severely injured and bleeding, they still managed to stand in formation and protect their master, enduring excruciating pain.

What's most chilling is that the handcuffed man only needed one word and one look to make the wild beast, about to go berserk and bite, instantly retract its fangs and obediently lie down on the ground.

It's rare to see someone develop this kind of talent.

Captain Zhou looked at Zhao Shanhe, his tone much more solemn than when they were at the mass grave: "Comrade Zhao Shanhe."

"It's a pity we're dealing with each other in this kind of setting."

He paused, his voice deepening, "Thank you for the night when Third Master Wang led his men to storm the county bureau in early winter."

Zhao Shanhe glanced at him through the cold rain, his tone calm and unperturbed: "It's all in the past, just a small favor."

But one thing at a time.

Captain Zhou's face hardened again, revealing the unyielding and incorruptible air of a veteran criminal investigator. "This case tonight is too big. The dead man is a registered high-prisoner, there was a gun at the scene, and a whole bunch of smuggled fish. Even if the Emperor himself comes, you'll have to wear these handcuffs tonight; it's the rule in the bureau."

Zhao Shanhe let the cold steel handcuffs on his wrists dangle, and replied with three words indifferently: "It's what I should do."

This excessive composure made Captain Zhou somewhat uncomfortable.

He stared at Zhao Shanhe's face, which remained completely expressionless in the dim light, and couldn't help but ask, "Don't you feel wronged?"

Despite the pouring cold rain, Zhao Shanhe's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

"If it were me..."

Zhao Shanhe looked into Captain Zhou's eyes, his voice unusually clear in the wind and rain, "On patrol in the middle of the night, I saw a grown man beating someone into a cripple, and someone else was yelling for help. I have to handcuff this living person first."

Captain Zhou was silent for two seconds, then nodded slightly: "It's good that you understand."

Zhao Shanhe lowered his head, glanced at Qinglong, who was trembling beside his leg, and changed the subject: "But my dog ​​was seriously injured in the mass grave just now. We need to treat him as soon as possible, otherwise there may be hidden dangers."

Captain Zhou followed his gaze to the hunting dog with the droopy shoulder and readily agreed, "That's easy. Old Qin happens to be on duty tonight; he's usually in charge of the police dogs in our station. After we settle the dog in, I'll have him take the first-aid kit over and treat the dog's injury for you."

Zhao Shanhe nodded slightly: "Thank you."

"Let's go in first."

Captain Zhou waved his hand, and several police officers escorted Zhao Shanhe, walking through the muddy ground towards the steps of the office building.

Just as I reached the bottom of the steps, the thick cotton curtain of the duty room was suddenly ripped open from the inside.

A police officer on duty, wearing a military overcoat, covered his mouth, let out a long yawn, and leaned halfway out: "Captain Zhou, is there anything unusual happening in the middle of the night? There are dogs barking and howling outside..."

Halfway through his sentence, his casual gaze swept through the cold rain and landed squarely on Zhao Shanhe's face, who was wearing handcuffs.

The police officer's yawn was abruptly blocked, his mouth slightly open, and his drowsiness vanished instantly. He subconsciously blurted out, "Comrade Zhao Shanhe?"

Zhao Shanhe stopped in his tracks.

He looked at the young policeman through the rain, his face showing no trace of the awkwardness of a suspect, and his tone was as familiar as if he were visiting a neighbor: "Xiao Liu, long time no see."

Xiao Liu's mind went blank for a moment, and he was completely stunned.

He stared blankly at the steel handcuffs on Zhao Shanhe's wrists, completely bewildered. How could this living Yama, who single-handedly turned more than thirty ruthless bandits into ice pops and made the entire county bureau wary, be brought back like a prisoner by his own Captain Zhou?

Before he could even react, his gaze unconsciously drifted past Zhao Shanhe's broad shoulders and looked behind him.

Next to the jeep behind, two police officers were dragging a middle-aged man, whose face was covered in blood and whose hands and feet were twisted in a strange way, out of the mud like a dead dog.

His face was so swollen that his features were squeezed together, and his chin was in a pitiful dislocated state.

But even if that one blind eye and that familiar tattered cotton-padded jacket were reduced to ashes, Xiao Liu would still recognize them.

Clang!

The enamel mug in Xiao Liu's hand slammed straight down on the steps, scalding hot tea mixed with tea leaves splashing all over the floor, even burning the instep of his foot, but he remained frozen in place as if he had no feeling at all.

His eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his voice cracked with utter terror: "Father?"