There's a chat group for pets in my neighborhood.

In an instant, Scarface and Skinny Monkey's eyes both turned towards him.

As the fat pig was preparing to lift the first iron cage closest to the truck onto the truck, the cage door, which should have been tightly locked, slowly opened outwards.

Before the fat pig could react, the dogs, who had just been lying in the cage pretending to be dead, suddenly became excited, propped themselves up, and ran wildly towards the outside of the cage.

"Woof! Woof woof woof woof!"

A huge Alaskan Malamute was the first to rush out. It was locked in the cage closest to the fat pig. As soon as the iron cage door opened, it transformed into a whirlwind charging meat bowling ball and slammed hard into the fat pig's round belly!

"Ouch, damn it!" The fat pig let out a bloodcurdling scream, staggered back several steps after being hit, and then lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground.

The Alaskan Malamute merely glanced at him with an intelligent look, as if it hadn't been the one who had just knocked the person down, before turning and running towards the door.

Immediately afterwards, a mournful howl rang out, and from the dozen or so iron cages that had been opened, the dogs in their cages, having received some kind of instruction, rushed out like wild horses.

A short-legged corgi had just escaped its cage when, because its legs were too short to maneuver properly, it was slammed in the face and sent flying a meter or two.

Standing next to it was a dark-colored golden retriever covered in mud. The golden retriever ran two steps and rushed to the fat pig's side. Then, by accident, it stepped on the fat pig's arm with its paw, causing the fat pig to let out another painful scream.

Then, out of nowhere, a Chihuahua appeared. While all the dogs were running away in a panic, it didn't run away. Instead, it jumped onto the fat pig and started tearing at his clothes. It had a terrible temper.

If the fat pig could hear dogs, it would also be able to hear the Chihuahua's swearing.

Like a torrential downpour of pear blossom needles, none of them can be sown.

"Monkey! Don't just stand there, close the door first, don't let these beasts actually get out."

Scarface, who was standing some distance away, was the first to react. He roared, his face so dark it looked like it was about to drip water. Someone had just come over to ask for directions, and then the iron cages were all opened. If you said there was no connection between them, even a dog wouldn't believe it.

He coldly stared at the chaotic crowd, gritted his teeth, and in his heart, he had already torn Lu Fang, who had just come to ask for directions, to pieces.

The skinny monkey was startled by the sudden scene and stood frozen in place. Only after hearing Scarface's roar did he scramble towards the electric switch that controlled the gate's raising and lowering.

"Don't even think about closing the door!"

The sheriff, perched on the roof beam, snorted coldly. It had been waiting for this moment, not making a move until now.

If Skinny Monkey really closes the gate, none of these dogs will be able to escape!

It leaped from the steel beam, which was more than ten meters high, and adjusted its posture in mid-air, like a black cannonball, and pounced precisely at the skinny monkey's head.

"Meow!"

With a flash of cold light, the sheriff's sharp forepaws gripped the skinny monkey's cheeks tightly, leaving three bloody marks.

The sheriff showed no mercy; he had barely landed when the blood from the skinny monkey's face splattered onto the ground.

"What the hell is this? My face! Damn it!" Skinny Monkey screamed as he clutched his face, shaking his head frantically from the pain, completely oblivious to the door closing.

"A bunch of useless trash."

Scarface looked at the chaotic scene inside the factory, took a deep breath, and decided to give up on his men. He suddenly raised the homemade shotgun in his hand, and aimed the dark muzzle directly at Alaska, who was running in the lead.

In his eyes, there was no difference between running away and dying; if he ran away, he might as well have died.

Kill the fastest one first. These beasts are brainless, so naturally they won't run towards the exit anymore.

Scar pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A loud gunshot rang out in the empty factory. The animals, which had been wandering around, were startled and their eardrums were ringing from the gunshot.

The Alaskan Malamute at the front, which was running wildly, was not injured. Instead, it paused briefly and then ran towards the door at an even faster speed.

Just as Scarface was about to pull the trigger, Tanuki made his move.

Its muscles bulged as it leaped down from the roof beam, transforming into a black lightning bolt in an instant. It struck Scarface's right hand, which was holding the gun, violently deflecting the shot. The shot, which should have hit Alaska, struck the stone pavement instead, sending up countless stones and dust.

After the gunshot rang out, the situation inside the factory calmed down considerably.

Some timid dogs lay on the ground, too afraid to move, and began to whine desperately, while some stressed dogs ran around even more frantically.

Scarface stumbled after being bumped by Tanuki. Although he wasn't injured, he was shocked to have been tricked by a wild cat. Being a violent person, he immediately reloaded his gun, then raised his shotgun and aimed at Tanuki, who had just landed.

"What the hell? I've had a run of bad luck these past few days, and now this stinking cat and dog dares to bully me? Do they think my head is made of dough?"

Tanuki crouched down, its fur bristling, its vertical pupils fixed on Scarface's every move. If he made any move to fire, Tanuki would immediately strike.

"Sheriff, think of something quick! I can only hold them off for a while. This thing is too powerful; it has countless chances. If I get even a scratch, I'll be dead!"

The sheriff stood on a nearby table, his brain racing.

Animals are so vulnerable to human firearms. If they couldn't find a way to shoot down Scarface's homemade shotgun, not only Tanuki, but few of the animals present would survive.

Just as the sheriff was in a panic, Lu Fang suddenly spoke up in the group chat.

"Sheriff! Lights! Find a power source and turn off all the lights in the factory. Our greatest pride is our ability to see in the dark!"

Lu Fang's words were like a shooting star flashing across the night, instantly making the sheriff realize what was happening.

It glanced up at the blindingly bright incandescent lights on the factory roof, then quickly scanned the surroundings: "The power must be cut off!"

"Grey Rat, where are you? Stop playing dead and go find the distribution box and bite through the bus!" the sheriff shouted at the shadowy corner.

"Sheriff, we've already looked into it. The main power cable is buried in the wall, and the distribution box is in that metal cabinet behind Scarface. It's locked, we can't open it!"

The gray mouse's voice was filled with despair.