Reborn Cat Sheriff

Chapter 319 Cat Special Forces

When I went outside, I saw Mimi beating up a chubby black cat.

He remembered that this black cat was the most gluttonous of all the cats, and it especially liked to go out and forage for extra food. Could it be that this guy... has already been recruited by Mimi?
Zhao Zhigao now sees every cat as a potential spy.

He didn't know how Mimi did it, nor did he know who the clever liaison cat was. Of course, it was also possible that it was all nonsense, that Mimi retrieved the information herself, etc. Anyway, it was quite confusing.

Even after he handed the buckle back to Lin Ge without leaving a trace, he kept staring intently at Lin Ge.

He was puzzled to find that Lin Ge had no intention of going out at all, and was still fooling around with those cats. Occasionally, when he got annoyed by the harassment, he would not hesitate to beat the cats so badly that they scattered and ran away crying for their parents.

But this stupid cat just doesn't realize that it needs to pass on the information quickly!
Zhao Zhigao was extremely anxious and seized an opportunity to grab Lin Ge and lift him up. Ignoring the cat's fierce struggles and its sharp claws that scratched him painfully, he checked and found that the clips hanging on the cat's body had disappeared.

"Fuck!"

Zhao Zhigao couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

He didn't blink once from beginning to end, so how could the things have disappeared?

So there really was another cat acting as a contact. Was that playful tussle just now a way of passing on intelligence? But which cat was Agent Number Two? Zhao Zhigao looked around, his eyes blurry, but he still couldn't tell.

"So you can see that all my hard work these past few days hasn't been for nothing?"

Lin Ge gave Zhao Zhigao a disdainful look, slapped him again, and then struggled out of his grasp and jumped off him.

This is actually not surprising at all.

Just as Zhao Zhigao, as an undercover agent, was worried about getting into trouble and losing his life, Lin Ge also dared not put all his life on the importance this group of drug dealers placed on him.

Especially after overhearing the conversation between Brother Yang and Brother Simba, and being shocked to learn that his actions at the train station that day had almost been discovered by Brother Simba's men, Lin Ge was terrified and almost decided to give up and run away.

Fortunately, he returned in time, and the fact that the cat was riding in a police car and on a bus was indeed unbelievable. Also, his current appearance was not much different from that of an ordinary silver shaded cat, so Brother Yang did not think too much about it and managed to fool Brother Simba.

After all, who would have thought that a cat could traverse dozens of kilometers in an hour to complete a mission and then return on time? Even if these two drug dealers had wild imaginations, they wouldn't have thought of a police cat.

You know, cats are known for being disobedient. Common sense dictates, who would believe a cat could be a secret agent?

In addition, the Zhanghe Police Station hasn't had any major news for a long time due to the construction of a new building. The police cats, too, have long been forgotten in people's memories with the rapid changes in online news.

But Lin Ge still didn't dare to gamble. What if these people saw it in the video one day?
right?
So Lingo didn't go out much during this period. Even when he did go out, he only wandered around the neighborhood, treating himself completely like an ordinary cat.

But taking this opportunity, he contacted the lame man again.

This guy's appearance is even more ordinary, and he looks rather silly, so he's even less likely to arouse suspicion. Very few people know about the connection between the lame guy and the Zhanghe Police Station, and the lame guy, after some adjustments, is indeed usable. All he needs to do is let the lame guy befriend the fat black cat while he strolls around the repair shop with the cats at the entrance, turning the lame guy into an intelligence hub. And who would deliberately observe the interactions between the cats, right?
Therefore, as long as he has enough underlings, Lin Ge won't need to personally gather intelligence. In fact, if one day every cat in the city could become his underling, he would undoubtedly be the uncrowned king of Zhang City's intelligence world.

"They actually sent the intelligence back?"

Lei Hanqin stared incredulously at Nie Guoqiang as he pried open the lame man's mouth and removed the clasp from the dirty cat's mouth.

Nie Guoqiang's movements were a bit rough, and his limp was quite uncomfortable. But he couldn't disobey his boss, so he could only patiently wait for Nie Guoqiang to finish. Once he felt better, he quickly turned around and ran away, slamming his head into the cat food bowl.

"Isn't doing this quite risky? Mimi is being too impulsive; she should have discussed it with us first."

Lei Hanqin took the clip that Nie Guoqiang had cleaned and checked the chip hidden inside. He breathed a sigh of relief upon finding it intact, then began to complain about Lin Ge's sudden attack.

If the clip gets chewed up or the lame cat opens its mouth and runs off to play, this crucial information could be lost. Even setting aside what might be found, their communication with Zhao Zhigao would be disrupted.

"Heh, which of the cats at my Zhanghe Police Station isn't trustworthy?"

Nie Guoqiang gave Lei Hanqin a disdainful look.

In any case, it turned out that Mimi and the lame guy's teamwork had successfully brought back this valuable intelligence. At this point, whatever Lei Hanqin said was nonsense; facts spoke louder than words, and he could only bow his head and admit defeat.

To be honest, Nie Guoqiang was also quite surprised.

Cats have always been considered the epitome of willful and disobedient animals.

Who would have thought that the cats at his own police station could actually be used as special agents? Mimi was a special case and could be disregarded, but the little tortoiseshell cat and the lame one were able to carry out their missions smoothly, which opened Nie Guoqiang's eyes. He found it hard to imagine how a cat could obey orders and walk hundreds of meters from the suburbs without opening its mouth to deliver something to him. This was simply beyond materialism; their loyalty to Mimi was astonishing.

In order not to arouse suspicion from the drug trafficking gang, the anti-drug squad did not deploy too many surveillance vehicles near the auto repair shop.

In other words, no one knew exactly when Zhao Zhigao would pass on the intelligence. They couldn't even go there frequently; they had to entrust the crucial task of moving the intelligence three blocks to a few cats.

Now it seems that the cat's achievements are remarkable, even unbelievably successful.

The lame creature didn't take any detours or stop along the way from beginning to end. Although it didn't follow the usual route, scaling walls and going through alleys, it delivered the intelligence perfectly intact—that was its skill.

If Nie Guoqiang and the others knew that the lame cat hadn't even made contact with Lin Ge, but instead had taken the buckle from another black cat, they would have been even more alarmed.

But for Lingo, this was all a piece of cake.

Although cats can be capricious, they aren't actually stupid. Training the lame cat to recognize objects and commanding the black cat to approach the lame cat are all very simple things for him.

The cats will not refuse Elvis's commands.

In short, what's troublesome and complicated for humans is a piece of cake for Lingo and the cats. No one will constantly focus their attention on a few cats, nor will anyone constantly watch them act foolishly. After handing over the information about Da Yang and Xiao Yang's upcoming trip to the police, Lingo stopped caring what decisions they would make. Anyway, until he limps over again, he'll continue to rule this place as if it were his own backyard.

Holy crap, I just bought a hand warmer!

The receptionist watched helplessly as her hand warmer was taken over by two cats. A naked, extremely ugly yellow cat and a black and white cat brazenly squatted on the hand warmer, completely ignoring the receptionist's cries of pain and curses.

It's getting cold, and they're feeling pretty uncomfortable. They can't go out to play, and their bodies are itchy and uncomfortable during their recovery period, so all they can do is cause trouble for humans and find a sense of superiority.

With Lin Ge backing them up, and having discovered over the past few days that these humans posed no threat and were no longer as fearful as when they were first locked in cages, they became arrogant.

The chubby black cat has recently taken to stealing takeout food, frequently robbing a young repairman of his lunch. No one knows what breed this cat is, but it's quite plump, resembling a large orange tabby. But judging from how nimbly it steals, who would guess it can't even jump over a wall?
The poor repairman complained to Zhao Zhigao in despair, only to receive verbal consolation and a refund of the original price. Often, neither Zhao Zhigao nor Brother Yang were around, leaving him with no one to complain to.

It wasn't just the ordinary employees; even Brother Yang and his gang, who would occasionally come over, were harassed by these cats.

With Lin Ge backing them up, these guys had long forgotten the fear they felt when they first arrived. Plus, with an insider acting as their guide, the buildings on both sides of the courtyard seemed completely undefended, allowing them to come and go as they pleased and cause all sorts of trouble.

Even a beautiful figurine that someone gave to Brother Yang was knocked over by some guy and its buttocks were smashed into eight pieces on the ground.

"When I get back, I'll definitely kill you little bastards!"

Brother Yang glared angrily at these bastards, but he simply didn't have the energy to deal with them right now. Contacting the other side, preparing for the trip, and arranging his men had already kept him incredibly busy.

Even Zhao Zhigao has been very busy lately.

With departure imminent, Brother Yang no longer had time to harbor any doubts. After confirming that Zhao Zhigao would be accompanying them, he entrusted Zhao Zhigao with some less important tasks, such as hiding weapons in the vehicle.

Zhao Zhigao suddenly became very busy. Meanwhile, Brother Yang, Brother Xiao Yang, and Brother Xinba also started leaving early and returning late, and no one knew what they were up to. They only exchanged a few words occasionally when they came back at night to have fun with everyone, but most of the time it was about discussing travel arrangements.

Surprisingly, Jian was excluded from the group heading out.

He was assigned by Brother Yang to guard the house, responsible for maintaining stability in the rear for the next twenty-odd days, from when he left until the seventeenth day of the first lunar month. This task could only be undertaken by the most trusted person, and without a doubt, Brother Jian was still Brother Yang's first choice of trusted person.

However, Jian Ge was somewhat dissatisfied with being excluded from the team.

Especially after enjoying some of the fancy tricks last year, he was quite unwilling to not be able to do them today. However, faced with Brother Yang's serious expression and the team's busy and anxious state of mind during this period, he couldn't bring himself to say anything to refuse.

After all, we're all from the same hometown.

"Ah Gao, I've got something good for you!"

Suddenly, Brother Yang beckoned to Zhao Zhigao in a mysterious manner, while next to him stood Brother Simba, who was calmly puffing on an electronic cigarette with an arrogant expression.

"What good stuff is it this time?"

Zhao Zhigao rubbed his hands together as he approached, showing great interest in the several melee weapons that Brother Yang had somehow acquired over the past two days. He was particularly intrigued by a retractable samurai sword that looked like a magician's prop; when the spring was engaged, it possessed a hardness comparable to straight-forged metal. Right in front of Zhao Zhigao, Brother Yang used the samurai sword to cut through a mop handle and a clothes rack made of rolled-up sheet metal. The blade cut smoothly through both wood and sheet metal without much resistance, demonstrating the sword's sharpness and ability to cut through metal like butter. Zhao Zhigao hadn't expected Brother Yang to be a enthusiast of knives, possessing a considerable number of daggers and sharpened swords that were never apparent under normal circumstances.

"nice one!"

Brother Yang rubbed his hands together excitedly and smiled, pointing to a large bundle wrapped in newspaper on the coffee table in front of him.

"This is……"

Zhao Zhigao's eyes narrowed; the size and shape of the crumpled paper filled him with unease.

Sure enough, when Brother Yang eagerly tore open the newspaper, a crudely made replica pistol was revealed inside. The pistol, magazine, and bullets were all separated, and the dozen or so bright yellow bullets were quite attractive, making Zhao Zhigao's heart pound.

"The real thing!"

Simba exhaled a puff of strangely smelled white smoke, then squinted and said, "The gun and magazine are replicas, but the bullets are genuine Russian official goods. Don't underestimate these few items; they weren't cheap to get. It's said that when they come in from the border, each mule only carries two or three of these, which are generally undetectable by ordinary inspections. But because of this, they are very expensive; each of these dozen or so bullets cost more than a thousand dollars."

"It's worth any amount of money!"

Young Yang was extremely excited. In front of Zhao Zhigao, he skillfully loaded the bullet into the magazine and pushed the magazine into the gun chamber. Then, he held the gun and deftly pulled the bolt back, aiming at Zhao Zhigao, which gave Zhao Zhigao a fright.

"Little...Brother Yang, this is no joke!"

Zhao Zhigao quickly raised his hands in surrender, his mind racing as he considered whether he had given himself away.

"What's there to be afraid of? The safety hasn't even been turned on!"

Brother Yang casually gestured a couple of times, quite satisfied with the weight of the object in his hand. He had previously played with real guns in Thailand, spending a considerable amount of money during those few days. Now, being able to hold a similar item again, he felt a surge of courage coursing through him.

"Don't do anything reckless! I already said it's a counterfeit. If it goes off accidentally, it'll be a real problem. Are you afraid the police won't be able to find us if you fire this gun?"

Simba reached out and snatched the gun.

Brother Yang didn't object. He figured he'd be the one with the gun eventually, so he didn't mind enjoying it a little later.

"Bro, this stuff is so good, why don't you get a few more?"

Zhao Zhigao's mind raced, but his face revealed an excited expression. What man doesn't like guns? Getting this connection would be another major achievement.

Little Yang pursed his lips and flicked Simba's chin.

Simba laughed smugly: "The craftsmanship of a drug addict is truly remarkable. I managed to get my hands on the gun barrels myself, and then that guy made them by hand. So don't worry! Once we get back from this trip, we'll take our time and make as many as we want!"

"Hey hey hey..."

Brother Yang was also laughing very excitedly.

"..."

Zhao Zhigao became increasingly anxious.

To be honest, the process of making a gun isn't difficult! In fact, complete blueprints are readily available online. The materials required are also not complicated; it's something that can indeed be made by hand.

But in the country, which idiot would dare to do this?
Only those hardened addicts, lured by drugs to the point of desperation and even willing to commit serious crimes, would take such a risk. When their cravings kick in, they're capable of anything, from exchanging guns for drugs to murder!
Big Brother Yang uses drugs to control his men, and Brother Simba uses drugs to control addicts; they're all equally wicked.

As for where the bullets came from, that's another question.

Zhao Zhigao didn't know whether Simba was telling the truth or not, nor did he know where he had obtained this information. The fact was, he had not only acquired counterfeit guns but also so-called official ammunition, further escalating the threat level.

Of course, on the other hand, the fact that the drug trafficking gangs had guns was something the anti-drug squad had been prepared for for some time.

Or rather, from the moment Zhao Liang opened fire at the train station to resist arrest, the Zhangzhou Narcotics Control Detachment had already labeled this group as vicious. Zhao Zhigao's undercover mission was also based on this consideration; after all, gangs with guns and those without are ultimately two different things.

Just two weeks ago, Zhao Zhigao thought this group wasn't involved with firearms; their most dangerous possession was the homemade gun they'd hidden during their last meeting with Li Xiang. But now, it seemed the group's power, ambition, and upcoming plans had made them greedy again. If they could get their hands on a replica pistol today, they might be eyeing assault rifles or even grenades tomorrow. And by then, apprehending them would be a hundred times riskier.

Zhao Zhigao suddenly felt fortunate that his undercover mission hadn't been in vain. Otherwise, if they had suddenly pulled out several guns when he tried to arrest them one day…

The thought of that scene is enough to make one despair.

"Well……"

Suddenly, Zhao Zhigao let out a muffled groan and clutched his chest in discomfort. His drug cravings were becoming increasingly frequent, but his cat, who could calm him down, was nowhere to be found.

"Hehe... idiot, I told you not to just keep working and not rest at all!"

Brother Yang could easily see that Zhao Zhigao's state of mind was, or perhaps this was the kind of person they wanted. Although they didn't know why Zhao Zhigao had been so busy working these past two days and hadn't had much time to enjoy themselves, they were ultimately not very satisfied.

"Go! Brother Yang over there still has some good stuff! Everything's almost ready, let's have a good time today and tomorrow, and set off tonight!"

Little Yang continued playing with his gun, casually driving Zhao Zhigao toward Big Yang's side.

Tomorrow night?

A sense of urgency welled up in Zhao Zhigao's heart.

This message must be sent out promptly and the detachment must be informed! As for whether the detachment decides to take action midway or wait until they rendezvous with another target, that's not something Zhao Zhigao needs to consider.

But... Mimi isn't around right now, so how can he get through this important information he got today?

After smoking a pot of cigarettes at Brother Yang's place, Zhao Zhigao helplessly discovered that the stuff did indeed calm him down. He slowly went out into the yard to enjoy the cold wind, but it seemed that no one could help him with his urgent situation.

(End of this chapter)