The reborn policewoman's dog solves numerous major cases, shocking the nation.

Chapter 103 Battlefield Cleanup Master! The Dog General's KPI Assessment!

Darkness enveloped the tarmac.

The captain of Giant Falcon Security stared intently at the empty ground through a thermal imaging scope.

Where are the people? No, where's the dog?

That damned husky, along with its pack of devilish accomplices, vanished into thin air amidst a hail of bullets.

The communicator showed only silence in the direction of the Alpha team.

It’s over.

The thought, like a cold, venomous snake, burrowed into his mind.

They are a group of top-notch security personnel, equipped to the teeth, including many elite retired soldiers from the U.S. military.

Today, here, I was tricked by a bunch of dogs.

They were beaten senseless by a pack of dogs.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat!"

The captain's roar echoed through the few remaining team members' communication channels, his voice filled with undisguised trembling and shame.

"Abandon the objective! Return to the helicopter immediately!"

This order was like heavenly music to these proud soldiers.

They were already on the verge of a mental breakdown from being tormented by these elusive dogs.

The team members immediately tightened their formation, protecting the limp Biao Ge, and began moving towards the two helicopters that were still circling.

Chu Sheng poked his dog head out from the top of a shipping container, looking at their disheveled appearance with a sense of disdain.

"Come and go as you please? Did you even ask my opinion?"

"Leave the person here, and you can get out."

He let out a low, rhythmic roar.

This is a new instruction!

The dog team's attack pattern has changed once again.

They no longer try to take away weapons, nor do they attack people's joints.

They emerged from the shadows like a pack of experienced sheepdogs.

"Woof woof! (The eldest says, let's herd the sheep! Leave the fattest sheep in the middle!)"

The German Shepherd Xiaoyu took the lead. Instead of pouncing on any of the PMCs, it nimbly bypassed them, grabbed Biao Ge's trouser leg in its mouth, and pulled it backward sharply!
"Stab!"

Brother Biao's designer trousers were ripped open on the spot, revealing his flashy underwear underneath.

"Ah! Don't come over here! Don't come over here!"

Brother Biao was so frightened that he ran away from the pack of dogs as fast as he could.

On the other side, a chubby Labrador led several police dogs, forming a moving wall.

They don't bite; they just use their bodies to push and bump into people.

Just as an American security officer was about to arrest Brother Biao, he was pushed aside by Little Fatty's buttocks, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

"Woof! (Leave that two-legged creature behind!)"

Little Fatty stuck out his tongue, drooling everywhere, his face full of excitement.

Chu Sheng nodded in agreement as he watched from the container.

"Hmm, Fatty's 'Mount Tai Pressing Down' move is pretty good. I'll give you a chicken leg when we get back."

"Xiaoyu's 'vicious dog tearing clothes' is also very creative, but it's a bit indecent, so I'll deduct half a chicken leg."

The PMCs of Giant Falcon were completely dumbfounded.

These dogs seem to be playing.

They are not deadly, but they are extremely offensive.

"Farke! Farke!"

The captain was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode, but there was nothing he could do.

Between them and Brother Biao was an insurmountable barrier made of sharp teeth and saliva.

In the end, they gave up.

Amidst the dogs' "farewell," several security personnel scrambled up the rappelling rope and escaped back to the helicopter.

They didn't even dare to look back.

"Om - hum -"

Two dark gray armed helicopters, riddled with bullet holes and bearing endless shame, hastily ascended and disappeared into the night without looking back.

The tarmac finally quieted down.

The only sounds in the air were Brother Biao's heavy breathing and the smell of gunpowder.

The dog squad members stopped the pursuit.

None of them let out a triumphant roar; instead, they walked steadily from all directions and gathered under the container.

They all raised their heads and looked at the husky sitting at the top.

Discipline was strict, and orders were obeyed without question. Seeing this, Brother Biao completely gave up struggling.

He collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the black and white "dog god."

at this time.

"Buzzing—"

A heavier, more oppressive roar of engines came from the horizon.

This time, it's not the United States.

Several transport helicopters painted with the insignia of the East Asian Union military hovered above the helipad like gods descending to earth.

The hatch slid open.

A dozen or so black figures slid down the rappelling ropes like lightning.

They are the most elite special forces unit of the East Union, "Sharp Blade"!
The special operations captain, upon landing, immediately made tactical hand signals, and the squad members instantly dispersed, pointing their guns in all directions, ready to face a fierce battle.

But the next second, everyone was stunned.

Before me lay a battlefield in complete disarray.

An armed helicopter lay overturned on the ground, reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

Scattered on the ground were various types of the latest individual soldier equipment from the United States, equipment they had only seen in intelligence reports.

Automatic rifles, tactical tablets, special ammunition boxes...

These expensive pieces of equipment were scattered everywhere like trash.

In the center of the battlefield, the only "prisoner," Brother Biao, was trembling with fear, clutching his head.

Was he being guarded by a pack of dogs?

The special forces captain rubbed his eyes; he had witnessed the most outrageous scene of his life.

At the very top of that stack of containers, a husky sat upright.

Its posture is not like that of a dog, but more like that of a general who has just finished a major battle and is inspecting his troops.

It let out a few short, powerful growls as it looked down.

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

The next second, the dog squad below moved!
The two strongest German Shepherds immediately ran to either side of the captured Biao Ge, keeping a close watch on him.

Several Labradors began using their noses to gather the scattered rifles and magazines together, piling them into a heap.

Several smaller police dogs ran to their companions who had sustained minor injuries in the earlier firefight and licked their wounds with their tongues.

The division of labor is clear and well-organized.

Clean up the battlefield, guard the prisoners, treat the wounded...

What the fuck...

This is the standard operating procedure for special forces after a battle!

The special forces captain's brain immediately shut down.

He finally remembered the order that Qi Gaowei, the provincial server leader, had given in a very strange tone in the communication before he set off.

"Upon arrival at the battlefield, all actions... shall be in accordance with the command of a husky!"

He initially thought it was some kind of code.

Now he understands.

That's not a code.

That's exactly what it means!
"Attention all!"

The special operations captain gave orders to his team members through a throat microphone.

"Stay put! Do not make any rash moves!"

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and turned on the high-definition camera on the side of his helmet.

It was aimed at the husky.

He was focused on this scene that overturned his understanding of his twenty-year military career.

This footage must be sent back!

Chu Sheng sat on the container, completely ignoring the stunned special forces soldiers below.

He looked at his group of underlings, internally conducting a serious KPI assessment.

"Yes, the overall performance of this overseas raid was good."

"German Shepherd Xiaoyu, brave and courageous, S-level rating."

"Labrador chubby, excellent tactical execution, outstanding harassment ability, A+ grade."

"The other team members also performed well and did not make any major mistakes."

He felt a surge of smugness.

"A commanding lead! My dog-sea asymmetric tactic is simply a commanding lead! What are those American security companies compared to me!"

(End of this chapter)