A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

The next day, at the shooting range in the town.

Boom!Boom!

Wearing a noise-canceling cap and holding a Luger Mark III pistol, Roy was firing bullets at a target ten meters away.

However, his movements were both standard and stiff, and his expression was somewhat empty and unfocused.

"Ring 3, Ring 1, Ring 3... Ring 4"

"That's amazing, Roy. Your best score this round is 5 rings."

"My chickens probably score more rings pecking at the trigger than you do."

"Can you tell me what makes a kid who can headshot a coyote at 200 meters with a rifle fail to hit a 7-ring target at 10 meters?"

After the magazine was emptied, the machine pushed Roy's ten-meter target to the front, where Joe's father, Sheriff John, read out the score on the target paper and mocked him without any politeness.

Roy's father in this life was a rancher, and the family was regularly equipped with Winchester 94 rifles for fighting wolves, Remington 870 shotguns for duck hunting during the hunting season, and even Glock 17s for self-defense.

However, compared to the practicality of rifles and shotguns,

On the ranch, pistols were restricted to accuracy practice due to their low priority and the high cost of ammunition.

In the rancher's words, aiming at the head and feet within ten meters is enough; for real defense, you still need a rifle.

This is also why Roy was practicing with pistols at the shooting range—he was keeping it a secret from his father.

However, it was precisely because he had some success with rifles and shotguns that he was criticized so harshly by the sheriff for his performance at the ten-meter target.

"Sir, I'm a little out of sorts," Roy replied, putting down his gun.

In fact, he had been somewhat absent-minded about everything since last night.

Ultimately, the possibility of extraordinary power is right before our eyes, and besides strength, the Witcher, who is directly linked to the Witcher panel, is a being who can live for hundreds of years.

The allure of extraordinary power combined with longevity...

All of this was urging him to make a decision as soon as possible, but when he asked the service bureau last night, they said that his information was incomplete because the case was encrypted.

The only thing known is that if Cofi cannot be adopted by a new owner within a week and pass all assessments, it will inevitably face euthanasia.

And it is impossible that the one who implements euthanasia is the temporary worker Roy.

So no matter what Roy decides, he only has one week.

And coincidentally, Sheriff John, who was standing in front of them, knew about and was involved in the entire case of the German Shepherd, and should know everything.

Under the influence of these factors, Roy was in a daze, and the fact that he didn't miss the target was due to his solid foundation.

"Is it because I won't let you practice Glock 22?" The sheriff thought Roy was just being temperamental because he wasn't in the right frame of mind.

Roy shook his head without hesitation:

"No, sir."

"The Glock 22 pistol, in .0.40 caliber, is more powerful than a 9mm pistol, with greater recoil. Those unfamiliar with it may drop the gun due to muzzle rise."

"In contrast, the Luger Mark III pistol has almost no recoil."

"It's quiet, inexpensive, and extremely suitable for beginners."

"So, sir, it's not because of this that I can't get into the zone."

Hearing this, Sheriff John's expression softened somewhat, and he asked:

"Why is that?"

Roy looked at the sheriff, thought for a moment, and then decided to get straight to the point. He said:

"Sir, I would like to know all the details and related information about the Fura case."

Upon hearing this, Sheriff John's pupils contracted sharply. He stared intently at Roy for a while before frowning and asking:

Why?

Roy blinked, considering the close relationship between the two families, his brotherly bond with Joe, and then the werewolf mark on the German Shepherd's head...

He said in a gambling-style showdown:

"I heard this case is related to non-human beings."

Sheriff John's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

He stared intently at Roy for two seconds, then suddenly turned his head to check if anyone else was eavesdropping. After a moment of uncertainty on his face, he spoke to Roy:

"Follow me!"

They found a lounge surrounded by loud gunfire.

Once inside, the sheriff locked the door from the inside and barricaded it in the doorway.

"I can tell you everything, but you have to promise me one thing: make sure Joe gets to the range on time and studies and practices hard."

In this world, sons often fall into two extremes regarding their fathers' professions: extreme admiration or extreme rejection, after all, being so close, they know all the ups and downs.

Joe is undoubtedly the latter.

He even rejected activities like shooting practice arranged by the sheriff.

"I'll advise Joe. A man should at least have the ability to protect himself and his family," Roy assured him.

"Mr. Joe," Sheriff John sighed, sat down in his chair, and said:

"I agreed to bring you to the shooting range because of the Fura case."

"There are some things I can't tell you in too much detail because they're too bizarre."

All I can tell you is that Fura and her boyfriend were at home that night.

"But by the time we arrived, her boyfriend had already stopped breathing, and the intruder was lying dead on the ground."

"Then came the intruder's autopsy report, which showed that..."

"There were remnants of human fingers in the intruder's esophagus and stomach, and near its heart there were canine bite marks, and only a small part of its heart remained."

Sheriff John put his hand on Roy's shoulder and said:

"At the crime scene, there were only canine traces of a German Shepherd named Cocker Spaniel! And Fura is missing a finger; you should know what that means?"

Roy's pupils contracted.

He knew, of course, that this absolutely meant: the intruder had swallowed Fura's finger, and the German Shepherd had eaten the intruder's heart.

Even if it's motivated by a desire to protect one's master.

However, he was still not satisfied and pressed on, asking:

"What did Fura's testimony say?"

The sheriff hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"It is said that after her boyfriend shot the intruder in the chest and head, the intruder was still able to move. Her boyfriend was also hit again due to misjudgment, which was the main reason for his death..."

"Finally, it was only after the German Shepherd ate half of the intruder's heart that the intruder completely lost its kinetic energy."

"Based on the situation at the scene, Fura's testimony..."

"It has some credibility."

After hearing this, Roy put his hands behind his head and lay back in the chair.

He had enough information, and he finally understood why this group of people both respected and feared the German Shepherd.

Furthermore, if we replace the intruder the sheriff just mentioned with a "werewolf," then everything becomes clear—

The werewolf who was shot in the head did not die and ambushed and killed Fura's boyfriend. Fura tried everything to kill or seriously injure the werewolf in order to save herself. In the end, she was saved only after losing an arm and a finger and having her heart eaten by a German Shepherd.

The German Shepherd was undoubtedly a hero, which is why the court did not detain him.

But he is also a hero who is not tolerated by others.

Just like Geralt in "No Evil Is Too Small," he killed to save lives and was thus known as the Butcher of Blavikan.

"That's enough for today. Go back and get yourself in shape. If you can get Joe with you this Saturday, I'll teach you how to use a gun with high recoil."

The sheriff gave Roy a promise at the end and then left.

Roy stayed in the lounge for a while longer. When he came out, he found a shooting range guy standing at the door, presumably on the sheriff's orders.

"Mr. John said you can fire another magazine, or you can store it and wait for another day. In short, the cost is already on his account," the deliveryman said as he approached.

Roy thought for a moment and then walked to the shooting position.

Pick up the Luger Mark III, inspect the gun and magazine, and then aim it at the newly replaced 10-meter target.

Bang bang, bang bang bang...

He quickly emptied a magazine, put down his pistol, and turned to leave.

Behind him,

「8环、8环、9环、10环、9环……」

The shooting range guy, after finishing tidying up his pistols, silently counted Roy's target counts as he changed the target paper.

But as I was reading, I couldn't help but glance outside in surprise, my mind filled with:

"That kid's pretty good. So, that target with the highest score of 5 rings, was it the sheriff who shot it?"

……

Outside the firing range, Roy hopped on his mountain bike.

He ignored everything else at the shooting range, glanced at the cloudless sky, then pedaled hard and pointed the car straight at his ranch.

At this moment, his thoughts were as clear as the sky.

He needed to find money, bribe officials, and go through the proper procedures to adopt the German Shepherd, Kofi.