Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 451 - 449: I’ll Stab You to Death!
"Absolutely outrageous!"
"They actually dare to cause trouble in Jiule City, and even try to find someone to drive a car and hit Mr. An, damn! White, tonight you find Hedgehog Granny to get a Weimar road roller, I have to check if the mastermind’s mom is on sale!"
Upon learning that someone attempted to hire a hitman with a truck to knock him down in Jiule City, Ansheng was initially shocked, then the whole fox bounced in place, fur all puffed up.
In my territory, assassinate me?
Is your mom on wholesale clearance?
"Ow..."
Seeing Brother Fuli excitedly leap up, White’s cheeks revealed a joyful expression, as if anticipating that Brother Fuli might need to use the phone. After barking at him, he turned and ran towards the back door.
Chen Zhiyu’s temporary office wasn’t anything too upscale, just a reception venue transformed from a countryside farmhouse with a drying yard.
When White returned, he had already led two stamina-enduring Bernese Mountain Dogs and Malinois to bring back the communicator and weapon equipment.
"Woof!"
White climbed up the red brick wall, stood on top, and turned back to shout at Brother Fuli.
Ansheng followed suit, climbed over the wall, and dropped into the alley, where he saw two Bernese Mountain Dogs, tongues lolling, standing in the shade cooling off, with large canvas bags symmetrically strapped on either side.
White glanced around, seeing no one and no surveillance cameras, then awkwardly stood on two legs, opened a canvas bag, and took out a shotgun.
"Awoo!" The Paw Patrol holding a grand meeting is an ingrained, glorious activity for local hunting dogs like White.
Hunting wild animals is hunting.
Hunting spies is also hunting.
Especially after times have changed, holding a gun, and you can shoot down prey a hundred meters away with one shot; no hunting dog can refuse such a tempting group activity.
Unless... Qiu Lingling locks the house door, or grips your muzzle shut.
"What are you doing with a gun? Go, go." Ansheng waved at White, then took a phone from the pouch around the Malinois’s neck, inputting a number from memory, and said, "Nowadays, the way of the world has changed, it’s all about information warfare."
"Finding enemies by manpower and resources, who knows when you’ll find them."
"Awoo?" White sat down on the ground, tilted his head towards Brother Fuli, showing a puzzled expression.
Brother Fuli didn’t say much, just pressed the speakerphone button on the phone.
Moments later, the call was connected.
"Hmm?" Receiving a call from an unknown number, Feng Wenyu didn’t say anything, just made a confused nasal sound.
"No inner ghost, I am Brother Fuli, something happened over here." Ansheng began speaking.
"Hmm?" Feng Wenyu still didn’t say anything, just a puzzled nasal sound again, but the tone was slightly higher, clearly recognizing Brother Fuli’s voice.
"Someone hired a hitman to take me out, help me trace the net to see what’s going on, give me a location, and I’ll roll over tomorrow night with a road roller." Ansheng continued.
"Okay! But it will be later... wait a minute!" Feng Wenyu, who was exerting strength, said casually, but as words left his mouth, he seemed to remember something, and said to Brother Fuli:
"Brother Fuli, act fierce now, curse into the microphone, I have a situation here."
"Hmm?"
Not quite understanding Feng Wenyu’s request, Ansheng took a deep breath, faced the phone microphone, and uttered a series of whining sounds, giving it his all.
And after Brother Fuli’s whining came out.
On the other side of the phone, suddenly came a series of frantic beast roars, along with the sound of metal scraping against the ground.
"The situation is resolved, now I’ll contact the logistics support team and have them check it out, I’ll call back this phone later."
Feng Wenyu dusted off his clothes, got up from the ground, glanced at the pangolin curled up on a small school desk, who obediently wore over-ear Bluetooth headphones while watching educational videos.
The pangolin, clad in sharp armor, with metallic shimmering silver-black scales, had claws that could inadvertently scratch the surface of the multi-layered desk, leaving knife-like marks.
And in front of the pangolin, the tablet was playing an old lecture video by Brother Fuli.
Jin Wanlin, holding a stack of test papers, simply watched the studious pangolin.
The pangolin was taking a safety regulation test.
Its claws itched to dig on the school’s load-bearing wall, and was caught red-handed by the Woodcutters.
The pangolin wasn’t highly dangerous, but its itchy hands almost turned a nine-story classroom building into a condemned structure.
To prevent its itchy habits from continuing to destroy the city’s concrete structures, pre-school education and behavioral norms were necessary before sending it to the institute.
The institute had various hidden projects, not allowing the pangolin to mess around.
This book, it had to read whether it wanted to or not.
If it didn’t score a perfect in the test....
Good thing Brother Fuli was back, or it would be sent over for Brother Fuli and White Wolf to kick around like a ball.
Watching a lecture through the screen wasn’t intimidating enough for the pangolin.
Yet Brother Fuli’s rage over the phone had an instant effect, making the pangolin frantically review, afraid that these two crazy humans might hurl it into the domain of the fox overlord, crushing it onto the fox.
If it really hit that fox.
Wouldn’t it just be like opening his skull can and sucking his own brains?
The pangolin was merely wild in nature; it wasn’t stupid, and its survival instinct to seek fortune and avoid danger was always on point.
"What did Brother Fuli say?" Jin Wanlin asked Uncle Jin Long on her shoulder.
"The fox said, ’Don’t push me to curse, or I’ll drive over and kill you, then follow the tower signals and blow up your whole family.’" Uncle Jin Long retorted:
"Though the wording wasn’t intense, every strike aims at the enemy’s relatives and attacks the genealogy."
"I see..." Jin Wanlin nodded, gazing at the curled-up pangolin studying frame-by-frame and word-by-word, revealing a ’sudden realization’ expression: "As expected, it knows we wouldn’t kill it, which is why it’s throwing a tantrum so recklessly..."
"But Brother Fuli would really kill it, so it obediently complies."
Uncle Jin Long shrugged, saying, "I believe, the pangolin can now smell the power of the punch."
"Hey! Don’t hang up yet, help me connect to Wang Qiqi from the Chang’an Security Bureau, let her help check if my hammer has finished forging, in a couple of days, around Mid-Autumn Festival, Brother Fuli might need to use it."
When Feng Wenyu was about to hang up to call the security bureau’s logistics support team for pursuing the bounty offer on Brother Fuli, Brother Fuli seemed to remember something and hurriedly spoke to Feng Wenyu.
"Alright, I’ll get back this afternoon or evening." Feng Wenyu thought for a moment and said.
"Sounds good."
Brother Fuli ended the call, put the phone back into the pouch on the Malinois’ neck, stood tall and proud, and said to White:
"Now in the era of information, every hint leaves a trail, it’s only a matter of intensity and worthiness."
"Our Spirit Beasts are strategic resources; anyone wanting to mess with us is committing the crime of illegally trading national strategic resources, a heavy crime that seriously threatens national security and infringes on national interests."
"So reporting to the police first is always right." Ansheng proudly explained to White.
"We may be few, but they definitely get the death penalty!"
"Awoo?" White was a bit confused, but generally understood the logic.
I’m precious, if someone touches me, it’s a severe crime, so Woodcutters will pursue to the end.
But since peanuts are expensive, we Spirit Beasts can apply to assist security bureau staff in carrying out the death penalty.
Such complex logic....
But it’s Brother Fuli, indeed! So cultured!
If it were up to me, I might have to lie in wait or call in the brass knuckles, and still might not find the mastermind.
But getting the security bureau involved, that’s definite, their power is vast with subordinates all over the country.
White nodded in understanding, agreeing with Brother Fuli’s saying times had changed.
Information age.
Truly must utilize phone calls to summon friends and combine with firearms to turn the other side into a honeycomb.
