The smell of people and garbage wafted in the night sky of Uncheon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It stopped at a street corner and sniffed with its sensitive nose, its brownish-yellow fur reflected in the silver moonlight. The damp and cool winds characteristic of coastal cities give it a strong human smell, some salty, mixed with light food and other similar flavors. It also smelled of extremely light leather decay.

That should also be human. It thought. Only humans can skin other animals and put them on their bodies. It pricked up its ears, and in the far distance there could be gunfire and whistles. I don't know where. But its nose was soon filled with heavy blood and the smell of smoke.

The smell of death and decay. It loved it. Because only the strong can enjoy it.

It is not afraid of people, it is never afraid. Just like a wolf, yes, like a wolf. Its belly is now filled with hunger and hatred, and it craves the feeling of its teeth tearing through the throat of its prey. It wants to roar at the moon in the night sky, like a wolf. But it kept its mouth shut.

Can't be called. I'm just a dog. It thought to itself. Screaming makes me ridiculous. But I'm not to be ridiculous. Because I am the king of this whole neighborhood of people. All the stray dogs, all the stray dogs, here, on my territory, listen to me.

Whether it's bigger than it, it's faster, or it's sharper...... All the dogs who tried to challenge in vain were all dead.

Its ears twitched, and it whispered into the shadows of the alley, staring out with alert, bright eyes.

A group of men and women walked by in their arms. None of them noticed it.

Then another old drunkard walked over with a bottle in his hand. As the noisy men and women walked away, only this drunkard was left on the street.

Lonely humans are vulnerable. Although humans are much taller, they have poor ears and difficult noses. Even then, there are people who like to continue to weaken their senses with the liquid called wine. It's ridiculous. It's moving in the shadows.

It let out a low growl. At least that's how it feels. Because no one of its men dared to tell it, its cry was sharp and ridiculous.

It leapt out of the shadows, its fellow citizens of its race following closely.

It chased after the old drunkard who had just walked past.

The hunt began.

It roared angrily, commanding two fast wild dogs to chase after it, biting the drunkard's leg and dragging him down. Then three large dogs pounced.

The human roared and went berserk. Or maybe just screaming and struggling in panic. With great strength, he shook off the dogs and wounded several of his men with a wine bottle as a weapon.

It's useless rubbish. It thought to itself. Roaring and rushing forward.

The human didn't even notice it. Because it's just too small. This made it angry.

It pounced, knocking the human straight away, and then bit down on his throat, warm blood pouring out of it. Its mouth was filled with the salty taste of blood. It turned its head and tore a piece of flesh from the drunkard's neck. It turned around and jumped off its prey with disdain.

The human was lying in a pool of blood with his eyes glared.

It spat out human flesh from its mouth and whispered for the tribe to eat. Countless wild dogs barked and pounced.

It disdainfully goes away. All are weakling.

It only mingles with its weaker counterparts when they need to eat. Usually it doesn't care if they live or die.

It's hungry right now, but it doesn't like to eat human flesh, that's unpalatable. It would rather go to the garbage dump to pick up something to eat.

Seven humans have been killed and killed, but there is still no one to hunt them on a large scale. Because it's measured. It killed all homeless people and drunkards. Nobody cares about them. Isn't that human society? It has always been strange that even in its stray dog pack, the old and weak dogs are taken care of, but why do the erect big monkeys pay little attention to their weaker kinds?

It stopped, looking back at the frenzied eating crowd behind it.

The crowd is full of the weak. It turned its head with some disdain and looked at a 24-hour supermarket with the lights on. It carefully read a few lines from a sign.

New...... Dog food ...... It only knows these few words.

It hurriedly closed its mouth, saliva almost coming out. That's right, it loves dog food, all flavors. Even though it has now become a stray dog, it still misses the days when it had dog food every day. Besides, in its painful life as a domestic dog, there is only delicious dog food worth remembering.

It doesn't know when it became literate. It's just that one day it suddenly discovers that it can get a big idea of what is happening in the newspaper. Of course, the sound that came out was still a few high-pitched gurgles. It was also on that day that it discovered that it suddenly possessed unimaginable power in its body.

It turned forward the itchy neck. A worn-out collar is attached to it. It has always regarded its collar as a lucky object. For some reason, it always felt that this collar had changed its life.

On the day it discovered that it possessed unimaginable powers, it bit to death its owners who had been abusing it, including a 9-year-old child. As soon as the child was free, he burned his tail with a lighter.

After escaping from its home, it bit off its own little tail, as it no longer had to wag its tail at humans and beg for mercy. No one can hurt it anymore.

Suddenly there was a sound from the jewelry store behind him, followed by a shrill siren inside.

What's wrong? It turned to look at the jewelry store with the door closed.

Touch! With a loud bang, a large hole was smashed into the side wall of the jewelry store, and a fist was sticking out of it.

What the? That wall was pierced? It looked at it in amazement.

The robber in the jewelry store punched a few more punches and completely cut a large hole in the wall. Out of it came a tall man with a masked face.

He walked out with a huge backpack.

"Huh?" He looked down at it at his feet.

It bared its teeth at him.

"Haha, that's so cute." The masked man's deep voice came out.

It hunched over. He looked at the man viciously. It hates to be called cute by others! You may not be able to beat this tall human, but you have to give it a try.

"Hey! Relax, man, don't be so fierce. He said, looking at it. Then he slowly retreated to avoid it, crossed the road and entered the supermarket opposite.

Hmph, were you scared away by me? It thought to itself.

In less than a minute, the masked man came out of the supermarket with a can of drink and a pack of something.

It watched as he walked slowly.

"I really have to drink some coffee in the middle of the night when I work overtime and rob. Well...... Hot mud ......" the masked man opened his coffee and took a sip. "This one's for you, puppy." He threw a bag from afar...... Dog food.

"It's new, let's see if it suits it. When I was grabbing something in the store, I saw you looking at the sign over there through the window. You must be hungry. He looked down at it. Well...... Eat slowly, I'm going to have to get out of here. The man turned and walked slowly down the street.

It looked at the back of the man who had walked away in surprise, shook its head, hesitated, and then picked up the packet of dog food on the ground in its mouth and trotted to follow.

In the dim light of the streetlight, it waged its tailless ass and followed the man with a wide back.

The street lights are dim, but they are clearly reflected.

It's just a Chihuahua. A Chihuahua without a tail.

The two of them disappeared into the darkness together, and the sirens sounded in the distance......