If a sharpshooter refers to the kind that can win the championship in the Olympic Games, then Su Mo is not a sharpshooter, at best, he can maintain a fairly good hit rate in any environment, and it is impossible to play any ten rings and nine rings.

If the target was a fat and strong dog trapped in a cage, Su Mo could proudly announce that he could be shot.

The servant, who was far away, did not hear the barking in the kennel.

When the sheriff returned, the soldier at the door had a wonderful expression, first surprised, then frightened, and finally drew his sword.

"Who are you?"

The two soldiers trembled, but they remained determined.

"Who gave you the courage to use your sword against your commander, what happened?" The sheriff didn't move, he let the soldier's sword point at his chest, and with a slight release, he could pierce his unarmored body.

"Just now, a sheriff has already entered." The soldiers replied bitterly.

They almost understood that the one in front of them was probably the real thing, so who was the person who went in just now, and what did he do after he entered?

What they can figure out, the sheriff can't figure out.

Half a lifetime of hard work made the sheriff, who was already about to be fifty years old, look even older, and at this time, the soldiers seemed to see the sheriff who had been decadent for a long time after their daughter got married.

The old man was even a little unsteady on his feet.

He had a leg wound, and every time he was cold on a cloudy day, his heart hurt, and it was usually very difficult to stand, but if it wasn't for the two soldiers who pounced on him to support him, he might have fallen.

"Go back, kennel." The sheriff pushed the two soldiers away.

He straightened his back, and walked step by step with heavy steps, without the slightest fear or retreat.

One soldier cautiously followed him, and another blew his whistle.

The shrill whistle sounded throughout the sheriff's mansion, and the faces of the soldiers on the training ground changed greatly, but they still quickly assembled in formation in danger, stepped on neat steps, and pressed towards the place where business sounded.

The silence on this side of the kennel made the sheriff despair.

He didn't know if they were just as desperate when he led people to surround the smugglers, but at this time he was desperate and didn't dare to get closer, fearing that if he pushed the door open, he would see a bloody corpse.

After all, he was a soldier, and after the sheriff calmed down for a while, he finally went to show the reality that might be cruel in person.

The heavy footsteps are so familiar and regular, which is completely different from the deliberate acting before.

The magistrate seemed to hear something, but he quickly denied his judgment, and must have wished that the dog was okay, so he had auditory hallucinations.

He still remembers that it was a cold winter, his son ran away in anger, his daughter got married, and he felt that his life was nothing but work, dim and boring.

Until he heard the sound of chirping, and following the sound, he saw the little milk dog that had fallen into the sewer.

The sewer froze, and the little milk dog was lucky to step on the ice, but it was no more, the weak and thin body, as well as the smooth ice surface, made it unable to get out of trouble, if nothing else, its final outcome was to die quietly on the ice.

The security manager squatted down, took off his heavy gloves, and reached out to pick up the little thing, but he was bitten by the little milk dog, and after he was stunned for a moment, he laughed, and still remembers the stunned mood at that time.

In fact, the little milk dog that hasn't even grown his teeth has really no way to cause him any harm.

The sheriff carefully put the little milk dog into a warm glove and pulled it back from the brink of death with goat's milk.

"Did you hear that, my lord?" One soldier couldn't help but push the security hose and said, "I seem to hear the sound of a dog." ”

The sheriff turned his head sharply and stared at the soldier.

The soldier nodded heavily.

The security hose took a breath and took two steps forward and slammed open the door of the kennel.

And it didn't smell of blood in their faces, as they thought.

The big dog was lying in the kennel, all four feet were trapped together, and his mouth was covered with duct tape, and he could only make a grunting sound through his nose. Seeing the security pipe push the door in, its big eyes couldn't help but reveal the grievances that probably only appeared when they were children.

The sheriff took three steps and two steps, and walked over to untie the big dog.

"Woohoo!" The big dog immediately pounced on the sheriff's body, licking the sheriff's old face with his tongue, and the man and the dog were as affectionate as old friends who had been reunited for a long time.

"I know, I know, I know that you have been wronged, but unfortunately I don't understand what you say, don't sue, let me investigate this matter, your collar is gone, right, I think Mr. Hammer must give me an explanation, am I too indulgent to him, I didn't expect that this time he would offer a reward to kill you."

"We grew up together, although we parted ways when we grew up, but I didn't want to be as ruthless as people said, so businesslike, I still left him a chance after all."

"Next time, next time I want him to spend the rest of his life in prison."

The usually taciturn sheriff turned into a chatter at this moment, and it seemed that only nagging could ease the fear in his heart, and he almost put his dog in danger because of his soft-heartedness.

"My lord, someone has touched your pen and ink." The soldiers who were inspecting the kennel made a new discovery.

The sheriff stroked the big dog's head, but still put it in the dog cage, there was no way, the danger had not been completely lifted, and he didn't even know what was going on.

On the desk are neatly placed the sheriff's official documents and other things, usually when he has nothing to do, he works here, and the big dog sleeps at his feet, and then there is a bounty on the big dog, he puts the big dog in a cage, and it will take more time to appease the big dog.

At this time, a piece of paper was placed in the middle of the table, pen and ink were also moved, and the most important thing was that the person who did not use the sheriff's own paperweight, but instead used a yellow-orange-orange bullet.

The sheriff was born in the army, and even now he is a military expert.

He could tell at a glance that the bullet was a common style for mercenaries, and that it was slightly different from the bullets used in the army, which had been processed to deal additional fire damage to the target.

"I've confirmed, there's no other trace here." The soldier reported.

"You go down first, and appease the brothers outside, don't say anything about the situation here, I don't want to hear anything about it." The sheriff sat down on the table and motioned for the soldiers to leave.

The soldier respectfully took his luggage and turned to leave.