The top of the mountain, the outpost.

As soon as the wind and snow stopped, the sky was as clear as a wash.

A guard led the way in front, followed by Wu An.

Both of them wore orange winter suits, heavy winter hats, and guns, and hurried towards the watchtower.

The watchtower—or rather, it used to be—has now collapsed into ruins, and there are many footprints scattered around it.

Three other guards stood next to the ruins, one of them looking around warily, and the other two talking in low voices.

Seeing Wu An coming, the three of them stood up straight and saluted.

"Captain."

"Captain."

Wu An nodded and looked at the scattered traces on the ground.

There is no doubt that it is the footprints of Bai Xiu.

"How many?" Wu An asked.

"I didn't have time to count them, but a rough estimate is that there are about a dozen." One replied. "They rushed over and destroyed the watchtower, and retreated before reinforcements arrived."

Wu An groaned.

There was silence and the wind howled.

"Captain, those brutes are getting more and more rampant." One of them grumbled.

I don't know why, but recently a group of white pigeons seem to be in a relationship with the institute, frequently harassing and attacking.

Two weeks ago, on their way back, the expedition was besieged by a herd of baixiu, seriously injuring two people.

This should be the most serious accident in ten years, and it gave Wu An a real headache.

"We can't let it go any longer!"

"That's it, it's too much of a deception!"

"I think we should take the initiative and exterminate them!"

"Let them know who's the boss here!"

"Yes!"

……

The four guards gathered together, and the crowd was excited, and it sounded like they couldn't wait to peel the skin of the group of white pigeons.

Although Wu An was not happy in his heart, he did not get involved in this topic, but followed the footprints of Bai Xiu on the ground, walked forward, and thought as he walked.

Humans and baixiu have never been good friends.

In the past ten years, the institute has had sporadic clashes with Bai Xiu, but they have only skirmished and have not caused any casualties.

However, two weeks ago, an expedition team was ambushed by Bai Xiu on the way back to the research institute and suffered heavy losses.

Since then, the group has launched several more attacks, including the watchtower, a total of nine.

His instinct told him it was the same gang of baixiu.

This is obviously not normal.

What is the reason for a community of white carps to suddenly become interested in research?

Thinking, I turned a rock bulge.

Something is blocking the sun.

A fishy smell came to my face.

Wu An looked up.

A huge figure stood in front of him.

The white hair fluttered in the wind, and two ice-like eyes shot straight through, revealing a bit of resentment.

Meeting its gaze, Wu An's mind suddenly flashed back to the scene from ten years ago.

On a snowy night, the White Fox King crossed the wall and stared at him viciously before leaving.

The same gaze.

It's it!

As soon as the cold wind blew, the hair in front of Bai Xiu King's body was lifted up, revealing more than a dozen burn-like scars below.

The scene in front of me seemed to be in slow motion.

The White Piper King slowly bared his fangs and slowly raised his claws, which shone in the sunlight.

Roar!!

There was an angry shout, and the snow on the rock mass next to it was shaken down.

Wu An's body was as if he had been electrified, and he immediately raised his gun.

However, before he could pull the trigger, the Bai Xiu King had already slapped him with a palm.

The submachine gun in his hand was directly broken in two, and he felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer in his chest, and his eyes went black, and he immediately fainted.

The body flew backwards several meters away, landing motionless.

The four guards rushed over when they heard the sound, and they saw the Bai Xiu King not far away.

"I'm grass!"

Where did the four of them have time to take care of Wu An, they raised their guns and fired.

Dada......

Dense bullets flew towards the White Turtle King.

King Bai Xiu covered his head with his arm and took a few steps back.

Hold it down!

The four of them perked up.

However, in the next second, the Bai Xuan King suddenly roared.

The sound resounded through the sky.

Immediately after, the sound of white fish screamed one after another.

Sounds come from far and near.

They saw a patch of white surging towards them.

It was a flock of white horses, roughly estimated, thirty or forty of them.

"Nyima!" One of them cursed, "Retreat!" ”

The two immediately put their guns on their backs and turned around to lift Wu An.

The other two opened fire to cover and retreated as they fired.

The white herds were surging towards them like a tidal wave under the fire of submachine guns.

……

Yamashita, the Institute.

Lao Gu looked left and right, and slipped into the staff dormitory like a thief.

The old man in charge of the dormitory sat behind the front desk, supported his cheeks with one hand, his eyelids half open and half closed behind his reading glasses, and nodded his head from time to time.

Next to him, a genetically hybridized golden retriever was curled up on the carpet, sleeping soundly.

On the sofa in the foyer, two young researchers, a man and a woman, sat together, not knowing what to look at on the tablet, and laughing in low voices.

It's good, as long as you sneak by, no one should find out.

Lao Gu planned to enter Mo Sheng's dormitory to find evidence.

He was now almost convinced that the walker was deliberately let go by Mo Sheng.

Now there is only a lack of evidence, and he believes that he will definitely find clues in Mo Sheng's dormitory.

In order to keep his position, he had to take unconventional measures.

In fact, as a supervisor, it was not an unusual move to come to the staff dormitory to inspect, but in order to avoid surprise, he decided to sneak in.

Lao Gu bent down and slowly moved forward against the front desk.

He has seen the introduction of infiltration techniques from some detective film and television works, although he has not practiced it, but he knows the theory, how to walk to reduce the sound of footsteps, and how to integrate himself with the environment......

Follow the way inside, and sure enough, there is almost no sound.

He attributed this to his brilliant "agent" talent, subconsciously ignoring the carpet under his feet.

The old man snored softly, the hybrid golden retriever was still asleep, and the two researchers were immersed in their world.

It won't be discovered.

Lao Gu's confidence doubled and sped up.

Just about to enter the hallway, suddenly a door opens and an employee walks out.

Lao Gu's heart was spinning, and he ran to the corner with a small broken step, borrowing the wall to block his body.

Hold your breath and listen.

Yawns, footsteps, fade away.

Phew—it doesn't seem to have been found.

Neither the old man nor the golden retriever nor the researcher noticed him.

I really have a talent for being an agent.

Lao Gu glanced into the corridor.

The employee turned a corner and disappeared, presumably to the toilet.

The plan continues.

Lao Gu just stepped out of one foot, and suddenly-

"Ding—You have a new call request. Ding – You have a new call request. Ding......"

The sound of a cell phone echoes in the vestibule.

Lao Gu is messy.

The old man slammed his head, opened his eyes, and looked at him: "Well, it's Lao Gu." ”

The two researchers stood up: "Hello Director. ”

The golden retriever wagged his tail: "Wang! ”