Gunshot.

Everything returns to silence.

The woman's fingers were trembling, allowing the pistol she could not hold to slide to the ground.

There was an extra gun hole on the floor, but there was no blood.

——The man, the countdown came to an end just before the bullet was hit.

The woman stood up and walked towards Shirley, staggered for a few steps, and then collapsed to the ground.

The medicine the man put in the wine should contain the ingredients of anesthetics, and the fierce struggle just now made her lose all her strength.

But she did not give up. Even if she used crawling, she would move to the dying Shirley.

"It's okay...Sheri...will be fine, baby..."

She buried Shirley's head in her arms, and didn't bother to deal with her wounds. She staggeredly took basins of clean water and poured it into Shirley's mouth. Shirley spit out pink, foamy blood over and over again. The pain of fullness made her unwilling to drink water, but the master refused to let go and kept pouring water into her mouth.

There was a strong crying voice in her voice, and tears dripped down her cheeks on Shirley's white hair.

"You won't die...Sherry..."

"Don't worry...Sherry..."

"You are my...the last family..."

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The moment you tied the bandage tightly, the female spy frowned, her expression of pain flashed away, and she endured it without saying a word.

"Okay. I washed it with clean water and disinfected it with iodine. It shouldn't be infected again. You were seriously injured this time. I'm afraid I won't be able to use this hand for two months. That guy Shirley is also cruel enough, and his bones are bitten through..."

The female spy sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word. You sighed silently in your heart, and said with your waist on your back:

"If there is nothing to do, just lie down first, I'll set off now. By the way, I'll take it with me on Sunday, so it's okay for you to be alone in the house?"

The female spy shook her head.

You sighed again. Turning around and trying to go, she suddenly stretched out her left hand and grabbed your arm. You were stunned for a moment, turned your head and saw the female spy's red eyes. She looked at you as if she had something to say, but hesitated for a while, but then bit her lip and lowered her head.

"sorry……"

After you left, the female spy sat quietly and upright on the edge of the bed, motionless, looking at the direction of the door in a daze. The room was silent, without Sunday Shirley, without you, only the regular bells left.

Slowly, the female spy twitched the corners of her mouth, and tears filled her eyes bit by bit. At first, she just choked gently, but later, she burst into tears like a child who could not find her family after she got lost.

——You leaned behind the door, lowered your eyelids, smoked your last cigarette, and stomped off the cigarette butt.

"Let's go, Sunday."

"Let's go and bring Shirley back."

On Sunday, he screamed "woof" and ran ahead with his tail shaking.

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"Sherry."

"Sherry?"

"Snow-Li-"

Shirley turned around and saw her master walking towards her with a smile. She stood at the bottom of the slope, and Shirley looked at her from a high point on the hillside.

"Go home, baby."

——It’s time to go home. The work of shepherd is over. But Shirley doesn’t want to go back. She looks up at the hill where the sunset is setting.

Over the past period of time, the wolves howled more and more frequently. She could feel that it was a signal of anxiety. Perhaps it was because the breeding period, the existing number of adult Tibetan wolves alone was not enough to support their family. Perhaps, her family had reached the critical moment of life and death.

Whenever she heard those howlings, Shirley would involuntarily feel the primitive blood flowing in her body whistling. She had been suppressing her instincts, but whenever she heard the wolf howling, whenever she got close to those sheep, whenever she saw the shaking tail on Sunday, she would suddenly remember that she was originally a wolf.

Her heart was struggling.

Her instinct was calling her to walk into the depths of the dense forest and return to the tribe. She was an adult female hiding wolf, and now she was in heat. But she was reluctant to leave her current master.

"Sherley?" The master seemed to realize that Shirley today is different from the past.

Shirley glanced at her and suddenly whistled to the sky.

After the whistle, Shirley drooped her head and slowly walked down the hillside to the master's feet. The master squatted down and gently stroked Shirley's hair.

"Good boy, let's go home..."

Before he finished speaking, a very shrill wolf howl suddenly sounded on the hillside at the end of the sunset, as if echoing Shirley's roar just now.

At that moment, all the wild genes in Shirley's body were ignited - it was clearly identified, which was from the call of the former female wolf king.

The woman also realized at the same moment that something was wrong. Sherry subconsciously hugged it the moment she turned her head. Sure enough, Sherry began to struggle frantically and bark in the direction of the forest.

The woman seemed to understand Shirley's intentions. She hugged Shirley tightly, but the power of an adult hidden wolf should not be underestimated. Shirley was breaking free from her arms bit by bit. In desperation, the woman shouted:

"Sherry! You can't go..."

The feeling of being bound and the woman's words wiped off Shirley's last trace of reason. It suddenly bent down and bit the woman's arm. A sharp pain came, and the woman immediately let go of her hand and fell to the ground.

Smelling the bloody smell in her mouth, Shirley suddenly woke up. When she twisted her head, she realized that her master had been bitten by her. Strong fear filled her whole body. She seemed to understand that her impulsive behavior had cut off some connection that was higher than blood.

Shirley almost instinctively ran towards the forest.

"Wait...Sherry..."

The woman stood up to the pain and chased the forest. She barked and chased the generals on Sunday, and followed the woman all the time.

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You use your cell phone to turn the light, lead on Sunday, walking through the forest, running all the way up the mountain.

It was already late at this time, and on a moonless night, you could hardly see anything clearly.

But you found Shirley.

When Sunday's barking came from the front, you saw Shirley being besieged by four strong adult wolf. Her white hair had been dyed red with blood and fell to the ground and dying.

The four wild wolves stopped fighting and turned their heads to look at you and Sunday. Their eight eyes reflected a gloomy light under the flash.

On Sunday, you leaned down and let out an angry roar. You took a step back and touched your back, suddenly remembering that you didn't carry a pistol.

How can one person and one dog deal with four adult wild wolves? Do you take a slip shovel while they fly over and break them open? You don’t know. You just think that you can always think of some bad guys in dangerous moments, which is very funny.
Chapter completed!