174: Chapter 174: No dog-beating stick, only highly concentrated anesthetic sausages.

Gou Sheng's hand suddenly pulled out from the pocket of his shabby leather jacket.

In his palm, he clutched a thumb-sized, dark red Medicinal Pill that emitted a pungent, bloody odor.

"I worked hard for half a month to save up these points, originally intending to use them for Xiaotian's Breakthrough to the Demon General level!"

"You bunch of people in uniforms, you forced my hand!"

Gou Sheng's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the chin of the Mutated Tibetan Mastiff, which was still rolling in pain from the ultrasound, and forcibly shoved the Medicinal Pill into that mouth full of fangs.

"Swallow it! Berserk Pill!"

Gulp.

The Medicinal Pill entered its stomach.

The Mutated Tibetan Mastiff's massive body suddenly stiffened.

Its limbs, which had been curled up from excruciating pain, suddenly swelled violently like inflated tires.

One could only hear a teeth-aching sound of bones popping.

The Mutated Tibetan Mastiff's height actually increased by another half a meter, its black, stiff fur stood up like steel needles, and its muscles stretched its already thick limbs until they resembled the trunks of large trees.

Its eyes, which had been full of pain, were instantly covered by a bloodthirsty scarlet hue.

Even though the speakers overhead were still emitting a 100,000-hertz ultrasonic dog whistle.

But this monster seemed to have completely severed its pain nerves, relying on the violent medicinal power to forcefully overcome the biological sound wave suppression.

Roar!

The Mutated Tibetan Mastiff let out a roar that shattered eardrums, its thick hind legs kicking hard against the cement ground.

The hard cement ground was kicked into a half-meter deep crater.

Its huge body was like a black cannonball, rushing directly toward Gu Changan at the front, carrying a fishy stench.

The expressions of dozens of Special Police officers changed drastically.

This speed was too fast; there wasn't even time to react and fire their guns.

"You forced me to use force."

Gu Changan stood in place and sighed.

Facing the terrifying giant beast rushing toward him, he had no intention of dodging.

Just as the Mutated Tibetan Mastiff leaped into the air.

Gu Changan silently chanted in his mind.

"Activate [Domain Solidification]."

Hum—!

A translucent energy barrier, invisible to the naked eye, centered on Gu Changan and instantly enveloped the entire Workshop No. 3.

All space within this range was completely locked down.

Let alone this Mutated Tibetan Mastiff, even a fly could not fly out of this abandoned factory building now.

A lawless land, ended here.

Immediately after, Gu Changan reached his hand into the inside of his trench coat.

Under Gou Sheng's fanatical and expectant gaze, he did not pull out any high-tech weapons.

Instead, he pulled out something.

A red, huge ham sausage wrapped in transparent plastic casing...

This ham sausage was a full half-meter long, thicker than an adult's thigh.

Gou Sheng was stunned.

The Special Police officers were also stunned.

Who hides such a huge starch sausage in their trench coat when going out on a mission?

But that was not a starch sausage at all.

This was a "Directional High-Pressure Anesthetic Bomb" just developed by the Equipment Department yesterday; it was just that there weren't enough Materials for the outer shell coating, so they temporarily used supermarket sausage packaging for camouflage.

Gu Changan weighed the heavy ham sausage in his hand.

Looking at the Mutated Tibetan Mastiff with its bloody maw open in mid-air.

He swung his arm backward.

He threw that half-meter-long giant ham sausage directly into the air.

At the same time, Gu Changan focused his Qi into his Dantian and issued a short, sharp command in the sternest tone.

"Sit!"

This was an extremely absurd scene.

A prototype Hell hound capable of tearing an armored vehicle to shreds was preparing to go on a killing spree in mid-air.

Yet its rhythm was interrupted by a thrown ham sausage and a command to "Sit."

No matter how many Berserk Pills this Mutated Tibetan Mastiff had eaten, no matter how large its body had become.

Its canine instincts, etched into its DNA, inevitably occupied the high ground of its brain when it saw the flying long-shaped food.

The Mutated Tibetan Mastiff's movements in mid-air momentarily froze.

Its bloody maw, which had been prepared to bite Gu Changan's neck, subconsciously changed direction and bit down on the half-meter-long red ham sausage.

Snap.

A mouthful of steel teeth instantly pierced the plastic casing.

But what burst out from inside was not starch or minced meat.

It was a special liquid anesthetic, compressed under high pressure, with a concentration as high as 99 percent.

Bang!

The ham sausage exploded directly in the Mutated Tibetan Mastiff's mouth.

A large cloud of white, high-concentration anesthetic spray, following its open mouth, poured directly into its respiratory tract, rushing straight to the cerebral cortex.

This was a lethal dose capable of knocking out an adult African elephant in three seconds.

It all detonated at zero distance inside its oral cavity.

"Whimper..."

The Mutated Tibetan Mastiff let out an extremely aggrieved whimper.

In its scarlet eyes, the violent look instantly dissipated, replaced by an extreme sense of confusion and drowsiness.

Its massive body lost balance in mid-air.

Boom.

The Mutated Tibetan Mastiff slammed heavily onto the cement floor less than a meter from Gu Changan's feet.

Kicking up a cloud of dust.

Its huge tongue hung out of its mouth, and its limbs twitched twice.

Immediately after, a thunderous snoring sound came from the nostrils of this mutated giant beast.

It was asleep.

And it was sleeping very soundly; even if someone were to saw its leg with a chainsaw now, it wouldn't wake up.

The entire Workshop No. 3 was deathly silent.

Gou Sheng stared blankly at the behemoth on the ground snoring away.

His brain had stopped thinking.

"This... this is a Divine Beast!"

Gou Sheng clutched his head in a breakdown, pointing at the dog on the ground, then pointing at Gu Changan.

"This is a Divine Beast that ate the System's Berserk Pill! How could it be taken down by a ham sausage?"

This was simply the ultimate insult to his hard work of raising it for so many days.

Gu Changan brushed the dust off his trench coat.

He walked up to Gou Sheng with large strides.

Click.

A pair of cold silver handcuffs was cleanly and efficiently cuffed onto Gou Sheng's wrists.

"What Divine Beast?"

Gu Changan looked at him coldly.

"In the face of national law, it is just a large animal that hasn't obtained a 'Dog Breeding License'."

"Your charges are very clear now."

"Illegal breeding of prohibited fierce dogs within the city limits."

"Failure to take safety precautions, suspected of endangering public safety."

"Also, feeding animals Medicinal Pills with unknown chemical components, suspected of animal abuse."

Gu Changan looked at Gou Sheng's ashen face, his tone flat.

"Your dream of being the Underground King has woken up; prepare to go inside and work on the sewing machine."

Gou Sheng slumped to the ground.

The Divine Pet Raising System in his mind, because the host had suffered social death and lost the cultivation target, had already issued a red warning for forced unbinding.

He was completely finished.

Dense sounds of car engines came from outside.

Several white box trucks marked "Donghai City Animal Epidemic Prevention Station" drove in.

A dozen staff members wearing heavy white protective suits ran into the workshop carrying various instruments.

The leading station chief of the Epidemic Prevention Station ran to Gu Changan, glanced at the Mutated Tibetan Mastiff on the ground like a small mountain, and swallowed hard.

"Director Gu, your commotion is way too big."

"This thing's size is seriously over the limit; our station's cages can't hold it at all."

Gu Changan waved his hand.

"Mobilize a heavy flatbed trailer."

"This dog must be taken back for strict quarantine and observation."

Gu Changan looked at the Mutated Tibetan Mastiff's hard black fur.

"Right, according to epidemic prevention regulations. This dog isn't registered, it must be given a rabies vaccine immediately."

"Its skin is too thick, ordinary needles can't pierce it; go to the military region and borrow a pneumatic injection gun."

The station chief nodded repeatedly, directing the staff to start using thick steel wire ropes to physically bind the dog.

Chen Xiaobei walked over holding a tablet, watching the giant dog being slowly hoisted up by a crane.

"Director Gu, how should this dog be handled later? We can't just keep it locked up forever; it consumes too much dog food."

Gu Changan watched the flatbed trailer driving away.

"This physique, this muscle density. If we remove the berserk genes from its body at the research institute."

"Send it to the Northeast Military Region to serve as a snow patrol dog."

Gu Changan touched his chin.

"With this physique, not pulling a sled is truly a waste of national resources."