The Way of a Loyal Dog's Betrayal

Lead gray clouds piled up on the sky, and a ray of sunlight seeped out from behind the thick shadows, so weak that it was almost transparent, sticking to the black steel like a gossamer.A Sombra Z-70 was hovering in the rain. The dark black medium-sized fuselage made a slight "humming" sound, no higher than the chirping of any bird.

"Target position locked, W75, N23, H3000, ready for launch."

The machine started, and in the shadows, the eyes opened, revealing an unknown depth of deep blue-black. For a moment, a sharp brilliance seemed to flash in those eyes, but they were immediately isolated behind the heavy goggles.

The goggles fell: "Preparation is complete."

The deep male voice replied to the front cabin through radio waves, and the plane began to approach the ground slowly. 2500, 2000, 1000, 800... He stood up and pushed open the cabin door. The high-altitude strong wind and the rain suddenly rushed to blow his face and body, and soon drenched him all over.

"3, 2, 1..." He counted down in his mind, and then leaped out of the hatch nimbly and lightly. His black and vigorous figure was like a falcon drawing a lean curve in the air, and it was free to pounce on the ground.

"The control room called Z-70, what's the situation?"

"The falcon has been released, but it's higher than expected. Who knows what he's thinking!"

"Slade has his plans."

"As long as he doesn't lose his life."

"He's no ordinary man."

"I know, I know! Damn alien!" the pilot muttered, not daring to say the second half of the sentence aloud.

The cabin communicator beeped at the right time.

"The Saker has landed successfully."

"The control room has received that the mission of the Sombra Z-70 has been completed and is allowed to return."

"Received, Sombra Z-70 will return immediately."

The pilot of the plane turned off the comms and took one last look at the ground below.With his eyesight, he could barely see a black mass coiled in the middle of the slender road. That was, a dog!

***

After checking the situation of all the pets in the store, Su Mo pulled down the door and locked the store door.

I don’t know when it started to rain outside. The winter rain in Florida either doesn’t come, or it stays icy for several days. The sun seems to be kidnapped, leaving only one day of heavy clouds, taking away all the good mood of people.

Su Mo opened a brown umbrella and heard a "snap" when the spring buckle was released. The energetic sound seemed to shake the surrounding air, injecting a little life into the quiet surroundings. .Veritas is a small and remote city on the border, with a small population, poor places, and a quiet environment. The people here do not have as rich a nightlife as people in big cities. At night, everyone prefers to stay at home and do their own things.So even though it wasn't late at night, there were no pedestrians on the road.

That's what Su Mo likes about Verde.He leisurely walked down the steps, holding the umbrella in one hand, and reached into the pocket of the doctor's robe with the other hand to feel for the cigarette. After a long time, he was frustrated to find that today's portion had been exhausted, and he could only sigh dryly.

For a seriously ill Chihuahua, Su Mo has been working day and night, physically and mentally exhausted, so he rejected the invitation of a bed partner very early tonight, but now Su Mo is a little regretful, he shrank his neck, he feel cold.

A car drove up from nowhere, and when it passed by pedestrians, it didn't slow down without any sense of public morality. The cold water was splashed by the tires and immediately wet Su Mo's clothes.Su Mo's expression changed. He followed the car and ran a few steps, as if he really wanted to jump up and scold the other party and even lift the driver out of the car window to beat him up. Unfortunately, the car drove away quickly.

"Damn rainy day!" Su Mo couldn't help cursing in a low voice, and the outstretched foot stopped at the next moment.

The second car and the third car drove by on the highway. A group of drivers who had no sense of public morality had already made Su Mo drenched. What is Su Mo doing?

Su Mo was thinking, but in front of him was a dark and soft mass.

"A dog," the second passing driver later recalled.

"Injured dog," recalled a third passing driver.

"Maybe it's a Doberman." The driver who was just too curious recalled.

The black Doberman Pinscher was lying on the road with stagnant water, looking very embarrassed. I don’t know if it was hit by a car or what happened. One of its forelimbs was broken, and white bones poked out. It was very ferocious and had a flexible abdomen. It also opened a hole, and the bright red blood soaked its fur, and spread out in all directions along the rainwater.

Su Mo looked at the dog stupidly. After a while, he looked around in a big circle, as if he wanted to find the owner of the poor injured dog. Then he swallowed, held his head up, closed his eyes, and raised his leg as if preparing to step over the dog. However, the leg was lifted in the air for a long, long time without falling.

"Alas..." Finally, Su Mo sighed, and resigned himself to taking his feet back.He bent down and covered the poor injured dog with his not-so-clean doctor's gown that was stained with various suspicious liquid colors, then hugged it vigorously, and walked towards his home in Verde.