On the large screen, Plane's red dot was a beacon of light in the fog, guiding all the police dogs.
But for the target of this drill, the most vexing thing wasn't the pack of police dogs that could burst out of the mountain forest at any moment.
It was this damn bird over his head.
'Who raised this thing?'
'What a loudmouth!'
"You... you get down here!"
The target leaned against a tree trunk, panting as he pointed at the sky and yelled.
'I'm done running. The outcome was sealed the moment they found me anyway.'
'He'd heard before this started that the police dogs deployed for the drill weren't ordinary. They were trained by some "master" from the city bureau.'
'This was the same guy who'd solved that sensational double homicide in the New District. The killer was even caught by the police dog he'd trained.'
'Two legs against four? It would be a miracle if I could get away.'
'But before I get caught, I have to teach this parrot a lesson first.'
