Behind the police car.
"Should we give it another two shots?"
The zoo expert explained nervously, "It's a tiger. With a body that big, two shots won't be nearly enough to take it down."
There was a case in the country just a couple of years ago. Up in the northeast, a tiger wandered into a village.
The Forestry Bureau was dispatched and hit it with two darts first.
But the tiger was completely fine, running around lively as ever for another ten-plus minutes.
They found another chance to hit it with two more shots, and only after a while longer did it finally go down.
Right now, these two shots weren't going to do the trick.
"Don't!"
Zhao Hongjie raised a hand.
The tiger had quieted down for now. Hitting it with two more shots would just provoke it again.
As he spoke, he peeked out again for a look.
"Xiaoshen, how are you doing?" Of course he knew Shen Xin. He asked in a low voice.
"Director Zhao, get me a few ducks. I'm going to feed him."
Shen Xin shouted.
