Shen Xin couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Never mind their crime-solving skills—their equipment was certainly top-notch.
Police helicopters weren't nearly as common back in China.
With a helicopter, they could perform low-altitude tracking.
The coyotes didn't seem scared. Seeing Shen Xin follow, they continued their mad dash southward.
They had impressive stamina, pushing on for a good sixty or seventy kilometers along the ridgeline and crossing through the Grovantre Wilderness.
Farther ahead, the mountains sloped down, with the southern stretch of Highway 191 acting as a dividing line.
They didn't quite reach the southern stretch of Highway 191, instead starting to wander around the nearby area.
It seemed they were looking for something.
They ducked into the forest from time to time.
Thanks to the GPS collars, there was no fear of losing them.
The only question was whether they were looking for the wolf-dog.
