Meow Ba

Chapter 85 Caviar Temperature
"Orange, come down!"

Standing on the shoulders of a fat orange cat weighing fourteen to five pounds is not a small burden. Melissa raised her hand to grab Ron off her shoulders. Unexpectedly, Ron jumped and jumped from Melissa's shoulders. Jumped off his shoulders, and dragged the cat leash around the airport hall.

"Oh, Orange, don't run around!"

"This is the airport, be careful not to be stepped on by others."

Ron was brought out by Melissa from the Orange County Police Department. Even if the smuggler was not caught, Melissa would bring Ron back to Lorraine safely.

But compared to the cat family that can flexibly switch between solid and liquid, Melissa's speed is still a bit slower. She watched Ron rush out of the airport gate and run to an invisible corner.

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Running out of the airport gate, Ron hid in the corner, made sure no one was paying attention to him, and then squatted down and took off the cat rope on the collar with his front paws—this thing really affects his flexibility, and if he is caught, Ron can't run Can't run away.

After removing the restraints on his body, Ron ran again to find the small trolley for carrying luggage at the airport, and soon he saw the small trolley on the side of the road at the airport's exit building, but there was no sign of liquid nitrogen on it. Bright cans - Two workers in yellow vests are carefully loading cans into the trunk of a white SUV.

"Be careful, be careful!"

"There's antivenom in the jar, and you won't be able to accompany it if it breaks."

A bald man in a suit and leather shoes stood next to the white SUV, watching the two staff members carry it, while reminding loudly.In his hand, dangling a handle of car keys.

"..."

Yo!Porsche Cayenne!Quite rich!
But antivenom in the jar?Maybe not!

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched disdainfully, and while he briskly ran to the white SUV, he recalled what Robert had said not long ago.

When Robert made fried eggs with caviar and avocado, he not only talked about the classification of caviar, but also how to preserve it.

Caviar, foie gras, and truffles are collectively known as the "Three Western Delicacy", but in terms of preservation conditions, caviar is the most stringent.

Minus 2-4 degrees Celsius is the most suitable temperature for caviar storage. At this temperature, caviar can be stored for eighteen months. Once the temperature exceeds this range, the taste of caviar will be affected.

Although low-temperature sterilization can also be used to extend the shelf life, caviar will produce a rubbery odor and lose its edible value.

From the perspective of a smuggler, the reason why he smuggled caviar is naturally because of the high profit margins—unlike other smuggled items, caviar is food, and the most important thing is the taste. Once the taste changes, it will become Worthless.

In order to maximize profits, when smuggling caviar, smugglers must take measures to maintain the good taste of caviar.

At this moment, the consignment jar containing antivenom is the most suitable for these functions-who said that smuggling must be accompanied by people?

"Meow~"

Carefully approaching the bald man, Ron let out a soft cry, then squatted down and looked at him with big round eyes. Behind the bald man, two staff members had already loaded the liquid nitrogen tank on the car and closed it the trunk.

For Ron, there is only one chance.

"Hi, little fat cat."

Few people can resist the temptation of cats, especially fat cats. The bald man seems to like small animals. He bent down, stretched out his hand holding the car keys, and wanted to stroke Ron's hair with a smile.

"Meow~"

Pretending to scream softly again, Ron pressed his ears and waited for the palm of the bald man to fall on his head, then turned his head and clawed hard, the middle-aged bald man immediately let out a cry of pain, and dropped the car keys in his hand down.

"Oh! F8CK! Dead fat cat, dare to grab me!"

Hey hey hey!go you!

Ignoring the cursing of the bald man, Ron immediately lowered his head and bit the dropped car keys, turned around and ran towards the airport gate, and the furious bald man chased after him with his hands in his hands, cursing.

"Fat cat, let me catch you, I must kill you!"

"Hung from a tree with a cat rope around his neck!"

The curse of gnashing his teeth made Ron more sure that he was a smuggler. After all, doctors who need snake venom serum are generally of high quality, and they rarely swear like this.

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It took only a few minutes for Ron to jump off Melissa's shoulders and return to the airport hall. As soon as Melissa walked to the exit of the airport hall, Ron ran in and jumped into Melissa's arms inside.

"Hey, Tangerine, where have you been?"

Melissa, who was worried about Ron just now, was afraid that Ron would get lost or get hurt, happily stroking Ron's hair, then Ron turned his head and spit out the Porsche car key in Melissa's hand .

"Huh? Tangerine, where did you pick up the car keys?"

The gap was only a minute or two, and the bald man who was chasing Ron also walked into the airport hall. He looked around to find the figure of the fat orange cat just now, and then saw Melissa holding Ron—wearing a police vest , and such a round cat is still easy to find, but seeing the police uniform on Melissa, the bald man's face changed slightly, and he walked in front of Melissa.

"Officer, the car keys that your cat took are mine, can you return them to me?"

"Huh? Oranges?"

She was deeply moved by Ron's intelligence. Facing the request from the bald man, Melissa looked at Ron in her arms, her eyes full of questions.

Under Melissa's gaze, Ron stretched out a claw and pressed the Porsche car key in Melissa's hand.

"Yeah, I got it."

Seeing Ron's actions, Melissa nodded, then took out the police badge from her pocket and showed it to the bald man.

"Sir, I am Melissa, the patrol officer of the Orange County Police Headquarters. The police cat Juzi found contraband in your car. Please assist us in our investigation, thank you!"

"Police cat?"

"You would rather trust a cat than me?"

The bald man froze for a moment, and suddenly yelled—although he was confident that the police would find nothing in the search, but if he could avoid the search by yelling to attract the attention of others, it would be a better result.

"Need help? Melissa."

The bald man's voice was a little louder, and Victor, who was on duty at a nearby station, led Barto over, and the calm German old black back immediately made the bald man's voice quiet down.

"Victor, it's okay."

Nodding to the companion who came over, Melissa took out the police badge again and said seriously to the bald man.

"Sir, our police cats will be professionally trained. No matter what contraband, our police cats can find it, unless you are guilty and don't want to assist us in the investigation."

(End of this chapter)