Solving the case: Combining the police dog's olfactory genes at the beginning

At the same time, the roar of engines could be heard from the river.

When Mr. Wei and his group, who had originally come to meet him in their yacht, heard the gunshots, they realized something was wrong and immediately turned around and fled.

"Brother Wei! Help me!"

Ma Zi roared at the departing yacht, but only the sound of the engine fading into the distance answered him.

Luo Fei didn't even glance back at the fleeing yacht; his target remained the group of people in front of him.

Ma Zi was now powerless to resist; his face was ashen, and he was covered in cold sweat.

"Who...who are you?"

"I can't breathe," Ma Zi asked, his voice distorted with pain.

"At least let me die knowing why."

Luo Fei crouched down and pressed the muzzle of his gun against Ma Zi's right knee.

"You have no right to know. Now, I ask, you answer. If you say one wrong word, you will bear the consequences."

Ma Zi nodded with difficulty, his lips pale from blood loss.

Were you in Jiangcheng on October 1, 2006, eighteen years ago?

The pockmarked man's eyes darted around.

"Should be."

Gunshots rang out, and Ma Zi's kneecap was shattered. He let out a scream that sounded inhuman, and his body convulsed violently.

I need a definite answer.

Luo Fei's voice was cold.

"Yes! I was in Jiangcheng at the time!"

Ma Zi was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.

"I'm here on a mission!"

Luo Fei's eyes grew even colder.

"Did you kill a man named Hao Jianguo?"

Ma Zi froze, his eyes filled with terror.

This reaction has already given Luo Fei the answer.

Another shot pierced through the pockmarked man's kneecap.

"Ah! Yes! I killed him!"

Ma Zi was in so much pain he almost fainted.

"Please don't shoot!"

Luo Fei's face was contorted, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Details. I need to know every single detail."

Ma Zi spoke haltingly, panting.

"I stole a truck, followed him, and then ran him over off a cliff."

Luo Fei closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

After eighteen years, he finally found one of the murderers who killed his parents.

When he opened his eyes again, they were devoid of any human emotion.

"last question."

Luo Fei's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Who ordered you?"

The pockmarked man opened his mouth, about to answer.

A bullet grazed Luo Fei's cheek, leaving a bloody mark, before striking Ma Zi precisely between the eyebrows.

Luo Fei rolled to dodge, activating his "Eagle Eye" ability at the same time.

His gaze pierced through the night, locking onto the rooftop of the building across the street, where a dark figure was putting away a sniper rifle and quickly disappearing at the edge of the rooftop.

"Silence them."

Luo Fei gritted his teeth and whispered.

He quickly examined Ma Zi's body and found a miniature listening device inside his collar.

"They were indeed listening all along."

Luo Fei sneered and crushed the small device.

The faint sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance.

Luo Fei put on a mask and quietly left the scene under the cover of night.

He followed the pre-planned route through several alleys, and only after confirming that no one was following him did he walk toward a black sedan parked on the side of the road.

Inside the car, Chen Xuanran had been waiting for a long time.

"How about it?"

She handed me a wet towel.

Luo Fei took the towel and wiped the blood and sweat from his face.

“Ma Zi is dead, silenced. Someone is listening to our conversation.”

Chen Xuanran frowned.

"That is to say."

"The mastermind behind this knows I'm investigating this matter."

Luo Fei started the car and drove into the night.

“But it doesn’t matter, now it’s his turn to be afraid.”

The car stopped on a secluded section of road in the suburbs.

Luo Fei turned off the engine, rolled down the window, and let the night breeze dispel the smell of blood inside the car.

He took out his phone and pulled up an old photo.

That was the last photo of him with his parents, taken on the eve of National Day in 2006.

In the photo, the young father has his arm around the mother's shoulder, and both of them are smiling brightly.

Young Luo Fei stood in the middle, holding a cotton candy he had just bought, his face filled with innocent joy.

Memories flood back
"Xiaofei, eat slowly, don't get your clothes dirty."

My mother's gentle voice seemed to be right next to my ear.

"Dad, shall we come to the amusement park again tomorrow?"

Luo Fei looked up and asked.

His father ruffled his hair.

"Of course, as long as Xiaofei is happy, Mom and Dad will come with you every day."

Those were the last happy moments for their family.

The next day, the parents went out to run errands and never returned. The police concluded it was a traffic accident, but there were many suspicious points at the scene.

Young Luo Fei was sent to an orphanage, and it wasn't until many years later that he accidentally discovered there was more to the story than met the eye in his parents' deaths.

"Dad, Mom"

Luo Fei's fingers gently traced the smiling faces of his parents in the photo, and suddenly his throat tightened.

The loneliness, anger, and hatred of the past eighteen years erupted all at this moment.

This man, who could remain calm amidst a hail of bullets, was now sobbing uncontrollably, his face buried in his hands on the steering wheel, like a child.

After a long while, Luo Fei raised his head and wiped away his tears.

I will find them all; I will not let a single one escape.

He started the car and drove towards the building across the Han River.

The signs of the top-floor door lock being pried open were clearly visible, and the sniper's gun-mounted position still retained a faint smell of gunpowder.

Luo Fei closed his eyes and activated the "Genius Eye" ability.

The world became incredibly clear to his senses: the trails of dust, the lingering temperature in the air, and... a faint scent of perfume.

"This is."

Luo Fei suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting.

He was all too familiar with this smell; just three days ago, he had been lost in its aroma.

Han Zixuan.

The girl who disappeared twelve years ago, his only childhood playmate, is now intertwined with the traces of a sniper.

"impossible"

Luo Fei slammed his fist against the wall, blood seeping from his knuckles.

He refused to believe the coincidence, yet he couldn't explain why this unique perfume formula would appear on two completely unrelated people.

"Li Shun, where are you?"

Xi Ruyi's voice came through his earphones, interrupting his thoughts.

"Investigating clues outside."

Luo Fei switched back to work mode.

See you at the dock tomorrow.

After hanging up the communication, Luo Fei surveyed the scene again. The sniper was very professional, leaving almost no valuable clues except for that lingering fragrance.

The next morning, at a wharf on Binjiang Road.

"Honey, would you like to eat fish today?"

Xi Ruyi linked arms with Luo Fei, her voice sickeningly sweet.

They posed as a young couple buying seafood, but were actually monitoring an impending drug deal.

"what ever."

Luo Fei answered absentmindedly, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the dock. Last night's discovery had unsettled him, but the mission had to be completed.

At 10:00 AM sharp, an inconspicuous fishing boat docked at the shore.

Luo Fei saw four men disembark, one of whom was carrying a black waterproof bag.

"Prepare for action."

Luo Fei said in a low voice, his hand already touching the gun at his waist.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A gunshot rang out from the side, and the man carrying the black bag fell to the ground. Chaos erupted on the dock as a gunfight broke out.

"hidden!"

Luo Fei pulled Xi Ruyi behind a container. After a brief three-minute firefight, the police brought the situation under control, arresting four drug dealers, killing three, and scattering drugs from the black bag all over the ground.

"Hold!"

Luo Fei cursed under his breath.

This was not the time they planned to close the net.

Back at the temporary command post, Luo Fei dialed Meng Haonan's number.

"Sir, the deal has been moved up; we missed the optimal timing." "What happened?"

Meng Haonan's voice was filled with dissatisfaction.

"I suspect they were trading underwater."

Luo Fei quickly analyzed the situation.

"We inspect the drugs in diving suits, and if there's a problem, we dump the drugs into the river so the police can't find any evidence."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

"That makes sense. So what about now?"

"Wei's connection hasn't been severed yet."

Luo Fei's voice was icy.

"I will not let him get away with this."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Fei did not tell Xi Ruyi and his other colleagues the whole story.

He needed to think for himself: Who killed Ma Zi? Was it the drug trafficking organization behind the major? People from Arctic Fox? Or the "poison mastermind" behind Boss Wei?
"Li Shun, you've been acting strange these past two days."

Xi Ruyi handed him a cup of coffee.

"There shouldn't be secrets between husband and wife, right?"

Luo Fei forced a smile.

"There are just some clues that are hard to figure out."

"About that Han Zixuan?"

Xi Ruyi asked astutely.

"The information you asked me to look up has yielded results."

Luo Fei's body stiffened.

"What's the result?"

"Her parents also died in a car accident the year after your parents died."

Xi Ruyi lowered her voice.

"What a coincidence, isn't it?"

Luo Fei's hand trembled as he held the cup. Official records ceased after Han Zixuan disappeared at the age of sixteen.

He spotted her on the community's security cameras, but the footage was blurry at night and he couldn't track her. Even more strangely, there was no record of her in Jiangcheng's immigration records.

She changed her identity.

Luo Fei muttered to himself.

“There are even stranger ones.”

Xi Ruyi leaned closer.

"The perfume used by that sniper has a very special formula, containing a rare orchid extract called 'Night Queen,' which is produced in very small quantities worldwide."

Luo Fei's heart sank to the bottom.

That night, the fragrance emanating from Han Zixuan made him feel as if he had returned to his childhood.

And now, the same smell is being detected at the sniper's scene.

"I hope this is just a coincidence."

Luo Fei's voice was hoarse.

Meanwhile, Brother Shui was having a private meeting with Boss Wei at a private club.

"That Li Shun is Luo Fei."

"Brother Shui said excitedly."

"He did what happened on the cargo ship!"

Mr. Wei tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his face grim.

"We've been ordered to suspend supplies."

"Why? The police have no evidence at all!"

"It's best to be cautious."

Mr. Wei stood up.

"That Luo Fei is no simple man; you know about his parents."

Shui Ge's expression changed.

"Hasn't that thing already happened?"

"Shut up!"

President Wei interrupted sharply.

"Watch your mouth, or you'll be the one floating in the river next time."

After leaving the club, President Wei got into a luxury car and dialed an encrypted number.

"Luo Fei began to have doubts."

he whispered.

"Does it need to be handled?"

A muffled electronic voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Proceed as planned. Remember, the charity gala cannot afford any mistakes."

"clear."

Mr. Wei hung up the phone.

Six years ago, he was a corrupt official who had just been released from prison, but now he has become a well-known philanthropist in Jiangcheng.

No one knew that his pharmaceutical company was just a front; the real profits came from an underground drug network.

Ironically, he did indeed invest most of his ill-gotten gains in charity, building schools, sponsoring impoverished students, and supporting disaster areas.

Even he himself sometimes couldn't tell whether it was a disguise or a redemption.

Luo Fei's investigation soon yielded new findings.

"President Wei has financial problems."

Cheng Yunchuan pushed up his glasses in front of the computer.

“His annual drug profits are about 200 million, but his charitable expenditures exceed 300 million.”

"Is he laundering money?"

Xi Ruyi asked.

"Do not."

Cheng Yunchuan shook his head.

"These donations are all genuine, with receipts and project details. The question is, where did the money come from?"

Luo Fei stared at the data on the screen.

Mr. Wei doesn't own cars, houses, or have mistresses; he has donated almost all of his illegal gains.

This doesn't align with the behavior logic of drug lords.

……

That evening, Luo Fei stood in front of the bathroom mirror, warm water washing over his tired face. Li Shun's scarred face gradually melted away, revealing his originally handsome features.

"how are you today?"

Chen Xuanran, now using the alias Xi Ruyi, leaned against the door frame, holding two cups of hot tea in her hands.

She was wearing loose pajamas, her hair casually tied back, looking like any ordinary wife waiting for her husband to come home.

Luo Fei took the teacup, and when their fingertips touched, both of them subconsciously flinched.

"Boss Wei has taken the bait."

He kept his voice low, even though the apartment had undergone a thorough security check.

"But I need 100 million in cash, within 24 hours."

Chen Xuanran frowned.

One hundred million? In cash?

She put down her teacup.

"This doesn't make sense; it's much easier for drug dealers to transfer money."

He's testing the waters.

Luo Fei dried his face, water droplets sliding down his collarbone and into his collar.

"I want to see if I can really come up with that much cash. Only real gangsters, especially those who run underground banks, can raise that much cash in such a short time."

Chen Xuanran walked into the living room and took out a black notebook from under the coffee table.

"General Manager An?"

She turned to a page with a picture of a middle-aged man whose oily face had a pair of sinister small eyes.

Luo Fei nodded, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"They can bury a family of three alive and still get away with it. It's time for them to pay a price."

The next day at noon, in the most luxurious teahouse private room in Jiangcheng, Boss An was enjoying the service of a young female masseuse with his eyes half-closed.

His real name is An Bo, but in the underworld, everyone respectfully calls him "Boss An".

"Mr. An, the phone."

The bodyguard handed over the phone, the screen displaying "Unknown Number".

Anbo impatiently waved for the masseur to leave.

"Who?"

"Li Shun".

The voice on the other end of the phone was deep and dangerous.

"I heard you can mobilize hundreds of millions of yuan in cash in Jiangcheng overnight."

Anbo's expression froze, and he gestured for his bodyguard to leave the private room.

"Mr. Li is joking. Who hoards so much cash these days?"

"You used cash when you buried the Wang family of three alive."

Luo Fei's voice suddenly turned sharp.

"Three million for three lives, isn't that a good deal?"

Anbo's face turned ashen, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"How do you know?"

"I know far more than you can imagine."

Luo Fei sneered.

"For example, the safe in your seaside villa, or the 'tribute' you give to Director Zhang every month."

"what do you want?"

Anbo's voice began to tremble. (End of Chapter)