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

The noisy dormitory instantly fell silent, with only heavy breathing and the soft rustling of clothes remaining.

Qin Feipeng, with his standard gait, began to inspect the interior items one by one.

His gaze swept over each bed, his pointer occasionally reaching out to tap here and there. Blankets touched by the pointer were often considered substandard—either their edges weren't sharp enough or they were loose and flimsy overall.

"What's this called? A steamed bun?"

"Re-fold! I need to see the standard within five minutes!"

The cold, hard command was devoid of any emotion.

He walked to Luo Fei's bedside. His gaze lingered for a moment on the quilt that Chen Fan had helped fold.

Perhaps because Luo Fei's quilt looked relatively neat compared to the other crooked "breads" next to it, Qin Feipeng's gaze seemed to soften for a fraction of a second, but then, the pointer in his hand suddenly shot out and accurately flicked at the corner of the quilt!

With a "whoosh," the newly formed quilt instantly scattered and returned to its original shape.

"Fold them all over again!"

Qin Feipeng's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they hurriedly and haphazardly spread out their blankets, preparing to go back to work.

Looking at the scattered blankets, Luo Fei felt a surge of anger rising within him, but he had to suppress it due to the situation.

He recalled Chen Fan's technique and tried to quickly restore the quilt to its previous state, following the creases that had been pressed out of it.

His movements were cunning, displaying the "efficiency-first" slickness characteristic of street thugs.

However, how could such a little trick possibly fool Qin Feipeng?

He hadn't gone far at all; his eyes were constantly fixed on the captain of the Ganjiang team, whom he was "paying close attention to."

"Luo Fei!"

A thunderous shout rang in Luo Fei's ears, startling him so much that his hand trembled and the quilt he had just begun to shape collapsed again.

Qin Feipeng strode back to him, his pointer almost touching his nose, his eyes icy cold.

"Do you think I'm blind? Or are you trying to fool me?! I asked you to refold it, so you can do it step by step according to the standard! Not so you can try to be clever and just do a shoddy job by following the creases!"

Spit almost landed on Luo Fei's face. The imposing aura made him subconsciously take half a step back, and his heart clenched.

The surrounding team members all stopped what they were doing, not daring to breathe, watching as Luo Fei was reprimanded mercilessly in front of everyone.

Some members of the Shanghai Special Police Unit and the Hong Kong Flying Tigers even curled their lips into a barely perceptible sneer. See? They're from the mainland, and with this kind of amateurish approach, they can't even handle the most basic housekeeping.

Luo Fei's face flushed instantly, filled with shame and indignation.

He gritted his teeth to keep his rebuttal from coming out.

He could feel the gazes coming from all directions—some sympathetic, some worried, but mostly indifferent, as if they were watching a good show.

He recalled the situation after arriving at the base yesterday.

……

Just yesterday afternoon, three elite special police teams from different regions of Daxia—the Ganjiang Special Police Team, the Shanghai Special Police Team, and the renowned Hong Kong Island Flying Tigers—arrived at this secluded training base.

They came to receive "devilish training" from Qin Feipeng, an elite member of the Snow Leopard Force, with only one purpose—to wash away their shame.

The shame stems from last year's highly anticipated international special police challenge.

That should have been the stage for the Great Xia police to demonstrate their power to the world.

In recent years, with the rapid improvement of the comprehensive national strength of Great Xia, its voice in international affairs has become increasingly stronger. Many international organizations that previously turned a blind eye to or even deliberately ignored this awakening lion in the East have had to begin to take Great Xia's existence seriously.

Some major international military competition organizers, though somewhat reluctant, eventually sent invitations to Daxia.

However, behind this "reluctance" often lies a deeper malice.

The traditional powerhouses, led by European and American powerhouses, are extremely well-informed. As soon as the organizers decided to invite Daxia, they secretly made arrangements and reached a tacit agreement to give this newcomer, the "Oriental Giant," a taste of their own medicine on the field.

They joined forces, intending to utterly defeat the Great Xia team in the face of repeated and targeted attacks from as many as thirteen military powers, causing them to lose face on the international stage.

Unfortunately, they underestimated the resilience and strength of the Great Xia soldiers.

In the initial comprehensive military competition that brought together elites from many countries, the Great Xia delegation not only prevented the conspiracy from succeeding, but also, with its tenacious will and extraordinary skills, won a brilliant record of eight gold medals, six silver medals and four bronze medals in all thirteen events, taking the covetous hands of the joint team!

They defeated the united teams with their absolute strength, winning the respect and admiration of countries around the world.

This honor, like a high-flying flag, inspires all the armed forces in the country.

However, the subsequent International Special Police Challenge poured a bucket of cold water on this craze.

In the "Sharp Edge" International Sniper Challenge, which focuses on specialized sniping, the Daxia team performed reasonably well, achieving good results and maintaining a basic level of dignity.

However, when it came to the more comprehensive and demanding international special police challenge, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

The three elite teams sent by Daxia—the highly anticipated Ganjiang Special Police Team, the Shanghai Special Police Team, and the Hong Kong Flying Tigers Team—all suffered a complete defeat on the field.

Faced with the sophisticated tactical coordination, strong individual skills, and rich combat experience of strong foreign teams, they appeared overwhelmed, their teamwork was rusty, and their tactics were rigid. As a result, they all achieved poor rankings and became a laughing stock in the eyes of the international community, especially those forces that were waiting to see them make a fool of themselves.

Although no one dares to openly label China as the "sick man of East Asia" anymore, the silent mockery and contempt are more painful than words.

It was precisely in order to avenge their defeat that the higher-ups invited Qin Feipeng, an officer of the Snow Leopard Unit known as the "Devil Instructor," to conduct the final and most brutal closed-door devil training for these three defeated teams.

Yesterday, at the mobilization meeting before the start of the training camp, Qin Feipeng didn't engage in any pleasantries and directly exposed the wounds that everyone was trying to hide.

He stood in front of the simple podium, his gaze like a cold scalpel, sweeping over the three teams of special police officers sitting below.

These team members, who were all top performers and elites in their respective units, unconsciously straightened their backs under his gaze.

"I know many of you are not convinced," Qin Feipeng's voice was deep, yet carried a metallic quality.

"I think we lost last year because we weren't used to the firearms we used, and that there was something wrong with the so-called 'public firearms'."

I think it's because I lack experience in international competitions, and I got nervous.

Or blame it on bad luck, or the unfair refereeing…”

He paused, then tapped the pointer lightly on his palm, making a chilling "snap snap" sound.

"I'm telling you straight now, it's all bullshit!"

A loud shout shook the window frame. "There's only one reason for losing—insufficient strength!"

"It's because your physical fitness isn't good enough! It's because your training level isn't high enough! It's because your instinctive reactions, honed through real combat, aren't fast enough or accurate enough!"

"Don't give me any excuses! The battlefield won't give you a chance to make excuses, and neither will the enemy's bullets!"

"From today onward, forget your past identities and forget those ridiculous excuses."

Here, you are a group of soldiers who need to be retrained and transformed!

"My training has only one standard—real combat! I will use the strictest and most uncompromising methods to make up for the lessons you've missed, bit by bit, and straighten out your flaws one by one!"

"Be prepared. In the days to come, you will be ravaged, tortured, and feel like you're living a life worse than death. If you can't take it, get out now. Don't waste my time and don't drag your teammates down!"

This rebuke, so merciless, struck like a series of heavy blows into the hearts of every team member.

The special police officers from the three teams, especially the veterans who had personally experienced defeat last year, felt their faces burning with embarrassment and their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

They returned dejectedly to their temporary dormitory, the atmosphere so oppressive it was suffocating.

It was in the dormitory that Luo Fei had his first close encounter with members of the other two teams.

He is the newly appointed captain of the Ganjiang team, and he is relatively inexperienced. He is meeting many people from the other two teams for the first time.

Through Shen Junjie, who was well-informed within the team, he learned in a low voice that although the Shanghai Special Police Team and the Hong Kong Flying Tigers Team had slightly worse final results than the Ganjiang Team last year, their tournament rankings were actually higher than the Ganjiang Team due to their past reputation and overall assessment.

Moreover, most of the players on both teams participating this year are the same players who experienced failure last year.

"Brother Fei, I heard that last year on the field, our three teams barely communicated and each played their own game."

Shen Junjie whispered in Luo Fei's ear.

"Those in Shanghai think they have better equipment and more funding, so they look down on us 'local troops'."

Those guys from the Hong Kong Island Special Duties Unit are especially arrogant, always calling everyone "Sir," radiating superiority, thinking they're part of the international community and looking down on us mainlanders.

Luo Fei listened silently, his gaze sweeping across the other side of the dormitory.

The members of the Shanghai team huddled together, talking in hushed tones, occasionally glancing at the Ganjiang team with scrutinizing eyes.

The members of the Hong Kong Island Flying Tigers appeared more aloof. Their equipment was noticeably more "modern," and they communicated with each other in a mix of Cantonese and English. Their voices were not loud, but their demeanor subtly drew a line between them.

He could also vaguely hear scattered conversations coming from both sides.

"The Ganjiang team got a new captain this year? That Luo Fei? He looks so young..."

"I heard he used to be... a street hustler? Is that feasible?"

"Although we didn't play well last year, at least we had experience. This year they've got a rookie, I'm afraid..."

The disdain in his words was undisguised.

Luo Fei sneered inwardly. A rift?
He felt it.

The Shanghai team's arrogance, the Flying Tigers' superiority, and the lack of confidence in their Ganjiang team, led by "street hustlers".

But Luo Fei didn't care at all.

Having spent years navigating the streets, he had long understood a principle: face isn't given by others, it's earned. Words may be eloquent, but actions on the field speak louder than words.

"Look at it however you want," Luo Fei said, giving Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong a dismissive look.

"This year, with me leading the team, they can just watch the show from the sidelines. Whether they win or lose, it's up to them to see what happens."

He didn't take the other two teams' attitudes to heart at all, and he also lacked a clear understanding of the "devil training" that Qin Feipeng mentioned.

Back in his assigned bed, he fell asleep immediately, even scheming about how to slack off during training and how to get through the challenges, completely disregarding the rigorous training that was to come.

……

It wasn't until 4 a.m., when he was awakened by the whistle and scolded by the coach pointing a pointer at his nose, that Luo Fei suddenly realized how naive and ridiculous his previous thoughts had been.

Luo Fei's face flushed red, his blood rushing to his head, and the untamed rage he had developed from his life of hardship in the streets almost broke through the dam of reason.

He stared intently at Qin Feipeng, his fists clenched so tightly at his sides that they cracked, but his remaining senses told him that the man in front of him was his instructor, his superior, and he couldn't afford the consequences of taking action.

"Reporting, Instructor!"

Luo Fei's voice sounded somewhat stiff as he suppressed his anger.

"I've never learned how to fold these damn 'tofu blocks'! There's no such rule in the team!"

Qin Feipeng's eyes instantly turned eight degrees colder, and he slammed his pointer on Luo Fei's bed frame with a "smack," making the iron frame vibrate.

"Never learned this? This is your first lesson! In Snow Leopard, on my territory, my word is law! Pick it up, fold it again! Follow the standards, step by step!"

The air around them seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath, watching this fierce contest.

Luo Fei's chest heaved violently twice. He suddenly bent over, grabbed the scattered blankets, and threw them heavily onto the bed.

He recalled Chen Fan's previous technique and tried to quickly restore the quilt by following the obvious old creases on the surface.

His movements were clearly impatient and perfunctory. He quickly gathered the blanket into a roughly angular square, which, although far from standard, was much better than the "mud" he had just made.

"Report! It's folded perfectly!"

Luo Fei stiffened his neck, his voice hard and unyielding.

Qin Feipeng didn't even get close to take a closer look; he simply pointed at it from a distance with his pointer, his tone chilling enough to freeze a person to death.

"Luo Fei, do you think I'm a three-year-old? Or are you playing a game of spot the difference? I told you to follow the standards step by step, and what are you doing? You're fooling me! Utterly fooling me!"

"I won't!"

Luo Fei almost shouted it out; he was fed up with this nitpicking.

"That's how I fold them! In Ganjiang, as long as we can catch thieves and solve cases, nobody cares if the blankets are folded into neat squares!"

"good very good!"

Qin Feipeng laughed in anger, but there was no warmth in his smile. He took a step forward, almost nose to nose with Luo Fei, and a strong sense of gunpowder filled the air between them.

"Won't?
Then I'll teach you today what obedience means! What a soldier's duty is! Now, I command you, immediately! Right now! Learn it! (End of Chapter)