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

At such close range, Luo Fei could clearly see the burning anger in Qin Feipeng's eyes and the unquestionable authoritative pressure that belonged to a top professional soldier.

If it were an ordinary team member, they would probably be terrified by now.

But Luo Fei did not. After the initial surge of anger, a strange calmness took over his mind.

He suddenly remembered another ability of his that was almost beyond the comprehension of ordinary people—absolute control derived from the mental level.

Just as tensions were running high and everyone thought Luo Fei would either be forced to back down or about to lash out, Luo Fei's gaze suddenly became deep, like two dark, ancient wells, locking firmly into Qin Feipeng's eyes.

He did not back down, but instead stepped forward slightly, his voice suddenly becoming calm, even carrying a strange sense of obedience.

"Reporting to the instructor, yes."

The word "want" echoed clearly in the quiet dormitory.

Everyone was stunned, including Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong.

The Luo Fei they knew was unruly and unyielding; how could he possibly submit so readily, even somewhat "obediently," under such pressure?

This is so abnormal!
Qin Feipeng was also slightly taken aback. Luo Fei's sudden change in attitude surprised him, but the way the other man stared directly into his eyes made him feel a faint unease.

However, this unease was instantly overwhelmed by even greater anger—was this kid provoking us in such a strange way?
"you……"

Just as Qin Feipeng was about to speak, he felt as if his consciousness had been plunged into a warm ocean. The surrounding sounds quickly faded away, and Luo Fei's eyes magnified infinitely in his vision, as if they had turned into two swirling vortexes, trying to suck his soul in.

After all, he was a Snow Leopard soldier king who had undergone the most rigorous training and whose mind was as tough as iron. His mental barrier was far beyond that of ordinary people. In the moment before his consciousness completely collapsed, he suddenly realized something, and a sense of horror surged into his heart.

Hypnosis?!

He wanted to struggle, to roar, to punch and break the bizarre state, but it was too late.

Luo Fei's super hypnosis technique, once activated at such close range and when the opponent is completely unprepared, is devastating.

Qin Feipeng's mental defenses, forged through countless trials, melted and crumbled instantly in the face of Luo Fei's spiritual power, like ice and snow under the sun.

His eyes quickly became vacant and blank, and the anger on his face receded like the tide, replaced by an almost dull calm.

What happened next plunged the entire dormitory into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Instructor Qin Feipeng, the notoriously ruthless and strict instructor, slowly and somewhat stiffly turned around to face Luo Fei's bed.

He bent down, reached out, and with utmost seriousness, even meticulousness, completely dismantled the quilt that Luo Fei had just hastily gathered. Then, with a standard movement that could be written into a textbook, he began to fold it again.

Flattening, compacting, dividing into areas, shaping the edges... every step was precise and flawless, ten times more skillful and standardized than Chen Fan's technique just now!
The soft, floppy quilt seemed to be given life and structure in his hands, quickly becoming square and upright, with sharp edges as if cut by a knife, truly becoming an impeccable "tofu block"!
After folding the blanket, Qin Feipeng carefully adjusted its position so that it was parallel to the edge of the bed.

Then, he turned around to face Luo Fei, still with that bewildered expression, and asked in a flat, emotionless tone.

"Is this okay?"

Luo Fei crossed his arms, a barely perceptible, playful smile curving his lips, and nodded slightly.

After receiving "approval," Qin Feipeng actually bowed slightly to Luo Fei! The bow was small, but in this setting, it was enough to make everyone's eyes pop out!

"Thanks……"

He uttered two words blankly.

Having done all this, Qin Feipeng seemed to have completed an important task. He stopped looking at anyone and speaking, turned around, and walked out of the dormitory with a slightly unsteady gait, heading towards the training ground downstairs.

Throughout the entire process, he did not give any instructions to anyone else, nor did he glance at Luo Fei again.

The dormitory was deathly silent for a good ten seconds.

"What...just happened?"

"Instructor Qin... he... he helped Luo Fei fold the blanket?"

"He...he even asked him if it was okay? He even bowed and thanked him?"

Am I still half asleep? Am I hallucinating?

"It's a ghost! It's definitely a ghost!"

Whispers spread like wildfire, and disbelief and horror were written on everyone's face.

The way the Shanghai team and the Flying Tigers looked at Luo Fei completely changed. The previous contempt and mockery disappeared, replaced by deep apprehension and a trace of fear.

What on earth did this guy do to Instructor Qin?!

Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong exchanged bewildered glances. They knew Luo Fei possessed some mysterious abilities, but to make a soldier king of Qin Feipeng's caliber become so... bizarre in an instant was completely beyond their comprehension.

"Brother Fei...you..."

Chen Fan opened his mouth, but didn't know how to ask.

Luo Fei simply stretched lazily, as if everything that had just happened was just casually swatting a mosquito.

"It's nothing. Instructor Qin probably suddenly realized that I'm not a bad person."

……

Ten minutes later, on the training ground at the base.

A cold morning breeze was blowing, and the sky was still dark.

Qin Feipeng stood at the front of the group. His eyes had regained their clarity, but his brows were shrouded in an overwhelming sense of confusion and...rage.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the hazy, fragmented feeling of his memory.

He only remembered that he seemed to be confronting that troublesome team member named Luo Fei in the dormitory, and then... then his memory went blank. The next clear image was that he was already standing here, and his comrade-in-arms, another Snow Leopard team member, was looking at him with an extremely strange look.

"Old Qin, are you...are you alright?"

The team member lowered his voice and asked incredulously.

"Just now... in the dorm, you folded Luo Fei's blanket neatly, and... you even asked him if he was satisfied, and bowed to him..."

"what?!"

Qin Feipeng was struck dumb, his whole body stiffened abruptly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

He abruptly turned his head, his sharp, hawk-like gaze instantly locking onto Luo Fei, who stood in the ranks of the Ganjiang River soldiers, looking completely nonchalant, even with a lazy smile playing on his lips. Humiliation! An unprecedented humiliation!

He, an elite officer of the Snow Leopard Force, was actually manipulated by a troublesome local SWAT officer through unknown means in full view of everyone?! And he even had to do things like folding the other person's blanket and bowing to thank him—truly humiliating acts!

"Hypnosis..."

Qin Feipeng squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth, his face ashen, his fists clenched until they turned white.

He understood instantly.

This is the only explanation! And it's an extremely sophisticated and virtually impossible-to-defend-against hypnosis technique!
It was so sophisticated that even someone like him, who had undergone rigorous anti-hypnosis and drug resistance training, was instantly affected and powerless to resist!

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging anger and an indescribable sense of dread in his chest.

He underestimated Luo Fei!

This kid is much more than just a street thug with a bit of talent!
Beneath his seemingly casual exterior lies a terrifying ability that can send chills down your spine!
"Captain, in the future... try not to make eye contact with that kid."

The snow leopard team member next to him whispered a warning, still feeling uneasy.

"It's so evil!"

Qin Feipeng's face was grim; he didn't answer, but the warning was already etched into his mind. A stare?
He now wished he could gouge out Luo Fei's eerie eyes!

But at the same time, an extremely strong sense of resentment and anger was also burning fiercely in his heart.

He'd been tricked! He'd been completely outmaneuvered by a "rookie" he'd originally intended to teach a lesson to!
Qin Feipeng couldn't swallow this insult!

“Instructor,” another Snow Leopard team member stepped forward and asked.

"The three teams have assembled. What's the next training exercise?"

Qin Feipeng snapped back to reality, his sinister gaze sweeping over Luo Fei once more. He just happened to see Luo Fei, seemingly sensing his gaze, lazily lift his eyelids, and deep within his eyes, there seemed to be a hint of…provocation?
You want to mess with me? Fine! I'll play along!
A cold and cruel smile appeared on Qin Feipeng's lips as he instantly made up his mind.

He wanted to use the most direct and brutal method to tell Luo Fei, and everyone else, that in the face of absolute power and discipline, any crooked methods are futile!
He wanted to make Luo Fei pay a heavy price for his actions!
He took a deep breath and gave the order in a cold, ruthless voice that could be heard throughout the entire training ground.

"Everyone! Warm-up! Run one hundred laps around the training ground!"

As soon as the command was given, a slight commotion arose in the entire queue.

One hundred laps?!
Everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the huge training ground beneath their feet.

The training ground at this base is a standard comprehensive training ground, and a complete lap is exactly 600 meters long!

One hundred laps, that's... 60,000 meters! Sixty kilometers!
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines! The full marathon is only 42.195 kilometers, so this 60-kilometer "warm-up" was simply unheard of!

This isn't a warm-up anymore, this is going to kill you!

Wu Peixiong's honest face instantly fell, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg, he gasped and whispered to Chen Fan beside him.

"Brother Fan... sixty... sixty kilometers? My goodness, how long would that take?"

Chen Fan's face was also pale, and his lips twitched slightly.

Although he was a police academy graduate with a solid foundation, after joining the special case unit, he focused more on case investigation and targeted tactical training. He hadn't experienced this kind of ultra-long-distance running that purely tests the limits of endurance for a long time.

Sixty kilometers—just thinking about it makes my legs feel weak.

In contrast, the members of the Shanghai Special Police Team and the Hong Kong Flying Tigers, while also looking serious, reacted relatively calmly.

Their usual training intensity is already extremely high, and they have a strong physical reserve. Although the 60-kilometer run is extremely difficult, it is not an impossible task.

Many people even had a fighting spirit burning in their eyes, seeing this as an opportunity to challenge themselves and prove themselves.

However, Qin Feipeng's next words instantly shattered that bit of luck and fighting spirit!
His icy gaze swept over the three teams, like a Siberian chill, as he added.

"The rule is that the last-place finisher, regardless of which team they come from, will have their entire team run an extra twenty laps!"

Twenty laps!
That's twelve kilometers!
"Wow——!"

This completely unnerved the players from the Shanghai team and the Flying Tigers! An individual coming in last results in a penalty for the entire team!

This means that they not only have to do their best to avoid being at the bottom, but also have to pay close attention to their teammates' condition, because any one person falling behind could drag down the entire team!
Almost the instant Qin Feipeng finished speaking.

With a few "whoosh" sounds, the fastest-reacting members of the Flying Tigers and the Shanghai team had already dashed out like arrows released from a bow!

They knew all too well that under these brutal rules, even a second's delay at the start could lead to utter ruin! The extra ten kilometers of penalty was enough to crush any team!
After Qin Feipeng finished speaking, his gaze once again fell precisely on the direction of the Ganjiang team, or more accurately, on Luo Fei.

He grinned at Luo Fei, revealing an undisguised, malicious, and provocative smile.

Everyone understood the meaning behind that smile.

You want to mess with me?

This is the price! Let's see how you run those sixty kilometers! Let's see if your hypnotic skills can "hypnotize" you and make those hundred laps disappear!
Shen Junjie and the others looked bitter and helpless, and shook their heads.

"It's over, Fei-ge has really screwed us over..."

"Sixty kilometers... and I still have to worry about coming in last..."

"Stop talking nonsense, run! Run as far as you can!"

While stretching his limbs, Chen Fan anxiously whispered to Luo Fei, who was still standing in the same spot and seemed not to have woken up yet.

"Brother Fei! Hurry! Instructor Qin is clearly after you!"
"These sixty kilometers..."

Luo Fei finally moved. He twisted his neck, making a soft cracking sound. His lazy expression remained unchanged, and he even chuckled softly.

"Sixty kilometers? Just a warm-up."

His tone was so casual, as if he were simply asking what he had for breakfast. For Luo Fei, who possessed superhuman physical abilities, this 60-kilometer run was hardly an extreme challenge.

When he was on the Gan River, whether he was chasing fugitives or simply venting his energy, he ran through mountainous and wild roads that were far more difficult and far-reaching than this.

He even possesses a god-like speed as a trump card. Once he unleashes his full power, a hundred meters is a matter of only about five seconds for him, enough to leave any so-called world sprinter in the dust.

However, Luo Fei glanced at the crowd already sprinting desperately on the field, then looked at Qin Feipeng, who was coldly watching him from the platform, and inwardly curled his lip. Running sixty kilometers at that speed? Too astonishing; he'd probably be dissected and analyzed immediately. (End of Chapter)