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

In order not to disrupt the "balance" of this world, it's best to keep a low profile.

With that thought in mind, Luo Fei no longer hesitated, took a step, and joined the running crowd at a pace that looked quite leisurely, even somewhat nonchalant.

His steps were light and his breathing steady, a stark contrast to the gritted teeth and ferocious expressions of the teammates around him, as if he were really just participating in a relaxing morning jog.

The lines on the track gradually spread out, as if filtered through an invisible sieve.

Although all three teams underwent targeted physical training before the training camp, resulting in a significant improvement in their overall strength, the differences between individuals and the different focuses of their recent training were still exposed under such an extremely brutal 60-kilometer rally.

The eight members of the Flying Tigers truly demonstrated their formidable international capabilities, taking an absolute lead from the very beginning and forming a tight first-tier team.

Their steps were steady and their rhythm was unified. Their breathing seemed to have been specially adjusted. Although there was sweat on their foreheads, they maintained a very good condition.

In the Shanghai Special Police Team and the Ganjiang Special Police Team, three of the most physically fit members gritted their teeth and formed a second echelon, closely following the first echelon for about 100 meters.

They dared not relax in the slightest, because the main force was behind them, and if they slowed down, they might be swallowed up.

Luo Fei, Chen Fan, Wu Peixiong, and several other athletes who were slightly less physically fit or better at other events were placed in the final third group.

This team has a complex composition, coming from three different teams, but they are generally the slowest.

By the tenth lap, this grouping had largely stabilized. By the twentieth lap, the distance between the groups had increased from the initial 100 meters to over 150 meters.

Within this lagging third tier, the situation is also quietly changing.

Although Wu Peixiong was strong, endurance was not his forte. In addition, during his time in the Special Case Unit, he focused more on strength and technical training. This kind of long-distance running made him suffer greatly. His heavy breathing sounded like a broken bellows, and his speed involuntarily slowed down.

Chen Fan's situation is slightly better; he still has the foundation, but due to the recent lack of such high-intensity aerobic endurance training, his legs feel as heavy as lead, and his muscles feel sore and protesting with every step.

Only Luo Fei maintained that leisurely demeanor that made people grit their teeth.

His forehead was covered with only a fine, almost invisible layer of sweat, his breathing was steady and long, and his steps were as light as if he were doing morning exercises in the park.

He even had the leisure to occasionally look up at the cold gaze fixed on him from the high platform.

Qin Feipeng stood on the high platform, arms crossed, his expression gradually shifting from cold to somewhat surprised and uncertain.

His primary goal in issuing the order for a 60-kilometer run was to discipline Luo Fei. He anticipated that this troublemaker, who relied on crooked methods and had a lax work style, would be the first to give in and make a fool of himself.

But what about reality?

Luo Fei showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever; on the contrary, he ran with increasing ease! Meanwhile, his two teammates, Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong, were already showing obvious signs of exhaustion, their speed was decreasing, and they were about to be completely left behind by the leading group.

"This kid... is a bit strange."

A member of the Snow Leopard team noticed Luo Fei's unusual behavior and whispered to Qin Feipeng.

"He has run more than 20 laps, more than 12 kilometers, and his heart rate, breathing, cadence... have hardly changed."

This level of physical fitness is unlike anything a regular SWAT officer would possess.

Qin Feipeng's face was gloomy, and he did not reply.

He naturally noticed Luo Fei's unusual behavior, which further strengthened his determination to severely suppress Luo Fei.

If such unruly individuals with special abilities cannot be completely subdued, they will surely become a major threat in the future!
On the track, Wu Peixiong was panting heavily, sweat dripping down his chin. He looked miserable and couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"Brother Fan... Brother Fei... I... I can't take it anymore... My legs... won't obey me... It's all your fault, Brother Fei, you had to mess with that living devil... Now look what's happened... Sixty kilometers... it's going to kill me..."

Chen Fan was also covered in sweat and his face was pale. He gritted his teeth and persevered, but he really couldn't pick up the pace. Hearing Wu Peixiong's complaints, he couldn't help but sigh, his voice panting.

“Brother Fei… this time… you really acted impulsively… Instructor Qin is clearly trying to establish his authority… you… you've walked right into his trap…”

Luo Fei glanced at them, still looking calm and collected, and even had time to smile.

"You're already chickening out? You've only run less than a third of the way. If complaining were useful, we could be sitting on the ground and resting right now."

He paused, his tone becoming slightly more serious.

"Cheer up, everyone, and don't forget the rules. If you come in last, the whole team will have to run an extra 20 laps. If you two fall behind and come in last, it will make Shen Junjie and the others run an extra 12 kilometers. That would be really letting your teammates down."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong, instantly jolting them awake. Yes, individual wins and losses were minor matters; causing the entire team to be punished was a much bigger responsibility!
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the determination in each other's eyes. They could only grit their teeth and desperately squeeze out the little strength they had left to try to keep up with Luo Fei's pace—even though Luo Fei's pace seemed ridiculously easy to them.

Time passed second by second, and the people on the track seemed to enter a mechanical, numb state.

More than two hours have passed, and most people have run more than sixty laps, covering more than thirty-six kilometers.

The team still maintains its four-tier structure, but the distance between them has widened further.

The Flying Tigers team continued to lead, while the second echelon, composed of a few top players from the Shanghai team and the Jiangxi team, tenaciously followed. Meanwhile, the third echelon, including Luo Fei and his team, was falling further and further behind, with the gap between them and the second echelon widening to more than 200 meters.

Shen Junjie, Li Bin, and others running in the second group were adjusting their breathing while occasionally looking back with concern.

They could see Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong's staggering figures, as well as Luo Fei, who was still following leisurely beside them.

"Damn it... this is bad..."

Li Bin wiped the sweat from his face, his voice hoarse.

"Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong seem to be nearing their limits. Although Captain Luo can still run, he can't carry both of them by himself... At this rate, the last place will likely come from their team..."

Shen Junjie nodded solemnly.

"If our Ganjiang team comes in last place, we'll have to run an extra twenty laps... and forget about training for the next few days."

"Instructor Qin's move was damn ruthless!"

Four hours passed, and it was already broad daylight. The scorching sun began to bake the earth. The runners on the track were all drenched in sweat, their lips were cracked, and their throats felt like they were on fire.

They have run seventy-five laps, a total of forty-five kilometers!

This was a distance that could drive an ordinary person to despair. Qin Feipeng received a progress report on the high platform: only twenty-five laps remained.

Another agonizing half hour passed, and only eight laps remained! The light of victory was in sight, but this was also the moment that tested our willpower the most.

The Flying Tigers maintained a strong lead, while the second-tier teams were also closely following.

The situation was even worse for the third group, where Luo Fei and his team were located.

Chen Fan's face was deathly pale, and his legs trembled uncontrollably as if he were walking on cotton or dragging a heavy burden.

Wu Peixiong was moving almost instinctively, his eyes were somewhat unfocused, and his leg muscles were clearly severely fatigued.

The gap between them and the teams ahead has widened to a despairing 300 meters!
"Hang in there, eight more laps, and it'll be over after you finish."

Luo Fei's voice remained steady, and he even had the strength to reach out and support Chen Fan, preventing him from collapsing to the ground.

Chen Fan was panting heavily, barely able to utter a complete sentence.

"Fei...Brother Fei...I...I really...can't take it anymore..."

Wu Peixiong's voice was trembling with tears.

"I...I'm going to die...I can't run anymore..."

Luo Fei frowned slightly as he looked at his two teammates' condition.

He originally just wanted to quietly get through this punishment, but now it seems that won't work.

He himself didn't care, but if Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong fell to last place, causing the entire Ganjiang team to be punished with an extra twenty laps, not only would those two guys' health collapse, but the entire team would also have no good days in the upcoming training camp.

More importantly, this played right into Qin Feipeng's hands, allowing him to successfully make an example of someone.

"We can't lose."

A sharp glint flashed in Luo Fei's eyes.

"At the very least, we can't be last."

Finally, the last four laps arrived! Like the sounding of the final battle horn, the Flying Tigers' first team, which had maintained a steady pace, suddenly began to accelerate and sprint!
They were determined to turn their lead into a victory! Seeing this, the second-tier team members also became desperate and began to accelerate, trying to maintain their position or even catch up.

On the entire track, except for the third group who were at the very back and could barely run anymore, everyone started their final desperate effort!

"It's over!
They sped up!

Seeing the sudden increase in speed of the team ahead, Chen Fan's face drained of color, and his voice was filled with despair.

Wu Peixiong collapsed to the ground, then struggled to get up, crying out.

"We can't catch up! We definitely can't catch up! If we come in last... the whole team will have to run twenty more laps! Instructor Qin is really trying to kill us!"

On the high platform, Qin Feipeng's lips finally curled into a cold, satisfied smile.

This was exactly the effect he wanted: to force these unruly guys to face reality under extreme pressure, especially Luo Fei! Let's see if he can still maintain that annoyingly relaxed demeanor!

However, just when everyone thought that the Ganjiang team was destined to be at the bottom, and even Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong were about to give up, Luo Fei made a move!

Unlike the others who simply sped up their pace, he made a move that left the entire training ground, including Qin Feipeng on the platform and all the Snow Leopard team members, dumbfounded and their minds blank!

Luo Fei's figure blurred, and his speed instantly increased to an unbelievable level, appearing between Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong like a ghost.

He used both arms to grab Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong, who were almost completely exhausted, and held them firmly under his armpits! It was like holding two huge, soft dolls!
Then, under everyone's stunned gaze, Luo Fei, carrying two grown men, took off running at a speed so fast that only a blur remained, chasing after the sprinting group ahead!

"Whoosh-!"

The loud whooshing sound even drowned out the heavy footsteps and panting on the track.

In the stands, a snow leopard team member who was observing with binoculars suddenly trembled and almost dropped the binoculars. He opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened as if he had seen aliens landing.

Another team member gasped in shock.

"What...what the hell?!"

What...what is he doing?!

Snow Leopard Deputy Captain Qin Feipeng's mind went blank, as if he had been hit hard by an invisible hammer.

He watched helplessly as Luo Fei, like two chicks waiting to be slaughtered, firmly clamped Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong under his arms, and then... and then he started running like crazy!

That wasn't an ordinary run!
That speed was simply outrageous! Qin Feipeng even wondered if he was hallucinating from excessive anger.

Luo Fei's legs moved so fast they were almost blurry afterimages. Each time his feet landed, it was as if they were springs, kicking up a cloud of dust. He shot forward like an arrow, or as if he were riding on the Wind and Fire Wheels from mythology, crushing the charging team with an unreasonable momentum!
The third-tier team members, trailing behind, were sprinting with their last ounce of strength, their lungs burning and their legs as weak as noodles.

Suddenly, they felt a gust of wind sweep past them, and a shadow "whoosh" past them, the wind even stirring their sweat-soaked training uniforms.

"what?!"

"Was I seeing things? Did something just pass by?"

"I...I think I saw Luo Fei...running past with two people in between?"

"Bullshit! He's definitely hallucinating from lack of oxygen! How could a person..."

Some people rubbed their eyes hard in disbelief. When they looked again, Luo Fei had already rushed dozens of meters away with the two "human-shaped packages" in his arms. His speed was absolutely comparable to that of a professional athlete's 100-meter sprint!
All the third-team members who witnessed this scene were stunned, their minds completely blank, and even their steps involuntarily slowed down.

Chen Fan and Wu Peixiong, who were being held under Luo Fei's armpits, were now completely disoriented.

They felt a sudden lightness in their bodies, and then the scenery around them began to rush backward. The strong wind pressure stung their faces, their ears were filled with the whooshing sound of the wind, their stomachs churned, and their minds were spinning. They had no idea what was happening.

In almost the blink of an eye, Luo Fei, carrying the two men, caught up with the second team, which consisted of Shen Junjie, Li Bin, Han Tongyang, the captain of the Shanghai team, and two elite members. (End of Chapter)