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

Instead of showing anger, he revealed a cold, sarcastic smile on his face, marked "56" and the "DSQ" that followed.

He turned around abruptly, rushed to the host Johnson who was still trying to explain, and snatched the microphone from his hand amidst everyone's astonished gazes!

"Hey you……"

Johnson tried to stop him, but Luo Fei gave him a cold look and he instinctively took a half step back.

Holding the microphone, Luo Fei's eyes flashed like lightning as he swept across the podium, then over the US and Japan teams. He spoke clearly and fluently in Chinese, then repeated himself in English. His voice, amplified by the speakers, boomed like thunder in everyone's ears.

"Violation of rules? Cancellation of results? What a joke!"

He raised the broken wooden handle of the hammer in his hand and slammed it hard onto the ground!

"I would like to ask the organizing committee! I would like to ask everyone present!"
Where were you when the US team installed electromagnets inside the iron ball and suction cups under the floor, turning the two-ton iron ball into a five-ton or even heavier ball?!

"Where were you when they damaged the wooden handles of our track hammers beforehand, making it impossible for us to use the tools properly?!"

"Now, you're accusing me of violating the rules because I didn't use the 'standard tools' that you've tampered with and that are completely unusable?!"

Luo Fei's voice grew louder and louder, filled with boundless anger and disdain.

"What fairness is there in this kind of competition?! What competitive spirit is there?! It's nothing but a stage for a bunch of cowardly sore losers to resort to dirty tricks!"

His gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing straight at the podium.

"I, Luo Fei, and the Great Xia Ganjiang Special Police Team will not accept this completely unfair ruling! We will not allow ourselves to be manipulated by you!"

"Now, I announce—we are voluntarily withdrawing from the competition!"

The words "withdrawal" struck like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts! A murmur of shock rippled through the crowd!
But Luo Fei wasn't finished speaking!

He suddenly pointed to the other seven teams that had advanced to the quarterfinals, finally fixing his gaze on the American Los Angeles team and the Japanese DSB team. His voice was as if it came from the deepest abyss, carrying a soaring murderous aura.

"But! The match can be forfeited, but the debt cannot be forgotten!"

"Don't you guys like to play around? Don't you think you're so great?"

"I, Luo Fei, am here right now, and in my personal capacity, I challenge these eight so-called 'strong teams'!"

"You can all come at me at once! A tag-team battle is fine too! If I lose, I, Luo Fei, will kneel down and kowtow to you on the spot to beg for mercy!"

"But if you lose..."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Luo Fei's lips.

"Just admit it right now, you're all a bunch of useless trash who only know how to scheme and plot!"

One person challenging eight teams?! Losing means begging for mercy on your knees?!
These words were like a thunderbolt! The entire stadium erupted in chaos! Everyone was stunned by Luo Fei's utterly insane act!

"He's gone mad! Luo Fei has completely gone mad!"

"One person fighting against eight teams?"

How is this possible?!

"That's so arrogant! But... it's so fucking satisfying!"

The live stream chat instantly polarized, with some feeling that Luo Fei was overestimating himself, but there was also a strong sense of support that erupted after being pushed to the limit!

However, Luo Fei's next words were like igniting a powder keg!

He pointed contemptuously in the direction of the US team and spoke loudly in Chinese.

"Especially you 'foreign devils'!"

Then it pointed to the Japanese national team.

"And you 'sweet potatoes'! Today, not one of you will leave standing!"

"foreign devil"? "Japanese melon"?
These two extremely insulting words, like two thunderclaps, completely enraged the teams from the United States and Japan!

"Fuck! What the hell did you say?!"

"You idiot! You Chinese, how dare you insult us?!"

The members of the Los Angeles Police Department and the DSB Special Police Department of Japan instantly flew into a rage. Like enraged beasts, more than a dozen members, with red eyes and roaring, rushed out from their respective rest areas and instantly surrounded Luo Fei, who was standing in the center of the field!

The atmosphere was tense, and a major battle was about to break out!
Captain John of the United States pointed at Luo Fei's nose and angrily cursed in broken Chinese.

"You yellow-skinned monkey! How dare you insult the great American warrior! You will pay for your words!"

Facing a dozen or so tall, imposing, and menacing special police officers, Luo Fei showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he revealed an even more disdainful smile and responded in fluent Mandarin.

"Insult? I participated in this competition to insult you Americans and Japanese devils! What? You're not convinced?"

Let's settle things with our fists!

"idiot!!!"

In the Sakura Kingdom team, Mizutani Jun, who already hated Luo Fei to the core, completely lost his mind!
He let out a beastly roar, and his massive, bear-like body, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, charged towards Luo Fei!

As a sumo master, his greatest strengths are close-quarters grappling and crushing!

Mizutani Jun opened his arms, which were as thick as pythons, and with a sinister smile, he grabbed Luo Fei's waist and abdomen, trying to use his weight of over 200 pounds and terrifying arm strength to break Luo Fei's bones or throw him to the ground!
Faced with Mizutani Jun's fierce lunge, Luo Fei did not dodge or flinch, but simply watched him charge towards him calmly.

Just as Mizutani Jun was about to close his arms and embrace Luo Fei's waist—

Luo Fei made a move!

He casually stretched his arms outwards!
"Crack! Click!"

Two crystal-clear, teeth-grinding sounds of bones breaking rang out suddenly, like the death knell of the Grim Reaper!

"what--!!!"

Mizutani Jun let out a scream so shrill it was inhuman!
His thick arms, strong enough to stun a brown bear, snapped at an odd angle at the forearm, just like fragile withered branches, thanks to Luo Fei's seemingly effortless bracing!
The stark white bone fragments even pierced through the skin and flesh, exposed to the air!

This is not over yet!

A cold glint flashed in Luo Fei's eyes, and his right fist, like a cannonball, struck Mizutani Jun's fat belly with destructive force!

"Pfft—!!!" A muffled sound, as if a water-filled air bag had burst!
Mizutani Jun's massive body suddenly arched, his eyes instantly bulging bloodshot as if they were about to fall out of their sockets!

He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. A mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs gushed out of his mouth like a fountain!

His body, weighing over 200 pounds, was sent flying seven or eight meters away by this punch before crashing heavily to the ground like a tattered sack. He twitched a couple of times and then fell silent!
Killed on the spot!

quiet!
Deathly silence!

Everyone was stunned by the incredibly bloody and brutal scene that unfolded in the blink of an eye! No one expected Luo Fei to be so ruthless, killing with a single blow!

"Mizutani-kun!!"

"Kill him! Avenge Otani-kun!!"

The remaining members of the Japanese and American teams snapped out of their shock and roared wildly, completely losing their minds. They surged forward like a tidal wave, raining blows at Luo Fei's vital points!

Faced with attacks coming from all directions, Luo Fei's eyes were as cold as ice, showing no mercy whatsoever!

[Superhuman strength] and [God-like physique] have combined perfectly at this moment!
He moved like a tiger among sheep, his figure flashing and leaving afterimages in his wake!

The enemy's fists struck him with muffled thuds, yet they felt as if they had hit steel, causing his own fist bones to shatter and him to scream in agony!

The enemy's leg came at him, but he grabbed it casually and snapped it off easily with a "crack" like breaking a sugarcane!
His fist transformed into the scythe of death!

Every punch was accompanied by the terrifying sound of bones shattering and a shrill scream!
He took extra "care" of the Japanese team members!
"boom!"

With a single punch, a member of the Japanese team had his face instantly caved in, his entire face twisted and deformed like a smashed watermelon, and he died on the spot!
"Crack!"

With a side kick, another member of the Sakura team had his chest caved in, his ribs broken in countless places, and he flew backward, spitting out blood and foam. It was clear that he was not going to survive either!
"what!!"

The third member of the Sakura team was grabbed by the head by Luo Fei and slammed hard against the equipment support next to him. The sound of his skull shattering was chilling!
Less than a minute!

In less than a minute!

The dozen or so elite special police officers from the United States and Japan who were just moments ago so aggressive are now all lying on the ground!
The American team members rolled and howled in pain on the ground, with twisted arms and broken legs. Their injuries were extremely serious, and at least four or five of them were left with lifelong disabilities!

Three members of the Sakura team, including Jun Mizutani, died on the spot, and the rest were all seriously injured and on the verge of death!
The entire arena was like a hellish scene! Limbs were severed and blood was everywhere!

Luo Fei, covered in blood, stood in the center of the arena like a demon god returned from hell, his cold gaze sweeping over the other six teams in the stands who were already terrified.

The captains and members of the six teams were terrified when they met Luo Fei's emotionless gaze. They practically scrambled to the edge of the field and screamed in terror into the microphone in various languages.

"We surrender! We give up!"

"Stop fighting! We surrender!"

"The championship belongs to the Ganjiang team! It belongs to the Daxia team!"

This scene was broadcast live and broadcast throughout the entire planet Earth without reservation!
All the viewers watching the live stream were stunned!

On the Chinese internet, after a brief moment of shock, there was an eruption of ecstasy and catharsis!

"My God! They...they've all been killed?!"

"Luo Fei...he took down both Xiao Rizi and the Americans?!"

"Awesome!!! Absolutely awesome!!!"

"A national hero! Luo Fei is a true national hero!"

"It got my blood pumping! I even cried!"

"Damn! That felt so good!"

All that pent-up frustration over the years, I let it all out today!

The barrage of comments was filled with words like "Long live Luo Fei," "Great Xia is mighty," "Tears in my eyes," and "Awesome!" At this moment, Luo Fei's image reached its peak in the hearts of Chinese netizens, making him an undisputed national hero!
The organizers and committee members were all stunned and stood there dumbfounded. They never dreamed that a perfectly good international special police competition would end in such a bloody, violent and completely out-of-control way!

All the foreign spectators present, including the reporters, felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads as they looked at the demon-like figure in the center of the arena. They were shivering and terrified!
John, the captain of the Los Angeles team, and Captain James Horton in the VIP stands were already pale with fright, slumped in their seats, trembling, and dared not come down from the stands for fear of being noticed by that killer.

The piercing sirens of ambulances soon echoed throughout the stadium, and medical staff cautiously lifted the injured person from the ground onto a stretcher and sent them to a nearby hospital.

The final count showed that three members of the Japanese special police team died. The exact number of deaths among the US special police team was not released, but all participating members were either killed or seriously injured, resulting in a near-total annihilation.

This international special police challenge turned into a shocking international brawl, with footage of a single Chinese officer brutally crushing US and Japanese special police officers. The footage was broadcast live around the world, causing far-reaching consequences.

The Da Xia leadership reacted swiftly, immediately dispatching a special plane to Dibai in order to protect and bring back Luo Fei and the Ganjiang team members.

An international sporting event that was originally highly anticipated came to an abrupt and sad end in a way that no one could have predicted.

Luo Fei's name, and his godlike figure, were deeply imprinted in the minds of all the global viewers who witnessed the scene that night.

The spacious and comfortable cabin of the private jet was now filled with jubilation and joy, as if the passengers had survived a close call. Despite the uproar they had experienced on the field, the members of the three special police teams of Da Xia all beamed with triumphant excitement. Someone took the lead and opened a bottle of champagne.

With a crisp "bang," the golden liquid gushed out, mirroring the emotions of everyone present.

"Come! Let's drink to the heroes of our Great Xia!"

Feng Ke, captain of the Shanghai team, raised his glass high, his voice booming.

"cheers!!"

The team members raised their glasses one after another. Even Zeng Zhiqiang, the captain of the Flying Tigers who was always serious and had previously been somewhat dissatisfied with Luo Fei, held a glass of champagne and walked up to Luo Fei.

His expression was complex, a mixture of emotion and admiration, which ultimately culminated in a sincere congratulation.

He patted Luo Fei's shoulder forcefully, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of excitement.

"Captain Luo, to be honest, I used to think you were a bit... arrogant."

But now, I'm convinced! Utterly convinced! It was you who showed all of us, the people of Great Xia, what true courage is! What it means to uphold our national prestige!

This glass is for you!

Luo Fei looked at Zeng Zhiqiang and could see the sincerity in the other man's eyes, a willingness to put aside past grievances. He smiled slightly, raised his glass, and clinked it against Zeng's.

"Captain Zeng, you're too kind. It's all for the sake of Great Xia. Let's do it!"

The two men downed their drinks in one gulp, everything understood without a word. The atmosphere in the cabin grew even more lively. The team members from the three teams toasted each other, chatting about every detail of the competition. The previous barriers and rivalry vanished in that moment, leaving only the pride and closeness of being fellow Chinese, fighting side by side. (End of Chapter)