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

He has elderly parents to support, his wife just gave birth to their second child, and the mortgage still has twenty years to go. With this ten million, he can pay off the mortgage in one lump sum, get better schools for his two children, and find a better nursing home for his parents.

But that's assuming he lives long enough to spend the money.

Jiang Qinqin noticed his hesitation, but didn't urge him; she just waited quietly.

The room was silent for several seconds. The night breeze outside the window stirred the curtains, making a soft rustling sound. From the distant woods came the calls of several unidentified birds, sharp and short, as if reminding or urging something.

Lu Chuan took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

"Okay. I'll do it."

Jiang Qinqin nodded.

"Where is the pilot?"

"I'll contact Lao Zhao."

Lu Chuan said, "Zhao Zhenhai has worked at our base for almost ten years. He has first-class piloting skills, has flown seven different aircraft types, and has accumulated more than 10,000 hours of flight time."

He owes me a favor, and he's also short of money—his son is going to study abroad next year, and he's worried about the tuition.

“Give him ten million as well.”

Jiang Qinqin said, "The rules are the same—the matter is limited to the three of us, and I'm responsible if anything goes wrong."

"understood."

Lu Chuan turned to leave, but stopped at the door, turned back to look at Jiang Qinqin, and his expression was somewhat complicated.

"Sister Jiang, I'm going to ask something I shouldn't have."

"Go ahead and ask."

"Is Luo Fei... really a spy?"

Jiang Qinqin looked at him, her lips twitching, revealing a half-smile.

Have you ever worked with him?

"No. But I've heard people talk about him at the base."

"So, what kind of comments have you heard? Are they good or bad?"

"...They're all nice things."

Lu Chuan hesitated for a moment, "He said he was the top special police officer in the entire Great Xia, a champion in the individual all-around competition of the International Special Police Competition, who single-handedly withstood the frontal attack of the Kamikaze Group from Japan, and also rescued more than a dozen captured comrades."

"Do you think someone like that would betray their country?"

Lu Chuan remained silent for a while, then shook his head.

"I do not believe."

"I don't believe it either."

Jiang Qinqin turned around and looked at the full moon outside the window again. "So I will help him. No matter how outsiders define him, in my eyes, he will always be the one who stands at the forefront on the most dangerous battlefield."

Lu Chuan didn't say anything more, pushed open the door and walked out.

Jiang Qinqin picked up her phone and dialed an encrypted number. After a few rings, the call was answered, and a middle-aged man's voice came from the other end, his tone tinged with surprise.

"Qinqin? Why are you calling so late? What happened?"

"Dad, do me a favor."

"You said."

"I need to use a plane to fly from the Kyushu base to Haiwei Shuipo Airport before 8:00 AM tomorrow. Please take care of the route approval for me."

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

"Qinqin, tell me honestly, what do you need the airplane for?"

"Help a friend."

"What friend?"

"...a very important friend."

The man on the other end of the phone sighed. He knew his daughter all too well. She had been stubborn since she was little; once she made up her mind to do something, nothing could change it. He had tried various methods to change her, but after more than twenty years, it had all been in vain.

"Okay. I'll take care of the flight route for you."

The man's voice was calm and steady, "But you have to promise me that no matter what you do, you'll be careful."

"I will."

Jiang Qinqin hung up the phone, placed it on the table, and then glanced at the moon outside the window.

The moon is still so round and so bright.

But the figure had already disappeared.

At 4:30 a.m. the next day, it was still dark.

On the runway of Haiwei City Shuipo Airport, a pure white Gulfstream G650ER business jet is parked on the apron outside the hangar.

The aircraft has smooth and beautiful lines, and a golden phoenix pattern is printed on the tail fin—that is the private emblem of Jiang Qinqin's family.

The three landing gears under the fuselage steadily supported the more than 60-ton fuselage, and the wings gleamed with a faint metallic sheen in the darkness before dawn.

Lu Chuan had been waiting on the tarmac for almost an hour.

He was wearing a crisp, dark blue airport uniform with a name tag pinned to his left breast. His hair was neatly combed, making him look completely different from the unkempt logistics supervisor he usually was.

But he didn't look well; he had two obvious dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.

He wasn't lacking sleep time; he just couldn't fall asleep.

The temptation of ten million and the risk of the death penalty battled in his mind all night. He thought about it over and over again, but couldn't come up with a solution. Finally, he simply stopped thinking about it, got dressed, and went straight to the airport.

Standing next to him was a man around fifty years old, short and stocky, with dark skin and deep wrinkles on his face, as if etched by a knife.

He was wearing a white captain's uniform, with a section of gray sweater collar peeking out from the neckline, and the nameplate on his chest read "Zhao Zhenhai".

He held an unlit cigarette between his fingers, twirling it repeatedly, as if trying to relieve his inner tension.

"Old Lu, do you think that Luo Fei really dares to come?"

Zhao Zhenhai asked in a low voice, his voice tight with nervousness.

"If Sister Jiang says he will come, then he will definitely come."

Lu Chuan answered, his gaze fixed on the road at the end of the runway.

"But I heard that there are wanted posters for him all over the country now. There's a reward of ten million, and anyone who sees him has to report him."

Zhao Zhenhai swallowed hard. "Isn't he afraid we'll sell him out?"

“If he were afraid of this, he wouldn’t be Luo Fei.”

The two remained silent for a moment. A morning breeze blew in from the sea, carrying a salty, fishy smell. The distant horizon began to lighten with a pale, fish-belly white, and faint light pierced the edge of the night, turning the sea a murky, dark gray. The airport runway lights were still on, emitting a uniform, glaring yellow glow, which appeared increasingly dim in the morning light.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The sun had risen above the sea, its golden-red rays bathing the entire airport and turning the white aircraft a warm orange hue. The sea breeze was stronger than before, causing the flags at the hangar entrance to flutter wildly.

A tall, thin man in an airport ground staff uniform walked over from the direction of the terminal.

This person was about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender and sturdy build. He walked at a moderate pace, taking each step with remarkable stability.

He was wearing a light blue airport uniform with a name tag pinned to his left chest and a blue baseball cap pulled low over his head, obscuring most of his face.

His hands were in his uniform pockets, and he looked like an ordinary airport worker.

He walked straight up to Lü Chuan, lifted the brim of his hat to reveal an ordinary face—wide cheekbones, a square chin, single eyelids, the kind of face that you would never recognize in a crowd.

"Lü Chuan?"

His voice was somewhat low, with an indescribable hoarseness, as if his vocal cords had been injured in the past.

Lu Chuan looked him up and down, then frowned.

"who are you?"

"Luo Fei."

Lu Chuan was stunned, then turned and exchanged a glance with Zhao Zhenhai.

Zhao Zhenhai was also sizing up the man who called himself Luo Fei, his expression full of disbelief. He had seen Luo Fei's photo before—that face was angular and sculpted, cold and sharp, exuding an aura that made people afraid to approach him wherever he went.

The person in front of him had a flat and wide face, and was completely different from the Luo Fei he remembered.

"Are you Luo Fei?"

Lu Chuan's tone was clearly skeptical, "That can't be right, I've seen the photos, you don't look like this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Fei had already taken a step forward at a leisurely pace.

This step may seem small, but it was incredibly fast. Before Lü Chuan could react, he felt a hand like an iron clamp grab his arm, the force so great that he involuntarily stumbled forward two steps.

He instinctively tried to break free, but the hand remained motionless, as if welded to his arm.

"Let's talk about it once we're on the plane."

Luo Fei's voice wasn't loud, but his tone carried an irresistible sense of pressure.

He picked up Lü Chuan and headed towards the gangway. Lü Chuan tried to push off the ground several times, but couldn't stand up straight. He was carried up the gangway like a little chick being dragged along.

Zhao Zhenhai stood there watching this scene, his mouth agape, and it took him several seconds to come to his senses before he quickly followed.

Three minutes later, the aircraft door closed and the gangway was removed.

The Gulfstream G650ER's cabin boasts top-of-the-line features for a business jet, including leather sofa seats, wood-veneered storage cabinets, an LCD entertainment system, a separate lavatory and galley, and is more luxurious than many five-star hotels.

But Luo Fei had no interest in any of these things. After letting go of Lü Chuan, he walked directly toward the cockpit.

Lu Chuan rubbed his arm, which was a little numb from being pinched, and followed Zhao Zhenhai into the cockpit.

The cockpit was filled with a dense array of instruments and buttons, and beyond the windshield stretched a gray-white runway into the distance. Two flight seats were arranged side by side, with the phoenix emblem of Jiang Qinqin's family printed on the headrests.

The control lever and throttle lever are fixed to the center console and covered with a fine anti-slip texture.

Luo Fei plopped down in the driver's seat.

Zhao Zhenhai stood behind him, a complex expression on his face—half nervous and half curious.

He was a veteran pilot who had flown his entire life and had seen all sorts of storms, but this was the first time he had ever witnessed a wanted criminal trying to fly the plane he was in charge of.

He took a deep breath, walked to the passenger seat, sat down, and pressed a few switches.

"Mr. Luo, let me teach you the basics first."

Zhao Zhenhai's tone was somewhat cautious, "The Gulfstream G650ER uses a fly-by-wire flight control system, which is much more sensitive than the traditional hydraulic control system, and the force feedback of the control stick is also lighter. You see, this is the side stick controller; pushing it forward is for descent, and pulling it back is for ascent..."

Luo Fei didn't look at him; his eyes swept across the dense dashboard in front of him, and his fingers slid rapidly across the touchscreen.

His movements were fluid and precise as he opened pages for different systems—navigation system, fuel management system, autopilot system, avionics self-test system—he glanced at each page for only a few seconds before switching to the next, as if he had memorized the entire flight manual long ago.

Zhao Zhenhai stopped mid-sentence, staring at Luo Fei's actions with his mouth agape, the doubt in his eyes gradually replaced by shock.

Luo Fei pressed the avionics self-test button.

A series of subtle electronic beeps sounded in the cockpit, the data on each display screen began to refresh automatically, and the system self-check progress bar moved forward step by step.

The whole process usually takes five to eight minutes, but Luo Fei has already started adjusting the oil balance and balancing parameters while waiting. Every parameter modification is done according to the standard procedure, and there is no unnecessary step.

Zhao Zhenhai's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"You... studied Gulfstream before?"

"I just learned it."

Luo Fei replied simply.

He was telling the truth—he had indeed just started learning, but his learning method was different from that of ordinary people.

Last night, after leaving the Kyushu Special Training Center, he found a secluded spot, opened the system shop, and spent 500 sin points to purchase the "Super Driving" skill.

The moment the skill was activated, a vast torrent of information about aircraft piloting flooded his brain—from the oldest propeller trainers to the latest supersonic fighter jets, from small civilian helicopters to large long-range passenger planes, the operating manuals, piloting techniques, and emergency response plans for almost all active aircraft were etched into his neural synapses, as if he had been flying these things since he was a child.

Five hundred sin points buy you experience that you couldn't accumulate in ten thousand hours.

But Zhao Zhenhai knew none of this; he only felt that this young man was either a genius or a madman. Or—both.

The avionics self-test is complete, and all parameters are normal.

Luo Fei gripped the side lever controller with his left hand and pressed his right hand on the throttle lever, then turned to glance at Zhao Zhenhai.

"What did the control tower say?"

"We've already spoken with the control tower."

Lu Chuan stood at the cockpit door, his voice a little dry, "Takeoff clearance has been approved, but the control tower asked about the purpose of takeoff and passenger information. I replied according to what Sister Jiang taught me, saying that I was carrying out a private business flight mission."

They didn't suspect anything for the time being.

"it is good."

Luo Fei tapped a few times on the navigation screen, entering the destination coordinates and the planned route.

The Gulfstream G650ER has a maximum range of 14,000 kilometers. The distance from Haiwei City to the main island of Japan is less than 3,000 kilometers. It can easily reach that distance with a full tank of fuel, and there is still enough margin to deal with emergencies.

The roar of the engine came from under the fuselage, rising in pitch, like a sleeping beast awakening. The turbofans on both sides of the wings began to spin at high speed, compressing a large amount of air and expelling it at high speed, causing the fuselage to vibrate slightly.

The vibrations traveled along the frame to every inch of the cockpit, and the values ​​on the instrument panel began to fluctuate, with all the pointers steadily and powerfully climbing upwards.

"Tower, Gulfstream G650ER, serial number B-7788, requesting runway access." (End of Chapter)