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

"clear."

The head of the public opinion department hung up the phone and let out a long sigh of relief. He knew the person on the other end was right—the sky had already been breached, and instead of trying to cover it up, it was better to let everyone see the whole sky.

Meanwhile, Luo Fei's Gulfstream G650ER was rapidly approaching the boundary of Daxia's airspace.

On the cockpit navigation screen, a red dotted line marked the eastern boundary of Great Xia's airspace, and the blue aircraft icon was less than 20 kilometers away from that dotted line.

At its current cruising speed of Mach 0.85, the aircraft will leave Daxia's airspace in about two minutes.

The four J-16s outside the porthole were still flying in formation.

The lead pilot's communication signal reappeared in Luo Fei's headset, but this time the tone was completely different—gone was the tense warning, replaced by a calmness and respect that only soldiers would understand.

"Luo Fei, this is Falcon. My initial order was to shoot you down, but it was later cancelled. I don't know why it was cancelled, but I think your live stream just now was related to that."

The lead pilot paused for a moment, then became more serious.

"You've approached the airspace border of Great Xia. The Falcon Squadron's interception mission will end at the border. We can't control what happens after that. Japan will most likely send planes to intercept you, so be careful."

There was a two-second silence on the communication line, and then the lead pilot's voice came through again, this time with a tacit understanding between brothers.

"Bon Voyage."

Luo Fei reached for the communicator, pressed the call button, his movements slow but steady.

"Received, thank you."

The silver nose of the Gulfstream G650ER slowly adjusted its course, pointing towards due east at an extremely small angle.

The next second, the nose of the plane crossed the red dotted line on the navigation screen, and the entire aircraft officially left the airspace of Daxia and entered the international airspace over the high seas.

Four J-16 fighter jets made a collective turn on the border line, completing a tactical turn in a neat arc.

Before turning, the lead pilot folded his wings toward the Gulfstream G650ER—the highest level of salute among Air Force pilots, not part of any operational guidelines, but passed down through generations in the military.

Luo Fei saw this scene through the porthole. He didn't say anything, but simply raised his right hand and gave a standard military salute to the fighter jets outside the porthole.

His fingers were stiff from the incurable scars, but his salute was still impeccably standard, his arm at a perfect 90-degree angle to his body, his fingertips pointing directly at his eyebrows, motionless.

Then, the four J-16s, trailing white contrails, headed west back to base. Their silhouettes grew smaller and smaller until they became four silver dots in the blue sky, disappearing at the horizon.

Luo Fei withdrew his gaze and looked ahead again. The sky directly in front of him was completely unobstructed, the blue dome stretching all the way to the horizon, and the sea shimmered with white light, so clear that it didn't seem like he was about to embark on a journey to his death.

He picked up his phone again; the live stream was still going on. The number of viewers in the live stream had exceeded 30 million, and the dense barrage of comments on the screen was too fast to read. The gift notification bar at the bottom had turned into a continuous band of colorful light.

"I have already left the airspace of Great Xia."

Luo Fei said to the screen, "The Great Xia Air Force's fighter jets have returned to base. Next, I will enter the Japanese Air Defense Identification Zone. In accordance with the Japanese consistent style, they will not sit idly by and ignore my entry. Their F-35s may appear at any time."

He paused, a smile curving his lips, as if he were laughing, or perhaps anticipating something.

"If all goes well, I'll see Mount Fuji in an hour. If not—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone knew what he was supposed to say next.

Just as Luo Fei was speaking, the alarm system in the air situation monitoring center of the Ministry of National Defense of Japan suddenly emitted a piercing beep.

On the radar screen, a white dot of light entered the Sakura Air Defense Identification Zone from the direction of the Great Xia territory, heading due east, at an altitude of 11,000 meters and a speed of Mach 0.85, and was rapidly approaching the mainland of Sakura.

"Air target A-072, altitude 11,000, speed Mach 0.85, civilian business jet, is entering our air defense identification zone! Heading due east, heading directly towards Honshu Island!"

The monitor's voice echoed in the center, tinged with obvious tension.

"Has the identification of friend or foe been completed?"

"The duty commander asked."

"Completed! No response signal from the target. Radar reflection signature matched to a civilian Gulfstream G650ER business jet, registration number B-7788. This number does not belong to any civilian aircraft registered in Japan!"

The duty commander's brow furrowed into a deep knot.

A business jet registered with Daxia without prior flight route declaration and without responding signal intruded directly into the Sakura Air Defense Identification Zone from the East China Sea. Such an incident has only occurred a handful of times in the last thirty years, and each one is a highly sensitive event.

"Initiate Level 2 interception procedures, notify Baili Air Force Base, and dispatch two F-35 fighter jets to intercept."

After issuing the order, the duty commander added, "Maintain surveillance and report immediately if the target deviates from its current course."

"Roger that!"

Less than three minutes later, the battle alarm was sounded at the Hyakuri Air Force Base in Japan.

Two F-35A Lightning II fighter jets were towed out of the hardened hangar, and ground crew completed all pre-flight checks as quickly as possible.

Two pilots rushed out of the combat readiness room, put on anti-G suits, jumped into the cockpit, turned on the power, and started the engine.

The F135-PW-100 turbofan engine of the F-35 let out a deep roar, and two jets of hot air shot out from the exhaust nozzles, blowing away all the dust accumulated on the runway.

Two F-35s took off in succession with an interval of less than twenty seconds, met in the air and formed a two-aircraft formation, and flew towards the target airspace at supersonic speed.

In Luo Fei's live stream, the number of online viewers surged again after the news of the F-35 taking off was released.

The push mechanisms of various platforms propelled Luo Fei's live stream to an unprecedented peak in traffic—50 million viewers, a number that surpassed the peak of singer Lang Ge's online concert held on Douyin not long ago. The headquarters building of Douyin was brightly lit.

All the meeting rooms were requisitioned as temporary command centers. The technical team, operations team, legal team, and public relations team were all on duty. Dozens of people were crammed into each meeting room, staring at the data that was jumping wildly on the screen, and making real-time dispatch decisions.

The owner of Douyin is surnamed Zhang. He is a young man in his early forties, wearing a dark gray crew neck sweater. He stands behind the technical team, his eyes fixed on the server load status on the big screen.

The CPU utilization of all core servers has reached 85%, bandwidth consumption is close to two-thirds of the peak design value, and edge CDN nodes are distributing data streams outward at a rate exceeding the limit capacity by 30%.

"Boss, the number of online users has already exceeded 50 million and is still rising. At this rate, our core node bandwidth will be fully utilized in three minutes!"

The technical director's voice was slightly unsteady due to nervousness.

Mr. Zhang took a deep breath and then said to everyone in an unquestionable tone: "At all costs, ensure that this live broadcast room runs smoothly."

Immediately activate all idle CDN resources, and if that's not enough, buy more—from Alibaba Cloud, Tencent Cloud, Huawei Cloud, and international AWS, allocate all available bandwidth.

You are authorized to use the highest level of emergency budget. No approval process is needed; just buy it directly. I will take responsibility if any problems arise.

The CTO paused for a moment, then asked, "Boss, how much will this cost?"

"I said, at any cost."

Boss Zhang interrupted him, his gaze so calm that it didn't seem like someone watching his company on the verge of collapse because of an unexpected live stream. "Listen carefully, everyone here—this live stream is being watched by the entire Great Xia."

Fifty million people, fifty million pairs of eyes—the whole world is watching our servers. If the live stream freezes, disconnects, or crashes, it's not a technical accident; it's a political accident.

Since its inception, Douyin has never encountered an event of this magnitude. This is our moment to prove our technical strength and resilience. If we win decisively, I'll treat you all to dinner. If we lose, the entire industry will laugh at us for three years.

No one spoke. The entire tech team simultaneously lunged at their keyboards, their fingers striking the keys with incredible speed, as if they wanted to smash the keys through.

Command lines scrolled across the screen, and bandwidth resources from all over the country and even the world were being procured, scheduled, connected, and allocated at an astonishing speed.

The server load went from spiking to easing, and then stabilized at an acceptable level.

The live stream maintained high definition and smooth playback throughout, without a single frame of stuttering.

At this point, the amount of virtual gifts received in the live stream had become even more outrageous than the bandwidth load.

The screen was filled with a dense barrage of gift effects—lollipops, glow sticks, carnivals, giant rockets, Porsches, helicopters, yachts—so many that Luo Fei's face was completely obscured, and the entire screen was covered by colorful light and shadow effects.

And these are just scattered tips from ordinary viewers.

What truly stunned everyone was the name that suddenly appeared at the top of the donation rankings.

Mr. Xin, the owner of a live-streaming e-commerce company, sent one hundred "Kunpeng Wanli" virtual gifts in a single live stream. One "Kunpeng Wanli" is the most expensive virtual gift on Douyin, worth 16,000 Huaxia coins, so one hundred of them would be worth a full 1.6 million yuan.

The special effects of a hundred Kunpeng soaring thousands of miles appeared on the screen at the same time, like a hundred giant floating islands, causing a momentary processing delay even on the server.

And this is just the beginning.

Before Boss Xin could even secure his top spot, another industry giant entered the fray. Mr. Sun, the founder of an electric vehicle company, known as the industry's godfather, casually mentioned 150 Kunpeng Wanli (a legendary Chinese mythical bird).

Two million four hundred thousand yuan were poured in, and the ranking on the gift list instantly reversed.

Boss Xin seemed to have anticipated that someone would try to take the top spot, and without even blinking, he sent another hundred messages. Boss Sun calmly followed suit with two hundred.

The two started battling it out across the screen, and the number of Kunpeng Wanli (a mythical bird) increased at an astonishing speed as they went back and forth. The viewers in the live stream were dumbfounded, and the screen was filled with "Holy crap" and "Big shots fighting".

Bigwigs in other industries weren't idle either. The head of an internet giant spent money on fifty carnivals, the CEO of a real estate company spent money on eighty helicopters, and a partner of a well-known investment fund spent money on one hundred and twenty yachts.

Each person's donation amount is over seven figures, and the competition for the top ten spots on the leaderboard is more intense than ever before. The person who is number one one second ago will be overtaken by someone else the next second. The ranking changes so fast that the screen can't even refresh in time.

Within just ten minutes, Luo Fei's live stream received a total of 12 million Chinese Yuan in gifts.

This number left all the executives at Douyin speechless. Mr. Zhang stared at the real-time donation statistics on the screen, his mouth agape for several seconds.

"Twelve million...ten minutes..."

He murmured the two numbers repeatedly, then turned to look at the CFO beside him, his expression as if he had just been violently shaken by something. "This is something that has never happened before in the company's history."

The CFO nodded, his expression even more interesting than his: "This number is still rising."

Mr. Zhang took a deep breath and then turned his gaze back to Luo Fei on the screen.

The man sitting in the cockpit of the plane, with scars on his face and eyes like two black holes, continued to speak to the camera in a calm yet unsettling tone, completely unaware of the record he had just set.

Meanwhile, over the East China Sea, Luo Fei's Gulfstream G650ER continued flying due east.

On the navigation screen, the coastline of mainland Japan has changed from a blurry blue curve to a clear outline, the shape of Honshu Island is becoming clearer, and the location of Mount Fuji is marked as a small triangle, flashing a faint red light in the front right of the screen.

A strange voice came through Luo Fei's earphones, speaking broken Chinese.

"B-7788, B-7788, this is the Japan Air Self-Defense Force. You are approaching our Air Defense Identification Zone. Your flight has not obtained valid entry permission."

Please identify yourself immediately and report your course of travel; otherwise, we will take mandatory interception measures. I repeat, please identify yourself immediately.

Luo Fei raised his eyes and looked out from the left side of the windshield. Two F-35s had emerged from the clouds high in the sky and were positioned in a standard intercept formation on either side of the Gulfstream G650ER.

The fuselage was painted with the Rising Sun Flag insignia of the Japanese Air Self-Defense Force, and the air-to-air missiles mounted under the wings reflected a cold white light in the sunlight. (End of Chapter)