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

"Captain Luo, don't speak like you're on the news! This is the end of the world!"

"He was so calm, I was terrified!"

"A height of 100 meters is about 30 stories high."

"He wasn't flustered even when floating at a height of thirty stories."

"The ability to fly is real, I truly believe it."

"So he really won't die from the fall; all that crying was for nothing."

"But isn't he afraid of the lava and ash from the volcanic eruption?"

"Yes, inhaling volcanic ash can be fatal."

"He's 100 meters high; the volcanic ash shouldn't have reached that height yet."

"Look, the sky in the picture is starting to turn gray."

"Volcanic ash is coming soon."

Sure enough, when Luo Fei turned the camera back towards Mount Fuji, the sky in the picture was no longer the grayish-white it had been before, but was rapidly darkening.

Large amounts of volcanic ash poured down from the sky like a blizzard, with dense gray powder swirling in the air. The sunlight was completely blocked out, and the sky changed from gray to dark gray, and then from dark gray to a depressing dark yellow, as if the whole world had been wrapped in a huge, dirty gauze.

The air was filled with a pungent sulfurous smell, a mixture of rotten eggs and burnt rubber that stung the nose and throat, making one want to cough.

The lava on the ground is flowing faster and faster.

Several lava rivers have formed on the slopes of Mount Fuji. The deepest lava river is more than tens of meters wide. The rolling red lava flows downstream under the constraints of the river channel. The surface is covered with orange-yellow foam and black hard shell. The hard shell is broken by the fresh lava below and then solidifies again, constantly making cracking sounds.

When the lava river flowed through the forest, the tall trees burst into flames the moment they came into contact with the lava. The flames leaped from the roots to the crown in just one second, and then the entire tree turned into a giant torch stuck in the ground.

The torches fell in droves, propelled by the lava river, and new trees were set ablaze. The sea of ​​fire spread uncontrollably down the mountain, into the town, and into every inhabited place.

The lava river overflowed the highway, and the asphalt surface melted like chocolate in the high temperature, turning into a viscous black slurry that mixed with the lava and flowed forward.

The bridge lost its structural strength under the scorching heat of the magma. The steel bars softened and deformed in the high temperature, and the concrete bridge deck cracked and collapsed. The entire bridge broke in two like a biscuit that had been broken in half. The streetlights, guardrails, and the truck that hadn't managed to escape all fell into the magma torrent. The truck exploded violently the moment it came into contact with the magma. The fuel was ignited by the high temperature and exploded into a ball of orange-red fire. The shock wave blasted a circular gap in the volcanic ash within a radius of tens of meters.

Under the combined attack of lava and volcanic ash, towns in Nashi and Shizuoka prefectures are rapidly turning into infernos and ruins.

Residents who couldn't escape screamed in terror in the streets. Some were choked by volcanic ash and couldn't open their eyes, collapsing to the ground coughing violently, coughing up blood, but no one bothered to help them. Some tried to escape by car, but the roads had been torn apart by lava and the earthquake, and the vehicles crashed and wrecked but could never get out of the collapsing neighborhood. Some jumped into the river with their pets, thinking that the water could stop the lava, but the lava flowed into the river and turned the entire river into a boiling steamer. White steam filled the air, mixed with the screams of people and animals, and then soon there was silence.

The end of the Sakura Kingdom was already an irreversible fate the moment Luo Fei decided to crash into Mount Fuji.

And this is just the beginning.

The eruption of Mount Fuji triggered a chain reaction in other volcanoes on Honshu Island, with more craters beginning to emit thick smoke and underground magma conduits undergoing a devastating energy release.

When the volcanic cluster on Honshu Island erupts in full force, the energy transfer will continue to extend to the seabed—and the underwater volcanoes around the Japanese archipelago will also be triggered.

An underwater volcanic eruption will trigger a massive tsunami, with waves tens of meters high crashing against the coastline of Japan from all directions, sweeping all coastal cities that were not destroyed by the volcano or earthquake into the sea.

Luo Fei floated in mid-air, his phone camera faithfully recording everything. He looked down at the people who were fleeing in all directions but had nowhere to escape, his eyes showing neither schadenfreude nor pity, but only a complex and heavy calm.

He doesn't hate these people; he doesn't hate these ordinary citizens of the Cherry Blossom Country.

He hated the organization that killed all his brothers in front of him, hated the conspiracy that ruined his entire life with meticulous planning, and hated the enemy that prevented him and his comrades from ever returning home.

Everything he did today was not to vent his hatred, but to give an explanation to those buried in the earth.

In the live stream, more than 200 million viewers watched the apocalyptic scenes in Luo Fei's camera lens, and the scrolling of the comments was so fast that it was almost impossible to read any of the text.

Some were shouting "Long live the Great Xia Dynasty!", some were praying for Luo Fei, some were showering gifts, and some were trembling in silence.

Behind these 200 million viewers, those in high positions—those important figures whom the common people call "Grand Secretaries"—were also watching the live broadcast in their respective conference rooms and offices. The expressions on their faces changed from initial shock to an almost physiological disbelief, and their mouths remained open for a long, long time.

Mount Fuji erupted.

It really erupted.

Because of one person.

An airplane.

A plan.

One person turned a symbol of a nation into the source of its destruction.

Luo Fei moved his phone slightly away from his eyes, looked down at the speed at which the ground was tearing apart, then looked up at the spreading volcanic ash cloud in the distance, before raising his phone again to face his own.

"Ninety-seven percent battery remaining," he said, his tone as flat as if he were talking about something completely unrelated to the current situation. "Live broadcast continues." After stabilizing his body in mid-air, Luo Fei began to slowly descend.

He himself couldn't explain the working principle of the flying technique. It felt like he had an extra set of anti-gravity organs in his body. He could go up or down as he pleased. With a thought, his body would move accordingly, which was even more direct than controlling an airplane.

He slowly floated down from a height of one hundred meters. The ground beneath his feet cracked open one after another with continuous tremors, as if an invisible giant hand had clawed at the earth's crust.

When the altitude dropped to fifty meters, the concentration of volcanic ash increased significantly. Grayish-white powder filled the air everywhere, and breathing in the air caused a burning sensation in the throat.

Luo Fei pulled up his collar to cover his mouth and nose, squinting as he searched for a flat spot to step on.

He jumped from the plane without any protective gear, but fortunately, he was floating in the air on the flank of the volcanic ash spread direction. The densest part of the ash was drifting eastward, and his location was still within an acceptable range of visibility for the time being.

The moment his foot touched the ground, Luo Fei's knees bent slightly to absorb the impact of the landing. The first thing he did after regaining his footing wasn't to check his phone, but to look around and confirm his location.

He landed on the edge of a field, where the ground beneath his feet had been torn open by the earthquake, with several cracks. The widest crack was as thick as an arm and stretched downwards in darkness, with no end in sight.

The crops in the field—he couldn't tell if it was rice or some other crop—lay sprawled on the ground, some swallowed up by the cracks, with only a few leaves clinging precariously to the edge.

Luo Fei switched his phone from selfie mode back to the map interface, attempting to use GPS to pinpoint his current location.

The map on the screen took more than ten seconds to load and refresh. The signal became extremely unstable due to the combined interference of the earthquake and volcanic ash. The positioning cursor jumped around on the map several times before it stabilized.

He stared at the blue marker on the screen for a few seconds, his brow furrowing slightly.

He is currently located only about 100 kilometers from Kyoto.

The address Sato gave him before he died, the coordinates of the Kamikaze Bureau's secret base, was in the mountains outside Kyoto.

A distance of 100 kilometers would normally take less than two hours to reach by car on the highway, but given the current situation—Luo Fei looked up at the ever-spreading volcanic ash cloud in the distance, then looked down at the trembling ground beneath his feet—whether the highway would even be usable was now a question.

He was about to walk forward when his gaze was suddenly drawn to something by the roadside. It was an off-road motorcycle, lying crookedly on the curb, its front facing the roadside ditch, the front wheel still slowly spinning in the air.

A few meters away from the motorcycle, on the gravel road, a young man in dark blue overalls was rolling on the ground clutching his left leg, emitting a series of screams that Luo Fei couldn't understand.

The young man's face was covered in a mixture of volcanic ash and sweat. He had a cut on his forehead, and blood was flowing down his brow bone, staining half of his face a red mess.

Luo Fei glanced at him, then at the motorcycle lying on the ground. The off-road motorcycle was splattered with mud, but the tires were new, the engine was still running, and the exhaust pipe was sputtering out faint white exhaust fumes.

A black helmet was hanging on the handlebars, and a canvas tool bag was strapped to the back seat, making it look like a mechanic who had crashed while trying to escape.

Luo Fei walked over to the motorcycle, bent down, and lifted it up. Seeing this, the young man hugged his leg and howled even louder, muttering a string of Japanese phrases in a rapid, angry tone, probably accusing Luo Fei of taking advantage of his misfortune.

Luo Fei didn't understand, nor did he intend to. He straddled the motorcycle seat, gripped the handlebars, and twisted the throttle to test the engine's response. The engine emitted a deep roar, and the tachometer needle jumped nimbly; the motorcycle was in pretty good condition.

"Can I borrow your car for a moment?"

Luo Fei spoke a sentence in Da Xia language to the young man who was still howling, regardless of whether the other man understood it or not.

The young man, of course, couldn't understand. He stared wide-eyed at Luo Fei, his cursing growing louder.

Luo Fei stuffed his phone into the zippered pocket inside his jacket, casually took off the helmet hanging on the handlebars and put it on his head, then twisted the throttle. The off-road motorcycle skidded on the gravel road and then suddenly shot forward, the rear wheel kicking up a mixture of gravel and volcanic ash that sprayed all over the young man lying on the ground.

In the rearview mirror, the young man struggled to get up from the ground, hopped around on one leg twice, and then waved his arms and cursed loudly in the direction the motorcycle had left.

Luo Fei looked away from the rearview mirror and focused all his attention on the road conditions in front of him.

The earth was trembling incessantly. The earthquake was estimated to be above magnitude six, and it wasn't the kind that would stop after one or two tremors, but rather a continuous, repetitive, wave-like tremor.

The road surface was riddled with cracks, some of which were more than half a meter wide. Looking down from the edge of the cracks, you could see the soil that had been turned up and the broken pipes underneath.

Although the buildings along the road did not collapse on a large scale—Japan's earthquake-resistant building standards are indeed well-deserved—many houses had obvious cracks in their exterior walls, and window glass was shattered all over the ground, with the debris sliding on the ground like ice blocks during the tremors.

Deep, muffled explosions echoed from afar. The sounds didn't come from just one direction, but rather from all directions simultaneously, as if countless giant bubbles were bursting underground at the same time.

That was the sound of hundreds of active volcanoes in Japan starting a chain reaction under the impact of the eruption of Mount Fuji. Thick smoke and lava were gushing out of the vents of each volcano, each announcing the arrival of the end in its own way.

Luo Fei's motorcycle skills are recorded in the Dali Division's archives—he has an A-level motorcycle driving qualification, which is considered exceptionally valuable in the civilian sector.

Not to mention he also has super driving skills, an instinctive reaction that surpasses ordinary driving techniques, allowing him to control the vehicle as if it were part of his own body in any road condition.

Under his control, the off-road motorcycle unleashed an almost wild speed. The roar of the engine drowned out the distant rumble of the volcano. The wheels darted left and right on the cracked road surface. Occasionally, when encountering a section of road that had been partially collapsed, he would use the roadside slope or pile of rubble to take off, drawing an arc in the air before landing steadily on the flat ground without cracks, and continuing to speed forward.

The roads were filled with vehicles of refugees. Cars, vans, trucks, and even a few tour buses completely blocked the once wide highway.

Drivers honked their horns frantically, but the cars in front didn't budge. Some cars drove onto the shoulder to try and go around, but their wheels got stuck in the mud loosened by the earthquake, and the cars were stuck on the side of the road, unable to move.

Some people were pushing and arguing with each other outside their cars, some simply abandoned their cars and ran on foot with their luggage, and several women squatted by the roadside crying while holding their children. The cries, the sound of horns, the roar of the volcano, and the shaking of the ground mixed together to create a complete apocalyptic scene.

Luo Fei rode his motorcycle through the gaps between the blocked cars. When he encountered a section of road that he couldn't pass through, he twisted the handlebars and rode up the slopes or steps beside the road, using the difference in elevation to overcome the obstacle. (End of Chapter)