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

The five people flew backward like bowling pins, with the short, fat man in the middle being crushed under the display case, letting out a pig-like scream.

The other four policemen rolled on the ground, some covering their faces, some clutching their chests, and one of them had a cut on his forehead from broken glass, with blood streaming down his eyebrow.

The entire process, from Luo Fei grabbing the display case to all five people falling to the ground, took no more than three seconds.

Wen Junjie stood behind Luo Fei, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a whole fist. His glasses had slipped down his nose, but his hand was frozen in mid-air, forgetting even to push them back up.

He looked at the five people lying at the door, at the shattered display case, and then back at the original spot where the display case had been placed—only four dark indentations remained on the floor, proving that the several hundred-pound object had once existed.

Then he looked at Luo Fei.

Luo Fei stood in the center of the hall, shards of glass falling from between his fingers on his right hand.

His breathing was as steady as if he hadn't done anything at all, and his face showed no change in expression. It was as if throwing three or four hundred pounds of something with one hand and knocking five people away was no different from swatting a mosquito.

"Walk."

Luo Fei tilted his chin at Wen Junjie, then strode over the five people who had fallen to the ground.

Wen Junjie jogged to catch up, glancing down at the short, fat man groaning amidst the broken glass as he passed the doorway, then at the policeman coughing and clutching his ribs in the corner, before quickening his pace to catch up with Luo Fei. He scrutinized Luo Fei's profile with the look of someone eyeing a monster, holding back for three seconds before finally blurting out, his voice trembling, "Brother, that cabinet—that cabinet must weigh at least three or four hundred pounds, how did you manage that?"

Luo Fei didn't turn his head or stop walking. His tone was as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today: "How can you get into Guoan if you don't have some skills?"

After hearing this, Wen Junjie remained silent for two seconds, then nodded vigorously.

He was still somewhat skeptical of what Luo Fei had said about national security agents—after all, in this internet age, anything can be faked, and anyone can claim to be an agent.

But now, after witnessing Luo Fei throw a display case weighing three or four hundred pounds with one hand, Wen Junjie's lingering doubts were completely shattered.

If someone can throw a 400-pound object with one hand and claims to be a national security agent, then he can only be a national security agent, because such ability is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Only a secret weapon trained by the state could possibly do that.

"I believe it."

Wen Junjie followed behind Luo Fei, talking as he walked, his tone filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, "Big brother, I believe you. With you, I'm sure I can get back alive and even sue those bastards who framed me to death."

The two quickly walked through the museum's hall, exited through the main entrance, and returned to the motorcycle next to the stone tablet.

Luo Fei straddled the motorcycle, twisted the throttle to restart the engine, and then waited for Wen Junjie to be settled on the back seat before twisting the throttle again, and the off-road motorcycle roared off.

The motorcycle continued along a stone-paved path on the side of the museum. This path was much narrower than the previous cement path, and the surface was paved with irregular bluestone slabs. The gaps between the slabs were filled with withered yellow weeds, indicating that it was rarely used.

The stone-paved path was flanked by tall pine forests, their canopies blocking out most of the sky, making the light so dim it felt like walking through a tunnel.

After riding for about five minutes, the pine forest suddenly came to an end. A breathtaking view opened up before us.

Before them stood a massive ancient building. Its exterior was somewhat similar to the museum they had just seen, also a wooden, pavilion-style structure, but on a much larger scale.

The main building is a three-story hall with a double-eaved hip roof. The roof is covered with dark blue tiles, and the eaves are upturned high, with copper wind chimes hanging from the corners.

The main hall's facade features a row of vermilion wooden pillars, each as thick as an adult's embrace, with lotus-shaped bases carved from bluestone. The entire building exudes a more magnificent and imposing presence than the museum, conveying a solemn and awe-inspiring atmosphere.

In front of the building is a huge plaza paved with bluestone slabs, roughly the size of a standard football field.

The stone slabs were polished smooth by time, and their surface was covered with a fine layer of volcanic ash, giving them an eerie grayish-white color under the dim light.

In the very center of the square stands a stone monument, over three meters tall, made of a single piece of granite, its surface polished to a mirror-like shine. Three powerful Chinese characters are inscribed on the monument.

"Kamikaze Bureau".

As Wen Junjie read those words aloud, Luo Fei's motorcycle had already entered the square. The wheels rolled over the volcanic ash-covered stone slabs, making a soft, rustling sound.

The moment the motorcycle entered the square, the main entrance of the ancient building opposite was suddenly pushed open from the inside. Two heavy, vermilion wooden doors parted to the sides, and seven people hurriedly walked out from behind them.

Luo Fei's gaze locked onto the seven people, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized one of them at a glance—Yamako Yamaya. The woman he had once imprisoned in the cellar was now standing in the middle of the group, wearing a dark, tight-fitting combat suit.

The expression on her face changed from calm to extreme shock the moment she saw Luo Fei. Her mouth opened involuntarily, and her jaw seemed about to drop. Clearly, she had never expected Luo Fei to appear here, let alone in the square of the Divine Wind Bureau.

Standing next to Masako Yamaya was a giant over two meters tall. This person was definitely over 2.1 meters tall, and his body was so huge that he looked like a brown bear walking upright.

His shoulders were wider than the strongest weightlifter Luo Fei had ever seen, his arms were as thick as an average person's thighs, and the muscles on his neck bulged from his collarbone, completely submerging his neck.

He stood there, towering over everyone else, his shadow alone enough to completely engulf a person.

Luo Fei's gaze lingered on the giant for a second, then quickly swept over the other five people one by one.

Standing at the front was a lean, middle-aged man with short hair, a long, thin face, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes.

His posture was different from everyone else's. His feet were slightly apart, shoulder-width apart, his center of gravity was slightly lower, his hands hung naturally at his sides, his fingers were slightly bent, and his knuckles were covered with thick calluses.

Luo Fei was very familiar with this stance; it was a basic combat posture that the Tianji Group's combat instructors had repeatedly emphasized—this person was always ready to fight.

Behind him stood a man dressed in a dark gray kimono, the sleeves of which were wide and covered his hands. The man wore a black mask that covered the left half of his face, revealing only one right eye and half of his mouth.

The exposed eye was small, with a gray pupil, and its gaze was as cold as ice.

Beside the man in the kimono was another man holding a long sword. The sword's scabbard was black, wrapped with several red knots, and the hilt was covered with fish skin that gleamed from being soaked in sweat.

The man wielding the knife was lean and wiry, with long, slender hands, distinct knuckles, and a thick, visible callus on the base of his thumb. On the other side of the man with the long knife were two women. One of them was slightly older than Yamaya Masako, appearing to be in her early thirties. Her long, flowing hair was simply tied back with a white cloth strip, and she had delicate features but a cold, stern gaze.

The other one was much younger, probably in his early twenties, with a high ponytail and an undisguised fierceness on his face.

The last person stood in the very center of the group; he was a middle-aged man around fifty years old. He wore a sharp black suit, a white shirt, and a dark blue tie. His hair was neatly combed, and he had a well-trimmed mustache.

His posture was very formal, his back ramrod straight, one hand behind his back and the other in front of him. Although he stood among this group of superhumans who were clearly not ordinary people, his demeanor was more like that of a bureaucrat than a warrior.

Luo Fei looked at each of the seven people's faces one by one, his gaze finally settling on the giant who was over two meters tall, before returning to the face of the wiry man standing at the front. He recognized the face, or rather, he had information about the face stored in his mind.

Tianyu Shencang.

The secret files of the Tianji Group contain a document about supernatural organizations in the Sakura Country, with the Kamikaze Group being one of the key threat units highlighted.

There was a photo inside, and the man in the photo was the face in front of me—high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a gaze as sharp as a razor-sharp knife.

The document states: Tenyu Kamikura, ranked first in combat power among the Kamikaze Group, possesses super-speed movement ability, with an unknown maximum speed, codenamed "Swift Shadow".

The giant, who is over two meters tall, is also recorded in the archives as Dark Moon Asura. His superpower is strength enhancement, and it is said that when he unleashes his full power, he can overturn a main battle tank with his bare hands.

The man wielding the sword is Kojiro Saki, a top-notch swordsman. His sword is said to be forged from meteorite and can cut through iron like mud.

The one wearing a kimono and a mask is Hanayu Shizumaru, who is proficient in ninjutsu and whose special ability is short-distance spatial displacement.

Of the two women, the older one is Ayaka Itsuki, who is skilled in manipulating flames. The younger one's file doesn't contain a photo, but given her position among the core members of the Kamikaze, her strength must be considerable.

As for the man in the suit standing in the very center—Takijiro Onishi, the director of the Kamikaze Bureau and the commander-in-chief of the Sakura Country's supernatural combat system.

His file was marked with the highest level in the National Security Bureau's evaluation system, not because of his combat prowess, but because he held the control and command over the entire Kamikaze Bureau, making him the core brain that enabled the Kamikaze Group to operate effectively.

Seven people—all the elite and core members of the Kamikaze Group, not one missing.

Luo Fei let go of the motorcycle handlebars.

He turned off the engine, slowly stepped off the motorcycle, and his feet rustled as he walked on the stone slabs of the plaza covered with volcanic ash.

Wen Junjie hurriedly climbed down from the back seat and stood behind Luo Fei. He looked at the seven imposing figures opposite him, and his throat bobbed involuntarily.

"Brother, who are these people...?"

Wen Junjie's voice was very low, so low that only Luo Fei could hear it.

“The enemy of the Great Xia.”

Luo Fei's voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were stating an objective fact: "I've traveled all this way to fight to the death."

Upon hearing this, Wen Junjie felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and he froze on the spot. His lips trembled slightly, and a flash of instinctive fear crossed his eyes, but he suppressed it with a stubborn determination.

He took a deep breath, about to say something, when Luo Fei spoke first.

"That is, if you are still alive later."

After saying this, Luo Fei took out his phone from his pocket.

The phone screen lit up, still displaying the Douyin interface that had been open before—the account with 280 million and a few thousand followers was still constantly receiving various private messages and comments, and the numbers on the screen were scrolling wildly, like an overloaded meter.

He handed the phone to Wen Junjie.

"Turn on the live stream."

Wen Junjie's hand trembled as he took the phone. He glanced down at the number of followers on the screen, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. Finally, with an expression of having witnessed a world wonder, he looked up at Luo Fei, his lips trembling as he squeezed out a few words: "B-Big Brother—you've almost reached 300 million followers on Douyin?"

"Start a live stream."

Luo Fei repeated himself, his tone a shade deeper than before.

Wen Junjie didn't dare ask any more questions and hurriedly tapped the screen a few times. His fingers were a little clumsy due to nervousness, and he pressed the wrong button twice in a row before finally pressing the start button correctly on the third time.

The live stream feed popped up on my phone.

At the same time, the internet world within Great Xia was in complete uproar.

The news that Luo Fei's account had started broadcasting was like a nuclear bomb dropped on Douyin's servers.

With over 200 million followers, including at least tens of millions of people waiting online simultaneously, the peak data traffic when the live stream screen lit up almost crashed Douyin's backend system.

Douyin's technical team had already made special server expansion preparations for Luo Fei's account in the two hours prior, but when the broadcast actually started, the number of viewers still exceeded everyone's expectations.

It took zero seconds to trend on social media.

At the same time, major short video platforms, news apps, and social media platforms all changed their headlines to the same one: "Captain Luo is going live."

Live broadcast notifications popped up on countless mobile phone screens. On the streets, in subways, in office buildings, and in schools, countless people opened their phones and flooded into the live broadcast room.

Douyin paused all other ongoing live streams and concentrated all server bandwidth resources on Luo Fei's live stream. The entire platform's homepage displayed only one screen: Luo Fei's live stream.

In the scene, the sky is a hazy yellow. Volcanic ash from the eruption of Mount Fuji obscures the light, casting an apocalyptic filter over the entire world. (End of Chapter)