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

"That's right, that's right. It's not shameful to run away if you can't win."

"As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood, Captain Luo."

"But given Captain Luo's personality, how could he possibly run away?"

"He never ran a single battle."

"He'll die if he doesn't run! This giant could really kill him!"

In the intelligence room, the moment Chen Xuanran saw Luo Fei being knocked away, she sprang up from her chair. Her knee slammed against the edge of the table, the table legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound, but she felt no pain in her knee at all.

She braced her hands on the table, leaning forward until her face was almost touching the screen. Something was welling up in her eyes—not tears, though she forced herself not to cry at a time like this—but her eyes were indeed red.

“How dare he,” Chen Xuanran’s voice was squeezed out from his throat, hoarse with a kind of suppressed urges, “He ran to that kind of place alone and fought with that kind of monster, how dare he?”

Her fingers clenched tightly on the table, her nails scratching white marks. Her shoulders trembled, her lips trembled, her whole body trembled. She was the strategist, the strategist of the Heavenly Secrets Group, a strategist who should remain calm under any circumstances.

But at this moment, seeing Luo Fei kneeling on the ground vomiting blood on the screen, all her thoughts about calmness and strategy were overwhelmed.

In Zhou Xiaobei's dorm room, the tablet computer was so hot from his grip that the edges were burning. When he saw Luo Feifei leave, he jumped off the bed, his knees hitting the edge of the bed, and the sheets were crumpled from his kick.

He plopped back down on the bed, then bounced up again, pointing a finger at the figure kneeling on the screen, his lips opening and closing repeatedly, unable to utter a single word.

Several of his brothers were also watching the live stream. These brothers, who usually trained with him, only now realized that Luo Fei was actually a superhuman.

They only knew that Captain Luo was formidable, had excellent marksmanship, was a strong fighter, and was a skilled leader, but they never knew that Captain Luo could send someone flying more than ten meters away with a single punch, jump more than ten meters high, and go head-to-head with the second-ranked superhuman in the Sakura Kingdom.

Luo Fei hadn't told them, nor had he disclosed the level of secrecy surrounding the National Security Bureau.

But at this moment, when they saw Luo Fei being knocked more than 20 meters away by Tianyu Shencang and crashing into the stone wall, coughing up blood, their thoughts were not "So Captain Luo is a superhuman," but "Will Captain Luo die?"

"Will not."

Zhou Xiaobei's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were answering everyone on the other side of the screen who was worried, "Brother Luo is not that easy to die, he has never been that easy to die."

But his fingers gripping the tablet were trembling. He couldn't see his own face and didn't know what his complexion looked like. If he had, he would have found his face frighteningly pale.

In another dormitory room, Zhou Yuanyuan sat on her bed with her legs crossed and her phone resting on her lap. Her roommates surrounded her; the three girls were crammed onto a bed less than a meter wide, shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee.

Zhou Yuanyuan's eyes were fixed on her phone screen, her eyelashes unblinking. Her lips were parted, and her breath fogged the screen. She wiped the fog away with her sleeve and continued staring.

"Yuanyuan," her roommate sitting to her left whispered, her voice tinged with a cautious probing, "isn't he your... ex-boyfriend?"

Zhou Yuanyuan did not answer. Her eyes were still fixed on the screen, on the figure kneeling on the ground, and on the mouthful of dark red blood he had spat out.

When she broke up with Luo Fei, she thought he was just an ordinary policeman who was too busy with work to spend time with her. So when she broke up with him, she felt a little guilty, but more than that, she felt justified.

Now, looking at the person on the screen who was knocked more than 20 meters away but could still stand up, her mind was a complete mess.

She couldn't understand—she couldn't understand how Luo Fei had become like this, she couldn't understand why he would fight those monsters alone in the Sakura Country, and she couldn't understand why he never told her anything.

Long Shaokun, sitting on the right-hand bunk, was also watching the live stream. His phone was turned sideways, showing the enormous figure of Tianyu Shencang. When he saw Luo Fei being knocked away, his mouth gaped open, and his chin almost hit his chest.

He was a member of the Heavenly Secrets Group, and had seen superhumans and many powerful experts, but the force of Tianyu Shencang's collision just now was completely beyond his comprehension.

"Twelve tons," Long Shaokun's voice carried an air of disbelief, "a conservative estimate of twelve tons. Is that the kind of power a human could generate?"

No one answered him. The other members of the Sky Machine Group in the dormitory were all staring at their respective screens, the air so quiet you could hear each other breathing. They all knew what twelve tons meant—the fully loaded weight of a medium-sized truck was roughly twelve tons.

The impact from Tianyu Shencang was equivalent to a fully loaded truck crashing into him at high speed. The fact that Luo Fei survived such a collision and was able to get up from the ground was already a miracle.

In an inconspicuous meeting room deep within the capital city, a screen hanging on the wall is playing footage from Luo Fei's live broadcast.

The image quality was somewhat blurry due to the volcanic ash, but the scene of Luo Fei kneeling on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood was still clearly visible. The air in the reception room seemed to have solidified, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

The Grand Secretaries sat in their respective seats, each with a different expression, but the muscles in their faces were all taut. A fine layer of sweat beaded on the forehead of the Left Grand Secretary, Qin, reflecting a dull light under the blue glow of the screen.

His fingers clenched and unclenched on the armrest of the seat, wrinkling the leather. He slowly raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, the cuff trembling slightly as it brushed against his skin.

He knew one thing very well—when Luo Fei announced the list of cabinet spies during the live broadcast, the people on the list were already assassination targets of the Kamikaze Bureau.

Some of those on the list have already entered the court, some have become officials, some hold high-ranking positions, and some wield great power. Since these people are on the Kamikaze Bureau's assassination list, given the bureau's style, they certainly won't just talk the talk without walking the walk.

If Luo Fei is defeated in Japan today, it's hard to say whether he can escape unscathed. Moreover, every single person on the list will become a target for the Kamikaze Bureau's assassination operation.

Grand Secretary Qin subconsciously touched his neck. On his neck was an Adam's apple, covered by skin that had loosened with age; the apple bobbed up and down.

He knew his name was on that list, and given his status, he was likely among the top on the assassination list. He stared at the figure kneeling on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing again.

Sweat rolled down his temples from his forehead, which he wiped away again with his sleeve.

Grand Secretary Wei, sitting in the corner, was also watching the screen. His posture was more composed than Grand Secretary Qin's, but his hand, which was holding a cane, was trembling slightly.

His eyes were fixed on the gray figure in the image. His gaze lingered on the image for a moment before moving down and landing on Luo Fei.

He looked at Luo Fei kneeling on the ground, at the pool of dark red blood on the stone slab in front of him, and his breathing became heavier than usual. He wasn't worried about the people on the list—although his name was on the list too, that was secondary. He was worried about Luo Fei himself.

He had lived most of his life and seen all sorts of people, from those who were reckless to those who risked their lives, and those who lived with their heads on the line. But Luo Fei was unlike anyone he had ever met.

This person wasn't doing it for any grand goal or lofty ideal; his actions were very simple—if someone harmed his people, he would retaliate.

Five members of the Xuanji Group died at the hands of Dark Moon Shura. So he went to Japan alone, and in front of hundreds of millions of people, he took Dark Moon Shura's sword, threw him into a tree, and killed him by piercing his heart.

Now he was facing Tenyu Kamikura, the number one superhuman in the Sakura Kingdom. In that head-on clash just now, everyone could see that Luo Fei's strength was inferior to his opponent's. He was sent flying more than twenty meters by a single impact, smashing through a stone wall and spitting out blood.

Any normal person would have backed down at this point.

But when Grand Secretary Wei looked into Luo Fei's eyes on the screen, although those eyes were red from the pain, what was inside them hadn't changed—it was killing intent, fighting spirit, a kind of madness that would rather die than retreat.

Grand Secretary Wei gripped the dragon head of his cane tightly, his knuckles digging white into the wood.

Luo Fei knelt on the ground, his hands bracing against the broken stone slabs. The blood on his knuckles mixed with the grayish-white volcanic ash on the ground, forming a dark gray paste.

His chest was still heaving violently, and blood was seeping from the wounds on his back caused by the stone wall. The blood flowed down his spine, staining his clothes around his waist.

Then he felt that familiar warm current.

The god-like self-healing has been activated.

A warm current of energy surged up from his dantian, splitting into two streams that flowed upwards and downwards.

The upward airflow passed through his chest, through his ribs that were sore from the impact, and through his lungs that were throbbing with pain, like a pair of hands gently massaging his damaged internal organs.

The downward airflow passed through his waist and abdomen, through his knees where he had just landed, and through the muscles of his calves that were trembling from overexertion.

In that instant, he felt the dull pain in his chest from the impact subside at a perceptible speed. First, the burning sensation in his lungs lessened, and the fiery stinging pain lessened with each breath.

Then the soreness in the rib area began to subside, the bruises under the skin were washed away by the airflow, the blood clots in the blood vessels were broken up, and fresh blood flowed back in.

Next came the wound on my back—the scraped marks began to heal under the influence of the airflow, the skin cells at the edge of the wound divided rapidly, and new tissue grew at a speed invisible to the naked eye, filling the damaged area.

The blood congealed into a scab within seconds, and then a few seconds later, new skin had grown under the scab. The scab was pushed up by the new skin and fell off as Luo Fei got up, landing on the broken stone slab.

He stood up from the ground.

His body trembled as he stood up—not from pain, but from the natural tremor of his bones and muscles returning to their original positions after being subjected to extreme stress.

As he stood up, his spine straightened vertebra by vertebra, his shoulders stretched back, and his neck twisted half a circle, making a slight cracking sound.

He raised his right hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. The fabric of his sleeve left a dark stain as he wiped the dark red blood.

Then he raised his hand and patted the gravel stuck to his shoulder. The gravel bounced off his clothes as he patted it, falling to the ground with a soft rustling sound.

After he finished taking the picture, he twisted his neck again, and the veins in his neck rolled twice under his skin.

He looked at Tenyu Kamikura, who was standing in the center of the square. The killing intent in his eyes had returned; his pupils contracted, and a few thin blood vessels appeared on the whites of his eyes.

His breathing returned to normal, his heartbeat returned to normal, and the injury he had sustained healed within seconds. He was now as if he had never been injured at all. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, a small but distinct curve.

He said one thing.

"That's interesting."

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried far in the deathly silent square. Yamaya Masako heard it, May Ayaka heard it, Wen Junjie heard it, and the two Kamikaze members standing at the edge of the square also heard it.

The microphone in the live broadcast room picked up these three words and then transmitted them to the screens of 450 million viewers in Daxia.

Before the comments could react, Luo Fei moved again.

He stomped his foot on the stone wall behind him, the force of which created a small dent in the wall's recess.

His body propelled forward with the force of the impact, and he took three steps on the ground, each step crushing a stone slab. After three steps, he had reached his maximum speed.

Then he bent both legs down at the same time, his thigh and calf muscles tensed to their limit in an instant, and the force that burst out when he pushed off the ground propelled him into the sky.

He jumped higher than when they first exchanged punches. His body rose against the backdrop of the gray sky, one meter, two meters, five meters, ten meters, fifteen meters.

His body rose to a height of at least fifteen meters above the ground, equivalent to the height of a five or six-story building. Volcanic ash churned in the air beneath his feet, and his body became a black silhouette against the gray-white background, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He reached the highest point and then began to fall.

The trajectory of its fall was not vertical, but rather it slammed down at an angle towards the direction of Tianyu Shencang.

As he fell, he adjusted his posture—his right leg was bent, his knee pointing forward, his heel tucked under his hip, and his entire weight was concentrated on the ball of his right foot.

His body fell faster and faster, and the force of gravity and the power of his jump were all concentrated on his right foot.

Tenyu Kamikura raised his head. His eyes reflected a dim light in the gray light, his pupils showing the figure that had descended from the sky. He didn't flinch, but instead raised his right arm. (End of Chapter)