Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

"Hey, can you hear me?"

The technician's voice came through the headphones, accompanied by a slight electrical static.

Chen Feng and Lao Mao simultaneously raised their hands and pressed their ears, a coded signal to confirm the message.

The technician, Xiao Zhou, is a key technical member of the team. He is currently sitting in the command vehicle, monitoring everything on site through hidden cameras and earpieces on his body.

His voice was low, but every word was clear: "You'd better get blood from the fighting dogs on stage; their condition suggests they've been given illegal drugs."

"Based on my analysis of the footage, the dogs' reactions are clearly abnormal. Their pupils are dilated, their muscles are twitching, and their aggression is beyond the normal range. It is very likely that they are exposed to amphetamines or something more potent."

Chen Feng frowned; the crazed look in his eyes on stage was definitely not right.

"The portable test tubes you carry can do the tests. The blue one tests for alkaline drugs, the red one tests for sedatives, and the yellow one is specifically for testing for stimulants—remember to collect several samples."

"Be careful during the operation." Xiao Zhou's tone became serious. "The armed forces here are unusual. Through external observation, I've spotted at least six armed security personnel, not counting those hidden in the crowd. Before we get the transfer order and the site is completely sealed off, try not to reveal your identities. The transfer order is already in the process, but it will take at least twenty minutes."

"clear!"

Upon receiving the order, the two immediately took action.

Chen Feng and Lao Mao exchanged a glance; their years of tacit understanding meant they needed no further words.

The two split up, using excuses such as needing to use the restroom or feigning illness to leave their seats.

Old Cat clutched his stomach and walked toward the infirmary with a pained expression. It was close to the backstage area and a good observation point.

Chen Feng, after taking Cang Xuan to the toilet, used the excuse that "the dog needs to drink water" and walked towards the other side of the passage.

Chen Feng brought Cang Xuan with him. He was actually a little hesitant about whether to bring the dog, but he was more worried about leaving Cang Xuan alone in the seat. In that kind of environment, what if someone had designs on it?

The lighting in the passageway was much dimmer than in the stands. Pipes were exposed on the walls, and the floor was uneven and filled with sewage that had seeped out from who-knows-where.

Chen Feng walked slowly, his eyes scanning every corner and his ears catching every subtle sound.

Suddenly, Cang Xuan nudged Chen Feng at a corner.

The force wasn't strong, but it was enough to attract attention.

Chen Feng paused, looking down at the dog beside him. Cang Xuan raised his head, looking at him with pale golden eyes, then wrinkled his nose slightly.

He sniffed in the direction of the corner that Chen Feng had overlooked, and his tail swayed slightly.

Considering Cang Xuan's composure throughout, Chen Feng was also vigilant enough not to overlook this detail.

He stopped and listened intently. There seemed to be a slight noise around the corner, but it was muffled by the echo in the passageway and he couldn't hear it clearly.

"This is a dead end," Chen Feng said in a low voice, as if explaining to Cang Xuan, but also as if talking to himself. "I glanced over there; it just ends up as a wall with some junk piled up. Or did you smell something?"

Cang Xuan did not answer, but simply strode forward with steady and composed steps, as if to say, "Follow me."

Chen Feng followed with some skepticism.

At the end of the corner was indeed a wall, with a dilapidated iron cage, moldy sacks, rusty dog ​​chains, and a pile of junk whose purpose was unclear.

Chen Feng frowned, about to say something, when he saw Cang Xuan walk straight to the pile of junk and paw at it a few times.

A blood-stained piece of waste paper peeked out from under the sack.

Chen Feng's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward and squatted down. It was a tissue stained with blood, the blood not yet completely dry, dark red, and gleaming eerily under the dim light.

The tissue was crumpled into a ball, but when unfolded, you could see a blurry pattern on it, like the packaging paper of some kind of medicine.

He took out the test kit from the compartment of the thermos. The specially made portable test tube was only the size of a thumb, but it could detect most common drugs.

I tore open the packaging, dabbed a little blood with a cotton swab, and dripped it into a test tube.

The reagent turned dark blue instantly.

Positive for alkaline drugs. And it's a strong positive.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and carefully put the evidence into the evidence bag.

He notified his teammates off the field, then turned back and made no further moves.

In incidents like this, individual heroism is not the way to go; resolving the situation without causing harm is the primary policy. Once the evidence is in hand, all that's left is to wait for support and then take down the suspects in one fell swoop.

He returned to the entrance of the passage and was about to walk out when a burst of noise suddenly came through his earphones.

"Old Cat?" Chen Feng called out in a low voice.

After a burst of noise, it wasn't Old Cat's voice that came through, but a strange male voice with a mocking laugh: "So you have accomplices."

Chen Feng: !

His heart skipped a beat, but years of training allowed him to maintain a calm demeanor.

He didn't speak, but quickly pressed the earpiece a few times to send an emergency signal.

Wasn't Old Cat going to the infirmary? Did he happen to stumble upon something?

On the other end, Xiao Zhou's voice rang out urgently, clearly having also heard the conversation: "Chen Feng, the situation has changed! Lao Mao's communications have been cut off; we can only locate him in the backstage area. The transfer order has been approved, the SWAT team is assembling, and the blockade will begin in five minutes! But what about you—"

Chen Feng urgently informed Lao Mao of his situation, and the sound of Xiao Zhou typing on a keyboard came through the earpiece: "Understood, I'll immediately notify the action team to adjust the plan. Be extremely careful. If you can find Lao Mao's location, try to rescue him, but don't rush in. If the situation is dangerous, evacuate immediately; we will have professionals handle it."

To prevent a hostage crisis, the blockade operation had to be temporarily suspended.

What was originally planned as a swift and decisive strike must now be transformed into a more precise and surgical operation.

Chen Feng knew that time was of the essence, and he wanted to find out about Old Cat's situation before reinforcements arrived so that he could provide intelligence for the subsequent rescue.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at Cang Xuan.

"Cang Xuan, you stay here," Chen Feng crouched down and pointed to the iron door behind him. "I'll lock this door from the inside; it's very safe. My teammates will be here in half an hour at most. Then this place will be under control. You just need to wait patiently."

They agreed that regardless of his progress, the area would be completely sealed off after half an hour. If there was no news from him within half an hour, the SWAT team would launch a full-scale assault.

Chen Feng had no intention of taking Cangxuan into danger. Regardless of whether it could help in the following process, it was just a helpful dog that came to assist, a property of the people, and had no reason to take it into danger.

Consultant Qin trusted him and entrusted him with the dog, so he had to bring it back intact.

After comforting Cangxuan, he took one last look at it and turned to leave.

Every second counts!

Only the sound of Chen Feng's hurried footsteps receding into the distance remained in the passage, along with Cang Xuan sitting quietly in the corner.

The iron gate was very heavy, and the lock was an old-fashioned padlock, as big as a baby's fist, with an iron lock beam as thick as a thumb.

Chen Feng locked it from the outside and even tugged on it twice to make sure it was secure.

He walked quickly, his footsteps disappearing at the end of the passage.

However, Cang Xuan, whom he considered calm, reliable, and infallible, made a move less than half a minute after he left.

Cang Xuan got up and walked to the door, his gaze falling on the iron lock.

He stared at it quietly for a second.

Then open your mouth.

It wasn't a bite; that would have been too rough. He merely touched the lock beam lightly with his fangs, and then a terrifying power surged from his body.

That was the power of spirit beasts, energy from the Spirit Martial Continent, not belonging to this world.

The sturdy iron lock, like melted wax, silently changed shape. The lock beam broke in the middle, the cut smooth as a mirror, as if it had always been two separate pieces.

There were no unusual noises.

There is no trace.

Cangxuan gently pushed the iron gate with its claws, and it opened silently.

He strode out gracefully, with a completely broken iron lock behind him.

After quickly sniffing to determine the direction, Cang Xuan followed without hesitation, his steps light and silent, like a shadow disappearing into the dim passage.