Enforcer's Handbook

There is nothing more enviable than that.

The abilities you dreamed of blossomed in the hands of others, and everything you imagined came true in your old enemy.

This ability to control the past and the future was displayed in front of him at this moment.

The humanoid didn't answer, and there was only one last thing left in his mind at this moment.

This was his second failure, but at the end of their last battle, the entire upper world was destroyed, and the last thing he could do now was to detonate the energy again.

This gathering of spiritual energy formed by "collective consciousness" will bring about an unprecedented spiritual storm.

After that, destruction and darkness will come to the world.

He may be "dead" for ten years or more than twenty years, but at some point in the future, he is destined to make a comeback one day.

The humanoid can only hope to defeat this ability that has completed its growth through the passage of time.

"See you in the next era."

The humanoid body continued to expand, gradually integrating into the gathering storm.

"Is it another self-destruction attack?"

Song Lan is no stranger to the idea of ​​​​the human form. This has almost become the three-axe attack of today's villains, using psychic energy as a bomb to guide self-destruction, forming a psychic storm that can penetrate the boundaries of time and space.

Although in essence, this ritual is the same as the bomb that RT1 once buried in Qi Yun's body, it is difficult even for him to imagine what kind of destruction the spiritual intensity of the "collective consciousness" can cause.

But the end-of-the-world scene in front of us just proves one thing.

"Are you dead?"

They can only repeat their old tricks and let the destruction of the upper world come here, and then survive in the chaos and hide in unknown places.

As for the new era mentioned by the human figure, Song Lan guessed that it might have to wait until he was in his seventh or eighth decade, or it might be difficult to see him again during his lifetime.

"You missed the opportunity."

The destruction of the upper world was the time when they were closest. In order to avoid the baptism of the psychic storm, he was also trapped in the turbulence of time and space, and appeared in the world before the third war in a way beyond his control. The sequelae caused by being able to overload have been confusing for a long time.

Song Lan looked up and said calmly, "I thought you would prepare more special moves. After so many years, it seems that you have not made any progress."

So, for him, there was only one last piece of the puzzle left.

The ultimate puzzle.

How do you deal with an enemy that rises from the dead and plots to come back after you die?

Compared to RT1's calculations, which took more than 20 years, this puzzle was not too difficult. Song Lan came up with the answer in one afternoon.

Since the other party will come back from the dead no matter what, killing the other party has lost its meaning.

Therefore, more active and effective measures should put the other party on the edge of life and death.

"By the way, have you heard of the legend of the Dark Master?"

"Dark Master? You——"

The humanoid's rhetorical question came to an abrupt end.

The psychic storm that was gathering above their heads suddenly stopped, and the broken altar became quiet.

In fact, Song Lan had kindly demonstrated the answer to the other party before.

Compared with the final battle in the traditional sense, the last battle between the two can only be described as calm. There was no ruins after the energy detonation, and everything around them remained as usual.

Song Lan raised his right hand and gently dragged the black fragments that fell due to inertia.

This is a fraction of the humanoid energy. After losing the control of consciousness, it returns to the most basic state of energy. As time goes by, the accumulated energy will eventually dissipate.

No one would believe in a black cube and believe that something that does not even have the most basic language functions can open a new era.

When the concept of "New God" was gradually forgotten in people's minds, what was left was an old guy whose body was torn apart and who harbored extreme ambitions but couldn't even find his arms and legs.

He had also considered that the adaptability of the humanoid Xinxin Nian Nian could help him withstand cutting and prevent his divided body from being involved in the turbulence of time and space and drifting to an unknown timeline. However, it turned out that neither he nor RT1 could Didn't calculate to this point.

"hiss."

Song Lan took in a breath of cold air again.

The pain on the bridge of his nose left him no time to grieve for his old enemy. Now he had to leave the basement of Military Technology and immediately rush to the most reputable rhinology hospital near his apartment.

……………………

"At about 1 o'clock this afternoon, news came from the exploration team formed by the Department of Homeland Security. They found the remains of a suspected altar under the military technology building. The earthquake was suspected to be related to the ruins..."

The news was playing on the TV in the corridor of the Prosthetic Hospital.

Today's prosthetic hospitals are overcrowded, and most people's symptoms are surprisingly similar.

They suddenly felt dizzy at a certain moment, and in severe cases, they fell directly into coma. The symptoms caused a large number of accidents.

At this moment, various cities are counting the names of injured people caused by dizziness symptoms, and many of them have been sent to the intensive care unit as a result.

The sky outside the window of the Prosthetic Hospital was gradually darkening. Song Lan was sitting among the many patients, feeling anxious.

After all, he carefully misjudged the situation. When he drove to the hospital, the registration queue had already exceeded 100 people.

Sitting next to him were people who had broken their noses due to various bizarre reasons caused by vertigo.

Everyone was frowning and holding their noses, and he blended in perfectly with the crowd.

"Patient No. 173, please go to Ward 4."

The mechanically synthesized female voice above his head announced his number. Song Lan, like other patients, walked into the room with the electronic sign No. 4 in a nervous mood.

Don't change your nose, don't change your nose, don't change your nose!

He muttered something in his mind.

He admitted that he had some regrets. Out of recognition of the Ningyo's more than 20 years of hard work, he took a hard punch, but the punch seemed to be in the wrong place.

"Why, you were also injured due to vertigo... Huh!?"

The doctor in the room stood up from his chair in surprise when he saw Song Lan.

Jasmine was still wearing the white nano-tight combat uniform and white coat. Her eyes were widened at this moment, and she reflexively took out the camera. With a "click", Song Lan's expression of frowning in pain lasted forever. The ground was recorded.

"Why are you here?"

The two pointed at each other almost in unison.

After a long pause, Jasmine answered first, "The prosthetic hospital is too busy, so I'm here to be a volunteer doctor."

This afternoon, she heard too many people who had broken their noses for unbelievable reasons, "Don't tell me you also fell because of vertigo."

"It's not vertigo, I was involved in other incidents."

"Other incidents?"

"It's probably similar to meeting a gangster on the street and getting a heavy punch."

very good.

Jasmine heard a reason that was even more bizarre than all the previous reasons combined.

Song Lan was beaten by a gangster on the way home. If they hadn't seen him with their own eyes, no one would believe this reason.

She glanced at the cube still emitting jet-black light held in Song Lan's left arm, rolled her eyes and asked, "What is this? Did the little bastard explode the equipment?"

"Since you asked the question sincerely..."

Song Lan took a deep breath, sat in front of the table, and placed the cube on it, "Jasmine, have you heard the story of the Dark Master?"

…

After Song Lan's fascinating narration, Jasmine roughly understood the whole story.

After all, they are now colleagues working in the same department. She has long since learned to find the true and trustworthy parts of Song Lan's scammer's words, and the way δ trembles in the shadows shows that This cube containing unknown energy has a lot of origins.

If she remembers correctly, when she decided to volunteer at the Prosthetic Hospital, she was ridiculed by δ. She sneered and mocked her. Smart people would have already started running for their lives now, because in a short time, the first district will go to destroy.

Seeing that he couldn't convince himself, δ sneered and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, you'll just die here." Then he blended into the shadows and walked away.

But it didn't take long for Jasmine to discover that δ, who claimed to be running away alone, had followed her to the prosthetic hospital in a sneaky way.

"That is to say, you met a gang leader nicknamed the 'Dark Master'."

Jasmine concluded.

Obviously, this name was forced upon him by Song Lan. No street gangster these days would give himself such an old-fashioned nickname.

"Then in order to completely stop him, you divided his body into several parts, and this black cube is one of them. If the gangster leader wants to make a comeback, he must collect the energy blocks scattered everywhere. , and then piece it together.”

Of course, this is only a theoretical possibility.

Except for the ordinary office worker in front of me who had his nose broken by a punch from a street gangster, I'm afraid there won't be anyone in the world who can reach other timelines.

Although the story told by Song Lan was very ordinary, Jasmine could imagine the intensity of the battle. The sudden vertigo that swept the whole world was probably caused by this battle.

In this way, the fact that Song Lan had her nose broken by a gangster has some credibility.

She knew very well that the truth was far from that.

Not long ago, δ made a judgment about the sudden dizziness. She asserted that it was the sequelae caused by forcibly "collecting faith." However, the thought of someone gathering so much faith made δ uneasy.

She thought that was probably the only opponent who could compare with the devil, but what was certain was that no matter who ended up victorious in this battle, the First District, and even the entire coalition government, might be destroyed as a result.

Just like the upper world that was once destroyed.

"Come on, let me see it first."

Jasmine stood up, approached Song Lan, and began to inspect carefully.

"You really have to look at it carefully for me, but I want to explain in advance that I don't agree with the transplantation of prostheses... I have heard of the current trend of prosthetic hospitals. In order to sell expensive prosthetic packages, even if there are just some minor problems, The doctor will also recommend replacing the prosthesis or returning it to the factory for repair.”

Song Lan's nervous expression really amused Jasmine. He now looked like one of those old men who didn't believe in modern medicine but had to come to the hospital for treatment due to illness.

No matter what the doctor said, he would remain skeptical.

"Well...except for the bridge of the nose, there are no other wounds."

As the examination progressed, Jasmine's eyes became more and more stunned.

As she said, apart from the broken nose, she didn't find any wounds on Song Lan's body - not even scratches.

She had seen too many injuries, and this obviously did not meet the definition of a well-matched battle.

This looks more like...

After Song Lan symbolically allowed the opponent to break the bridge of his nose, he killed the opponent instantly with a backhand.

This is destined to be a battle that she cannot understand, and no one will know what happened under the military technology building.

Perhaps as δ said, the "Dark Master" is the most terrifying enemy the coalition government has ever encountered. Unfortunately, before he let everyone know his terror, in that unknown place, he happened to be with " A fight broke out between Song Lan, a passing office worker.

"Don't you need a prosthetic transplant?"

The nervous questioning brought her back to reality. Jasmine cleared her throat and said, "No need, but if you don't want your nose to grow crooked in the future, I need to put a brace on you. It's best to stay at home and rest in the next few days. , try to avoid secondary harm as much as possible... By the way, have you told Lu Xiang about this?"

"Not yet. The counter-intelligence department should be very busy today. There is no need to worry her."

"Well, then you should go back and recuperate. Anyway, you don't come to the department very often. It's the same."

While nodding, Jasmine calmly told Lu Xiang that Song Lan was beaten by a gangster and had her nose broken.

Looking at Song Lan's eyes that were happy to hear that he didn't need to transplant a prosthetic body, and his back walking briskly out of the room, she suddenly realized that this road might be much lonelier than she imagined.

And their minister seems to have long been accustomed to such loneliness.

She was not ecstatic about defeating a powerful enemy, nor could she wait to tell everyone about her contribution. If she hadn't happened to meet him when she came to the hospital to do voluntary work today, she might not have even told the story of the "Dark Master". will know.

Song Lan really looked like he had a fight with a street gangster on the road and then returned home calmly.

Jasmine suppressed the intertwined thoughts in her heart.

She guessed that Song Lan did not need awards from the council or a celebration banquet from the department, but she would never let him return home alone like this.

…

Arriving downstairs at the hospital, Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and her worries finally settled down.

He put his hand on the brace on his nose.

His nose must not be crooked!

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from above his head.

A hover car with the logo of the counter-intelligence department came through the air and made an emergency landing in front of the hospital.

The car door opened.

Then, a familiar figure entered his sight.

Small theater its three hundred and sixty:

A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Wednesday, in the evening

"Lao Lu, you see we are so familiar with each other, can you borrow it later..."

"No, I can't."

Lu Xiang immediately clasped his hands together and expressed his rejection without even intending to be polite.

"Hey, I'm not done yet!"

"Song Lan can't lend it to you."

Although Lu Xiang didn't have much experience attending high-society banquets, there were more than one scene like this depicted in the Kolo Films movies. This boyfriend came and went, and in the end he really became someone else's boyfriend.

Her eyes didn't mean to treat Guan Lili as a friend at all.

They did know each other for a long time, but when Guan Lili used the title "Lao Lu", their relationship faded.

"That shouldn't be the case, Lao Guan. You are young, beautiful, own a house and a car. There should be a lot of people chasing you, right?"

Song Lan asked curiously. It was incredible to him that Guan Lili had remained single.

"Occupational disease."

Guan Lili let out a long sigh, "I've been at Keluo Pictures for a long time, and I can see through the little thoughts of those who approach me at a glance."

Lu Xiang narrowed his eyes and asked, "Then why are you never wary of Song Lan?"

"There aren't many people with faces as clear and pure as his these days."

Guan Lili said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Those who have 'fishing' written on their faces like him are definitely the safest group of people."