Enforcer's Handbook

Each city has its own characteristics.

For example, District 2 is a city famous for its nostalgia, where you can taste all the delicacies that existed in the pre-war world, and appreciate the cultural heritage left over from the pre-war world, such as the art of drawing swords. .

District 17 naturally has its own unique charm.

You could be walking past a long-abandoned warehouse late one night and encounter a group of gun-toting gang members who appeared out of nowhere and stripped you down to your underpants.

Or sometimes even the underpants are not left.

This was a night full of customs and customs in District 17. In order to avoid this happening, Lu Xiang arrived at an abandoned warehouse in the western suburbs half an hour before the appointment.

There are many places like this, which appear to be abandoned, but are actually places where gangs trade.

It is far away from the urban area and the terrain is remote. There will be no pedestrians passing by here at night.

If someone unfortunately turns into a corpse during the black fight, the corpse will probably not be discovered until several days later.

While waiting for the two parties to enter the fight, Lu Xiang and Song Lan hid in the warehouse workshop and shared a lot of common sense in the criminal field with him. She was familiar with the cases that had happened in this abandoned warehouse. The last murder was in Half a month ago, gang members smuggling illegal drugs were ambushed by a group of drug addicts. When the body was found, the face of the deceased could not be put together.

Song Lan was frightened when he heard this, and lamented that the criminals in District 17 were really terrible. As the leader of the insect swarm, Lu Xiang showed amazing psychological quality, vividly describing the various details they found at the scene, while relishing it. Eating snacks made by Song Lan.

Not long after, the party who had arranged a fight arrived.

The roar of the motor resounded through the night sky. A group of bosozokus wearing leather jackets and exaggerated hairstyles drove their motorcycles into a warehouse in the western suburbs. Even though there were no spectators around, they still showed off their skills and stopped in the open space with beautiful flicks. Got off the motorcycle.

The leader was tall and tall, wearing short-sleeves in the cold weather, showing off his strong muscles...

Song Lan couldn't remember how many similar people she had seen. Most of them ended up lying on the ground before they even had time to tell their names. Their extremely strong muscles seemed to be just to prove that they were stronger than ordinary people. Elite monsters that are stronger than passers-by make them appear more valuable when they are knocked down.

After parking the car and lining up, the leader of the Bosozoku clan smiled evilly and confidently took out the winning weapon from his waist.

A pistol.

When the leader skillfully loaded the pistol, Song Lan felt a sense of desolation.

In the story Lu Xiang just told, the criminals in District 17 were not like this before. They were well-equipped and well-planned. They had people occupy favorable terrain before the transaction, and used sniper rifles to block the opponent's retreat.

The younger brothers of the Bosozoku leader proved with practical actions why they did not find favorable terrain.

Under the watch of the two men, they took out weapons such as iron rods and machetes from the back of the motorcycle.

They are all melee units.

These cold weapons suddenly brought the era of the crime scene back 100 years.

Not long after, a taxi drove slowly towards the warehouse and finally stopped at the gate.

Just when everyone thought that the people in the car were going to back off after seeing this gesture, the little girl in the passenger seat paid the money, got out of the car, and headed straight towards the circle of bosozoku without stopping.

"Who among you is the big carrot head!"

Before the leader of the Bosozoku clan could speak, this angry question echoed in the empty warehouse. The taxi on the street didn't hesitate at all, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"I'm a big carrot head, what's wrong?"

The man standing next to the leader of the Bosozoku clan said boldly, Judging from the number of people, they were 12 to 1, and the other party was a little girl with thin arms and legs. The only thing that looked a little evil was that she had a handle on her waist. A long sword taller than her.

The long knife looks like a collectible that rich people like to auction at high prices. This little girl looks fair and clean. Could it be that she is the daughter of a senior executive of a big company?

In fact, they came here for a purpose. Before setting off, he was almost convinced that the other party was Father Bruno's trumpet. Maybe this was their chance to find out the true face of the Void Investigation Bureau, but who would have thought that what came was a little girl.

But it’s not a loss either.

Changing the plan to kidnap members of the Void Bureau into kidnapping the daughter of a company executive would also make a lot of money.

"Let me ask you, why are you scolding me?"

Wind Chime is going to be so angry this afternoon.

This morning, she heard about a website from the discussions among the One-Star rescuers, saying that this website contained a lot of information about void creatures, as well as some short stories left by "adventurers".

After finishing a whole day's work, she returned to the apartment and lay down on the bed, registered an account on her mobile phone, and opened a bag of potato chips. She originally wanted to read the Void Story happily, but she didn't expect to be scolded in the face. pause.

She has never been scolded like this since she was a child!

Moreover, the reason for insulting her was inexplicable. She just said a fair word to the besieged person that the void was dangerous, and did not make any inappropriate remarks.

Feng Chime's question stumped the Bosozoku.

This was the first time someone had asked him such a ridiculous question that he fell into self-doubt.

Why curse people online?

Do you need a reason for this? Of course you can scold me if you want.

He couldn't think of an answer, so he could only respond with a stronger attitude, "You are the one who is scolded!"

With his loud answer, the whole world turned upside down from top to bottom. In this wonderful process, he heard screams, wind and the sound of broken objects.

The ruins of the wall covered half of his body, and dust covered his face.

He smelled blood.

Some liquid started from his forehead, flowed across his face, and fell to the ground.

He looked forward and saw only his companions staggering on the ground. Everyone fell to the ground motionless, their life or death uncertain.

Just...what happened?

He didn't know why he suddenly crossed a distance of more than ten meters and smashed half of the wall at the door.

Wait a minute, what's flowing down isn't blood, is it?

The bosozoku looked at the back of his hand that was wet with liquid in fear, and the bright red mark made him let out a weak cry.

"Help, help!"

He was bleeding.

Maybe he will die soon.

"Hey, did you see it?"

In the factory, Song Lan also widened her eyes.

"...she drew the knife?"

What just happened happened too fast. Even though Lu Xiang was prepared, he couldn't see clearly how the provocative Bosozoku flew out.

That moment was as fast as when Song Lan activated his ability, skipping the process and reaching the result directly.

However, this is really weird.

Shouldn’t the person who was struck by a knife have his body and head removed?

Why does it look more like it was hit by a heavy object now?

"You really didn't see it?"

Song Lan had to confirm with Lu Xiang again.

"did not see it."

After getting Lu Xiang's affirmative reply again, Song Lan realized where the sense of disobedience in his heart came from - the bosozou who fell in the ruins was not looking straight ahead, but looking at the wind chime a few steps away from him.

He completely ignored the giant creature in front of him with a distorted face and his body pressed into the cement floor with his sharp claws.

From its wide open bloody mouth, viscous liquid kept dripping on the top of the bosozoku's head.

But this is probably not the full picture of the monster.

Most of its body was still hidden in the wind chime's saber. It was conservatively estimated that the complete monster would be several times larger than what he saw now.

Just now, Feng Ling did draw his sword.

But instead of completing a beautiful slash, he released a small half of the monster's body.

The monster's attention was not on the Bosozoku at the moment.

From the moment it came out, it turned its face sideways, its eyes locked on the factory building where he and Lu Xiang were hiding.

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