Enforcer's Handbook

At the same time, somewhere in the West District of District 17.

Angre Saffron stood by the window of the safe house, watching the mechanized troops pouring into the city, and felt a strong sense of familiarity in his mind.

This scene seems familiar.

It was as if he had witnessed this scene coming at some time and place.

But when he recalled it carefully, he found that it was theoretically impossible for him to have seen this mechanized force.

"I want to film this scene and publish it!"

The female reporter picked up the camera, her tone sounding panicked and excited at the same time - this was definitely unprecedented big news. Without any warning, a military action was taken against District 17. Her intuition told her that what happened next would be... It will truly let people in this world see the darkness of the coalition government.

Even she never thought that the events involved in the creation of the dream would eventually end in such a magnificent way.

She pointed her camera out the window.

Even if she cannot survive this "clearance operation", she will try to keep this precious image and let everyone witness with her what is happening in District 17 at this moment.

However, when she pressed the shooting button with excitement, the picture fed back by the device screen made her freeze in place.

What appeared on the screen was only the blue sky and the city that was no different from usual.

The mechanized troops passing by her eyes left no trace in the equipment.

The female reporter subconsciously thought there was something wrong with the equipment, but no matter how she debugged it, the camera captured the same picture.

"Is this also the latest technology of the coalition government? It can prevent the military from being photographed by filming equipment?"

she blurted out in surprise.

"They don't exist."

After a long time, Angre spoke.

The feeling in the dark guided him, allowing him to understand some information that he could not theoretically know.

This force stems from someone's ability.

Among the many psychics recorded by the coalition government, they have also been listed by researchers as one of the most destructive abilities. An army that does not exist in this world can actually cause a real blow to the real world.

And only the enemies of this force can recognize their existence.

Angre's brain was working rapidly, and a steady stream of information came to him. He quickly realized that the information did not belong to him, but was related to his situation.

Perhaps, there was something attached to him from the moment he escaped from District 7.

"Got you."

The eyeball detection robot suddenly appeared in front of the window and scanned them through the window, making an eerie and harsh mechanical synthesized sound.

In an instant, the mechanized troops patrolling the city found their target and rushed towards the safe house in unison.

The sound of the minigun interrupted the female reporter's thinking. Just as the bullets were tilting down, someone threw her to the other side.

When he came to his senses, bullets from the minigun had shattered the safe house into sieves.

This mechanized force controlled by someone unknown faithfully executes the orders they receive, and they will never stop attacking until the target is confirmed to be dead.

Before she could get up from the ground, the aftermath of the explosion threw her away. Fortunately, the sofa where she landed acted as a buffer, preventing her from fainting from the violent impact.

The wall on the side of the window collapsed, and at this moment she saw the real scene outside.

Swarm robots covered the sky like dark clouds. Mechanized troops only seen on TV or in military catalogs occupied the streets. What blew up the walls were the bombers flying across the sky.

At this moment, they seemed to have become the enemy of the entire world.

Shock and despair intertwined in her heart. This war machine, which was enough to destroy a city, seemed to be here just for the two of them.

A ubiquitous mechanical synthesizer repeats the same message.

"Got you."

They repeated this signal over and over again, and all the war machines were connected together by these four words.

The picture that greeted her eyes made the female reporter realize the insignificance of the individual. She was unable to make any effective resistance. She could only weakly take out the shooting equipment and aim it at the mechanized troops who kept scanning them with the flashing red light scanner. .

But even so, the device failed to capture any useful images.

In the device's lens, there was nothing in front, only broken walls and unextinguished flames.

She felt that her life might be extinguished like the flame in front of her.

"What are you still doing?"

While she was in a daze, someone pulled her up from the floor and escaped from the room before the next round of attack came.

There were sounds of explosions and strafing behind them. They didn't dodge too much, but the bullets and gunfire seemed to actively avoid them.

In the back alley, they found the small broken car that allowed them to escape from the Abnormal Case Investigation Bureau, and the military drones that surrounded the car.

Compared with the ubiquitous war machines outside, this car can only be described as shabby.

This is a second-hand car that she bought at a low price through the introduction of a middleman several years ago. With the meager salary of a newspaper reporter, this is already her limit.

She never thought that this car, which had been used for countless years and had changed owners many times during this period, would become their only hope of escaping from the battlefield.

“If I had known earlier, I would have taken the loan!”

She put aside all her random thoughts, and the fear and despair in her heart seemed to subside. She took the lead and rushed to the driver's seat, shouting in joy.

She looked at Angre Saffron beside her.

Another thing that she never dreamed of was that the person who accompanied her through the last days of her life would actually be the most wanted criminal in the coalition government.

"Annay."

"Um?"

"This is my name, don't forget it."

She stepped on the accelerator and threw all traffic regulations out of her mind.

The engine roared, followed by shaky sounds. These overwhelming sounds seemed to convey the signal that the car might fall apart at any time.

Bullets from military drones rained down on the vehicle.

Naturally, it is impossible for a second-hand car bought at a low price to have a bulletproof coating. Bullets easily left numerous bullet holes in the car door. However, at this moment, Anai felt that they were like the lucky protagonists in the movie. He avoided the strafing fire in an unconventional way, and rushed out of the alley under the baptism of gunfire.

Mechanized troops gave chase.

Smoke and explosions lighted their way.

Thanks for the reward of 100 starting coins for a day without books!