Enforcer's Handbook

Song Lan has always felt that Lu Xiang is a complete womanizer at work...a hero among women.

After getting along for a long time, a subtle telepathy has developed between them.

Whenever Song Lan came up with some inappropriate metaphors in his mind, Lu Xiang would always give him a dangerous look at the first moment. Just like now, the scalpel in Lu Xiang's hand paused and glanced at him lightly. One glance, and then it landed accurately on the chest of the ranger's corpse.

Song Lan only felt a chill in her heart, and she always had the illusion that a knife had scratched her skin.

Lu Xiang took over the body of the ranger without changing his expression, borrowed an unoccupied house from the residents of the town, and began the dissection work.

She never seemed to know what a psychological shadow was, and behind her, Song Lan couldn't help but take a closer look at the internal structure of the ranger's body. Even hearing the sound of a scalpel slicing across the skin made his scalp tingle.

Broken corpses and dissected internal organs are not things that an ordinary citizen should see.

But Lu Xiang believes that this is an important way for them to understand the Barossa Group, because in addition to the unique exoskeleton armor, the physiques of these rangers are also different from ordinary people to a degree visible to the naked eye.

Each member of them is over two and a half meters tall, and their arm muscles are as wide as an average person's torso.

"Genetically modified humans."

After completely opening the chest cavity of one of the rangers, Lu Xiang discovered the secret of these rangers. "Their internal organs have been strengthened and modified, and a spare heart was installed in their bodies, which allows them to withstand the pressure of ordinary people." "In addition, their bodies are connected to the exoskeleton armor, and this modification allows them to use the weapons equipped with the exoskeleton armor as if they were manipulating their own bodies."

This is a technology that even the coalition government currently fails to master.

For many years, companies headed by Yungang Biopharmaceuticals and Mansheng Pharmaceuticals have been working hard to create a group of genetically modified warriors that are different from ordinary people, but in the end they only created "guards" who are different only in physical strength. Ordinary people, but failures with almost no ability to think independently.

Such an army formed by genetically modified warriors was torn to pieces by night herons before their eyes, just like chopping up melons and vegetables.

Until now, Lu Xiang has not been able to determine what kind of creature Night Heron is, and according to Father Bruno, the Lunar Eclipse Sect has several "death angels" like her.

This war gave her a strong sense of crisis.

The intelligence capabilities of the coalition government are no longer as invincible as before, and unknown to them, forces such as the Eclipse Cult and the Barossa Group have mastered technology that they do not possess.

Lu Xiang had to re-examine this festival.

If biological weapons like Night Heron could only serve as messengers in the festival, it would be hard for her to imagine how terrifying the final winner of the festival would be.

Not long after, Ye Lu, who had washed the blood off her body, wore the towel given to her by the residents of the town, and knocked on the door with her bare feet, exuding heat.

The clothes she bought in the 17th arrondissement were definitely unwearable, so she changed back to rustic common clothes.

Lu Xiang still wanted to continue the anatomy work. Song Lan said hello to her and was called out by Ye Lu.

It's far from time to relax, Kanzariel is in real trouble, and hiding the ranger's body in a storage room was just Night Heron's naive idea.

In fact, it won't be long before the headquarters of the Barossa Group discovers that a ranger team of more than 20 people has lost contact in the town.

Once they find out what's going on here, the whole town will be devastated.

With the armaments controlled by the Barossa Group, it only takes one order to completely wipe Kanzharel off the map. What's worse is that the residents of the town are unable to ask for help from the Eclipse Cult.

The road leading to the territory of the Third Neutral Country is full of threats from mutant creatures. The followers of the Lunar Eclipse Cult are too busy to take care of themselves that they have no time to care about the life and death of the residents of the town.

Even if they escape to other towns, they will end up in a trap controlled by the Barossa Group.

The town was lifeless.

No one cheered because of the destruction of the Rangers. The residents were like zombies waiting for the wrath of the Barossa Group to come. They could have a premonition of what would happen here.

This is why Song Lan hates war.

No matter what the outcome of the war, the most devastated will always be these ordinary people who have no ability to protect themselves.

The Ragus Foundation's "Eye of the Federation" evacuated to a safe area after completing the airdrop mission, not to mention that even if they stayed, it would be absolutely impossible to help the residents of Kanzariel.

Night Heron seems to be the only one who doesn't know what kind of trouble her actions will cause for the town.

The sky was getting dark, and the roar of airdrop pods and artillery fire could be heard faintly in the distance.

This mighty Great Expedition seems to have officially begun.

"You'd better leave as soon as possible before the regular troops of the Barossa Group arrive."

The couple found all the valuable items they could find, packed them into boxes, and gave them to Night Heron as if they were entrusted with relics, including the dry food they made by themselves.

Although the residents of the town look no different from zombies on the outside, they are simple, enthusiastic and sincere in nature.

Night Heron was right about their description.

Even though the town was about to be destroyed by the Barossa Group's war machine, despair did not overwhelm them.

In another long silence, it seemed that the roar from far to near was approaching them. Song Lan followed the sound and saw a cluster of airships looming on the other side of the clouds.

The surviving believers seemed to have seen the signs of doomsday. Instead of fleeing, they sat around the center of the town and prayed devoutly - this was originally the place where the Rangers executed the Lunar Eclipse Cult believers.

They kept whispering.

Death is not the end. In the end, everyone will return to the embrace of God the Father.

Song Lan couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

At this moment, as an ordinary citizen, what else can he do?

After a moment, an answer emerged in his mind.

On the other side of the clouds, black thunder tore through the sky, and the sudden dark clouds blocked the space between the Barossa Group's airship cluster and the town. It also heralded that an unprecedented storm was coming.

This storm did not bring any rain, but instead brought strange weather that cannot be described by common sense.

The twisted space seems to have become a natural barrier blocking every path leading to Canzarel. Any object approaching the vortex will be swallowed up in an instant and thrown into the unknown space.

The believers of the Lunar Eclipse Sect stopped praying. They stared with wide eyes and stared at this sudden vision of heaven and earth in disbelief. This indescribable void storm seemed to invisibly confirm one thing - they were pious. His prayers were answered for the first time by God the Father.

God the Father blocked the pace of paganism with a storm from the unknown world, blocking them and their war machines on the other side of the storm.

Even Ye Heron's face showed strange emotions.

In the teachings of the Lunar Eclipse Sect, the "Angels of Death" are called the messengers of the Moon God in the lower world, but they have never made contact with God the Father in a true sense.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the sudden storm, so no one in the crowd noticed that Song Lan nervously put his hands into his pants pockets and exclaimed in a covert manner.

--"What happened?"

Small Theater Seventy-Four:

It was early morning on Wednesday, a certain day of a certain month of a certain year.

Recently, coalition government intelligence personnel discovered strange phenomena.

Minister Lu Xiang, who has always been a role model, was absent from work for several days. The department's work was piled up, but the minister was missing. The reason for taking leave was even more confusing to them.

Spring Festival holiday.

When did the coalition government create such a holiday?

The intelligence agency mobilized forces and found records of this festival dating back to before the Third War.

Immediately afterwards, intelligence personnel discovered another even more shocking fact.

The Spring Festival holiday was not originally proposed by Minister Lu. She only responded to Minister Song's call. The entire department where Song Lan worked took a three-day holiday without anyone noticing. However, because Song Lan's request for leave was Normal, and their department is not as important as the counter-intelligence department where Lu Xiang works, so no one even noticed that a group of colleagues disappeared while they were working hard!

"It must be reported to the council!"

The intelligence officer investigating the matter was outraged, but several other agents stopped him.

"Don't you think this holiday is very memorable?"

“The arrival of a new year is also worth celebrating.”

"If you think about it again, how long has it been since we took a vacation?"

Therefore, the Council received a report from the intelligence department the next day, which contained only four inexplicable words:

Spring Festival vacation.

When they wanted to know the meaning of these four, the intelligence officer who submitted the work report had lost contact.