Enforcer's Handbook

Lu Xiang found that he would make new discoveries every time he observed Song Lan, and he also had a deeper understanding of this silly bird's personality and dealing style.

Although he was close at hand, he seemed to have been living in another world, as if the coalition government, neutral countries and the resistance had nothing to do with him. This was the source of his good attitude.

However, for a person who can destroy a city at any time or assassinate any important person in the world if he wants to, the struggle between "ordinary people" will naturally hardly affect his heart anymore. Out of interest and career Getting used to it, Lu Xiang decided to continue his observation work.

Maybe one day in the future, she will write a complete "Slowbird Observation Notes".

Judging from her long-term observation experience, Song Lan probably just wants to lie down now.

They stayed in the bar all night yesterday, and went to the bureau in the morning to stay all afternoon. He should be so sleepy that he can hardly keep his eyes open.

Lu Xiang bent down and took off his shoes, then lay down next to Song Lan.

She gently touched the other person's eyes with her hand and whispered, "Go to sleep."

…

Except for Song Lan, no one could sleep well these days.

When Hogg-Foster received the party notice from Jock, he already had extremely obvious dark circles under his eyes, and he was still groggy even after taking a lot of anti-fatigue drugs.

Work is not busy these days. On the contrary, he has a lot of free time, but every time he falls asleep, he is immediately awakened by nightmares.

The nightmare was a bizarre place that seemed to be completely dominated by plants. He was walking alone through the forest, but for some reason, those ferocious carnivorous plants did not attack him, and even took the initiative to get out of the way for him. A path leads to the ancient tree.

He had no idea why he appeared in the same nightmare, but he knew very well that he was going to the ancient tree, which was the center of the world.

But every time he tried to do this, the hateful "enthusiastic citizen" would appear in his dream and execute him in various cruel ways - without the support of bodyguards and servants, he was just a superior. For an elderly man, the prosthetic body transplanted is also used to prolong life and maintain the activity of organs. It is impossible for him to fight a vicious terrorist alone.

Once he dies in the nightmare, the world will collapse, and he will wake up from the bed covered in sweat, with the strange ways of his death still remaining in his mind.

This hateful "enthusiastic citizen" actually didn't let him have an easy time even in his dream!

It seemed that after this incident was over, he had to have a good relationship with the man named Rob Lucci and join forces with him to make the villain who disturbed Qingming pay the price.

Before going out, Hogg took three more anti-fatigue pills. He tidied up his appearance and walked out of his temporary residence in District 1. The car sent by Jock had already arrived at the door.

He got in the car, opened the positioning tool of the built-in prosthetic body, and sent it to his new ally.

I don't know if it was due to long-term fatigue, but the quiet atmosphere in the carriage made Hogg a little uneasy. He thought that the driver would search him before setting off, but the driver did nothing. The atmosphere of confidentiality displayed by them was greater than he imagined. Much lower, but Hogg has heard more than once that the Fishing Boat Club may be the most mysterious organization in the coalition government, and even the counterintelligence department and MI7 cannot penetrate it.

Now that we have reached this point, there is no turning back.

When he flew overnight to reach the first district, he was destined to fall into the center of the struggle.

Hogg has no regrets, because for a politician, power is life. Even if he stays in District 6, he will soon be ignored by his family. By then, what awaits him will be darkness and depression. A miserable retirement life.

The car drove away from the bustling urban area, went up the winding mountain road, and finally stopped in front of a palace-like building on the top of the mountain.

That's it?

Looking at the luxury cars outside the building and the familiar faces, Hogg couldn't help but think of these two words in his mind.

He originally thought that Jock's bodyguard would drive the car into a secret passage and travel through the maze of underground tunnels for several hours until he, the passenger, was completely stunned and couldn't remember where he came from. In a place not marked on the coalition government map, each member must put on a face-covering black robe to conceal his true identity.

However, the emblem of the Iris Consortium can still be clearly seen on this building. It was funded and built by Richard Gilvis. In the past few years, almost half of the large-scale events in District 1 have been held here.

In such a conspicuous place, such an obvious gathering, how on earth did the people from the counterintelligence department and the spies from MI7 do things?

When Hogg got out of the car, the on-site staff were taking the bodyguards around the congressmen to their temporary rest area.

The bodyguards were already used to this. Most of them were familiar with each other and followed the staff chatting and laughing.

He stood outside the door for a short while, and Jock's voice came from behind, "Hogg, my friend!"

Jock looked full of energy. Seeing him turn around, he opened his arms and wanted to give him a warm hug as before, as if he had completely forgotten what happened in the office a few days ago.

Hogg stepped forward with a false smile on his face.

Then he followed Jock's lead a few days ago and changed the hug to a polite handshake.

Jock didn't care about this. He enthusiastically introduced the precautions for the party to Hogg, "This is your first time to attend the party. There are some things you need to pay attention to. For the sake of confidentiality and the experience of other members, the party Filming and recording are prohibited...Does your prosthetic eye happen to have these functions?"

"Saiban 6.0."

Hogg felt that Jock's questions were all nonsense. He didn't even bother to answer and directly reported the model number of his prosthetic eyes.

With the speed at which prosthetics are updated, you may have to go to the antique market to find prosthetic eyes without shooting and recording functions. "Want me to dig out the prosthetic eyes and give them to you?"

"Hey, Hogg, did you take some medicine today?"

Jock laughed and said, "I'm just kidding you. We are all decent people. When the party starts later, you just need to make sure these functions are turned off... After all, there were some spies at the party before. There has been some unpleasantness here, I hope you understand."

On the way here, Jock had anticipated Hogg's attitude.

Among the people he knew, Hogg was undoubtedly the smallest person, and this way of getting along with him made him temporarily relieved. Apart from looking a little tired, Hogg was still the same Hogg as before. After all this, I still haven't gotten over the unpleasantness of that night for several days.

If the other party showed a submissive and forced smile after meeting him, then he would have to doubt the other party's motives for becoming a member.

After entering the door, the two of them walked in the spacious corridor one behind the other. Jock wanted to walk side by side with Hogg, but found that the latter deliberately distanced himself from him as if they were having an awkward moment.

He didn't speak a word or give him a good look along the way.

Jock took the initiative to bring up a new topic, "Why are you suddenly willing to be a member of the club again? I remember you had a big fight with me because of this before."

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"...That's what I asked."

"The Foster family also has its own intelligence network, not to mention what you did is too obvious."

"I don't understand you."

Jock was stunned, not knowing for a moment whether Hogg was referring to the High Council or whether they had planned the assassination of the Senate President.

"All high-ranking council members are members of the club."

The Fishing Boat Club itself is no secret among the upper class, but except for the members, no one knows what these high-level people from all walks of life do together in private.

"The prerequisite for fighting the enemy is to first hold power in your own hands."

"I'm glad you changed your mind."

During the conversation, the two came to the end of the corridor.

What appeared in front of Hogg was not a luxurious banquet hall or large conference room, but a dimly lit storage room filled with sundries and filled with a strange smell.

The moment Jock opened the door, Hogg even had the idea that he was exposed and the other party wanted to silence him here.

"Don't be nervous, every new member comes here like this, just get used to it."

Jock entered the storage room first. He stepped over the debris and stood in front of the old wardrobe door at the innermost side of the compartment.

The wardrobe is filled with old clothes that have fallen out of fashion more than ten years ago. In addition, there are some ironed work uniforms.

He pulled Hogg's clothes to one side with a smile on his face. The creature behind the clothes immediately brought back Hogg's bad memories - dark green plants that were squirming like tentacles, which he had seen in nightmares. They passed them, and now, this unknown plant was adsorbed on the inner wall of the closet, clawing at the two of them.

The weird smell in the room comes from the plants.

"See you on the other side."

Jock motioned for Hogg to come in.

"You think you're funny?"

Hogg stood motionless, staring at the other party.

They brought him all the way to this narrow and simple storage room, and even let him throw himself into the mouth of a human-eating plant. After he was digested by the plant, not even his body could be found.

He Hogg-Foster is not that stupid.

Hogg was prepared. He thought he must have been exposed. If Jock made any rash move, he would terminate the infiltration plan and call Rob Lucci to save him.

"Don't worry, it is very smart and can recognize the scent of the invited people. When you pass through it, you will reach the real banquet hall, which is a wonderful place."

Seeing that Hogg was silent, Jock walked into the closet as a demonstration and calmly faced the dark green plant waving its "tentacles" at him.

In an instant, the tentacles engulfed him.

It was as if he had been swallowed into the belly of a man-eating plant, and his voice could no longer reach this side.

Calm returned to the storage room. Hogg stopped and hesitated for a few minutes. During this period, he planned to turn around and leave several times, but another voice in his heart urged him, telling him that this was just a long time. A rather strange door.

If he leaves now, he will never be able to turn around in the future.

After a strong psychological struggle, Hogg finally gritted his teeth, followed Jock's example and climbed onto the closet, approaching the dark green plant step by step.