Enforcer's Handbook

Melissa finally understood the dangerous topics her colleagues were talking about.

"You went to investigate the identities of those thugs?"

For the violent terrorist mobile team, this is an unbelievable behavior. Although they are both under the law enforcement system, solving crimes and investigating have never been within their scope of work. Their work is simple and clear. Whoever the superiors ask them to deal with, they Just go get things done.

As for the reasons, or why those people went crazy, it is not something they need to consider.

The responsibilities of the Terrorist Mobile Team are very clear. They are weapons of the coalition government, and weapons never need to have personal thoughts and emotions. They can spend their free time studying human anatomy.

But now, Ulan has violated this rule.

"There is no need to investigate carefully, just a casual investigation and you will know."

Ulan smiled mockingly, "The man who was shot yesterday was called Orman. He had just paid off the huge debt for prosthetic implants, and was kicked out of the company. At least the prosthetic implants were free before we went to the battlefield. Otherwise, we will definitely not be able to repay the debt at the price of military-grade prosthetics.”

Melissa fell silent, because these were not topics that Ulan would usually bring up.

After a long time, she asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I appealed to them to understand reality and at least understand what the job is really about, but they advised me to come back and get some sleep."

His colleagues had a good relationship with him, so they did not escalate these dangerous topics to higher-level departments, but instead advised him to take a good rest.

Ulan knew very well that if these remarks were known to people from the counterintelligence department, they would inevitably conduct endless psychological evaluations on him again.

There will only be two outcomes in this matter.

Give up thinking and continue to be a carefree and happy executioner, or you will be deemed to have relapsed into cyberpsychosis and be sent back to a mental hospital, prison, or be silenced forever.

Anyway, in the past, many people were silenced, including him.

"You really deserve a good night's sleep."

Melissa's expression changed and she tried to persuade her.

The main reason why the High Council skipped the law enforcement department and directly handed over these cases to the Terrorist Mobile Team was that they did not want people to investigate the inside story of the recent attacks, and at the same time, it could satisfy the hidden deep in their hearts. The desire to kill was originally an exchange that had the best of both worlds, but Ulan's behavior made things complicated.

"I remember that you had accumulated a week's leave before, just in time to take a break and change your mood."

She exercised her power as the detachment leader and decided to take leave for Ulan on his behalf.

"Melissa, you are a good girl." Ulan said, "But they chose you to be the captain of the second team because they think you are easy to control. You have to learn to protect yourself. Without weapons of independent thought, they often end up Neither is very good.”

"I can protect myself."

"I can rest assured that."

Ulan forced a smile, raised the bottle of wine and clinked it to Melissa, saying, "Then I can enjoy the holiday with peace of mind."

"I can introduce you to a good psychiatrist if you need one."

"Maybe later."

No matter what, Melissa felt a little relieved.

At least Ulan is still in the complaining stage. Although he doesn't know what stimulation he has received recently, he has not yet turned these complaints into actual actions.

Melissa never wanted to confront Ulan. She could only hope that he could adjust his mentality during this week's holiday and forget all about these unnecessary thoughts.

"Didn't you say you wanted to travel to District 17 before? I can sponsor you a plane ticket."

It might be a good idea to send Ulan away. As long as he leaves District 1, he won't be able to continue pursuing these recent troublesome cases.

"Melissa, I'm not so poor that I need someone else to help pay for my air ticket."

Wulan laughed, and his tone returned to his usual pace.

Melissa tried hard to recall the scene when she was talking to Dr. Lucy, hoping that she could temporarily play the role of a psychiatrist, but her idea soon came to nothing. The sound of a broken door interrupted the scene that was gradually becoming stable. During the conversation, when the tear gas bombs rolled into the house, she instinctively switched to the thermal cutting blade, and her prosthetic eyes scanned all the places in the house that could be used as shelters.

Tear gas is ineffective against them.

Saiban 2.0 military-grade prosthetic eye is a prosthetic eye specially customized to assist their actions in the "outside world".

"Don't move, we are counterintelligence."

Feeling the hot temperature of the thermal cutting blade, the intelligence officers at the door also felt great pressure. They did not expect that Melissa would appear in the target's home at this moment.

The degree of prosthetic transformation is as high as 79%. The first batch of soldiers to fully receive prosthetic implants almost turned themselves into cyborgs.

Data shows that Melissa is still specialized in close combat in narrow areas. Except that the overload system has not yet been developed at the time, she has been modified with almost all the weapons that can be used in close combat.

At this distance, it might take less than a second for her to cut the target into thin pieces.

"Counterintelligence? What are you doing here?"

The name of this department made Melissa pause, but for the sake of safety, she still hid half of her body behind the bunker, and the alertness in her eyes never disappeared.

The way the other party came to the door didn't look like they were rushing to negotiate for peace. She noticed that the people who came had guns in their hands, and they all had at least three military-grade prosthetics transplanted into them. Once a war started, no matter whether they won or lost, things would definitely go wrong here. A brutal fight.

"Captain Melissa, this matter has nothing to do with you. We received a report that your team member Ulan may have relapsed into cyberpsychosis. We need to conduct a psychological evaluation on him. This is a reasonable and compliant process."

This reason made Melissa unable to refute it for a while.

Even as the captain of the violent terrorist mobile team, she has no position to prevent her team members who are suspected of relapsing from old illnesses from being interrogated. If she rashly starts a war with the opponent here, even if she finally kills the counter-intelligence agents, her behavior will be tantamount to blatant Go to war with the coalition government.

But she didn't understand why the counterintelligence department arrived so quickly.

It only took more than an hour from the time when Wu Lan spread his remarks to when he returned home, and it took another hour to prepare for the arrest procedures.

Unless someone changed hands and reported the matter to their superiors at that time.

Melissa felt like she was going to be furious. She never expected that someone would report Wu Lan privately. At the same time, an indescribable feeling of restlessness surged into her heart.

Reason told her that going against the counter-intelligence department was definitely a wrong decision, especially during this sensitive period and when she was facing a sensitive incident. But when her peripheral vision flashed across the tear gas canisters rolling into the room, her heart felt... The restlessness seemed to be urging her to take action.

In a close battle, the one who strikes first will gain the upper hand.

Although Ulan was very drunk, they might not be able to kill the two counterintelligence agents.

afterwards……

Later, they said that they broke in too quickly, and the other party did not have time to reveal their identity until they were cut into pieces.

This seems like a good idea.

Melissa's silence made the two detectives' hearts pick up in their throats. They knew that half of the body hiding behind the wall was a real killing machine, a real cyberpsychopath!

Maybe even Melissa herself couldn't remember how many people she had killed.

"Captain Melissa, it's your choice whether you want to be a cybermaniac or a normal person."

The agent shouted into the house, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly as he aimed the projectile forward. However, this warning not only did not make Melissa give in, but instead made her eyes shine with bloodthirsty light.

The temperature in the room was raised several degrees by the thermal cutting blade. The heat mixed with the chemical gas released by the tear gas, making their vision somewhat blurry.

No one knows what will happen next second.

"You shouldn't say that."

Ulan suddenly spoke, and he stood up unsteadily, "You are stimulating her to attack you."

"Ulan, leave the person on the left to me. No, I can handle them all."

"Easy, Melissa."

Just when the two agents almost instinctively wanted to shoot, Ulan suddenly stopped Melissa, "It's just some simple psychological assessment. There is no need to make things get out of hand. What I said is right, right? Counterintelligence agents.”

"If the psychological evaluation shows you are normal, we will release you."

"Did you hear what they said?"

Ulan gave Melissa a reassuring look, "I've done countless psychological evaluations and I'll be able to get it done soon."

…

Ulan was eventually taken away by agents from the counter-intelligence department, leaving Melissa alone in the messy room. She finally put away the thermal cutting blade - she had just made up her mind that as long as Ulan Give her a look and she will cooperate with the other party to kill the two agents.

There was a bad breath in her heart that she couldn't swallow.

It's the backstabbers who are more annoying than the counterintelligence agents.

She rushed back to the department immediately and called everyone together for a short meeting. She had to find out the mole to relieve her anger.

The team members understood Melissa's anger. In fact, they shared the same hatred, and some were even more active than her. This sight made Melissa murmur in her heart.

She couldn't tell from the surface that anyone felt guilty, and no one showed the fear of being exposed. They all launched an investigation with righteous indignation.

It is not difficult for them to find the mole.

They only need to ask their network supervisor colleagues to retrieve all the call and letter records during that period to know who had the problem. In order to avoid omissions, they also expanded the number of people screened to other detachments.

The entire investigation process lasted half an hour.

In the end, the result that shocked everyone was handed over to Melissa.

No one betrayed Ulan, and even those in other detachments who might have heard the news remained silent about it. During that period, only one person in the violent terrorist mobile team reported the matter to his superiors.

That's Ulan himself.

When he returned to his apartment and got himself drunk, the first thing he did was to report the matter to his superiors through an internal line.

He must know the consequences of doing so.

In other words, he was taken away voluntarily by counterintelligence agents.

Small Theater One Hundred and Thirty-Four:

Thursday, a certain day of a certain year, a certain day, in the morning.

Playing games makes mistakes.

A week later, when Lu Xiang faced the mountains of work documents in the office, he suddenly felt the true meaning of this sentence.

At the same time, she once again realized how powerful Song Lan was.

This person takes leave every three days, and will even be praised by the committee for being able to come to work for a week in a row.

"How on earth did you do that?"

During the lunch break, Lu Xiang felt a little sad while holding the lunch box Song Lan prepared for her.

Even though Song Lan came, he was never seen working.

"You have to understand that the work is never done. As long as you let them lower their demands on you, you will work easily and happily."

And for a worker like Lu Xiang, who is regarded by everyone as a conscientious and hard-working worker, even if he doesn't work overtime on a regular basis, it will make people feel a bit uncomfortable.

"But, I've heard of another theory."

"What theory?"

"The main reason why work is not done is because someone is slacking off and others have to pick up the slack."

If you think according to this theory, Lu Xiang found that if you add up the workload of her and Song Lan and average it, it is actually only at a very average level.

This is the famous bucket effect.

"I think it's probably because of you that I work so much overtime."

Lu Xiang's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"This, isn't this right? We are not in the same department, and our work content is different."

"Many of your work reports were revised for you after I got home."

Lu Xiang found conclusive evidence, "I think you should compensate me well!"