Enforcer's Handbook

the other side.

When Melissa came out of the Black Heart Clinic, the uniform of the Terrorist Mobile Team was stained red with blood. She clenched her fists and for a long time, she took back the scorching blade.

She had long advised Ulan not to deal with people from these black clinics. He agreed on the surface, but secretly commissioned them to modify the prosthetic body.

Terrorist mobile team members have a special status. They usually have a fixed location for maintenance treatment. Legal prosthetic hospitals will not accept them. Only those shady black clinics will accept this kind of surgery - for them, It doesn't matter who the patient is as long as they can afford it.

There was no one left standing in the clinic.

The long-lost pleasure of killing was indescribable, but at the same time, the night made her feel a little confused.

She didn't know what she could change by leading people into these black clinics. Deep down, all of them knew that this was purely a venting act. The person who killed Ulan was from the counter-intelligence department. But those people are protected by the laws of the coalition government.

The superiors are trying their best to explain this as an accident caused by cyberpsychosis, and are putting pressure on the top leaders of both sides, hoping that this matter will be stopped. In this situation, the party that started the war first is undoubtedly the one with the High Council. Even the entire coalition government is against it.

The people in the black clinic have never been protected by the laws of the coalition government, and their superiors seem to have tacitly approved of their venting behavior.

"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling."

An unfamiliar cell phone ringtone rang in her ears. The sound seemed to come from her body, but it was not her cell phone ringtone.

She rummaged through the uniform of the Terrorist Mobile Team for a moment before she found the unfamiliar mobile phone she had put in at some point.

But……

How can this be?

During non-mission periods, the uniforms of the Terrorist Mobile Team are locked in each person's individual wardrobe and need to be scanned with the corresponding prosthetic eye to unlock.

The caller ID is a bunch of garbled characters.

The ringtone that kept ringing made her feel uneasy and restless. For some reason, the system's default ringtone seemed to be trying to arouse the restlessness deep in her heart.

For example, breaking into the counterintelligence building alone.

That's what Ulan did.

He killed several of those so-called elites before being shot dead.

Melissa avoided the other team members, found a secluded corner, and connected the phone.

"Captain Melissa."

What came from the other end of the phone was a muffled voice, as if it had been processed by voice encryption technology.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

"I don't have any purpose, I just want to ask you a question, are you satisfied?"

"What?"

"Is this enough? Vent your anger on a group of people who have nothing to do with the death of your comrades, and then let yourself believe that your revenge has been completed..."

"Who is you?"

"You should know the answer to that question."

The voice paused, "Think carefully about why you are here and who you are talking to. You already know the answer from the beginning."

…

"Finally found you, Captain!"

Suddenly a team member's call came from behind him. He trotted all the way to Melissa and said, "The director wants you to go back to the bureau right now!"

"You didn't see that I was..."

When the words came to her lips, Melissa suddenly froze. She was indeed talking to someone just now, but the cell phone that came from nowhere disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The team members also looked at her with stunned eyes.

"It's okay, let's go back to the station first."

Melissa composed herself.

Receiving non-existent phone calls and hearing voices from unknown sources are not a good sign for a former cyberpsychotic patient. Once a psychiatrist or someone from the counterintelligence department finds out about this, she is afraid that Isolation treatment must be carried out immediately.

Normally, she would have taken it as a long vacation for herself, but now that Wulan had just died and there were still many things to be resolved, she could never go in at this time.

When he saw the director, he already had a sad face.

Melissa had never had a good impression of the director appointed by the superiors. He was a normal person who mingled with a group of cyber lunatics for the purpose of keeping an eye on them.

"Melissa, I know Ulan was your comrade in arms, and his death had a great impact on you."

Seeing that Melissa was covered in blood, the director's expression became even more solemn. All these signs showed that Melissa was mentally unstable.

If it were the law enforcement department next door, he would suggest that the other party take a leave of absence for a few days, but Melissa was different. It was entirely possible for her to break into the building of the counterintelligence department alone during her suspension and leave, and when negotiating with the other party, she would The intelligence community singled out Melissa's name, believing her to be as emotionally unstable as Ulan.

This is evidenced by recordings.

The two detectives almost had a fight with Melissa when they went to summon Ulan. If Ulan hadn't persuaded her to stop, the situation would have been difficult to deal with.

Although he argued that the agents of the counter-intelligence department broke in first and provoked the dispute, the High Council seemed to consider that the counter-intelligence department had suffered more losses this time and therefore agreed to their request.

The premise for this matter to end here is that Melissa is suspended for investigation. He can only get Melissa to have a third party, MI7, investigate the matter to prevent her from being retaliated by the counter-intelligence department.

"Director, if you have anything to say, speak directly."

"After discussing at the meeting just now, we think you should probably take a break. This will be good for you and all of us."

"I have no plans to take a break just yet, at least until the whole thing is clearly explained."

"Sorry, just some precautions..."

The director didn't give her any room for negotiation, but opened the drawer, took out a pistol from it, and aimed it at Melissa's eyebrows.

The moment she saw the barrel of the gun, Melissa reacted reflexively.

The swinging blade cut off the right hand holding the gun, and blood spattered on the white ceiling. She jumped on the table like a dexterous predator, and the blade was already pointed at the director's throat.

There was no hesitation in her movements, and there was even a hint of joy deep in her heart.

She had imagined a similar scene a long time ago.

Whenever the director gave them some not-so-pleasant instructions, these images would appear in her mind involuntarily, and now, she had turned her fantasy into reality.

Just as the blade was about to penetrate the director's throat, an arc of electricity struck her brain.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of system error messages.

Her sight was obscured, and she fell to the ground due to inertia. When her consciousness was about to fall into darkness, she heard the sound of the door being broken in.

Melissa suddenly understood Ulan.

No wonder he would rather take a huge risk to go to the black clinic. If it was just a second or two at night, she would be able to cut off the other person's head.

"I'm fine, that's a prosthetic body."

Seeing the MI7 agents breaking into the door, the director touched his throat with lingering fear with his other hand. Until Melissa twitched and fell into coma, it seemed that his skin could still feel the heat of the thermal cutting blade. a feeling of.

He didn't know what he said that irritated Melissa. He just wanted to take out the documents handed over to MI7 from the drawer, but his arm was cut off by the other party.

All this happened within a second, and before he could react, he saw his arm that picked up the file fly out.

"Her prosthesis has been deactivated, but you'd better keep a close eye on her."

The director gave some more instructions to the agents. He didn't want Melissa to turn around and kill again in MI7 just after offending the counterintelligence department.

He thought of something again and said to the two of them, "Melissa's mental state is usually normal, but she was stimulated today."

"You don't need to worry about the next thing."

The detective pointed to the director's empty arm, "You should go to the prosthetic hospital immediately."

…………………………

Before Melissa was taken away by MI7, she chopped off their director's arm.

A few minutes later, Jock received the news.

Although the process was somewhat tortuous, the war was finally calmed down by them. Now that everyone has been taken away by MI7, the counterintelligence department should have nothing to say.

The whole day, he was dealing with these messy things caused by "Domination".

But they still have nothing to do with this "expert", because once they encounter a really difficult problem, they still need to be dealt with by the other party.

Like, for example, the upcoming six-star reliever conference.

If you want to take them down, you must rely on a force stronger than them.

And he, Jiao Ke, only has one wish, that is, before the six-star rescuers meeting begins, nothing will happen again. He really doesn't want to hear those desperate calls...

"Ding dong, ding dong——"

The mobile phone placed on the table responded to Jock's expectations, which made his face gloomy to the extreme, and he almost wanted to smash the screen of the mobile phone with a slap.

But seeing the caller ID, he answered the call anyway.

That was a call from the head of the Enforcement Division.

The other party also directly stated the reason for the call, "Congressman, I think there is something you should know. Mr. Hogg just gave us an ultimatum, asking us to investigate the recent violent cases at all costs."

"Hogg?"

Jock laughed angrily.

He couldn't understand his old friend at all.

He remembered that he had warned the other party not to interfere with these issues again. The only explanation was that Hogg was indeed crazy, and he was so crazy that even Hogg might not know what he was doing.

"I know, I will let him know."

After hanging up the phone, Jock dialed Hogg's number immediately.

He was now filled with rage and nowhere to vent it.

But after the call was connected, he had to be patient and asked in a gentle tone as much as possible, "The head of the law enforcement department contacted me just now, Hogg, I hope you can give me an explanation. "

"They touched the Foster family."

"Excuse me, which one of them is a member of the Foster family?"

"The director of the department who was killed by that thug named Allman."

Hogg knew Jock would definitely call him, so he had a good reason ready.

What's more coincidental is that he investigated that the director who was shot by Allman had more than once promoted his connection with the Foster family. Although Hogg never knew that such a person existed, he decided to start from now on. , this dead director is a distant relative that he personally certified.

"Jock, you know how we do it."

He said coldly, "The Foster family must avenge itself."

Small theater one hundred and thirty-six:

Wednesday afternoon on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year.

The moment Lu Xiang walked out of the door of the counterintelligence department, it meant that her long vacation had officially begun.

But before going out, she checked Song Lan's attendance out of curiosity.

It turned out that Song Lan was more courageous than she imagined. With only three days of attendance this month, and one of which was marked for leaving early, she resolutely gave herself half a month's leave.

"How do they tolerate your attendance?"

Lu Xiang sat in the back seat of MK-III.

She specifically asked Song Lan to pick her up by bike today to celebrate her rare vacation.

"Because I have always paid great attention to cultivating their ability to work independently." Song Lan said proudly, "They can complete the work of the department even without me, and your subordinates are too dependent on you. All come to follow your approval."

Lu Xiang was stunned.

She never expected that Song Lan could talk about her absence from work in such a fresh and refined manner, "Aren't you afraid that the council will fire you?"

"Don't be afraid, Lao Lu, why do you think people have to work?"

"...To create value?"

"No." Song Lan shook her head, "Of course it is to save enough money for my wife, and I have already saved enough now."

After achieving economic freedom, he spoke so toughly. If the council really fired him, he would just go home and lie down.

"Wait a minute, what book did you just say?"

Lu Xiang, who was in the back seat, narrowed his eyes and could barely hide his smile.

"Wife Ben."

"say it again."

"Wife..."

"Why."