Enforcer's Handbook

When Hogg-Foster said those iconic words, Jock was stunned for a long time. He felt that he was almost mentally exhausted by the recent series of events.

The "expert" they invited was a troublemaker, and it happened to provoke the extremely vindictive Hogg. If the person who died was really a member of the Foster family, this matter would be troublesome. Because when Hogg said, "The Foster family must take revenge," he did not represent himself, but the entire family.

And if he, as the man in power, turns a blind eye to the deaths of family members, the Foster family will try to remove him from power.

"Give me three days and I will give you a satisfactory answer."

Jock said.

"one day."

"Then just one day."

…

After hanging up the phone, Jock leaned back in his chair as if exhausted. He felt as if this matter would never end. Although he calmed Hogg down with a one-day promise, he had no idea how to get along with that person. “Expert” communication.

The other party didn't even take "god" seriously, let alone Hogg.

He could imagine Domination's attitude when it answered the phone. Calling it because of this matter would undoubtedly be humiliating itself.

This is why the coalition government has been committed to putting "collars" on the six-star rescuers. Once the power of an individual becomes too strong to be ignored, they will fall into a state of doing whatever they want. All laws and systems will be broken.

Therefore, the coalition government has customized different types of "collars" for each six-star rescuer based on their different personalities, such as reputation and power, the back-end program of the prosthetic body, and the sense of family or company honor.

It can be "controlled" differently, and no "collar" is suitable for it.

After it came to the first area, it was like a wild horse running wild. Wherever its power went, it would bring death. And after making such a big noise, it showed no signs of restraining.

After thinking about it, it was almost impossible to solve the problem through "dominance", and he obviously couldn't let Hogg just step back and pretend that nothing happened...

For a time, many thoughts flooded into his mind.

This is destined to be a dead end.

But when Jock figured out all this, he suddenly became enlightened.

He thought about Hogg's various behaviors after he came to District 1. He seemed to be completely crazy. Even if they let him join the High Council, with his current mental state, he might be stabbed by them in the near future. If there is a big trouble, it is better to end it through this incident.

It is the Foster family, not Hogg-Foster, that is irreplaceable.

And as far as Jock knows, there are more and more people in the Foster family who are dissatisfied with Hogg recently. There is not enough time in one day for him to convince anyone, but it is enough time to arrange the aftermath of Hogg in case of an accident. —For those who crave power, being a high-ranking member of Parliament is an irresistible temptation.

The coalition government can continue to function without anyone, just like Hogg-Foster who came here after hearing the news of the death of the Secretary-General. If he died, there would be someone to fill the vacancy in the position. And by then, they might be able to better control the Foster family.

Thinking of this, Jock made a phone call.

"Hello? Why is it you again?"

The voice of "Domination" sounded extremely impatient, but in order to give face to Father God, it agreed to help these people solve the problems encountered in the first area.

"Hogg has already started investigating the last case. The director whose head was shot is a member of the Foster family."

"I've heard of him."

The tone of "Domination" changed slightly, "The famous Hogg Foster."

The last time she heard this name, Hogg was still an ambitious politician and one of the people she most wanted to kill. However, those six-star rescuers who were as annoying as flies kept pestering her, so that she eventually died. Unable to reach District 6, I walked into the "Libra" building in person.

It asked teasingly, "How about, you want me to apologize to him in person?"

"If you wish."

"I'd rather rip his head off."

"You can, but he's a vengeful man, so you'd better make sure he dies on the spot."

…

"Domination" fell into a brief silence.

The direction of the phone call was different from what it imagined. It thought that Jock would continue to follow the principle of reducing big things to small ones, hoping that it and Hogg would reach a reconciliation, but it did not expect that his casual words would be supported.

"Isn't he your friend?"

"Yes, but with his current mental state, he is no longer qualified for the work of the High Council."

"Heh, this is how you treat your friends?"

"I only have one request. Don't make too much noise when you kill him. I will find a way to disguise it as a reformist."

"as you wish."

It only took less than a minute for "Domination"'s mood to change from impatient to joyful. It readily accepted Jock's proposal. One of Father God's rules is that it is forbidden to take action against people in the High Council, unless this is An initiative made by the High Council.

This made him immediately lose interest in other things, "I will end the matter at hand immediately."

Hogg's status in its heart immediately surpassed Melissa's.

However, it has always been a person who has a beginning and an end. Even if it is an old toy, it must have a complete ending.

……………………

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

The familiar ringtone of her cell phone interrupted Melissa's thoughts.

She knew the hallucinations were happening again, but that seemed to be the only way to help her escape her current situation.

When she woke up, she found that she was imprisoned in an isolation room, where MI7 guards the most vicious criminals. With all the prosthetics deactivated, she could not escape from here. Get away.

Melissa would rather have the counterintelligence department in charge of her, so that she can kill one or two people when the interrogators are not prepared.

Without the prosthesis, her hands were cuffed, but she still had a mouth and teeth.

She knew exactly how to bite someone to death, even if they had a prosthetic implant.

When the ring rang to the tenth time, Melissa picked up the non-existent cell phone and answered the call.

"I told you, they're going to hurt you."

The person on the other end of the phone said, "You took the wrong first step. You should have asked those people in the black clinic to help you crack the loopholes in the prosthetic body instead of killing them."

"Help me open the handcuffs."

Melissa made a request. She didn't want to waste time on unnecessary wars of words. From the moment she woke up, she made a decision - whether it was the counterintelligence department or MI7 that stood in front of her. , she wanted to follow Ulan's example and take a few away before she died.

After she leaves MI7, she will go straight to the counterintelligence department building.

"Can."

The voice said, "Not only can I help you unlock your handcuffs, but I can also restore your prosthetic body."

"real?"

“You don’t have to wonder, just do what you do best.”

…

The call was hung up.

Melissa was originally doubtful about this, because theoretically, everything she just heard was a hallucination of her own imagination. In fact, the people from MI7 deprived her of it as soon as they turned her over. Of all her communication devices, it was impossible for her to still have a mobile phone with her.

But the handcuffs holding her were actually opened.

She moved her sore wrist in surprise, then tentatively waved her arm, and the familiar thermal cutting blade appeared in her sight.

Was that phone call just now an illusion or reality?

Melissa groped around in the cubicle, but the phone was nowhere to be seen.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp and piercing alarm sounded throughout the facility, as if composing a prelude to this grand closing ceremony.

MI7 agents soon discovered she had escaped the handcuffs and regained access to her prosthetic body.

Then, even the closed door was opened.

What lies before her is a path to freedom and revenge.

Melissa no longer wanted to think about whether all this was fantasy or reality, because she heard the instinctive call, urging her to leave this prison and go to the outside world.

No beast wants to be locked up in a cage.

All of this made her feel like she was back on the battlefield. They had also sneaked into the resistance facility, and with the sharp sound of sirens, they cleared out all the enemies inside.

She shuttled through the maze-like corridor. After an unknown amount of time, she finally heard footsteps approaching from far away.

Although she didn't reveal any footsteps, the other party seemed to have discovered her through some means and walked towards her.

The footsteps were of only one person, alone, without any helpers.

This shows that the newcomer is different from the idlers of the counter-intelligence department, and is very confident in his own skills.

Thinking of this, Melissa did not recklessly engage in a face-to-face contest with the opponent. She ducked and hid behind a bunker, like a patient hunter waiting for her prey to come to her door.

Close.

Closer.

She clearly heard the footsteps passing through the security door of the corridor, followed by the sound of the door closing, which allowed her to immediately determine the location of the other party.

And waiting patiently is for this moment to arrive.

At her current distance, it only takes less than a second to chop off the opponent's head with the thermal cutting blade.

It doesn't matter whether the other party is a psychic, a prosthetic implanter or a body transformer.

Melissa's eyes were full of bloodthirsty light. The moment she moved out of the bunker, she finally saw the identity of the person coming. In the electric light and flint, the two people's eyes collided together.

The thermal cutting blade swung at the opponent's neck failed to come out of its sheath, and the action of slashing at the enemy's head suddenly turned into an elegant dance. Melissa used the inertia to spin a circle in front of the opponent, and finally completed it like a dancer. The final bow.

The arm that was supposed to cut off the opponent's head moved downwards a lot, and turned into a handshake shape.

"Mr. Lu Qi, nice to meet you. My name is Melissa. I am 26 years old."

Thanks to gghhy for the 200 starting coins!