Enforcer's Handbook

Veronica's words made Valian and Zhuang Chi confused.

A muscular man guiding Roger to practice in his sleep?

The two rubbed their eyes, but saw nothing. Roger's window was empty, and the drawn curtains blocked the sunlight outside.

From what they know about Veronica, she is definitely not a person who likes to joke.

The long-term elite education has had a deep-rooted influence on her character, making her every word and deed perfectly meet the standard of "the good boy next door". When Zhuang Chi carefully observed Veronica's eyes, he was caught The flickering brilliance stopped her, and that brilliance definitely did not come from the prosthetic eye. Through the dark blue pupil, she seemed to glimpse the vast universe.

This made her seem to be in a strange space suddenly.

"That's not natural energy at all!"

After a brief absence, Veronica understood everything.

She witnessed the whole process of the muscular man transitioning from dream to reality. When the figure appeared beside Roger, the latter also opened his eyes.

"He awakened his psionic power and became a stand-in messenger!"

Another term that Zhuang Chi and Valian had never heard before.

"Stand-in messenger?"

"This is another form of psychic awakening. It is said that it first originated in a place called Egypt in the pre-war world. When some people's spiritual power is strong enough, they will condense into human forms, and even cause damage to the real world. Influence, I didn't expect Roger to be one of them, it's so rare!"

"Roger... is he descended from the Egyptians?"

Valian was thoughtful, and she thought about it, this is really possible.

The third war changed the pattern of the entire world, and it has been nearly a century now, especially in the border cities like the 17th district that have experienced the gold rush, I am afraid that most people in the 17th district do not Know what kind of blood he has.

Just like her, some people in the pre-war world also called them the fighting nation.

"No, it doesn't matter whether Roger is an Egyptian or not, what matters is where you heard the substitute messenger from?"

"Hogg-Foster's newly established foundation, after the turmoil in the first district ended, the Foster family paid a large sum of money to find the whereabouts of the stand-in messengers around the world... It's normal for you not to know."

The council blocked almost all news related to the high-level council, intending to cover up the turmoil that almost destroyed the entire first district.

She also learned the news from her parents. After all, the counterintelligence department survived the catastrophe completely.

But more importantly, Veronica found that something had changed in herself.

For some reason, her eyes were able to capture the existence of spiritual power. She saw Roger's dream and the human form condensed by his spiritual power.

Does this also mean...

She also became a psychic?

It is preliminarily judged to be an interference-type psionic ability, and the ability is related to dreams.

However, this was so unbelievable that Veronica couldn't believe it for a while.

When she was a child, her parents sent her to a spiritual ability research institution several times, and allowed the institution to conduct some mild stimulation experiments on her, but all ended in failure without exception.

Now the most authoritative research institution of psychic abilities in the coalition government believes that she does not have the talent to become a psychic, and the only path ahead of her is prostheticization. Veronica herself has long given up hope, she never imagined I used to awaken psionic energy in this strange city in this almost casual way.

Along with joy, doubts also filled her heart.

As the child of an executive in the counterintelligence department, she has long been used to looking at the world with a logical eye. Any cause and effect has its potential logical connection. Her parents always told her that as long as she can understand the rationale behind it, You can hold the key to victory forever in your hand.

But psionic power...it doesn't seem to have any logic at all.

Roger's meditation, and everything she saw in this room, was more like an adventure, something that only happens to characters in film and television dramas.

"like this."

After finishing the meditation, Roger clenched his fists with both hands and put on a standard boxing defensive posture. As his movements changed, the figure beside him also maintained the same movements as him. "I always feel that today's meditation is very smooth, and the natural energy is greatly Enhanced, why is that?"

After muttering something, a confident smile appeared on his face, "I am in excellent form today, and I always feel that even if Vadim comes, he will not be my opponent."

"Blow you!"

Valian returned to the previous state of getting along, she walked forward carelessly, and patted Roger on the shoulder, "Don't forget that your current record as a boxer is still 0 wins and 2 losses, so far a win is hard to come by." .”

"It's different."

"What's the difference?"

"Before it was a competition, friendship first and competition second, it was enough to go on stage and experience the lively atmosphere, but now, it is the responsibility of being a partner."

With a firm gaze, Roger raised his right fist, feeling the natural energy surging through his body, "I must not fall until I defeat Vadim!"

"Okay, okay, if you go on, you will become the protagonist in the movie."

...

At the same time, Lu Xiang's research also got results.

They hadn't left the ruins where the statues stood, and staying here made her feel closer to the psychics.

Every Coalition child has dreamed of becoming a psychic, and she was no exception.

But now, she finally understood the reason why her psychic energy was depleting day by day.

The god of psionic energy has long since disappeared. Since the Dark Ages, the passage to the upper world has been blocked, so that psionic ability research institutions can only squeeze people's last potential through stimulating experiments, a high-risk method. Even so, the number of psychics is still declining year by year.

According to the current momentum, maybe in another dozen years, new psychics will no longer exist.

"The key is the absence of faith."

The phone memo was filled with dense texts, and Lu Xiang suddenly felt as if he had returned to Venus, but the teacher of the psychic ability course changed from Professor Miles to Song Lan, and what he just said was probably true. The true appearance of spiritual energy.

At least in the era that he can still vaguely remember, spiritual energy is far from being able to distinguish clearly from the current destruction, interference, and support. Every believer will choose the path of their faith on the first day they join the church. At that time, people from The whispers of the upper world will give them guidance, leading them to recognize and master their own spiritual power.

Different paths of belief will give birth to ever-changing abilities.

What they can see now is just the tip of the iceberg of psionic civilization.

And the culprit of all this is now standing in front of her like a normal person.

The dull bird ran out to buy two bags of snacks while she was recording.

"No wonder the shadows hate you so much."

Lu Xiang thought of the "dominant" he encountered in the first district before. They would rather abandon their beliefs and take refuge in the gene master to take revenge on Song Lan.

It was Dumbo who ruined this home.

It cut off the connection between the upper world and human beings, and also made the source of the spiritual path disappear forever in the long river of history.

"That's not a good thing. In a sense, it's the same as installing a prosthetic body of unknown origin into your body."

Too much implantation of prosthetics can turn a person into a cyber maniac.

And those fanatical believers of the church will become "reasonable" cyber lunatics, and a small voice from the upper world is enough to make them abandon their lives.

Lu Xiang clicked Save and exited the memo, "It's like a cricket fight? The next contestants are not crickets."

"Yeah, at first it was just a product of interest, and then it was given other meanings."

"Um?"

"In order to maintain a good and harmonious relationship, private fighting is prohibited in the upper world."

For this regulation, Song Lan originally supported it with both hands. No matter where he was, he believed that everyone should uphold the principle that peace is the most important thing.

However, anyone who gets along for a long time will inevitably have differences. When private fighting is prohibited, they must find new means to solve problems. The way the opinion divides, its format has changed accordingly."

From the initial simple atmosphere for people to enjoy the joy of the ceremony, it gradually became heavy and full of gunpowder.

Inevitably there were divisions within the church as well.

Believers of different paths were divided into different camps. This event, which was originally established with joy and celebration as the starting point, eventually became a battle royale game in which different camps competed for the right to speak.

"The process and result of the game is the fate of those people."

Some people died and lost everything in the cricket fight, while others took power in their hands.

And it is difficult for him to feel the fun of fighting side by side with his partners in the Fighting Cricket Competition.

Lu Xiang stopped talking and listened quietly.

She knew that Song Lan had always disliked these heavy topics. He even hid from the law enforcement department's regular crime discussion meeting. The statues on display here reminded him of something.

Through a game to decide the fate of a person, or even a group of people.

Even if she has never experienced the scenery of the upper world, she can imagine the heaviness brought about by this cricket fight.

"So I said, that's not a good thing."

Song Lan made a summary again.

"Domination" is the epitome of those fanatical believers. Even though he has tried his best to persuade them, he still cannot change the influence on them.

"correct."

Lu Xiang took a deep breath. She decided to change this heavy topic and talk about something lighter, "What was the world like before? For example... the fourth district when psionic energy and the church still existed."

"You should see you soon."

…………………………………

The fourth district, the black market.

Vadim walked alone on this familiar street, not far ahead was his residence.

After coming to the fourth district, he spent countless efforts to build a fortress of his own.

Mansions, beauties, and a life of spending money like water, this is what he dreams of.

With the help of the company, his unfulfilled ambitions in the seventeenth district became real in the fourth district, and he also had a group of loyal followers.

But just now, he heard the ending of his followers.

In Area B of the Bureau of Investigation, they were treated as human bombs, and the entire Block B was razed to the ground that night. So far, inspectors of the Bureau of Investigation are still trying to confirm their identities through the traces left by the dead, but military technology They were not given a chance.

When the company transplanted the prosthetic body, it was fully prepared.

Vadim felt that he was no exception.

Maybe they will do the same with their followers when military technology deems it necessary.

His physique is special, able to bear the load brought by "Overload Type IV", but it is also special and limited enough not to change his status as a guinea pig.

Vadim had a hunch that this might be the last time he returned to his mansion. He stood in front of the isolation zone. The guard booth was empty, bullet casings were everywhere, and traces of fierce battles remained everywhere in the fortress.

And now, he is going to participate in the 37th Cricket Fighting Competition.

He stopped for a moment, and suddenly heard a whisper in his mind, "What's sentimental, you're not a good person."

Vadim was startled, then relieved.

For the villains in District 4, going to perish amidst the betrayal of relatives is the ending that fits the city, but I don't know which lucky one will be allowed by Kolo Films to take this opportunity to become the company's cash cow in the next few years.

He pretended to be relaxed and asked, "How many players are participating in this competition? If there are only your old friends, then don't we guarantee the top two?"

This may be the only good news.

"It is true that there are not many qualified players, but don't get too excited. This competition has never stipulated that a person can only use one cricket to participate in the competition. Your opponent may not only have one."

If I remember correctly, this is a rule established since the 5th Fighting Cricket Competition.

Because the contestant pointed out that one contestant may not be enough to decide such a high-stakes choice.

"Oh? Then have you collected the opponent's information?"

"From now on, everyone you meet is a potential competitor."

While speaking, Vadim heard approaching footsteps.

What happened to the Bureau of Investigation has been spread on the black market for a long time, and everyone knows that he has only one commander left, which naturally includes his former enemy.

The gathered crowd blocked his escape route, with a ferocious smile on his face, from which he recognized several familiar faces.

"How? Have you ever experienced being an enemy of the world before?"

The whisper in his mind continued, and Vadim could imagine that "Nothingness" was looking at him from nowhere as if he was watching a play.

The voice was full of mockery, "Get used to it as soon as possible, this is the only way for every seeded player in the past."

Thanks to Xiaoyuer Lingling for the 192 starting point coins!

Small theater its two hundred and forty:

On a certain day, a certain month, a certain day, Saturday, morning

When it comes to sleeping late, Ye Lu has already excelled, which fully reflects how familiar she is with Song Lan.

"Old Lu, you might as well speak up."

It was a sunny morning, but Song Lan felt a cold wind blowing on his face.

He knew that entanglement on a whim was not Lu Xiang's style. Lu Xiang was an organized person. When she chose to sit here and start the topic at this time, it showed that she was fully prepared.

"Do you want me to remind you?"

Lu Xiang smiled even more, "Why, I usually do too many bad things, so I don't know which one I mentioned?"

"How is this possible, Lao Lu, you know that I have always been frank in front of you."

"Oh, is that so? When I was sorting out the surveillance at home, I found something interesting."

The monitoring was installed when they first moved in, in order to be able to observe the night heron child in real time when the two were on a business trip, so as to prevent her from gnawing on the sofa at home.

With that said, Lu Xiang showed Song Lan's criminal evidence.

Song Lan and Ye Lu in the video can be described as sneaky.

"Go, I'll take you to a good place, don't tell Lao Lu."

Then, Song Lan in the video went out with the elated Yelu. Lu Xiang checked her daily life carefully, and it was when she was on a business trip.

"Tell me, what good place can't you tell me?"

"Well……"

Seeing the conclusive evidence, Song Lan's eyes darkened, "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Sure."

"The newly opened barbecue shop on the commercial street."