Enforcer's Handbook

"Strange, monster!"

"Run!"

"Don't come here!"

After a burst of strange screams, the menacing people who had been fully armed before scattered and fled in all directions.

Vadim glanced at the scars left by the bullet casings and blasts, and the entrance to the fort was also destroyed in the battle just now.

Although as long as he wants to, he can kill the opponent in an instant by activating the "Overload" system, but he still tries to prolong the battle for a period of time, just as "Void" said, from now on, all he wants Everything he has experienced is a trial leading to the final of the Fighting Cricket Contest. Before he meets a really difficult opponent, he must master the power of psychic energy as soon as possible.

"I kind of understand what you mean. It turns out that there are no useless abilities in this world."

Vadim's soliloquy made several people lying on the ground widen their eyes in horror.

Just now, they witnessed an incredible scene.

The like-minded companions around him suddenly went crazy, and turned their guns to point at them. The crazy people seemed to be still conscious, and they pressed the trigger while shouting "Get out of the way".

After all, the speed of a person is not as fast as a bullet. Those unlucky ghosts were pierced by bullets before they could react, and fell into a pool of blood.

All the signs made them have a terrible conjecture.

Interfering Psionics.

However, there was no mention in the information that Vadim had awakened psychic power!

and!

Moreover, the conditions for the interference-type psionic abilities they know are extremely harsh, especially the ability to directly control their actions against their will!

By the way, the psychic ability research institute also mentioned that the compatibility between prosthetic body and psychic energy is extremely poor, and the probability of psychic ability transplantation suffering from cyber psychosis is several times that of ordinary people.

Even in the face of the facts before them, they were still unwilling to believe that Vadim had completed another transformation.

Another shot rang out.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, the people on the ground took advantage of the control failure to make a final counterattack, but what caught their eyes was a more desperate scene-the bullets that should have shot through Vadim's body were shot by unknown forces. Under the influence of him, he stopped in mid-air, as if everything around him had fallen into a state of stillness.

"Psychic power itself is powerful enough, and being obsessed with abilities is putting the cart before the horse."

The pouring bullets turned around.

After a while, the yelling, cursing and crying all disappeared, and everything returned to silence.

"Very good. Although your ability is very weak and you have almost no foundation at all, your comprehension seems to be passable."

"Nothingness" commented on this one-sided battle.

However, he remembered that his old friend once mentioned a point of view. The latter is an optimist who believes that fate will always leave a window when it closes the door for you. There is no such thing as head-to-toe in this world. 360 Waste wood with no dead ends.

Therefore, the opponent's choice of "crickets" is always very random.

But "Nothingness" thinks he is following a different style. Before that, he had high requirements for the quality of "crickets". Every time the contestants are carefully selected by him from among his followers Yes, this approach is the mainstream among them. After all, the later Cricket Fighting Competition is not just for winning the game.

This mystery has been haunting the heart of "Nothingness", until the end of the last cricket fight, the answer was not found.

He really couldn't understand why that old friend could beat the pack every time he used an "R" card, making them lose their temper.

Does he really have a pair of discerning eyes, able to see the true potential of every individual cricket?

"In the upper world you mentioned, there are many existences like you?"

Vadim was getting more and more curious.

Everything he saw proved that he was not experiencing a deception at the moment. There seemed to be many existences in this world like "nothingness". They looked down on human beings. A trivial thought was enough to change many people. The fate of a person's life.

If a rookie like him can reach this level, it is difficult for Vadim to imagine how powerful those most fanatical believers will be.

For example, Archbishop Dalgun Vader, Judge Knight Commander Li Ge, these are people who used to really exist and held high positions in the church.

"There have been."

"once?"

"It's gone now, and I don't know where they went."

"But at least your old friend is still around."

Vadim felt a little regretful when he said this sentence, and he realized that he seemed to be trying to comfort a god just now.

"He's the reason."

"Nothingness" paused for a while, and the scene of their last meeting appeared in their minds.

It was just an ordinary day until the old friend mysteriously found him.

The old friend claims to have conceived a brand new event, which is far above the Cricket Fighting Competition in terms of scale and interest. However, in order to fill in the details of this event, the old friend needs him to go to the "lower realm" for a field trip first.

As for the old friend, he still has some things to deal with, so he will go to the "lower realm" to find him when he is done.

And this treatment has passed for so many years.

The passage to the upper world was blocked, and even the old friend was lost, until he saw the unrest in the Fourth District not long ago in the "outside" newspapers.

"He still owes me an explanation, this behavior is extremely bad!"

"Nothingness" just aggravated the tone, and the surrounding scene was distorted under the influence of the surging spiritual energy, and the mansion that Vadim was so proud of finally collapsed under the burden.

Friends are friends, but every time I think of this "nothingness" I have to reprimand the other party's behavior, "What's the difference between playing hide-and-seek with friends and pretending to be ghosts and catching people and going home directly!"

...

The wonderful metaphor of this god made Vadim wisely not express his opinion.

Then another question came to his mind.

He understands the truth, but why did "Nothingness" demolish his house?

His villa has not spared anyone, and all his valuable belongings are still there. Although the future of this cricket fighting competition is uncertain, what if?

According to Vadim's insinuations, there are still many contestants who survived the previous Cricket Fighting Competition.

And if the house hadn't been demolished, he would still be able to sleep comfortably in his spacious bedroom tonight. Since the plan to attack the Investigation Bureau went bankrupt, he has spent the past two days in a cramped and shabby place , Going back to my villa before the competition is also to enjoy the beauty of material life for the last time.

What Vadim didn't expect was that it wasn't his enemies who demolished his house, but "Nothingness".

Since it was impossible to go back to the villa, Vadim simply found a place at the door and sat down.

"Assuming, I mean assuming that the gods of the upper world have fallen?"

Looking at the wreckage on the hillside, Vadim couldn't help feeling sad.

However, this is the most likely outcome in his opinion. The history of the dark age has been revised, and the traces of the church have been erased. Even the military technology behind the "blue eyes" knows nothing about the truth of that era. .

"Even your friend is the culprit that caused all this to happen. This meeting is likely to be different from what you imagined."

Just a few words of "nothingness" made Vadim feel that his friend was full of suspicion.

With the reasoning ideas provided by "Suspicious Case", there is no problem in treating him as the number one suspect before a new suspect appears.

"Then what do you think it will be like when we meet?"

"Nothingness" sneered, "I haven't fallen to the point where you need to worry, I've already prepared accordingly."

"Anyway, there is nothing to do now, and idleness is idleness. What preparations have you made?"

"I told you when we met for the first time. I'm no longer in this city. Even if this meeting is about to happen, it won't affect me, but you."

"ah?"

"If the atmosphere is not good at that time, you are probably hopeless."

"Nothingness" said in a joking tone, "No matter what the grievances between us are, you will be the one who gets beaten in the end."

? ? ?

Vadim has mixed feelings.

On the one hand, he appreciates the honesty of "Nothingness", at least it's not like a military technology that planted a bomb in your body and kept it hidden; but on the other hand, he kind of wants to play fake games.

…………………………………

At the same time, Song Lan and Lu Xiang are facing an unprecedented crisis.

"Is this the world you're talking about spiritually revived?"

Lu Xiang looked at the agents of the Bureau of Investigation who were swaying to and fro outside, and his eyes jumped a few times violently. When they went deep into the ruins, the agents who were watching the wind were attacked.

The attackers did not leave, but stayed where they were, swaggering.

They wore strange costumes and held strange cold weapons in an era when hot weapons were rampant. They looked like actors who had just escaped from the circus.

"Let me ask first, are they members of the previous Lingguang troupe?"

"No."

Song Lan shook his head, "It should be just an ordinary lawbreaker."

"Ordinary criminals will come to attack the agents of the Bureau of Investigation?"

Lu Xiang feels that few people understand the psychology of lawbreakers better than himself, and even those outlaws have traces of the reasons for their actions.

For wealth, beauty or fame, attacking the public officials of the coalition government will not only fail to obtain these, but will only end them.

"Vadim's power has fallen, and now is the time when the criminals in the fourth district are divided and all the heroes are rising together."

Song Lan confronted these lawbreakers who appeared out of nowhere. Obviously, these people in front of them had the same dream as Mr. Mouse.

At the end, he added, "And that era was so chaotic."

It is so chaotic that if you meet an ordinary-looking passer-by on the side of the road, it may be a hidden hidden master.

"Heroes? Just some punks who can't get on the stage."

Lu Xiang didn't like this title. As the head of the law enforcement department, her position was naturally at odds with these criminals.

The tall man with the sledgehammer on his shoulder took a step forward and sneered, afraid that he would miss any traits of cannon fodder, "You guys are the senior agents of the Bureau of Investigation, right?"

"It's too late to look back now."

Song Lan persuaded.

As a fair and impartial judge, these people are one step ahead of the passers-by in terms of the style of dress and the weapons they use. If they are placed in a movie of Colo Films, they may have such a line or two.

It's just that the timing and attack line they chose can only be described as bad.

It is obviously a wrong and stupid decision to attack the judges at the beginning.

"The strength of Director Lu you are facing now is unfathomable, and he has reached the level of invincibility in the universe..."

"That's too late."

A faint voice interrupted Song Lan.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he saw the fleeting red glow in Lu Xiang's pupils.

If I remember correctly, Lao Lu has always said that she has never had a prosthetic eye transplanted.

In an instant, the granulation that emerged from the ground pushed the criminals headed by the wall into the wall, and the seemingly indestructible giant hammer held by the strong man was crushed into pieces like a plastic toy.

Grotesque eyes grew out of the granulation of the tree stump, and even the sunlight seemed to be covered by clouds and mist, and a terrifying atmosphere descended on the world.

And when Lu Xiang's eyes passed behind the criminals, all the mechanical equipment "lived" at this moment.

Weapons emitting scorching beams revealed their fangs one by one.

The entire back alley has become a hell made of flesh and blood.

"Blazingly attacking coalition government officials, violating the coalition government's law and order regulations, and wearing clothes that... affect the appearance of the city."

The lawbreakers failed to make any resistance. The speed of these granulation and machinery was beyond their imagination. Before they even had time to take a step, they were suspended by the tree of flesh and blood. During this period, Lu Xiang seemed to be They showed strong malice towards the weapons they held, and every cold weapon was distorted and damaged under the pressure of granulation.

"Now you understand."

Song Lan folded his arms around his chest, and the start of the cricket fight also meant that the fourth district ushered in a new version.

Known in history as the Vadim Rebellion.

This is a large-scale turmoil caused by the change of ownership of the underground emperor in the fourth district.

Even the outlaws in District 4 have fully demonstrated their qualities as dreamers in this troubled world.

But here, Song Lan still needs to remind the contestants from all walks of life that they must first find out the details of the opponent before attacking. Opponents with a level of "???" and a skull icon should not easily challenge them.

Now he is very optimistic about the "Fantasy Clothes Combination" has been wiped out because of the wrong opponent.

As for Lao Lu, now he has more and more aura of the leader of the swarm.

"This is not an opponent you can challenge now, her strength is at the cosmic level..."

"Speak less!"

Lu Xiang gave Song Lan a hard look, and the red light in his pupils became more obvious, "Or do you want to be tied up too?"

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Little Theater its two hundred and forty-one:

Saturday, noon on a certain day of a certain year

"You should know that I can call up the video of the barbecue restaurant at any time. If you have something to hide, you'd better confess it as soon as possible."

Lu Xiang really didn't understand what he couldn't tell her when he went to the barbecue restaurant.

She was going to give Song Lan a chance to confess and be lenient.

“What a barbecue place.”

"OK."

With a few taps of Lu Xiang's index finger on the phone screen, he easily hacked into the security system of the barbecue restaurant, and then——

"You really went to the barbecue restaurant."

She frowned, and there were only Song Lan and Yelu in the video, ordering a lot of meat, and the little Yelu was eating, looking like she took the children out for a feast.

But soon, the careful Lu Xiang discovered something unusual.

"What's in that kit?"

"...tool kit, huh? Where's the tool kit?"

Song Lan's guilty expression said everything.

"I remembered that a video from the surveillance at home happened to be deleted, but you should know that nothing can be completely cleared now, right?"

Lu Xiang, who had grasped the handle, took advantage of the victory and pursued, and restored the deleted surveillance video in front of the opponent.

Immediately afterwards, passionate music echoed in her ears.

In the video, Song Lan is wearing sunglasses and holding a trumpet in his hand, while Yelu beside him is holding a gong in his hand, and they are performing passionately at home.

"What's this?"

"This is teaching Night Heron to play an instrument."

"What is the track?"

""Old Lu Is Not Home Tonight"."