Enforcer's Handbook

Song Lan couldn't remember how long it had been since she encountered a tea scam.

The reason why tea scams have been eliminated by the times is that people nowadays don’t have the habit of tasting tea, and the concept of love is even more straightforward. On average, the relationship is confirmed in the morning, and the formalities may be completed in the evening. Thinking about it this way, the relationship between him and Lu Xiang The relationship has progressed rather slowly.

Fortunately, the girl the young man admired didn't adapt to local conditions and changed her grandfather's career to planting tea-flavored nutritional injections, which allowed Song Lan to re-experience the beauty of the revival of literature and art in 2167.

As the nominal person in charge of the Anti-Fraud Section of the 17th District, Song Lan still reminded the young man by insinuating, but the young man was firm and claimed that the girl would never lie to him. Enjoy a bright future.

So Song Lan didn't continue this topic.

He has always respected the fate of others.

On the bright side, if the people of the Seventh Neutral Kingdom saw that he was strong and able to master all kinds of Internet surfing equipment, they might not directly hurt his waist.

The lively conversation on the bus was still going on, but the road was calm. It was already late at night when the bus drove into the outlying station of the Seventh Neutral Country.

During the period, Lu Xiang called once and talked with him about today's itinerary to ensure that fresh human organs were not sent to the black market after using the "Cosmic Invincible Heart-Piercing Hand Knife".

Song Lan often doesn't need any tools when helping patients with surgery, which determines that he can help those in need almost anytime and anywhere.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge, and he was greeted by a cool evening breeze after getting off the car.

For this climatic characteristic, "Monster Hunter" has well reflected it, taking heat-resistant medicine in the morning and cold-resistant medicine in the evening.

Song Lan stood where she was, watching the people with dreams of getting rich and the members of the scam gang talking and laughing as they walked towards the hotel they kindly introduced. It was such a peaceful scene.

He had no intention of staying one more night at the inn.

Based on what he knew about the scam gangs, most of them would act at night, calling the thugs entrenched in the local group, and taking them to a better place while their new best friends were asleep.

For Song Lan, he just wanted to keep the record he created along the way - so far, he has not encountered any incidents of beatings or killings for more than 12 hours!

He felt that it was all due to Lu Xiang chanting the words "broom star" in his ears every day, so that there were no good people in his eyes anymore, which caused a subtle change in Song Lan's mentality. , Anyone whose identity cannot be determined will be identified as a criminal.

The youth was the last to leave.

He thought he had seen through everything and went in the opposite direction.

Before setting off, he had already discussed with the girl he liked. The girl said that the situation in the seventh neutral country was chaotic, and she was afraid that something might happen to him on the way, so she found a homestay for him at the border station through her family relationship, which was absolutely safe and reliable.

After everyone's backs disappeared into the depths of the night, Song Lan was about to embark on a journey.

In view of the bad reputation brought by the rebels, no one was willing to leave the car at this point in time, so he had to think of a way and contacted an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

The old friend readily agreed to the request to take him to the seventh neutral country, saying that he would wait for him three kilometers away from the post station.

When Song Lan arrived at the agreed place, this old friend was already waiting there.

In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, it hid half of its body in the sand. Seeing Song Lan approaching from afar, it warmly greeted Song Lan with the short tentacles in front of its mouth, and motioned for him to climb up. own back.

If nothing else happened, they would be able to reach the border city of the seventh neutral country before dawn tomorrow.

After being away for so long, his Death Crab friends are trustworthy.

They are not interested in human organs such as kidneys, hearts, and livers, and they will never trick anyone into working illegally in the depths of the desert. This is what Song Lan always said about a pure friendship without any benefits.

During the journey, the Death Crab also mentioned some recent experiences of the race to him.

A large number of unidentified alien abnormal creatures have appeared in this desert. Under their impact, some weak ethnic groups have been wiped out. There were wars of different scales. Although they held the lair, many tribesmen were seriously injured in the war.

The most troublesome thing about those deformed creatures is their incomparable regenerative ability. Although their individual combat effectiveness is not strong, no matter how serious their injuries are, they can heal within a short period of time.

The sages in the ethnic group believe that the turmoil in the seventh neutral country is inseparable from these alien abnormal creatures.

And it is one of the most heroic warriors in the clan. When Song Lan contacted it by "phone", this royal guard was patrolling outside.

"Hey, then you should be AWOL now, are you okay?"

"fine."

The calm and strong voice of the Death Crab emerged in Song Lan's mind, "You are a precious guest of the clan. Since the last farewell, Mr. Sage has always wanted to have a more in-depth communication with you."

This made Song Lan a little embarrassed.

From the mouth of the death crab royal guard, he learned that their group is much larger than he imagined, and their branches exist in almost every desert area, and it is not an exaggeration to describe them as desert overlords.

The reason why the sage is very interested in him is that the tribe found that after the last contact, the tribes in the outer area of ​​the seventeenth district seem to have suddenly awakened, their intelligence and natural power have been greatly improved, and even Some death crabs have gained the ability to communicate with other groups.

Some insects from the seventeenth district told them that the messenger of the gods was located under the garbage dump in the seventeenth district, and most of the changes that took place on them were blessed by the God of Harvest.

The horned insect tribe has also received similar blessings and completed evolution, and now they have become the queen's most powerful assistants.

The sage kept these conversations in his heart, wishing to see the Harvest God.

And just this night, the death crab royal guard saw the power of the God of Harvest. During the conversation with the God of Harvest, it felt that its spiritual intelligence and control over natural forces had grown to varying degrees.

"There is still a friend waiting for me in the seventh neutral country. I can't meet your sage for the time being."

Dawn is coming, and the outline of the border city gradually emerges in the distance.

"It doesn't matter, at least we have proved that the God of Harvest is real."

The Death Crab Royal Guard didn't force it either, "Perhaps in the near future, we will send envoys to District 17 to pay respect to the miracle you created."

"welcome."

Song Lan thought for a moment, and then said, "Although I can't visit your group, but you bring this back to your group. If the deformed creatures cause trouble again, you may use it."

After all, the death crab royal guards had worked so hard to carry him all the way, and their group was threatened again, so it was a bit sad to leave Song Lan just like that.

He opened the suitcase on the shell of the death crab, and after groping for a while, he found an object that looked like a weapon.

A black umbrella.

Don't underestimate the umbrella, it once became a magic weapon in the hands of the second-year teenagers.

When I was a student, every umbrella had the name of a peerless soldier.

"This is……"

It once again experienced the miracle of the God of Harvest up close.

The moment Song Lan clenched the black umbrella, a jet-black radiance instantly enveloped it, and unimaginable destructive energy surged within it, as if it could swallow everything in the world.

"'Frostmourne +15', this should be enough to protect your group."

…………………………………

"Hey, have you heard? Another ruthless character appeared yesterday!"

"A cadre from that rebel army again?"

"I don't know, but I can guarantee that there are more ostentations than before. Some people saw that the Death Crab sent him here!"

"Could it be... a 'mouse'?"

When the early morning light shines on the frontier city, discussions among the locals are already underway.

One of the elderly gentlemen put forward what he thought was the most credible reasoning, "The second in command of the Eschenweig Army is called 'Mouse', which is related to animals as soon as it sounds, maybe his ability is to control Protect mutant creatures!"

"Listen to the voice of all things?"

"Yes, that's it. It's not that someone said that if he didn't follow Eschenwig but went it alone, I'm afraid there will be another leader of the rebel army!"

Thanks to the reputation of "rat", the long-term maintenance pattern of the rebel army was broken. Eschenwig became the first wanted criminal with a bounty of over 100 million. Named "World's Strongest Man".

If people are talking about you at breakfast, it means you're famous.

Such is the case with Mr. Mouse.

Regarding the influx of rebels from the Seventh Neutral Country, the locals are in a stable mood. Unlike the propaganda of the coalition government, the rebels will not actually let them go wherever they go, but will make the local criminal groups restrain a little bit. Border cities have become much safer recently.

After all, when a criminal group meets a rebel army, it is no different from a gang member meeting a warlord.

Immediately afterwards, someone was surprised to find the difference in breakfast today.

"Don't mention the 'mouse', anyway, he won't stop here for a long time. Didn't you find out just now? Why is the breakfast in this store so delicious today?"

"Huh? It's 131.27 times more delicious than usual!"

...

Song Lan didn't know how the 131.27 times came about, so he raised his head and gave the store manager a hard look.

The name of this breakfast shop was "Laoxushengjian". After making phone calls, he finally met one of his old friends' businesses in the neutral country.

When he first arrived at the store, the Shengjian restaurant hadn't opened yet, and "Void" told him proudly that he didn't go to the fourth district in vain, and learned a lot of the essence of snacks from the food street.

A cage of raw pan fried came out of the oven, and under the confident gaze of "Nothingness", Song Lan took a bite.

The skin is raw, as hard as chewing plastic, and the seasoning of the stuffing inside is even weirder. "Nothingness" claims that what he uses is not synthetic ingredients, but genuine good meat, but Song Lan really can't figure it out How on earth did he make the meat smell like sand.

With this mouthful, the taste of plastic and sand occupied his taste buds, allowing Song Lan to appreciate the customs of this desert oasis.

If you evaluate the craftsmanship of "Nothingness" from an objective point of view, it is that the night heron will cook you three dishes and one soup overnight after eating it.

He came all the way to the seventh neutral country to visit friends, not to suffer.

And "The Void" once again showed his tricky side.

He didn't ask himself to hire a chef to help manage the store, but instead asked expectantly how the improved fried pan fried tasted.

If Song Lan didn't temporarily shoulder the duties of the cook, he would be continuously impacted by plastic and sand in the next few days.

"Hmph, this time you barely win."

After getting feedback from customers, "Nullness" crossed his arms, as if there was a close match in the store just now, and he ended up losing the match with only a slight disadvantage.

But in fact, Song Lan was already preparing to report the despicable act of wasting food in "Old Xu Shengjian" to the border city authorities.

"Oh? Is this the new chef you invited?"

The customers seemed to be very familiar with "Nothingness", and half-jokingly said, "You'd better not go into the kitchen in the future, just entertain guests outside."

"This guy used to be in a high-end restaurant in the Coalition government, and it took me a long time to get him here."

After saying this, the atmosphere in the store suddenly became quiet.

The customers looked at each other in blank dismay, looking hesitant to speak.

"Nothingness" successfully silenced the shop with a single sentence, and the customers no longer regarded the cadres of the rebel army as a topic of conversation after dinner, but left the shop one after another after eating in a hurry.

Only the elderly customer who took the initiative to talk to "Nothingness" stayed. Seeing that everyone had left, he leaned over, lowered his voice, and said, "Don't talk about this, don't worry about it." Don't let the skeleton gang know that he is from the coalition government, you have to watch him."

When the customer left, Song Lan kept a dark face, holding a frying spoon in one hand, and asked, "What does this Skeleton Gang do?"

"The local gang has something to do with the black market."

"Are they hostile to the coalition government?"

"I don't know. I haven't dealt with them. If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have stayed in this kind of place."

"You provoked the trouble, so you just say what to do?"

"Don't worry."

"Void" became excited instead, "I've never been troubled by punks before, this is a rare experience!"

Little Theater its two hundred and fifty-one:

On a certain day of a certain year, Saturday, morning

"Bai Zhu, how on earth do you manage this group!"

Song Lan seriously suspected that the senior members of the swarm had been infiltrated. The old members headed by Bai Zhu had been infiltrated by Tzeentch, and each of them started to stir up trouble within the swarm.

He just fell asleep, and Kua Kua Group became a gathering place for black fans.

After checking the records, basically all the people were put in by Baizhu.

"Think of the best in everything, and then tell Lu Xiang that you deliberately gathered this group of black fans and wiped them all out. This is a great achievement, and the council recently asked her to thoroughly investigate Is it the trend of fishing? These people are all fishing enthusiasts, and if you catch ten casually, none of them will be innocent."

Song Lan was already persuaded, but Bai Zhu's last words made him dispel the idea of ​​reporting the group members to Lu Xiang.

Another identity of these black fans is that they are members of the Fishing Association!

The reason they gathered here is also to unite and overcome the difficulties of this thorough investigation together.

And Song Lan, as the publicity ambassador of the Fishing Association, how could he submit the list of these newcomers to Lu Xiang?

This will make them lose confidence in the Fishing Association from now on!

"Bai Zhu, with your technology, is it possible to hide the truth from Lao Lu, at least so that she can't find out the existence of this group before the thorough investigation is over?"

"Hiding up and not reporting the crime will be a plus." Bai Zhu said leisurely, "And she has the "Sea of ​​Soul", so the tricks of a little hacker like me can be seen through at a glance."

"Don't forget, you are also responsible for this matter."

"Ok, I know."

Bai Zhu remained calm, "But Lu Xiang is not interested in me."