Enforcer's Handbook

In terms of street fighting, Lu Xiang is a well-deserved expert.

She is a model of taking the lead in the bureau. Whenever there is a street fight, she always rushes first, and the elites of the special operations team also admire her.

I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to find someone with better weapon fighting ability than Lu Xiang in District 17.

But after hearing Song Lan's inquiry, Lu Xiang raised strong doubts.

In her memory, Song Lan had never fought an even-handed battle, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe her as a rookie in the field of street fighting.

And more importantly...

"Can your waist take it?"

Lu Xiang asked on the other end of the phone.

In the seventeenth district, there are thresholds for being a street gangster. During the period when the criminal power was at its peak, gang members also tried every means to increase their strength every day.

Taking illegal drugs, transplanting unknown sources of prosthetic bodies from the black market, or spending all day in the gym, and exercising day after day can make them punch a nerd.

As for Song Lan, let alone going to the gym, asking him to go for a run would be like killing him.

"Both grappling and over-the-shoulder throws require long-term practice. Novices using this type of technique will not be effective, and it is easy to twist their own waist."

"Wait, let me ask first."

As he said that, Song Lan looked at "Nothingness" who was staged a eavesdropping incident. He seemed to be very interested in the relationship between Song Lan and Lu Xiang.

"Old Lu asked you, how is your waist?"

"generally."

"Then it won't work."

After the two exchanged glances, Song Lan understood.

"Nothingness" now looks like a middle-aged man, his muscles are not well developed, and he is the type to be punched by gangsters when he walks on the street. It is difficult for him to imagine the scene of "Nothingness" fighting bloody battles with others.

In the final analysis, he and "Nothingness" are in the same lineage, and both belong to the health-preserving type of players.

If they are put into the game, they should all belong to the profession of mages.

"Old Lu, I asked. He also suffers from back pain and leg cramps. He may also have old cold legs. Do you have any hand-to-hand combat techniques suitable for the elderly?"

Why do old people have to fight hand-to-hand with street gangsters?

Can't you just stay at home and watch TV and play computer games?

Song Lan's topics always make Lu Xiang's heart full of doubts, but for the sake of Song Lan's waist, she must persuade the other party to give up this unrealistic idea, and said, "Now is 2167."

"Um?"

"You can't beat others in hand-to-hand combat, you can use weapons or transplant prosthetic bodies."

This is the choice of absolutely most company people, and it is also the secret of their ability to easily kill provocative gangsters while staying in the air-conditioned room every day. "There should be a gun store in Root City, right? It is cheaper to buy two guns there than you It is much more useful to ponder the fighting skills all afternoon."

"...Old Lu, are you really sure?"

Song Lan still remembers that when she used a gun last time, she accidentally injured the actor Guan Lili invited to shoot. It is said that Keluo Films even compensated others with 50,000 watts of rest expenses. Since then, Guan Lili has never dared to let him Touched the gun.

"That's a real problem."

Lu Xiang on the other end of the phone was also lost in thought.

Recently, she discovered that Song Lan has a certain magical quality. In some unimportant actions, the success rate is much higher without him.

After a while, she thought of a temporary solution, "At that time, you can pretend to shoot, and then secretly use psionic energy to knock them down. When the fight starts, the scene will be chaotic, and no one will notice this."

"Understood, do you have any other suggestions?"

"After the two of you go in, you go ahead."

She brought up the idea, but Lu Xiang worried about Song Lan's friend's personal safety, "If there is a real fight, you and him should occupy a corner alone, and don't overlap."

...

"How about it?"

"Void" overheard the entire conversation between Song Lan and Lu Xiang, but still asked curiously.

To be honest, he couldn't hear the phone call. He vaguely felt that Lu Xiang seemed worried that Song Lan would touch the gun, but he didn't know what happened to make her so frightened.

Another doubtful point is how Song Lan found out that he had old cold legs.

Could it be that this guy is really a famous detective?

"Old Lu suggested that we go to a gun store to buy some weapons for self-defense."

"It's simple. The chamber of commerce has a gun shop in Lute City. I've wanted to try it for a long time."

For him, firearms are some interesting toys. Before Song Lan came to the oasis, he never had a chance to use them.

After all, the reverberations from the upper world need to maintain a sense of mystery at all times, so that believers can't figure out his intentions. When staying with Song Lan, he doesn't need to worry about these at all.

"You still use a gun?"

"What's so difficult about it? It's easy to see."

"...Where did you read it from?"

Song Lan suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Didn't there be a very popular movie a few years ago, it was made by Keluo Films. The story told that a top killer was assassinated in his home. The attacker killed his dog, prompting him to set foot on the cause of vengeance."

"Nothingness" can empathize with the movie, especially after the main character's dog is killed.

If someone killed the cricket he worked so hard to cultivate, then he would definitely be furious and razed the murderer and the whole city he was in.

"I remembered when you mentioned it. After we go to the gun shop, we will go to the clothing store of the chamber of commerce to buy two suits."

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On the other side, the Cloud String Hotel.

The cleaner pushed the cart to the room at the end of the corridor. From time to time, painful groans could be heard in the closed room. door.

This batch of "goods" was transported from the post station outside Lute City early this morning, and then turned over to the Skeleton Gang.

After a while, the door of the room was opened, and the man who opened the door had a ferocious face, with two conspicuous scars on his face.

"The bathroom, go clean it up."

The air was filled with the smell of smoke mixed with blood.

In the living room of the room, the leader of these people handed over a black suitcase to the middle-aged man.

If Song Lan were here, he would immediately recognize the middle-aged man as the one who talked loudly in the car and handed him the bottled mineral water.

The man is a frequent guest of the Cloud String Hotel and one of the important partners of the Skeleton Gang.

Almost one-third of the "goods" sent to the hotel were sent by them, and the price of this batch of "goods" today is much higher than ordinary "goods".

Because what was sent was high-end goods from the coalition government, urbanites with delicate skin and tender meat, the smell of blood in the room meant that the skeleton gang had already inspected the goods impatiently.

It is a tradition of the Skeleton Gang to hate the coalition government people, but any coalition government people who know a little about Root City will not dream of making a fortune in this city.

The cleaner parked the trolley in front of the toilet door and pushed open the door. An obese man fell into a pool of blood. He seemed to have just fainted and his body was still twitching unconsciously.

The wounds were concentrated on his knees. Judging from the condition of the wounds, this leg was probably about to become disabled. Beside the obese man were a group of men whose shirts were stripped off and their bodies were covered in bruises. After witnessing what happened to the man, everyone trembled with fright, not even daring to take a breath.

Half an hour ago, the Skeleton Gang had sent out the first batch of sorted goods, and the rest were crooked melons—at least in the eyes of the Skeleton Gang, and this man who collapsed on the ground Fatty was unfortunate enough to be used as an example to others.

The cleaner slowly took out a simple first aid tool from the cart, lowered his voice, and said, "Don't make a noise, and don't even think about going back, it will be easier this way."

She skillfully helped the fat man treat the wound, even though she knew that what she said was a lie, all she could do was to comfort these unlucky ghosts a little.

No matter whether they came out of their own will or were resold, they can no longer change their destined ending.

"Useless people" is the label the Skull gang puts on inferior goods.

Without professional skills and disobeying discipline, usually, their organs will be auctioned on the black market in the oasis within a few days.

After treating the wound, the next step is to clean the blood on the ground.

This is what she does every day. At first she was tortured by the eyes of these people, but now she is numb.

They are destined not to see each other again.

"Boom—!"

The muffled sound from the living room made the cleaner's movements pause for a while, followed by a burst of screams and curses.

"Scarface, you're crazy!"

This sudden change made the cleaner's heart rise in her throat, the knocking outside the toilet door did not stop there, and the cursing soon turned into begging for mercy. This was the first time she encountered traffickers and The members of the Skeleton Gang have conflicts.

"Do your job, don't look around!"

The force coming from behind caused the cleaner to fall to the ground, his trouser legs and hands were covered with blood on the ground.

The member of the Skeleton Gang guarding the gate kicked her and said viciously, "Are you tired of working?"

...

The commotion in the living room was still going on, the cleaner hurriedly wiped the blood on the floor, but the leader of the skeleton gang could still hear the fierce voice, "I think I have explained clearly enough, but the batch of 'goods you brought me ' doesn't seem to have the one I specified."

"That, that kid is really too cunning, but don't worry, he was shot while running away, and my men have already chased him. He will definitely not be able to escape... ah!"

There was another scream.

Even without looking, the cleaners can guess what's going on in the living room.

The trafficker's arm was held down on the table by the skeleton gang so that the leader could smash his hand bones with a hammer.

"What we want is alive, alive! If that kid dies..."

"Boss!"

The sound of pushing the door interrupted the threat, and the panicked hotel staff broke in, "Two suspicious people came to the hotel, and they are asking about the archaeologist!"

Scarface took a deep breath to calm himself down.

After a while, he lowered his voice and said, "Tonight, if you still can't bring him tonight, report to the garbage disposal plant."

After finishing speaking, Scarface gestured to the little brother, telling them to keep an eye on the people in the room, and followed the hotel staff towards the downstairs.

The two suspicious characters mentioned by the staff were very conspicuous.

Suit and leather shoes, this kind of dress is rare in Root City, especially in this neighborhood.

Because this is the site of the Skeleton Gang, the suits and leather shoes are always subconsciously reminiscent of the corporate people of the coalition government.

In Root City, no one wants to suffer from the Skeleton Gang.

When Scarface saw the two of them, they were sitting opposite a guest, asking about something.

Noticing Scarface's arrival, the guest immediately got up guiltily, and ran out of the hotel in a hurry without leaving a word of farewell.

He took over from the customer and sat across from the two of them.

"I heard you are inquiring about the whereabouts of an archaeologist?"

"Yes, have you seen her?"

Song Lan was overjoyed and asked, "Someone saw her come here before."

"Maybe, depending on who you are."

Scarface said ambiguously, "You are private detectives, were you sent by the chamber of commerce?"

High-risk occupations such as private detectives are rare in Lute City. As a border city of oasis, there are mixed forces here, and those who like to inquire about secrets often die the fastest.

"No, we are her friends. She has been missing for several days, and her family is very concerned about her."

"Oh, friend."

Scarface calmly winked at the hotel staff, who immediately walked to the front desk knowingly, "I hate dishonest..."

"boom--!"

Scarface responded with a gunshot.

The gunshot that was close at hand made him stunned for a while, and it took about a long time before the severe pain from his knee made him bend down and tightly covered the wound.

Just now, someone shot him in the knee in the skeleton gang's territory!

However, an even more unexpected scene appeared.

"are you crazy!"

The young man who had just talked to him shot up at the case and angrily scolded his partner, "What did you shoot him for?!"

At the moment when the gunshot rang out, Song Lan felt her blood pressure break through the sky.

This is like when you are carefully watching the plot and considering the dialogue, your teammates rushed up without warning and stabbed the NPC, forcing the two sides to jump directly to the state of war!

"He's not a nice guy!"

"I know, don't you see I'm trying to lobby for a peaceful solution?"

Scarface widened his eyes.

He opened his mouth, but didn't even say a word.

In this situation, he should have put aside his harsh words and told the two with a smirk that they were doomed, and that he would ensure that their death was long and painful, but when the two had an argument, he suddenly found that he had no idea what to do. Can't get in the conversation.

"Don't worry, I've already figured out a way."

"You are just an assistant, this is not something you should worry about."

"Look at this first."

"Void" took out a pen from the pocket of his suit in front of Song Lan and Scarface.

Before Scarface could react, the other party pressed his head on the table, and he felt the refill of the pen touch his ear, lingering near the eardrum.

"Nothingness" coughed lightly and asked, "I'll ask you again now, have you ever met an archaeologist, female, under 30 years old, with wavy long curly hair, you only have one chance to answer, otherwise you should Know what I'm going to do with this pen."

Little Theater its two hundred and fifty-five:

Wednesday, afternoon

Before the off-duty time came, Lu Xiang left the counterintelligence department early and came to Song Lan's office. After entering, she closed the door and locked it.

This behavior immediately aroused Song Lan's vigilance. He took off his earphones, and the swivel chair subconsciously stepped back a few times.

"What are you afraid of, I won't eat you again?"

Lu Xiang noticed his movement and said.

"Hard to say."

In the past week, Song Lan suffered a lot from the dice game, which caused him to have a psychological shadow on this kind of game ever since.

"Really, I don't lie to you, I have business today."

"Okay, just stand there and talk."

The back of the swivel chair was already against the wall of the office.

"The council just held a meeting. Next week, the production team of Kolo Films will come to various departments to collect materials. They want to make a film that reflects the various departments of the coalition government."

"Okay, I see."

"I haven't finished yet. The council is very worried about you and the fishing atmosphere you brought up. They hope that all departments can maintain a good image in the film."

"Um."

"So from now until next week, we will make random checks on the discipline, and this time the punishment for fishing at work will be very severe."

"Old Lu, you should speak directly."

Song Lan was too familiar with Lu Xiang, he had already seen through the malicious eyes of the other party.

"Okay." Lu Xiang didn't hide, and said, "Throw 25 points to bribe the discipline inspector, come on!"