Enforcer's Handbook

Half an hour after the anonymous text message was sent, Homeland Security took action.

Several armored vehicles drove through the streets. Perhaps they learned the lesson from the early morning operation. Drones were not used in this operation. People who got off the armored vehicles quickly started evacuating the crowd.

"Well, the one over there wearing a bulletproof vest is the teacher of the "Hazard Prevention" class."

Lu Xiang pointed at the commander in the makeshift command center. She felt that the most wonderful thing about time travel was this. At this time, the teacher's beard had not yet turned white, and the hair loss problem had not yet had time to become a problem.

The same thing is that the teacher always has that serious expression.

It can be seen that the commander is in a very angry state now. Song Lan can't help but be curious, "Is he always so angry?"

"That's not the case. He's just a little stricter in normal times. Now he's angry because of the Psychic Research Institute."

Lu Xiang blinked, "I hacked into their communication system. The Department of Homeland Security contacted the research institution immediately, hoping that they would stop the shipment, but they were refused."

Just a quarter of an hour ago, a heated argument broke out on the phone.

Jiu believes that the intelligence received by Homeland Security is unfounded nonsense, and they must complete the delivery today.

If we dig deeper, it must be RT1 and their fellow countryman who issued an ultimatum to Jiu, ordering him to deliver the psychic to the "delivery location" no matter what. The main purpose was to ensure that Benjamin could Detonate Qi Yun's humanoid psychic bomb in the area near the commercial center.

The location of Lu Xiang and Song Lan was also moved from the bus stop to a high-rise building in the block opposite the commercial center.

The infiltration work did not pose any obstacle. They changed into suits and white shirts, looking like out-and-out company people. Lu Xiang put down the binoculars and helped Song Lan straighten his tie.

Song Lan has never liked such overly formal attire. As long as he can sneak away, he will never attend any form of department gathering.

But now, Song Lan must admit that company uniforms also have their merits.

Ever since he infiltrated this company whose name he didn't even notice, he has always felt a sense of inexplicable excitement. Perhaps the action of infiltrating is full of excitement elements. Of course, it may also be because Lu Xiang also changed into a company skirt. The white shirt Lu Xiang found seemed to be one size too small, tightly contouring her figure.

To be fair, Lu Xiang has always had a very good figure.

It's just that she has never liked clothes that can outline her figure. The uniforms of the counter-intelligence department are equipped with built-in bulletproof linings, so that no matter how good the figure is, it can be flattened.

Lu Xiang had emphasized to him more than once that wearing high heels on the battlefield could only occur in virtual games. Those who could still walk swiftly under gunfire while wearing high heels were obviously not normal people.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Seeing that Song Lan remained silent, Lu Xiang asked strangely.

"I'm thinking."

"Thinking? I just introduced you to the teacher of our "Danger Prevention" class."

"Well, I know, so he is a special person and needs to be marked."

Song Lan moved her eyes away from Lu Xiang and looked at the commander giving orders in the intelligence command center in the distance. She pretended to pick up the telescope, and then...

The commander turned red.

This is not an exaggeration or artistic rhetoric, but the commander is really red, as if he has been marked by the tactical eyepiece, and his red outline can be seen even through the wall.

The people around the commander seemed unaware of this and were still busy with the work at hand in an orderly manner.

"What are you doing!"

Lu Xiang's eyesight went dark, every day he spent with Song Lan was full of absurdity.

"Press Q to mark important people."

Song Lan explained forcefully. He admitted that he had been distracted by some dazzling things just now, so that he subconsciously acted after changing the target. "This is so that we can detect his movements in a while and try to ensure that he is there." Safety in action.”

If there was a quest panel in reality, they would be prompted with new quests now.

"Ensuring the safety of the commander".

"Who asked you to mark him!"

"Don't worry, I did make a mistake just now, let me adjust it."

Song Lan picked up the telescope again and looked at the commander who was surrounded by a red outline. About two seconds later, earth-shaking changes took place in the commander.

The outline surrounding him changed from red to blue.

"This way it's foolproof. The blue color represents our people."

"Are you a primary school student!"

Lu Xiang originally wanted to scold Song Lan, but after looking at the blue border for a long time, she felt a little fluttering in her heart. She suddenly felt that it was like whispering to her classmates during class and secretly giving it to the teacher. The feeling of giving a nickname.

It turns out that the experience of deserting in class is so wonderful.

She did miss a lot at Daystar. At that time, she listened carefully to every class, and she didn't even have time to go on vacation. Another important reason was probably that Daystar didn't have the skin to use blue as Song Lan. Colored border marking teacher person.

Another characteristic of Slowpoke is its tough mouth.

As long as he was given time to react, he would always be able to make up a set of crooked stories. At this time, Song Lan had recovered from the white shirt incident and said, "Benjamin Abele is not a person who just gives up." , once he discovers that the humanoid psychic bomb does not work, he will definitely use the authority granted to him by RT1 to launch an attack on the peacekeeping forces of the Department of Homeland Security!"

Benjamin's enemies call him a candy-like being. It is impossible for such a person to initiate a surrender vote when the situation is slightly adverse.

Song Lan's worries were reasonable, but Lu Xiang felt that this was a temporary excuse made up by the other party. This guy was definitely thinking of some ulterior secrets when he was silent just now.

She regretted giving Song Lan time to react.

He still talked eloquently, "And this is also the last chance for Qi He and the others. Once Qi Yun is twisted into the hands of RT1 along with the convoy, it will be impossible to rescue her."

"What are you going to do?"

"Create chaos, and the bigger the chaos, the better."

Judging from the current situation, Qi Yun's competition has formed a melee situation among all parties.

On the surface, there were the Department of Homeland Security's peacekeeping force and the Psychic Research Institute, but secretly Qi He and Benjamin were eyeing it, but he felt that the situation could be a little more chaotic.

Lu Xiang just mentioned that Angre Saffron was recalled by the Anomaly Investigation Bureau. The top management now urgently needs someone to take responsibility for the losses in this morning's operation, and this first-level agent who always likes to act alone is undoubtedly The best candidate.

But Song Lan has a different view on this.

Such acts of justice should be supported.

So at this moment, there were some strange changes in Angre's eyesight as he was escorted into the interrogation room by his colleagues.

This calmed down his original anger a little.

He was escorted back to the bureau like a prisoner by his colleagues who investigated unusual cases. As soon as he became aware of Benjamin's conspiracy, he contacted the investigation bureau and hoped that they would send a professional bomb disposal team. He seriously doubted Benjamin. Bombs were planted in shelters or vehicles about to depart.

But in the end, he did not wait for the bomb disposal squad, but a group of operators wearing riot control exoskeleton armor and carrying live ammunition.

The first time he saw him, he held his arm and pressed his chin against the armored vehicle.

Although Angre repeatedly emphasized the seriousness of the situation, his superiors determined that he was talking nonsense to shirk responsibility.

Angre is convinced that Benjamin must be planning a terrorist attack. They have little time left, but not only can he not rush to the scene, he will most likely be sent to court.

But he could neither convince his superiors nor colleagues, nor could he escape from this damn interrogation room.

The handcuffs restricted his personal freedom, and his physical condition could only be described as the worst.

Not sleeping all night left him in a daze, and his reaction was half a beat slower. When he was escorted back to the station and forced to calm down, the pain from the wound surged up.

He was stabbed at least five times trying to suppress a crazed android receptionist at the Royal Margarita Hotel, and was hit in the arm by shrapnel from an armed drone as he rushed out of the hotel, all over his body. The burning sensation allowed him to barely retain his last bit of consciousness and not fall into coma.

Just when he was feeling groggy and almost felt like he couldn't hold on any longer, something strange happened.

There were strange marks on the coffee on the table.

"Press 'E' to drink to restore physical strength."

Angre stared for a long time before confirming that he was not dazzled and that there was indeed a strange sign next to the coffee cup.

This is the most common coffee in the bureau, and it can also be regarded as an employee benefit. In order to relieve the fatigue caused by staying up late, almost everyone drinks it like water.

Then more signs appeared.

The alloy handcuffs that cuffed his hands behind his back also had an "E" logo on them. When he held his colleagues' attention away from himself, he tentatively touched the logo.

The "E" button prompt disappeared, and what followed was a holographic projection of the unlock page. His hands were obviously cuffed, but he could control the direction of the page lock picking tool with his mind.

With a "pop" sound, the lock picking tool broke, and the prompt returned to its original appearance.

Angre's heart was in his throat, but when he looked at his colleague, he didn't seem to notice the clear sound just now.

Could it be that he was the only one who could hear this voice?

Angre had no time to think more, and he didn't want to guess where these signs came from. He just assumed that he was also infected by the android virus during the attack, and was able to see what only androids could see. scene.

All he knew was that he didn't have much time left.

Benjamin Abel is planning a terrorist attack somewhere, but the Bureau of Investigation is only busy looking for someone to take the blame.

He started picking the lock again. With the experience from the last time, he turned the lock picking tool much more cautiously. After seven attempts, the handcuffs were actually opened.

All this was going on quietly under the noses of my colleagues.

Angre moved his wrist a few times incredulously, and then two rows of strange logos appeared next to his colleague's head:

"Press 'E' for a non-lethal stun".

"Press 'F' for a fatal kill."

All this was so incredible that Angre began to wonder if this was a trap tailor-made for him.

Once brought to trial, he will be given the opportunity to defend himself.

The best way to pin all the blame on him alone is to give him no chance to speak, but to break free of the handcuffs and attack his colleagues in the interrogation room, which would directly give them a reason to kill him on the spot.

Moreover, the colleague responsible for guarding him was also wearing a riot control exoskeleton armor. It was difficult for him to imagine how he could non-fatally stun him.

This armor is an individual combat equipment designed for small-scale combat. It can be regarded as one of the cutting-edge equipment of military technology. People equipped with exoskeletons have an overwhelming advantage.

But even so, Angre decided to try his luck.

If he fainted here, God knows if the Bureau of Investigation would inject him with some undetectable poison to help him sleep forever.

The moment he selected "E" with his mind, Angre was ready to fight to the death.

Several ways of violence emerged in his mind, but then, his body started to move uncontrollably and made an action that was incredible to him - he just stood up from the chair. He got up and walked over in front of his colleagues.

When his colleagues saw this, they naturally glared at him and warned him.

Immediately afterwards, an even more incomprehensible situation occurred.

He was obviously equipped with an exoskeleton and his physical skills were far superior to his colleagues, but he, a man in a daze and seriously injured, slowly walked up behind him and was strangled by his outstretched hands. Without making any resistance, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

This colleague...

Could it be that she was persuaded by him and was dissatisfied with the investigation bureau's actions, so she cooperated with his attack in such a clumsy way?

Angre felt that this was the conclusion that a normal thinking person would come to, but now he was obviously in an abnormal situation. After he drank the coffee on the table in one breath, he felt miraculously drowsy. Disappeared, and the wounds on his body scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the truly bizarre thing is yet to come.

The colleague who was knocked unconscious by his non-fatal knockdown just... exploded his equipment in front of him.

The riot control exoskeleton armor fell off to the ground due to some mysterious power, and items that could be picked up were even thoughtfully marked for him:

"Riot control exoskeleton armor".

"Rachman (submachine gun)".

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Small theater its three hundred and forty-five:

A certain day of a certain year, a certain day of the month, Sunday, evening

"Absolutely not!"

Song Lan advised.

RT6 is not open-minded. If she knew that in the new work of Kolo Pictures, there was a scene where a lolita with two ponytails was crushed to death by a cybernetic, God knows what would happen.

At that time, it is very likely that the "Desolate Bones" that serves as the reference prototype for the film's cybernetics will be attacked by some mysterious force.

For the safety of Mr. "Desolate Bones", Song Lan had to persuade the crew to give up this dangerous idea.

"Huh? Are you talking about the love story line between the reformer and the twin-ponytail lolita?"

Guan Lili frowned and said, "It doesn't feel like it has much visual impact. If the scene of being crushed to death by the transformed person is done well, it can definitely become a classic."

How to mobilize the audience's emotions?

Kolo Films has long made an industrial explanation - first create a cute character and let them accompany the protagonist. When everyone starts to like this character, they suddenly send lunch boxes to this character. It is best to have a full-fledged character. A close-up of brutal aesthetics.

"The purpose of this work is to expose the darkness of the company system. Such an ending is more thought-provoking. In fact, even the protagonist did not survive in the end."

At this point, Guan Lili paused, "But the love line between the cybernetic and the twin tails can actually produce some fan works."

"But didn't you say she was crushed to death by the Cyborg?"

"This is the charm of evil CP."

Guan Lili said thoughtfully, "I like to tease evil people."