Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 696

Lu Xiang found that every time he observed Song Lan, he would make new discoveries, and he also had a deeper understanding of this stupid bird's character and handling style.

Although he is close at hand, he seems to be living in another world all the time, as if the coalition government, the neutral country, and the rebels have nothing to do with him. This is the source of his good attitude.

However, for a person who can destroy a city at any time or assassinate any important person in the world as long as he wants, it is naturally difficult for the struggle between "ordinary people" to affect his heart anymore. Getting used to it, Lu Xiang decided to continue the observation work.

Maybe one day in the future, she will write a complete "Dummy Bird Observation Notes".

Judging from her long-term observation experience, Song Lan should just want to lie down now.

They stayed in the bar all night yesterday, and went to the bureau in the morning to stay for a whole afternoon. Now he should be so sleepy that he can hardly keep his eyes open.

Lu Xiang bent over and took off his shoes, and lay down beside Song Lan.

She touched the other person's eyes lightly with her hand, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

……

Except for Song Lan, no one could sleep soundly these days.

When Hog ​​Foster received the party notice from Jock, he already had extremely obvious dark circles, and he was still groggy even after taking a lot of anti-fatigue drugs.

These days the work is not busy, on the contrary he has a lot of free time, but every time he falls asleep, he will be awakened by the nightmare immediately.

The nightmare is a strange place, where it seems to be completely ruled by plants, he walks through the forest alone, but for some reason, those ferocious carnivorous plants did not attack him, and even took the initiative to let him go A path leading to the old tree.

He didn't know why he appeared in the same nightmare, but he knew very well that he was going to the ancient tree, which was the center of the world.

But every time he tried to do so, that nasty "enthusiastic citizen" would appear in his dream and execute him in various cruel ways-without bodyguards and servants, he was just a superior For an elderly person, the prosthetic body transplanted is also used to prolong life and maintain the vitality of organs. It is impossible for him to fight a vicious terrorist alone.

Once he dies in a nightmare, the world will collapse, and he will wake up sweaty from the bed, with his own strange way of death still in his mind.

This hateful "enthusiastic citizen" actually didn't let him have a good time in his dream!

It seems that after this matter is over, he will have to establish a good relationship with that man named Rob Lucci, and join hands with him to make that villain who disturbed his dreams pay the price.

Before going out, Hogg took another 3 anti-fatigue medicines. He tidied up his appearance and walked out of his temporary residence in the first district. The car sent by Joke had already arrived at the door.

He got in the car, opened the positioning tool of the built-in prosthetic body, and sent it to his new ally.

I don't know if it was due to long-term fatigue, but the quiet atmosphere in the car made Hogg a little uneasy. He thought the driver would search him before departure, but the driver didn't do anything. The atmosphere of secrecy they showed was more than he imagined It was much lower, but Hogg had heard more than once that the Fishing Boat Club might be the most mysterious organization in the coalition government, and even the counterintelligence department and SI:[-] couldn't penetrate it.

Now that we have reached this point, there is no turning back.

When he flew to the first district overnight by plane, he was destined to fall into the center of the struggle.

Hogg has no regrets, because for a politician, power is life. Even if he stays in the sixth district, he will soon be emptied by the family members. At that time, what awaits him will be darkness and suffocation. Benevolent retirement life.

The car drove away from the bustling urban area, followed the winding mountain road all the way up, and finally stopped in front of the palace-like building on the top of the mountain.

That's it?

Looking at the luxury cars outside the building and those familiar faces, Hogg couldn't help but think of these two words.

He originally thought that Jock's bodyguards would drive the car into the secret passage and walk through the labyrinth of underground tunnels for several hours, until he, the passenger, was completely stunned and couldn't remember the way he came from. A place not marked by the map of the coalition government, where every member has to change into a black robe used to cover his face to conceal his true identity.

However, the emblem of the Iris Consortium can still be clearly seen on this building. It was funded and constructed by Richard Gelves. In the past few years, almost half of the large-scale activities in the first district have been held here.

Such a prominent place, such an obvious gathering, how on earth did the counterintelligence people and SI:[-] spies do things?
When Hogg got off the car, the staff at the scene were leading the bodyguards around the MPs to their temporary rest area.

The bodyguards have long been familiar with this, most of them are familiar with each other, and followed behind the staff talking and laughing.

He stood outside the door for a while, when Jock's voice came from behind, "Hogg, my friend!"

Jock looked full of energy. Seeing him turn around, he opened his arms, wanting to give him a warm hug like in the past, as if he had completely forgotten what happened in the office a few days ago.

Hogg went up to meet him, with a hypocritical smile on his face.

Then he followed Jock's example a few days ago, changing the hug to a polite handshake.

Joke didn't care about this, he enthusiastically introduced the precautions of the party to Hogg, "You are coming to the party for the first time, there are some things you need to pay attention to, for the sake of confidentiality and the experience of other members, the party It is forbidden to shoot and record the content of the content... Your prosthetic eye should have these functions, right?"

"Saiban 6.0."

Hogg felt that Joker's questions were all nonsense, so he didn't even bother to answer, and directly reported the model of his prosthetic eye.

With the speed of prosthetic updates and iterations, you may have to go to the antique market to find a prosthetic eye without shooting and recording functions. "You want me to dig out the prosthetic eye and give it to you?"

"Hey, Hogg, did you take gunpowder today?"

Joker laughed and said, "I'm just joking with you. Everyone is a decent person. When the party starts, you just need to make sure that these functions are turned off... After all, there were some spies at the party before. There was some unhappiness here, I hope you understand."

On the way here, Jock had anticipated Hogg's attitude.

Among the people he knew, Hogg was undoubtedly the least stingy person, and this way of getting along with him made him temporarily relieved. Apart from looking a little tired, Hogg was still the same Hogg in the past. I haven't gotten over the unpleasantness of that night for several days.

If the other party showed a submissive and forced smile after seeing him, then he would have to doubt the other party's motives for becoming a member.

After entering the door, the two walked one after the other in the spacious corridor. Joker wanted to walk side by side with Hogg, but found that the latter deliberately pulled away from him as if he was in an awkward situation.

She didn't speak along the way, nor did she show him a good face.

Joker took the initiative to bring up a new topic, "Why are you suddenly willing to become a member of the club again? I remember you had a big fight with me because of this."

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"...That's what I asked."

"The Foster family also has its own intelligence network, not to mention what you have done is too obvious."

"I don't understand you."

Joker was stunned for a moment, wondering whether Hogg was referring to the high-level council or if they planned to assassinate the chairman of the council.

"All members of the high-level council are members of the club."

It is no secret that the Fishing Boat Club itself has long been a secret in the upper class, except for the members, no one knows what these high-level executives from all walks of life gather together in private.

"The premise of fighting the enemy is first of all to hold power in one's own hands."

"Glad you changed your mind."

During the conversation, the two came to the end of the corridor.

What appeared in front of Hogg was not a luxurious banquet hall or a large conference room, but a dimly lit storage room, which was full of sundries and filled with a strange smell.

The moment Jock opened the door, Hogg even had the idea that he had exposed himself, and that the other party wanted to silence him here.

"Don't be nervous, every new member comes here like this, just get used to it."

Jock stepped into the storage room first, stepped over the sundries, and stood in front of the old wardrobe door at the innermost side of the compartment.

The closet is full of old clothes that have fallen out of fashion more than a decade ago, as well as some pressed work uniforms.

He pulled the clothes to one side for Hogg with a big smile, and the creature behind the clothes immediately brought back Hogg's bad memories—the dark green, wriggling plants like tentacles, which he had seen in nightmares They passed them, and now, this unknown plant was attached to the inner wall of the closet, baring its teeth and claws at the two of them.

The weird smell in the room was coming from the plants.

"See you on the other side."

Jock signaled Hogg to go in.

"You think you're funny?"

Hogg stood motionless on the spot, staring at the other party.

Bring him all the way to this narrow and crude storage room, and let him throw himself into the mouth of the man-eating plant. After he is digested by the plant, even the corpse cannot be found.

He, Hogg Foster, is not so old-fashioned.

Hogg was ready, he thought he must have been exposed, if Jock acted rashly, he would terminate this infiltration plan and call Rob Lucci to rescue him.

"Don't worry, it's smart, it can recognize the scent of the person you're invited to, and when you pass through it, you'll arrive at the real banquet hall, which is a wonderful place."

Seeing that Hogg was silent, Jock walked into the closet as an example, and calmly faced the dark green plant waving its "tentacles" at him.

In an instant, the tentacles overwhelmed him.

It was as if he had been swallowed into the stomach of a man-eating plant, and his voice could no longer reach this side.

The storage room returned to calm. Hogg stopped where he was, hesitating for a few minutes. During this period, he was about to turn around and leave several times, but another voice in his heart urged him, telling him that this was just a long time. A rather strange door.

If he leaves now, he will never have the possibility of turning over in the future.

After a strong psychological struggle, Hogg finally gritted his teeth, followed Jock's example and climbed up the closet, approaching the dark green plant step by step.

(End of this chapter)