Enforcer's Handbook

Melissa originally did not believe in love at first sight, and she even scorned the love-themed novels that were popular on the Internet. She felt that instead of immersing herself in a fantasy world, it was better to study some practical things and things that were helpful in life.

Such as "Anatomy Guide".

This is a must-read textbook for everyone in the Terrorist Mobile Team, which can help them deal with prisoners effectively.

However, during an operation a few days ago, their pursuit target hit her heart. After many investigations, she found out that the target of arrest at that time was named Rob Luqi, the top operations department of MI7. executive officer.

He completely matched her idea of ​​a handsome, mysterious, and powerful lover.

From then on, she would always think of the other person when she was in a daze. She looked up some information on the Internet. People call this symptom lovesickness. The only drawback is that her lover does not know her existence yet.

Today's psychological consultation was very pleasant. After setting up the automatic navigation, Melissa sat in the passenger seat and read "A Love Tip Every Day" given to her by Dr. Lucy. Even the people on the street Passers-by and the city seem to look much more pleasing to the eye.

The Terrorist Mobile Team is not a suitable place for love.

Although romance is not explicitly prohibited in the team, as far as Melissa knows, every couple who appears in the bureau has a bad ending. Ordinary people can't stand their work, and the few couples in the department Internal love... Missing arms and legs are common, and sometimes they even have to temporarily dispatch police to deal with the team members' household chores.

When Melissa returned to the bureau, she found that the atmosphere in the office seemed a little unusual.

The relaxed and cheerful atmosphere of the past was gone. When the team members saw her coming in, they all pretended to be immersed in their work. They were so guilty that they did not dare to look at her.

Although their relationship is that of a superior and a subordinate, they usually get along more like friends.

Good friends who share common interests.

The kind of people who have such a strong relationship that they can kill people together and deal with the scene together. They deal with criminals every day, and dealing with cybermaniacs is no different from licking blood with the tip of a knife.

Maybe one day in the future we can go to the morgue together, and even go out together on the road together.

"Are you secretly planning me behind my back?"

Melissa asked as she put the book Lucy gave her into her drawer.

She doesn't intend to hide her love affair from other people in the bureau, but she hasn't even revealed her horoscope yet, and she hasn't even held Rob Lucci's hand. The Internet says that this kind of thing needs to be done step by step.

"How is that possible? How dare we arrange captains?"

The team member who usually had the closest relationship with her joked that in the past, other people in the office would start making noises, but today no one answered. The team member who made fun of her also lowered his head in embarrassment and stopped talking.

"What's going on with you guys? There's no need to be so downcast if you didn't receive a case this afternoon, right?"

Melissa was a little upset by the atmosphere in the bureau and couldn't read the book anymore. "According to the recent momentum, there will be a case sooner or later, so I should take a day off."

"No, Captain, you misunderstood."

"Why is that, because I consulted a psychiatrist? Don't worry, my matter will not affect my work deployment."

"this……"

The team members were hesitant to speak, but finally the team member who just made fun of him spoke, "It's Ulan, something happened to him."

"Ulan?"

Melissa was stunned. She looked around and realized that Ulan was missing.

They had met during the day.

"Did a cybermaniac do it?"

For the Terrorist Mobile Team, "something happened" can basically be understood as death. Only then did Melissa understand the strange atmosphere in the station.

Ulan is one of the most senior members of the Terrorist Mobile Team. She joined the team in the same batch. At that time, a total of more than a dozen people were fished out of prison by lawmakers under the promotion of the bill. They are still on duty now. There are only three left.

In addition to her and Ulan, another one also became the captain of the third action detachment.

Ulan is definitely a master in this area. He has dealt with nearly dozens of cyber lunatic incidents. It is difficult to find someone with more experience than him in the coalition government.

"It's not a cybermaniac, it's... Ulan himself. He has been a little unusual these past few days. I don't know what kind of stimulation he received. That guy's mood is too abnormal. We just asked him to go back and rest first."

Melissa was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "You can finish it in one breath next time."

She had just been mentally prepared for Ulan's death and was ready to attend his funeral. Except for colleagues like them, no one else would care about the life and death of a former cyberpsychotic patient, and his family members were basically there. We lost contact with them when they were imprisoned.

"Captain, his situation is a bit complicated. He spread some inappropriate remarks after you left, but that was probably not his intention. He may have just been under too much pressure recently."

The team members had good words for Ulan.

Almost all of them who later joined the Terrorist Mobile Team were cared for by this old man. Among the many former cyberpsychotic patients, Ulan was definitely the most amiable one.

"What did he say?"

"This... Captain, you should wait until you get off work to ask him yourself. We will let him go back first."

Melissa has always been straightforward at work, and what she can't stand the most is when her subordinates act like riddles on key issues.

So she got up directly, explained her work to others, and went straight to Ulan's apartment.

The apartment is located in the old town of the 1st district, this street is one of the few residential areas.

He is a local, and the apartment was left to him by his parents who died many years ago. His parents survived the third war, but did not catch up with the good days of using technology to extend life. They left shortly after the coalition government was established. , Wu Lan occasionally invites people who are close to the bureau to visit their home and hold a barbecue party.

It is said that the skill of barbecue was passed down to him by his parents.

Taking the elevator to the fourteenth floor, the corridor was eerily quiet and looked deserted and dilapidated.

The people who originally lived here have left one after another. Wulan always said that maybe it won't be long before this residential building will be demolished and converted into a new office building. In recent years, the company has been wanting to Please ask irrelevant people to leave the first area.

Melissa knocked on the door.

The sound of "dong dong dong" echoed in the corridor for a long time.

"Ulan, open the door. I'm Melissa. I know you're at home. You can smell the alcohol through the door."

She stood at the door and shouted to those inside.

After about a few minutes, Ulan, smelling of alcohol, opened the door. He was holding a half-empty bottle of wine in his hand. Through the ajar door, Melissa saw a mess in the living room. scene.

Empty beer bottles were everywhere.

You can also see electronic magazines, clothes and bullets thrown on the ground.

Ulan was sleepy and wore a white vest that looked one size too small. The vest highlighted the outline of his muscles, and his exposed arms were covered with mottled scars.

He was also a veteran of Operation Outside, and these wounds were sustained in combat.

"Won't you invite me to come in and sit down?"

Melissa asked.

The messy scene in the living room is enough to prove that Ulan's current condition is very bad.

He is a tidy person. Every time he came to the apartment as a guest, he would keep the house in order. Every time his friends threw wine bottles and barbecue sticks around after having barbecue, it would drive him crazy.

She didn't expect that after she just went to see a psychiatrist, she would come to help the team members solve their psychological problems.

"Oh, yes, please come in."

Ulan's voice sounded a lot slower. When he invited Melissa in, he didn't forget to take a sip of wine.

This is also extremely abnormal.

How could a few bottles of beer possibly overwhelm a veteran of an "outside" war?

Ulan's drinking capacity is also among the best among them all.

"I heard that you haven't been in a good state lately. Come and ask."

"Not in a good state? It's nothing. I'm in a very good state recently. It's better to say that I'm sober for the first time in a long time."

Ulan returned to his original position - beside the coffee table in the living room. This was an angle he carefully chose. The sky outside the window was not completely blocked by tall buildings. Sitting here, he could drink and watch the darkening process.

Melissa did not refute the other party, and found a place on the sofa to sit down that was not filled with clutter. She suspected that Ulan was squeezed by all the clutter and had no place to sit, so he simply sat down on the floor.

"They said you gave a speech in the office today and I missed it."

"It's just something I feel."

Ulan was still looking at the sky outside the window and said without looking back, "Melissa, you have also participated in the war in the 'outside world', so you should be able to understand my feelings."

The cause of that war was that the coalition government discovered a large-scale viral weapon in a small country occupied by a rebel army in the "outside world", and launched the war under the banner of "humanity" and "justice."

At that time, they also devoted themselves to that war with enthusiasm, but when they arrived at their destination, they discovered that there were no virus weapons at all. It took less than a week to defeat the rebels, and the next long For half a year, they searched for a newly discovered energy source.

They also witnessed with their own eyes some civilians who were suspected of being rebel spies and shot on the spot just because they were unwilling to cooperate with the search.

These things have become secrets. For people within the coalition government, they have only seen the news that the frontline troops of the coalition government defeated the rebels and defended justice.

And when they finally made it to the end of the war and returned to the coalition government, what was waiting for them?

Endless psychological evaluations, and occasional reviews by counterintelligence to make sure they didn't let on about what was going on "outside."

Later, something went wrong with that batch of implants.

That was the first time most people realized the horror of cyberpsychosis, but Ulan suspected that the so-called cyberpsychosis was probably inseparable from the endless investigations by the counterintelligence department.

And until now, they are still tools in the hands of the coalition government, used to deal with those they don't like.

"Melissa, I looked into the latest case."

After a long time, Ulan finally said, "Those are not cyber lunatics at all, they are just ordinary people who are overwhelmed by work."

Without any professional training and no combat effectiveness at all, facing a heavily armed terrorist mobile team, the only outcome would be to be beaten into a sieve.

"They are not the ones who are really crazy, but the ones who gave me the orders."