Enforcer's Handbook

In Angre's eyes, the whole world seemed to have become an FPS game with gun battles and encounters as its themes. He quickly noticed that in addition to strange mind buttons, there were also many weird functions.

For example, he can see his colleagues and the surveillance range of surveillance cameras.

When the whole world becomes full of magic, the impossible event of escaping from the Investigation Bureau alone becomes possible.

What's even more incredible is that when Angre escaped from colleagues and surveillance and came to the street, the wounds on his body had been completely healed, and the fatigue accumulated from staying up late for several days had been wiped away. He was back to his peak both mentally and physically. state.

And what made all this happen was just three cups of canned coffee.

He no longer wanted to think about the consequences of the jailbreak being discovered. He had to stop this from happening before Benjamin Abele caused a terrorist attack.

Angre's premonition had never been stronger than it was now, so strong that he could almost see a future where bombs would be detonated in densely populated areas.

It was getting dark, and he glanced at the time.

It is now time for the shelter vehicles to leave.

His eyes were fixed on the car parked on the roadside. Once again, the "E" button appeared on it. This time the button prompt was to "take over" the vehicle.

Angre stepped forward. So far, every action he had taken had gone smoothly, which gave him a strange feeling - even the whole world stood with him on this matter and hoped that he would Can stop Benjamin's crazy attack.

In his conception, the vehicle he "takes over" should inform the owner of the seriousness of the situation, and the righteous owner will drive him to the location where the terrorist attack will occur.

When he came out of the bureau, he heard his colleagues mention the actions of the Department of Homeland Security, saying that the other party seemed to have some intelligence and was starting to evacuate people in the commercial center.

Compared with the various magical operations just now, requisitioning civilian vehicles is the most realistic situation. In previous operations, they occasionally encountered situations in which vehicles were urgently needed. All he needed was a little luck.

Angre came to the car door and once again touched the "E" button with his mind.

Today is his lucky day, and what he lacks most is luck.

In fact, even without those magical operations, he is confident to convince car owners.

The owner of the car was a luxuriously dressed lady, and the fashionable prosthetic modifications on her body were worth a lot of money. The first time Angre saw this lady through the car window, he knew that she must be a lady who understands justice.

As always, his body entered an uncontrollable state.

However, what happened next was completely beyond his expectation. He could not control his behavior and could only watch as he pulled the car door open and roughly pressed his hands on the lady's shoulders. She was horrified. He looked at himself with extreme despair, but he was destined to be unable to change his fate of being dragged out of the car.

The lady was wearing high-heeled boots with very long heels. This rude behavior caused her to stumble on the street and almost fall to the ground.

After pulling the lady out of the driver's seat, he sat on the driver's seat without saying a word like an emotionless killer.

"ah--!"

After closing the car door, there was a scream outside the door that slightly stung his eardrums. The lady seemed to have discovered his blood-stained windbreaker and smelled the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated. Out of extreme panic, she staggered Staggeringly fled into the distance.

When Angre regained control of his identity, the panicked lady rushed towards the building of the Abnormal Case Investigation Bureau without looking back. He almost instinctively made a gesture of salvation to the other party.

no!

I'm not a car thief!

I am a first-level agent in the Abnormal Case Investigation Bureau.

A terrorist named Benjamin Abel is planning a terrorist attack. Time is running out and I must commandeer the vehicle now.

I……

Why the hell did I drag the lady out of the driver's seat?

Angre, who understood the true meaning of "taking over", fell into endless regret. Although he achieved his goal again, the way he achieved it completely pushed him into the abyss of crime. Even though he later successfully stopped Benjamin, look up from above. In this matter, his merits and demerits were balanced, and the complaint from the woman whose car was robbed was enough for him to drink.

The lady seemed to have a high social status, maybe she was a section chief-level employee of some company.

He, Angre Saffron, is really not a car thief!

After reiterating it in his mind, he stepped on the accelerator and fled the scene before his colleagues from the Bureau of Investigation could pursue him after questioning.

On the other side, there was another person who was also stunned by this sudden change.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Xiang couldn't help questioning Song Lan's soul, "This is an illegal and criminal act!"

The pull of the soul on the street just now changed Mr. Angre-Saffron's image from a detective who upholds justice even if he is framed, to a car thief who attacks innocent passers-by. They painstakingly defend each other. The "green light" that had been on all the way suddenly collapsed.

Prison Break is a fight against corruption within the Bureau, but the woman on the street is a completely irrelevant and innocent bystander.

"...This is how the game is designed."

Song Lan said with a guilty conscience.

"Don't try to get away with this. Write me a thought report when you get back!"

Lu Xiang has a simple sense of justice in her heart. She still has not forgotten her duty as the head of the law enforcement department, which is to ensure that the legal rights and interests of every citizen are not infringed upon. However, this stupid bird has become more and more courageous recently. How dare you do such a thing under her nose.

More importantly, he turned her into an accomplice.

Helping Angre escape from prison was the result of their joint efforts. She used the "Deep Web" chip to hack into the security system of the Bureau of Investigation. In Dr. Bai Zhu's words, many departments of the coalition government are still using antiques from the last century. The lack of time and challenges has caused them to relax too much in the field of network security.

When she created the "Deep Web" chip, she was somewhat mixed with some personal emotions of "let the coalition government learn a lesson."

But who would have thought that this stupid bird would behave like this after helping Angre escape from prison.

If ideological awareness is not adequate, theoretical study and thinking should be strengthened.

"Qihe and the others are also here."

Facing the stern supervisor, Song Lan changed the topic.

Lu Xiang has been in the position of supervisor of law enforcers for a long time, and when she is serious, she has the temperament of a stern female boss, especially now that she is wearing a corporate suit, which invisibly amplifies this sense of oppression.

Before he finished speaking, three figures with light blue outlines appeared in the van across the commercial street.

They put on light and unobtrusive outfits. The van looked old on the outside, but the trunk was full of sophisticated instruments.

Song Lan could only sigh that it was Qi He who was able to quickly establish connections even in an era when he was unfamiliar with the place.

The instrument monitors the transportation route of the shelter's fleet in real time. The three people are sitting in front of the instrument, eating thin-crust pizza bought from a street fast food restaurant.

"The problem isn't just rescue."

It was useless to change the subject. Lu Xiang silently recorded the "ideological report" in a small notebook, "The key lies in how to arrange Qi Yun."

Qi He, Gustave and Jing Jing are destined to be people who do not belong to this era, and they are destined to be unable to bring Qi Yun back more than twenty years later.

When they return to 2167, there will be a long gap.

As long as Qi Yun is still living in the coalition government, RT1 will be able to use military technology to find her sooner or later, and it is very likely that she will even use more inhumane methods on her.

Although artificial intelligence will not hold grudges, nor will it be influenced by negative emotions such as anger, once it is recognized as a special existence, RT1 will inevitably study Qi Yun thoroughly and put humans on the operating table as guinea pigs. Anatomical observation does not place any psychological burden on them.

Sacrifice for a greater cause.

This is a universal shield within the coalition government. Whenever a company commits some heinous behavior, they will always use this excuse to excuse themselves.

But if it was Qi He, he should be able to think of what might happen after he disappeared for more than twenty years.

The shelter caravan was getting closer.

This can be seen from the expression of the commander of the Department of Homeland Security. He is now in an extremely nervous state, because the anonymous text message revealed to them that the explosives installed in the car are powerful enough to blow up the entire neighborhood. If the news is true, then Even after the people are evacuated, the explosion will cause immeasurable economic losses and is very likely to cause casualties among peacekeepers.

This unknown intelligence also put him in a dilemma.

If it turns out later that this was someone's prank, the psychic research institute will definitely make a fuss about it, which will undoubtedly speed up his retirement time.

His intuition told him that this anonymous information was indeed true.

But there are few pranksters whose whereabouts cannot be traced by the intelligence agencies of the coalition government.

When night fell over the first area, the shelter's convoy slowly drove from the far side of the road. There were three buses in total, all of which were patients who had signed agreements with the research institution.

"Stop it."

The commander issued orders to the peacekeeping forces. Since the psychic research institution was unwilling to cooperate with their actions, they had no choice but to take tough measures.

No vehicles are allowed to pass until the explosives are removed.

This will of course cause dissatisfaction on the side of the psychic research institute. In fact, five minutes after he ordered the convoy to be stopped, Jiu's phone was called from the psychic research institute, and he was immediately questioned.

Jiu threatened on the phone that this project, which was personally reviewed and approved by the Senate, was crucial to curing the disease that had swept the entire coalition government. Once the progress was delayed, the Department of Homeland Security simply could not afford this responsibility.

The commander simply put the phone aside.

Even without listening, he could guess what Jiu Hui was yelling angrily on the phone, because a few hours ago, his warnings had fallen on deaf ears.

But now, since the convoy wants to cross this protected road, it must accept their investigation.

It could be ten minutes, it could be an hour.

He winked to the bomb squad, and heavily armed soldiers got on board and evacuated the driver, patients and hospital staff aside.

And all of this was seen by Benjamin Abele.

He had to marvel at the wonder of modern technology. Even without arriving at the scene in person, he could see the images transmitted from the martial law section in real time.

That mysterious partner is really a great person. At this moment, the drones in the sky, the equipment equipped by the peacekeeping forces, and all the surveillance probes on the roadside have become his eyes, able to help him 360 degrees. Enjoy the moment of the explosion without any blind spots.

The current atmosphere was more wonderful than he imagined.

He sat at the table and filled the glass with red wine. He was in a high-rise building over a hundred stories tall and had a panoramic view of the night view of District 1. This was a life that only upper-class people could enjoy.

Homeland Security's involvement only made him even more excited.

Having a Homeland Security commander killed in a bombing would certainly make better headlines than killing some unnamed civilians.

This can not only cause panic among the people, but also attract great attention from the Council.

After all, this happened right in front of my home.

Next, in addition to enjoying a special "fireworks show", he also has to prepare a speech, for example, revealing how psychics allowed bombs to escape the search of professional bomb disposal teams and detonate in front of everyone's eyes.

Yes, every psychic has the potential to be a bomb.

Dealing with them is like dealing with a time bomb. You never know when they will detonate themselves and everything around them.

However, the sound of a firearm being loaded behind him interrupted Benjamin's thoughts.

The faint smell of blood penetrated this luxurious suite. The lurking method was very clever, and there was no unnecessary noise when entering the door.

When he turned his head, the black muzzle was already aimed at his eyebrows.

"Benjamin Abele, you are under arrest."

It was a familiar face, and someone who definitely shouldn't be in his room.

Because according to the words of the mysterious partner, Angre-Saffron has been brought back to the Investigation Bureau. If the charges are true, he will face a sentence of up to 67 years.

More importantly, according to the Bureau's style, they will not leave Angre the opportunity to go to court to defend himself.

During the few days he was in custody, he might have accidentally died of contracting some rare and strange disease, or he might have been shot dead on the spot during his escape.

In the end, the deceased was the largest. Considering Agent Angre's past contributions to the Bureau, they would give his only remaining brother a sum of money, and then place Angre's bones in the cemetery in District 1.

Anglet Saffron's name will be left on the mailbox-like cabinet.

But now, for the first time, the partner's intelligence is wrong. What makes Benjamin even more confused is, even if Angre successfully escaped from prison, how did he find himself?

He forged identity information, evaded surveillance and the hotel's facial recognition system, and even the counterintelligence department was unable to investigate his existence.

Benjamin put his hands above his head in cooperation, but there was no trace of panic on his face. He asked calmly, "I'm curious, how did you come to the door?"

"Is there any need to say it?"

Angre's index finger was hanging on the trigger. As long as Benjamin made any drastic action, he would pull the trigger immediately, "You have been marked a long time ago. I can see you from a few blocks away!"

What caught the eye was not just Benjamin, but also his bright red border that was a bit dazzling.

Angre didn't know if others could see it, but at least to him, Benjamin was as red as a light bulb, as if telling the whole world that he was here.

"Don't do anything stupid and surrender immediately."

I've been stuck lately and the time is unstable. Sorry!

Small theater its three hundred and forty-six:

Monday, a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, in the morning

Song Lan did not expect that Guan Lili was a fan of evil CP, and her curiosity made him feel that Guan Lili was full of evil aura.

Worse, his advice seemed to have the opposite effect.

Guan Lili suddenly had an idea and suddenly imagined a publicity strategy that was as evil as her hobby.

She decided to release some misleading fan fiction before releasing her new work.

For example, they can create a short animation to change the warm life between a person and a twin-tail lolita, making people mistakenly think that Kolo Films is preparing a warm and healing work.

The main characters in the plot can also be interspersed to make it easier for people to understand the characters and background.

These costs were simply not worth mentioning for Kolo Films. Then when people were confused by the warm and healing short animation, the crew gave them a fatal blow in the feature film without warning.

The point of haircut is to be fast and hard.

Song Lan told Lu Xiang the bad news. He could imagine what it would be like when RT6 encountered a "fatal blow" and turned into a rampaging lolita.

"Isn't this great?"

Lu Xiang gave a different opinion.

"Where's the good?"

"We can let them launch this warm and healing short animation first."

After a pause, she added, "Then keep reporting them when they are filming the main story, until the work is blocked, so that only warm and healing short animations are left."