Law Enforcer's Handbook

When Hog ​​Foster uttered the iconic words, Jock was stunned for a long time, he felt that he was almost mentally weakened by the recent series of events.

The "expert" they invited was a troublemaker, and it happened to provoke the vengeful Hogg. If the person who died was really a member of the Foster family, this matter would be troublesome. Because when Hogg said that "the Foster family must revenge", it did not represent himself, but represented the entire family.

And if he, as the man in power, turned a blind eye to the deaths of family members, the Fosters would try to get him out of office.

"Give me three days, and I will give you a satisfactory answer."

Jock said.

"one day."

"That's one day."

……

After hanging up the phone, Jock leaned on the chair like a prostration. He felt that this matter would never be finished. Although he slowed down Hogg with a one-day promise, he didn't think about how to get along with that person at all. "Expert" communication.

The other party didn't even look down on "God", let alone Hogg.

He could imagine the attitude of "Domination" when he answered the phone, because calling it because of this matter is undoubtedly taking its own humiliation.

This is why the coalition government has always been committed to putting "collars" on the six-star rescuers. Once the strength of the individual is too strong to ignore, they will fall into a state of doing whatever they want. Laws and institutions will be broken.

Therefore, the coalition government tailors different types of "collars" for each six-star rescuer according to their different personalities, such as fame and power, or the backstage program of the prosthetic body, and the sense of honor of the family or company.

"Domination" is different, and no "collar" is suitable for it.

After it came to the first area, it was like a wild horse running wild. Wherever its power went, it would bring death. After making such a big commotion, it showed no sign of restraining itself.

After thinking about it, it is almost impossible to solve the problem through "domination", and he obviously couldn't make Hogg take a step back and pretend nothing happened...

For a while, many thoughts flooded his mind.

This is bound to be a dead end.

But when Jock figured it all out, he suddenly became enlightened.

He thought of Hogg's various behaviors after he came to the first district. He seemed to be completely insane. Even if he was allowed to join the high-level council, with his current mental state, he might be stabbed by them in the near future. If there is a big mess, it is better to end the trouble through this incident.

Irreplaceable is the Foster family, not Hogg-Foster.

And as far as Joker knows, there are more and more people in the Foster family who are dissatisfied with Hogg recently. One day is not enough for him to convince anyone, but it is enough to arrange the aftermath of Hogg once an accident happens— —For those who are hungry for power, the status of a member of the High Council is an irresistible temptation.

The coalition government can continue to operate without anyone, just like Hogg Foster who heard the news after the death of the Secretary-General. If he dies, someone will definitely fill the vacancy in the position. And by then, they might be able to better control the Foster family.

Thinking of this, Jock made a call.

"Hello? Why are you again?"

The voice of "Domination" sounded extremely impatient, but in order to show Father God a face, it promised to help these people solve the problems they encountered in the first district.

"Hogg has already started investigating the last case. The director whose head was shot is a member of the Foster family."

"I've heard of him."

The tone of "Domination" has changed slightly, "The famous Hogg Foster."

The last time I heard this name, Hogg was still an ambitious politician and one of the people she wanted to kill the most, but those annoying six-star rescuers who were as annoying as flies kept pestering her, so she finally Failed to reach the sixth district, walked into the "Libra" building in person.

It jokingly asked, "How, you want me to apologize to him personally?"

"if you are willing to."

"I'd much rather have his head screwed off."

"Okay, but he's a vengeful man, so you'd better make sure he dies on the spot."

……

"Domination" fell into a brief silence.

The direction of the phone call was different from what it had imagined. It thought that Jock would continue to follow the principle of making big things into small things, and hoped that it would reach a settlement with Hogg, but it didn't expect that what he said casually would get support.

"Isn't he your friend?"

"Yes, but with his current state of mind, he is no longer competent for the work of the High Council."

"Oh, this is how you treat your friends?"

"I only have one request. Don't make too much noise when killing him. I will find a way to pretend to be the reformist."

"as you wish."

It took less than a minute for the mood of "Dominion" to change from impatient to happy, and it readily accepted Joker's proposal. One of the Father God's regulations is to prohibit taking action against people in the high-level council, unless it is A request made by the High Council on its own initiative.

This made it immediately lose interest in other things, "I'll get over what I'm doing right away."

Hogg's position in its heart immediately surpassed that of Melissa.

But it has always been a person with a beginning and an end. Even old toys must have a complete ending.

..............................

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

The familiar ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted Melissa's thoughts.

She knew the hallucinations were happening again, but that seemed like the only way to help her get out of the situation.

When she woke up, she found that she was locked in an isolation room, which is the place where MI[-] guards the most vicious criminals, and when all the prosthetic bodies were deactivated, she couldn't escape from here at all. get away.

Melissa would rather take over her counterintelligence department, so that she can kill one or two people when the interrogator is not prepared.

Without the prosthesis, her hands are handcuffed, but she still has her mouth and teeth.

She knows exactly how to kill a person, even if they have prosthetics.

When the bell rang the tenth time, Melissa picked up the mobile phone that shouldn't exist, and connected the call.

"I told you they were going to hurt you."

The person on the other end of the phone said, "You took the wrong first step. You should have let the people from the black clinic help you crack the loopholes in the prosthetic body instead of killing them."

"Help me unlock the handcuffs."

Melissa made a request. She didn't want to waste time on unnecessary verbal disputes. She made a decision the moment she woke up—whether it was the counterintelligence department or MI[-] that stood in front of her. , she has to follow Ulan's example and take a few away before she dies.

After she leaves MI[-], she will go straight to the building of the counterintelligence department.

"can."

The voice said, "Not only can I uncuff you, but I can also restore your prosthetic body."

"Really?"

"You don't need to doubt, just do what you do best."

……

The phone was hung up.

Melissa was skeptical about this at first, because theoretically speaking, everything she heard just now was a hallucination of her own imagination. In fact, the people from MI[-] deprived her of the truth as soon as they turned her over. With all her communication equipment, it is impossible for her to have a mobile phone by her side.

But the handcuffs that held her were actually released.

She moved her sore wrist in astonishment, then shook her arm tentatively, and the familiar thermal cutting blade appeared in her sight.

Was that phone call just now an illusion or reality?

Melissa fumbled around in the compartment, but the cell phone was nowhere to be found.

Immediately afterwards, a shrill siren rang through the entire facility, as if composing a prelude to this grand curtain call ceremony.

SI[-] agents soon discovered that she was free of the handcuffs and regained access to the prosthetic body.

Then, even the closed door was opened.

Presented before her is a road to freedom and revenge.

Melissa no longer wanted to think about whether all this was fantasy or reality, because she heard the call from instinct, urging her to leave this cage and go to the outside world.

No beast is willing to be locked in a cage.

All of this made her seem to have returned to the battlefield. They also sneaked into the facilities of the rebel army at that time, and with the sound of sharp sirens, they wiped out all the enemies inside.

She shuttled through the labyrinth-like corridors, and after an unknown amount of time, she finally heard the sound of footsteps from far to near
Although she didn't show any footsteps, the other party seemed to have discovered her by some means and walked towards her.

There was only one person in the footsteps, alone, without any helpers.

This shows that the comer is different from the counterintelligence department, and is very confident in his own skills.

Thinking of this, Melissa did not recklessly engage in a face-to-face confrontation with the opponent. She dodged and hid behind a bunker, like a patient hunter waiting for the prey to come to her door.

Nearly.

closer.

She clearly heard footsteps passing through the security door in the corridor, followed by the sound of closing the door, which allowed her to judge the other party's position immediately.

And patiently waiting for this moment to come.

With her current distance, it only takes less than a second to chop off the opponent's head with the thermal cutting blade.

It doesn't matter whether the opponent is a psychic user, a prosthetic body implanter, or a body reformer.

Melissa's eyes were full of bloodthirsty light. The moment she moved out of the bunker, she finally saw the identity of the comer. Between the lightning and flint, the eyes of the two collided together.

The thermal cutting blade swung towards the opponent's neck failed to come out of its sheath, and the action of slashing at the enemy's head suddenly turned into an elegant dance step. Melissa used her inertia to turn around in front of the opponent, and finally finished like a dancer The final bowing action.

The arm that was supposed to cut off the opponent's head shifted a lot downwards, abruptly turning into a handshake.

"Lu, Mr. Lu Qi, nice to meet you, my name is Melissa, I am 26 years old."

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