Enforcer's Handbook

Time control is an extremely convenient and powerful ability.

You can use it for resting and cooking, or you can freeze time when someone goes upstairs, then move him back to where he was before, putting him in a situation where he can never make it up the stairs.

Of course, you can also be in the blind spot of the opponent's field of vision forever like now.

"I believe you have heard of the name of this game. The name of this game is I Ask You Answer. The rules of the game are very simple. When I ask a question, you need to give me a satisfactory answer within 15 seconds."

The voice in my ears rang again.

"Don't be a fool!"

Although he was at the end of his rope, Fatty's attitude was still tough, "You were sent by people from Kolo Pictures, right? It's useless. Even if you hack our website or kill me, it won't change." What’s going to happen tomorrow night!”

Among the criminals Song Lan had encountered, the fat man in front of him was definitely a tough guy.

He had already made the decision to die generously.

"However, there are many things in this world that are far more terrible than death."

Hearing this, the fat man's pupils shrank, and his hand reached for his backpack without thinking.

There was a loaded gun inside. When he was desperate, the bullets inside could greatly reduce his pain. He knew that many rescuers took pleasure in torturing others. Those who committed crimes during the operations of the "outside world" Many horrific crimes were committed, but they were all covered up by the coalition government.

When they return, they can still enjoy their reputation as heroes.

Never play into the hands of The Rescuers and Khloe Films - that's what they agreed on.

And the moment he had imagined countless times came. The fat man held the gun hidden in his bag in his hand. This time he did not try to target the uninvited guest who broke into his apartment, but bit it with lightning speed. the barrel.

"boom--!"

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, knowing that once the other party reacted, he would be deprived of the right to die.

Fatty remembered someone telling him that death is not scary.

Even the pain won't last long, because his consciousness will soon fall into chaos and eventually fade into nothingness.

But now, he didn't even feel pain, he only smelled the smell of gunpowder that choked his nose.

"Nice try."

The heart-stopping sound echoed in Fatty's ears again, as if it had been chasing him from the real world to hell. After coming back to his senses, Fatty lowered his head and looked at the gun he was holding tightly in disbelief.

He did pull the trigger, and the bullet left a clearly visible bullet hole in the wall behind him.

The bullet passed through his head without leaving any substantial wounds.

"Question one, why did you attack the rescuer?"

Fatty heard the first question.

But before he could speak, he felt his right hand sink, and a huge force pressed half of his body to the ground. A painful and itchy feeling started from his fingertips and spread throughout his body.

When the fat man looked at his left hand that seemed to be glued to the floor, he saw a scene that he would never forget - the growing granulation covered his palm, merging his entire hand with the floor. A bloodshot eyeball grew out of the back of his hand, and this eyeball was staring at him.

He let out a strange cry, "What, what is this!?"

The fat man tried his best to pull his hands off the floor and get rid of the creepy substance, but any struggle was in vain.

He even felt that what he saw was not reality, but a scene that could only appear in horror movies.

"You have ten seconds left before your arm is fused to the apartment floor forever."

"Asking questions knowingly!"

The fear of the unknown made Fatty raise his voice, and he almost yelled, "Look at this city, this is why!"

"You mean this city? What happened to this city?"

The painful and itchy feeling was reduced a bit. The fat man saw the right moment and twitched hard, and actually pulled his hand out of the corrupted floor. He rolled and crawled back for a long distance, until he finally He had to stop when his back pressed against the computer case.

Before that, some of them called the rescuers demons in human skin, but it was not until today that Fatty realized the huge difference between the two.

Just now, he felt a sense of oppression that seemed to come from another species.

It's like a psychic, but also like the aberrant monsters created by mad scientists in biological laboratories.

Obviously, the aberration monster has not left. It is still corrupting the floor of the apartment and extending towards itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The time left for him was limited, and the fat man realized that he had to give an answer to another question before these growing flesh buds surrounded him.

"Because this is a city built on lies, and someone has to wake people up from these false dreams!"

"So, your approach is to kill a few unrelated actors and then create a few more murders?"

“These are the only steps that lead to the ultimate path.”

The fat man was firm.

Of course, this was all within Song Lan's expectation.

In order to realize their "great cause", the people in front of them dare to sacrifice their lives at any time.

Just when he was about to continue the quiz game, the roar from outside the window interrupted the conversation between the two.

The armored hover vehicle hovered in front of the window of Fatty's apartment, and dazzling searchlights shone into the room.

Immediately afterwards, the people on the armored hover vehicle showed their intention with intensive firepower. They seemed not to care whether the firepower would affect other people. In the blink of an eye, all the furniture in Fatty's apartment was smashed into sieves.

After the shooting stopped, a row of tear gas canisters was released.

The Gundam figure covered with black and gold exoskeleton armor jumped off the armored hover vehicle, and the propulsion device allowed him to stop smoothly in the messy apartment.

"Troy, I know you're in there."

A voice that was extremely familiar to Song Lan came from under the mask.

"Black Sand" was a series he watched when he was still in the logistics department, and the hero in the film was breaking into the room in the same way he appeared in the film.

He called the fat man's name, "Come out, hiding is useless."

Yet there was indeed silence in response to him.

The sophisticated biometric system failed and showed that the room was empty.

But more than ten seconds ago, he clearly recognized two biological information, and one of them was Troy, the target of his operation.

For a moment, it was hard for him to imagine how a fat man who had lacked exercise for a long time could escape under his nose in such a short period of time.

Small theater one hundred and eighty-three:

It was Friday evening on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year.

Recently, under the influence of Song Lan, the children led by Yelu have become keen on watching small animal training videos.

But each of them had a different mood when watching the video.

For example, the child Ye Lu was simply curious about what the food looked like before it was put on the plate. For this reason, Song Lan criticized her more than once and made a new rule.

It is forbidden to discuss food-related topics while watching small animal videos.

On this day, Lu Xiang finally asked curiously, "Why, are you planning to buy a small animal and raise it recently?"

Pets in 2167 are not cheap, and they are also dangerous.

News often appears on TV about small animals mutating and killing their owners.

"No."

Song Lan waved her hand, "It won't last more than a few days after I buy it."

The child Yelu doesn't go to school, and stays at home every day.

If you buy a small animal, it may disappear for some mysterious reasons within a few days.

"Then why do you always look at these?"

"Relax, look how cute they are when they are young?"

Lu Xiang thoughtfully said, "I didn't expect you also like cute things."

"Everyone likes cute things."

"So."

Lu Xiang's expression became serious, "Cat or fox, which one do you like more?"