Peach Cooldown

In the dystopian world of 2166, District Seventeen, my current abode, earned the dubious honor of being labeled the Federation's most decrepit sector. 
The specter of unemployment looms large...
The count of missing individuals steadily climbs...
A relentless tide of fugitives...
As many people say, Enforcer is the most dangerous career on this planet.
And I, unfortunately, have become one. 
(Cyberpunk + Post-apocalyptic, four completed novels over millions of words. Feel free to read in any way you wish.)

Enforcer Manual

After an in-depth discussion, a vivid yet unknown figure called "Civic-Minded Citizen" gradually took shape in everyone's eyes.


The Section Chief believed that the "Civic-Minded Citizen" was someone with thick, black hair who never had to worry about going bald.


Roger thought the greatest hobby of the "Civic-Minded Citizen" was participating in the boxing matches held by various underground gyms in Sector Seventeen. He'd been appearing before people as a boxer for quite some time.


Valerian felt the "Civic-Minded Citizen" was a heavy drinker capable of consuming three bottles of the Water of Life while remaining sober, a record he had set himself.


Song Lan felt that these three should just pack up and leave.


Based on the settings proposed by the three of them, he imagined a person with thick hair who always ended up drinking heavily after boxing matches.


Apart from the thick hair, none of the other characteristics matched well.


Chapter 95: Go find it, I've hidden everything there_1