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

At present, an act of illegitimate infringing was taking place in the East District.


The victim this time was a youth with a friendly face, riding a blue-grey bicycle.


The youth, pushing his bicycle, was cornered by several street thugs with ferocious expressions.


Faced with several thugs laughing menacingly at him, Song Lan could not help but lament that the East District deserved to be known as the most chaotic area of the Seventeen Districts. He was just cycling on the road, not bothering anyone, yet he was targeted.


"Kid, I feel annoyed just seeing you riding around on your bike."


The head of the thugs, holding a baseball bat, took a step forward. "Is this bike new? What would happen if I did this?"


He wildly waved his baseball bat, striking hard towards the handle of the MK-II.


In the next moment, the leader of the thugs felt his hand go numb. The recoil sent the baseball bat soaring a dozen meters away, landing on the ground with a crisp "clang."


Chapter 107: Reflection of the Future_1