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

Ophir stood unyielding at the door, her eyes cold and piercing. Her sixth sense was usually accurate, and this time, it told her that the man standing before her bore no good intentions.


"Ophir, manager of Gold Diggers' Bar, who has long been supplying information to criminal organizations such as Chai Ke, 'Mouse', and 'Viper', you have been bolstering the city's crime forces. According to the United Government's law, I would have every right to sentence you to death... However, the reason you're still standing here is because I have more pressing matters today."


At this point, Pero's voice rose, "Lyon Seabot, this is very much in line with your usual style. Even now, you're still hiding behind a woman."


Ophir squinted her eyes, glaring at Pero with murderous intent.


Just when she was about to give the order to her thugs, the bar's back door was thrown open.


Chapter 109: Enthusiastic Citizens Must Die_1