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

Early in the morning, the Minister of Internal Affairs sat in his home office, with a video playing on his computer screen.


The content of the video made him hold his breath involuntarily. He clenched his fists, failing to suppress his excitement.


The video featured a bio lab with blaring alarms where a fully armed security team, guided by researchers, stormed an entrance leading deeper into the lab.


Any viewer would mistake this video for a newly filmed horror movie.


They would undoubtedly praise the meticulous production of the lab setting: with petri dishes, research tools akin to torture devices, human specimens, and dismembered limbs.


Through the angles of surveillance cameras and security personnel, these details were revealed in detail.


Text on one of the computer screens in the video indicated the location of the incident.


Chapter 186: Genes Create the Future_1