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

The gunfire had lasted for more than ten seconds, until the Scarecrow was riddled with bullets, the many holes in his chest revealing a clear view of the other side.


Then, the fingers of the two security guards holding the trigger were forcibly stopped. Their skin burst open, not revealing bone, but worm-like organisms that crawled up the gun barrel like tendrils and quickly fused with the muzzle.


An eyeball sprouted at the sights, staring fixedly at Song Lan.


"This is Deputy Captain Eric saying hello to you."


Song Lan stared at the Scarecrow's ruined body. At this moment, the bullet-ridden wounds were swiftly repairing themselves.


The shattered skull visibly regenerated and the wounds on the Scarecrow's body healed within a short time. Only the cross-shaped scar at the back of his neck remained.


It seemed that the scar held significant meaning for him.


Chapter 191: Evolution Symphony_1