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 the same time, within the borders of the Third Nation, at the headquarters of the Barrosa Group.


The atmosphere in the conference room at the top of the spiral tower was gruesomely silent, the blood splattered across the projection screen, covering the portraits on the screen.


The third seat from the long bench was empty.


All attendees were stunned, looking towards the chairman's seat. The chairman raised his right hand, missing one finger. The blood on the projection screen was left there when his finger was brutally severed.


However, the man sitting in the chairman's seat seemed to be oblivious to the pain. He was staring deeply at his right hand.


Just a moment ago, Scarecrow was killed.


This news was conveyed to him in the most direct way possible, meaning their strategic plans for the Twelfth Nation might be compromised.


"Big Boss, do you need me to go there?"


Chapter 193: Pay Attention to Impacts_1