Taogu

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

But hasn't the regular army of the Sixth Nation almost entirely been replaced by military combat robots?


After Song Lan announced his identity, the security at Tombstone Pub didn't continue to block him, instead making way for him.


Almost the moment he entered, a pungent smell of frozen meat assaulted his nostrils. Although summer was nearly upon them, the Tombstone was cold like an ice cellar, and the dim blue lighting added to the atmosphere, making it seem like a morgue. Coupled with the unlucky name, Song Lan really didn't know what kind of owner would design their bar this way.


It was obvious that this wasn't a place for drinking and having fun.


The bar's layout was somewhat similar to Gold Diggers' Bar in District Seventeen, with the bar divided into multiple private rooms where business was conducted.


Chapter 229: So You're the Famous Counter-Terrorism Expert?_1