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

Looking at the off-road vehicle parked downstairs, "Heavy Cannon" couldn't help but ask.


He admitted that when Song Lan said he was going to pull out all the stops, he did have great expectations. He imagined that the other party would produce some super awesome weapon that could blast a hole in Wild Bone's chest with one shot.


He immediately had "Heavy Metal Rock" disconnect, then called back "Ghost," who was on the rooftop on lookout duty. However, after they made their way downstairs in a swaggering procession, they realized that what Song Lan referred to as his trump card was actually just an off-road vehicle.


And it looked like one of those Rebel Clan styles from over two or three decades ago.


Song Lan nodded, "The greatest skill of every lone wolf is the ability to scoot no matter how complicated the situation becomes."


Just now, he had let Infected enter free play in a form that could carry six passengers for the mission.


Chapter 234: I am the Train King_1