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

Without a doubt, most of those carrying out this road robbery were novices, which is why Angle deduced that there was a very high probability that they would not hesitate to strafe the back row should they feel that the situation inside the carriage was spiraling out of control.


After all, they hadn't intended to leave any survivors from the start.


However, strafing in such a confined space was undoubtedly foolish, as it could easily lead to friendly fire and there was a high chance of getting hit by ricochets.


It seemed inconceivable that all the Road Tyrants had died from crossfire or stray bullet mishaps; it was a one in ten million chance, something even movies wouldn't dare to depict, yet it had become reality.


He had merely disarmed them and done nothing else; all the Road Tyrants had died by their own or their teammates' hands.


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