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 sudden downpour trapped all the Law Enforcers working overtime over the weekend inside the department manor, and many had already begun discussing whether the rainstorm, like the previous heavy fog, represented the activity of some unknown power.


The arrival of one person confirmed their speculation.


A sedan, bearing the insignia of the Special Case Investigation Bureau with a battered body and roof as if it had braved a hail of bullets on the battlefield, sped through the rain to stop at the entrance of the Law Enforcement Manor.


This scene immediately drew the Law Enforcers' utmost attention, as they quickly hypothesized about an Agent from the Special Case Investigation Bureau who might have been shot while on duty.


However, the person who got out of the driver's seat caught them off guard.


It was none other than Song Lan, the dual head of the Psychological Counseling and Publicity Department.


Chapter 505: I Am Definitely a Good Person_1