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

However, the nature of the murder was somewhat unusual.


For example, one of the victims at the scene was himself, and one of the murderers was his future wife, which easily reminded him of some family dramas that happened in the year 2167.


Yes, in this age of simple customs, the way people resolved family conflicts was also much more brutal than in the past. For instance, Captain Doug had told him that when they arrived at the scene of a domestic dispute, the victim had already had a hole blasted through his chest by the pellets of a shotgun.


And now, one of the murderers at the scene was carefully cradling his palm, looking at the scar across it with concern, and meticulously dabbing the wound with a cotton swab soaked in disinfectant.


"How did you get such a big cut? Doesn't it hurt?"


While talking, she exhaled a breath of warm air towards the wound.


"Engle is too suspicious, I've already sprayed on healing spray."


Chapter 617: The Impostor_1