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

"It's a pity you didn't become an intelligence agent."


Seeing Song Lan return to his side, Lu Xiang sincerely lamented that Military Intelligence Section Seven would probably wake up laughing from a dream if they could really hire someone like Song Lan.


After the conversation, Hog Foster seemed to have found a new purpose in life.


The betrayal from a former friend forced him to temporarily set aside his "concerned citizen" act and focus on the Fisher's Club.


There was no coercion or even the use of Dominate Spiritual Energy; he simply fanned the flames with a few words in front of a Hog at his lowest, successfully turning the spotlight on the Fisher's Club.


"You have all the qualities a good intelligence agent needs, except for one thing."


"You don't like business trips and overtime."


"I don't think this job suits me, no matter how much money is offered."


Chapter 692: Please Surrender Voluntarily_1