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

He understood the feelings of the researcher.


Presenting products passionately to guests, only to face a lack of interest was tough, especially since his main occupation seemed to be in scientific research, not sales.


More likely, this poor soul was under his boss's pressure and had to improvise to present products to a group of fierce Rebel Army officers to avoid getting fired.


That's why Song Lan always said that workers should band together, or else they would be led by the nose by capitalists.


The researcher indeed showed a grateful expression, "The Brotherhood comes with sincerity, and hidden in the snacks we prepared for you is the secret of evolution. I assure you, the process will be completely unnoticeable, and you won't even realize they are there."


Regrettably, his enthusiasm did not receive the appropriate response, and upon hearing that the snacks had been tampered with, the Rebel Army officers disdainfully pushed their plates aside.


Chapter 894: The Villain Must Keep Up with the Times_2