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

"What happens if the work cannot be completed on time?"


"For those prisoners who cannot be killed by conventional means, their subsequent life becomes extremely miserable."


Song Lan suddenly realized, "The prisoners in C Area are essentially the laborers for those in D Zone, working 23.5 hours a day to afford the prisoners in D Zone a more comfortable life!"


"Originally, D Zone didn't exist; it is the result of the evolution of this area. At first, we set up a mechanism at the border between B Area and C Area. Once the prisoners from B Area successfully escaped, the way back would be completely sealed. But later, we found that we didn't need to lift a finger; the prisoners from D Zone would do everything in their power to trap those from C Area there."


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