Enforcer's Handbook

That night, in District 17, Pole Star Bar.

The colorful magic ball lights, the music so loud that the melody can no longer be recognized, and the people twisting their bodies selflessly on the dance floor. For everyone here, this is a place where they can forget all their worries and just feel their own existence. A place where once you enter the gate, everything outside will have nothing to do with you.

If you can't completely liberate yourself here, the bar is also equipped with corresponding packages.

Like the little white pills you can only buy on the black market.

How does that old saying come about?

It only takes one to transform you into an immortal.

At this moment, the vendors have already locked in their target tonight.

A short-haired woman was lying on the bar counter after being drunk. There was a strangely large suitcase beside her. Her eyes were blurry and her cheeks were red. She was obviously too drunk.

These characteristics are enough for veteran peddlers of banned drugs to deduce her basic information.

A foreigner, and most likely a stowaway.

District 17, which is located on the border, is such a place. People inside always want to go out to pan for gold, while people from the outside are desperately trying to get in.

But what's the use of coming in?

Without legal status and unable to find a place to live, he could only wander the streets dragging his heavy suitcase.

The drug dealers seemed to be able to see through the plight of the short-haired woman with just one look - after their illusions about coming to District 17 were shattered, they dragged their suitcases and came here with little money left.

Because, Pole Star Bar can always help you forget all your troubles.

You said you wanted to drink?

The short-haired woman's blurred gaze moved to the black suitcase next to the chair, No, no, you're not old enough to drink yet.

He actually talked to the suitcase. Are you hallucinating?

The drug dealer couldn't help but have a sinister smile on his face. This woman exuded the aura of a big fat sheep all over her body.

It looks like it doesn't cost much, so the face should be original. If you use this as a gimmick, you might be able to win a lot of VIPs if you send it to a nightclub.

He didn't know why those rich and powerful people liked to be original, but as long as he could make money, he was happy for those people to have as many hobbies as possible.

The drug dealer saw the opportunity, sat down next to the short-haired woman, and ordered two glasses of strong wine from the boss. When the short-haired woman didn't see it, he crushed the pills in his hand into powder and put them into one of the glasses of wine.

The bartender who witnessed all this not only did not warn him, but instead cast a malicious look at the drug dealer.

When the guests sitting at the bar saw the drug dealer coming, they drank all the wine in their glasses and hurriedly left this place of right and wrong.

My beautiful lady, you look troubled.

The words were the same, but they were very effective for someone who was new to District 17 and had no friends. He pushed the drugged liquor over, Here, I'll buy you a drink.

Thank you, thank you, but I've had too much to drink today.

The short-haired woman turned her face sideways, pursed her lips and smiled. When she met those fiery pupils, the drug dealer who thought he had countless women was also startled. Those pupils seemed to have the power to captivate people, making his heart beat faster. It was half a beat slower.

Excellent!

These two words were all that remained in the drug dealer's mind.

If you can introduce her to the nightclub, you can definitely make a lot of money!

It's so uncomfortable, I have to go back -

Because she was drunk, the short-haired woman spoke in a long voice. Although she said she wanted to go back, her eyelids were drooped, and she was staring at the liquor handed to her by the drug dealer.

The drug dealer winked at the bartender, who immediately handed over the tablet with understanding. On it was the short-haired woman's drinking list.

It's obviously not the first time the two have cooperated like this.

One, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, um...

The woman counted the numbers on the list. After a long time, she seemed to realize what the numbers above represented, This, this is wrong, I have never ordered so many drinks.

Miss, the two glasses of wine you just ordered are high-end products that can only be purchased on the black market. What's more, the bills are issued by a sophisticated system. How could there be an error?

You must be mistaken, I-I didn't order these at all.

Miss, are you trying to renege on your debt?

The bartender's eyes darkened. He knew that for people smuggled in from the outside world, a look would be enough to scare them into confusion, This is District 17.

Don't be excited, I think this beautiful lady is here for the first time.

The drug dealer immediately acted as a peacemaker and said, Let's do this. I'll pay for her drink.

Really? You are such a good person.

You may not know something. It's difficult to move around in District 17 without money.

The drug dealer pretended to be generous and paid the bill. He also put a hand on the short-haired woman's exposed shoulder. He squeezed it gently and carefully felt the delicate touch of the woman's skin.

I happen to know a place with a good salary that will definitely allow you to live a decent life in District 17.

No, no need, I have other things to do.

It doesn't hurt to go take a look.

He would not let such a big fat sheep slip away under his nose, Be obedient, drink this glass of wine, and then come with me. I guarantee that your life will change tomorrow.

No need really.

The woman with short hair looked embarrassed.

However, the drug dealer had no intention of letting go. Instead, he tightened his grip, Believe me...

I told you no need!

The short-haired woman suddenly raised her tone, and the forgetful guests on the dance floor were brought back to reality, and they all cast inquiring glances at the bar.

The drug dealer's expression changed. He didn't want to cause too much commotion. Since the law enforcers in District 17 changed their supervisors, their living space has been reduced a lot.

Since the soft one is not enough, the only choice is the hard one.

He winked at the bartender again, but this time, the bartender didn't respond to him. Instead, he took a step back in horror and pointed at his arm with all his strength. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

The drug dealer looked along the bartender's line of sight in confusion, and what he saw was indeed a flat strip-shaped object. It seemed as if it had been squeezed by some huge force, and it became a plane as thin as A4 paper. .

When a sharp pain surged into the drug dealer's brain, he finally confirmed what the object was.

That's his arm.

The drug dealer instinctively opened his mouth, but before he could scream, an empty glass was stuffed into his mouth, and several of his teeth were chipped.

Tears and blood were mixed together, and only broken pleas for mercy could come out of his mouth.

I will pay you back the money.

The short-haired woman pushed away the man's flat arm as if it were trash. The arm had lost its strength and was dangling in front of her like a thin piece of paper.

She reached inside her clothes and groped for a moment, but what she took out was not money, but a poster with her photo on it.

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million.

The drug dealer subconsciously counted the long series of numbers under the photo.

Reward order:

Fine-Elnim

1.73 million watts

Life or death

In the drug dealer's horrified eyes, this poster was pressed on his face.

The short-haired woman's voice, accompanied by the smell of alcohol, penetrated from the other end of the poster.

Is this enough?

At present, the heart rate of both characters has exceeded 400, and the fourth small theater has been unlocked:

Small Theater Four:

A certain day, a certain year, a certain day, a weekend, in the evening.

After a busy afternoon, a sumptuous dinner was served, and the smell of meat filled the whole room.

Lu Xiang admired the attractive and colorful food, and the skills of famous chefs were nothing better than this.

When Song Lan took her seat, she suddenly asked, By the way, there is one thing I have never asked you. Why did you want to learn this in the first place?

Before, every Chinese New Year, there would be a group of people targeting me for finding a girlfriend.

Looking for a girlfriend?

They all say that learning this will help you find a girlfriend.

Song Lan suddenly felt that the days when a table of people would sit together for New Year's Eve dinner had become very far away from him.

If you can bring Lu Xiang home during the Chinese New Year, everyone will be satisfied.

It's a pity that he can't take it with him. He can't even determine whether this world is in the same time and space as the 2020 he is familiar with.

Lu Xiang noticed the change in Song Lan's expression and did not let the previous question go any further. She asked instead, Then do you know what to do after you find a girlfriend?

Appreciate further details.

First step, bite this.

Lu Xiang selected a quail egg from the braised pork and put it into Song Lan's mouth.

Step two, close your eyes.

Song Lan did as he was told.

The third step, suck--