Enforcer's Handbook

Before leaving the garbage dump, Song Lan brought a few oranges from the fruit basket in the common room. Since she was going to visit Inglie, it was a bit unseemly to be empty-handed. These oranges were flown in by Falena from the orchards in the core city. You will definitely not find them in the markets of the 17th arrondissement.

Mr. Inglie, on the other hand, was completely frightened by what he discovered yesterday, and he has not recovered even now.

He arrived at a private villa according to the address investigated by Dr. Bai Zhu. All the curtains in the villa were closed. Song Lan rang the doorbell several times but no one responded until he dialed Inglie's number. Just like an underground worker, he opened the curtains on the second floor. After seeing Song Lan lingering at the door, he opened the safety lock in the front yard through remote operation.

As soon as Song Lan entered the door, the thermal cutting blade in Inglie's arm blocked him.

Medel laughed at Ingrid for being as timid as a mouse, but he was the third person after Mr. Chai Ke and Mr. Dorago Saffron who dared to gesture in front of Song Lan with a dick.

“What’s in the plastic bag?”

Inglie looked pale and asked warily.

tangerine.

Orange? Open it and let me see.

Song Lan opened the plastic bag as he said, but this obviously could not make Inglie lose his guard. He added, Eat one first.

Seeing Song Lan peel away the orange peel and put half of the orange into his mouth, Inglie swallowed, and remained in a stalemate for two or three seconds before saying, Throw over the orange and the plastic bag first.

Since he ran back to the villa last night, he hadn't slept a wink all night. Even the accompanying chef was sent back overnight. During this period, he didn't dare to contact anyone, not even his personal assistant. He was afraid that he would be raped by someone. There are creatures that look exactly like the team members.

Although he put back the thermal cutting blade, he turned around and took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen and handed it to Song Lan's hand, Take this and scratch your palm. Don't worry, there is a healing spray here.

Song Lan was left speechless by the way God Ingrid was nagging him, but this further proved that Ingrid knew a lot about worms.

For the sake of the information he knew, Song Lan forcibly suppressed the idea of ​​inserting the knife into the back of the opponent's head, and put the blade against his palm and pulled it.

Blood flowed down the wound. Ingrid held a half-toothed orange in his hand and stared at the wound on Song Lan's palm. He chanted ten times silently and saw that the wound was still bleeding, then he took out a healing spray and threw it to Song Lan. Song Lan.

Okay, you're fine, come in.

As soon as Song Lan entered the door, he locked the door. After confirming that Song Lan came by himself and no one was following him, he finally felt relieved.

The interior decoration of the villa is very luxurious. There are many posters of North Star Alliance on the walls. The glass cabinet in the living room is filled with collector's edition figures of the popular rescuers.

This should be the property of the North Star Alliance in District 17, specially used for the residence of rescuers who come here to film movies.

What happened last night? Didn't you call me there? Why did you run away first?

you do not know?

What do you know? Isn't it just a few human skins? We've seen them before when we went to crime scenes. It's no big deal.

Song Lan adopted aggressive tactics, You are a five-star rescuer, are you afraid of this?

Is that a problem with human skin? That's...

Inglie was speechless for a moment, and after hesitating for a long time, he said in a stiff tone, Anyway, if you want to survive, don't continue the investigation.

In fact, since last night, he has been in a fierce self-struggle. Reason tells him that he should leave District 17 immediately and return to the safest District 1. Anyway, the money he made before is enough for him to squander for the rest of his life. But another voice was telling him that this was his only chance to stand up. If he didn't seize this opportunity, he would be doomed to spend the rest of his life in people's scolding and ridicule.

For Inglie, who has long been short of money, social status and recognition are also indispensable.

Before he made the final decision, Song Lan came to his door.

Inglie ran away for a while, then looked up and found that Song Lan was no longer in the living room. He was standing in front of the dining table near the kitchen, frowning with a look of disgust, Where did the smell come from? It's you. made?

There was a piece of charred steak on the plate. Judging from the traces of only one bite, the taste of the steak must be inedible.

Song Lan remembered that Yinggeli asked him to throw the oranges first when he entered, and guessed that this kind of rescuer who was used to enjoying a wealthy life should be used to the food in the core city, but after driving the chef away, he I can only try it myself.

As expected, Mr. English got a piece of roasted meat G.

Don't look at it, you can't eat that thing.

Ingrid sat on the sofa and wrapped the quilt around himself, leaving only his head outside.

Cold is only one aspect. More importantly, when people huddle under the quilt, they will feel a strong sense of security.

To him, a few oranges were no different than stuffing between his teeth. He glanced at the plastic bag with only the orange peels left, feeling disappointed.

I know.

Song Lan walked into the kitchen and rummaged in the refrigerator. The refrigerator was filled with freshly delivered ingredients. He took out a steak, prepared butter, pepper, rosemary and other ingredients, and heated the pot.

The sizzling sound quickly caught Inglie's attention. His attention finally shifted to the aroma that wafted from the kitchen from time to time, and he asked in surprise, Can you still do this?

This fragrance is comparable to that of the chefs he poached from big restaurants at high prices.

The leader likes it, so he must think more about it.

You mean Lu Xiang?

Um.

With your current momentum, she will no longer be your leader soon. If nothing else happens, the company's next plan is to transfer you to the core city.

That won't work, I won't go. Song Lan shook her head, Such a good leader is not common.

Are you stupid?

Inglie got out of the quilt in a hurry, with a look of disbelief on his face, As long as you act in accordance with the company's requirements, you will have fame, power, wealth, whatever you want. When you go to the first district, there will be all kinds of beauties. And the entire council will be your backer until the limelight passes!

He now wished he could install a thought action control device on Song Lan's head and use his rich experience to operate it for Song Lan.

Here, the steak is ready.

Song Lan didn't answer Inglie's words, he put the sizzling and greasy steak on the table.

As a representative of the humane faction in the bureau, he hopes to solve the problem in a peaceful way as much as possible.

Okay, I understand.

The hungry Inglie immediately sat down at the table and stuffed the steak into his mouth hungrily, Well, not bad, you are no worse than the chefs of those big restaurants, and I didn't expect that you are quite dedicated. This is in our industry. Not common.

I'm not from your line of work.

Whatever you say.

For a moment, there was only the sound of chewing in the living room. About ten minutes later, England leaned back on the chair and finished savoring the taste of the steak.

His pale face improved, and the way he looked at Song Lan also changed slightly.

After thinking for a moment, he finally sighed and said, If you have anything to ask, just ask.