Enforcer's Handbook

Just after noon, the flight from District 17 to District 2 slowly landed at the airport. The urban structure of District 2 was far from Song Lan’s imagination. A large number of urban buildings adopted the palace style. From a distance, , a magnificent fortress located in the center of the city.

That is the private territory of the Iris Consortium. Only family members and knights who have sworn allegiance to the family can enter.

Jasmine's right hand was placed on her forehead, blocking the warm spring sun.

She looked at the magnificent royal city in the distance. The designers of the Iris Consortium spent countless efforts to build this castle that blended technology and classical style.

At this moment, the entire royal city was bathed in holographic projection.

The pure white iris symbolizes the imprint of the family's supreme power, and it seems to have branded the city, as if even the power of the Council cannot interfere with the affairs of this royal city.

It was hard for Song Lan to imagine that such a place would still exist in 2167.

The towering castle seems to recall the past era of kings and nobles.

I still have some work to do, so let's leave it at that.

Jasmine knew how to speak appropriately. They chatted all the way on the plane, but they both tacitly avoided the topic of each other's purpose of coming to District 2. Their contact was more like a chat between friends.

Ivan is waiting for us, we have to start taking action.

Lu Xiang watched Jasmine go away and said something.

Ivan contacted her almost as soon as they got off the plane. There is no airtight wall in this world, and the intelligence network of MI7 has penetrated into the Iris Consortium.

But it is normal to think about it. The chairman of the review will definitely not let a big family like the Iris Consortium, which controls the core city, do nothing.

MI7 and the counter-intelligence department are institutions that are controlled by the Council and are not affected by companies and families.

But ironically, the swarm was the first to infiltrate the organization.

What Ivan left behind was not a direct address, but a series of puzzles. The three of them had to go around this unfamiliar big city several times before finally finding a bar in a remote corner. They felt like they were back in the Middle Ages.

There were no colored lights or loud music inside. The wooden tables and chairs in the hall were crookedly displayed everywhere. When he entered, Ivan was standing behind the bar in an old dress. Compared with a few months ago, Ivan was standing behind the bar. , his appearance has undergone earth-shaking changes, he has grown a mustache, and he looks as if he is more than ten years older. He has changed from an enthusiastic bartender to a calm middle-aged man.

Two shots of vodka and a shot of orange juice, that's on me.

He calmly pressed the button under the bar, and a secret passage appeared at their feet.

Ivan locked the door and put up the closing sign.

Two glasses of strong wine to pay tribute to a friend I haven’t seen for a long time.

So, two glasses of vodka went into the hands of Lu Xiang and Ye Lu respectively, and Song Lan toasted Ivan with freshly squeezed orange juice.

In his impression, Ivan was always enthusiastic. Apart from always liking to get the guests drunk, he was impeccable in his work. The Gold Digger Bar needed such a bartender.

After Ivan left District 17, Roger, Valian and Zhuang Chi often complained that the new bartender was not as good as Ivan. This made them feel inferior when they visited Ao Fei and the former mayor at the Gold Digger Bar. mean.

Aoife has always wanted to find someone who could replace Ivan, but the bartenders came back and forth between two or three, but none came close.

To our friendship.

Song Lan was the first to raise his glass.

Just wait for me.

Ivan saw through Song Lan's plot at a glance. He put down the vodka bottle in his hand and snatched the cup from Ye Lu's hand. He didn't know what the background of this child was, but she was obviously not old enough to drink. .

There is clearly something wrong with the three-drink approach.

What kind of adult would hand a full glass of vodka to a child without a blush or a heartbeat?

Old Song, isn't this right?

Ivan's eyes darkened, but his attitude towards wine was pious and serious.

There's nothing wrong. I think you haven't seen me for a long time, so you're confused?

Faced with Ivan's questioning, Song Lan calmly said, When it comes to cocktail parties, I always sit at the child's table, and you don't have to worry about her. This child's name is Yelu. She usually eats everything.

Ivan was speechless for a moment.

Because except for Song Lan, he had never seen any older man who could calmly sit at the children's table at the reception!

But soon, his attention was forced to leave Song Lan and shift to Ye Lu. Although he confiscated Ye Lu's cup, the little girl picked up the vodka bottle that he put on the chair.

Instead of drinking, she swallowed the bottle straight down.

For a moment, the little girl's mouth opened so wide that it violated the human body structure, and she swallowed something she didn't recognize directly into her stomach like a mutated creature.

This is good.

Ye Heron, who swallowed the wine bottle, quickly gave feedback. Her little face turned red and her body felt warm.

This thing called vodka is much better than energy drinks.

Don't be stunned, come on, drink this drink.

Song Lan finally drank the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and Ivan, who became groggy due to the sudden scene in front of him, also drank a glass full of strong liquor.

Song Lan is the most cunning person he has ever encountered.

Except for the first time, he was able to outwit the liquor and replace it with juice every time, which had never happened to anyone else.

I'll let you go this time. When you finish your work, you must come to my place for a drink.

Ivan couldn't remember how many times he had said this to Song Lan. It had almost become a habitual conversation when they met.

Song Lan also agreed as before, Next time, next time for sure.

Everything seemed to go back to a few months ago, when they first met at the Gold Digger Bar.

But now, their identities and positions are different, and there are still some arduous missions waiting for them to complete. This is why he called the two of them here.

Unless the evidence is conclusive, the core members of the arrogant Iris Consortium will not obediently cooperate with MI7's investigation.

If you want to investigate useful clues, you have to go deep into the castle, but you should have inquired about it when you came here. It is not easy to get into it.

Do you have any idea?

Yes, but I can't get you in together.

Ivan nodded, According to my plan, you will be the first to go in.

I?

Song Lan was stunned for a moment. He heard that only knights loyal to the Iris Consortium were eligible to enter the royal city, and even ordinary knights could only move around the periphery. Only those members of the personal guard who were responsible for maintaining security could enter the more advanced areas. In the inner area, we met the core members of the Iris Consortium.

He is very self-aware, and he has never possessed any noble spirit belonging to a knight. How can I, Song Lan, be so virtuous?

I had no chance, but I heard that you are good at cooking.

Ivan's eyes were blazing, You should have heard about Isabel. She has had no appetite since she returned to District 2 and was confined at home. In order to cheer her up, her mother is recruiting excellent chefs in the city. The city has already A lot of executive chefs from high-end restaurants have been there and they all ended up failing.”

Then I'll have no chance.

No, you have.

Unexpectedly, it was not Ivan who refuted him, but Lu Xiang, You are much better than the chefs in those high-end restaurants.

These words come from my heart.

Having been with Song Lan for such a long time, she had never questioned him about his level of fishing, killing, and cooking.

“I’ve been to a lot of high-end restaurants in core cities and they’re not as good as yours.”

But……

Old Song, I believe you.

Ivan patted Song Lan on the shoulder to show encouragement. At the same time, he quietly stuffed a small bottle of powdered medicine into Song Lan. You can give medicine if necessary, but how to bring it in? You need to think about it yourself.”

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Ninety-nine of the small theaters:

A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Wednesday, in the evening.

Song Lan discovered a serious problem. No matter how witty he was, Lu Xiang always wanted to be one step ahead, always giving him a fatal blow at an unexpected moment.

This feeling of being manipulated is not pleasant.

Therefore, he decided to face Lu Xiang today.

Lao Lu, let me ask you a question, where did you learn these military theories?

I work in counter-intelligence and I usually deal with the most cunning people in the coalition government.

But, I think I'm also very cunning.

He was corrupting staff in various departments under the eyes of the Council. Corporate Supremacy was about to be completely replaced by the Salted Fish Platform, a feat that no cunning criminal in the coalition government had ever accomplished.

Indeed... do you want to hear the truth?

think.

We have a theory. If both parties are equally intelligent, the ultimate competition is inner consciousness, that is, the determination to achieve the goal. Obviously, my consciousness will be higher than yours.

That's not necessarily the case...

Song Lan's voice stopped suddenly.

Because Lu Xiang's hand gently rested on his thigh, she didn't say anything, but her eyes expressed everything.

Seeing this, she put her mouth close to Song Lan with satisfaction and breathed into his ear, Many times, you just don't admit it.

This time, Song Lan swallowed and said nothing again.