Enforcer's Handbook

clown.

In the past few months, these two words have been accompanying Hogg-Foster. Under the publicity of the innovative media led by the Ragus Foundation, the reputation of the Foster family has been affected. The unprecedented impact, and his subsequent wrong decisions, including the death of the six-star rescuer Huang Gu, made his conservative colleagues criticize him.

Even his status in the family was shaken because of this. The younger generation believed that he had ruined the reputation of the Foster family, and on various occasions they tactfully expressed their hope that he would take the initiative to retire and not end up messing up the situation. Too ugly.

The fall of the Iris Consortium not long ago only exacerbated Hogg's anxiety.

He feels the need to emphasize one thing to everyone - he is Hogg Foster, not the Joker!

Those were all used by the hostile factions to stigmatize him, and the trigger that led them to this step by step was that enthusiastic citizen who was extremely hateful.

Hogg-Foster hated the enthusiastic citizens even more than the reformists who opposed them everywhere. All the failures they had experienced in the past few months were directly or indirectly related to the enthusiastic citizens related.

The main reason why he has been reluctant to retire is that he has a strong premonition that once he loses the power in his hands, everything that happened to the enthusiastic citizens and the 17th District will become an eternal mystery. , it is very likely that he will not know the true face of the Foster family's enemies until he dies.

There are also great differences within the family on this issue.

Many people think that he is crazy. In a situation where a full-scale war may break out between the conservatives and the reformists at any time, they simply don’t want to provoke another dangerous person. On this issue, the chairman of the review seems to be adhering to the principle of keeping things quiet. attitude - whenever he wanted to use the power of the Senate to investigate enthusiastic citizens, he would be opposed by the reformists and the Senate President.

But now, the chairman of the jury is dead.

The Secretary-General was also assassinated by an unknown person in his office. The circumstances of his death were exactly the same as those of Chaico, Dominus and the informants he planted. These are undoubtedly important clues pointing to the murderer.

Mr. Hogg, please come in.

He didn't know how long he waited in the magnificent lounge. It was not until everything was quiet outside that the sweet-looking secretary came in and informed him.

Hogg subconsciously glanced at the time on his watch.

23:49.

For people in District 1, this is far from a time for rest. Working overtime is the norm in their lives.

Jock.

As soon as he entered, he showed great enthusiasm for his old friend, the man known as Jock, one of his few remaining friends.

Hogg warmly opened his arms to his good brother as usual. However, this time, although the other party was smiling, he calmly extended his right hand, refused the hug, and replaced it with a polite handshake.

This made the atmosphere in the office a little awkward for a time. Hogg-Foster seemed to feel something and changed to shaking hands. The smile from the heart quickly turned into a hypocritical fake smile. He said, Congratulations on becoming a member of the High Council.

Let's be honest, why do you want to come to me so late?

I saw the news of the murder of the Secretary-General at home, and I felt deeply saddened.

The secretary-general is a capable person and we did not expect to lose him at this time.

However, the living must bear his will and move forward... I have studied the charter of the High Council. According to the regulations, I need three people to be my introducers. Jock, we have known each other for so many years, You should know what I’m capable of.”

Becoming a member of the High Council will be the beginning of his destiny.

Hogg was completely sober when he was on the plane. He imagined that after filling the vacancy left by the Secretary-General, he would use the clues in his hands to lead the high-level council to find out the real culprit who assassinated the Secretary-General step by step - —In the coalition government, this is an unpardonable capital crime.

In this way, he not only avenged District 17, but also showed sufficient strength at the beginning of the High Council.

And now he had a strong premonition.

There are only three referral spots left before he and Hogg-Foster make a comeback.

His good brother Jock will definitely help him at this critical moment...

Hogg, about this.

However, what Hogg didn't expect was that his good brother Jock actually showed a troubled expression at this easy task. The other party said, Hogg, I think you may not be qualified for high-level tasks in your current state. You have worked hard for most of your life in the high-intensity work of the Parliament, and it’s time for you to take a break.”

Rest!?

Hogg never expected that his good brother would say such words, and he was a little incoherent for a moment.

What is the difference between this and being slapped while walking down the street and pretending that nothing happened?

If he could even swallow this breath, not to mention the gangsters from the Ragus Foundation, even his colleagues from other families would probably look down on him.

Jock, you know how they've been slandering me over the last few months!

Hogg said sternly.

I know, but you have to know that the problem of Desolate Bones has caused many people to criticize you.

Fuck them, a bunch of cowards. I only need three recommendations so that I can successfully enter the High Council. Jock, you just need to nod. I will figure out a way for the other two recommendations myself!

Sorry, I can't help you.

The clear rejection made Hogg's eyes widen, and he stood stunned for several seconds. Only then did he notice that after the polite handshake, Jock quietly retreated behind his desk, letting the conversation be seen. It sounded like we were talking about business.

It had been a long time since we met, but Jock never put down the work at hand as he did in the past. He warmly invited him to go out for a drink, and the two chatted together until midnight.

He now needs the spiritual comfort from his friends to help him get through this unprecedented low point in his life.

But now, he is no longer sure whether the people in front of him who have known him well for decades can still be called friends.

The two just looked at each other until more than ten seconds later, Hogg suddenly laughed, Jock, are you kidding me? I admit that I was almost fooled by you. Please give me your recommendation quota. We haven’t seen each other for so long, I’ll treat you to a drink.”

In his imagination, Jock should laugh tacitly with him, then sit down somewhere and leave all his unhappiness and depression behind, as he had done in the past.

But this time, Jock didn't laugh.

He had an indifferent look on his face, and there wasn't even a false smile on his face. He just watched helplessly as Hogg's smile gradually stiffened, and eventually turned into an even more suffocating silence.

clown.

These two words appeared in Hogg's mind again.

And compared to the slander from hostile factions, the rejection from former friends is the most chilling.

It made him feel as if an invisible sharp knife had pierced his heart.

Jock's tone was as cold as ever. In fact, except for the fake smile at the beginning, he had always maintained a cold expression towards Hogg, Hogg, in your current state, you cannot adapt to the high-intensity work of the High Council. Work.

Jock, are you serious?

The backstab from his friend left Hogg almost breathless. According to his idea on the plane, he should have found a quiet place to sit down with Jock now and take out the intelligence he had about the enthusiastic citizens Give the other party details.

Hogg, I have another meeting next, so I won't keep you here.

Jock's answer not only proved that he was serious, but also tactfully conveyed that he didn't want to waste his time on Hogg.

Jock...Congressman Jock.

Hogg stared at Jock, who was sitting back at his desk. The latter had already put his eyes on the computer screen, treating him as if he were nothing.

You will regret this.

Apart from these words, Hogg couldn't think of what to say for a while.

What makes him even more confused is that if even Jock rejects him, then the remaining places will be even more impossible.

However, Jock didn't seem to take his words to heart. He didn't even look at Hogg. Hogg gritted his teeth and walked out of Jock's office with vain steps. The side effects of alcohol seemed to be here. A moment later, the orderly order in the office actually frightened Hogg for a moment, making him want to leave this environment as soon as possible.

He began to have tinnitus, and his thinking slowed down for half a beat due to the tinnitus.

Three recommended places,

Two other colleagues who need to visit,

and revenge against “concerned citizens.”

All his plans on the plane were thrown out of his mind at this moment. At this moment, there was only one thing left in his mind.

He needs wine, lots and lots of wine.

The amount is enough to make people forget everything and help him get through this low point in his life.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Hogg's hazy vision seemed to see a young man in a suit passing him.

Under the recommendation of his secretary, the young man walked into Jock's office with his head held high, and at that moment when he passed by, he discovered that this young man in a suit and ties were the same as the enthusiastic citizens he had imagined. The image is exactly the same.

Hogg instinctively turned around, but could only see the other person's back, which was quickly blocked by the closed door in the office.

The lively atmosphere of conversation in the office was conveyed to him even through a door.

Hogg vaguely heard keywords such as high-level council and recommended quota. For a moment, he wanted to turn around and break in to question Jock or scold him bloody.

But then he realized what he needed more now.

What he needed was not far away. He took the elevator back to the first floor and then walked less than five hundred meters.

There was a bar there where he and Jock used to go.

Hogg quickened his pace and escaped from this place that frightened him.

Hopefully, the bar is still open.

It’s my birthday today, and I went out with relatives during the day, which also gave me half a day off. If nothing else happens, today’s daily update of 7,000 should be maintained!