Enforcer's Handbook

Although Hogg's career is related to the judicial system, he never participates in the process of solving cases because it is too trivial for a person of his level. He only needs to stay in his office , blowing the air conditioner, waiting for others to sort out the results of the investigation and submit them to me.

As for people like Allman...he wouldn't keep his eyes on them for a second longer.

At least, that's how he used to be.

Now, Hogg didn't know what had happened to him. He actually read the case files himself like a law enforcer from a grassroots department.

It was not difficult to get these files. With just a phone call, the law enforcement department of the First District would send them over. But when he studied in depth, he found that these cases were not simple.

He also called up the obedience index of these thugs, the lowest of which was above 75, and the obedience index of Orman, who was killed on the spot, was as high as 92. It was a coincidence that one person fell ill, but in the past few days, There must be some kind of ulterior conspiracy behind so many cases.

Hogg believes that Lucy's concerns are correct, and this may indeed be the work of an evil stand-in.

As the investigation deepened, he discovered some more unusual details.

According to the formal procedures, in the past, such cases had to be handled by the law enforcement department first. When they were unable to subdue the rioters, they would use the violent terrorist mobile unit. However, in recent cases, the law enforcement department has been skipped and the violent terrorist mobile unit was used. The team came forward directly, and the result was in line with the consistent style of the violent terrorist mobile team.

All the thugs were shot dead on the spot.

Hogg personally experienced one of the attacks. In his opinion, Allman was just an ordinary person who transformed his hand into a pistol. The danger was so high that the Terrorist Mobile Team did not need to come forward.

Some people want to silence them through the hands of the Terrorist Mobile Team.

If law enforcement agencies come forward, they may use weapons such as tranquilizer bombs to capture the rioters alive.

When all the clues were connected, Hogg finally realized that They are rushing me that Allman shouted yesterday was not entirely the imagination of a psychotic patient. What really happened to him caused him to fall into into a state of madness, and this... seems more like their usual method.

Hogg asked himself, if he wanted to cover up these secrets, he would probably resort to the same tactics.

If he hadn't personally intervened, these cases would have been suppressed by the law enforcement department indefinitely, and they had a tacit understanding and did not continue to send people to pursue them.

Time will make people forget everything.

When someone looks at this months or even years from now, they will only know that there was a time in District 1 when the probability of thugs showing up was increased.

Hogg called the law enforcement department again, and as expected, got an important clue.

The Council once issued an order to them. These cases were solely handled by the Terrorist Mobile Team, and they were told not to interfere. Since the higher-ups had spoken, they happily obeyed the order, and even the bodies of the thugs were not sent to the bureau. , but was directly handled by the members of the Terrorist Mobile Team.

He knew there was one person who could answer all his questions.

So this morning, Jock once again received a phone call that made him confused.

Recently, nothing good happens every time he answers the phone, which almost makes him suffer from PTSD.

And Hogg-Foster's behavior once again exceeded his expectations, completely refreshing his understanding of this old friend, What, you said you were investigating Allman's case? What did you smoke? Feng, suddenly want to role-play as a law enforcer?

I just need to know a name.

Don't ask any more about this matter.

Jock thought of last night's attack and guessed that Hogg might have been a suspect. He felt that someone wanted to assassinate him, so he explained, Yesterday's incident was just an accident. The person was killed. If you don't feel relieved, the corpse is still there. If he hasn’t been dealt with, how about I ask someone to take him to your apartment?”

There was a brief silence on both sides.

After a moment, Hogg asked, Jock, why do you know that the body has not been disposed of yet?

Jock is not even a member of the judicial system. With his status, it is impossible for him to pay attention to the details of the handling of these cases.

He already had the answer in his mind.

Friend, you are too suspicious. I have already said that this is not directed at you, it is completely an accident. No one knew that you would go back to her hospital with Lucy late at night.

...Your target was originally Lucy?

It has nothing to do with Lucy, it was a complete accident!

Lucy and Hogg had tortured him a lot in the past two days, but because of his status as a high-level council, he had to pay attention to each other's mental state. It was impossible for the club to let a mentally ill person replace the vacant position of Secretary-General, No one No one wants to assassinate you, and no one wants to assassinate Lucy, she is just a psychiatrist.”

Hogg did not refute, which was regarded as accepting Jock's accidental theory.

He carefully studied the previous attack cases. Those who were brutally killed by the thugs were either their superiors or people who had issues with them at work. There was indeed no clear direction.

Then what is their purpose?

Listen, if you really have nothing to do recently, go find a club to exercise, or attend more social drinking parties. Find a way to have some fun for yourself, and don't cause trouble for yourself.

This time it's trouble that's finding me.

All right……

Jock sighed helplessly. He understood Hogg's character. It was really difficult for him to swallow such a breath when someone pointed a gun at his head. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, he said, Remember? Is she the expert I mentioned at the party that day? She has some innocuous and bad tastes, and it’s better to turn a blind eye to some things, isn’t it?”

I see.

Hogg did not make a clear statement on the phone. The direction of the matter was basically the same as he imagined, and the identity of the evil stand-in seemed to be revealed.

That's right, Hogg.

Before he was about to hang up the phone, Jock suddenly stopped him, If I were you, I would stay away from the Terrorist Mobile Team recently.

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At the same time, the office building of the violent terrorist mobile team.

It's lunch break.

Melissa at the desk glanced out the window, habitually took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer, took out two capsules and swallowed them.

This is a special medicine for mania, and almost every team member has a bottle of it.

The doctor said that this was good for them and could temporarily suppress cyberpsychosis. After a few seconds, her restless heart gradually calmed down, and her rapid breathing calmed down.

Melissa never imagined that after shaving more than a dozen people on the street with a thermal cutting blade, instead of being sent to prison and shot, she would instead become a public official in the coalition government.

In Internet terms, she was hitting it at the right time.

The Senate passed the bill on the Mobile Terrorist Team. Some people believe that grassroots law enforcement departments need to form a special team that can respond to attacks by cyber lunatics. One of the solutions they thought of was to have those who have undergone drug treatment. The cases are handled by former cybermaniacs who get better.

No training costs are required, waste is recycled, and no additional losses will be caused even if it is scrapped during work.

This is consistent with the coalition government's consistent approach.

But Melissa doesn't hate this profession. On the contrary, the news she wants to hear most every day is that a cybermaniac has attacked a certain neighborhood.

But this is the first area.

Because of that abominable obedience index, even if someone is driven crazy by work, most of them will commit suicide and leave the world quietly. It was not until recently that Melissa felt that she had hope in life again.

The only fly in the ointment is that the quality of the thugs I've encountered lately has been less than satisfactory.

They are no different from ordinary people with guns. Even if they take their bodies apart, they cannot find a few military-grade prosthetic parts, and there is no way for them, experts who even dream about how to cut people, to experience it. Exciting feeling.

but……

From an ordinary person's perspective, this should not be a good sign.

This showed that her condition was getting worse again.

The medicine calmed Melissa down from her agitation and reminded her of business.

Huh? Captain Melissa, are you getting off work so early today?

Seeing her getting up, the person under her hand couldn't help but say, According to the recent momentum, there may be another attack case this afternoon.

You go ahead, I've made an appointment with a psychiatrist.

Melissa admitted that she hesitated. The team member's words made her suddenly have the idea of ​​​​putting aside the psychiatrist and participating in the operation in the afternoon.

After all, she restrained her inner impulse and told the team members, Go ahead. If a case occurs... remember to record it and send a copy to me.

Do not worry.

The team members gave her a no problem gesture, shooting from multiple angles, guaranteed to satisfy you.

…

The atmosphere in the Terrorist Mobile Team is always harmonious, even much more harmonious than the atmosphere in most normal companies, because those who are qualified to gather here are all like-minded, and the topic they usually discuss most in the office is Human Anatomy,” and Melissa is the best at it.

Captain, why did she suddenly think of seeing a psychiatrist?

After Melissa left, someone suddenly asked.

I don't know... maybe you're in love?

Someone answered, You may not believe me. I saw the captain drawing his eyebrows in the bathroom before. Have you ever seen the captain dress up before?

The team members were amazed.

Their work does not require makeup. They all wear combat uniforms and helmets when going on missions, so others can't tell what they look like.

But at the same time, they sympathized with the captain's love interest, and everyone had a malicious smile on their face.

Sleeping with the captain?

Someone booed, Isn't he afraid that when he wakes up, he will find that he has been cut into pieces?

People's laughter filled the office, which was filled with joy.