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Enforcer Manual

In the dystopian world of 2166, District Seventeen, my current abode, earned the dubious honor of being labeled the Federation's most decrepit sector. The specter of unemployment looms large... The count of missing individuals steadily climbs... A relentless tide of fugitives... As many people say, Enforcer is the most dangerous career on this planet. And I, unfortunately, have become one. (Cyberpunk + Post-apocalyptic, four completed novels over millions of words. Feel free to read in any way you wish.)

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Meanwhile, in District Four.

The arrival of Gustav made everyone in the dimly lit small room halt their actions. A girl with short, neat hair and wearing a white jacket stepped forward to greet him.

Before Gustav could speak, she asked forcefully, "Who was the person in the café this afternoon? He's not from Kolo Film Industry."

The sudden appearance of an unwelcome guest had left her anxious all afternoon.

She had witnessed the explosion at the café, but the target had not died in the blast. Not only that, but her foster mother also miraculously survived it.

A few hours later, her foster mother had found their safe house, but she couldn't clearly explain what happened in that instant; by the time she regained her senses, she found herself in the alley behind the café.

"An old friend,"

Gustav said, "You don't need to worry about him."