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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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Chapter 286: Lunar Eclipse, Making Your Life Better_1

Tonight, the prosthetic hospital collaborating with Log Bar was exceptionally pleased.

Yet another fighter, whose body had been extensively modified with prosthesis, was declared dead upon arrival; they weren't interested in how the underground boxer, who had turned himself into something resembling a War Chariot, had been beaten to death without any apparent external injuries, because they had much work to do next.

For instance, they needed to dismantle the deceased's gorilla arms and subdermal armor, then, after suitable repairs and modifications, allow them to flow into the black market.

"Poorly fitted prosthesis can greatly increase the probability of the user becoming a Cyber maniac, and private prosthetic trading is strictly prohibited by law."

An untimely voice suddenly echoed through the dissection room.