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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 323: Caveman Joke_1

In the Fourth Neutral Country, there was one topic that was absolutely forbidden.

Because of this topic, every month a number of people would mysteriously disappear, their names added to the list of the missing.

And yet, some never learned their lesson.

The reason the Old Quarter was known as the "Garbage Disposal Plant" was primarily that from time to time, they needed to dispose of some fools sent by the information department.

Igor's family was a classic example, just another unfortunate soul sent here because of Caveman jokes, after the propaganda and discussions about living on the surface had been banned. Some, who believed themselves to be humorous and satirical, created jokes about the Cavemen, pretending to be Cavemen themselves, and heavily satirized the policy that forbade discussions on living above ground.

And what was the result?