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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 390: Beware of Workplace PUA_1

The sudden greeting in a text message caused Grey Farmar's heartbeat to skip half a beat.

A few short words were enough to remind him of many things.

For example, the process by which he had single-handedly promoted Medea from a section head to the director of the external department of Cloud Biological Pharmaceutical, step by step. Because of her position, her stays in District 2 became shorter and shorter, but occasionally on such afternoons, they still peacefully took the elevator down together, walked into the company cafe, and sat down to use the rare time to talk about work, life, and their faith in the company.

However, he simply couldn't figure out how Medea managed to survive with her nearly scrapped body under the pursuit of the Hunting Team.

"Medea, are you still alive?"

After a long silence, Grey tentatively sent a reply.