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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 861: Human Development Game_2

At the mention of this, the "Emperor" was stunned for quite a while.

It was indeed a question worth contemplating. He could not recall the last time he had faced an adversary with a 22% prosthesis modification rate, but one thing was certain: at that time, he had not yet undergone prosthetic implantation, and his brain was still the original, without the RT6-transplanted operating system to assist with remembering.

He counter-asked, "Think about it, what have you all learned these past two days?"

"...Hacking techniques."

"But hacking techniques are utterly useless in front of those with prosthetic implantations!"

"Without ports and permissions, we can't cause any remote destruction!"

Far away in the interrogation room, RT6 witnessed this scene and immediately felt a surge of anger, gulping down three big sips of chilled strawberry milk to forcibly suppress the urge to feed these R Cards as "dog food."

These silly... little dummies.