Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 708 The Madman
Melissa didn't believe in love at first sight, and even scoffed at the love novels popular on the Internet. She felt that instead of immersing herself in the fantasy world, it is better to study some practical things and things that are helpful to life.

Such as "Guide to Anatomy of the Human Body".

This is a must-read textbook for everyone in the terrorist mobile team, which can help them deal with prisoners effectively.

However, in an operation a few days ago, their pursuit target hit her heart. After many investigations, she found out that the target at that time was Rob Lucci, the highest operation department of MI[-]. executive officer.

He perfectly fits her idea of ​​a lover who is handsome, mysterious, and powerful.

Since then, she always thinks of the other person when she is in a daze. She checked some information on the Internet. People call this symptom lovesickness. The only fly in the ointment is that her lover does not know her existence yet.

Today's psychological consultation went very happily. After setting up the automatic navigation, Melissa sat in the passenger seat and read "A Little Coup for Love Every Day" given to her by Dr. Lucy. Passers-by, as well as the city, seem to be much more pleasing to the eye.

Terror Squad is not a place for love.

Although there is no explicit ban on love in the team, as far as Melissa knows, every couple that appears in the bureau has a bad ending in the end. Internal love... Missing arms and legs are very common, and sometimes they even have to temporarily send the police to deal with the team members' housework.

When Melissa returned to the bureau, she found that the atmosphere in the office seemed a little unusual.

Without the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere of the past, when the team members saw her enter the door, they all pretended to be buried in their work, and they were so guilty that they didn't dare to look at her.

Although their relationship belongs to superiors and subordinates, the way they usually get along is more like friends.

Good friends who share common interests.

The relationship is strong enough to cut people together and deal with the scene together. They deal with criminals every day, and dealing with cyber lunatics is no different from licking blood with the tip of a knife.

Maybe one day in the future, we can go to the morgue together, the kind that we can walk together on the road together.

"Are you secretly choreographing me behind my back?"

Melissa put the book Lucy gave her into her drawer and asked.

She doesn't intend to hide her love affair from other people in the bureau, but she hasn't written a word yet, and she hasn't even held Rob Lucci's hand. It is said on the Internet that this kind of thing needs to be done step by step.

"How could it be? How dare we make up the queue leader?"

The team member who has the closest relationship with her on weekdays joked that in the past, other people in the office would make a fuss, but today no one answered, and the joking team members lowered their heads in a little embarrassment and stopped talking.

"What's the matter with you? You don't need to be so downcast if you didn't receive a case this afternoon, right?"

Melissa was a little annoyed by the atmosphere in the bureau, and couldn't read the book anymore, "According to the recent momentum, there will be cases sooner or later, so it's right to take a day off."

"No, Captain, you misunderstood."

"Why is that, because I consulted a psychiatrist? Don't worry, my matter will not affect work deployment."

"This……"

The team members hesitated to speak, and finally the team member who was joking just now said, "It's Ulan, something happened to him."

"Ulan?"

Melissa was taken aback for a moment, and she looked around, only to realize that Ulan had disappeared.

They also met during the day.

"Did a cyber maniac do it?"

For the Terrorist Mobile Team, "something went wrong" can basically be understood as death, and only then did Melissa understand the weird atmosphere in the bureau.

Ulan is one of the oldest members of the violent terrorist mobile team. She joined the team in the same batch. At that time, a total of more than a dozen people were pulled out of prison by the lawmakers under the promotion of the bill. They are still on the job now. There are only three left.

In addition to her and Ulan, the other also became the captain of the third action detachment.

Ulan is definitely an expert in this area. He has handled nearly dozens of cyber lunatic incidents. It is difficult to find someone with more experience than him in the coalition government.

"It's not a cyber lunatic, it's... Ulan himself. He has been a little abnormal these days. I don't know what kind of stimulation he has received. That guy's mood is too abnormal. We just asked him to go back to rest."

Melissa froze for a moment, then frowned and said, "Next time, finish in one breath."

She was mentally prepared for Ulan's sacrifice just now, and she was ready to attend the other party's funeral. Except for their colleagues, no one else cared about the life and death of a former cyber mental patient, and her family was basically there. Cut off contact with them when they were in jail.

"Captain, his situation is a bit complicated. He spread some inappropriate remarks after you left, but that should not be his intention. He may just be under too much pressure recently."

The team members spoke good things about Ulan.

Almost all of them who later joined the Terrorist Mobile Team were taken care of by this old man. Among the many former cyber mental patients, Ulan is definitely the most amiable one.

"What did he say?"

"This... Captain, you should ask him after get off work, we let him go back first."

Melissa has always had a straight-forward personality at work, and the most unbearable thing is that the people under her are hesitant to act as riddles on key issues.

So she got up directly, and after explaining her work to others, she went straight to Ulan's apartment.

The apartment is located in the old town of the first district, this street is one of the few residential areas.

He is a local, and the apartment was left to him by his parents who died many years ago. His parents survived the third war, but they did not catch up with the good days of using technology to extend their lives. The coalition government left shortly after it was established. , Ulan would occasionally invite close friends from the bureau to visit their home and hold a barbecue party.

It is said that the skill of grilling was taught to him by his parents.

Take the elevator to the fourteenth floor, the corridor is surprisingly quiet, a dilapidated scene.

The people who used to live here have left one after another. Ulan always said that it might not be long before this residential building will be demolished and converted into a new office building. In recent years, the company has been wanting to Please remove irrelevant people from the first district.

Melissa knocked on the door.

The sound of "dong dong dong" echoed in the corridor for a long time.

"Ulan, open the door. I'm Melissa. I know you're at home. You can smell the wine through the door."

She stood at the door and yelled at the people inside.

After about several minutes, Ulan, who was smelling of alcohol, opened the door. He was holding a half-drunk empty wine bottle. Through the half-opened door, Melissa saw the mess in the living room. scene.

Empty beer bottles are everywhere.

You can also see electronic magazines, clothes and bullets thrown on the ground.

Ulan was sleepy, so he wore a white vest that looked one size smaller. The vest outlined his muscles, and his exposed arms were covered with mottled scars.

He's also a veteran of Operation "Outside" and these wounds are from combat.

"Would you like me to come in and have a seat?"

Melissa asked.

The messy scene in the living room is enough to prove that Ulan's current situation is very bad.

He is a clean person. Every time he came to the apartment as a guest, he would keep the house in order. Every time his friends threw wine bottles and barbecue skewers after eating barbecue, he would drive him crazy.

She didn't expect that after seeing a psychiatrist, she would come to help the team members solve their psychological problems.

"Oh, yes, please come in."

Ulan's voice sounded quite dull, and when he invited Melissa to enter, he didn't forget to take a sip of wine for himself.

This is also extremely abnormal.

How could a few bottles of beer down a veteran of the "outside" wars?

Among them, Ulan also ranks among the best in drinking capacity.

"I heard that your condition is not very good recently, come here and ask."

"Not in good shape? It's nothing. I'm in very good shape recently. It's better to say that I have been sober for a long time."

Ulan returned to his original position—beside the coffee table in the living room. This was the angle he had chosen carefully. The sky outside the window was not completely obscured by tall buildings. Sitting here, he could enjoy the process of darkness while drinking.

Melissa did not refute the other party, and found a place on the sofa that was not full of debris. She suspected that Ulan had no place to sit because of the debris, so she simply sat down on the floor.

"They said you gave a speech in your office today and I missed it."

"It's just a feeling."

Ulan still looked at the sky outside the window, and said without turning her head, "Melissa, you also participated in the war in the 'outside', so you should understand my feelings."

The cause of that war was that the coalition government discovered a large-scale virus weapon in a small country occupied by rebels in the "outside", and launched a war under the banner of "humanity" and "justice".

At that time, they also devoted themselves to that war with enthusiasm, but when they arrived at the destination, they found that there were no virus weapons at all. It took less than a week to defeat the rebels, and it took them as long as For half a year, they all searched for a newfound energy source.

They also witnessed that some civilians were suspected of being rebel spies and executed on the spot just because they were unwilling to cooperate with the search work.

These things have become secrets. For those who stay in the coalition government, they only see the news that the frontline troops of the coalition government defeated the rebels and defended justice.

And when they finally survived the war and returned to the coalition government, what was waiting for them?
Endless psychological evaluations, and occasional scrutiny by counterintelligence to make sure they don't let go of what's going on "out there."

Later, that batch of implants went wrong.

That was the first time most people realized the horror of cyberpsychosis, but Ulan suspects that the so-called cyberpsychosis is mostly inseparable from the endless investigations of the counterintelligence department.

And until now, they are still tools in the hands of the coalition government to deal with those they don't like.

"Melissa, I investigated the latest case."

After a long time, Ulan said, "Those are not cyber lunatics at all, they are just ordinary people who are overwhelmed by work."

Without any professional training, without any combat power to speak of, in the face of a fully armed violent terrorist mobile team, the only ending is to be beaten into a sieve.

"The ones who are really crazy are not them, but the ones who gave me orders."

(End of this chapter)