Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 709 Holidays
Melissa finally understood the dangerous subject her colleagues had raised.

"Have you investigated the identities of those thugs?"

For the terrorist mobile team, this is an incredible behavior. Although they belong to the law enforcement system, solving crimes and investigating have never been part of their scope of work. Their work is simple and clear. Whoever is asked to deal with them, they Just go and get things done.

As for the reason, or why those people went crazy, they didn't need to consider it.

The responsibilities of the terrorist mobile team are very clear. They are the weapons of the coalition government, and the weapons never need to have personal thoughts and emotions. They can completely spend their spare time studying human anatomy.

But now, Ulan violated this principle.

"There is no need to investigate carefully, as long as you investigate casually."

Ulan smiled self-deprecatingly, "The man who was killed yesterday was called Allman. He had just paid off the huge debt for prosthetic body implantation and was kicked out by the company. At least the prosthetic body implants before we went to the battlefield were free. Otherwise, at the price of military-grade prosthetics, we will definitely not be able to repay the debt."

Melissa fell silent, because these are not topics that Ulan usually brings up.

After a long time, she asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I appealed to them to understand the reality, or at least understand what this job really is, but they urged me to come back and get some sleep."

Colleagues have a good relationship with him, so instead of escalating these dangerous topics to higher-level departments, they advise him to take a good rest.

Ulan knew very well that if people from the counterintelligence department found out about these remarks, they would definitely conduct endless psychological evaluations on him again.

In the end, this matter can only have two results.

Give up thinking and continue to be a carefree and happy executioner, or be identified as a relapse of cyber psychosis, be sent back to a mental hospital, prison, or be sealed forever.

Anyway, in the past, there were not a few people who were silenced, and he was not bad.

"You really deserve a good night's sleep."

Melissa's complexion changed, and she tried to persuade her.

The main reason why the high-level council skipped the law enforcement department and directly handed over these cases to the terrorist mobile team was that they didn't want people to investigate the inside story of the recent attack, and at the same time, they could satisfy the people hidden deep in their hearts. This was originally an exchange of the best of both worlds, but Ulan's behavior made things complicated.

"I remember that you had accumulated a week's vacation before, just to take a break and change your mood."

She exercised her power as the detachment leader and helped him decide on a vacation instead of Ulan.

"Melissa, you are a good girl." Ulan said, "But they chose you as the captain of the second team because they think you are easy to control and you have to learn to protect yourself. Without weapons of independent thinking, their end is often Not very good."

"I can protect myself."

"I can rest assured that."

Ulan squeezed out a smile, raised the wine bottle and clinked glasses with Melissa, and said, "Then I can enjoy my vacation with peace of mind."

"If you need, I can introduce you to an excellent psychiatrist."

"Maybe later."

In any case, Melissa felt a little relieved.

At least Ulan is still in the complaining stage. Although he doesn't know what kind of stimulation he has received recently, he has not turned these complaints into actual actions.

Melissa never wanted to confront Ulan. She could only hope that he could adjust his mentality through this week's vacation and forget all these unnecessary thoughts.

"Didn't you say you wanted to travel to District [-]? I can sponsor you for a plane ticket."

It might be a good idea to distract Ulan, as long as he leaves the first district, he will not be able to continue to pursue these troublesome cases recently.

"Melissa, I'm not so poor that I have to pay for my air ticket."

Ulan laughed, but her tone returned to her usual pace.

Melissa tried hard to recall the scene of her conversation with Dr. Lucy, hoping that she could temporarily act as a psychologist, but her idea soon came to nothing, and the sound of a broken door interrupted the gradually calming down. During the conversation, when the tear gas bomb rolled into the room, she instinctively switched out the thermal cutting blade, and her prosthetic eyes scanned all the places in the house that could be used as shelters.

Tear gas is ineffective against them.

Saipan 2.0 military-grade prosthetic eye, which is specially customized to assist their actions in the "outside".

"Hold on, we're counterintelligence."

Feeling the blazing temperature of the thermal cutting blade, the intelligence personnel at the door also experienced great pressure. They did not expect Melissa to appear in the target's home at this moment.

The degree of prosthetic body transformation is as high as 79%. The first batch of soldiers who fully received prosthetic body implants almost turned themselves into cyborgs.

According to the data, Melissa is still the type who specializes in close combat in narrow areas. Except that the overload system has not been developed at that time, she has almost modified all the big killers that can be used in close combat.

At this distance, it may take less than a second for her to cut the target into shreds.

"Counterintelligence? What are you doing here?"

The name of this department made Melissa stop, but just to be on the safe side, she still hid half of her body behind the bunker, and the guard in her eyes never disappeared.

The way the other party came to the door was not like rushing to peace negotiations. She noticed that the people who came had guns in their hands, and they all had at least three military-grade prosthetic bodies transplanted. A brutal fight.

"Captain Melissa, this matter has nothing to do with you. We received a report that your team member Ulan may have a relapse of cyberpsychosis. We need to conduct a psychological evaluation on him. This is a reasonable and compliant process."

This reason made Melissa unable to refute for a while.

Even as the captain of the violent terrorist mobile team, she has no position to stop the team members who are suspected of having a relapse from accepting interrogation. If she rashly starts a war with the opponent here, even if she finally kills the agents of the counterintelligence department, her behavior will be blatant. Fight the coalition government.

But she didn't understand why the counterintelligence department came so quickly.

It took just over an hour for Ulan to go home after spreading his words, and it took an hour to prepare for the arrest procedures.

Unless, at that time, someone changed hands and reported the matter to their superiors.

Melissa felt that she was going to be blown up. She never expected that someone would report Ulan in private. At the same time, an indescribable restlessness came to her heart.

Reason tells her that it is definitely a wrong decision to go against the counterintelligence department, especially in this sensitive period, and she is facing a sensitive event, but when she glanced at the tear gas bombs rolling into the room from the corner of her eye, the heart The restlessness seemed to be urging her to do it.

In an evenly matched battle, whoever strikes first gets the upper hand.

Although Ulan was drunk, they might not be able to kill the two counterintelligence agents.

afterwards……

Afterwards, it was said that they broke in too quickly, and the other party didn't have time to report their family until they were chopped up.

This seems like a good idea.

Melissa's silence made the hearts of the two agents rise to their throats. They knew that the half-body hiding behind the wall was a real killing machine, a real cyberpsychopath!
Maybe even Melissa herself can't remember how many people she killed in total.

"Captain Melissa, whether you want to be a cyber lunatic or a normal person, it depends on your own choice."

The agent yelled into the room, and the projectile aimed at the front could not help trembling slightly. However, this warning not only did not make Melissa succumb, but made her eyes sparkle with bloodthirsty light.

The temperature in the room was raised a few degrees by the thermal cutting blade, and the hot air fused with the chemical gas released by the tear gas bombs, making their vision somewhat blurred.

No one knows what will happen in the next second.

"You shouldn't have said that."

Ulan spoke suddenly, and he stood up unsteadily, "You are prodding her to do something to you."

"Ulan, leave the person on the left to me, no, I can take care of everything."

"Take it easy, Melissa."

Just when the two agents wanted to shoot almost instinctively, Ulan suddenly stopped Melissa, "It's just some simple psychological evaluation, there's no need to make things out of hand, I'm right, right? Counterintelligence agents."

"If the psychological evaluation shows you are normal, we will release you back."

"Did you hear what they said?"

Ulan gave Melissa a reassuring look, "I've done countless psychological evaluations, and it will be done soon."

……

In the end, Ulan was taken away by the agents of the counterintelligence department, leaving Melissa alone in the messy room. After all, she put away the thermal cutting blade—she had just made up her mind that as long as Ulan Give her a look, and she will cooperate with the other party to kill the two agents.

There was a bad breath in her heart that she couldn't swallow.

The real annoyance is the backstabber than the counterintelligence agent.

She rushed back to the department immediately and called everyone together for a short meeting. She insisted on finding out the ghost to relieve her anger.

The team members understood Melissa's anger. In fact, they also shared the same hatred, and some were even more active than her. This scene couldn't help but make Melissa's heart tremble.

She couldn't tell from the surface that anyone was guilty at all, and no one showed fear of being exposed, and they all launched an investigation filled with righteous indignation.

For them, it is not difficult to find the inner ghost.

They only need to ask the colleagues of the network supervisor to call up all the call and letter records during that period to know who had the problem. In order to avoid omissions, they also spread the number of people screened to other detachments.

The entire investigation process lasted half an hour.

In the end, the shocking result was presented to Melissa.

No one betrayed Ulan, and even those in other detachments who might have heard the movement kept silent about it, and only one person in the violent terror mobile team reported the matter to their superiors during that period.

That was Ulan himself.

The first thing he did when he returned to his apartment and got himself very drunk was to report the matter to his superiors through the inside line.

He must know the consequences of doing so.

In other words, he was taken voluntarily by counterintelligence agents.

　Little Theater ITS 130 IV:

　　On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, Thursday, morning.

　　Play the game by mistake.

　　A week later, when Lu Xiang was faced with a mountain of work documents in the office, he suddenly and truly felt the true meaning of this sentence.

　　At the same time, she realized Song Lan's strength again.

　　This person asks for leave every three days, and if he can come to work for a week in a row, he will even be named and praised by the council.

　　"How on earth did you do it?"

　　During the lunch break, Lu Xiang held the boxed lunch that Song Lan had prepared for her, feeling a little sad in his heart.

　　Even if Song Lan came, he hadn't seen him working at all.

　　"You have to understand that the work is never finished, as long as you let them lower their demands on you, you will work easily and happily."

　　And like Lu Xiang, a conscientious and hard-working worker in everyone's mind, even if he doesn't usually work overtime, it will make people feel a little bit meaningless.

　　"But I've heard another theory."

　　"What theory?"

　　"The main reason why the work can't be done is that someone is slacking off, and others have to fill his vacancy."

　　If you think about it according to this theory, Lu Xiang found that if you add her and Song Lan's workload together and average it, it's actually just a very ordinary level.

　　This is the famous bucket effect.

　　"I think my overtime work is probably caused by you."

　　Lu Xiang's eyes suddenly sharpened.

　　"This, this is not right, we are not in the same department, and the work content is different."

　　"Many of your work reports were edited for you after I got home."

　　Lu Xiang found decisive evidence, "I think you should make it up to me!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)