Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 713

the other side.

When Melissa came out of the black heart clinic, the uniform of the violent mobile team was already stained red with blood. She clenched her fists tightly, and it took a long time before she retracted the scorching blade.

She had already persuaded Ulan not to deal with these black clinic people. He agreed on the surface, but secretly entrusted them to modify the prosthetic body.

The identity of the violent mobile team members is special. They usually have a fixed place for maintenance treatment. Legal prosthetic hospitals will not accept them. Only those dark clinics that cannot see the light will accept this kind of surgery-for them, It doesn't matter who the patient is as long as they can afford to pay.

There is no one standing in the clinic anymore.

The long-lost killing pleasure was hard to describe, but at the same time, the night made her a little confused.

She didn't know what she could change by bringing people into these black clinics. Deep down, they all knew that this was a complete act of venting. The person who killed Ulan was from the counterintelligence department. But those people are protected by the laws of the coalition government.

The higher-ups are trying their best to explain this as an accident caused by cyberpsychosis, and are putting pressure on the high-level officials on both sides, hoping that this matter will stop here. In this situation, the first party to start the war is undoubtedly the Even the entire coalition government is against it.

The people in the black clinic have never been protected by the law of the coalition government, and the higher-ups seem to have acquiesced in their venting behavior.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

A strange cell phone ringtone rang in her ears, as if it came from her body, but it was not her cell phone ringtone.

She rummaged through the uniforms of the Terrorist Mobile Team for a while before finding an unfamiliar mobile phone that had been put in at some point.

but……

How can this be?

During the non-mission period, the uniforms of the violent mobile team are locked in each individual wardrobe, and need to be scanned with the corresponding prosthetic eye to unlock.

The caller ID is a string of garbled characters.

The non-stop ringing made her feel uneasy and agitated. For some reason, the system's default ringtone seemed to be trying to arouse the restlessness deep in her heart.

For example, breaking into the counterintelligence building alone.

Ulan did just that.

He killed several of those so-called elites before being shot dead.

Melissa avoided other team members, found a secluded corner, and connected the phone.

"Captain Melissa."

The voice on the other end of the phone was indistinct, as if it had been processed by sound encryption technology.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

"I don't have any purpose, I just want to ask you a question, are you satisfied?"

"what?"

"Is this enough? Vent your anger on a group of people who have nothing to do with the death of your comrades-in-arms, and then convince yourself that you have completed your revenge..."

"Who is it?"

"You should know the answer to that question."

The voice paused, "Think carefully, why are you here and who are you talking to? You already knew the answer from the beginning."

……

"Finally found you, Captain!"

Suddenly a team member called from behind, he trotted all the way to Melissa, and said, "The director wants you to go back to the bureau right now!"

"You don't see that I'm..."

When the words came to her lips, Melissa was suddenly stunned. She was indeed talking to someone just now, but the mobile phone that came from nowhere disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

The team members also looked at her with astonished eyes.

"It's okay, let's go back to the bureau first."

Melissa collected herself.

Received non-existent phone calls and heard voices from unknown sources. These signs are not a good sign for a former cyberpsychopath. Immediate isolation treatment is required.

In normal times, she would have the right to take a long vacation for herself, but now that Ulan has just died, and there are still many things to be resolved, she must not go in at this time.

When he saw the director, the other party already had a sad face.

Melissa has never had a good impression of the chief appointed by her superiors. He is a normal person mixed in with a group of cyber lunatics, and his purpose is to keep them under control.

"Melissa, I know that Ulan is your comrade in arms, and his death has a great impact on you."

Seeing that Melissa was covered in blood, the director's face became more serious. All these signs showed that Melissa's spirit was in an extremely unstable state.

If it was the law enforcement department next door, he would suggest that the other party suspend the job for a few days, but Melissa is different. It is entirely possible for her to break into the building of the counterintelligence department alone during the suspension and vacation, and when negotiating with the other party, she would The intelligence department specifically proposed Melissa's name, and they believed that Melissa's mood was as unstable as Ulan's.

This is evidenced by recordings.

When the two agents went to summon Ulan, they almost fought with Melissa. If Ulan hadn't persuaded her to stop, the situation at that time would have been difficult to deal with.

Although he argued on the grounds that the agents of the counterintelligence department broke into the door first and provoked the dispute, the high-level council seemed to consider that the counterintelligence department had suffered more losses this time, so it agreed to their request.

The premise of ending this matter is that Melissa is suspended for investigation, and he can only get Melissa to be investigated by a third-party MI[-] to prevent her from being retaliated by the counterintelligence department.

"Director, you have to speak straight."

"After discussing in the meeting just now, we think that you should perhaps take a break, which is good for you and all of us."

"I don't have any plans to rest yet, at least until there is a clear account of the whole thing."

"Sorry, just some precautions..."

The director didn't give her room to discuss, but opened the drawer, took out a pistol from it, and aimed it at Melissa's forehead.

And the moment she saw the barrel of the gun, Melissa reacted reflexively.

The swung blade cut off the right hand holding the gun, and the blood splashed onto the white ceiling. She jumped onto the table like a deft hunter, and the blade was already pointed at the director's throat.

There was no hesitation in her actions, and there was even a hint of joy in her heart.

A long time ago, she had fantasized about a similar picture.

Whenever the chief gave them some not very pleasant instructions, these images would involuntarily surface in her mind, and now, she turned the fantasy into reality.

The moment the blade was about to pierce the director's throat, an electric arc crossed her brain.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of system error messages.

Her vision was blocked, and she fell to the ground due to inertia. When her consciousness was about to fall into darkness, she heard the sound of a broken door.

Melissa suddenly understood Ulan.

No wonder he would rather take a huge risk to go to the black clinic, if only a second or two at night, she would be able to cut off the other party's head.

"I'm fine, it's a prosthesis."

Seeing the SI[-] agents who broke into the door, the director stroked his throat with the other hand in fear, until Melissa convulsed and fell into a coma, his skin seemed to be able to feel the scorching heat of the thermal cutting blade. a feeling of.

He didn't know exactly which sentence he said that stimulated Melissa. He just wanted to take out the document handed over to MI[-] from the drawer just now, but the other party directly cut off his arm.

All this happened within a second, and before he could react, he saw his arm that picked up the document fly out.

"Her prosthesis has been disabled, but you better keep an eye on her."

The director asked the agents a few more words. He didn't want Melissa to turn around and start killing in MI[-] just after offending the counterintelligence department.

He thought of something again, and said to the two, "Melissa's mental state is usually normal, but she was stimulated today."

"You don't need to worry about the next thing."

The agent pointed to the director's empty arm, "You should go to the prosthetic hospital immediately."

....................................

Melissa chopped off the arm of their chief before being taken away by MI[-].

A few minutes later, Jock received the message.

Although the process was somewhat tortuous, the war was finally quelled by them. Since everyone was taken away by MI[-], the counterintelligence department should have nothing to say.

All day long, he has been dealing with these shitty things poked out by "Domination".

But they still have nothing to do with this "expert", because once they encounter a really difficult problem, they still need to be dealt with by the other party.

Like, for example, the upcoming Six Star Rescuers conference.

If you want to take them down, you must rely on strength stronger than them.

And he, Joke, has only one wish, that is, before the start of the six-star rescuer meeting, there will be no more moths. He really doesn't want to hear those desperate calls...

"Ding dong, ding dong—"

The mobile phone on the table responded to Jock's expectation, which made his face so gloomy that he almost wanted to slap the screen of the mobile phone to pieces.

But seeing the caller ID, he still connected the call.

It was from the head of the Law Enforcement Division.

The other party also directly stated the reason for the call, "Member, I think there is something you should know. Just now Mr. Hogg gave us an ultimatum, asking us to find out the recent violent cases at all costs."

"Hogg?"

Jock laughed angrily.

He had completely lost sight of his old friend.

He remembered that he had warned the other party not to get involved in these issues again. The only explanation was that Hogg was indeed crazy, and he was crazy thoroughly. Maybe even Hogg didn't know what he was doing.

"I know, I will let him know."

After hanging up the phone, Jock dialed Hogg's number immediately.

He is now full of anger and has nowhere to vent.

But after the call was connected, he had to be patient, and asked in a gentle tone as much as possible, "The director of the law enforcement department contacted me just now, Hogg, I hope you can give me an explanation. "

"They moved the Foster family."

"Excuse me, which one of them is from the Foster family?"

"Department director killed by that thug named Allman."

Hogg knew that Jock would definitely call him, so he had already prepared a good reason.

What's more coincidental is that he investigated that the director who was shot dead by Allman claimed more than once that he had a connection with the Foster family. Although Hogg never knew that there was such a person, he decided to start from now on. , this dead director is a distant relative he personally certified.

"Jock, you know our style."

He said coldly, "The Foster family must avenge their revenge."

　Small theater its 130 six:

　　On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, Wednesday, afternoon.

　　The moment Lu Xiang walked out of the gate of the counterintelligence department, it meant that her long vacation had officially begun.

　　But before going out, she checked Song Lan's attendance out of curiosity.

　　Facts have proved that Song Lan is more courageous than she imagined. She only had three days of attendance this month, and one of them was marked as leaving early, so she resolutely gave herself half a month's leave.

　　"How can they stand your attendance rate?"

　　Lu Xiang sat on the back seat of MK-Ⅲ.

　　She specifically asked Song Lan to pick her up by bike today, this was to celebrate her rare vacation.

　　"Because I have always paid great attention to cultivating their ability to work independently." Song Lan said proudly, "Even without me, they can complete the work of the department, and your subordinates rely too much on you. What's the matter?" shall follow your approval."

　　Lu Xiang was stunned.

　　She never expected that Song Lan would be able to explain her absenteeism so freshly and refinedly, "Aren't you afraid that the council will fire you?"

　　"Don't be afraid, Lao Lu, why do you think people have to work?"

　　"...to create value?"

　　"No." Song Lan shook her head, "Of course it's to save enough money for my wife, and I've already saved enough."

　　After realizing economic freedom, he spoke so hard. If the council really fired him, he would just go home and lie down.

　　"Wait a minute, what did you just say?"

　　Lu Xiang in the back seat narrowed his eyes and could barely hide his smile.

　　"Wife Ben."

　　"say it one more time."

　　"Wife..."

　　"Hey."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)