Enforcer Manual
Chapter 243: Love Life, Beware of Old Six_1

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Love Life, Beware of Old Six_1

"Why do you seem so excited?"

After spending a lot of time with Lu Xiang, Song Lan could gauge her mood through the tone of her voice.

Despite her deliberate effort to keep calm, nothing escaped Song Lan’s eyes.

"Because usually the ones who like doing this are street thugs or gang members."

Their idea of fun was to bully ordinary citizens, enjoying the sight of them feeling angry yet powerless, "They all have one thing in common—they can’t stand losing."

If they lost in the virtual shooting range, they would seek to regain face in the real world.

This weapon store in the city center had often seen gang shootouts due to this, and even cases where lucky citizens who had won were shot dead in the chaos.

In District 17, it was all too common—before they started using Horn Bugs for surveillance, a number of ordinary citizens would still fall victim to gun violence every day.

"And when that time comes, I’d just happen to bring them back to the station for causing a disturbance."

Song Lan remembered that one of Lu Xiang’s pastimes was fishing, which seemed to be her unique way of relieving stress.

However, for the criminals on the receiving end, it would be a double blow—both to their spirits and bodies. They would lose the game, lose in life, and possibly end up with a broken arm or leg during the confrontation.

According to Song Lan’s observations, Lu Xiang was particularly ruthless towards the stubborn criminals, almost always striking them down with a decisive move. But considering the context of the year 2166, maybe such injuries were common for criminals.

"Fine, I’ll help you."

After grasping Lu Xiang’s intention, he declared.

Provoking anger was much simpler than shooting.

After the pair took their seats as challengers, the audience witnessed a style of virtual shooting they’d never seen before—Song Lan would procure a powerful shotgun for close combat or even just equip a military saber each time the game started.

Most customers used the virtual range to test firearms, and even when faced with an unbeatable opponent, they preferred to exchange fire. However, Song Lan was different; he never engaged in shootouts and always blended perfectly with the environment—boxes, trees, stones, and other props.

He would take a shot at the enemy when they least expected it.

"Knife him, knife him, knife! Yes!"

The crowd cheered on, Song Lan provided them with a new perspective, so much so that they ignored Lu Xiang’s skills, focusing all their attention on Song Lan alone. They got excited as if it were New Year’s each time someone was taken down by the knife.

Remembering how these bullying thugs had treated them, the audience felt like Song Lan had avenged them.

"Fuck!"

When the match ended, and the defenders removed their equipment in a split second, one of them furiously flung the headset onto the seat, stood up, and cursed.

How had this range produced an Old Six who turned a hardcore real shooting game into a horror game? To the point where they developed a psychological Shadow against obstacles like boxes and stones, fearing someone would suddenly appear behind and slit their throat while passing by.

"Get up!"

A few enraged street thugs immediately drew their guns and stormed toward the opposing booth.

However, the moment they kicked the door in, an elbow smashed into their noses. The force of the blow dented the face of the leader and sent him sprawling backward onto the floor, blood coating his face, the white ceiling rendering him somewhat disoriented.

The street thug didn’t get a clear view of their assailant; only one thought occupied his mind.

Why is there an Old Six in real life too?

He didn’t have time to warn his companions before the sounds of gunfire, fighting, and the agonizing screams caused by twisted joints filled the corridor. Almost instantly, six gun-toting street gangsters were lying on the ground, wailing in pain.

Their companions outside, seeing this, immediately turned around and fled in panic.

Lu Xiang clapped his hands and dialed the number for the Law Enforcers department, "Downtown virtual shooting range, six street gangsters causing trouble, send some people to take them away."

After the small-time thugs were taken away, the virtual shooting range returned to its normal order.

On this day, Director Lu’s image grew even taller in the hearts of the citizens, embodying the best interpretation of actively fighting crime on the front lines of life.

However, after the two left amidst the enthusiastic crowds of citizens, a perverse and wicked atmosphere descended upon the virtual shooting range.

Among the participants, a group emerged that liked to hide behind various environments with spray cans and machetes, unexpectedly slashing at citizens and scaring many so badly that they were shaken for a long time.

...

"See? I told you I’m a combat expert."

Exiting the weapons store, Song Lan said proudly.

The morning sun shone on the two of them as they watched the armored floating car transporting the six thugs to the station slowly drive away into the distance.

"The best way to improve your shooting accuracy is to shoot right in their face at close range. If that’s not possible, use a knife."

He felt that the street thugs of 2166 were just too naive. They had obviously never been beaten by Old Six. They strutted around everywhere without any caution. As an "Old Six scholar," Song Lan had to teach them a lesson himself.

Lu Xiang was at a loss for words for a moment. Although Song Lan’s actions deviated significantly from the original purpose of shooting training, he indeed infuriated the little gangsters so much that as soon as the game was over, they drew their guns.

She initially thought Song Lan was cheating, so she spent a whole round monitoring him closely and came to one conclusion—this guy was incredibly good at hiding, and his patience was top-notch.

That’s why the street thugs, even knowing that there were people behind some of the cover, ended up falling for Song Lan’s trickery.

"So, does this mean I’m done with the shooting training course?"

Song Lan stretched languidly.

"Wishful thinking," Lu Xiang crushed his dreams, "You’ve just proven that you’re a sly... sneaky person. Shooting training must continue, there’s also a driving course later, but let’s call it a day for now. I have to go back and interrogate those street gangsters from before."

With the Horn Bug surveillance team’s relentless pursuit and blockade, criminals in District 17 had no space left to survive and had all hidden in the shadows.

Considering the brazen way those individuals had drawn guns in a public place just now, they were most likely members of a gang. It’s possible that through these few individuals, other criminals’ hideouts could be uncovered.

The Horn Bug surveillance team usually can only identify crimes that are happening. Once the criminals went into hiding or disguised themselves as decent people, they would be overlooked, which was a drawback of limited intelligence.

The station had still received some reports recently.

Compared to the usual types of crime, these cases were more covert and professional, with the criminals often managing to escape the scene before the Horn Bug surveillance team arrived.

Captain Doug and Chief Snick suspected that these surviving gangs might have provided professional training to their remnants.

Before long, Lu Xiang’s floating car landed in front of them.

"Come on, I’ll give you a lift."