On the seventh day of the rule, the global mortality rate is 99.7%.
Supermarket price tags are starting to eat people——
A bottle of mineral water is priced at "your son's life".
Automatic printing of hospital registration slip——
"Donor confirmation: Shen Tingyu, please take your place in CT room three."
The office building posted a new version of the "Employee Code of Conduct"——
"The smile arc must not exceed 15 degrees, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."
Everyone is on the run.
Everyone is dying.
Only Lin Mo was turning over the rules and regulations.
Xingfu Street Office is the only survivor who "voluntarily vomited out" the contaminated area in the past three years.
His weapon: a second-hand computer with paint peeling off.
His skills: find logical loopholes in rules, fill out forms, stamp them, and issue rectification notices.
When the god from the Class A pollution area descends tomorrow——
He said: "This land belongs to me, mortals kneel down."
Lin Mo took out his enamel cup, took a sip of overnight tea, and pulled out the yellowed "Administrative Punishment Law of the People's Republic of China":
"Hello. Your jurisdiction is not approved."
"Please bring the relevant information and go to Xingfu Street to complete the re-application procedures within three working days."
"Overdue—"
He raised his official seal and smashed it down.
"Permanently banned."
The rules of the entire city were shaken at the same time.
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This is not a monster hunter, this is the ultimate reverse law enforcement of grassroots civil servants.
Gods also have to follow procedures. Without a stamp, it will be difficult to move forward.
