Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1001 - 901: The Tides of Revolution_2

Chapter 1001: Chapter 901: The Tides of Revolution_2

Declaring in public that he would deal with the officials of the Covenant Nation was far bolder and more reckless than the actions of the Rebel Army, even Rosali, who bore the name "Hades," was stunned for a good while upon hearing this.

Song Lan couldn’t help but add, "Everything he just said represents his personal opinion only and has nothing to do with the Law Enforcers or District Seventeen."

"Why are you being so distant, lad? I’m just saying what you’re too scared to admit."

Old Void complained discontentedly.

Among these people, he knew Song Lan the longest and was also one of those who understood him best.

Don’t be fooled by his lethargic demeanor every day, for if he really got started, he hardly ever left any survivors.

"Covenant Nation officials? How are they any different from all those big shots who died by your hand..."

"Obviously, Old Void is drunk, starting to spout nonsense."

You see, this is exactly why Song Lan doesn’t advocate heavy drinking.

"However, tonight we served Xingren beverages, which contain no alcohol."

Rosali reminded him.

"What you do not know is that Old Void here is addicted to almonds, and once he drinks an almond-flavored beverage, his consciousness starts to blur. Don’t take his words to heart. He’s simply watched too many movies and always fantasizes about being the protagonist."

Old Void didn’t argue, merely whistling cryptically.

Song Lan coughed lightly, and at this moment, he remembered an old friend whose social media account had been blocked due to his report before coming to the Oasis.

The beloved booze guardian of theirs, comrade Ivan.

Their last chat was still on a single "?"

The message before that was, "Was it you who reported me?"

"Why do I feel like your relationship isn’t as good as you imagine?"

Rosali couldn’t help but express her doubt after catching a glimpse of the chat history.

"All that is not important. What’s important is my friend Ivan knows people from the dispatched department. If they intervene, maybe they could solve the Lira officials problem."

"How to intervene? Most of those officials have been bought by the Brotherhood."

"Indeed, but life must go on."

Song Lan’s response left her somewhat puzzled, but he had no intention of explaining any further.

Life must go on.

Based on his research on the distribution of interests, it often ends with the death of one party involved. He surmised that the relationship between the Lira officials and the Brotherhood was not so solid that they would vow to avenge each other to the death.

Without the Brotherhood, perhaps they could also develop business and tourism or set up electronic factories in various cities to significantly improve the national employment rate.

Song Lan did not have an in-depth study of economics, but if the Lira officials needed it, the Bug Swarm might provide them with a professional consultant.

"I’ll trust you for now. I will stay here to coordinate with your actions. You should make a trip to the Death God Crab’s residence. After all, you are recognized by them as the God of Harvest."

"It hopes we could set off tonight."

Old Void took the initiative to act as an interpreter, explaining the suggestion of the juvenile Death God Crab.

.........

For the people of Lira City, tonight was destined to be restless.

People witnessed a massive amount of military equipment bearing the Brotherhood’s insignia, passing by like a military parade.

Some suspected it had something to do with someone causing trouble at the Jinshi Casino in the afternoon. A group of people not only smashed the casino in broad daylight, driving out all the customers but also severely wounded the manager. It was said that after being knocked down and trapped under a speeding gambling machine, the manager was taken to the hospital and has yet to regain consciousness.

Just when people were feeling apprehensive, a familiar voice came out of someone’s radio.

Inspirational and distinctive.

"Good evening, Lira City! This is your good brother William. Today’s Dead Man’s Lottery has a total of 21 deaths, with 16 from the Brotherhood alone, and one casino manager is about to kick the bucket. The Brotherhood surely can’t swallow this, but even if they can’t, they’ll have to bear it because they’re finished! Listen, Brotherhood, go to hell."

"Click—!"

Almost simultaneously, civilians turned off the radios in their homes, fearing that the next second they would have Brotherhood members with firefighting axes bursting into their rooms.

Has this William gone suicidal?

Many civilians had become loyal listeners of the "Dead Man’s Lottery" broadcast, which had previously been a program that propagated the Brotherhood’s methods. Somehow, after the program was suspended for a day, the host William went crazy, blatantly spreading such statements in the Oasis.

Lights out, doors and windows shut, everything outside was none of their concern.

They would wait for the dawn, and then everything would be settled.

Meanwhile, at the Rebel Army’s base, William, who had spoken boldly, felt he was at the peak of his life. Just moments ago, he had vented all the pent-up dissatisfaction in his heart since his arrival in the Oasis, thanks to the technical support provided by Director Lu.

The moment he cursed out loud on the radio show, the entire "Dead Man’s Lottery" crew was thrilled.

This was exactly the view they, as the show’s producers, should express.

The effect was immediate.

Less than ten minutes after the broadcast, two armored floating cars emblazoned with the Brotherhood’s insignia flew over their heads and landed in front of the camp.

Everything was as Rosali had predicted.

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