Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1002 - 901: The Wave of Change_3

Chapter 1002: Chapter 901: The Wave of Change_3

Oasis inhabitants had no place of absolute safety, nor did everyone wish to obliterate the cancer that was the Brotherhood.

Without needing the Brotherhood to investigate, as soon as the radio broadcasted, someone disclosed the information about the "Dead Man’s Lottery" film crew being at the Rebel Army camp to the Brotherhood.

Launching the new radio program was also Rosali’s idea. When the Brotherhood members arrived, she promptly came out to meet them.

"William."

William heard a menacing voice calling his name outside. When he adjusted his emotions, suppressing the fear in his heart and stepped outside, the Brotherhood had already raised the price to 1 million watts.

This was no small amount.

William had to admit he was somewhat panicked. Now, with Song Lan and Old Void having left the camp with the young Death God Crab, under such immense financial temptation, what if the Rebel Army was swayed and handed them over to the Brotherhood?

And this figure of 1 million watts was sufficient to prove just how furious the Brotherhood was about their recent actions.

"One million watts per person."

Rosali looked back at a few members of the "Dead Man’s Lottery" film crew and started to hike up the price.

"4 million watts, deal."

The leader of the Brotherhood readily agreed. He licked his lips and gestured a throat-slitting motion towards William, who felt his heart leap into his throat upon hearing the conversation.

Four million watts was an astronomical sum for the common folk, but for the Brotherhood, describing it as merely a drop in the ocean was no exaggeration.

"Wait, you got the count wrong, it’s 12 million watts,"

Rosali raised her hand to block the leader who was about to pull out his gun and advance.

The leader immediately furrowed his brow, "12 million watts?"

The boss had indeed ordered them to immediately dispose of all the people from the "Dead Man’s Lottery" program. He wanted to see their mutilated corpses displayed on spikes in the city square as exhibitions by sunrise. Yet, this outrageous price-gouging was truly displeasing.

"The Brotherhood honors their credibility, I hope you do as well."

"I said 1 million watts per person, where is there a breach of credibility?"

"They’re only four people."

"You counted wrong."

Rosali’s index finger fell on the leader, lightly tapping and counting, "A total of 12 people. You can check again if I counted wrong?"

"What do you mean by this?"

"Isn’t this the Brotherhood’s own specialty? 12 people, 12 million watts, once the money is in our account, we’ll let you go."

Of course, if it were according to the Brotherhood’s regular process, even after receiving the money, they wouldn’t release the captives.

Locals all knew that once sent into the "Pig Pen" there was no going back.

But the hardships of outsiders were of no concern to the locals; they could even become tools for the locals to earn money.

If anyone was fortunate enough to escape from the "Pig Pen," the managers would issue high-price rewards to encourage people to report these escapees.

For someone like William, who dared to openly challenge the Brotherhood with radio broadcasts, he was indeed a walking jackpot.

"You really underestimated us."

With a cold laugh, the leader lifted his right hand and aimed the Shell Launcher at Rosali’s forehead, "4 million watts, cash on delivery."

At the same time, all members of the Brotherhood also aimed their weapons at the Rebel Army.

Rosali, unshaken, met his gaze curiously, "If it were you, would you tolerate ’merchandise’ pulling a gun on you?"

Without the sound of a gun firing accidentally, the leader unexpectedly fell forward and crashed into the sand.

Then, an even more shocking scene unfolded before the Brotherhood members.

They saw Rosali raise her left hand, and suddenly their limbs moved beyond their control, try as they might, they couldn’t prevent being targeted by their own weapons.

"11 million watts, you’re allowed to make a phone call to your ’family’ to raise money."

After a pause, Rosali added, "Oh, and by the way, tell them too that this terribly evil Rebel Army is coming to overthrow your country."