Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1014 - 906: The Kind Lie_2

Chapter 1014: Chapter 906: The Kind Lie_2

Jack said, "But if we think positively, maybe the company’s people will come to save us."

With their drugs that were allegedly able to help humans evolve to their most perfect form, once the biopharmaceutical company completed its research, every member of the Brotherhood got a share. However, the boss emphasized more than once that unless absolutely necessary, they should not use those medications.

The boss must have known some inside story; the company probably hid the side effects of the drugs from all of them.

But now, wanting to use the drugs wouldn’t help anyway.

After he lost consciousness, the drugs on him disappeared into thin air; he guessed that the same had happened to all the prisoners detained here.

"Capturing the head of the Law Enforcers was also the company’s idea."

"Why?"

Jack paused, swallowing back the words "Knowing too much isn’t a good thing." It was a secret of the Brotherhood, and he shouldn’t have discussed it under any circumstances. It was just that now, with their lives hanging in the balance, he wasn’t magnanimous enough to take those secrets to the grave.

Especially since their downfall to mere prisoners was the result of the boss deliberately withholding information from them.

"Because there can only be one heir."

"Heir?"

"I just happened to hear about it. Do you remember that chamber of commerce’s archaeologist? She was the one the company specified by name. We went to a lot of trouble to avoid the Chamber and brought her to Lira."

The destruction of the Skull Gang and the "Garbage Disposal Plant" could be seen as the Chamber’s retaliation. The boss also had strictly forbidden them from provoking a war with the Chamber.

The Chamber’s influence spread through every town in the "outside world," and even they couldn’t probe the depths of these merchants’ affairs. They had no past conflicts of interest with the Brotherhood, so both parties had lived in peace until now.

"You should know what happened to her after she came to Lira."

The company established a Church for her, made her the High Priest, and built churches in the poorest and most backward areas. While providing the locals with supplies, they preached their doctrine, converting them into followers of the God of Life.

Although the boss and the company had never directly addressed this, Jack had long had his suspicions.

"Maybe the company wants that woman to be the chosen heir, whether it’s the Divine Artifact in the desert or these mutated crabs, it all ties back to this."

"You mean to say that the head of the Law Enforcers is also an heir? She’s never been to the Oasis, how could she be?"

"That’s beyond what we can know."

Jack shifted the conversation, "Remember, if, I mean if you and I can escape from this godforsaken place, you must keep all of this to yourself, otherwise neither the company nor the boss will let you off."

Jack felt there was something the person next door hadn’t gotten wrong.

The leader of the Brotherhood had changed.

Perhaps they had bigger plans, making the Brotherhood insignificant to them now.

He resolved that if he made it back to Lira from this godforsaken place, he would find out what exactly the boss and the company’s people were conspiring.

"Thump—"

The odd noise from next door interrupted his thoughts again.

"Hey, are you alright?"

He asked anxiously.

In this dark and closed environment, he subconsciously considered the inmate in the next cell as a friend.

It surely was the sound of something heavy hitting the floor; he was worried that his "friend" had chosen to end it all, unable to cope with reality. After all, the company’s CEO and they were different; the CEOs had so much more vulnerability within.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Jack Roman."

After an undeterminable amount of time, that voice came through again, "Based on the crimes you committed, you’ll find it difficult to leave this prison ever again."

In an instant, all of Jack’s hairs stood on end, a terrifying thought emerging in his mind—just who was it speaking with him from the prison cell next door?

He sensed the scent of blood.

Though faint, it definitely wafted over from the next cell.

"Even though I can’t release you from here, considering we enjoyed our conversation, I could arrange for the Death God Crabs to add a chicken leg to tomorrow’s prison meal—for you. Which way do you like your chicken leg cooked?"

"You, who exactly are you?"

Jack struggled to speak, and another question circled nonstop in his mind.

Why had this person appeared in the cell next to him, and what had happened to the prisoner who was originally detained there?

His question was soon answered.

"Besides, I must regretfully inform you that Mr. Henry from the cell next to yours suffered a sudden myocardial infarction during his attack on me and is unlikely to see tomorrow’s sunrise. Please accept my condolences."

Compared to the unfamiliar voice, Jack was much more familiar with the name Henry.

In Oasis, it was a common name, but to the Brotherhood, it had enormous significance.

In the early days of the Brotherhood’s establishment, it was Henry who led a gang of enforcers to seize their first territory for them, and over the past several years, Henry had been the ace enforcer of the Brotherhood. He had survived the siege wars of Oasis and personally executed more than ten politicians opposed to them.

In the border cities, the mention of Henry’s name made everyone’s hair stand on end.

What’s more, Henry had always been in good health. He had undergone cybernetic enhancements at least ten times, with all his parts replaced, making it impossible for him to suffer a sudden heart attack.

Jack thought back to the thumping noise from next door and connected the dots.

Henry must have made his move during their exchange, but not only did the attack fail, he was killed in an instant without managing to alert anyone else.

Jack found it hard to imagine who could instantaneously take down an ace enforcer like Henry.

The "thud" from before must have been the sound of Henry’s body hitting the floor.

Jack was filled with remorse; he should have anticipated this outcome!

The Death God Crab couldn’t have developed intelligence out of nowhere; there had to be others manipulating everything behind the scenes. They were the ones who endowed the Death God Crab with intelligence and helped them establish this ancient kingdom so closely resembling human civilization, and their existence was likely much older than they had imagined.

And all of this was connected to the God of Life.

"Mr. Jack, I’m running out of time, I have a lot more to do next. Please answer my question promptly. What kind of chicken leg would you like to see in your lunch tomorrow?"

As he spoke, Song Lan looked down regretfully at Mr. Henry, who lay motionless on the floor.

The stocky man with a round face had lost focus in his eyes.

Medically speaking, the penetrating wound in his chest was caused by the sudden heart attack, a symptom that had recently appeared in several sudden death cases handled by the United Government, including the Secretary-General of the Review Meeting.

When people found the Secretary-General, he was lying in his office in pretty much the same way Mr. Henry was.

Such a pity.

If only Mr. Henry had remained quiet without making any sudden movements during the attack, he wouldn’t have died so young from heart disease.

He might even have had the chance to enjoy a delicious chicken leg in tomorrow’s lunch.

After waiting for a while and getting no response from Jack Roman next door, Song Lan didn’t want to stay any longer in this sorrow-filled cell and said, "Since you’re not answering, I’ll take it as stewed chicken leg."

Stewed, a classic and delicious preparation.

One that hadn’t gone out of style even in the year 2167.

After these words, he pushed open the cell door and walked toward the prison entrance.

"Is this what you call a detective’s method?"

Although "Nothingness," who was outside the prison, had observed everything with Spiritual Energy, he questioned Song Lan, who indeed had just coaxed out the secret of the biopharmaceutical company seeking Lu Xiang from Jack.

He couldn’t help pointing out the issue, "Isn’t this plain fraud?"

He had impersonated Jack Roman’s cellmate, preying on his vulnerable state to extract information betraying the Brotherhood.

This was essentially no different from scammers who pretended to be relatives of victims claiming an accident had happened and asking for money to be wired.

"To be precise, it’s a benevolent falsehood."

Song Lan believed that this outcome was the best for everyone, with Mr. Jack getting what he wanted—a stewed chicken leg.

However, for the heavily guilt-ridden higher-ups of the Brotherhood, this was at best a small step toward redemption.

Subsequently, after visiting the History Museum of Aocher Nibulu, they would have to deal with the company again.