Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1024 - 911: The Devil’s Invitation_2

Chapter 1024: Chapter 911: The Devil’s Invitation_2

"How many people do you think died in that military coup?"

"There must have been many, several hundred."

The instructor revealed a number, which was the original size of Lute City’s regular army. From the first day the war broke out, the commander had prepared everyone to sacrifice.

"The answer is less than ten people."

"Less than ten people?"

"After the Prime Minister was restored to power, he executed those who had conspired with the Barrosa Group to launch the coup. There were no casualties among the regular army and civilians. If you visit the Neutral Country XII someday, you’ll know what I’m saying is true."

"Suppose..." the instructor took a deep breath and said, "I mean, suppose everything you said is true, what would that imply?"

"It means that the garrison here, as well as the new recruits, weren’t supposed to die. However, a certain group with ulterior motives is trying to turn this war into a conflict between the Rebel Army and the Oasis government forces."

The instructor’s gaze became hazy as he downed the strong drink in his glass in one go.

Night fell, the prime time for the bar business.

For many people in Lute City, this was their final revelry. Indulging themselves for a night in the bar, then leaving this war-torn city.

The noisy sounds blended together, making every word Song Lan said seem incredibly ethereal.

"Instructor, the most dangerous enemies often appear in the guise of friends."

The two of them held each other’s gaze, Song Lan chuckled lightly and responded with a jest, "Of course, I am no exception. To distinguish who the real enemy is takes sufficient wisdom. I believe the God of Life wishes all her followers to possess discerning eyes."

The night grew deep.

Unbeknownst to him, the instructor had finished an entire bottle of strong liquor.

He did not respond, but the question Song Lan raised had taken root in his heart, involuntarily leading him to consider another possibility.

Engaging in full-scale war with the Rebel Army was the commander’s intention.

Even before this change arrived, there were already many rumors in Lute City.

People said the commander was in close cahoots with the Skull Gang and the "Garbage Disposal Plant," and many had seen him sending civilians who had barely escaped from the clutches of the Brotherhood back to them.

Over time, the local garrison and the Brotherhood became tarred with the same brush.

The effect of the alcohol made the instructor recall many things, including how he originally felt when he believed in the God of Life.

He was one of those tarred with the same brush in people’s eyes, yet he knew that these rumors were true. More than once, he had seen the commander exchange the heads of refugees for substantial rewards, for which they ingeniously termed "public order fines."

It seemed to be a private trade between the commander and the Skull Gang; ultimately, the "public order fines" would end up in the commander’s pocket.

The instructor had witnessed firsthand the fates of those refugees who were sent back to the Skull Gang. They placed their hopes on the local garrison, but the soldiers could never fulfill the trust of those refugees.

When the status quo cannot be changed, you either join the dirt or find another clean place to live your life in peace.

Such was his faith in the God of Life.

Collecting records about the God of Life from around the world became his hobby, and in all the literature, she was described as a deity of mercy and love.

At that moment, something suddenly became clear to the instructor.

If there was anyone in Lute City who least wanted the Brotherhood to fall, it would undoubtedly be their commander.

In fact, after the Skull Gang and the "Garbage Disposal Plant" were wiped out, the commander became paranoid.

If the Brotherhood really lost in this war and Oasis truly returned to the hands of its people, the commander’s years of dealings with the Skull Gang would undoubtedly be exposed, and the day of reckoning would fall upon him.

With this in mind, a more terrifying conjecture rapidly spread throughout the instructor’s thoughts.

Because he knew very well that the commander alone didn’t have the power to escalate the direction of the war into a full-scale conflict between the government forces and the Rebel Army.

There must be someone with much higher authority than the commander manipulating all this from behind the scenes. They shared the same mindset as the commander and knew clearly that when the moment of reckoning came, they couldn’t escape punishment.

And their death throes were to drag more people into this war.

Perhaps he had known this all along but had been under too much pressure to face it head-on, until...

The God of Life chose him.

Although his consciousness was nearing a blur, the instructor recognized one thing clearly.

If he wanted to pass this test, he would need trustworthy allies. These two new recruits were undoubtedly the best candidates.

"Sir..."

The words at the tip of his tongue stopped abruptly. The instructor collected his spirits but found that he was alone at the table, not knowing when everyone else had left.

Time seemed to have skipped again, just like in the barracks.

The table’s electronic cashier assistant indicated that the bill for the drinks and barbecue had already been settled by someone.

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"I think what you did counts as foul play, how does that saying go? Oh right, unfair business competition!"

Walking on the streets of Lute City, "Nothingness" summed up the recent conversation.

He felt Song Lan was far too skilled, as if he had rehearsed countless times.

This made him begin to doubt the various suspicious actions of Song Lan in the past.