Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1027 - 912: Embracing Life After Facing Death_2

Chapter 1027: Chapter 912: Embracing Life After Facing Death_2

However, this time, no one responded to his command.

Instead, Ricochet gave a signal, and two soldiers stepped forward, restraining the commander’s shoulders from left and right.

"You’re insane!"

The commander couldn’t believe it; he didn’t understand.

Ricochet must have been kicked in the head by a donkey, as the man was usually babbling on about something, but why were the others acting crazy along with Ricochet?

The standoff didn’t last long.

The commander’s face was contorted with rage, but he knew that standing his ground was not in his favor at this time, so he only symbolically struggled a few times, then shot Ricochet a vicious glare.

Imprisonment was only temporary.

The Oasis Peace Company and Lira’s politicians would find a way to fish him out.

And when that time came, he would personally send Ricochet and all of today’s participants to the "Pig Pen" and watch the warden of the "Pig Pen" use the most brutal methods to settle his rage.

"Commander, I hope you’ll carefully consider my question,"

Ricochet said, "The next time we meet, I want to know who issued the orders."

Before that, there were many things waiting for him to accomplish.

The people of Lute City were awaiting an answer, and his storming into the commander’s residence had caused an uproar throughout the city, so after sending the nefarious commander to the jail cell, he needed to ascend the bell tower and announce the city’s changes to all the inhabitants.

"Wait a moment, Instructor."

Hearing his intention, his subordinate quickly grabbed Ricochet’s arm.

The bell tower was a landmark building of Lute City and also bore the darkest and most sanguinary history of the city.

At the start of the suppression war, countless spirited individuals who vowed to fight the Brotherhood to the end had climbed the bell tower, telling people of their determination and envisioning the future of their nation.

But in the end, the bell tower became a morgue for hanging corpses.

The Brotherhood hung those mangled bodies beyond recognition on the bell tower, as a warning to anyone trying to oppose them. Since then, the bell tower had become an ominous place in people’s eyes; even many years later, people would still inadvertently glimpse the hanged and maimed corpses upon passing by.

"We have many other options, such as recording a video or inviting journalists to interview at the military camp..."

said the subordinate.

When you climb the bell tower, not only the civilians of Lute City would see you, but also the remnants of the Brotherhood and the cronies of the commander would be present.

"This is a mission I must complete."

Ricochet left his people with a determined gaze, "I have to make a trip to the bell tower."

.........

"Nothingness" sat comfortably in a deck chair on the balcony, which was a residence provided by the merchant association, with a clear view of the bell tower.

Today, Lute City was unusually lively; even those who had been planning to flee had turned back.

After many years, another fearless individual had climbed the bell tower.

The instructor of the Lute City barracks wasn’t a particularly famous figure, but just before he climbed the bell tower, he led a raid into the commander’s house and sent the notorious warlord to prison.

This briefly reminded people of the suppression war, where at its onset, they indeed harbored hope.

"I think, you are the real ’Black Hand’ behind everything."

"Nothingness" commented spontaneously.

Up to this point, everything was progressing in the direction Song Lan had planned.

The people of Lute City could never have dreamed that the grand revolution stemmed from a conversation in a bar the previous night.

There were no meticulous schemes, everything happened so suddenly.

Ricochet stood at the top of the bell tower, his stirring speech reached here, crossing several blocks.

"The speech wasn’t written by you, was it?"

"Of course not."

Song Lan shook his head. He was someone who couldn’t even be bothered to write monthly work reports, so how could he possibly write a speech for someone else?

The way he dealt with work reports was to simply copy and paste something from the internet and submit it, and then the overly conscientious Lu Xiang would inevitably end up revising it for him.

He had also caught bits and pieces of Ricochet’s speech, "Climbing up the bell tower and giving a speech was all his own idea. Perhaps he’s a genius in that domain."

"A genius?"

Nothingness, however, felt that Ricochet’s actions, in the eyes of others, were undoubtedly those of a foolhardy man. "A mere military instructor dares to challenge the real authority holders."

However, he did come to understand the deeper meaning behind Song Lan’s suggestion to study history more thoroughly last night.

This country had once had many such "fools" like Ricochet.

That traces back to before the encirclement campaigns. Back then, those who challenged the Brotherhood were of much higher status than Ricochet, yet even so, they hadn’t won the war.

Therefore, Nothingness grew increasingly curious about the revolution that Ricochet had sparked, wondering how it would ultimately end.

"What you say makes sense. An instructor’s rank is indeed too low, and his ability to rally support is extremely limited."

At this moment, the crowd gathered in front of the bell tower was mostly there for the spectacle, not lacking those who set up betting pools, speculating how many days it would be before Ricochet’s body would be hung from the bell tower.

With the sudden outbreak of screams, the bet was settled.

The answer was right there, in front of their eyes, at that very moment.

The muffled report of a sniper rifle tore through the sky. The force of the large-caliber bullet was enough to shatter a man’s skull.

Everyone saw the blood mist that blossomed atop the bell tower. The inspiring speech cut off abruptly, and the body at the edge of the tower, like a kite with its string cut, plummeted downward.

An anticipated ending.

Ironically, compared to his predecessors, Ricochet got off relatively lightly by having his head blown open with a single sniper round.

"Pity, he was a good cricket," Nothingness commented. "It seems those people never intended to let him live through the day."

"What does the recruitment announcement say again?"

Song Lan glanced at the falling body, the experience drawn out and extended, with time slowing to a crawl at that instant, allowing all those beneath the bell tower to witness the entire process.

He pulled out the recruitment notice and began to read, "It says that those blessed by the God of Life are like war deities on the battlefield, any wound healing quickly. They attack their enemies tirelessly and even the ferocious Rebel Army cannot stop their advance."

That was precisely the scene that was unfolding before the eyes of those in front of the bell tower.

They saw how Ricochet’s shattered head reconstructed itself bit by bit as it fell, and eventually returned to its original state. The process could be described as both gory and bizarre, yet no one looked away.

Ricochet’s body finally hit the ground.

Seconds later, he reopened his eyes, propped himself up with his hands, and stood up once more, under the watchful eyes of all present.

Even he felt the surrealness of the event.

When he climbed the bell tower, he was ready to die. In theory, at the moment the sniper’s bullet passed through his forehead, he should have been dead.

A miracle, defying all common sense, unfolded before everyone.

"Old Song, you devil—!"

At this moment, Nothingness finally understood the game Song Lan was playing.

When the miracle occurred, Ricochet had completely cast aside his former self.

Everyone in front of the bell tower witnessed his transformation.

"Don’t look at me, all thanks go to the generous support of Oasis Peace Company."

It was the company’s relentless efforts and generous donations that rooted the concept of the God of Life in the minds of every Oasis citizen. And just then, they proved something to everyone with a single sniper round.

The God of Life,

is real.