Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1040 - 918: 1/150 (Part Two)

Chapter 1040: Chapter 918: 1/150 (Part Two)

"Children of God, in this time of disaster, only by uniting our hearts can we—"

Reading this, Lu Xiang clenched her fists, but the embarassing cringe she felt did not fade until she pinched her own thigh hard, finally managing to free herself from the awkwardness.

This can’t go on any longer.

Let alone giving an inspiring speech to her followers, just reading the speech generated by the "Sea of Souls" AI made Lu Xiang think her future could only be described as dark. If someone with ill intentions recorded and saved a video of the speech, it would become a lifelong disgrace for her.

It seemed that the "Sea of Souls" was not omnipotent after all.

Lu Xiang simply turned off her phone screen, lightly massaging her swollen forehead.

Before this, she had never played the role of a religious leader, although she had arrested plenty of zealots intent on overthrowing the rule of the United Government.

Then, she turned around and saw Song Lan, who had fallen asleep on her shoulder.

The residual awkwardness suddenly turned into annoyance—ten minutes ago, this Dumb Bird had claimed he would help her sift through the speech.

Wherever Dumb Bird went, the atmosphere always took a strange turn.

As the unprecedented epidemic swept through the Oasis, he strolled down the streets.

When the mastermind behind the Oasis Peace Company came to light, he accepted Rosali’s remote invitation to a card game.

As they rode the hovercar to Lute City to decide the fate of the Oasis, he fell asleep.

How can you sleep through such situations?

She always wanted to question Song Lan like this, but so far, every crisis they encountered had ended in an almost absurd manner.

For instance, the long-concealed mastermind who had amassed enough power to overthrow the United Government ended up dying from a sudden illness—this was the situation, according to Song Lan.

People die from illnesses all the time, so why can’t the bad guys?

The profession of being a bad guy doesn’t come with disease resistance. Theoretically, to overthrow an entire country, they often need to exert unimaginable effort. When everyone else sleeps, that is precisely when the bad guys act, the ideal moment for them to carry out their clandestine schemes unseen.

So from a medical standpoint, bad guys typically have irregular habits and lack proper rest. They are often in a high-pressure mental state and, compared to ordinary people, have a higher risk of sudden death.

Song Lan always managed to come up with a complete and seemingly convincing theory.

These theories could also be linked to the health practices he advocated—he strongly advised everyone, especially the public officials of the United Government, to take good care of their bodies, so that even if they did nothing, they could still outlast the bad guys.

Agent Hannah was a practitioner of this theory.

Before Lu Xiang left District 17, the desperate people at the Bureau of Abnormal Cases Investigation said they hadn’t heard from Agent Hannah in two months.

Thinking about all this, her mood gradually lightened.

Lu Xiang’s lips curved into a slight smile. She pushed aside all the troublesome matters like the speech and focused intently on studying how Song Lan slept.

Infant-like sleep.

This was the health standard that Song Lan always promoted, and he always managed to maintain a high-quality sleep anywhere, anytime.

Having stared for a while, Lu Xiang began to feel mischievous.

She plucked a few strands of her bangs, twisted them together, and then poked the twisted hair into Song Lan’s ear.

As expected, Song Lan’s eyebrows furrowed, and his head subtly shook as her hair moved.

"Nothingness" saw everything, and the apple he was holding suddenly lost its appeal.

He hadn’t even finished one apple before he inexplicably felt full,

Especially when he put himself in their shoes, realizing he had wandered alone between the Neutral Countries for years, accompanied only by his pillow during weary times.

He didn’t come on this trip to watch all this!

"You’ve changed quite a bit over the years, haven’t you?"

"Nothingness" coughed lightly, grasping at straws to make conversation—it wasn’t important what they talked about, what mattered was to make it known that there was still an older, single individual present here.

His tactful intervention didn’t achieve any effect, and Lu Xiang intensified her efforts, moving from teasing Song Lan’s ears with her hair to poking his nose.

Song Lan’s eyes twitched, nearly opening several times but ultimately succumbing to sleep.

"Are you saying I never used to do something this boring?"

Lu Xiang’s voice carried a touch of laughter. Since meeting Song Lan, she had indeed changed a lot. When she was first appointed as the Chief Law Enforcer of District 17, her only pleasure at night was "fishing" at crime-ridden spots. But now, she could think of many fun ways to enrich her life every day.

Her current prank was just such an example.

As the saying goes, outsiders watch the spectacle, insiders watch the skill.

There were indeed levels of skill in pranking. Every weekend when Song Lan slept in, she would always poke her hair into his ears and nostrils, sending him into a state of half-sleep.

Her current record was maintaining that state for 37 minutes.