Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1111 - 950: Old World_2

Chapter 1111: Chapter 950: Old World_2

"If he pressures the Review Meeting, you’ll immediately become the United Government’s top criminal, even if you manage to capture Angle Saffire, the Review Meeting will not condone your actions."

"That would be even better, wouldn’t it?"

The half of Benjamin’s remaining face split into a grin, sinister to the extreme, "That prison has a way to cure me... Moreover, if he truly deserves the name ’The Strongest’, he would not resort to methods that rely on others."

This man was insane.

And irrevocably so.

Zero began to doubt the man’s motive for wanting to repair his own body.

Benjamin was also a witness to the Oasis incident, he should have been lying in a hospital bed at that time, and due to the reversal of time, he had to undergo that surgery that nearly killed him all over again.

Even with military technology, keeping someone alive with only half a body wasn’t easy.

She had read Benjamin’s report; besides skin, bones, and muscles, all the organs in his body had been replaced.

But the man didn’t seem to care about that; excitement nearly spilled from his words, "Thanks to you guys, I witnessed his abilities. He used some method to let that little reporter dodge the ’War Chariot’s’ gunfire."

Before coming to military technology, Benjamin had repeatedly reviewed that recording countless times, memorizing every detail in his mind, "Truly a troublesome ability, eh? This means any tangible attack is useless against him, to kill him one would need to strike in an unexpected way, beyond his understanding... What do you think about poisoning? Odorless, tasteless, to be safe, filling the entire space..."

"I am not interested in this topic, Mr. Benjamin, the contract you signed with military technology has come to an end."

Zero did not want to continue this topic.

Benjamin Abell had dealt with Psychics all his life, he had repeatedly mentioned in the book ’How to Kill a Spiritual Power’ that there are no absolutely invincible Psychics in the world. Their strength often appears deceptive, and once someone discovers a flaw in their abilities, even the strongest Psychics are nothing but lambs to the slaughter.

From his excited expression, it’s clear that Song Lan had become The Keeper’s new target.

This had nothing to do with hatred or grudges.

To these terminally insane madmen, no words attracted them more than "The Strongest" and "Invincible," like the ultimate boss in a game that required players to rack their brains and perform beyond what ordinary people could imagine, in order to stand a chance at defeating it.

Perhaps that was also why Benjamin was eager to find a new body. With his current state, let alone challenging the Psychic recognized by the Review Meeting as the strongest, it was a question whether he could survive until next week.

This was a game for madmen, and they, the sane ones, naturally could not partake.

"I came to you seeking a new deal, I’ve heard that military technology has been in a bit of a rough patch lately."

"That’s not for you to worry about."

"If you personally deliver Angle Saffire to the Review Meeting, that should ease your situation, shouldn’t it?"

"What are the terms?"

"Temporarily shut down the security system before the prison, as I understand it, those are all products of military technology."

"You’re planning a forceful entry."

Zero saw through Benjamin’s intentions, which left her somewhat speechless.

Truly a madman, even the cyber psychopaths caught by the company were much more normal by comparison.

That such a madman could have survived to this day could only be described as a miracle, but for the company, it was a surefire deal. The Review Meeting would love to see him take such a self-dooming approach, probably only Benjamin Abell himself believed he could find a way to cure himself in prison, and return safely.

But well, this was just military technology’s usual tactic.

They didn’t need to lie, just selectively reveal some truths to their partners, which was enough to lure them into the flames.

Theoretically, the prison did indeed contain a way to cure Benjamin, and it was indeed possible for one to return from there, for even a 0.001% chance could be called a probability.

"Tonight, you have 15 minutes."

"The deal is struck, it is always a pleasure to work with you."

Satisfaction spread across the half of Benjamin’s remaining face, but given his current state, even the kindest of expressions would appear fierce and terrifying.

......

It was already deep into the night when they bid farewell to Ante.

Lu Xiang had retrieved the chip and activated the witness protection plan for her, entering her identity into the white list of the Counter-Intelligence Department, providing her with a substantial reward for her future expenses, as well as a brand-new identity, as a token of gratitude for those who bravely contributed to the United Government notwithstanding the dangers.

Ante precisely met all the criteria mentioned above.

Only when the living room returned to quietness did Lu Xiang leisurely remark, "It looks like you guessed wrong this time, Mr. Benjamin went to the prison to save his own life, not to liberate the criminals from the lower levels of the prison."

Ante said that at the end of that battle, half of Benjamin’s body was sliced off, and she had thought for a moment that he was completely dead, only to be surprised by the villain’s robust vitality, alive despite such trauma.

"Even the great detectives can make mistakes."

Song Lan responded calmly; he never sought after the meaningless title of a "100% success rate" detective.

In fact, this case had nothing to do with him.

"I just received an interesting piece of news; Angle Saffire has been handed over to military technology, and now he has been brought before the Review Meeting. The plan is to personally escort him to prison tomorrow morning, it seems our interaction with The Keeper ends here."

"Is there really such good news?"

Song Lan finally showed some emotion.

From the very moment Benjamin manipulated the "War Chariot" to attack the agricultural market, he knew that he was dealing with an unhinged lunatic whose actions were unconcerned with the consequences, and completing the prison escort with such a person was bound to be rife with unexpected errors.

"The Review Meeting is only worried about one thing."

"What’s that?"

"They all know that you have a profound connection with Angle, and they’re worried you might abuse your authority to let him go."

Now that Angle’s capture was widely known, the Review Meeting’s propaganda machinery had already started to celebrate their splendid achievements. Any misstep during the final escort would embarrass many.

What’s worse is that Song Lan is a man with a notorious past, having a history of cases where many people were left unable to save face.

But this only showed that they did not understand Dumb Bird.

"Old friend" is not exactly a term of endearment in his book; for those awarded with this title, survival itself was already no small feat.

"Mr. Angle indeed is my old friend, so I am confident that he will enjoy his time in prison."

"You..."

The expected response left Lu Xiang momentarily at a loss for words. She had intended to invoke the Review Meeting and Homeland Security Bureau’s opinions but was suddenly reminded of how Song Lan, even in District 17, treated the views of even his direct superior like a breeze past his ears.

It seemed Dumb Bird never minded the opinions or judgements of the outside world.

"You should get to bed early today, we have an early start tomorrow."

"Understood!"

Lu Xiang watched Song Lan heading to freshen up and, lying in the bedroom bed, unlocked her phone screen.

"Long time no see."

It was an unread message, signed with a string of random, chaotic codes.

"A man named Benjamin Abell has come to your territory, he is the leader of The Keeper."

"I’ll take care of it, looking forward to our meeting tomorrow. I’ll arrange for someone to pick you up."

"Mm, see you tomorrow."

"Got more work?"

Seeing this, Song Lan, who was holding a warm towel, casually asked.

"Sort of. I suddenly remembered an old friend I haven’t seen in a while."

Lu Xiang, as if recalling some amusing affair, winked at him and emphasized, "A real old friend, not the ’rat’ kind."