Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1142 - 963: Liberator_2

Chapter 1142: Chapter 963: Liberator_2

"The Swallower is truly terrifying."

Qi He looked at Vadim, who was undertaking the 24th challenge inside the device, feeling that their situation was fundamentally no different from the person in the vessel. "Maybe it’s the bridge that connects machinery, Spiritual Energy, and flesh."

"Seriously, why did we come to such a place?"

Gustav preferred focusing on the present rather than scientific exploration.

Since their arrival in D Zone, they had been stuck in this compartment for several days. Even though the prison provided them with high-quality meals daily and tried to accommodate their demands, wandering outside was strictly prohibited. Moreover, before entering this room, they were blindfolded with black cloth, making it impossible to discern their location.

Gustav could only vaguely infer that this facility was underground.

This prison had always been filled with oddities. Perhaps Qi He was right; from the moment they entered the prison, they were trapped in an unknown false world, just like Vadim trapped deeper within the device.

"The arrangement of the Review Meeting, the demands of those from the Q2 faction—we’re officially here to keep up with military technology’s progress."

"Isn’t military technology always very resistant to outsiders meddling with their internal projects?"

"That’s correct."

Qi He shrugged. "So you can also see it as house arrest. After all, during our time in the Fourth Zone, we completely offended the military technology group."

"Not including me—when you guys provoked military technology, I was dutifully studying in the Seventeenth Zone."

Anjing found the right time to join in the conversation between the two men.

She got dragged into this mess by Qi He, having nothing to do with offending the company, yet he spontaneously treated her as extra manpower and brought her to this place to suffer.

Damn Qi He, the troublemaker.

"Anjing!"

Qi He and Gustav raised their voices in unison, startling Anjing, "What? Why are you suddenly shouting?"

"You’ve actually learned to make sarcastic remarks!"

"And you can even roll your eyes!"

As they spoke, a flash of light attacked Anjing.

Qi He timely captured the rare moment of Anjing (Rolling Eyes Edition) on his phone.

The two men then looked at her with the satisfied expression of a proud father, realizing that sending her to study in Newster had been one of the wisest decisions they had made. The once-autistic girl had opened up her heart under the influence of her peers and was finally able to show the cheerful side typical of children her age.

"I’ve decided. Once we get out of here, you’ll continue to study in Newster!"

Qi He made the call.

Even if this decision met with great opposition from the Review Meeting, he was determined to try.

Psychics are not mere tools of the company; they should also have a normal life.

Qi He knew this sounded like the empty promises of a shrewd boss; despite being a representative of the foundation, he still had to follow the commands of the Review Meeting.

But as the saying goes, there are more ways than difficulties.

Just like the incident that happened not long ago at Purple Wisteria Academy.

As an important "talent reserve center" for the foundation, he couldn’t interfere with the academy’s decisions due to his status and position. However, he could find a workaround, bringing an unstable bomb to the academy as a visitor.

Everything turned out as expected; the public scandal resulted in severe consequences for Purple Wisteria Academy. At least for the short term, they couldn’t continue those inhumane experiments on the students.

And Song Lan, he consistently played the role of the self-destructive truck, the kind that explodes others and then nonchalantly walks out through someone else’s front door.

"Hasn’t anyone ever told you that it’s bad luck to say such things?"

The sarcastic version of Anjing appeared once again.

During her studies in Newster, Anfiya had filled her with all sorts of strange knowledge, including the importance of not jinxing oneself before a big event.

Every holiday, Song Lan would teach their family’s kids about the importance of not jinxing themselves.

Often, those characters who kept a low profile and didn’t stand out much in events were the ones who could happily live until the grand finale.

She emphasized, "Saying ’afterward, it’s just...’ is the most typical flag phrase. Don’t misuse it in the future, I don’t want to spend my whole life here."

"Mm-hmm, I understand, you must miss the days of going to school with other kids."

"I don’t."

"There’s no need to argue, this is what kids your age should be doing."

"Qi He is a troublemaker and a childish ghost."

Anjing responded to Qi He’s words with action; she took out the notebook she always carried with her, flipped to a page, and added new characteristics behind Qi He’s name.

What was written in the notebook became the confirmed history of the world.

However, Anjing had never imagined that one day she would use her abilities for the petty quarrels and spitefulness of elementary school children.

She was probably indeed influenced by Anfiya.

"So, big sister Anjing, it’s settled then."

"Who are you calling big sister!"

This call of "big sister" made her skin crawl with goosebumps, and she hastily flipped open her notebook, erased the "childish ghost" characteristic, and after completing this series of movements, her heart was still pounding uncontrollably.

This was clearly a psychic attack, its level of contamination could even compete with Devourers.

Gustav realized the dreadful consequences if this conversation continued and he had to intervene to steer the topic back on track, "Seriously though, Qi He, why do you insist on opposing the foundation?"

This was also a question he had been wanting to ask for a while.

Looking back, using the foundation’s resources to establish a Psychic Organization, gathering talented graduates from Purple Wisteria Academy to his side, might have been a preparation for the day he would break with the foundation.

It was a path fraught with life-threatening dangers.

Just from his fallout with the military tech in D Zone, Qi He had narrowly escaped death in the Sea of Souls, and now he’s been soft-imprisoned in such a place, with no certainty as to when he could see the light of day again.

Considering the nature of the prison, the prospects of their release were grim.

That’s why Gustav was utterly puzzled.

Representative of the foundation, member of the Review Meeting, permanent member of the Review Meeting; any of these statuses was something countless people yearned for, and if Qi He just maintained his position smoothly, he could enjoy all the glory and wealth the world had to offer.

Yet, he chose to confront the foundation.

And it might have been a thought brewing since the day he joined the foundation.

"I’ve answered this question for you many times,"

Qi He said.

"How come I don’t remember?"

"How could you not? When I invited you all to join the organization, I told each one of you. If you really want to hear it again, then, I will tell you once more. Everything I do is for the liberation of Psychics."

"Qi He, I’m serious, what you’re referring to is the organization’s slogan."

Gustav’s tone grew a few shades more serious than before.

Propaganda is something companies excel at, and every company claims that everything they do is to make tomorrow better.

Although he also disapproved of the foundation and the corporations, having once been offered a sky-high bounty by the United Government, he felt that if he had to dedicate his life to a cause, he at least had the right to know.

For instance, for what reason they opposed the foundation, risking immense danger to come to such a place.

"For the liberation of Psychics."

Qi He emphasized his tone as well; the answer had never changed, "That is my serious answer."

He looked towards a device.

Vadim, embarking on his 24th journey, had just crawled into the drainage pipe, and this time, he should be aware that someone had set a trap on the door.

"Of course, including this place."