Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1172 - 977: Bomb Disposal Expert_2

Chapter 1172: Chapter 977: Bomb Disposal Expert_2

The identity of a military personnel has now become the most convincing umbrella of protection, yet there is reliable information that the extremist organization will initiate action today.

They decided to use a human bomb in the ambulance transporting patients to carry out a terrorist attack targeting the Psychic Research Institute.

This also provides a new explanation for the frequent attacks that have occurred recently.

The Psychic Research Institute seems to believe that this is a mental illness that can be remedied, a psychic version of cyber-psychosis, but The Keeper has prepared a more persuasive answer.

All the attackers are secretly serving a transnational psychic extremist organization, whose purpose is to overthrow the United Government’s regime.

This is an organization that touts the slogan "Psychic Ability Users Supremacy."

And the mastermind behind this terrorist attack is none other than those uninvited guests who "appeared out of nowhere" in the hospital.

All the details perfectly match up.

Benjamin had to admit that in terms of fabricating intelligence, their new partner was much more professional, and compared to his original plan, the partner had provided him with a more constructive suggestion.

The means of controlling public opinion are far less effective than the bloody reality, rather than using social media to denounce the threat of Psychic Ability Users, it is better to let them witness the terror of this extremist organization firsthand.

For instance, creating an explosion as a warning to the Psychic Research Institute that will stun the United Government.

The portraits of several terrorists have also been prepared, and that mysterious partner can ensure that these portraits make the headlines within an hour of the explosion.

As for the principle behind the explosion, it is beyond the understanding of someone like him.

He only needs to know one conclusion—Psychic Ability Users themselves are unmatched explosives, using some specific methods to detonate themselves, their explosive potency can annihilate an entire street block in the blink of an eye.

This special kind of "human bomb" also possesses the characteristics of being irremovable and unpreventable.

According to the partner’s description, it is more akin to a silent explosion; there won’t be a dramatic scene of sparks flying, but wherever the Psychic Energy reaches, all life and objects will be obliterated.

And now, the only thing he needs to do is to decide who will become this "human bomb."

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Following the information given by the partner, Benjamin knocked on the door of one of the cubicles.

"Come in."

A young girl’s voice quickly came from inside.

Upon entering, this pale-faced girl was lying on the bed in her hospital gown, her legs covered by a blanket, with a tablet placed on top. Seeing Benjamin come in, she quickly spoke a few words to the person on the other end of the video call before disconnecting.

The young girl gave him a friendly smile.

"Routine inspection."

Benjamin took out the electronic medical record; the girl’s name was Qi Yun, a Four-Star Rescuer certified by the Rescuer Association.

It was undoubtedly an incredible achievement to have already got the title of a Four-Star Rescuer at her age, and she had great potential to advance to Five Stars, even looking forward to the highest accomplishment of Six Stars that a Rescuer could achieve, but now, like other Psychics, she was troubled by illness.

It began with intermittent amnesia.

According to Qi Yun, she would suddenly "come back to her senses" at some moment and completely forget everything she had experienced in the past few hours, followed by an unexplainable exhaustion every day, and an urge to sleep as if her life depended on it. Since falling ill, she had spent most of her time in sleep.

However, Qi Yun was an optimistic girl.

After being sent to the hospital, she actively cooperated with every task the doctors set, and after hearing about the treatment plan from the Psychic Research Institute, she willingly signed the agreement.

She didn’t want her family to worry about her health excessively. When Benjamin entered, she was still comforting her worried mother, saying she already felt much better and would not need much time to go home, also asking them to tell her brother on her behalf, promising to take him to visit the Rescuer Association when she returned.

But among all the descriptions, Benjamin was only interested in one thing—the title of "Four-Star Rescuer."

The focus was on the Psychic potency.

To detonate a Four-Star Psychic could easily destroy an entire block, and if the explosion was set in the commercial district, it could result in unprecedented casualties of hundreds of people in an instant.

Just the thought of this made Benjamin’s blood boil.

He picked up the syringe prepared on the trolley.

"These medications will help keep your condition stable; you might feel a little drowsy, but that’s a normal reaction."

The drug, of course, was also provided by his mysterious partner—it was an essential step in transforming a Psychic into an explosive.

Qi Yun extended her right hand, placing it on the stand.

Benjamin finished the last bit of disinfection, gently pressing the pillow against her tender skin.

This was a common affliction of those born into wealth: even as a Four-Star rescuer, she remained utterly ignorant of the world’s treachery.

Benjamin could guarantee that, due to her family circumstances, the lady’s usual duties were nothing more than performative public safety events. Essentially, these were events where the Rescue Association had removed all danger beforehand, then let them stand in front of cameras, which helped people remember their facade.

If this naive girl spent a month "outside," she would never allow anyone to inject her with unknown drugs.

But for now, he was thankful for her naiveté.

The injection was completed without any hitches; the entire plan had gone unbelievably smoothly.

He saw Qi Yun’s eyelids droop, already looking somewhat drowsy.

"Sleep tight, we’ll wake you up when it’s time to get in the car."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Even in an overwhelming drowsiness, Qi Yun managed to express her gratitude politely.

By the time Benjamin pushed the cart to the door of the ward, Qi Yun was already deeply asleep.

According to his mysterious partner, during her sleep, the drug would alter her, turning her Psychic Abilities into an extremely unstable state. This was the complete process of turning a person into a timed bomb, and the only thing he had to do next was to detonate this bomb at the right location.

Soon, Benjamin heard commotion from downstairs.

The belated detectives from the Special Cases Investigation Bureau had finally arrived.

Angle Saffire didn’t look well; his face was without color, his trench coat soaked by a dark red liquid. The last time Benjamin had seen him, he was being attacked by a cybernetic greeter holding a fruit knife.

Now, Angle looked more in need of remedy than ever.

"Angle Saffire, Level-One Agent of the Special Cases Investigation Bureau!"

Grinding his teeth, he showed his ID to the encroaching crowd.

A sharp sixth sense led his gaze beyond the crowd, resting on Benjamin pushing a cart on the second floor. Even though the latter was wearing a medical mask, he recognized him instantly.

Benjamin didn’t look away either; he waved at Angle and then, without turning his head, strode off in another direction.

Could the justice-driven and responsible Bureau agents stop this long-planned bombing by the extremist Psychic organization?

The answer was obviously no.

Until that moment arrived, no one would suspect that the bomb was hidden inside Qi Yun’s body.

Even more regrettably, the agent Angle Saffire would soon be recalled by the Bureau, which, his partner revealed, was now eagerly looking for a scapegoat to take responsibility for the rash actions of the morning.

Thinking of this, Benjamin couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

No one could imagine that the bomb was hidden inside Qi Yun, nor could anyone stop the bombing that would shock the entire United Government!

...

"The bomb is hidden inside Qi Yun."

On another moving vehicle, Song Lan concluded confidently. He enlarged the area of the shopping street with his index finger and added, "The target is this commercial street. When the vehicle passes this section, he will detonate the bomb inside Qi Yun."

"How did you know?"

Although Lu Xiang had guessed that Song Lan would find the answer to this problem, she didn’t expect him to know the details so precisely. She couldn’t help but recall Song Lan’s "Luck-based Criminal Investigation" method and asked with some uncertainty, "By intuition?"

"No, by Benjamin."

"...Huh?"

"He said it himself."