Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1175 - 979: Press ’E’ to Solve Your Problem

Chapter 1175: Chapter 979: Press ’E’ to Solve Your Problem

Half an hour after the anonymous text was sent, the Homeland Security Bureau sprang into action.

Armored vehicles drove through the streets; perhaps learning from the morning’s operation, no drones were used this time; people disembarked rapidly to carry out crowd dispersal tasks.

"There, the one wearing the bulletproof vest is our ’Dangerous Prevention’ course instructor."

Lu Xiang pointed to the commander set up in the provisional command center, finding the most wondrous aspect of time travel to be this—her teacher’s beard hadn’t yet grayed, and he hadn’t even begun to encounter his hair loss issue.

The same, though, was the instructor’s perpetual stern expression.

It was apparent that the commander was particularly enraged at the moment, causing Song Lan to wonder, "Is he always this angry?"

"Not really; he’s just typically very strict. Right now, he’s angry because of the Psychic Research Institution."

Lu Xiang blinked, "I hacked into their communication system. The Homeland Security Bureau contacted the research institution immediately, hoping they would halt this operation, but were rebuffed."

Just a quarter-hour ago, a fierce argument erupted over the phone.

Jiu believed that the intelligence received by the Homeland Security Bureau was baseless nonsense, and that they needed to complete the transport today.

If one were to inquire further, it’s likely that RT1 and their fellow countryman had issued Jiu a final ultimatum, ordering him to deliver the Psychic Ability Users to the "drop-off point" by any means necessary, primarily to ensure Benjamin could set off Qi Yun, the human Psychic bomb, near the business center.

Lu Xiang and Song Lan had moved from the bus station to a high-rise across from the business center.

The covert operation posed no hurdles; they swapped into business suits and white shirts, looking every bit like genuine corporate personnel; Lu Xiang set down the binoculars and straightened Song Lan’s tie.

Song Lan never liked such overly formal attire, and would absolutely skip any kind of office gathering if he could.

Now, however, Song Lan must admit there was something appealing about the corporate uniform.

Ever since infiltrating this company, whose name he hadn’t even noticed, he’d felt an inexplicable thrill—perhaps due to the nature of such covert operations themselves, though it might also be because Lu Xiang had also changed into a company suit skirt, the white shirt she found seemingly one size too small, tightly accentuating her figure.

Admittedly, Lu Xiang’s figure was always excellent.

Yet, she never liked clothing that outlined her figure; Counter-Intelligence Department uniforms with built-in bulletproof liners could pad even the best figure flat.

Lu Xiang had reiterated more than once that wearing high heels on the battlefield existed only in video games, noting those who could stride nimbly under fire in heels were certainly not normal.

"What’s wrong?"

Seeing Song Lan remain silent, Lu Xiang asked inquisitively.

"I am thinking."

"Thinking? I was just introducing our ’Dangerous Prevention’ course instructor to you."

"Hmm, I see. That is to say, he is a peculiar character and should be noted."

Song Lan shifted his gaze from Lu Xiang, looking towards the commander issuing orders in the distant command center, and picked up the binoculars pretentiously, then...

The commander turned red.

This was not an exaggeration or poetic license; the commander genuinely became red, like he was marked by a tactical scope, his red outline visible even through walls.

Yet, those around the commander seemed completely oblivious, continuing their tasks methodically.

"What are you doing!"

Lu Xiang’s vision darkened, finding every day with Song Lan filled with absurdity.

"Press, press Q to mark important personnel."

Song Lan clumsily explained, admitting he had been momentarily distracted by some dazing elements and had subconsciously acted after shifting targets, "This is to help us track his movements later and ensure his safety during the operation as much as possible."

If reality also had a mission dashboard, they would probably receive a new task prompt now.

"Ensure the commander’s safety."

"Who asked you to mark him!"

"Don’t rush; I did make a mistake just now. Let me adjust."

Song Lan picked up the binoculars again, looking toward the commander enveloped in red. Approximately two seconds later, a sweeping change occurred over the commander.

The contour enveloping him shifted from red to blue.

"This way, it’s foolproof; blue signifies allies."

"Are you a grade schooler?!"

Lu Xiang originally wanted to scold Song Lan, but strangely, this blue outline unexpectedly made her feel slightly exhilarated as she observed it longer. It reminded her of whispering to a desk-mate during class and secretly nicknaming the teacher.

It turns out the experience of zoning out during class could be quite fascinating.

Indeed, she missed a lot at Morning Star; back then, she listened attentively in every class, not sparing even a moment to daydream, and another significant reason was probably that Morning Star didn’t have someone as cheeky as Song Lan to mark the teacher with a blue border.

And Dumb Bird had another trait: stubbornness.

Given some time to react, he could always concoct some ludicrous justification. At this moment, Song Lan had snapped out of the white shirt incident, retorting, "Benjamin Abel isn’t the type to let things slide. If he realizes the human Psychic bomb isn’t effective, he’ll definitely utilize the authority granted by RT1 to launch an attack on the Peacekeeping Forces of the Homeland Security Bureau!"

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