Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1176 - 979: Press "E" to Solve Your Problems_2

Chapter 1176: Chapter 979: Press "E" to Solve Your Problems_2

Benjamin’s enemies all refer to him as a persistent figure akin to chewing gum; such a person would never initiate a surrender vote when the winds of circumstance blow against him.

Song Lan’s concerns were valid, but Lu Xiang couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a hastily concocted excuse by the opponent, who was definitely devising some unspeakable secrets during the silence just now.

She somewhat regretted giving Song Lan time to react.

He continued eloquently, "Moreover, this is Qi He and their last chance. Once Qi Yun is taken away with the convoy to RT1’s hands, rescuing her would be impossible."

"What are you planning to do?"

"Create chaos, the bigger the better."

From the current situation, the struggle for Qi Yun had turned into a four-way melee.

The overtly-involved Homeland Security Bureau Peacekeeping Forces and Psychic Abilities Research Institute, and in the shadows, Qi He and Benjamin were covetously watching, but he believed the situation could be even more chaotic.

Lu Xiang had just mentioned that Angle Saffire was recalled by the investigation bureau for an anomaly, and the higher-ups now urgently needed someone to take responsibility for the losses of this morning’s operation, and this always lone-working first-grade agent was undoubtedly the best candidate.

But Song Lan had a different opinion.

Actions carried out with a sense of justice like this should be supported.

So at this moment, Angle, who was escorted into the Interrogation room by his colleagues, saw some strange changes in his vision.

This slightly calmed his previously outraged emotions.

He was escorted back to the bureau like a criminal by his colleagues in the abnormal case investigation, and the moment he sensed Benjamin’s plot, he contacted the investigation bureau hoping they would send a professional bomb disposal team, as he seriously suspected Benjamin had planted bombs in the detention center or the vehicles about to depart.

But in the end, he didn’t wait for a bomb disposal team, but a squad of riot agents clad in riot exoskeleton armor, armed to the teeth.

The moment they saw him, they grabbed his arm and pressed his chin against the armored vehicle.

Despite Angle repeatedly stressing the seriousness of the situation, the superiors concluded that this was nothing but nonsense to shirk responsibility.

Angle was sure that Benjamin was plotting a terrorist attack, and their time was running out, but he was not only unable to rush to the scene but also very likely to be sent to the Tribunal.

But he was unable to persuade his superiors and colleagues, nor could he run out from this damned Interrogation room.

Handcuffs restricted his personal freedom, and his physical condition could only be described as the worst.

A night without sleep left him mentally blurry, and his whole body’s response was half a beat slow. When he was escorted back to the bureau and was forced to calm down, the pain from his wounds surged all at once.

To suppress the frenzied bionic human receptionist at the Royal Margaret Hotel, he was stabbed at least five times and was also hit in the arm by shrapnel from an armed drone gunfire when he burst out of the hotel. It was the scorching sensation all over his body that barely kept his consciousness from fading into unconsciousness.

Just when he was groggy and felt like he couldn’t hold on any longer, something strange happened.

Strange markings appeared on the coffee on the table.

"Press ’E’ to restore stamina."

Angle stared for a good while before he was sure he wasn’t seeing things; strange markings indeed appeared next to the coffee cup.

This was the most common coffee in the bureau, counted also as a staff benefit, used to alleviate the fatigue from overnight work, and nearly everyone drank it like water.

Then, more markings appeared.

The alloy handcuffs binding his hands behind his back also displayed an "E" marker, and he tentatively touched the marker when his colleagues weren’t paying attention to him.

The prompt for the "E" case disappeared, followed by a holographic projection of a lock-picking interface. His hands were clearly shackled, yet he could control the lock-picking tool’s rotation with his mind.

With a "snap," the lock pick broke, and the prompt returned to its original appearance.

Angle’s heart raced to his throat, but when he looked at his colleague, the latter seemed to have completely missed the distinct noise just now.

Could it be that only he could hear the sound?

Angle no longer had time to think further, nor did he want to guess the origins of these symbols that just appeared. He could only assume that he was infected by the Bionic Human Virus during the assault, which allowed him to see the landscape that only bionic humans could see.

He knew his time was running out.

Benjamin Abell was planning a terrorist attack somewhere, while the investigation bureau was only busy finding a scapegoat.

He started picking the lock again, and with the experience from the last time, his motions were much more cautious. After seven attempts, the handcuffs were unbelievably unlocked.

All of this quietly unfolded right under his colleague’s watch.

Angle incredulously flexed his wrists a few times and then two rows of bizarre symbols appeared beside his colleague’s head:

"Press ’E’ for a non-lethal stun."

"Press ’F’ for a lethal kill."

This was all so incredible that Angle started to suspect that this was a trap tailor-made for him.

Once brought before the Tribunal, according to the procedure, he would have the opportunity to defend himself.

The best way to pin all the blame on him would be to deprive him of the chance to speak, and escaping handcuffs and attacking a colleague in the interrogation room would give them a direct reason to kill him on the spot.

Moreover, the colleague guarding him was wearing riot assault armor, so it was hard for him to imagine how he could possibly non-lethally stun him.

This armor is a piece of solo combat equipment designed for small-scale battles, one of the cutting-edge pieces of military technology, conferring an overwhelming advantage to those equipped with the exoskeleton.

Yet even so, Angle decided to try his luck.

If he passed out here, heaven knows if the investigation bureau would inject him with some undetectable poison, helping him to sleep forever.

The moment he chose "E" with his mind, Angle was prepared to go down fighting.

Several forms of sudden attack surfaced in his mind, but then his body moved on its own accord, performing actions that baffled him—he just stood up from the chair, walked over to his colleague in plain view.

On seeing this, his colleague naturally glared at him and issued a warning.

Next, something even more incomprehensible to Angle happened.

His colleague, far superior in physical abilities due to the exoskeleton, was slowly approached from behind by him—dazed and severely injured—and was choked by his outstretched hands. The colleague didn’t put up any resistance and soon passed out, eyes rolling back.

This colleague...

Couldn’t he have been persuaded and dissatisfied with the bureau’s actions, thus cooperating with Angle’s attack in such an awkward way?

Angle felt that this should be the conclusion drawn by a sane person, but now he was clearly in an abnormal situation. After he finished the coffee on the table in one gulp, the drowsiness miraculously vanished, and the wounds on his body scabbed over at a visible rate.

However, the truly bizarre event was yet to come.

The colleague who had been non-lethally stunned and passed out, exploded his equipment right in front of Angle.

The riot exoskeleton armor fell to the ground due to some mysterious force, and a notification even considerately marked the lootable items for him:

"Riot Exoskeleton Armor."

"Lackman (Submachine Gun)."

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