Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1177 - 980: Please Follow the Game Prompts

Chapter 1177: Chapter 980: Please Follow the Game Prompts

In Angle’s eyes, the whole world seemed to have turned into an FPS game themed around gunfights and encounters. He quickly noticed that in addition to the strange mental command buttons, many bizarre features had appeared.

For instance, he could see the alert range of his colleagues and the surveillance cameras.

Once the world became filled with magical colors, escaping alone from the bureau, an impossible feat, had become possible.

What was even more unbelievable was that, by the time Angle dodged his colleagues and surveillance to reach the streets, his wounds had fully healed, and the fatigue accumulated from several nights of staying up had been wiped clean. He had returned to his peak condition both mentally and physically.

And all it took was three cans of coffee.

He no longer wished to consider the consequences if his prison break was discovered; he had to prevent it all before Benjamin Abell could launch a terrorist attack.

Angle’s premonition had never been as strong as it was now, so strong that he could almost see the future where a bomb was detonated in a densely populated area.

The sky had darkened, and he glanced at the time.

It was exactly when the shelter’s vehicles were scheduled to depart.

His gaze locked onto a sedan parked by the roadside, and once again, an "E" key appeared, this time with the prompt to "take over" the vehicle.

Angle walked forward, and up to this point, every action of his had gone smoothly, giving him a strange feeling—that even the whole world was on his side, hoping that he would stop Benjamin’s mad attack.

In his mind, the car he "took over" would be driven by an owner who understood the severity of the situation and would take him to the location of the impending terrorist attack.

When he left the bureau, he heard his colleagues mention actions by the Homeland Security Bureau, claiming that they seemed to have some intelligence and were starting to evacuate the commercial center.

Compared to the magical operations just now, commandeering a civilian vehicle was the most realistic scenario. In past operations, they had occasionally encountered situations where a vehicle was urgently needed, and all he needed was a bit of luck.

At the car door, Angle touched the "E" command mentally once again.

Today was his lucky day; luck was the one thing he wasn’t short on.

In fact, even without those magical operations, he was confident he could persuade the car owner.

The car owner was a lady dressed in luxurious clothes, her fashionable prosthesis modifications clearly high-value. Just by looking through the car window and seeing her for the first time, Angle knew she was a deeply principled lady.

As always, his body entered an uncontrollable state.

However, what happened next completely exceeded his expectations. He couldn’t control his own actions and could only watch helplessly as he yanked open the car door and roughly grabbed the lady’s shoulders. She looked at him in terror, destined to be pulled out of the car.

The lady was wearing high-heeled boots with tall heels, and his rough behavior caused her to stagger in the street, nearly falling.

After pulling the lady from the driver’s seat, he sat in the driver’s seat without a word, like an emotionless assassin.

"Ah—!"

He shut the car door and heard a sharp scream that slightly pierced his eardrums from outside. It seemed the lady saw his blood-stained coat and smelled the lingering blood, causing her to flee in extreme terror.

When Angle regained control over his body, the panicked lady was already running towards the Anomalous Affairs Bureau building without looking back. Almost instinctively, he made a gesture to keep her from leaving.

No!

I’m not a car thief!

I am a level one agent from the Anomalous Affairs Bureau.

A terrorist named Benjamin Abell is planning a terrorist attack, and with time being critical, I must commandeer this vehicle.

I...

Why the hell did I pull the lady from the driver’s seat?

Realizing the true meaning of "take over," Angle fell into endless regret. Even though he had achieved his goal again, the means to achieve it had drastically pushed him towards the abyss of crime. Even if he successfully prevents Benjamin later, considering the matter would allow him to be forgiven for his crime, the complaint by the lady alone would give him plenty to deal with.

The lady appeared to be a high-ranking employee of a company.

He, Angle Safron, was really not a car thief!

After reaffirming this in his mind, he stepped on the accelerator, managing to flee the scene before any colleagues from the bureau could come out to inquire.

Meanwhile, on the other side, another person was also stunned by this sudden turn of events.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Xiang couldn’t help but pose a soul-searching question to Song Lan, "This is a criminal act!"

The act by the roadside just now changed Mr. Angle Safron’s image from a just agent, even if framed, to a car thief attacking an innocent pedestrian, and the "green light" they painstakingly arranged for him suddenly collapsed.

Escaping from prison is a struggle against the corruption inside the bureau, but the lady on the street was a completely unrelated innocent bystander.

"...It’s designed this way in the game."