Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1179 - 980: Please Follow the Game Prompts_3

Chapter 1179: Chapter 980: Please Follow the Game Prompts_3

The mysterious partner was truly a significant figure; at this moment, the drones in the sky, the equipment supplied by the Peacekeeping Forces, and all surveillance cameras by the streets had become his eyes, allowing him to enjoy the moment of the explosion from every angle without a single blind spot.

The atmosphere now was more splendid than he had imagined.

He sat at the table, pouring red wine into his glass, high above the hundredth floor, taking in the night view of The First Region that only the high society could savor.

The involvement of the Homeland Security Bureau only excited him more.

Compared to killing some civilians whose names he couldn’t even recall, watching the commander of the Homeland Security Bureau die in the explosion attack would undoubtedly make for a better headline.

It would not only cause public panic but also attract the high attention of the Review Meeting.

After all, this was happening right in front of their own doorstep.

Next, apart from enjoying a special "fireworks show," he also had to prepare his speech, revealing how Psychics managed to have bombs evade professional bomb squads’ searches and detonate right under everyone’s noses.

Indeed, every Psychic could potentially become a bomb.

Dealing with them was like dealing with a time bomb; you could never predict when they would explode themselves and everything around them.

However, the sound of a gun being cocked behind him interrupted Benjamin’s train of thought.

A faint scent of blood drifted into the lavish suite, the ambush was executed skillfully, with no unnecessary noise made upon entry.

When he turned around, the dark muzzle of a gun was already aimed at his forehead.

"Benjamin Abell, you are under arrest."

It was a familiar face but undoubtedly not supposed to be in his room.

According to the mysterious partner, Angle Saffire had been taken back to the investigation bureau, and if found guilty, he would face a 67-year sentence.

More importantly, in the style of the investigation bureau, they wouldn’t give Angle a chance to defend himself in court.

In the days of his detention, it was very likely that he would accidentally die of some rare and strange illness, or be shot dead while attempting to escape prison.

In the end, the deceased cannot be blamed, and considering the past contributions Agent Angle made to the investigation bureau, they would give his only remaining brother a sum of money and then place Angle’s bones to rest in the cemetery of The First Region.

The mailbox-like cabinet would bear the name of Angle Saffire.

But now, for the first time, the partner’s intelligence was flawed, and what puzzled Benjamin even more was how Angle could have found him after a successful prison break?

He had forged his identity, evaded surveillance and the hotel’s facial recognition system, and even the Counter-Intelligence Department could not trace his existence.

Benjamin cooperatively raised his hands above his head, but there was not a trace of panic on his face; he calmly asked, "I’m curious, how did you find me?"

"Do I even need to say it?"

Angle’s index finger hovered over the trigger, prepared to shoot Benjamin if he made any sudden movements, "You’ve been marked for a long time, visible from blocks away!"

What caught his eye was not just Benjamin but also his bright red frame to the point of being dazzling.

Angle didn’t know if others could see it, but at least to him, Benjamin was as red as a lightbulb, as if telling the whole world his location right here.

"Don’t do anything stupid, surrender immediately."