Enforcer Manual
Chapter 158: The Sleepless City_1

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: The Sleepless City_1

Amid the undercurrents of tension, the day of the speech was fast approaching. This was set to be Aureliano’s last and largest-scale speech before the election campaign began, scheduled to take place in the bustling square of District 17.

A conservative estimate indicated that tomorrow, thousands of citizens would head to the bustling district.

"I’m saying, what’s the deal this time, Big Sis? Tomorrow is the day of the speech."

On the eve of Speech Day, a different voice emerged among the Law Enforcers.

According to the original plan set during the combat meeting, they should have persuaded Aureliano to postpone or change the location of the speech. However, since parting ways discontentedly that day, Lu Xiang had withdrawn all the Law Enforcers from the bustling district, clearly not interested in the mayoral candidate’s safety anymore.

Although they had no personal ties to the candidate, the "Black Hand" team unfortunately did include a Bombardier. If they allowed him to detonate bombs in the bustling district, the damage could be immeasurable.

Thousands of lives could be lost in the blink of an eye.

"Big Sis must have her plans."

Another member of the special action team said, "When have you ever seen Big Sis act impulsively?"

That night, members of the special action team voluntarily worked overtime, and knowing of the Assassin’s existence, they found it hard to sleep. Staying within the Law Enforcement Manor at least ensured they could gather at a moment’s notice to immediately rush to the scene.

"That’s true... but my eyelids are twitching uncontrollably, I have a bad premonition."

"I advise you to stop believing in superstitions. Your eyes are twitching probably because you haven’t rested well these past few days. Anyway, there’s nothing to do now, so you might as well go and sleep for a bit. I’ll watch over things here and wake you up if there’s any rustle."

...

Tonight, the special action team members were not the only ones working overtime.

Song Lan once again broke his regular sleeping routine, leaving his home late at night with Al to head for the bustling district.

If any explosives were to be planted, the night before the speech was undoubtedly the perfect time to act.

The enemies of the Law Enforcers were all tirelessly working through the night. How could he, a department member, sleep peacefully?

Al had enthusiastically volunteered.

After the Princess Lieyang incident, he had built up confidence and felt it was time to take another step forward on the path of a Law Enforcer.

Compared to logistics or rescuing people, tonight was his first real encounter with fierce criminals.

Excitement overcame fear, wandering under the night sky of District 17 made him profoundly feel like he was doing something significant for the city.

No longer the one being helped, but using his strength to help others.

"Darn it, don’t these people ever feel sleepy?"

Song Lan parked his bicycle by the roadside; although it was past ten o’clock, the streets were still bustling. For many people lingering there, it seemed like the night had just begun.

The dazzling array of lights hurt his eyes, and the bustling district under the darkness seemed even more lively than during the day.

This was also the place where the poor and the rich intersected the most.

Women dressed provocatively, hoping to change their lives through an encounter; office workers resembling frail flames in the wind, seemingly ready to extinguish yet rushing undeterred towards the bars.

At the other end of the street were hover cars designed in eye-catching styles and bodyguards almost indistinguishably dressed in black.

At this moment, two entirely different worlds converged on the same street.

Song Lan made some observations and realized he was the only one riding a bicycle among so many people, making him seem completely out of place.

Strange.

Do the people of District 17 dislike cycling?

It was energy-saving and also good for physical fitness. He was quite satisfied with the MK-II bike he had bought, barely ever leaving home without it.

He was even considering using his official authority to promote the benefits of biking in the end pages of the next "Law Enforcement Handbook."

"Master, where are the criminals now?"

Al curiously looked around, only seeing a crowd wildly entertained.

"Do you see? At the end of this street is the central square of the bustling district, where Aureliano is scheduled to speak tomorrow."

Seeing no one around, Song Lan spoke softly.

Despite being mentally prepared before arriving, the audacity of the place deeply impressed him—the bustling district was nearly all towering buildings over dozens of floors including offices of big companies, hotels, pleasure venues, bars, and other mingled establishments.

With so many high-rises packed together, it inevitably created complex terrain with numerous alleys, even he, a non-professional who had only played shooting games, could easily spot dozens of potential vantage points overlooking the central square.

Moreover, in the real world unlike games, these buildings weren’t mere textures; every room could house a person, and it was impossible to know which room the sniper was hiding in before shots were fired.

Song Lan couldn’t help but criticize Comrade Aureliano—how could you dare choose such a place for your speech?

This was undoubtedly bad news for the Law Enforcement department.

Their potential mayor was a person with a very lax sense of security.

However, their target tonight was not the sniper but the infamous Bombardier from the "Black Hand," who had caused thousands of casualties in several previous assassination attempts.

Obviously, the adversary didn’t belong to the type of professional who would ensure people beyond the target were not involved.

"Let’s go check out the situation below; in the past seven assassination attempts, they have all planted explosives under the stage."

"Understood, Master!"

Al’s eyes lit up, and he swiftly drifted toward the stage.

Meanwhile, a robust man got off the subway. His skin was tanned darkly; he wore a shirt that contrasted starkly with his large build, and a pair of silver-framed glasses on his nose gave off a contradictory sense of refinement and wildness.

The man hummed a tune, seemingly in a particularly good mood.

He leisurely walked toward the end of the subway station, pushed open a glass door marked "No Entry for Non-Staff," and swiftly disappeared around the corner.

The man skillfully navigated through the dim corridor and opened the door to a storage room.

Besides miscellaneous items, the storage room also contained several inconspicuous packages resembling travel bags, stuffed and emitting a pungent odor.

The man unzipped the packages, caressing the contents inside as if they were treasures.

"It’s time to get to work."

He muttered to himself, slung the backpack over his shoulders, and walked deeper.

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