Enforcer Manual
Chapter 160: The Remnants of the Old Era_1

Chapter 160: Chapter 160: The Remnants of the Old Era_1

The following morning.

At 9:48, in the "outside world" within the borders of the Twelfth Nation.

"Oh, there’s a live feed, there’s a live feed!"

In a small room, a man seated in a wheelchair sees the illuminated screen on the television and waves his hands and feet excitedly... Due to physical constraints, he can only carry out half of his intended movements.

The scene on the screen is lively. Twelve minutes to the speech. The square is already packed with impassioned citizens, who cheer in anticipation of the arrival of the city’s hero.

"Two hours."

The speaker is a tall woman dressed in a navy blue suit, "This is the time that the Rebel Army can provide to us."

"You’ve done us a great favor, Ke Ling."

A man with slicked-back hair greets her with a full-faced smile, sneakily casting a glance at her legs sheathed in black silk.

However, the man’s sneaky glance does not escape the woman’s attention. She pushes up her black-framed glasses with an indifferent expression, "Frankly, this is a waste of money. According to information leaked out from the Seventeenth District, a Bombardier from their ranks was caught by the Law Enforcers yesterday. There’s a high chance that they will postpone or even cancel today’s assassination."

The Rebel Army wouldn’t just provide a two-hour live feed from within the territory of the United Government for nothing. In order to secure the chance of live streaming, they had given the opposing party a six-figure-valued piece of intelligence.

From Ke Ling’s perspective, this is a pointless expenditure.

This leads her to suspect if her boss, crippled and unable to move well, had fallen from his bed and hit his head, causing their operation to lose a six-figure sum as soon as he opened his mouth.

"No, they will definitely take action."

The slicked-back haired man is resolute in his belief. He says, "How about it, want to place a bet?"

"I’m not wasting money I worked hard to earn on something pointless."

"How could I ask for your money?" The man smiles, "If I win, let me feel the touch of your thighs."

"Boss."

Ke Ling takes a deep breath, looking upon the man with a dangerous gaze reserved for a hopeless cause. "I hope you understand that, even if you are handicapped, I shall not show you mercy."

"Cough, I was just making a small joke to liven up the mood."

"Please refrain from making such boring jokes."

"Yes sir, Colonel Luo Keling!"

The man playfully presents her a standard military salute. "As an apology, let me share some intel with you. Those five individuals aren’t your ordinary assassins. If they were just in it for the money, they would’ve been wiped out by now... They are truly passionate about their work."

"Assassination as a passionate career?"

Ke Ling sighs, "I thought you would have an interesting answer."

"Not assassins," the man shakes his head. "They turn the assassination of politicians into their lifelong career. Only under the drive of hatred can they surpass their limits to pull off seemingly impossible assassinations... They are real anti-government activists, or more accurately, historical problems left behind by the war in the ’outside world’."

The United Government’s secret operations in the "outside world" don’t always end in victory, especially after the Rebel Army strengthened, they could no longer obstruct the flow of information like they used to.

"Seizing resources, inciting wars, cleansing ’outside world’ towns because they supposedly had weapons of mass destruction—the United Government used these tactics regularly during the gold rush period. Once their operations are exposed, they simply dump the blame on the secret departments running operations abroad. With no official records of their activities, they easily become criminal groups active in the ’outside world’."

"That’s atrocious."

"That’s war," the man shrugs. "Someone has to pay for the war crimes, just not the United Government. I did some digging into their information, those who died by their hands were all key political figures close to the United Government. So I dare to say, no matter how few of them are left, they won’t give up their operation."

After all, this is their closest shot at revenge.

"So that’s why you sent a message to the Law Enforcers?"

"Of course not. My information is valuable."

"Then you..."

"Because it’s a test."

The man says, "A test to determine who will control the border trade line. Here, anyone who controls the border trade line essentially controls everything."

In the past, the Fosters undoubtedly dominated the border area.

But with the downfall of the Foster Family, it means that the powers in the "outside world" need to reshuffle. And recently, a new force has been making waves.

The Law Enforcers from the Seventeenth District.

In the past, he found it hard to believe that such an inconspicuous organization could join the competition for the trade line. But a series of recent events have made him believe it.

"Haven’t you heard? Even the Rebel Army must tread carefully in the Seventeenth District."

As a potential future partner, he wants to see the potential of this group for himself.

Among the rumors circulating in the "outside world", which ones are true?

If the rumors are true, these people might have a hard time stirring up any waves in the Seventeenth District.

"Keep watching, perhaps something interesting might happen. This could be the last performance from the remnants of the old era. As a top-notch information broker, how could I miss their grand finale?"

Ke Ling stares intensely at the slicked-back haired man with no further comment.

Remnants of an old era?

Historical problems left over by war?

These descriptors can easily be placed upon them.

As the conversation goes on, the time on the screen points to 10:00. Amid the cheering crowd, Aureliano steps onto the makeshift podium set up in the city center square.

Following him are a few bodyguards that cause Ke Ling to shake her head in disbelief. It was hard to imagine that the strong contender for the next mayor would have such a lackluster security team surrounding him.

"Greetings, everyone. I am Aureliano. Today is a special day, and we gather here in order to..."

His opening words come to a sudden stop.

Seeing the scene unfold on the screen, the usually impassive Ke Ling also widens her eyes in surprise. At this moment, everyone’s attention is frozen on the black car parked not far from the speaking platform.

The old car that seems poised for the scrapyard belongs to Aureliano, and at this moment, an uninvited guest steps out from the back.

She is carrying a sniper rifle equipped with a silencer, and so, she appears within everyone’s sight.

Even the female sniper seems taken aback.

She looks up and sees Aureliano on the stage, realizing that he is looking at her too.

Then, the woman displays an expression that’s akin to being driven to desperation, and in front of thousands of people, she aims her gun at Aureliano.

"Hahahaha."

Seeing this scene, the man in the wheelchair laughs loudly, "The remnants of the old era really can’t handle Psychic-users."

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