Enforcer Manual
Chapter 187: When the Dead Knock on the Door_1

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: When the Dead Knock on the Door_1

The entire morning was fraught with trepidation for the Minister of Internal Affairs.

Even though he tried to calm himself down, countless possibilities continued to emerge in his mind.

Anxiously glancing at the time displayed on the electronic screen, less than 2 minutes remained till the agreed meeting time. Forcing himself to maintain his composure, the Minister knew that whoever was behind the emails and videos would be revealed in two minutes.

He had chosen the meeting place. Every corner of the building was within the sights of snipers at this moment.

Regardless of who the visitor was or what their intentions might be, there was only one inevitable outcome.

This thought brought a bit of composure to the Minister. He poured himself a glass of water and picked up a sachet of instant coffee, hoping that the caffeine would keep him alert.

He tore open the sachet and reached for the white plastic spoon.

The next moment, the rich aroma of coffee assaulted his nostrils.

His hand, clutching the cup, spasmed, causing hot coffee to splash out and scald his thigh. He winced in pain.

Quickly placing the cup back on the table, he began wiping his coffee-soaked pants, and a terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

When exactly had he brewed the coffee?

When the Minister looked up, a horrifying sight met his eyes—on the previously empty seat opposite him sat a strange bandage-swaddled figure, his hair disheveled and desiccated as if it hadn’t been washed for ages in a drought-stricken land.

Beneath the bandages were a pair of eyes, congested with blood.

The undercover Barrosa Group mercenaries and snipers posing as civilians didn’t give him any hints. It was as if the man had appeared out of thin air.

The bandaged man didn’t say anything. He patiently waited for the Minister to clean up his coffee-soaked pants.

"...Eric?"

The Minister tentatively called out the bandaged man’s name. The occurrences had far surpassed his plans. Whether the man in front of him was Eric or not, he knew this person had managed to bypass everyone’s vision to get here.

And he could kill him before the snipers and mercenaries responded.

The countless possibilities the Minister had considered never pointed towards the man sitting opposite him. This bandage-swathed creature had sprung out of nowhere; he couldn’t possibly be Eric’s friend or anyone from the Twelfth Nation.

It forced the Minister to consider another possibility.

Extreme despair and pain were the quickest ways to unleash Psychic abilities. The United Government had triggered human potential in this way for years.

Could it be that the Barrosa Group hadn’t killed Eric that night? Even if his body was shattered, could his consciousness have crawled back from hell again?

"I have come here in search of an answer."

The raspy voice beneath the bandages, sounding like a demonic spirit returning from the desert for revenge, disrupted the Minister’s thoughts. "Where is the man with the cross scar on the back of his neck?"

The bandaged man’s determination solidified the Minister’s suspicion.

It was this very determination that had landed Eric in calamity.

Making any individual obstructing Eric’s determination the target of his hunt didn’t seem to be a bad idea. This bandaged man whispered, "The third in command at the Barrosa Group, Scarecrow, is the man you have been looking for, and it was his subordinates who killed you."

Without any hesitation, the Minister revealed all the information about Scarecrow. "He is currently at a Barrosa Group branch. You should be able to find him there."

Diverting hatred was a common tactic used by politicians, especially when Eric’s obsession was originally focused on that man.

Understanding the identity of the bandaged man brought him substantial relief.

What kind of waves could a vengeful psychic, newly triggered, make at the Barrosa Group?

For the Barrosa Group, clashes with psychics were not unusual. In their protracted struggle against the United Government, only God knows how many psychics they have killed.

As long as Eric dared to go there, no matter if he was a man or a spirit, his fate would remain unchanged.

From the perspective of the Twelfth Nation, this was just a minor deviation in their long-term collaboration with the Barrosa Group.

The conversation didn’t last very long.

Just like his arrival, the Minister couldn’t discern how the other party made his exit. One blink, and he was gone.

The Minister remained seated for a long time. Once his pounding heart had calmed down, he drew out his phone and sent a text message.

Even though he didn’t think Eric would cause much trouble for Scarecrow, giving a prior heads-up wouldn’t hurt. He hoped that this time the Barrosa Group would manage all the follow-up tasks at once. He could do without receiving emails from another specter.

After completing all this, the Minister took a deep breath.

For him, this encounter was just a minor interruption in his political career. He still had more important tasks to perform.

It was crucial to persuade Princess Lieyang to accept the proposal to increase investment in bio-technology. The proposal held the key to the future of the entire nation.

Experience had demonstrated that entrusting the entire nation’s defenses to a single individual was a foolish move. Lieyang’s sudden departure had left the capital defenseless, allowing the Rebel Army to take over without any resistance. Although he had racked his brains to restore support for Lieyang, it was simply because he needed to leverage her influence in the nation.

Though bio-weapon technology was still unstable, he believed that with continued research investment, more powerful, efficient, and controllable weaponry would soon appear. Once he held the power to control the nation’s armaments, it would be time for Princess Lieyang to retire.

If he remembered correctly, the Barrosa Group was also interested in Lieyang’s rosthesis technology.

At that time, let Lieyang play her final role. Let her make her last contribution to the future of the nation, as well as to a strong alliance between the Twelfth Nation and the Barrosa Group.

....

Meanwhile, the Rebel Army stationed in the capital suddenly received an intelligence report.

After reading the content of the report, a soldier rushed to the resting room of the cadres.

"Miss Aishi!"

As he burst into the room, a silver-haired woman standing in front of a mirror, carefully applying makeup, was startled. The sudden intrusion made her hand shake, causing the lipstick to streak down to her earlobe.

"What is it?"

Aishi didn’t show any anger. Instead, she quickly reached for the makeup remover and started to clean her cheek.

"We have news about the former leader!"

"Where is he?"

Aishi stopped her makeup routine and asked.

"At the Barrosa Group’s branch office!"

"Assemble a troop."

She let out a sigh,"Let’s go get our person."

She had to attend an important banquet in the evening, which was about the future direction of the Twelfth Nation after exiting the agreement.

She hoped she could rush back to the capital before the dinner began.

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