Enforcer Manual
Chapter 212: The Joy of Taking Action_1

Chapter 212: Chapter 212: The Joy of Taking Action_1

This day, two murders occurred in a high-end apartment building in the troubled district.

After learning the news, Lu Xiang had to rush to the crime scene after work, but this time she didn’t bring her special operations team.

The situation at the scene was similar to the one in the morning; when the Law Enforcers arrived, the victim had long lost all signs of life.

The body of Su Li, lying on the living room floor, still maintained his swollen right arm, as well as the bloodied hole pierced through his chest. Although the killer had cleaned up to a certain extent before she arrived at the scene, the stench of blood still permeated the room inescapably.

Perhaps this was the most composed killer Lu Xiang had ever seen, because not only did he not flee, he even chose to turn himself in to her, as the head of the Law Enforcers department, and then stayed at the scene. When she entered the door, she even found Song Lan sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching a cartoon featuring a sponge and a starfish.

Lu Xiang admitted that Song Lan had improved.

At least this time he didn’t just throw the body in some desolate corner and proactively informed her about the matter.

"You killed a three-star rescuer."

After locking the door, watching the carefree cartoon sponge on the TV screen, she had to emphasize the seriousness of the situation.

Lu Xiang didn’t know if her headache was due to Su Li, laying motionless on the floor, or the incessant chatter of the sponge and starfish on the TV screen.

"I was acting in self-defense,"

Song Lan explained.

Although he figured that The Third Law of Rescuers and Infinite Defenses probably wouldn’t protect him, an ordinary citizen, he thought his credibility of self-defense was much higher than Su Li’s.

The latter’s arm was still in a highly swollen state; it was obvious he had intended to deliver a deadly blow.

Moreover, he was now claiming self-defense right in front of Su Li, and the latter hadn’t refuted it.

This was very persuasive.

"But Kolo Film and Television Media and the United Government probably won’t see it that way,"

Lu Xiang sighed deeply.

To make Su Li a star, Kolo Film and Television Media expended considerable human and material resources to smooth things over for him within the enforcement department and invested a lot of money in the local media and news departments to set up his image in District Seventeen, generating hype for his upcoming movie.

For big corporations, these investments were like an initial investment, but before they could see any returns from Su Li, the latter was gone. This was something they couldn’t tolerate.

And for the United Government, there was no possibility of an ordinary citizen having killed a three-star rescuer in self-defense. Once the news of Su Li’s death got out, they would immediately send an investigative team.

"There will only be two possibilities, either the ’concerned citizen’ will be deemed a terrorist for killing the rescuer by the United Government, or they will use this incident to force you to join the enforcement department and serve them,"

Neither outcome was what Lu Xiang wanted to see.

From her understanding of the United Government, they definitely wouldn’t leave the "concerned citizen" in District Seventeen; the Review Meeting would surely extract every ounce of value from the "concerned citizen."

"So that’s why I’m here to discuss this with you, aren’t I?"

Song Lan looked at Lu Xiang with innocent eyes, "First off, I didn’t provoke anyone of you, and it was him who came to me."

The world was filled with oppression against ordinary citizens. It was Su Li who wanted to kill him, and he was forced to kill in self-defense, but now there was a significant chance he would be labeled a terrorist by the United Government!

Drenched in cold sweat on a hot day, his limbs ice-cold, was there any hope for this world?

"Director, I know a good place to dump a body. What do you think about sending him to keep Mr. Killer company?"

"He is not like Dorago Safron."

Lu Xiang shook his head in dilemma.

Dorago Safron was an "outsider" infamously known as Mr. Killer; if he died, he died, and not many people would go looking for him. But Su Li was an institution-rated three-star rescuer, and once a three-star rescuer went missing, they would turn District Seventeen upside down if necessary to find him.

"The most likely scenario is that while searching for Su Li’s body, they might also stumble upon Dorago Safron. Moreover, if Kolo Film and Television Media can’t contact Su Li, by tomorrow this news could reach the ears of the Review Meeting."

For investigators, pinpointing the murderer shouldn’t be difficult.

At this moment in District Seventeen, the only person capable of killing Su Li was the "enthusiastic citizen."

"Is there any chance we could get the Rebel Army’s buddies to take the fall?"

After all, they were already wanted by the United Government. As the saying goes, one might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb. Compared to the charges they were already facing, killing a three-star rescuer would only be considered child’s play.

"This is a last resort. The person who can take the fall for you needs to be at least at the level of a Rebel Army cadre. And they won’t take the blame for you for nothing—you’ll owe them a favor, sooner or later."

Having leverage in the hands of the Rebel Army was not good news. Given the dangerous activities they were engaged in year-round, repaying that favor wouldn’t be easy.

To put it nicely, it was repaying a favor; to put it bluntly, it was being blackmailed.

And if you weren’t careful, there was a good chance you’d manage to offend people on both sides.

Lu Xiang held his head. This probably was a case of acting on impulse feels good for a moment, but the aftermath was a mess to deal with.

"Parasite."

Just as the two were racking their brains, a voice from the floor interrupted their conversation.

Following the voice, they saw a woman with long hair crawling out from the floor in a twisted posture. She seemed to dislike light sources, and even when her gaze met the not-so-bright lighting tubes, she squinted in discomfort.

The eyes of the woman were devoid of pupils, leaving only the whites, which made her gaze appear hollow and lifeless.

An unexpected eyewitness had appeared!

"Instead of owing them a favor, it might be better to owe me one."

The woman looked at Song Lan and continued, "If you can control a mutated creature, you can let a Horn Bug parasitize his body and dominate his actions. That way, neither the company nor the United Government will discover the fact of his death."

"Medea?"

Song Lan tentatively called out the woman’s name, unable to confirm if this twisted woman was indeed the person he was waiting for.

Because she was far too different from the strong woman on the wanted poster.

If we say that the bald Ge Fu suffered a severe blow from life that aged him by twenty to thirty years in an instant, then Medea had become another species altogether.

Perhaps due to the lack of sunlight over the years, her skin was so pale and bloodless that it resembled a corpse that had been stored in a freezer for a long time.

Just as Ge Fu had described, the woman had wings similar to those of a Horn Bug, and her arms and legs were covered with a layer of transparent exoskeleton. These non-human elements combined to create an unexpected sense of beauty.

It was kind of like...

A gijinka version of a Horn Bug sneaking into your house at night.

After hearing the name "Medea," the woman clearly showed a defiant attitude.

She neither admitted nor denied it.

"I know of a parasitic insect; I can take you to it."