Enforcer Manual
Chapter 25: I Have a Plan_1

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: I Have a Plan_1

"Song Lan had a plan.

The task the Foster Family gave to him was to pick up a cargo from the Old Man Printing Factory before 21:15, which was foreseeable to become a lengthy errand run, just like those tedious side-quests in online games. Once he got the cargo, the Foster Family would inevitably direct him to deliver the goods to places labeled ABCD. At that point, every delivery point would regenerate armed creeps, setting up a destiny-filled duel for him.

He could not let matters develop in the direction the Foster Family anticipated. Hence, the best decision now was to accidentally lose the cargo.

This required skills and a convincing reason to make the Foster Family believe him.

If you mentioned that the cargo was left in the backseat while you cabbed home, not only would the Foster Family be unconvinced, but they would also think you are a perfect fool.

Therefore, in such a critical time, the heroic Director Lu must come into play.

Somehow, the news had been leaked out in advance, tipping off the law enforcers of the Seventeenth District to the hiding place of the cargo. They ambush at the Old Man Printing Factory, rushing in as soon as he arrived to collect the goods in accordance with the instructions. He naturally resists with all his might. Although he managed to escape by Good Fortune, the cargo got lost amidst the battle.

See, with just a bit of background setting added to the story, everything sounded much more reasonable.

At 21:05, Song Lan arrived punctually at the entrance of the Old Man Printing Factory.

Clad in a black leather coat identical to Mr. Killer’s and sporting a vintage black top hat, he wore a festival party smile mask to prevent being recognized.

The night had completely fallen over the Seventeenth District at this moment, and the peeling old walls of the printing factory seemed to recount its ancient history.

Straightening his hat and mask, he walked into the factory’s gates in a manner different than usual.

However, the situation inside the printing factory surprised Song Lan.

In his original idea, the Foster Family would have already left a package here in advance, waiting for him to pick it up, and he was not going to encounter anyone during this, he would just have to patiently wait for the law enforcers to swoop in and then drop the package and seize the opportunity to escape.

But, it was evident that there were signs of recent human activity in this long-abandoned print shop, and not just one person—the dusty floor was filled with footprints of different shoe sizes, leading up to a nearby staircase.

Looking down the stairs, the lower level was completely shrouded in darkness, and in addition to the smell of mold, a faint scent of blood was noticeable.

To go down or not to go down, that is the question.

After pondering for a while, considering his current role as a "professional killer," Song Lan had to make a decision that was unlike his usual choices; he lightened his footsteps and descended the stairs.

The smell of blood got stronger. By the time he arrived at the bottom, the stench of blood had completely drowned out the mustiness and was now escaping from behind the tightly closed door.

Song Lan opened the door, and he immediately saw the source of the bloody smell.

There were iron cages lined up on both sides of the dimly lit corridor. The people caged inside had to sit on the ground because of the height of the cages. Both men and women were among them. Like pets, each person had an iron chain around their necks, with the other end tightly tied to the railing of the cages.

These people were unkempt; quite a number had open wounds on their bare arms. In addition to whip marks, one could vaguely see burn scars, and the smell of blood in the air had originated from them.

Most of the people in the cages were listless, with a few lying on the ground—it was unknown whether they were dead.

Upon seeing a stranger appear, they did not even turn to look, which indicated they had been locked up here for some time.

"You finally came back. I thought you—"

A man sitting by the door puffing his long pipe said as he saw him entering the room. He was smoking a narcotic substance that the United Government had banned.

The drugged man instantly became lucid when his eyes met Song Lan’s, and he instantly reached for the gun tucked at his waist, fearfully questioning, "Who...who are you?"

"As per the agreement, I’m here to take a cargo."

"I... I see... Come with me."

The man stammered with a trembling voice, suppressing the terror inside him. He led Song Lan to the room at the end of the corridor.

Song Lan followed the man’s footsteps, quietly observing his actions.

Had the Foster Family informed him in advance?

No, that’s not right.

If the man had known that he would be visiting today, he wouldn’t have kept his hand on the grip of his gun after the identity was clarified.

And his fear of him even overpowered the illusionary effects of the narcotic.

Just from these two points, Song Lan could tell that this guy was not leading him to his destination, but into some sort of trap under the disguise of guidance.

Upon arriving at the door, the man didn’t wait for him but crawled in himself, as if fearing that just lingering at the door for a few seconds would give rise to a disaster. Almost the next second after he entered the room, Song Lan heard his shaky voice, "Careful, he’s here!"

The next moment, bullets poured in from all directions, aiming at the entrance. They didn’t seem to care about hitting the people locked in the cages at the entrance.

From the reaction of the man, Song Lan also got the information he needed.

When the man started yelling, his eyes darted to the towering burly man in the center of the room, and the weapon he was equipped with was a rotary machine gun, which was normally mounted on armored cars but was now being carried by him.

"No movement."

After a round of gunfire had long ended, someone broke the silence in the room.

"Is he dead?"

"He must be dead!"

"We killed him!"

"F**king Foster Family! You dare to slaughter us? Watch me kill your man first!"

The people in the room successively hurled harsh words at the eerily silent doorway. It seemed that this was the only way to give them a sense of courage and confidence.

F**k the Foster Family!

Out of public sentiment, Song Lan parroted the furious crowd.

The mission never mentioned that he would be gunned down by a band of armed hoodlums while picking up the goods.

He roughly figured out the situation based on the furious cursing of the people in the room.

The complete narrative of this mission was to eliminate the people guarding the goods while picking up the goods. Apparently, a fair number of gangsters had already died at the hands of Mr. Killer before this, which explained why the man at the door was so overwhelmed by fear when he first saw him that it even suppressed the effects of the hallucinogen.

"Boss, we did it!"

"That bastard has been..."

Every single voice abruptly stopped and absolute silence returned to the room.

When they remembered to confirm their victory with their boss, the gangsters discovered that the burly man they called their boss was lying flat on the ground right now, the rotary machine gun pressing against his back.

The burly man was motionless and seemed to be dead.

The man who was supposed to be riddled with bullet holes was standing beside the burly man at the moment. The smiling mask he wore sent a wave of fear coursing through the deepest recesses of their hearts.

"Drop your guns."

A whisper, sounding as if it came from a demon, reverberated in everyone’s ears. "Or else, you’re all doomed."