Enforcer Manual
Chapter 338: The Times Have Changed, Rat_1

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: The Times Have Changed, Rat_1

Lu Xiang felt that the biggest impact of Military Intelligence Section Seven on everyday life was that it made people suspicious, unable to resist doubting everyone around them.

They could have infiltrated the Law Enforcers’ department, possibly Captain Doug, Chief Snick, or even Grandpa Li downstairs of their apartment or the bartender at Gold Diggers’ Bar. Scrutinizing everyone with suspicion, they would naturally discover something dubious about them.

However, Song Lan seemed to be unaffected; when she returned to the apartment building, she still greeted Grandpa Li warmly and threw herself into cooking after getting home.

Dry pot potatoes, slow-cooked beef, spicy pork with bean curd skin, and sweet and sour ribs were all her favorites.

Lu Xiang’s attention was quickly captured by the full table of dishes; sometimes, she felt that Song Lan was incredibly considerate, remembering all the dishes she had heard mentioned at the crime scene.

Perhaps, that was why living with Song Lan felt so comfortable.

In every aspect.

Curious, Lu Xiang asked, "Aren’t you worried at all?"

She was already prepared to counsel Song Lan, but the latter seemed not to need any counseling.

"Worried about what?"

"For instance, just hypothetically, if Grandpa Li were from Military Intelligence Section Seven, what would you do?"

"Then I just wouldn’t give him the extra snacks anymore."

This response made Lu Xiang fall into thought; it sounded reasonable yet reminded her of the petty feuds of grade-schoolers, recalling how the harshest punishment in the eyes of her classmates was "I won’t talk to you ever again."

Perhaps because this punishment was too severe, it usually lasted only one or two class periods.

"By the way, you said you and Dr. Bai Zhu couldn’t find the member list of Military Intelligence Section Seven. Don’t they use cell phones regularly?"

"Searching for non-specific data is the most difficult. With a clear purpose, the ’Deep Web’ chip can easily bypass any firewall, but without a certain target, we revert to the data collection phase, and it’s impossible for the human brain to process so much data all at once."

When a city’s worth of data floods into one’s mind suddenly, burning out their brain is the most likely outcome.

This is why hacking is considered a high-risk occupation.

They often need to connect themselves to a data interface.

"Moreover, even if they communicate with each other, they typically use encrypted communication methods, hiding what they really want to convey within seemingly ordinary conversation."

In fact, this kind of encrypted communication has been widely used in spy wars hundreds of years ago. "So now, we can only keep an eye on ’Rat.’ Dr. Bai Zhu is monitoring his movements, and to avoid any accidents, I’ve also dispatched a Horn Bug reconnaissance squad to follow him."

"I think you might be worrying too much; actually, some of what ’Rat’ said earlier made sense," Song Lan said. "At least in the eyes of Military Intelligence Section Seven, he’s a bomb maniac who blew up a city meeting hall, they wouldn’t dare to act rashly against ’Rat.’ If it were me, I’d probably try to make contact first."

"Maybe."

Having run around all day, Lu Xiang tentatively believed Song Lan’s analysis. She took a hot shower, put on her robe, and intended to get some sleep to recharge, but a phone call shattered the peaceful night.

The call was from Dr. Bai Zhu, who expressed "Rat’s" dire situation with a simple and clear statement.

"Hurry, to King’s Avenue in the downtown area, the one you’re watching is about to get clipped!"

Once again, reality proved Song Lan’s uncanny ability to jinx things; no sooner had she warmed up her blanket than "Rat" got into trouble.

It was crucial, Lu Xiang flipped out of bed and quickly donned her fieldwork uniform.

During the long night, sleep was the last thing on her mind.

On such a night, even the lone "Rat" in District Seventeen couldn’t resist the urge to seek company. As the former big boss of District Seventeen’s nightlife, he quickly found a way.

Regrettably, among the many workers in the nightlife industry, he found the one fated to snatch his kidney.

According to Horn Bug’s reconnaissance team, the other party had drugged the drink and, upon knocking out the "Rat," rushed him straight to the prosthetic hospital.

Times had changed.

The nightlife in District Seventeen was no longer the familiar scene "Rat" knew. Without their umbrellas of protection, they had to find new ways to survive. According to the latest intelligence from the crime analysis department, many nightlife workers had chosen to collaborate with black clinics, where most of the drugged clients ended up getting their kidneys snatched.

These days, they had destroyed quite a few black clinics, but those people were cunning. After a short time, they would pop up again like mushrooms after rain.

"Hovercars are too conspicuous and will reveal your whereabouts."

Song Lan had also changed clothes, "Come on, I’ll take you there on my bike!"

Upon hearing that their good friend "Rat" was in danger of losing his kidney, Song Lan couldn’t sit still either.

"Bicycles? Can we make it in time?"

Though Lu Xiang enjoyed the back seat of Song Lan’s bicycle, she knew the modus operandi of these black clinics well: they were fast, accurate, and ruthless. Once the victim was brought in, the kidney surgery was completed in less than half an hour.

"We’ll make it."

Song Lan’s gaze was firm, "It’s also about time to unleash the true power of the MK-II!"

He had never expected to overlook such a crucial aspect of this situation.

Military Intelligence Section Seven, being rational, wouldn’t lay a hand on the "Rat" directly, but those dreaming of overnight riches were different. Driven by delusional fantasies, they often took actions akin to driving a suicide truck.

Did they not consider that snatching the Rebel Army’s second-in-command’s kidney and escaping unscathed was an impossibility?

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Meanwhile, the "Rat" was wheeled into the black clinic’s surgery room the moment he was brought in. Clearly recognizing the face of the fugitive worth thirty million watts, they had to change their strategy on the fly, transforming from kidney snatchers to bounty hunters.

With those thirty million watts, they wouldn’t need to live dread-filled lives dodging the Law Enforcers anymore.

But before that, they had to take some safety measures to prevent "Rat" from slaughtering them the moment he awoke.

The bounty notice stipulated capture alive, but as doctors, they had many ways to leave a person paralyzed for an extended period.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"I advise you not to let greed cloud your judgment."

The voice of an uninvited guest entered the surgery room, "Do you really think this thirty million is going to be that easy to earn?"

"You, you are...!"

One of the doctors’ eyes widened at the sight of the menacing Mohican standing beside the woman. Anyone who had mingled in the underworld naturally feared individuals sporting that look.

"Ophir!"

"I’ll be taking this one."

Ophir tossed a case towards them, "Consider this your hardship fee. Take it and run while you still can."