Enforcer Manual
Chapter 339: Home_1

The Horn Bug reconnaissance squad witnessed the entire process of the event.

The involvement of Gold Diggers’ Bar once again shrouded the whole incident in mystery.

Lu Xiang felt that the most noteworthy issue was that Ophir had arrived at the black clinic before them, as if she had known the whereabouts of "Rat" in advance.

Could it be that Ophir was the spy planted by Military Intelligence Section Seven in District Seventeen?

Gold Diggers’ Bar was the most well-informed place in the city, not only dealing with all levels of the city but also obtaining first-hand intelligence from the "outside world." As the owner of Gold Diggers’ Bar, Ophir naturally became the most well-informed person in the city, someone from whom he had to buy information on a regular basis.

And this also conveniently explained why the Review Meeting would allow the former mayor, Selbot, to live—he was right under the nose of Military Intelligence Section Seven, and all his thoughts could not escape the eyes of the Review Meeting.

As soon as he entertained thoughts of breaking the agreement, Military Intelligence Section Seven could make him disappear in the blink of an eye.

Several months had passed since that scandal, the controversy had long since died down, and most people had forgotten about Selbot. Even if he disappeared under unusual circumstances, it wouldn’t cause much of an uproar.

But on the other hand, Lu Xiang felt this answer seemed a bit too easy to come by.

"Bai Zhu, you hack into the surveillance of Gold Diggers’ Bar first."

...

An hour after being drugged, "Rat" slowly woke up from a sweet dream.

A beautiful yet familiar face came into his view.

"Yo, long time no see,"

the woman greeted him, "Is this what a thirty million credit fugitive is capable of?"

"Ophir..."

"Rat" mumbled the name, dizzy. Everyone who had been on the streets of District Seventeen recognized Ophir. Before the citywide meeting, it was through a middleman in the Gold Diggers’ Bar that his batch of arms had been connected. "How come I’m here?"

If he remembered correctly, he had previously opened a bottle of wine in a high-end bar in the downtown area, ready to start a new romantic adventure with a girl he had taken a liking to.

Those days with the Esinvig Army had been suffocating.

Those people had nothing in their minds but how to overthrow other people’s countries, without a thought for anything else!

"You should be thankful that you didn’t wake up in a trash bin, screaming in pain and clutching your stomach."

Ophir said jokingly.

This was the second time she had come into contact with "Rat," and her impression was virtually the same as when they had first met.

In fact, regarding the various rumors about "Rat" in District Seventeen, she had always been skeptical because she considered her own judgment to be accurate. The first time she saw "Rat," she felt that he was more likely to ruin than to accomplish anything, and subsequent events had time and again proven her right.

As for the prison break that had caused a sensation throughout District Seventeen, she believed there was more to the story.

Perhaps "Rat" had just happened to take the fall for someone due to a twist of fate and had accidentally become a cadre of the Rebel Army.

"Ophir, what do you mean by that?"

"Don’t you get it? If I had arrived just a bit later, some of your organs might not have been intact."

She could only sigh, "The Rat" was still "The Rat," even at this critical juncture he could pull off something like this. Even if his intention in finding the girl wasn’t to cut her, the fact that he was staying at a hotel in the bustling downtown area would spread through all of District Seventeen by the second day.

But the most outrageous part was that this runaway from the Rebel Army, with a bounty of thirty million on his head, was actually taken down by a bottle of liquor, making Ophir doubt how "The Rat" had managed to survive in "the outside world" up to this day.

The Esinvig Army must have protected him very well, to the point where he had forgotten how dangerous people’s hearts could be.

"To help you find a safe place to stay, I went through a lot of trouble. If you hadn’t checked out on your own, no one would have been able to find you. By the way, let me tell you again, your clever disguise and fake name were useless. The moment you entered that hotel, you already aroused suspicion."

Her heart had filled with an ominous premonition when she heard that "The Rat" had contacted a girl who often frequented a certain underground clinic.

It turned out she was someone with foresight.

"Listen well, whether it’s people who’ve known you before or not, they’re all interested in the thirty million bounty on your head. Next time, if you fall into someone else’s hands, you might not be so lucky."

After being lectured by Ophir, "The Rat" eventually sobered up and finally realized the situation he’d found himself in a moment ago.

"Thanks... but now, what should we do?"

"You can stay here for the time being."

Ophir sighed deeply. Given what had happened before, she no longer felt at ease letting "The Rat" roam outside alone. Heaven knows what kind of genius move this guy might pull off next.

By staying under her watchful eye, at least she could look after him if something went wrong.

"Then I’ll impose."

"The Rat" responded promptly. Other than that, he didn’t know what else to say.

Ophir didn’t seem to want to be too involved with "The Rat." After entrusting him with some precautions, she issued a dismissal, driving "The Rat" out of her private booth.

Seeing "The Rat’s" embarrassed state, Ivan, who was behind the bar wiping glasses, whistled teasingly.

"Friend, don’t take it to heart."

He greeted "The Rat" with his usual warmth, "That’s just how Ophir is. If she really disliked you, she would never let you set foot in this bar."

"I did something stupid."

"The Rat" laughed at himself with self-deprecation. After calming down, he himself didn’t understand what he had been thinking at the time.

"After all this time talking, you must be thirsty, right? How about a drink of water?"

Eva placed a wiped clean glass in front of "The Rat," pouring a clear liquid with a beaming smile for him. The naïve "The Rat," thinking the glass contained mineral water due to his thirst, lifted it and drained it in one gulp.

Then, he looked down at the empty glass in his hand and then back at the still-smiling Ivan.

Before he could utter a word, he thumped heavily onto the bar.

The bottle in Ivan’s hand revealed its wicked true nature.

Water of Life.

Song Lan, too, had once experienced Ivan’s unique hospitality at the Gold Diggers’ Bar, so much so that now, when he went to the Gold Diggers’ Bar, he would just greet the other party from a distance, not daring to sit down at the bar.

"I think, Ivan is a bit suspicious."

Having witnessed the events at the Gold Diggers’ Bar through the surveillance feed, Song Lan saw through everything like Mori Kogoro, "Chief, would you say Ivan’s actions just now could be considered an attempt to murder ’The Rat’?"