Enforcer Manual
Chapter 455: Flee, Safron_1

Chapter 455: Chapter 455: Flee, Safron_1

Under the influence of alcohol, Song Lan slept soundly. When he opened his eyes, the sun was shining brightly outside the window.

Lu Xiang said he had been sleeping ever since he returned to his room yesterday, but Song Lan felt as if he had slept for two or three days.

After he woke up, it seemed as if the whole timeline of the world had undergone drastic changes.

Angle Saffire had admitted his guilt and was taken away before dawn on a train to The First Region, where he would face a forty-year prison sentence; Agent Hannah, after attending a classmate’s reunion, met with an accident on her way home and was struck by a falling giant billboard while on a call, ultimately being declared dead by the prosthetic hospital in the late hours of the night.

"This was sent by Bai Zhu, but it’s not important anymore."

Lu Xiang handed his mobile phone to Song Lan.

These were the images Dr. Bai Zhu intercepted after hacking the abnormal bionic people, recorded by the surveillance system built into the café’s bionic person.

The death of the teaching assistant and their speculation were broadly the same. After giving the glass beads to the bionic person, the abnormal bionic didn’t let him go. Then Angle burst into the room, breaking the door of the staff lounge. The only thing different from their speculation was the person who knocked out Angle.

In the video, Hannah entered the screen.

She used a silencer-equipped pistol loaded with tranquilizer darts to knock out Angle, then carefully staged the scene, taking the glass beads and the teaching assistant’s luggage.

So...

As the last informant of the case, her death was inevitable.

All these events’ behind-the-scenes manipulator was the higher authority that Hannah mentioned yesterday while drunk, which operates above the unusual case investigation bureau.

"I understand."

Song Lan rubbed his slightly swollen forehead, closed the video, and handed the phone back.

"Boss."

"Hmm?"

"I hope you can help me with a false testimony when the time comes."

"What kind of false testimony?"

"That I’ve been with you all day today and haven’t gone anywhere."

..................

The time was 11:07 a.m.

The train had long left the territory of the Seventh District, and on both sides of the road was an endless wasteland.

The winter sunlight was still glaring. Angle Saffire, shackled with handcuffs and leg irons, sat in the corner. The light piercing through the train window made it impossible for him to open his eyes. The colleagues responsible for this transfer mission were next door, playing a mobile game that sounded incredibly boring.

Before nightfall today, he would be transferred back to The First Region, and after some simple handovers, he would be put into what was said to be the most secure prison of the United Government, known for housing serious offenders.

The remaining hours were probably the last moments of peace in his life.

But at least, in the end of the story, he had finally stumbled upon the truth.

The real enemy was not the corporate executives, family leaders, or a member of the Review Meeting that he had imagined; it was not a specific person, but fate itself.

Even if his mind and consciousness wanted to struggle against fate, his body would ultimately betray the control of his consciousness and surrender to it.

After a brief resistance, he still followed the trajectory laid out by destiny.

"Dammit! What a crappy game!"

The cursing of the colleague seated next to him made Angle acutely aware that the joys and sorrows of people were not shared, but for a puppet manipulated by destiny, ignorance might be bliss, helping him to thoroughly enjoy the pleasure brought by the game.

"Why is the AI’s movement speeding up?"

The colleague muttered and cursed as he played, his fingers darting swiftly across the phone screen, but that couldn’t stop the inevitable outcome of his game.

Because this game was clearly flawed.

The enemy moved so fast it seemed frenetic, and eventually, it became ridiculous, leading to his instant demise as soon as the game started.

"Negative review!"

He angrily quit the game and logged into the official website, where the boring escort time was more than enough for him to write a lengthy diatribe to swear at the game producers until dogs bled from their heads.

One star, get out!

The next moment, his expression of anger suddenly froze on his face, replaced by astonishment and panic.

Because he had found a familiar ID in the comment section.

It was his own ID, and it had already considerately left a one-star review in the comments.

But...

When exactly had he completed the review?

His colleague stared at the time of the comment.

It was now, just a moment ago.

At the very moment he was contemplating giving the game a one-star rating, his action had already been completed.

Angle sensed something off with his colleague. He had a premonition that something was wrong the moment the other started ranting about leaving a bad review, and he abruptly looked at the electronic clock inside the carriage. He was certain he hadn’t misread it; there was a moment when time jumped backward by two minutes.

He had seen this kind of anomaly more than once in the confidential files of the investigation bureau, and each known instance of such anomalies meant...

"Whoosh."

The sound of the train’s carriage door being opened made his colleague drop his phone to the ground in fright. He instinctively drew his gun, staring in horror at the person who had entered from the rear of the train.

Angle!

No, that wasn’t right, Angle was still beside him, bound in restraints.

So who exactly was this person dressed almost identically to Angle?

"How, how did you get on board?"

The armed agent couldn’t help but tremble, questioning the other party.

He was sure that they had thoroughly searched every carriage of the train before it departed, ensuring safety before starting the train.

"Bicycle."

The mask-wearing person, who looked almost identical to Angle, said.

Absurd.

How could a bicycle possibly catch up with a high-speed train?

The agent pulled the trigger, unhesitatingly emptying a magazine of bullets.

The bullets were incredibly effective, as the person who had boarded the train like a specter vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed.

The agent gasped for air, and after calming down, glared at the prisoner beside him, "Angle, is this your doing..."

The question stopped abruptly.

Gone along with the specter was the prisoner beside him.

Alarms rang throughout the entire train, the high-speed train stopped mid journey, and the agents from the investigation bureau searched the entire train, only to come to an unbelievable conclusion.

Someone had boarded the high-speed train and, under their very noses, abducted Angle.

...

"This is pointless,"

Lying in the grass, Angle felt no joy of having survived. He didn’t know how he sudden appeared here, but his current position only allowed him to see the blue sky above.

"You can’t fight an enemy that has never really existed."

"You have 10 minutes."

The voice coming from beneath the mask sounded somewhat similar to his own, "Then, you can start running."

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