Enforcer Manual
Chapter 490: Dream Manufacture_1

Chapter 490: Chapter 490: Dream Manufacture_1

That night, Song Lan was awakened by the urgent ringing of his cellphone.

Groggy, he opened his eyes. The exhaustion from the morning’s activities had allowed him to sleep soundly until now. He was befuddled for a moment before he saw Lu Xiang, already dressed in her pajamas, sitting by the window with her back to him.

To support him on his first day of exercise, Lu Xiang had specifically cleared her entire day.

It wasn’t difficult to discern from the conversation that this call was most likely work-related. After listening for only a few moments, Lu Xiang got out of bed and started doing her hair, then spread her uniform out on the bed.

"Are you going to work now?"

Song Lan asked.

"There’s a company in the West District that reported an attack. From the description, it might be related to Angle Saffire. I have to go check it out."

"Wait for me, I’m coming with you."

Upon hearing this, Song Lan sat up with a dashing carp flip motion, then immediately recoiled back under the covers, clutching his waist in pain, all within a matter of seconds. Lu Xiang, who was putting on her jacket, paused, her expression filled with concern, "Can you make it?"

"Of course I can, just some post-exercise aftershocks!"

Song Lan said through gritted teeth.

However, having learned his lesson, he moved much slower this time. Only when his speed slowed to that of an elderly person, did the sore back, painful waist, and leg cramps start to feel better.

It was precisely due to his perseverance that Lu Xiang’s deployment ended up taking ten minutes longer than usual. Plus, when they both sat in the hover car, Lu Xiang had to offer a massage service to Song Lan herself.

But she didn’t complain.

After all, she had her shortcomings too. From a humanitarian point of view, it was somewhat unkind to inflict secondary harm on someone who had just completed a long run and was exhausted, especially after only resting for half an hour.

But Lu Xiang had to clarify, there was absolutely no coercion involved.

A moment later, the hover car descended slowly into the West District at night, and a dim sign came into their view.

Dream Manufacture

A name both dreamy and poetic.

Compared to the towering skyscrapers of the downtown area, this could at best be considered a mid-sized company.

The West District only came alive after nightfall, with its streets brimming with drunks, small-time hooligans, and illegal drug dealers. After getting out of the car, Lu Xiang headed straight for the company’s interior. The receptionist, who had not yet finished her shift, greeted them. Seeing that it was Lu Xiang, the receptionist’s face seemed to take on a sour expression.

For the West District, currently the area with the worst public security conditions in District Seventeen, Lu Xiang was the last person they wanted to see.

What followed completely caught Lu Xiang off guard.

The receptionist very assertively told her that no one had reported a crime, everything at the company was business as usual, and nobody had attacked the place. Her behavior was inconsistent with her role, not only was she not welcoming their arrival but she was also insistently urging them to leave.

"Bring the person in charge here."

Lu Xiang certainly wasn’t going to be easily dismissed, her gaze was enough to scare off the receptionist who was trying to block the elevator with her body.

The reporting of the incident was very unusual.

The reporter had bypassed the citywide hotline for the Law Enforcers and had directly called her phone. During the call, Lu Xiang could faintly hear gunshots from the other end of the line.

The only possibility she could think of was that the caller was an undercover informant from the Law Enforcers’ department.

In fact, the informant plan was a project from her predecessor’s term. They had placed many long-term contacts in District Seventeen, not to punish criminals but to secretly denounce those who opposed the Foster Family and the Chai Ke Group. Because of the special geographical location of District Seventeen, those who were reported were often labeled as members of the Rebel Army and executed.

After accepting the position of director, Lu Xiang retained this plan. Some ambitious individuals voluntarily joined them, and they were clearer than anyone about the complex powers behind the illegal companies; toppling them was no easy feat.

To ensure the informants’ safety, Lu Xiang provided them with his personal contact information.

Just now, one of the informants had witnessed a person who appeared to be Angle Saffire entering the company known as "Dream Manufacture."

Minutes later, a skinny, tall man with pink spiky hair, wearing tight leather clothing, and dressed extravagantly, appeared before the two.

"I’m the person in charge here, Glexy. But let me be frank, there hasn’t been any report of wrongdoing, and if you wish to enter forcibly, please present a search warrant," the skinny, tall man said confidently.

They were well-prepared for such unexpected situations. Even Law Enforcers had to produce the relevant documents, and now that it was well past normal working hours, following the procedure would mean waiting at least until after tomorrow morning.

With that in mind, the man counter-asked, "I trust Director Lu wouldn’t undertake an illegal search, would he?"

Lu Xiang raised an eyebrow and pulled out a Silver Emblem Medal from the pocket of his garment, "I suspect your establishment is involved in a case currently under investigation by the rescuer department. Please prepare a list of your company’s business and personnel immediately."

Being a rescuer had its benefits.

At the very least, it made you much more assertive when dealing with these polished scoundrels.

The skinny, tall man clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, but in the end, had no choice but to make way.

As Glexy narrated, Song Lan, as a bystander, began to grasp the true meaning of "Dream Manufacture." In his own straightforward words, this place was akin to an Exotic Eldercare.

The reason for adding the prefix "exotic" was that the method of care here once again shifted his perception of this world.

The company freely accepted homeless elderly from the city, providing them with an "easy and comfortable" room and a delicate device.

Through the glass of the corridor, Song Lan could clearly see the state of these elderly people.

They all sat in the same posture on a chair resembling an operating table, their heads ensconced in helmet-like apparatuses that exposed their mouths. From the curvature of their mouths, one could seemingly discern their happy and content states.

According to Glexy, these devices extracted their emotions and stored them as gases in container tubes.

For those under intense work pressure in companies, a single puff during their leisure time could infect them with happiness and joy, relieving the stress and fatigue accumulated throughout their day.

This gas was also used as an anti-stress medication in many prosthetic hospitals.

"This is a win-win business."

Perhaps out of fear of Lu Xiang, Glexy kept emphasizing every so often, "We took them in, sparing them from the torment of gang members, and we even help them contribute usefully in the last stages of their lives, enabling them to aid more people!"

However, the more he emphasized the legitimacy of the business, the more Song Lan sensed that something was off.

Only after Glexy had taken them to his office and left did Song Lan finally realize the source of this odd feeling.

The bizarre scene reminded him of cattle farms.

The cattle people always say that they use chocolate and music to ensure the cows live in happiness every day.

"Is this business really legal?"

After Glexy left the office to retrieve the staff list, Song Lan, in the spirit of learning the laws of 2166, inquired of Lu Xiang.

"It’s not prohibited."

Lu Xiang pondered for a moment before speaking, "Any industry that isn’t explicitly forbidden is theoretically legal."

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