Enforcer Manual
Chapter 492: The Disappearing Person_1

Chapter 492: Chapter 492: The Disappearing Person_1

Glexy lied.

Behind the door was not a central control panel, but the nest of some unknown monster.

To let Glexy understand the scene inside the nest at that moment, Lu Xiang had to hoist him up and shove him into the nest.

The nest seemed to have just witnessed a bloody fight, with a creature that looked half human, half wolf lying in dark green blood, and the air was filled with a scent similar to nutrient solution.

More precisely, it wasn’t a creature at all but some kind of guard robot that resembled a living being. However, Lu Xiang had never seen this model of guard robot before, and for some unknown reason, the guard robot had been subject to catastrophic destruction. She carefully examined the signs left at the scene but couldn’t reconstruct what had actually happened before their arrival.

And Glexy, as if possessed, lay on the ground, leaning against the edge of the nest, murmuring to himself, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

His thought process was extremely easy to guess.

When opening the door, he must have counted on the guard robots in the nest to kill them, thus covering up the truth.

And they arrived just a step too late, narrowly missing Angle Saffire.

In fact, from the beginning, Lu Xiang had little interest in Glexy and this company. What really puzzled her was why Angle would come to such a place late at night.

"Where exactly is the control room?"

Lu Xiang glanced disdainfully at Glexy on the ground, shivering in fear, whose now slightly mad look was indeed annoying her, and this time, having lost his last trump card, Glexy finally chose to cooperate proactively, leading them to the control room.

After investigating, Lu Xiang found a clue and demanded, "Who was in room number 73?"

The people in the other compartments hadn’t changed, but the person in room 73 had disappeared without a trace.

"Number 73... I remember now, inside was a journalist who came to infiltrate and investigate."

Glexy regained some of his senses and said, "We caught her and made her part of the custom service."

For the company, such events were not uncommon.

He indeed had heard a report of someone infiltrating the underground level, and he had thought that person was as good as dead.

Seeing Glexy’s ignorant look, Lu Xiang also lost the mood to continue the interrogation. The informant had left some time ago, but from the gunshots in the background at the time, it could be inferred that she had witnessed the entire process of Angle infiltrating the underground custom service facility. The gunshots were probably from his fight with the guard robots.

Lu Xiang contacted Captain Doug, and within half an hour, the special operations team had taken control of the scene.

"Why would Angle go to save this journalist?"

Sitting in the hovercar, Lu Xiang fell into deep thought.

She quickly found the journalist’s information.

A third-rate news agency journalist had disappeared a year earlier, with no background to speak of, so after such a long period of being missing, other than the news agency symbolically visiting Dream Manufacture once, no one else had pursued the matter.

She was even less aware of how Angle found out about this.

"I don’t know." Song Lan shrugged. Frankly speaking, his views on Angle were in complete agreement with Hanna’s. He had come along tonight simply to ensure Lu Xiang’s safety, "Besides, I’m actually more curious about how that explosive-haired manager will be judged?"

"Glexy? According to the laws of the United Government, he faces 15-20 years in prison. However, the company probably won’t let him live that long. Once the trial is over, the powers behind him will likely arrange to transfer him out of District 17, ostensibly sending him to serve his sentence in the core area, and he will probably die on the way because of some ’accidental incidents’."

This was the company’s typical tactic for silencing people, with similar events occurring daily.

But for Glexy, that would probably be a fitting end.

"I still don’t understand why they would collect negative emotions," Lu Xiang said.

"Negative emotional gases have a much wider range of uses. They were primarily used in projects for developing psychic abilities. Even though stimulative therapy has been banned by the United Government, a large amount of gas is still exported to the ’outside world’ every year. Besides that, it’s also frequently used in interrogations or similar processes," Song Lan explained.

For corporations, causing pain holds much more significance than bringing joy.

"The main feature of this gas is that it can inflict extreme pain without leaving any wounds on the person’s body. In many situations, leaving wounds means leaving evidence."

"How do you know so much about it?"

"Because it’s very common. When I was in school, during ’outside world’ operations, every member of our squad was issued a bottle of this gas."

Lu Xiang casually took a similar container from the hovering car and demonstrated with his hands, "Just this tiny amount can make the locals or captives tell the truth. Hence, in the executive departments of the outside world, many people refer to it as a ’truth serum.’ Anyone with it can become an excellent master of interrogation... There used to be a lot stored in our department’s warehouse too."

"We had it in our warehouse too?"

"Of course."

"Is it legal?"

"...A grey area."

Lu Xiang winked at Song Lan, "The thing about this gas is that it leaves no trace of wounds, so if someone complains afterwards, you just firmly deny using it, and they can’t do anything about it."

"Have you used it on others?"

"We were trained in professional interrogation methods. Only amateurs like using these kinds of tools."

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

Meanwhile, in West District.

The room was dark and cramped. The reporter, just disconnected from the machinery, was still wearing the company-issued "work suit." Even though her rational mind told her everything she had seen prior was an illusion, she had never experienced such realistic hallucinations.

The pain, panic, and trembling inside were incredibly real; they were even clearer than reality itself.

In reality, at least she had the option to pass out, but in the world of hallucination, she was forced to remain alert at all times.

"Who are you?"

After calming down a bit, she looked towards the person who, since returning to the room, had been sitting alone in the corner.

Intuition told her that this person’s situation wasn’t good; he seemed to be leading a life of hardship, thus settling in this gloomy room without sunlight.

"Angle Saffire."

"...Saffron?"

The reporter’s dilated pupils slowly regained focus. It seemed to awaken some deeper memories, but under the deluge of hallucinations, reality and fantasy were mixed together, leaving her momentarily unable to discern if these familiar sensations were also fabricated by the machine.

She even doubted if what she was seeing now was also a hallucination created by the machinery.

In fact, she hadn’t been rescued but was still inside the company.

"My brother used to mention you; I’ve been wanting to meet you for a while now."

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