Enforcer Manual
Chapter 498 - : Catastrophe Flood_1

Chapter 498: 498 Chapter: Catastrophe Flood_1

You might not believe it, but at the critical moment, the assassin bumped the hostage out of the way, saving them both from being crushed by the falling chandelier.

However, this was no ordinary accident.

Even though he reacted immediately, the falling chandelier still struck the assassin’s left leg. A shard of broken glass, like a dagger, plunged into his ankle, and crimson blood seeped out, staining his suit pants.

The assassin seemed not to have expected to be injured. He glanced at his ankle in shock, feeling a stabbing pain. According to his calculations, he had just avoided the chandelier, so was he really that unlucky today to be hit by flying glass debris in the ankle?

The "accident" didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath.

The loud crash as the chandelier hit the floor awoke the beast hiding within the room. Accompanied by a piercing scream, a mutated rat more than half a person tall, covered in fur as sharp as barbed spines, burst through the wall.

Those bloodthirsty, crimson eyes were fixed dead on the two people in the dark room, as if they were food delivered to its doorstep.

The assassin’s face was set and grave.

The injury to his ankle put him at a disadvantage in this sudden encounter, and excessive movement could not only cause the wound to tear further but also increase the risk of infection.

What a terribly unlucky day!

But the uninvited guest didn’t seem to take into account his terrible day. It pushed off with its hind legs, and its massive body, covered in barbed spines like a hedgehog’s, lunged at the assassin, with a searing screech that almost tore at one’s eardrums.

A playing card slipped from his sleeve into his hand.

He concentrated intensely, waiting for an opportunity.

In the instant the mutated rat was about to brush past him, the flicked playing card sliced through the rat’s neck, unprotected by the barbed spines, and he himself fell backward, collapsing rigidly to the ground.

The fatally wounded rat let out a pitiful screech.

Yet this was all within his calculations. At this angle, he could avoid the body riddled with spines.

Although he had never seen this type of mutated rat before, he had read in a book that most mutants possessed a certain degree of intelligence. Judging by its attack pattern, this mutated rat seemed particularly confident in its spiny armor.

The assassin immediately concluded that these spines were not ordinary—they must be covered in deadly poison or bacteria!

With an injury to his body, victory or defeat hinged on a single thought.

In a state of bated breath and concentration, even the flow of time seemed to slow.

Since ancient times, confrontations between humans and beasts often ended in human victory.

The next moment, the assassin’s pupils constricted.

Things should have gone that way; by his calculations, he should have killed the mutated rat without a scratch. But reality once again exceeded his calculations—the wind pressure from the rat’s massive body blew the chandelier remnants toward where he fell, with glass and sharp debris now poised like upright daggers waiting to pierce his body!

Could it be that the mutated rat’s intelligence had developed to such an extent?

No, impossible!

He was just purely out of luck.

From the moment the chandelier fell, he had been on the opposite side of fortune, where any ordinary incident could trigger a chain reaction, becoming the cause of his death!

In the process of falling, he looked in horror at Song Lan, who was also on the ground, unable to rise.

In the blink of an eye, the assassin excluded Song Lan from suspicion. At the moment the chandelier fell, if he hadn’t pulled the other down but chosen to evade alone, then Song Lan, deprived of vision, would have been defenseless against a severe blow.

Unless, the other party could see the future unfolding.

The assassin quickly concluded that both he and Song Lan had become targets of the catastrophe’s attack.

But this second felt unbearably long, his body became difficult to move due to inertia, and the shards of glass and remnants of the chandelier had become his grave. He watched all this happen, with a myriad of thoughts surging in his mind, yet not one could change the situation.

Worse still, he heard the panting of a mutant rat; the blow he had struck earlier had been insufficient to kill the creature outright due to a lack of preparation.

The multitude of thoughts caused a brief lapse in the assassin’s thinking, and as he snapped out of his daze, the intense pain in his back almost took his breath away. He began to gasp violently, the pain reminding him that he was still alive.

In an unfortunate stroke of luck, the debris of the chandelier had missed his heart, perhaps by only a few centimeters.

"Danger, there’s a monster!"

At that moment, Song Lan, who had been lying on the ground, finally stood up. Although his hands were secured behind his back, he offered his shoulder as a support to the assassin. Thanks to the assassin’s attack earlier, the movements of the mutant rat had slowed down a bit.

Before the rat could launch another offensive, the two men shakily escaped from the dark room and locked the clawing mutant rat on the other side of the door.

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That night, at home.

"Is that what happened to you?"

Listening to Song Lan’s harrowing description, her eyebrows nearly knotted together.

The complexity of the story exceeded her imagination.

She had to take a deep breath and reorganize this narrative, which was as bizarre as a novel.

First, the assassin had dived to push Song Lan out of the way at the critical moment when the chandelier was falling, resulting in an injury to his own ankle.

Then, like comrades in tune with each other, the two managed to escape from the grasp of a mutant rat.

After sorting it out, Lu Xiang realized the most critical issue, "Where is the assassin?"

"After we escaped, his injuries were too severe, and he needed to go to the prosthetic hospital for treatment. So, we decided to split up; we’ll contact each other once his condition has stabilized."

What on earth did you two do?

She would rather believe that Song Lan had accidentally dealt with the assassin, tossing his body into the artificial lake, and then, slapping his forehead, concocted this incredibly convoluted story.

But her years of experience in handling cases told her that the more inconceivable the process, the closer it often is to the truth.

"So, you mean to say that you were attacked by Angle Saffire and that he was also present at the scene?"

"We didn’t see him throughout the entire event, and it seemed as if only the assassin was affected by his ability."

This was the first time Song Lan had witnessed an attack by the catastrophe with his own eyes.

In that moment, the assassin was seemingly the entire world’s enemy; anything happening around him could have been the culprit to take his life. If Song Lan hadn’t subtly changed the point where the assassin fell when he hit the ground, he might never have been able to contact him again.

However, he also obtained an important piece of information from this attack.

——"Angle Saffire might also be investigating this case."

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