Enforcer Manual
Chapter 499: Another Investigator_1

Chapter 499: Chapter 499: Another Investigator_1

Angle Saffire witnessed today one of the most bizarre and peculiar scenes he had ever seen in his life.

As the catastrophic flood approached the two of them, the assassin stood up, knocked down the hostage, and injured his ankle in the process. Up to this point, he could still consider it the professional dedication of an assassin since a dead hostage completely loses value. However, what happened next once again refreshed his understanding.

In a critical moment, the hostage offered a helping hand to the assassin. Not only did they escape the scene together, the hostage also thoughtfully took the injured assassin to the prosthetic hospital, and the two of them had apparently become comrades-in-arms during the disaster’s attack.

Angle sat on the first floor of the prosthetic hospital, never having imagined that the investigation of this case would have turned out like this.

Another phenomenon that baffled him was that if the assassin hadn’t tackled the hostage, the hostage would undoubtedly have become a target of the chandelier’s attack, which had never happened before.

According to his understanding, the disaster would protect the innocent when attacking "sinners," and there had never been incidents where innocent people were injured or killed alongside the targets. Whether the target was guilty or not was irrelevant to his judgment; when the disaster appeared, it would identify the target’s identity.

If he considered misfortune as some kind of Spiritual Energy ability bestowing upon him, then the judgment of good and evil would be the rule activating that ability. Rules cannot be changed, and so he arrived at a shocking conclusion—the hostage who narrowly escaped being hit directly by the chandelier was probably not a good person either!

This was the purpose of his trailing all the way to the prosthetic hospital.

He maintained a very distant relationship with both parties and did not see clearly the identity of the hostage on the way.

But all these questions would be cleared up after he found the assassin.

Whether it was the bizarre-acting hostage or the mastermind behind Dream Manufacture.

Although nobody commissioned him to investigate the perpetrator behind the company, he had taken it upon himself to make this case his current goal.

By doing so, his life would no longer be empty and could return to how it used to be.

Angle kept an eye on the electronic screen updating in real-time at the prosthetic hospital. The assassin had been sent to the intensive care unit for some time now. Although it looked frightening, most of the injuries were superficial wounds that should be able to heal quickly after treatment with blood clotting and Healing Spray.

The sensitive nature of the assassin’s occupation determined that he definitely would not stay overnight in the prosthetic hospital.

He could take advantage of when the other party left the hospital to follow him to a deserted alley. With the techniques he had learned from the Bureau of Uncommon Incidents, he should be able to extract some valuable information from the assassin’s mouth.

The plan was supposed to be like this.

However, before the assassin was discharged, a strong sense of crisis enveloped Angle’s mind.

He looked around and noticed many familiar faces appeared out of nowhere on the first floor of the prosthetic hospital; some were doctors, some nurses, and others disguised as patients sitting together with him in the waiting area. They all occasionally cast probing glances at him.

Bureau of Uncommon Incidents.

Angle immediately recognized these people’s identities as likely the lowest-tier employees. Perhaps because their nerves were highly strained or their disguise techniques were imperfect, they had too much eye contact with him. This kind of behavior could alert the subject of surveillance.

As a senior member of the Bureau, he wanted to give them on-site coaching, but to avoid the news of "Arrested individuals and arresting officers cordially discuss tailing and disguise techniques" appearing on the same day, Angle immediately stood up, gripping a smoke bomb in his hand.

He had anticipated the potential crises before departing and had made corresponding preparations.

The glances of the Bureau’s employees also conveyed another message to him.

They were waiting for someone.

Waiting for someone who could control the situation.

And at the moment he walked out of the prosthetic hospital, that question found its answer.

The prosthetic hospital was situated in a remote location, and upon exiting, there was a dark highway. There were no vehicles on the road, and against the dim sky, Angle could immediately see the person across the street.

Her arms’ thermal energy blades were just too conspicuous under the night sky, with the air around them twisting together.

A brief exchange of glances occurred between them, and they both recognized each other’s identity instantly.

Hanna.

Angle remembered this new employee whose career had soared since joining the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation. Her father seemed to be the second in command of some major family. During the time he left the Seventh District, he heard that Hanna had nearly lost her life in an accident. To stand again, most of her parts had been replaced with military-grade prosthetics.

The current Hanna could be regarded as a humanoid weapon produced by military technology.

She was coming for him.

Hanna proved his guess with her actions. The moment she exerted force, her entire being merged with the night, and even Angle’s cybernetic eyes could only catch glimpses of Hanna’s silhouette in motion.

Retreat.

He immediately made the call and began to sprint through the night with all his might.

Angle didn’t look back anymore. He could feel an increasing heat drawing nearer, as though Death itself was trailing behind him under the cover of night, swinging its scythe. He even thought his clothes might ignite at any moment, and the skin on his back was about to blister from the burn.

With his speed, it was simply impossible to outrun Hanna, who had undergone a complete cybernetic enhancement.

The next moment, a shrill screech of brakes pierced through the air.

An uninvited guest intruded into the heart-stopping chase. The model of the vehicle was very outdated, and at this moment, the female reporter sitting behind the wheel kicked the car door open and yelled, "Get in the car, quick!"

Angle caught a glimpse of Hanna, who was close at hand, seemingly stunned by this sudden turn of events.

He dashed into the driver’s seat.

The instant the car door shut, the reporter slammed the gas pedal to the floor, and Hanna’s image was flung far behind in the rearview mirror.

He instinctively looked at the female reporter and noticed her complexion was flushed, her hands trembling as they gripped the steering wheel.

"God, I actually snatched someone from right under the nose of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation!"

As if sensing Angle’s gaze, the reporter exclaimed loudly, seemingly venting the frustration that had been accumulating during the long time she had been locked up at Dream Manufacture.

"It’s just like in a blockbuster movie!"

"I should have already mentioned, I am one of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation’s most wanted criminals now," Angle felt compelled to stress his situation again. In fact, the night he rescued the female reporter, he had asked her to go home and stay away from him as soon as possible.

He knew the bureau’s modus operandi well. Once they realized the female reporter had any connection to him, they would certainly involve her in the matter.

He had never imagined that the female reporter would drive to his rescue at this time.

He was beginning to question whether everything happening at that moment was also a part of luck.