Enforcer Manual
Chapter 66: You Didn’t Follow Traffic Rules _1

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: You Didn’t Follow Traffic Rules _1

After hearing the conversation between Dominas and the mayor’s secretary, Song Lan realized that he would likely not sleep well that night.

When he said "I’ll handle this", Song Lan knew it couldn’t possibly mean having a cup of tea with Roger and discussing their life’s ambitions.

Getting rid of people had become so routinary that it no longer weighed on one’s conscience.

The bombing incident at the chemical factory had placed a heavy burden on Roger’s psyche. From that point forward, he actually thought about retiring from the front line and developed a new hobby—underground fighting.

In Roger’s words, this allowed him to become closer to the city, noticing corners that he’d previously overlooked.

On the stage of underground fighting, people risked their lives for a few thousand watts of prize money. True fans, often working-class people. A game’s ticket could eat up several days of wages, and yet they remained enamored.

Besides the primitive savagery, the allure of underground fighting was that as long as you paid, you could enjoy the spectacle of people living worse off than you. From the moment they were confined to the fighting cage, their human status disappeared, replaced by beasts tearing each other apart to survive.

When one of the beasts falls, the audience can clearly feel what it’s like to be alive.

Song Lan couldn’t understand the complex emotions Roger derived from the underground fights, he had no interest - but tonight, Song Lan arrived on the opposite side of an underground fight arena.

To be precise, he stood on a building overlooking the street before the arena.

Between the neon lights and the car taillights stretched a line, between which were countless people moving forward like senseless zombies.

It was late at night.

This was the underground fight arena Roger visited most frequently. On the way there, Song Lan had already confirmed via text message that there would be a highly-anticipated match that night.

For Dominas’ hired assassin, it was an excellent place to strike.

The cheering of the audience drowned everything else out, hysterically celebrating, they wouldn’t even notice if the person next to them dropped dead.

"Master, shouldn’t we enter?"

Elmon asked curiously.

"The scene inside is not for you."

Song Lan rested his arm on the ledge of the rooftop. The cold night wind made him tighten his cloak, "Let’s just wait here."

He kept his gaze fixed on a ragged hobo.

Gauging by District 17’s exorbitant unemployment rate, seeing a hobo was nothing unusual. But in the past few minutes, this hobo had downed over ten bottles of mineral water, seemingly unable to quench his thirst.

The hobo had no money, but he had a hammer.

Half his face concealed by his fringe, his visible eye was full of rage and frenzy. That was how he wandered into a supermarket, making out with over ten bottles of mineral water.

His behavior suggested drug addiction, however, half an hour prior he was different.

Sitting by the roadside contemplating life, until someone approached him.

The man draped in a luxurious black suit chatted with him for a while, as if they were long lost friends, then the man in the suit invited the hobo into the supermarket. Song Lan didn’t know what had transpired in there, but since the two parted ways, the hobo had been acting like this.

Yes, just now, Song Lan had witnessed a hobo completely manipulated by another person.

He believed that this was a valuable lesson for Elmon.

Perhaps Dominas was right about one thing.

In District 17, you can’t assume that anyone who randomly approaches and chats with you means well, even if they are wearing the uniform of the Inspection Department.

The hobo’s symptoms quickly elevated to unbearable levels. He could not stop scratching his neck and face, leaving streaks of bloody lines on his skin.

When he lowered his head and saw the blood on his fingertips, something seemed to click in his mind.

It was as if he received an order out of thin air. Unfazed by the surroundings, he crossed the street audaciously amid a series of harsh brakes and angry yelling from drivers, then stumbled to the garbage bin across the road. He dug in the bin for a while, eventually found a black plastic bag.

He pulled out an automatic rifle from the bag.

The ongoing driver, seeing the situation, immediately retracted their head, fearing the hobo would unload the entire magazine on them.

However, the hobo didn’t seem to be bothered by the driver’s complaints. He proficiently checked the magazine, loaded the chamber, then cocked the gun.

Next, he aimed at the location of the underground fight arena.

In this moment, Song Lan finally understood Dominas’ plan.

The hobo would be gunned down when leaving the fighting arena, concluding his short life in an unfortunate accident.

No matter the perspective, it would undoubtedly be regarded as an accident.

In District 17, many harbored vengeance against society due to unemployment, nobody would suspect this ties back to the Inspection Department.

Pedestrians had already started calling the police.

But before the law enforcers could respond, the tragedy would commence.

"Master, stop him quickly!"

Seeing the hobo seemingly answering some calling and striding towards the underground fight arena with the gun, Elmon turned frantic.

"He won’t get anywhere."

Song Lan remained relaxed, leaning forward without showing any intention of intervening. He simply watched as the hobo with the gun crossed the road again.

The next moment, he was thrown several meters away with a sudden impact, only coming to a stop after he rolled a few rounds.

The scream was late, the pedestrians took a full ten seconds to comprehend what had just happened.

The hobo who seemed to make big news had been run over by a car in the blink of an eye.

The gun slid a considerable distance, seized by a proactive civilian who managed to react the fastest.

Song Lan slowly got up, his expression serious, he warned Elmon, "Because, he didn’t follow the traffic rules."

After such an impact, he’ll probably have to stay in the hospital for several days.

Not following the traffic rules?

Elmon was stunned.

He’d read about it on a search engine, there were indeed traffic rules in the city.

Stop at red, go at green, observe traffic signals.

But that was clearly not what happened.

He clearly saw a car that was dozens of meters away appearing next to the hobo in the blink of an eye, then the scene of the hobo being hit by the car.

Time had leapt once again.

Just like what he had witnessed that day.