Enforcer Manual
Chapter 686 - 685: Performance Accident_1

Chapter 686: 685: Performance Accident_1

From the schedule provided by Qi He, it was clear that the Chairperson of the Council’s time was almost fully booked for the coming week; he needed to frequently attend various meetings and social engagements and give speeches addressing the various issues currently facing the United Government.

Song Lan had borrowed a car from Natalie, but they could only park it a block away from the activity and watch—the security personnel of the Review Meeting would seal off the block where the meeting or social engagement was taking place, and everyone entering had to be reported in advance. Any suspicious individuals or intruders would be directly invited by the Counter-Intelligence Department for "tea."

Even under such a stringent martial law policy, there had been 13 assassination attempts against the Chairperson or his entourage in the past year.

These diehard Assassins would choose to commit suicide before being taken away by the Counter-Intelligence Department if they were not killed on the spot, providing no information to their enemies. All signs indicated that these well-trained Assassins did not come from civilians, nor, as the media claimed, were they dissatisfied with the recent state of the United Government and came to The First Region as desperate individuals with a resolve to die.

They had received professional training, someone behind the scenes provided them with the Chairperson’s itinerary, and sometimes even found ways to help them bypass the outer security forces.

This was the most common method used in political struggles.

The people who sent out Assassins did not actually hope that those Assassins could genuinely threaten the Chairperson’s safety; they just needed an excuse to make a big fuss in the media, thereby expressing their dissatisfaction with certain policies passed by the Review Meeting.

But this time, the Assassins they faced were different.

They were truly aiming to kill the Chairperson—the Outer race had realized the threat posed by the Six Stars rescuer meeting and decided to act before the meeting commenced, with "Dominate" being the most suitable choice for an Assassin.

A spiritual energy bomb implanted in a human body.

The aftermath of the explosion could easily pass through a wall of people, swallowing up the Chairperson.

Even though the Chairperson had undergone prosthetic hospital procedures to save his life, against a spiritual energy bomb, those prosthetics provided little protection.

Lu Xiang and Rose were sitting in the driver’s and passenger’s seats, watching intently in the direction of the company building all afternoon—this was a famous media company, to which the Chairperson was invited for an interview. The specific content of the interview would appear on television screens this evening.

This was also one of the high-risk locations marked by Qi He.

Located right in the center of The First Region, the company was on the busiest street in the entire city. With the towering buildings nearby, even if the road in front of the company was blocked off, Assassins had many ways to infiltrate the company.

The nature of a media company meant that many "unknown" people appeared there every day.

"Look over there," Rose suddenly said to Jasmine after nearly an hour of observation, "Isn’t that your friend?"

Jasmine was not idle either.

She was always ready for a rescue. If in a short while they witnessed the Chairperson being flung out from dozens of floors high in the building by the blast and crashing heavily onto the road, she would symbolically rush to perform a rescue.

She felt that she must have been influenced by that odd bald vulture.

The idea of going to the countryside to grow sweet potatoes or corn kept circling in her mind, impossible to dismiss.

Perhaps it also indirectly reflected her pessimism about this mission.

Even the most excellent bodyguards could not guarantee the target’s safety across a whole block; at best, they could only arrive at the scene as witnesses to the Chairperson’s unfortunate demise.

Lu Xiang had once tried to contact the secretariat through Military Intelligence Section Seven, hoping to get a chance to approach the Chairperson, but this "rude" request was unsurprisingly rejected. They were very confident in the security forces around the Chairperson and didn’t need these people meddling.

Rose’s call brought Jasmine back to her senses. She looked in the direction Rose was pointing and saw Yaku striding arrogantly across the cordon, heading boldly towards the company.

"Why is he here instead of lying in the hospital?" Jasmine blurted out. Based on her professional diagnosis as a doctor, Yaku needed to lie in the prosthetic hospital for at least a week to recover.

The disadvantage of the fragile constitution of Psychic Ability Users became apparent at such times; they couldn’t revive fully charged in a short time by just swapping out parts.

"The guards didn’t stop him," Rose remarked, indicating that Yaku or the company behind him had reported to the security personnel in advance.

"You follow him in and see what’s going on," Song Lan patted Yeying’s head and added as a reminder, "Remember, don’t pick up random things to eat."

"Mm-hmm."

Seeing that he finally had a chance to make an appearance, Yeying darted out of the car window like a nimble hawk, sneaking into the media company building by air, following the route they had previously established.

"Testing, is the communication link stable?"

"Stable."

Yeying’s response soon came through in the car.

At this moment, the Chairperson’s speech was also coming to an end—this was necessary propaganda. After the failure of the war in the Third Neutral Country, the Chairperson, who promoted the large recruitment, inevitably became the target of public criticism. He had to quickly restore his public image through various channels.

The atmosphere inside the recording studio was still harmonious, and everything was going smoothly according to the interview outline.

The talk touched on the Review Meeting’s upcoming approach towards border cities, including tax reductions and the expansion of medical, educational, and other livelihood-related facilities by companies in cities that had made outstanding contributions to the war.

"Chairperson of the Council, this is the last question," the interviewer said.

The interviewer, with a professional smile on her face, had been looking at the interview script prompts off-camera directly in front of her.

"Next, we have a question that everyone is very concerned about. Could you please reveal to the public who should bear the primary responsibility for the defeat in the Third War?"

...

After the question was posed, the studio fell into a lengthy silence.

The previously pleasant and harmonious atmosphere had completely disappeared. The Chairperson of the Council was expressionless. He merely glanced at the interviewer, and that alone made her feel immense pressure.

The interview script that the Secretariat had handed to him did not include this question. Their strategy had always been to adopt a cold attitude towards the defeat of the Third Neutral Nation. Time would erode everything away. When the cursing critics had vented their emotions, they would realize that they had to return to their lives, struggling to survive.

And as the mouthpiece of the Review Meeting, they should absolutely not raise this issue in a public interview at this time.

The interviewer seemed to realize that something was amiss as well, and she hastily gave a sign to the cameraman. The filming was forcibly stopped before concluding.

To describe their current situation as a broadcasting accident wouldn’t be overstating it. After the recording stopped, she immediately took out the original outline of the interview, which matched exactly what was projected — the original document concluded with precisely such a sharp question.

She suspected that someone was deliberately trying to frame her.

Deliberately making the Chairperson of the Council uncomfortable, forcing him into a corner, but if she really angered the Chairperson of the Council, she would become the scapegoat bearing the brunt of the blame.

More than framing the Chairperson of the Council, she felt that this was a farce directed at her.

After all, it wasn’t a live broadcast. The audience would never know what had happened during the interview because that short segment of the video would be cut.

The interviewer immediately contacted the person responsible for this interview.

The person in charge kept apologizing and assured the Chairperson of the Council, "Please go to the resting room and wait for a moment, I will give you a satisfactory answer as soon as possible."

The resting room was next to the studio, a beautifully decorated, quite luxurious, and spacious room.

National-level rescuers would often appear here for interviews.

The Chairperson of the Council glanced at the time, then settled on the sofa for a short rest. After the interview, he still had to attend a meeting for an energy company under the Ragus Foundation. A whole day of meetings had left him somewhat tired, and once the room quieted down, the divination from the day before resurfaced in his mind.

There would be danger ahead, but it could be transformed into fortune.

This was a mixed omen from the divination.

He glanced at the side table next to the sofa, on which was placed a fruit platter with prepared fresh fruits. Then, the Chairperson of the Council’s gaze paused. He pushed aside the fruit platter, and only then did the inconspicuous note come into his view.

"We need to meet privately, 3801.5."

The person who left the note did not reveal their identity or address him by name, and if seen by the staff, it would probably be discarded as an insignificant piece of paper.

And the floor where they conducted interviews was precisely the 38th floor.

was the props and makeup room, but what did the ".5" that followed mean?

The Chairperson hesitated for a moment.

After seeing the note, the earlier broadcasting accident no longer seemed like an accident.

He straightened his clothes, walked to the door of the resting room, and gauged the distance between the resting room and the makeup room with his eyes. The layout of the floor was very compact, and only about a dozen meters separated them.

Afterward, the Chairperson of the Council instructed his personal guard to stay put, while he headed towards the makeup room according to the message on the note.

He guessed there was no ".5" compartment on this floor, which led him to assume the note referred to a specific place within the makeup room.

...

Meanwhile, the person in charge of the interview had furiously called together all the staff. The impact of the broadcasting accident could be either significant or trivial, but if they could immediately find the culprit responsible for the fiasco and provide the Chairperson of the Council with a satisfactory explanation, they might still be able to save their jobs.

But on the other hand, he also felt genuine anger.

"Who has tampered with the projector and the original interview outline?"

He glared at the crowd, knowing that both the outline and the projector were perfectly fine when he checked them that morning. But no sooner had he rebuked them than he realized that one person from the staff was missing.

"Where is Bob? Where did he go?"

"He..."

The staff looked at each other, uncertain.

Bob did not play any significant role in the team. He usually just had to set up the equipment properly before recording and ensure everything worked as expected. During the shooting, not many would notice his whereabouts.

And this question made the staff realize that Bob’s duties indeed allowed him to tamper with the projector and the outline before the recording began.

After some time, a person timidly raised a hand and said, "He, he said he went to the toilet!"

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