Enforcer Manual
Chapter 695 - 693: Special Prisoner_1

Chapter 695: Chapter 693: Special Prisoner_1

"Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t shoot!"

When she heard Song Lan speak, the leader of the Law Enforcers squad began to wave her hands frantically and shout, her voice even breaking from the excitement.

She had carefully studied the eerie surveillance footage.

With each repeated viewing, she realized that during the leap in time, people would still unconsciously carry out their inertial actions, which explained why cars would suddenly veer off course, office workers bumped into telephone poles, and those operating drones tumbled down stairs...

In the current situation, it was like staging a free-for-all design without aiming.

And the Law Enforcers’ convoy and the anti-terror mobile team were right in the crossfire of each other!

The captain’s pupils shrank.

When she noticed these details, she gained a deeper understanding of everything Song Lan had just said.

If the other party took action against the Law Enforcers, it would amount to declaring war on the entire judicial system of the United Government, thus confirming his role in planning and participating in a terrorist attack.

However, if they were to die in their own crossfire, it would become a command accident during an arrest operation.

Worse yet, she had a listening device installed on her, and the questions from the other side had been fully transmitted to the chief and others.

All she could do was raise her voice higher, "Don’t shoot, once you fire, it will..."

She was enveloped in panic.

There was no sign of the time leaping process, she couldn’t even remember what she had just said, and as soon as the brief period of unconsciousness ended, she frantically reached for her body—she was right in the center of the crossfire between two groups, and though she wore a bulletproof vest under her uniform, the anti-terror team’s weaponry was powerful enough to penetrate the vest and tear her to shreds.

But the anticipated pain did not come, and there were no wounds on her body—only the two people beside her had vanished.

The suspects Rob Lucci and Mo Lian... had they chosen to flee?

But for them, the Law Enforcers on the front line, this might be the best outcome, to return to the station to issue a notice of the suspects’ escape, and then get completely out of this troublesome matter.

As she was pondering this, a scream of extreme terror came from behind her.

It was the chief’s voice!

The chief was in trouble!

The captain turned towards the sound, only to find that the chief was not lying in a pool of blood as she had imagined; instead, he sat on the ground, scuttling backwards several meters using his hands and feet, his eyes wide as if he had seen some terrible scene, his mouth agape, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Even his colleagues beside him were on high alert, hesitating again and again, but ultimately they dared not raise their guns.

The captain quickly ran to the chief’s side, only then seeing clearly the cause of their fear—after time had leaped once more, nothing had happened on the street; the two suspects had cooperately complied with their investigation, sitting in the back of their car, and Song Lan in the backseat looked at his cornered chief with a helpless gaze.

The colleagues from The First Region seemed not to be very brave.

It was his first time seeing a Law Enforcer scared out of their wits because the criminals had cooperated.

Seeing the captain come over, he then said, "Let’s go, back to your station first."

...

Nobody expected that the arrest operation would end in such a manner, and after witnessing that bizarre ability firsthand, no one wanted to be in the same vehicle with them anymore. The Law Enforcers captain had to take command in a crisis and take on the role of the driver.

The situation now made even the chief embarrassed.

They had never really been prepared to actually catch the two suspects.

When the car passed the anti-terror team members, she curiously observed them through the car window.

It was understandable that her colleagues from the station did not fire after hearing her warning, but why did those former Cyber maniacs also manage to restrain their urge to shoot? Although nominally they were in the same department, they worked in different buildings on different tasks.

But they all had heard of the notorious reputation of the anti-terror team; statistics showed that once they were deployed, the death rate of suspects was as high as 93.2%, and the remaining 6.8% were seriously injured and hospitalized, only surviving by sheer physical resilience and luck.

Theoretically, when faced with a suspect that threatened their safety, they should instinctively pull the trigger, which was somewhat different from their usual way of operating.

And she might never know that inside the armored floating car, the anti-terror team members also began an internal meeting.

Their firearms were damaged.

All the shooting components of the exoskeleton armor reported damage.

This was going to cost the department a substantial amount of money, and the error messages frightened even these former Cyber crazies.

This was what happened during the time leap.

When they heard from the listening device that the suspects were about to take action, they fired instinctively.

Only, their firearms didn’t fire a single bullet.

Damaging the firearms and exoskeleton armor was much easier than killing them outright, and the message the other party wanted to send through this instant had been seared into their minds.

They didn’t understand why the suspects had spared them.

Just as puzzled as the captain sitting in the driver’s seat, who, after driving a distance, finally asked, "Mr. Lucky, may I ask for your reason?"

She had never before addressed a suspect with the polite title "Mister."

But they all knew that the other party could have left the block during the time leap, or even killed them all outright.

"Reason? Complying with Law Enforcers’ investigations to clear misunderstandings is a duty of citizens of the United Government,"

Song Lan said.

As a law-abiding citizen, it was necessary for him to defend his reputation; he had never been involved in any terrorist activities, nor had he ever assassinated the Chairperson of the Council.

As for the Secretary-General...

He was probably just too tired from his own job and unfortunately died after being carelessly tripped by the corner of a desk when getting up.

This kind of thing was all too common in the United Government, which was why he had always been calling for improvements to the "Labor Protection Act," advocating mandatory measures to reduce people’s overtime hours.

"What I mean is, it should be quite easy for you to run away or kill us, right?"

She asked, "Aren’t you angry that you’ve been accused of being involved in terrorist activities?"

The longer she stayed in her position, the more she felt that human life was cheap.

These days, there were just too many legalized ways for Assassins to kill, and rescuers themselves held such privileges; she had dealt with many cases where rescuers purposely killed someone and were ultimately released without any charges.

"Why should I be angry?"

Song Lan countered instead of answering, "I just think they have a problem with their perception of terrorists. What do you think a real terrorist looks like?"

"This... I’m not sure, The First Region rarely sees real terrorist attacks,"

The captain replied somewhat awkwardly, telling the truth.

Many of her colleagues said that the Law Enforcers in The First Region were the luckiest.

They were equipped with the finest tools of the Law Enforcer system and underwent the most professional training, yet they fought against small-time thieves who hardly made it big time.

These remarks once made it difficult for them to refute that most of the troublemakers in The First Region were ordinary people who, due to career frustrations, spontaneously sought revenge on society. They had no organization, no records, and even their shooting skills were hardly worth mentioning.

"Perhaps that’s the problem; they seem to think that killing one or two Law Enforcers and then being chased all over the world qualifies them as terrorists when, at best, they are merely on the level of gang hoodlums."

In Song Lan’s eyes, real terrorists would not take killing ordinary people as a source of pride. Even δ’s "Dominate" gang, when boasting about their glorious past, wouldn’t constantly talk about how many civilians they had killed or how many buildings they had destroyed.

"Mr. Lucky, you mean..."

"Now I will go back with you to the station, and you can make this news public. However, I hope that you could let those who claim we are terrorists come to meet me in person,"

Song Lan said, "They will have a day’s time to clear up the misunderstanding between us."

"I will convey the message."

The captain responded reflexively, but as the words left her mouth, she realized that the atmosphere in the car was off; the two sitting in the backseat didn’t seem like suspects, but rather like leaders instructing her on work matters.

...

Meanwhile, the High-level Parliament was also caught off guard by this sudden news.

They had already notified the media and were ready to publicize on a grand scale that Rob Lucci had been involved in terrorist attacks, subsequently assassinated the Chairperson of the Council and the Secretary-General, and even openly killed personnel of the United Government. But just now, they received reports that the two suspects were very cooperative with the law enforcement department’s actions and were actively seeking to clear up the misunderstanding.

That Rob Lucci...

Did he not have the slightest temper at all?

This had now become a tricky problem for them.

Who to send for talks, and in what manner—these were things they had yet to consider. Moreover, they all knew they could not provide hard evidence with legal effect; all suspicions stemmed from far-fetched conjectures, and they urgently needed Rob Lucci to commit some illegal and disorderly acts himself.

"Stall them for now, and have them detained as soon as things settle down at the Counter-Intelligence Department,"

Having no fruitful discussion, they could only try to follow the original plan.

"But now we have a problem."

"What problem?"

"Hog Foster wants to take over this case."

They had no idea where that old man, who was already one foot in the grave, had heard about this, but he had already sent documents to the Review Meeting at the earliest through his family.

And what’s worse, as a representative of the United Government’s judiciary, his reasoning was legitimate and lawful; even the Review Meeting had no power to stop the Tribunal’s reasonable demands.

However, this could also be an opportunity for the High-level Parliament.

"Jock."

All eyes turned to someone from the Council, "You and Hog have been old friends for many years. You go communicate with him and make this case airtight. It would be best if you could cement their guilt of involvement in terrorist attacks and assassinations."

Jock’s expression was a bit strange.

Because he had just fallen out with Hog the night before.

As a longtime friend, no one present understood Hog’s character better than he did.

He was a man with a strong vengeful streak, and he was sure not to swallow this slight.

"Hog wants to join the High-level Parliament."

After a moment of thought, Jock raised Hog’s request, although it was against their originally planned candidates.

"But he is not one of our members,"

The council members fell silent. However, after a moment, they came up with a solution, "Jock, you persuade him to become a member of the club."

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