Enforcer Manual
Chapter 712 - 710: Incoming Call_1

Chapter 712: Chapter 710: Incoming Call_1

Ulan was back in the familiar place once again.

It reminded him of over a decade ago when they returned from the "outside world," they were not greeted with a hero’s welcome but this cramped room. Here, they had to undergo more than seven psychological assessments daily, and afterwards, they were sent to stay in a room much like a prison cell. Although it was fully equipped, they could not step out of the room until the Counter-Intelligence Department approved.

The United Government claimed that these psychological assessments were to ensure they hadn’t developed PTSD, so they could better reintegrate into society. However, anyone who had gone through the evaluation knew it was really to keep them silent about what had happened in the "outside world."

"Mr. Ulan."

The people from the Counter-Intelligence Department were always polite. They would never give you a hard time in attitude but would set traps behind your back.

At least, that’s what Ulan thought.

His psychological evaluation back then lasted for over three months.

"We’ve pulled up your records and found that you had engaged in similar behavior over a decade ago."

An agent from the Counter-Intelligence Department said.

Almost everyone from the Rapid Response Terror Squad had been sent to prison for cyber psychosis, and most of them had killed randomly on the streets. But Ulan was different; the first time he was deemed to have a psychological disorder was during an investigation by the Counter-Intelligence Department.

He had secretly planned an "escape" operation, inciting his comrades to riot and break out of here by force to expose the actions of the United Government towards them and the "outside world." Their communication methods were incredibly covert. During the prolonged external warfare, he and some of his comrades developed an extraordinary understanding, being able to convey their thoughts with just some concealed signs.

At that time, Ulan had almost succeeded.

If it weren’t for the fact that a family member of one of his comrades worked in the Counter-Intelligence Department and leaked the plan to prevent a bloody massacre, a case that would have shocked the entire United Government was averted.

"I’m curious, Mr. Ulan, haven’t you ever reflected over the years whether there was something wrong with your ideas, or perhaps you have never truly returned from the battlefield?"

"I have always reflected, and I have always regretted what happened back then."

Ulan’s sincere tone made the agent sitting opposite him pause; the report they had just received wasn’t like this. The report stated that the man in front of them was inciting other members of the Rapid Response Terror Squad, filling their heads with ideas detrimental to the United Government.

With his experience and relationships in the Rapid Response Terror Squad, he might really be able to eventually persuade a group of people to join him in his cause.

But since arriving at the Counter-Intelligence Department, his level of cooperation had been surprisingly high.

"Is this really what you believe?"

"Absolutely, honestly, whenever I think back to my reckless actions at the time, I am sincerely grateful that you discovered and thwarted the rebellion in time."

The agent looked deeply at Ulan, attempting to find flaws in his honest expression.

But he was destined to fail.

Because all of this was Ulan’s true sentiment.

Back then, he clearly lacked an understanding of prosthetic implantation technology. Their batch was thrust onto the "outside world’s" battlefield immediately after receiving their prosthetic transplants, even figuring out many prosthetic functions while in the middle of combat. These implants turned them into highly efficient killing machines but also planted a ticking time bomb within their bodies.

After leaving the Counter-Intelligence Department, he felt relieved on more than one occasion.

It was a doomed rebellion; they might have been able to kill a few agents of the intelligence department by surprise, but they could never have sustained it for long, as the United Government would soon disable their prosthetics, rendering them paralyzed. By then, they would have enough reason to lock them up forever or eliminate them completely.

Ulan had learned his lesson and spent the following decade dedicated to one thing.

Removing the United Government’s "brand" from his body.

Fortunately, in the decade that followed, prosthetic technology advanced by leaps and bounds. The military-grade prosthetics they had received, especially the most important operating systems, had become something even black market clinics could get hold of. Those illegal Prosthetic Doctors eventually found a way to remove the "brand."

However, the agents sitting across from him at the Counter-Intelligence Department didn’t seem to know this.

They perhaps still thought they could disable the prosthetics in his body at any time, leaving him paralyzed.

"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling."

The ringing of the phone echoed in Ulan’s ears once more.

Lately, he had been receiving these mysterious calls. The caller never wanted to reveal their name, but the information about Orman and all the other recent victims had been provided by this person.

This was not a good time.

The Counter-Intelligence Department might trace the call’s origins. Reason told him not to answer the phone, but instinct made it impossible for him to ignore the urgent ringing.

"Please wait, I need to take a call; this is very important to me."

After hesitating for a long time, Ulan finally spoke up.

"What are you talking about?"

The agent looked quite confused, but his calm tone felt chilling. "Mr. Ulan, there is no phone here."

When Ulan was brought in by the Counter-Intelligence Department, he had been thoroughly searched, and his belongings such as his phone were confiscated and placed outside. According to the records, the batch of military-grade prosthetics they were implanted with at the time didn’t have a built-in communication system.

After reading about Ulan’s personal experience, a thought occurred to him.

Several years ago, the Review Meeting ordered psychological assessments of returning frontline soldiers due to political considerations, but Ulan might have genuinely contracted a severe case of Cyber mental illness.

The Ulan opposite ignored him and instead made a "call" right in front of the Agent.

It was his handcuffs.

He held the handcuffs up to his ear in an almost eerie posture.

A familiar voice quickly came from the other end of the "phone".

"Ulan, you know what you need to do now."

"You’re almost out of time."

"They’re about to hurt you."

...

The Agent watched as Ulan showed a look of relief, and then the thermal cutting blade that should have been disabled easily sliced through the handcuffs and shackles binding his hands and feet.

A scorching airflow swept past his neck.

That was the last piece of information he knew.

.....................

Half an hour later.

Jock leaned back in his seat, his gaze intense.

He knew that lately a call never brought good news, and just now, he had received a report that a member of the antiterrorism squad had relapsed during a psychological evaluation at the Counter-Intelligence Department and, taken by surprise, had killed several people before being shot dead on the spot.

Cyber mental illness wasn’t the scary part, what was truly terrifying was that his prosthetics, which should have been disabled, were still functional.

This incident enraged the head of the Counter-Intelligence Department, who was now putting pressure on the High-level Parliament, demanding that the entire antiterrorism squad be kept under close supervision. He now suspected the members of the antiterrorism squad had secretly modified their prosthetics.

The grudge between the two sides had a long history.

When the Review Meeting first formed the antiterrorism squad, the head of the Counter-Intelligence Department was a staunch opponent. He believed that these people belonged in sunless cells, not in public office, appearing openly before the public.

Now that such a commotion had arisen, the Counter-Intelligence Department was not going to swallow this affront, and Jock was sure that the members of the antiterrorism squad would not cooperate with the control investigation.

The atmosphere was tense, and two departments of the United Government could clash at any moment, and they were all individuals with superior prosthetic implantation, professionals in the machinery of killing.

And the root cause of the entire incident pointed to the frequent hooligan attacks that had taken place recently.

With this in mind, Jock made a phone call.

The call rang for quite a while before being answered, and the other end sounded extremely noisy, as if in the midst of a bustling district.

From time to time, screams from a crowd could be heard, as well as the roar of armored floating cars, leading Jock to suspect that the person was not in The First Region but on a battlefield.

"You’ve gone a bit too far."

All this chaos was stirred up by that "expert".

He couldn’t understand the other party’s bad taste, some company employees with no particular background, he could still suppress the issue, but once it evolved into a war between the Counter-Intelligence Department and the antiterrorism squad, it would become difficult to handle, and their plan to undermine the Counter-Intelligence Department and Military Intelligence Section Seven would also be completely disrupted.

"You promised not to cause too much commotion."

"True, I did say that, but plans cannot keep up with changes," said the person on the other end of the phone, who didn’t seem to take the matter seriously and was more focused on enjoying the bustle, "Melissa, with a team, has sealed off several black clinics, and all the resisting thugs got taken out. Ah, this city is finally getting lively."

"What exactly is your objective?"

"Objective? I don’t have any special objective. I just heeded the call of the people’s discontent and lent them a helping hand, that’s all."

This had always been their code of conduct.

In those years before, deemed the Dark Age by the United Government, it was for these same reasons they were hunted down and cornered by the United Government.

So even though it now ostensibly had a cooperative relationship with the High-level Parliament, "Dominate" held no fondness for this city.

The Spiritual Energy storm that had been long in the making had failed to cause any substantial Destruction, and it was still holding a grudge over it, so it planned to return to its old ways.

"I’ll report your actions to Trian."

"Suit yourself," "Dominate" chuckled lightly, the threat having no effect on it, "But I hope you understand one thing, He is your god, not mine. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. The most tense and thrilling part is about to begin here."

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