Enforcer Manual
Chapter 732 - 730: Does She Like Me?_1

Chapter 732: Chapter 730: Does She Like Me?_1

After hanging up the phone, Jock relayed the grave news to the other members of the High-level Parliament.

Stressed by the anomaly, the High-level councilors unanimously set aside their current tasks to convene the day’s final meeting.

Though they regarded themselves as devout followers, they had never truly opened their hearts completely to the divine. Their faith was closer to a power play, so deep down they were reluctant to let the divine influence the world prematurely.

But now, they had no other choice.

The last meeting went smoothly, with all members quickly reaching a consensus. They swiftly advanced to the next stage of the agenda, which now focused on how to deal with the Psychics.

"Jock, get in touch with them, it’s time for them to take action."

As expected, this burden once again fell on Jock’s shoulders. Since the death of the Secretary-General, he had subtly become the new spokesperson for the Fisherman’s Club. Jock wasn’t opposed to this; the meeting had gone exactly as he had predicted. Before attending, he had already dug out those long-unused contacts.

Because of Jasmine and Yaku’s meddling, the company and families had lost the trust of the candidates. They were certainly not willing to become a divine offering voluntarily, so they needed some real experts to "convince" them.

"The Keeper."

This was a secret organization that had nominally disappeared over a decade ago.

There was only one requirement to become a member of this organization—having killed at least one Psychic.

Despite its brief existence, the organization had substantial results. Many institutions of the United Government still used the textbooks they had drafted to this day.

The most famous of these was the "How to Kill a Psychic" series, which had become mandatory for the United Government’s new generation. However, few knew that this widely used course material was actually initially compiled by a grassroots organization.

An extreme grassroots organization.

After the Dark Ages, these awakened citizens spontaneously formed an organization and launched the "Witch Hunt Movement" of 2166 against Psychics worldwide.

As history has proven countless times, organizations with extreme ideologies like these usually do not last very long.

Initially, their hunting targets were remnants of the Dark Ages, those who used Psychic Abilities for evil, but the movement gradually evolved into a war against all Psychics. Even ordinary people suspected of being Psychics were "nipped in the bud" by them.

This grand "Witch Hunt Movement" ultimately drew the ire of the Rescuer department. Under the siege of Six Stars Rescuers, these civilians fell apart and gradually headed towards destruction... However, those are the versions recorded by the United Government. In reality, their talent was appreciated by many who, through secret means, regrouped them and continued to allocate a budget for their activities every year.

Jock was one of them.

His thinking at the time was very simple—there would come a time when they would be needed.

And that time was now.

"The ’Yaku Barrier’?... Good, I need his information, the more detailed, the better."

The person on the other end of the phone agreed very decisively, not even discussing compensation with Jock over the phone.

To "legally" kill a Six Stars Rescuer candidate of the United Government.

For The Keepers, there was no more enticing reward.

Moreover, they had a longstanding enmity with the Rescuer department, having been driven to a dead end by the pursuit of Six Stars Rescuers.

But that didn’t mean they were down and out.

On the contrary, after witnessing the Six Stars Psychics, their convictions were strengthened—they believed that given enough information and preparation time, even those standing at the pinnacle of the United Government’s Psychics could be defeated.

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That night, a text message caused Yaku to sit upright in bed.

The Practice of Health Cultivation was beneficial, but its drawbacks were gradually becoming apparent. He was napping too much during the day, causing his nighttime sleep quality to plummet. After all, managing to sleep more than 20 hours a day was no minor feat; only those at the Ashen Master level of health cultivation could achieve it.

Yaku felt that if the path of health cultivation had titles, he would only be at the "entry-level" stage, still a considerable distance from a Health Cultivation Master like Mr. Lucky at the "peak level."

The sender of the text had masked their phone number, but as astute as he was, Yaku recognized their identity at a glance.

A former Agent of Military Intelligence Section Seven, the hero who had saved him in the sewers.

Regrettably, after their negotiations, she was still unable to let go of her wariness towards Military Intelligence Section Seven and the higher-ups. After reporting her findings about the "Tree of Sin" to the Chairperson of the Council, she declined the offer to stay with the Galaxy Transport Company.

Yaku was truly sorry but helpless.

The former Agent claimed she had found a temporary safe haven these past few days and shared her recent investigation results through text.

Incidents of people going missing were on the rise.

The "Tree of Sin" had increased its feeding frequency several-fold; the entire underground sewer system had become a breeding ground for it.

With just her power alone, it was difficult to continue the investigation, and Yaku was the only person she trusted at this moment.

"Only," "trust".

Yaku noticed these two keywords immediately, feeling they should be underscored with a wavy line, and this was the first time in his life he had wanted to delve deeper into understanding a member of the opposite sex.

Despite many complaints about his resemblance to a delinquent, in reality, his luck with the opposite sex was quite bleak. His previous attempts at courage always ended in high school-like failure, and over time, Yaku had lost interest in the opposite gender.

But now, under the bright moon and sparse stars of the late night, a former agent of Military Intelligence Section Seven was actually inviting him to her secret residence that she had found.

What kind of trust was this?

Unfortunately, Sister Jasmine wasn’t by his side right now; otherwise, he would have definitely consulted her about whether this message was implying a sentiment of fondness for him.

Maybe this was the beginning of a romance.

Before setting out, Yaku felt it necessary to seriously consider some important questions.

For example, where would be a good place to hold the wedding, and yes, the names of the children.

All of these needed to be thought out in advance.

He held his phone for a long time, desperately wanting to share his feelings at the moment with someone else, but considering that the set of messages involved the former agent’s secret residence, he sent a vaguely worded text to Jasmine:

"Sister Jasmine, what does it mean if a member of the opposite sex sends you a message in the middle of the night, inviting you to meet up?"

"It means he’s probably tired of living."

Jasmine had also become a victim of the regimen, sitting in front of the window on a chair late at night, unable to fall asleep.

Just before, she had been severely criticized by her sister about the regimen, so naturally, she wasn’t in a good mood about Yaku’s ambiguous harassing messages.

Yaku didn’t reply to Jasmine.

Because he suddenly remembered that Sister Jasmine was always a Newborn, maybe the message had upset her.

Yaku got out of bed, spent nearly twenty minutes in front of the mirror carefully grooming himself, and put on a suit that he usually disliked wearing. After much hesitation, he also sprayed on some men’s cologne — these were all provided by the company insisting it helped his personal image, but he always thought only "sissies" wore cologne.

Avoiding the street patrols of the Anti-Terrorist Mobile Team and the Law Enforcers was not difficult. It took Yaku less than twenty minutes to arrive at the "date location" which was a small part of the city away from the Galaxy Transport Company.

This was one of the few old residential areas in The First Region that had yet to be demolished as part of the remnants. The company was reportedly preparing a remodeling plan, and most of the residents had been cleared out. Now, only one or two stubborn households who refused to move remained; their children worked in the rescuer department, so the company had always been reluctant to resolve the issue by force.

Following the location given in the message, Yaku quickly arrived at the rendezvous spot.

He stood at the door for a long time, fixing his hair, then pulled a plastic rose from the inner pocket of his jacket, which he had asked other staff members of Military Intelligence Section Seven to find for him.

After adjusting his image to its best state, Yaku knocked on the door of the apartment.

But as the knocking sound echoed, he realized the door was unlocked, and almost at the same time, urgent "woo-woo" noises came from inside the apartment.

The former agent did appear in his line of sight.

But she was tied to a chair in the middle of the apartment’s living room, with electronic handcuffs securing her hands and feet to the chair, and a dirty rag stuffed into her mouth. Seeing Yaku enter, she stared at him with wide, anxious eyes.

Yaku also noticed a device strapped to her, counting down the time.

He instinctively moved towards the former agent, wanting to help her undo the electronic restraints.

"Mr. Lucky, if I were you, I wouldn’t do that,"

a voice that had been electronically altered came through the phone next to the former agent on the coffee table, "If you do that, the bombs will detonate immediately."

"Who are you?"

"Who I am is not important. What’s important is that I want to play a game with you. There are rules to this game. If you unlock her restraints, the bomb explodes; if you try to take her out of this room, the bomb explodes; if you attempt to notify others to come here, the bomb explodes; if you let her speak, the bomb explodes...Your task is to use the tools in this room to stop that countdown before the numbers run out."

Another bomb!

Yaku gritted his teeth in frustration. Since arriving in The First Region, this was the second time he had encountered a bomb, and grim images flashed before his eyes.

Last time, he had failed to save the maintenance worker who had been fitted with a bomb.

"Mr. Lucky, this is a fateful encounter,"

the person on the other end continued, "I thought finding her would take quite an effort, but fate has brought her right to my doorstep... You can also refuse this game and walk straight out the door, and pretend nothing ever happened. Of course, the moment you step out, you will hear an explosion behind you. But I believe with your abilities, such an explosion can’t harm you."

"I will find you."

"We shall see,"

the voice in the phone chuckled, "But before then, time waits for no one, and you should deal with the problem at hand."

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