Enforcer Manual
Chapter 733 - 731: There is Only One Reason for Your Failure

Chapter 733: Chapter 731: There is Only One Reason for Your Failure

This was not the date Yaku had imagined.

According to what he had thought on the way, they should have opened a bottle of wine by now, perhaps sitting in the open air on the rooftop, discussing under the moonlight how to eliminate those overgrown plants, rather than facing a timed bomb here.

He was not good with these delicate operations, let alone deciphering them. Even if the other party placed the manual on how to disarm the bomb in front of him, he might not be able to understand it clearly.

But the other party had revealed a piece of information through bits and pieces of their conversation.

Even though he wasn’t here, he could monitor every move in the room.

Yaku didn’t move; he locked eyes with the former agent, confirming through eye contact that the person on the other end of the phone was the one who had sent him the text message. As for how she, as a special agent, ended up strapped to a bomb, that was not something that could be confirmed with mere eye contact.

The former agent didn’t seem to want to maintain eye contact for long. Her gaze flitted about the room, shifting restlessly as time passed, growing more and more agitated.

Was this... a hint?

Yaku tried to follow her gaze, the only method currently available to him for clues. The other party was monitoring everything in this room in real time; any slight movement might arouse suspicion and trigger the bomb strapped to her.

Initially, he thought the former agent was hinting at the location of surveillance cameras and listening devices, but as her gaze moved, she seemed to always deliberately stop on empty spaces.

Empty corners of the walls and ceilings that couldn’t hide anything.

Time passed by, second by second. To avoid arousing the bomber’s suspicion, Yaku could only symbolically fiddle with the timed bomb. He leaned in closer to the former agent, hoping for more hints, but gradually, the agitation in her eyes vanished, replaced by disappointment.

With only 15:31 seconds until the bomb exploded, her gaze was like that of a judge pronouncing a death sentence.

What was the reason for all this?

What exactly did she want to convey through her eyes?

Firstly, surveillance cameras and listening devices could be ruled out. She must also know that even if they found the means by which the other party monitored the room, it would be of no use. Once the surveillance of the room was interrupted, the bomber would surely detonate the bomb at the first opportunity.

Yaku’s breathing became more and more rapid.

He gradually realized that this wasn’t due to emotional changes, but a physiological response.

Breathing became more and more difficult, and each inhalation caused a burning sensation in his lungs.

There were only 13:30 left until the bomb exploded.

The cloaked, masked figure finally stepped into the room.

"Intelligence reports described him as impulsive, not fond of using his brains, and it seems the facts are indeed so," he said, glancing at Yaku, who was unconscious at the feet of the former agent.

For a Psychic, this was tantamount to a fatal injury.

So fatal that with adequate preparation, even an ordinary person could deal with them. This was the whole purpose behind their compilation of "How to Kill a Psychic"—once the Psychic’s mystical facade was stripped away, they reverted to being vulnerable ordinary people.

"For an ordinary person, he held on for quite a while," the masked man commented.

In a room filled with neuro-paralytic gas, without an antidote.

Losing consciousness became a very slow process, but by the time he finally realized it, it was already too late.

The masked man walked over to Yaku, kicking his thigh.

Before him, there was only a "corpse" that could not respond in any way.

Logically, he should have killed Yaku on the spot, but according to their agreement with Jock, he needed to deliver Yaku alive.

"As for you,"

he pulled the cloth out of the former agent’s mouth, her desolation was a true outpouring of emotion, "I really didn’t expect you to come to us voluntarily."

The masked man couldn’t help but express his feelings.

The whole affair had gone so smoothly, thanks to fate’s design. To find a former Military Intelligence Section Seven agent with strong anti-surveillance capabilities in the vast expanse of The First Region would have been like searching for a needle in a haystack, yet her chosen hideout was right above their building.

An abandoned apartment building, an excellent place to hide.

Obviously, the councilors, led by Jock, thought the same and had him hide here, right under the noses of the rescuers.

The Six Stars rescuers would never have dreamed that The Keeper they were chasing was right beneath their feet the whole time.

Apart from fate’s gift, he could think of no better way to describe the coincidence before him.

"His abilities are known as the ’Yaku Barrier’, and for him, the most dangerous thing in this room isn’t the bomb. Even if you were to detonate the bomb now, he’d surely survive."

At the outset of making the plan upon receiving intelligence, they had dismissed all physical methods.

Not being able to accurately ascertain the upper limit of the barrier’s defense meant there were variables, and they would never leave the success or failure of their mission to the whims of chance.

"The bomb was only meant to detain him. What’s truly dangerous to him is the neuro-paralytic gas. What a pity, if it weren’t for the agreement, I could have replaced it with poison gas... These are the parting gifts I offer you."

The masked man spoke up, "Unfortunately, you are not on our list."

As he spoke, he pulled a silenced pistol from his pocket.

Intelligence indicated that the former agent had undergone extensive cybernetic augmentation, so to confirm her death required several more bullets than usual.

"Farewell, beautiful miss."

Without any hesitation, he pressed the trigger.

No flames shot from the gun barrel; instead, the cybernetic limb on his right hand went numb.

The masked man looked puzzledly at his right hand; the severed part slowly fell to the ground, blood spreading slowly across the floor. However, no blood was spurting from the stump, as if an invisible wall was blocking it, preventing the blood from splattering all over the former agent.

"You..."

"You’re right, for me, the most dangerous thing is the air."

Jock coughed violently, looking extremely ill, but still propping up his body with his numb arm and struggling to his feet from the ground. "I don’t know who said it, but psychic abilities are projections of the subconscious. My abilities cannot shield me from things that are essential for my survival, but thanks to Ms. Former Agent, I’ve come to understand this."

He finally understood the former agent’s fleeting gaze.

In those corners where nothing exists, there are things that people automatically overlook.

And as he recalled the "rules" dictated by the masked man, it suddenly all made sense to him.

All the rules had confined him to this room, trying to draw his attention to the time bomb that was about to explode.

It was just a pity that by the time he realized this, he had already inhaled too much of the nerve-paralyzing gas to find the masked man’s hiding spot. "But as you said, if you wanted to kill me, you would use poison gas instead of putting me into a coma."

So, he could only bet that the other party would show up before the time bomb exploded.

"Why... why can you still use your abilities?"

The masked man asked in bewilderment. According to their theory, even if psychic ability users did not fall into a coma, the nerve-paralyzing gas should have been enough to disable their abilities, similar to the anti-psychic weapons produced by the Psychic Research Institute.

"Because I’ve been secretly training recently."

Jock steadied himself.

He couldn’t completely isolate the air around him, and his consciousness was on the verge of vanishing—he should have fallen into a coma by now, but his willpower kept his eyes open, and he stood up.

seconds.

Or even less time.

"Now, it will take only a second to completely take you down."

Realizing the dire situation, the masked man turned to flee the room. As he took a step, a tremendous force hit his back, sending him flying. A gap had appeared in the wall that should have served as protection, which he hadn’t noticed being cut. He tried to grab the wall with his hand, only to realize that his right cybernetic arm was still in the room.

In the blink of an eye, his feet left the ground as he found himself high above the ground, some ten stories up.

His body plummeted rapidly, his roar quickly dissolving into the night.

Jock remained stationary, cutting open the electronic restraints that bound the former agent with his abilities. As the time bomb fell from her body, a barrier gathered and compressed it into a point.

"There’s only one reason for your failure—you interrupted my date," he said, maintaining a bizarre posture in the former agent’s eyes as he looked in the direction where the masked man disappeared. "His accomplices might be nearby; I’ll leave the rest to you, Ms. Former Agent."

"Angela."

The former agent, now revealed as Angela, propped up Jock’s tottering body. "That’s my real name."

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

Meanwhile, in an office in The First Region.

In the dead of night, Li Youqian welcomed a special visitor. He thought he could take advantage of the chaos in The First Region to rest for a few days, yet another uninvited guest had come knocking on his door.

"Let him in."

He sighed deeply, and his panicked assistant obediently cleared a path, allowing the cloaked and masked visitor, who looked decidedly suspicious, into his office.

"I hear you can predict fortunes."

A wavering voice came from under the mask, "Then cast a fortune for us, will our path be auspicious or treacherous?"

"Seeking a fortune requires an appointment, dear guest. Have you made one beforehand?"

"No."

The masked man replied, "But you’ll need it soon enough because the intelligence mentions that of all the candidates, you’re the weakest, having reached your position only through the uniqueness of your abilities."

"Then we shall see."

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