Enforcer Manual
Chapter 816 - 814: Villains Attract Each Other

Chapter 816: Chapter 814: Villains Attract Each Other

Time control was an extremely convenient and powerful ability.

You could use it for rest and cooking, or freeze time when someone was climbing stairs, then move them back to their original position, trapping them in an endless cycle of never reaching the top.

Of course, you could also use it to forever remain in someone’s blind spot, just like now.

"I believe you’ve heard of this game before, it’s called ’I ask, you answer.’ The rules are simple, after I ask a question, you have 15 seconds to give me a satisfactory answer."

The voice rang out beside his ear once more.

"Stop playing tricks!"

Despite being at the end of his rope, the fatty maintained a defiant attitude, "You’re from Kolo Film Industry, aren’t you? It’s no use, even if you hack our website or kill me, you can’t change what’s going to happen tomorrow night!"

Among the criminals Song Lan had encountered, the fatty before him was definitely a tough one.

He had already resigned himself to a heroic death.

"But there are many things in this world much more terrifying than death."

Upon hearing this, the fatty’s pupils shrank, and his hand instinctively reached for his backpack.

Inside was a loaded gun, which could greatly reduce his suffering when he was out of options. He knew that many rescuers took pleasure in torturing others, those who committed countless heinous crimes during their "external" operations, all covered up by the United Government.

When they returned, they could still enjoy the reputation of heroes.

Never fall into the hands of rescuers and Kolo Film Industry—this was their consensus.

And now, the moment he had imagined countless times had come; the fatty held the gun hidden in the bag in his hand. This time, he did not try to aim at the uninvited guest who had broken into his apartment but bit down on the gun barrel with the speed of lightning.

"Bang—!"

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, knowing that if he allowed his opponent to react, even the right to die would be stripped from him.

The fatty remembered someone telling him that death itself wasn’t scary.

The pain wouldn’t last long either, for his consciousness would soon sink into chaos and eventually dissipate into Nothingness.

Now, he hadn’t even felt the pain, only noticing the nose-stinging stench of gunpowder.

"Good try."

The unnerving voice echoed in the fatty’s ear once again, as if it had followed him from the real world all the way to hell. Regaining his composure, the fatty looked down unbelievably at the gun he was clutching.

He had indeed pulled the trigger, and the fired bullet left a clear bullet hole in the wall behind him.

This bullet had passed through his head, yet left no physical wound.

"Question one, why did you target the rescuers?"

The fatty heard the first question.

But before he could speak, he felt a weight on his right hand, and a tremendous force pressed down half of his body onto the ground. A sensation of both pain and itchiness spread from his fingertips throughout his body.

When the fatty looked at his left hand, which seemed to have merged with the floor, he saw a scene he would never forget—growing flesh buds covered his palm, fusing his entire hand with the floor. An eyeball riddled with blood vessels sprouted on the back of his hand, and it was staring intently at him.

He let out a strange cry, "What, what is this!?"

The fatty struggled desperately to pull his hand from the floor, to free himself from this horrifying substance, but all his efforts were futile.

He even felt that what he was seeing wasn’t reality but a scene that could only appear in a horror film.

"You have ten seconds left, after which your arm will permanently merge with the floor of the apartment."

"Don’t play dumb!"

The fear of the unknown raised the fat man’s voice as he nearly shouted in anger, "Look at this city, that’s the reason!"

"You mean this city? What about this city?"

The pain and the itchiness diminished slightly, and seizing the moment, the fat man yanked his hand away from the corroded floor, scrambling backward until he was stopped by the computer case against his back.

Before this, some among them had called the rescuers demons in human skin, but it wasn’t until today that the fat man realized the vast difference between the two.

Just now, he felt an oppressive force as if it came from another species.

It was like a Psychic, but also like one of the Abnormal Creatures that mad scientists would concoct in their biological labs.

Clearly, the Abnormal Creature hadn’t left; it was still corrupting the apartment’s floor, visibly stretching towards him.

With limited time, the fat man realized that before these growing flesh buds enclosed him, he had to provide an answer to another question.

"Because this is a city built on lies; someone must wake people up from these false beautiful dreams!"

"So, your approach is to kill a few irrelevant actors and then create several more murder cases?"

"These are all necessary steps on the path to the ultimate goal."

The fat man was resolute.

Of course, this was all within Song Lan’s expectations.

To realize their "grand feat," the person before him was willing to sacrifice his life at any moment.

Just as he wanted to continue the question-and-answer game, a boom from outside the window interrupted their conversation.

The armored floating car hovered in front of the fat man’s apartment window, its dazzling searchlight illuminating the room.

Then, the occupants of the armored floating car communicated their intent with concentrated gunfire, seemingly unconcerned about collateral damage. In the blink of an eye, all the furniture in the fat man’s apartment was riddled with holes.

After the barrage ceased, a series of tear gas canisters were thrown in.

A figure clad in black gold exoskeleton armor leaped down from the armored floating car, its propulsion system allowing it to land smoothly amid the chaos of the apartment.

"Troy, I know you’re in there."

A voice that Song Lan found all too familiar came from behind the mask.

"Black Sand" was a series he had watched back when he was in the logistics department, and now the hero from the film was crashing into the room just like he did in the movies.

He called out the fat man’s name, "Come out, hiding is pointless."

Yet silence was all that answered him.

The sophisticated biological recognition system came up empty; the result showed that the room was now empty.

But just seconds before, it had identified two biological signatures, one of which belonged to Troy, the target of his mission.

For a moment, it was hard for him to imagine how a fat man, who had been out of shape for so long, could have escaped from under his watch in such a short span of time.