Enforcer Manual
Chapter 836 - 825: Do Everything Humanly Possible, Leave the Rest to Fate_2

Chapter 836: Chapter 825: Do Everything Humanly Possible, Leave the Rest to Fate_2

However, the company organization chart before him made it hard for him to stay calm; he simply couldn’t predict where the assassins would launch their attack from.

He could only send out all his staff to patrol every potential attack site they could think of.

Yet, in the command center, there was someone who truly remained composed in the face of these unknown assassins.

Rob Lucci.

The Executor of the highest operational department of Military Intelligence Section Seven, CP0.

This resume sounded intimidating, much more impressive than his past.

The head of the security department felt that this Chief Executor seemed a bit too composed; his plate was filled with snacks, alongside a glass of chilled beverage, and since coming to the command center, he had just sat there.

The head had thought he was analyzing the assassin’s attack routes, but a glimpse at the screen revealed that it was playing the latest movie released by Kolo Film Industry.

Finally, the head couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Lucky, may I know your thoughts?"

He didn’t dare act out in front of Song Lan, for he had heard that this Chief Executor of CP0 had once served as the Chairperson of the Council’s security personnel in The First Region.

"Advice? None, I think your security measures are quite remarkable."

Song Lan pressed the pause button, politely removing one side of his headphones.

However, thinking of himself enjoying snacks provided by Kolo Film Industry, sitting in air conditioning, and using free WIFI, he felt a bit unethical to remain silent; after some thought, Song Lan offered a valuable suggestion, "The bacon in this bacon roll is slightly overcooked. You might want to talk to your catering manager about frying it 30 seconds less, for a better texture of the meat."

What are you really doing here!?

The security department head suppressed the urge to slam the table and stand up.

Song Lan noticed his unease, pushed aside his tablet, and asked, "Is there something on your mind? Feel free to share it with me."

The head of security didn’t expect Song Lan to say that, and somewhat unexpectedly, he felt a warm sensation inside.

He clearly remembered the contemptuous looks from other department heads during this morning’s meeting—a stark representation of his position in the company had always been.

But Rob Lucci, a real big-shot, had never looked down on him and had even proactively offered him a piece of the bacon roll.

In the tranquil atmosphere, the head of security began to recount his past experiences.

He had been an old soldier who participated in the United Government’s foreign wars at the end of the Gold Rush, celebrated for his glorious military record, and had received a job at Kolo Film Industry thanks to a recommendation from his highly regarded superior.

Just when he was prepared to make a significant impact in the company and prove his worth, reality struck a harsh blow.

The security department of Kolo Film Industry was one of the least noticeable departments.

When company staff faced security issues, they would only seek help from the rescuer, hardly bothering with them; he found that the so-called security department was essentially no different from gatekeeping security guards.

There was simply no place for him to display his talents.

Days passed by, and just as he was finally facing a real threat to the company’s executives—the assassins—he suddenly realized that he hadn’t faced a truly challenging opponent for a long time.

The reason he kept emphasizing his past experiences in the meetings was to bolster his confidence, reminding him of his times on the battlefield.

But the other department heads never really looked at him properly, and he was unable to regain the confidence he had hoped for.

"Perhaps I am simply not capable of protecting the founder’s safety."

In front of Song Lan, the head admitted his deep-seated insecurity and apprehension for the first time.

"I understand."

Song Lan neither agreed nor disagreed, "Your thinking has reached an impasse, and anxiety stems from this."

He tried to help the head of security face the issue, as his restless demeanor severely affected his movie-watching experience.

Song Lan seriously said, "Then let me ask you, who has determined that you must ensure the founder’s safety?"

"Ah...eh?"

The head of security was confused by this sudden question; he stuttered for a moment before saying, "I am the head of the security department, ensuring the safety of clients is my duty..."

"Your duty is to protect them, but success is not necessarily mandatory; there are always opponents beyond your capabilities in this world."

"But..."

"Did you see the news that came out this afternoon?"

"Are you referring to the identities of those freelance assassins? There’s a rumor that they are family members of those persecuted by criminals sheltered by the company."

"Was this plan pushed by you?"

"What? Of course not!"

This time, the head of the security department’s response was much more decisive and forceful, partly because his fringe department simply couldn’t participate in discussions about the core plans of the company, and on the other hand, his past identity as a united government soldier made it difficult for him to fraternize with criminals.

Turning a blind eye, pretending nothing had happened, was his greatest form of resistance.

"If those messages are true, then in terms of timing, they had likely organized this for years, perhaps even over a decade, and your awareness differs. You protect the founder of the company out of duty, but for them, it’s a deep-seated vendetta."

The security department head fell silent once again.

Song Lan continued, "Here comes the problem, why would you think that your makeshift preparations for an afternoon could match others’ meticulous planning of over a decade?"

"...Ah?"

Many question marks popped out above the head of the manager.

On one hand, he felt that what this CP0 Executor said made a lot of sense, but on the other hand, he always felt that something was off.

"If the founder unluckily dies in the attack, whom do you think will ultimately be blamed?"

"It’s my dereliction of duty, I couldn’t protect his safety."

"Wrong, the blame can only fall on him for approving that plan initially, fostering a group of assassins who were willing to hide in the shadows for over a decade just to kill him, what we usually call this outcome is ’reaping what you sow’."

"But... Mr. Lucky, I don’t understand, aren’t you here to protect him?"

"Correct."

Song Lan stood up, came next to the manager, and patted his shoulder, "Do what you can, and when you find the opponent is beyond your capability, preserving yourself is the right choice, like you might ’accidentally’ be knocked out during the intense fight, no one would blame an injured and unconscious person."

The manager and Song Lan looked each other in the eye.

He vaguely understood something, this conversation had suddenly enlightened him, making the pressures that nearly suffocated him dissipate suddenly.

If not taking successful protection as the ultimate goal...

Then there was almost no pressure at all.

And at this moment, a rushed voice came from the walkie-talkie.

Assassins had broken into the company—in a way they had not anticipated.

They walked in through the company’s front door, swaggeringly, exactly where they least expected it.

"Go ahead."

Song Lan gave the manager an encouraging look as he tightened his bulletproof vest, picked up his weapon, and headed towards the elevator.

And their conversation had been completely witnessed by another person.

After the manager left, Gustav emerged from the shadows.

Just as the rumors suggested, Song Lan was an oddity.

He addressed Song Lan with a question, "Long time no see, I never thought we’d meet in this way. I have been studying you, and it is my honor to encounter you."

No matter what, he must hold Song Lan back here.

He too had been preparing for this moment for a long time.

Under Song Lan’s watchful gaze, Gustav coldly reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, and then...

Pulled out three plump gift bags.

"These are some greetings gifts, as a token of respect. I have specially selected them for you, for Manager Lu Xiang, and for your subordinates."

—Bribery!

—This was his ultimate move against Song Lan!

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