Enforcer Manual
Chapter 925 - 866: My Friend

Chapter 925: Chapter 866: My Friend

"At 4:30 AM today, an unprecedented rainfall occurred in District Four..."

"Experts from the Psychic Abilities Research Institute believe that this anomaly is similar to the rainfall that happened a few months ago in District Seventeen..."

"The Counter-Intelligence Department has already intervened in the investigation..."

Early in the morning, the streets of the food district were filled with the sounds of news channels, as Vadim, alone, wolfed down skewered meat, holding the bamboo stick tightly in his hand.

This unexpected "cream rain" had actually been a blessing in disguise for him, providing him with a much-needed respite.

It wasn’t until after sunrise that the cream clogging the streets and alleys of District Four began to melt. Under the sunlight, it dissolved much like melting snow, disappearing without a trace in less than half an hour.

At this moment, Vadim was the only person in the vast barbecue shop. When this uninvited guest had arrived, the owner had very sensibly locked the door and hung up a ’closed’ sign.

Not long ago, the Exceptional Case Investigation Bureau had issued a warrant for Troy and Vadim, making them the top wanted criminals in District Four.

Who would have thought that a city-wide wanted beggar would dare to appear boldly on a bustling food street?

The owner grilled in silence, not daring to even breathe too loudly, frightened that the ferocious criminal would get upset and slash him.

According to the bureau’s reward poster, Vadim had already killed a senior agent of the investigating bureau, thus declaring war on the judicial system of the United Government. But for these ordinary citizens in business, the text only conveyed one message to them.

— Vadim was now a terrorist driven to a dead end.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the barbecue shop owner no longer had to face this ordeal alone.

The shop welcomed an oblivious customer.

The middle-aged man, covered in dust and sand, wearing goggles as if he had just walked out of a desert, ignored the ’closed’ sign.

However, there were no deserts near District Four, so the owner guessed that this must be an extra from some film crew, looking to fill his stomach before the day’s shoot commenced, something he faced every morning with similar people.

Soon, the owner realized that not only was the middle-aged man unobservant, but he was also utterly unable to understand his signaling glances.

More than once, when Vadim wasn’t looking, he had tried to use eye contact to warn him to leave and then inform the Investigation Bureau about the serious offender right here in his shop, perhaps securing himself a sliver of a chance for safety.

"Sir, you..."

Watching the middle-aged man who just sat down next to Vadim, the owner really wanted to curse, but he was afraid that too harsh a word might provoke Vadim to slash him, so he had to hastily change his approach and ask, "What would you like to order?"

"The same as him."

"Alright."

The owner squeezed out a smile more pained than crying and picked up the prepared synthetic ingredients.

He was certain now: this was an absolute fool.

And to him, another trait of fools was their inexplicably chatty nature. The middle-aged man seemed to hear the news playing in the shop, and while waiting, he began commenting, "The ’cream rain’ that shrouded the whole city, I haven’t come across such an interesting ability in a long time... Oh, and add some extra spicy, the explosive type."

Finally, Vadim also seemed to have had enough of the middle-aged man.

The moment he set down the skewer, the scorching edge of a blade flashed a crimson light.

To this uninvited guest, he had a different perspective from the owner.

Fools were not many in District Four, and from his experiences in District Seventeen, real fools had long perished in the harsh outskirts of the border cities, never having the chance to make it to this core city.

More likely, they were pursuers disguised as civilians or fools.

The man’s behavior did not seem like that of public service personnel; he was most likely an assassin active in the black market.

For him, decapitating someone who was too full of himself was all too easy.

However, it seemed that Lady Luck had once again played a joke on him.

The thermal cutting blade was about to touch the middle-aged man when, along with his arm, it disappeared into thin air. The man hadn’t even blinked, still calmly watching the morning news playing on the barbecue shop’s screen.

There was no pain, and Vadim could still feel his now-absent arm.

As he tried to move away from the man, his disappeared arm slowly started to reappear.

Ever since he had the "Overload IV" transplant, his luck seemed to have plummeted. According to the people from "Blue Eyes" company, after he completed his "evolution," there were very few in District Four who could threaten him, yet in his first mission, he had encountered one, and most of his cybernetic body was heavily damaged.

And now, just trying to fill his belly in a barbecue shop, he had met another unfathomable person.

The owner was naturally stunned by the scene and blurted out, "Are you a public servant with the United Government, here to arrest him?"

In his mind, only members of special action departments could handle a criminal of Vadim’s caliber.

"No, of course not. As I said earlier, I only arrived in District Four recently to meet an old friend. And you..."

The middle-aged man propped his chin with his left hand, looking interestedly at Vadim, "There’s something inside your body similar to him. Are you his follower? Strange, if you were his follower, why would you install such things in your body?"

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