Enforcer Manual
Chapter 926 - 866: My Friend_2

Chapter 926: Chapter 866: My Friend_2

A follower?

Unlike the clueless barbecue shop owner, Vadim suddenly thought of something.

The "Blue Eyes" company’s people ultimately did not offer more explanation about the Church, merely mentioning vaguely that the Church existed during the Dark Ages and that some had altered the history of that period, causing many actual events and people to vanish forever from the historical annals.

As for how the Church was destroyed, the true identity of the Saint Heir, and the adversaries in that war, those elements remained shrouded in mystery.

Even if the "Blue Eyes" accompanying its backing military technology could only speculate based on various clues about what precisely happened in the Dark Ages, this weary middle-aged man seemed to know some details about that era.

"I am no one’s follower, someone told me that this thing in my head is connected to the person you’re looking for."

According to the people from Blue Eyes, all "Overload" systems are but a crude imitation of controlling time, and their research had only reached the concept of speed.

The next moment, a strange scream broke the ambiance in the shop.

The owner was stunned by the sudden scene; he could hardly believe his eyes—Vadim’s sentence had not yet finished when the middle-aged man’s hand touching his head caused Vadim’s head to disappear right before him!

Vadim still maintained the same sitting position as when he was speaking, but now he was left a headless "corpse".

"No wonder, that explains it."

The middle-aged man seemed contemplative, and moments later, his hand left Vadim, whose head reappeared just like the arm before.

Vadim himself appeared scared by this scene.

His eyes were wide open, and it took him a long time to make a sound.

"I thought they had discontinued these meaningless research projects... Such a pity, I had hoped to catch up with an old friend not seen in years. Yet, as he once told me, life is full of disappointments,"

The middle-aged man quickly adjusted his disappointed mood and said, "However, this trip at least led me to some interesting young ones. Now that I’ve met you, I might as well warn you, what they’ve stored in your head is not something benign; it’s slowly eroding your life."

"...What will happen to me next?"

For some reason, Vadim couldn’t help but ask.

He always felt that this mysterious middle-aged man might have answers to those questions that had accumulated in his heart.

The true purpose of "Blue Eyes" and military technology, and that erased history...

"What, do I look like a fortune teller?"

Although the middle-aged man said this, his index finger was pressing against Vadim’s forehead.

In a daze, Vadim’s gaze drifted beyond the barbecue shop.

What appeared before him was a majestic building, a palace dominated by black hues, which upon a closer look resembled a cage.

Vadim did not know where he was; he felt too insignificant, and at that moment, his perspective could only look up at the palace before him.

The doors of the palace were tightly closed; he could only see a few labels on them:

Time - Overload IV

Nothingness - Invisible Stance

Order - Gravity II

...

These terms were followed by prosthetics he had seen or heard of.

Vadim’s presence there was too brief, and as he attempted to move forward, his sight returned to reality where, under the stark contrast, the early morning light seemed particularly glaring. He noticed that the middle-aged man’s index finger had left his forehead and the barbecue shop owner had already served him some barbecue, the middle-aged man was winding down his work.

"That is where you are heading, where your consciousness will exist for a long time to come and be repeatedly utilized... They really managed to develop something extraordinary,"

As he spoke, the door to the barbecue shop was pulled open.

Suddenly, people had surrounded the place.

They appeared to be agents from the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation, and from the crowd, he spotted a familiar silhouette, or more accurately, heard many familiar voices.

Unified blue eyes, radiating a glow that made Vadim momentarily unsure whether to flee.

Soon, Vadim realized that these agents from the investigation bureau were not here for him.

It was also the first time he noticed a different emotion in the eyes of "Blue Eyes"; they seemed to be wary of this unremarkable middle-aged man.

"According to our agreement, you shouldn’t be here,"

one of the "Blue Eyes" said, as if a war was about to break out at any moment.

The surrounded middle-aged man, however, appeared utterly unconcerned, "Don’t be nervous, I’m only here to meet an old friend. I have no interest in this city or what you are doing here."

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

Meanwhile, far away at the Eden Hotel, Song Lan sneezed, a sneeze so forceful it sat him bolt upright in bed.

At this time, Lu Xiang had already gone to the anomaly investigation bureau.

After all, in last night’s operation, the entire B Area of the investigation bureau was leveled, and the suspect accused of killing the Five Stars rescuer was rescued by his accomplices. Fortunately, a "cream rain" in the late night diverted the attention of the Review Meeting, focusing all their energies on chasing Gustav.

They were unwilling to let a psychic who could cover the entire city with Spiritual Energy slip away right under their noses.

The United Government was in dire need of manpower, so a Six Stars rescuer should attract more excellent talents.

Song Lan highly praised Gustav’s actions; the cream had blocked the roads, bringing the entire city’s traffic to a standstill, and he, who had seen through everything, had returned to his room before the storm, only to be awakened from his sleep by a sneeze just now.

Truly a reliable man, you could always trust Gustav.

Before leaving, Lu Xiang had thoughtfully drawn the curtains for him, but for some reason, a strange feeling surfaced in his heart.

Food Street.

The three words suddenly popped into his mind.

He was hungry.

Song Lan quickly figured out the reason; he glanced around the empty room.

Old Lu was not there, and his interest in cooking had plummeted by 95%. For him, trying synthetic ingredients occasionally was still a novel experience, as the trendy food in Area Four hadn’t yet become so unpalatable that it was hard to swallow.

He sat on the bed for a moment longer but eventually chose eating over continuing to sleep and automatically ignored the seven missed calls from Guan Lili on his phone screen.

Not working overtime was one of his life’s principles; last night, their program team had collected enough material, and he rightfully ought to rest today.

No matter what others said, that was how Song Lan saw it.

However, today’s Food Street was much busier than he had anticipated. The investigation bureau had set up barriers outside, forcing everyone out.

Song Lan blended into the crowd without drawing attention, making full use of his eavesdropping skills. In such a noisy place, there were always masters of civilian intelligence.

"I heard that a major fugitive wanted by the investigation bureau has sneaked into Food Street!"

In just a few minutes, Song Lan had obtained the information he wanted.

But that short sentence made his mood exceedingly somber.

Last night, Gustav had already taken advantage of the chaos to leave Area Four with Monica and Troy. Thus, the person now deemed a major fugitive and attracting so many agents could only be one person.

Vadim.

My fellow countryman—!

Are you alright, my fellow countryman!

Just as Song Lan was inwardly worrying about Vadim, he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

This petite figure was holding a bottle of strawberry milk, blocked outside by the barrier, her face full of disbelief.

Facing the agents who had set up the barrier, she seemed to be trying to convey something with her gaze.

—When Franken gets here, I’m going to finish all of you!