Enforcer Manual
Chapter 975 - 889: The Rest of My Life_2

Chapter 975: Chapter 889: The Rest of My Life_2

The criminal killer had not been found yet.

This was mainly because the judicial system in Oasis was already full of secret informants from the black market, who were willing to maintain a peaceful coexistence. However, once the interests of the Brotherhood were violated, no matter the identity of the other party, there was only one common outcome for them.

The operation to surround and annihilate the Brotherhood had failed completely. The aspiring individuals were cleaned up by the Brotherhood before they could seek help from the external departments of the United Government.

The failure of the operation made the people of Oasis realize something—if they wanted to move against the criminal Empire of the Brotherhood, they probably could only seek the help of the United Government.

For the locals of Oasis, the danger posed by the Brotherhood did not directly impact them. In fact, to gain fame, the Brotherhood even built public facilities in some poor and backward areas. Their criminal activities usually targeted newcomers, especially those from the United Government.

They were able to earn a significant amount of wealth from the United Government every year.

As for a ruthless criminal like Scarface, he was just one of the many subordinates of the Brotherhood, specifically helping them deal with the opposition in Lute City.

The trafficker knew the Brotherhood’s methods. As Scarface had said, once they arrive, no one in the motel would be spared, and now, he had to make a bold decision. He couldn’t care less about other things and said, "They are looking for the young man who was sitting with you. He is specifically wanted by the Brotherhood, there must be a conspiracy!"

With his years of experience as a trafficker, the Brotherhood did not care where their "goods" came from or how they were acquired. They only focused on manipulating the market for their "goods."

The Brotherhood never pointed out an individual person, but from various indications, this young man had been lured here from District 17.

To save his own life, the trafficker revealed everything he could think of.

However, the response he received was Song Lan’s gesture of refusal, "Sorry, not interested."

He rejected the trafficker like a telemarketer.

He had never been interested in convoluted and tangential missions. In the car earlier, the young man had already made his choice, so he also chose to respect the fate of others.

"You know them, you came here in the same car."

Suddenly, Scarface realized something and mocked the trafficker’s desperate struggle. He believed his subordinates must have already reported the situation here to the Brotherhood. No one could slip away under their watch.

"Since you’re so curious, I’ll tell you. That kid used to volunteer in the Law Enforcers department in District 17, heard he was even appreciated by the captain of the special operations team. Those people know he’s missing, and they ’coincidentally’ heard his distress call; they’ll surely come here looking for him, won’t they?"

After all, District 17 was under the jurisdiction of the United Government, and since the Brotherhood had previously suffered losses there, they had changed their strategy.

Oasis was their territory.

"That woman called Lu Xiang will definitely come too..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Scarface spit out a nearly ink-black blood, clutching his abdomen in pain. He had not been touched at all just now, yet this sudden agony far surpassed being shot in the knee.

For people like him, getting shot was not considered a big injury. A few days in the prosthetic hospital, or at worst replacing some parts, would restore them to normal. But now, Scarface genuinely felt the presence of death, an unprecedented sensation that made him acutely aware he was stepping towards his demise.

He quickly noticed the changes occurring in his body.

The skin on the back of his hand became dry and wax-yellow, and wrinkles appeared at a visible rate.

Noticing the changes in his body, "Nothingness" shuddered and pushed Scarface to the ground, as if fearing he might also get infected by a virus from him.

This was an opportunity that came once in a millennium.

Although he did not know the reason, Scarface found himself out of control.

But all his thoughts ended there. He wanted to roll towards the door, but his arms and legs did not respond at all.

"These are the signs of liver failure."

Weakened and in pain, Scarface lay on the ground, hearing a voice from above.

"Then it’s the kidneys. When your kidneys fail, the inability to expel water from your body will cause it to swell gradually..."

Scarface stared desperately at his right hand, which was swelling as described by the other party. In that moment, he finally realized the source of this strange agony.

It differed from any gang firefight he had been through. The private detective in front of him hadn’t touched him from start to finish, but now, like a patient with a severe long-term illness, he could only watch helplessly as his life came to an end.

An unparalleled fright and despair surged up, but this process seemed to have been accelerated countless times.

Age spots appeared on the back of his hand, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

He needed a respirator.

He felt as if he had become one of those hospital patients who were too old to breathe on their own.

Every part of his body was suffering in agony, starting with the liver, followed by the kidneys, and now, a sense of panic filled his heart.

The next moment, Scarface saw an even more horrifying scene.

His skin began to rot.

It was a scene he was all too familiar with; everything he saw reminded him of those opponents whose bodies they had dumped in the streets. The only difference was that he still retained a lucid consciousness and could witness his own body decaying.

"Stop, stop, the archaeologist you’re looking for, she’s now..."

"She was sent by you to a place called ’Garbage Disposal Plant,’ and people from the Brotherhood took her in."

The voice coming from above seemed to see through his heart.

And this still couldn’t stop the decaying process.

Time still seemed to be intensifying, and Scarface wanted to say something, but with a blurred vision, he saw his own teeth falling out, scattering to the ground and rolling under the couch.

The members of the Skull Gang who broke through the door also witnessed this moment.

They didn’t shoot, just stood still in shock, and someone’s weapon dropped to the ground.

They had implemented countless appalling tortures and even researching ways to torture people was a hobby for many of them, but they had never witnessed such a bizarre and terrifying scene.

They witnessed the entire process of Scarface turning into a skeleton, and when the skin rotting finally stopped, the skeleton was still desperately trying to speak, but unable to make even the slightest sound.

But this still wasn’t the end for Scarface.

They noticed that the bones lying on the ground soon showed signs of weathering.

Human skeletons can preserve for a long time under natural conditions—this was their takeaway from countless killings. Some would keep parts of the dead as trophies at home.

Yet, they witnessed the entire process of Scarface decaying and even his bones weathering away.

The room went deadly silent.

Scarface didn’t leave anything behind; his clothes, the dagger and pistol he carried with him all vanished with the bones in the rushing tide of time.

"Mr. Scarface has passed away peacefully," someone said.

Soon after, the members of the Skull Gang heard a voice.

This jolted them back to reality, and the first one who turned and ran set an example for the others, in the blink of an eye, the Skull Gang members who had been filling the corridor vanished without a trace.

The trafficker also wanted to join them, but the scene he had just witnessed left him weak in the knees.

He locked eyes with Song Lan.

"He died of old age."

The other spoke in a language he couldn’t quite understand, "There’s no need to grieve for him; he has lived out the rest of his life."

Song Lan glanced at the empty carpet, not moving forward anymore.

There was no need for further conversation.

He was heading to the "Garbage Disposal Plant."