Enforcer Manual
Chapter 993 - 897: All Evil Will Be Brought to Justice_2

Chapter 993: Chapter 897: All Evil Will Be Brought to Justice_2

"Boom——!"

The violent shake interrupted the conversation among the people.

A scorching heatwave and a trail of black smoke streaked across the sky.

A tracking missile.

This was the Brotherhood’s response to their disruptive actions, and amidst the girl’s screams, the shaking hovercar crash-landed on a nearby rooftop.

The Brotherhood’s assassins had seemingly calculated the landing site and had heavily guarded the rooftop.

Precise drones hovered outside the vehicle, and within less than half a minute, several armored floating cars bearing the Brotherhood’s insignia heavily surrounded the crash site.

Just as people from the Oasis would say, the scope of the Brotherhood had long surpassed that of a mere criminal gang; they were Warlords who could challenge the local regular army.

And now, all of the Brotherhood’s actions conveyed one message — you won’t leave here alive unless you kill us all today!

"Old Void, do you remember what I told you before I left?"

"Hmm."

"Nothingness" nodded seriously, "When stewing beef, wait for the water to boil then add four rock sugars, then switch to medium-low heat."

"...Not that."

"Was it using green onions, ginger, garlic, star anise, and cinnamon to remove the smell and enhance the flavor?"

"There are too many witnesses now."

"Witnesses?"

"Nothingness" pushed open the smoke-belching car door and looked up at the pursuers hovering above, "I didn’t see any witnesses."

At that same moment, the Brotherhood’s men seemed to identify his identity too, and several Gatling guns fired at once, as if only by turning this disruptive figure into fragments could they alleviate their deep-seated hatred.

Everything happened as they had envisioned.

They saw blood spraying, the trading company’s hovercar riddled with bullets, and everyone who dared challenge the Brotherhood was punished.

Subsequently, they saw even more things.

They saw an empire they had built together slowly rising, their influence no longer confined to the Oasis; the Brotherhood’s reputation spread to every corner of the world, even the indomitable United Government had to bow in their presence.

All their desires were one by one realized.

Then, all the glory abruptly came to a halt; everything in the world paused at the moment they reached the peak of their lives.

"...What happened to them?"

After a long pause, the girl moved her hands away from her head, and asked timidly.

The moment the hovercar crash-landed, she thought she was doomed. Today’s experiences had been a rollercoaster, even more dramatic than the movies from Kolo Film Industry.

But gradually, she realized that Kolo Film Industry’s pursuers were not pressing the trigger or firing rockets.

The silence here was terrifying.

"They reached the peak of their lives."

"Nothingness" glanced at the girl sideways, "Then, I collected some fees from them."

"What, what fees?"

The moment she asked, the girl regretted it.

Logic told her that knowing the answer to this question would do no good, and the actions of these two were far from what she knew of a rescue team.

The cold-blooded, harsh methods resembled those of two seasoned professional assassins.

"I sent their consciousness to a better place."

Saying this, he lightly tapped his index finger, and the stalled hovercar floated towards them, "I also asked for an armored floating car as compensation."

More importantly, this time he perfectly fulfilled the duties of an assistant.

Spare no lives.

The car door slowly opened.

The girl then got a clearer view.

The Brotherhood members on the car bore no wounds, and they didn’t fall, just standing still, maintaining their prior actions.

They wore smiles on their faces as if they had truly reached the pinnacle of their lives.

Until, the middle-aged man, who claimed to be a member of the rescue team, impatiently pulled the people out of the car, through some force she didn’t understand; they fell to the ground, shattered like building blocks, ultimately turning into unrecognizable debris.

The wind blew across the rooftop and carried the debris into the distance.

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

For the young man, the situation was undoubtedly the worst now.

His plan to replace the young man and infiltrate the Brotherhood’s headquarters for covert investigation was completely disrupted by the arrival of these two uninvited guests; after witnessing the middle-aged man’s methods, he realized that if it really came to a fight, he might not be able to handle both of them.

Unknown identity, unknown abilities.

His only advantage at the moment was that the two still hadn’t seen through his disguise, considering him an ordinary young man kidnapped by the Brotherhood.

The young man felt he had gleaned some clues from the way the two addressed each other.

The middle-aged man referred to himself as "Old Void," which made him think of the Void immediately; clearly, these two had a deep connection with the Void in District 17, or they might even be monsters in human skin who had come from the Void to reality.

The silver lining was that they seemed genuinely to be members of the District 17 rescue team.

As soon as he returned to the apartment, the young man known as Song Lan immediately contacted their department head and reported the chaotic situation at Lira to the office; the head promised to send a special operation team to assist them with the subsequent hostage transfer.

Besides, there was a professional film crew in the apartment, who claimed they too had been kidnapped by the Brotherhood and now decided to follow the two men to expose the Brotherhood’s actions to the public.

If one could ignore the fact that they murdered without blinking, they indeed seemed like good people.

This caused the young man to hesitate.

Should he tell the truth about his identity and leave this place, or continue pretending to be the kidnapped young man and go back with them to District 17?

He harbored concerns in his heart.

After all, District 17 was under the control of the United Government, with the Review Meeting putting a bounty of 89 million watts on his head.

According to the Esinvig Army’s second in command, "Rat," Lu Xiang was the most brutal, most cunning enemy he had ever seen; if his true identity were exposed in District 17, he might face a situation of narrow escapes from death.

"Don’t be gloomy, I’ve already proposed to the head to establish an anti-scam promotion department, once back in District 17, you can directly report to the Law Enforcers department,"

Song Lan said friendly after finishing the call.

The young man had potential; he thought highly of this young person and believed he could make a significant impact in the anti-scam promotion department.

He could speak from experience, sharing through actual cases how he had been gradually deceived into coming to the Oasis.

Yet, for some reason, the young man’s expression became increasingly grave.

"I know these days have been tough for you, but life must go on,"

Song Lan valued mental health highly; it was his primary job in the Law Enforcers department.

He had long heard that those who were fortunate enough to escape from the Oasis often ended up suffering from mental illness to varying degrees— the methods of those people were indeed too cruel, even for someone with his robust mental constitution like him as a Law Enforcer.

Song Lan could never understand why killing someone had to be done with so many twists.

"I heard you enjoy playing cards; I happen to have a deck right here,"

This time, the young man finally reacted.

Upon hearing the words "playing cards," his eyes lit up.

Seeing this, Song Lan called over the boastful "Nothingness" from the Dead Man’s Lottery program team, "Old Void, didn’t you ask me what the new competition I was organizing was about?"

"A new competition? Wasn’t that just an excuse you used to get rid of me?"

"No, I’ve already thought of a complete set of rules,"

"Really?"

"Nothingness" immediately showed interest.

The glory days of being the champion of the cricket fighting contest had passed; if he wanted to experience winning again, he needed to change the playing field, but without Song Lan by his side previously, he couldn’t independently set up the competition and rules.

"Don’t underestimate this game; it is a contest of intelligence and strategy,"

Song Lan put the deck of cards on the table and solemnly announced, "The first Landlords’ Evil Forces Contest begins now!"

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