Enforcer Manual

Chapter 712 - 710: Incoming Call_1

Chapter 712: Chapter 710: Incoming Call_1Ulan was back in the familiar place once again.

It reminded him of over a decade ago when they returned from the "outside world," they were not greeted with a hero’s welcome but this cramped room. Here, they had to undergo more than seven psychological assessments daily, and afterwards, they were sent to stay in a room much like a prison cell. Although it was fully equipped, they could not step out of the room until the Counter-Intelligence Department approved.

The United Government claimed that these psychological assessments were to ensure they hadn’t developed PTSD, so they could better reintegrate into society. However, anyone who had gone through the evaluation knew it was really to keep them silent about what had happened in the "outside world."

"Mr. Ulan."

The people from the Counter-Intelligence Department were always polite. They would never give you a hard time in attitude but would set traps behind your back.

At least, that’s what Ulan thought.

His psychological evaluation back then lasted for over three months.

"We’ve pulled up your records and found that you had engaged in similar behavior over a decade ago."

An agent from the Counter-Intelligence Department said.

Almost everyone from the Rapid Response Terror Squad had been sent to prison for cyber psychosis, and most of them had killed randomly on the streets. But Ulan was different; the first time he was deemed to have a psychological disorder was during an investigation by the Counter-Intelligence Department.

He had secretly planned an "escape" operation, inciting his comrades to riot and break out of here by force to expose the actions of the United Government towards them and the "outside world." Their communication methods were incredibly covert. During the prolonged external warfare, he and some of his comrades developed an extraordinary understanding, being able to convey their thoughts with just some concealed signs.

At that time, Ulan had almost succeeded.

If it weren’t for the fact that a family member of one of his comrades worked in the Counter-Intelligence Department and leaked the plan to prevent a bloody massacre, a case that would have shocked the entire United Government was averted.

"I’m curious, Mr. Ulan, haven’t you ever reflected over the years whether there was something wrong with your ideas, or perhaps you have never truly returned from the battlefield?"

"I have always reflected, and I have always regretted what happened back then."

Ulan’s sincere tone made the agent sitting opposite him pause; the report they had just received wasn’t like this. The report stated that the man in front of them was inciting other members of the Rapid Response Terror Squad, filling their heads with ideas detrimental to the United Government.

With his experience and relationships in the Rapid Response Terror Squad, he might really be able to eventually persuade a group of people to join him in his cause.

But since arriving at the Counter-Intelligence Department, his level of cooperation had been surprisingly high.

"Is this really what you believe?"

"Absolutely, honestly, whenever I think back to my reckless actions at the time, I am sincerely grateful that you discovered and thwarted the rebellion in time."

The agent looked deeply at Ulan, attempting to find flaws in his honest expression.

But he was destined to fail.

Because all of this was Ulan’s true sentiment.

Back then, he clearly lacked an understanding of prosthetic implantation technology. Their batch was thrust onto the "outside world’s" battlefield immediately after receiving their prosthetic transplants, even figuring out many prosthetic functions while in the middle of combat. These implants turned them into highly efficient killing machines but also planted a ticking time bomb within their bodies.

After leaving the Counter-Intelligence Department, he felt relieved on more than one occasion.

It was a doomed rebellion; they might have been able to kill a few agents of the intelligence department by surprise, but they could never have sustained it for long, as the United Government would soon disable their prosthetics, rendering them paralyzed. By then, they would have enough reason to lock them up forever or eliminate them completely.

Ulan had learned his lesson and spent the following decade dedicated to one thing.

Removing the United Government’s "brand" from his body.

Fortunately, in the decade that followed, prosthetic technology advanced by leaps and bounds. The military-grade prosthetics they had received, especially the most important operating systems, had become something even black market clinics could get hold of. Those illegal Prosthetic Doctors eventually found a way to remove the "brand."

However, the agents sitting across from him at the Counter-Intelligence Department didn’t seem to know this.

They perhaps still thought they could disable the prosthetics in his body at any time, leaving him paralyzed.

"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling."

The ringing of the phone echoed in Ulan’s ears once more.

Lately, he had been receiving these mysterious calls. The caller never wanted to reveal their name, but the information about Orman and all the other recent victims had been provided by this person.

This was not a good time.

The Counter-Intelligence Department might trace the call’s origins. Reason told him not to answer the phone, but instinct made it impossible for him to ignore the urgent ringing.

"Please wait, I need to take a call; this is very important to me."

After hesitating for a long time, Ulan finally spoke up.

"What are you talking about?"

The agent looked quite confused, but his calm tone felt chilling. "Mr. Ulan, there is no phone here."

When Ulan was brought in by the Counter-Intelligence Department, he had been thoroughly

So even though it now ostensibly had a cooperative relationship with the High-level Parliament, "Dominate" held no fondness for this city.

The Spiritual Energy storm that had been long in the making had failed to cause any substantial Destruction, and it was still holding a grudge over it, so it planned to return to its old ways.

"I’ll report your actions to Trian."

"Suit yourself," "Dominate" chuckled lightly, the threat having no effect on it, "But I hope you understand one thing, He is your god, not mine. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. The most tense and thrilling part is about to begin here."