Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1010 779: Shield of Breaking the Ice (Part 1)

Overnight in Sicily, two of the five major Mafia families were killed and one injured. At the same time, a massive explosion occurred at the police station. A key figure connected to the "Wagangai" murder case—Sicily's largest arms dealer, Dong San Province—was killed with a sharp weapon piercing his chest.

Almost every newspaper and TV station was reporting on the incident. The first thing people living in Sicily did upon opening their eyes was to discuss how the current Godfather would handle this situation. This was undoubtedly a significant challenge for Nicholas, a provocation to the current Godfather. Other families were also watching to see how this young Godfather would face such a vicious provocation.

In contrast, the Lucchesi Clan was the only one that did not suffer any attacks, avoiding any casualties or disturbances, making them the lucky ones.

Augusto sat in his courtyard like a thinker, accompanied by Dick and Modo. Paul and Fis were still stationed near the other families.

In the courtyard, the only area where sunlight couldn't reach was Augusto's massive figure. He frowned, allowing his cigar to emit blue smoke, ignoring his two subordinates. News, newspapers, and the internet were like bombs relentlessly bombarding every corner of Sicily, sparing no one. Suspicion followed in quick succession, with the Lucchesi Clan undoubtedly the first to bear the brunt.

"Is there any movement from the Godfather's side?" Lucchesi shifted his gaze from the sunlight to the lawn.

"An hour ago, the Godfather visited Casab and his daughter Francis at Saint Mary Hospital, then returned to Kromop Apartments and hasn't stepped out since."

"What about the others?"

"Currently, Gambino and Bernano are in chaos, with family members competing for the position of Clan Leader. It's believed that after Carlo and Thomas's funeral, a large-scale riot will occur, and even other families might join the fight for the prominence of major families," Modo reported key points, suggesting that their boss seemed to have gained no insight from this massacre.

"Dick, what's your view?" Augusto took a drag on his cigarette.

"There's a message: The night Casab was injured, everyone present saw the assassins. They were under the banner of the Chinese 'Black Crow.' The purpose behind this assassination is not simple. Additionally, Dong San Province was killed in his cell at the police station. I think this is related to the assassination, and it seems our gang's opponent has already targeted us."

"Dong San Province was killed so easily?" Augusto showed no interest in Casab or the origins of the assassins, but the arms dealer killed at the police station was a critical point. "Get the car ready; we're heading to the police station. Modo, you find Montiel and meet us at 'Bessade' with Fis. Mobilize everyone to be ready at any time."

Dick hesitated, seeing Modo shake his head at him. He swallowed his words and followed Augusto to the police station.

Inside the Palermo highest precinct, Director Mo Luo shouted at Edmund. He had been maintaining this state for a long time, while Edmund, who always kept his head down, remained silent, his expression full of grievance.

Mo Luo leaned on his desk, the phone incessantly ringing. His secretary constantly spoke to the other party, discussing either the case of the police station explosion or how to deal with potential gang warfare. Oh! My God! Mo Luo screamed in his heart. What has happened to Sicily and Palermo? The violent events of the past two weeks equaled the entire year's total.

"Edmund!"

"O-Yes, Director!" Edmund responded softly, glancing at Mo Luo from the corner of his eye.

"The 'Wagangai' case, I tasked you with bringing the person back. Where is he?" Mo Luo held his forehead again, nearly driven to hospital by this police chief.

"I couldn't bring him back." Edmund scratched his head. "The suspect caught in 'Wagangai' has already confessed. I have no reason to look for this Xiao Lin, besides, he's the guest of international superstar Chopin."

"Chopin? Oh, that mysterious singer, so what?" Mo Luo nodded, then suddenly raised his voice, capable of diverting the topic to unrelated matters.

"Director, you forget, Chopin enjoys special privileges here. If you want me to recklessly retrieve the person from his home, I imagine the mayor would invite you for tea personally!" Edmund quickly responded to Mo Luo this time.

"Carlo Gambino was killed at home, leaving clues about the murderer. We were to invite him back to assist in the investigation!"

Edmund pointed at himself, and Mo Luo nodded. "Director, I don't think I can be of much help; my doctor told me I must take a long leave to recuperate my recurrent old injuries recently."

"Edmund!" Mo Luo's roar echoed from the office, causing everyone outside to bow their heads.

"Director, I'm sorry, but I must heed my doctor's warning. You can find a replacement for me, or please have your department continue. I must take responsibility for my health."

"Get out!" In a country valuing human rights and equality, no department can randomly deny fact-based requests from employees. Edmund brought out his shield, smiling as he placed the medical report in front of Mo Luo.

"This is my three-month medical leave notice."

"Edmund, you know your current actions will affect your future."

"Yes, Director, but I believe my abilities will make your future career path harder. For you and for me, I hope you agree."

Mo Luo looked at Edmund, his comical expression like a mask covering his eyes. Mo Luo waved, accepting Edmund's leave notice.

"Edmund, I don't want to see you now, hurry up and get out!" Mo Luo, holding his head, growled as he heard the door close.

"Director Mo Luo!" Augusto entered, clutching his gloves, followed by Dick, without even knocking.

One of the five families! Mo Luo stared in surprise at Augusto, astonished at the directness of this big figure. Did he forget this was a police station?

"Augusto Lucchesi?"

Augusto snorted, pulling up a chair and sitting down. "Director Mo Luo, I came for some inquiries!"

"Please speak!"

"The explosion at the police station last night, do you know who did it?"

"What does that have to do with you?"

"Initially, it had nothing to do with our Mafia, but the deceased was very much related to us."

"So, Dong San Province had ties to your Lucchesi Clan? You should know he was our suspect in the arms smuggling investigation, killed in the police station last night. Could it be that your gang wanted to silence him?" Mo Luo seized Augusto's words, coldly staring back at him.

"Director Mo Luo, you need to speak with evidence. I've gotten the answer I came for; thank you for your cooperation." Augusto stood up. "You will pay a price for your words today." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote and give monthly tickets on Qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation.)