Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1011 779: Shield of Icebreaking (Part 1)

Overnight in Sicily, two died and one was injured among the five major Mafia families, and at the same time, there was a huge explosion at the police station. The key figure in the 'Vagonai' case, which is the largest military supplier in Sicily, died there, fatally stabbed through the chest with a sharp weapon.

Almost every newspaper and TV station was reporting on the news, and as people in Sicily opened their eyes in the morning, the first thing they discussed was how the current Godfather would handle this matter. This undoubtedly posed a tremendous challenge for Nicholas and was a provocation to this current Godfather. Meanwhile, other families were observing how this young Godfather would face such a vicious provocation.

In contrast, the Lucchesi Clan was the only one not attacked—they were lucky. No one died or was injured, and they weren't disturbed in any way.

Augusto sat contemplatively in his courtyard, with Dick and Modo standing behind him, while Paul and Fis were at the forefront near several other families.

In the courtyard, the only area where the sun couldn't penetrate was Augusto's formidable figure. He fidgeted his eyebrows and let the cigar in his hand emit blue smoke, paying no attention to the two people behind him. News and newspapers bombarded the entire Sicily, just like the bombs on Pearl Harbor, sparing no corner. Suspicion followed one after another, and the first to bear the brunt would surely be the Lucchesi.

"Any news from the Godfather?" Augusto switched his gaze from the sunshine to the lawn.

"An hour ago, the Godfather went to Saint Mary Hospital to visit Casab and his daughter Francis, and then he returned to the Kromop Apartments without taking any further steps."

"Anyone else?"

"Currently, Gambino and Bernano are in chaos, leaderless, with family members beginning to vie for the Clan Leader position. It's believed that after Carlo and Thomas's funerals, there will be large-scale upheaval, and even other families might join in the scramble for the major family's status." Modo highlighted the key points, seemingly unfazed by the massacre unfolding.

"Dick, give your opinion!" Augusto took a drag of the cigar.

"There's news: the night Casab was injured, everyone present saw the assassin. They were under 'Black Crow' from China. This assassination doesn't have a simple motive. Furthermore, in the police station, Dong San Province was killed in his cell. I think it's associated with this assassination; the Boss's opponent seems to be targeting our mafia."

"Dong San Province died so easily?" Augusto had no interest in Casab's affairs; where the assassins came from didn't concern him. However, the death of the arms supplier in the police station is a crucial point. "Prepare the car, we're going to the police station. Modo, go find Montiel, and wait for us with Fis at 'Bessade'. Mobilize everyone to be ready at any time."

Dick hesitated for a moment. Seeing Modo shake his head at him, he swallowed what he wanted to say and followed Augusto to the police station.

In the tallest police station building in Palermo, Director Mo Luo roared at Edmund. He maintained this state for a long time, with Edmund remaining silent and looking thoroughly wronged under his lowered head.

Director Mo Luo leaned on the desk with both hands, the phone ringing constantly, and his secretary kept explaining to the other party either the facts about the police station bombing case or how to respond to the potential gang war! Oh! My God! Mo Luo shouted loudly in his heart. What's happened to Sicily, to Palermo? The violent incidents in these two weeks are the sum of the whole year.

"Edmund!"

"Oh, yes, Director!" Edmund answered softly, glancing sideways at Mo Luo.

"The 'Vagonai' case, I asked you to bring him back, where is he?" Mo Luo held his forehead again, nearly driven to the hospital by this sheriff.

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

"Chopin? Oh, that mysterious singer, and?" Mo Luo echoed, then suddenly raised his voice, thinking the sheriff had a knack for steering topics off course.

"Director, you forgot that Chopin enjoys privileges here. If you want me to recklessly bring someone back from his home, I think the mayor will personally invite you for tea!" Edmund quickly responded to Mo Luo's query this time.

"Carlo Gambino died at home, leaving clues about the assassin. We're supposed to bring him back to assist with the case!"

Edmund pointed at himself, and Mo Luo nodded. "Director, I think I might not be able to help you much; my doctor advised me to take a long leave to recuperate. My old injuries have recently gotten quite severe."

"Edmund!" Mo Luo's shout resonated out of the office, making everyone outside lower their heads.

"Director, I'm sorry, but I must heed my doctor's warning. You can find someone to replace me, or let your department continue; I must be responsible for my health."

"Get out!" In a country of equal human rights, no department can arbitrarily deny any employee's justified request. Edmund pulled out his shield, smiling as he placed the doctor's report on Mo Luo's desk.

"This is a three-month sick leave notice."

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

"Yes, Director, but I believe my abilities will only make your future more difficult. For your sake, and mine, I hope you agree."

Mo Luo looked at Edmund, his comical expression masked his eyes like a mask. Mo Luo waved him off, accepting Edmund's leave application.

"Edmund, I don't want to see you now, get out!" Mo Luo, holding his head in his hands, lowly growled upon hearing the door close.

"Director Mo Luo!" Augusto, holding his gloves, with Dick following, entered straight in without knocking.

One of the five major families! Mo Luo widened his eyes at Augusto, surprised by this big man's direct entry, forgetting this was a police station?

"Augusto Lucchesi?"

Augusto snorted coldly, pulled out the chair before him, and sat down. "Director Mo Luo, I'm here to inquire about a matter!"

"Please, go ahead!"

"Last night, a bombing occurred at the police station. Do you know who did it?"

"This isn't any of your concern, is it?"

"Originally, it had nothing to do with us Mafias, but it does relate to us because the victim had connections with us."

"So you're saying Dong San Province had a connection with your Luces Family? You should know he's now a suspect in our arms smuggling investigation and died last night in the police station. Did your gang want to silence him?" Mo Luo seized Augusto's slip of the tongue, staring coldly at Augusto.

"Director Mo Luo, accusations require evidence; I've already got what I came for, thanks for your cooperation." Augusto stood up. "You'll pay for your words today." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to vote for recommendation votes and monthly votes on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my biggest motivation.)