Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1017 985: Night's Banquet (Part 1)

Morrow guarded Joseph Avenue and other main roads for a full three days, without a hint of activity. The big bosses of the major families didn't even step outside their doors, while he had mobilized all the Sicilian police just to sit in their cars guarding an empty city for three days.

On the fourth day, at ten in the morning, Morrow issued the order to withdraw, with everyone returning to their departments. He hurriedly got into the car and dialed a number. "Wasn't there supposed to be a situation? I've been guarding for three days, and there hasn't been any movement."

"Tonight, you need to have people block the entire South Street, and set up a security line between the West District and East District, which is the area between the Kromop and Lucchesi families, preventing anyone from entering or leaving. Also, set up checkpoints along the Yin-Yang line; no one from Sin City should cross this line. Do as I say, and you will get what you want."

"But these are two completely different routes." Morrow listened to the other party's arrangement, recalling in his mind the entire geography of Palermo, knowing that the police department couldn't muster enough manpower.

"That's your problem. Right now, you have nine hours to persuade your superior."

"But if there's no harvest this time either, I will be dismissed. You know, for these three days, I've stood under everyone's criticism, and the pressure is very immense. You should understand my predicament," Morrow grumbled with dissatisfaction. After three days with no gains, he had passionately declared before the mayor that this time they could take down the entire Mafia in one swift move. In reality, the other party did nothing, and the mayor's departing face was stinkier than the water in the gutter. Hence, he didn't want to take another risk, especially this time requiring mobilization from other departments to cooperate.

Laughter came from the other end of the phone. "Tonight at seven."

Morrow sighed and drove towards the city hall. He still had eight hours to convince his mayor, although the hope was rather dim.

The moonlit night ascended high! The stars were already blinking their eyes, under the bright moonlight, the seawater beat against the shore.

This is a manor covering nearly four hundred acres, surrounded by various fruits and a small vineyard, though olive trees are predominant. Today, within this manor, there was a grand party, and those invited were the most renowned Mafia bosses in the area, including the current Godfather and other organized crime groups from various regions. It was undoubtedly an unprecedented grand Mafia feast, and the person who gathered all these people was a subject of endless speculation.

Where there is Mafia, there is conflict. No one can stand anyone else, everyone wants to eliminate each other. Beneath the seemingly relaxed and harmonious scene, the next moment could be someone getting their brains blown out, turning a peaceful scene into a bloody massacre.

Outside the brightly-lit villa, various family power members hid in unseen corners.

High walls two meters tall surround the manor, with numerous lookout points established, internal surveillance is unusually tight, cameras are placed in every corner, and occasionally, one can hear the barking of dogs that are keenly aware and aggressive. Not to mention the hidden sentinels lying in the shadows; the owner here is indeed heavily fortified.

The ground floor of the manor is the main banquet hall, where guests are entertained; beauties abound, diverse delicacies, and the band musicians are quite professional. In the center of the third floor of the manor stands a meeting room with a large conference table measuring five meters long and three meters wide, forming a horseshoe shape. In the middle stands a column, covered in long black velvet fabric that drapes down to merge with the black carpet on the ground. A square column with an empty interface that appears intentionally hollowed.

In this meeting room sat the largest Sicilian Mafia families, alongside some unfamiliar faces. There are still many figures from organized crime downstairs unable to enter this room. Here was where the higher-ups gathered, but only seven or eight of the dozen positions were occupied now. Comically, each position at the horseshoe-shaped table had a nameplate for its owner, as if afraid they wouldn't find their seat.

Those seated showed stern expressions, some even displaying murderous looks, hard to conceal the faint aura of bloodlust. It's no wonder they lasted three days without ailments, remarkably resilient indeed.

"Do you know who invited us today?" asked a man about fifty, medium build, ordinary appearance yet dignified. He was Ma Xin, the boss of Chinatown, always keeping to separate paths from the Sicilian Mafia, each doing their own business within their territory without crossing borders, thus maintaining peace.

"Not clear, we all received cards inviting us here, seemingly heard that the Rose Staff appeared." The speaker bore a strong local Beijing accent, named Cai Fanglin, a businessman from the north specializing in human trafficking. His eyes glanced at the two people sitting opposite them, presumably Augusto and Casab, two solidly built individuals contrasting with his relatively frail build.

"Everyone, we've had tea, let's get straight to the point," Cai Fanglin, a blunt man, scanned his eyes over the other attendees, lacking patience to wait further. He never liked these Mafia types, sharing a roof now made him extremely restless.

Ma Xin pulled him. Nicholas hadn't arrived yet, so this banquet couldn't commence on time. Furthermore, only four of the five families were present, as two bosses had been killed three days ago. The appointment of the new Clan Leader was still a mystery, a critical matter since Eastern Three Provinces were rumored to have died in police custody. Today's meeting is undoubtedly tied to these events. As the Chinese Mafia, he didn't want to meddle in the Mafia's affairs, but the Rose Staff compelled him to come.

"I heard a mysterious figure will appear this time, don't be impatient, let's wait patiently!" spoke Mozafi, from the Middle East, arguably the second biggest arms supplier after Eastern Three Provinces. His shrewd face always held a joyful look upon the Eastern Three Provinces' death, making him the biggest beneficiary. Under long-term oppression, his next plan was undoubtedly to acquire the spheres of influence left by Eastern Three Provinces, swallowing up territories to become the largest arms dealer in Sicily. The sheer joy on his astute face exposed his cunning calculations.

"This time, people from Sin City will join the meeting as well, and members of 'Wagonnai' are also invited in here. This mysterious figure indeed gathered all of us from Sicily together, including those clownish riffraff." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote recommendation tickets, monthly tickets at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)