Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1022 - 990: The Battle of Encirclement (Part 1)

"Isn’t this the result you wanted, Brother Shao? Without your people, I couldn’t have taken down those big corporations all at once. In the end, it was still Brother Shao’s capability, I just put in some effort. Compared to the top brass of ’Black Crow’, I’m still a fledgling." Hua Qingyi waved his hand. The sound of police sirens was getting closer and closer as he glanced outside. This time, Director Mo Luo could consider this a huge harvest, sweeping up the black market akin to Sicily, along with the bodies here.

"Young Master Hua, you’re too modest. But if you hadn’t taken matters into your own hands this time, these people wouldn’t have died."

"Brother Shao, are you blaming your little brother?" Hua Qingyi played with his hair, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. "I think if I didn’t do it this way, these people wouldn’t reveal their true colors. Brother Shao, do you really want to keep these untrustworthy wolves? It’s better to get rid of those playing both sides sooner rather than later, don’t you think? Lucifer."

Lucifer tossed his Rose Staff onto the small car. "Xiao Lin hasn’t shown up."

"Yes, Young Master Hua, didn’t you assure me that as long as the news here got out, he would be present? Why haven’t we seen him yet, could it be that between you..."

"Brother Shao, if you don’t believe my words, then there’s no deal for us to make. I want Wang Zhantian’s head, and whatever you want is not my concern. I’ll let this old guy go for your sake this time, but if you keep doubting me, then we have nothing to discuss." Hua Qingyi picked up the Rose Staff from the small car and glanced at it, then with a thud, threw it back onto the small car. "Brother Shao, you should remember, what you’re holding is our family’s Life and Death Talisman. Even if I’m unwilling, I wouldn’t dare to disobey you, would I? Neither would I profit. This kind of loss-making deal is not for me. Also, next time don’t present such inferior fakes. I’m sure Nicholas could tell at a glance that this was the biggest mistake today."

Hua Qingyi jumped up onto the windowsill, waved to the people behind him, and jumped out from the third floor.

The police cars had already driven into the entire manor. Fully armed men stormed into the hall holding AKs, an overwhelming scene of carnage was captured on the spot, with evidence in hand, not a single person could escape.

Director Mo Luo, guarding the Yin-Yang Line, was constantly on edge. More than half an hour had passed since the agreed time, and the phone in his chest pocket had remained silent.

"Director!" A subordinate hurriedly ran up to Mo Luo with communication equipment.

"What is it?" Mo Luo shouted, extremely irritated.

"A call came in from that side—all but the five major families in Sicily’s underworld have been captured. Ma Xin and Cai Fanglin from Chinatown were killed on the spot, as well as the arms dealer Mozafi."

"Oh? Really?" Mo Luo suddenly saw a light at the end of the tunnel. "Are you sure about the source of this information?"

"Yes, the team leader has already finished the operation and is on the way back."

"Good!" Mo Luo was halfway relieved. He had made a promise in front of the mayor, if things went south, he’d really have to go back and fend for himself.

"Director, director, your phone is ringing." The subordinate reminded the secretly pleased Mo Luo.

"Keep watching the situation inside, don’t let anyone out." Mo Luo glanced at the unfamiliar number and walked off to the side. "Hello?"

"Director Mo Luo, are you satisfied with the gift I left you?" Hearing the voice, Mo Luo immediately smiled.

"Mr. Shao, you’re too kind. Such a big gift, I really don’t know how to thank you." Capturing half of Sicily’s underworld was a massive achievement, and in front of Mo Luo, glittering numerical values seemed to leap around.

"As long as Director Mo Luo is pleased, we will have plenty of opportunities to cooperate in the future. Tomorrow morning, you might want to check your account. I suppose the funds I provided last time were well spent on those heads, weren’t they?"

"Not at all, not at all, thank you, Mr. Shao, for keeping these in mind." Mo Luo immediately lowered his voice. "Mr. Shao, it seems there’s no movement on the Yin-Yang Line, it’s already 8 PM, and nobody has come out from inside. Should I withdraw the line?"

"Very soon, just wait a little longer and have your people ready."

"Ah, yes, yes!" After hanging up, Mo Luo returned to the edge of the cordon.

The Yin-Yang Line is a dividing wall between Sin City and Heaven, but it’s not completely enclosed within this wall—it has a gap. This gap cannot be blocked because it connects to the entire city of Palermo. If it were sealed, the city would be split into two independent cities, something the mayor doesn’t want to see right now. Given the profits reported from Sin City, he also doesn’t want to take the risk of losing that piece of land."

And ’Wagangnai’ is the midpoint of the yin-yang line between Sin City and Heaven. It’s close to the edge of Palermo, like a giant mountain pressing down on this line. The natural geographical environment makes it firmly stand upstream of these two areas, becoming a midpoint and simultaneously forming another force—the habitat of the three major powers.

Director Mo Luo has intensified firepower at this gap. If someone tries to come out without heeding warnings, they will be directly thrown into the waiting paddy wagon. If it’s a mafia member, there’s no politeness—they’re directly deemed troublemakers and shot down. In any case, no one is allowed into Heaven without orders from above.

The time is passing by slowly second by second. There’s a strange noise at the dull gap that rouses the spirits of the initially relaxed police cars. These are a gang of vicious thugs, unlike the Sicilian Mafia, they follow no code of conduct. Blood excites them like wild beasts. Killing inside is not illegal, but robbing and brutally killing women and children is another matter. The Sin City Lord is the law, is the enforcer. He permits crime but doesn’t allow tyranny.

Mo Luo stands in front of his car, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the gap. Someone walked out from inside. The strange sound seems to be the noise of something heavy being dragged step by step. The car’s high beams suddenly flash on the gap, casting a shadow that enlarges bit by bit.

"Oh, what kind of monster is this?" Mo Luo shouted to the people beside him. Since he became director, he seems to have never entered this Sin City, and now he’s even less inclined to go in. Could it be that everyone inside is like this person?

A filthy cloak hung oversized on an ill-fitting skeleton, the right hand tucked inside as if hiding something, shoulders crooked, dragging a long right leg and painstakingly, slowly moving forward.

"It’s a cripple!" Seeing the person emerge from the dense gap, the highly guarded cops breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go find someone to drive him back." Mo Luo glanced at the cripple with a face full of disgust.

A policeman crawled out of the car, holding a loudspeaker and shouting at the moving person. "Stop, if you keep moving forward, we’ll open fire."

The cripple lowered his head, hair like a bird’s nest hanging long on both sides, completely unresponsive to the noise ahead. One foot stepped out, the right leg followed, then another step, slowly moving towards the interception point.

"Director, look over there, I feel something is wrong with this person. See how his hand is always tucked inside his clothes; could he be a terrorist?" Another policeman reminded Mo Luo again, knowing that the Sin City harbors extremely brutal people, he dared not be careless.

"Send two people to throw him into the paddy wagon behind. If he dares resist, shoot him directly." Mo Luo didn’t care who this person was, anyone defying orders gets killed.

Two policemen leapt into the cordon, cautiously approaching the cripple. At about a meter away, one policeman abruptly jumped, pinning the cripple under him, subduing him effortlessly.

The policeman on top paused, seemingly easier and simpler than expected. He showed a puzzled expression to his partner, as if asking if there was a mistake, but was soon overwhelmed by the stench emanating from the cripple.

"Get up! Get up quickly, you drunk!" He yanked the cripple lying on the ground, and from under him spread a puddle reeking of alcohol, mixed with scattered glass shards.

"You broke my wine!" The cripple seemed to frown, shaking off the glass shards on him, mumbling incomprehensibly.

"What? Say it again, damn it! I broke your wine, got a problem with that?" The cop holding the cripple raised his voice a notch, having not quite heard what the guy said, so he bent down to listen.

"I want you to pay for my wine!" Suddenly, the cripple grabbed the policeman’s reaching head, pulling it towards his abdomen.

"Ahhh!" The policeman watching amused at the side hadn’t figured out what was happening when his partner let out a slaughterhouse-like yowl. He saw him bending over, his whole head wrapped in the wide clothes, one hand seemingly tugging the cripple’s hand, the other swinging erratically.

"Pay for my wine! If not, I’ll beat you to death!" This time, the cop did hear what the cripple was saying. He swung the baton on his waist towards the cripple’s back, ignoring the fact that his companion was still in the cripple’s hands.

"Ugh!" The cripple struck by the baton let out a painful groan, swaying forward, pinning the policeman beneath to the ground.

A click sounded like bones breaking.

The standing policeman gaped, hearing only this faint click. He menacingly pointed his baton at the cripple and shouted, "Get up, bastard! You dared hit me, you’ve had enough?" (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)