Special Forces Medic

Chapter 983 952: Confession Book

This is what was left by the card left on the table, seeming like the handiwork of a girl but each stroke ends with the firm touch of a man.

Xiao Lin wasn't threatened by the literal meaning. That person could have given him a deadly strike when he appeared, but he merely left this light card behind, followed by the explosion case, and Jack died in it.

This is a conspiracy, not originating from local gangs, a style completely different, yet the conspiracy behind can't exclude the backing of a gang. Is it the Godfather or a certain family? Amidst the chaos, there is truth and falsehood; in fact, he's in the open, while they're in the shadows, and Wang Zhantian makes a major appearance in it. Who is luring whom into the trap?

Xiao Lin toyed with the card, every sentence intriguing, hinting that he himself is the nightmare of that person. Is it referring to him or the entire Xiao Family? The only certainty is that this person is not from the Wang Family, hence someone behind the Wang Family, nor is he Mu Rongyun.

"This passage comes from a poem in the Confession Records, have you read it?" Charles chose a hiding place similar to what Xiao Lin had in mind; nowhere is more suitable for hiding, mafia people won't easily come here, and the result of a shoot-out is to trigger the police to encircle and suppress. Only when truly seeing 'Vagane' was its wealth realized; it's not that impoverished and down-and-out. There are the street scenes, business districts, administrative districts, entertainment districts, all present, though different—basic, gray, dirty! As per Charles's explanation, once there's a new district, no one cares about the old district as it would require quite a bit of money for repairs. Hence families split the new district and feel this place is distant and lacks development prospects, thus choose neglect. It's not a tourist spot, or suitable for investment development, so it's left alone. It's just such an initial mistake leading to its evolution as a gathering place for opposition groups, and from the government's point of view, having such an organization to occasionally challenge the mafia is not bad, as long as it doesn't escalate to street shoot-outs, they turn a blind eye, as after all, it's far off and they don't bother managing it.

"Confession Records?" Xiao Lin had read this book very young, but doesn't recall this passage.

"Not a world-famous book!" Charles knew he was misunderstood. "Confession Records is a self-biography circulated among major families. Seems each Godfather writes down their life on it, like scribbles, the only ones able to see this notebook are current Godfathers themselves. As a form of inheritance, before passing onto the next Godfather, this goes to the successor, as important as the family crest ring." Charles explained, puzzled as he looked at the handwriting on it. "Where did you get this?"

"Given by someone, on the open-air platform of 'Lei Mengda'." Xiao Lin used a lighter to burn the card into ashes. Confession Records, an item symbolizing identity akin to the family crest ring, is this person a Godfather? Xiao Lin chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Charles, do you know a blond man, the one with blue pupils? His eyes always carry a mocking smile!"

"What?" Charles shouted excitedly, his child-like face flushing with excitement. "You saw him?"

"While you went to find me, 'Lei Mengda' experienced an explosion case, and I became a suspect caught by this blond man. He looks young, but he wasn't in the information you gave me. Jack died in the explosion. I could have caught Wang Zhantian, but I didn't, that person surprisingly released me. Isn't he someone in the mafia? Your Italian Mafia usually never let any suspect go, and I'm a caught-in-the-act criminal."

"You mean he let you go?"

"Not quite saying that, but at the very least he didn't capture me!" Xiao Lin suddenly realized something, turning to Charles. "There's a missing important individual in the information you gave me, why?"

"We have our rules. Actually, even without my providing you treatment, you would learn from other report information, so why should I bother unnecessarily providing you it?"

"Do you know about the arms deal in Eastern Three Provinces?" Xiao Lin nodded understandingly, since Charles wouldn't say, he didn't need to ask. Sometimes unanswered questions are more truthful than answered ones, just hadn't expected to meet so easily, and in that kind of venue, flaunting his unique provocation.

"Jack is dead, but it won't sever, as others will fill this line."

"They transact on Tuesday, I need to be there, Wang Zhantian likely will be too, Jack's death linked to his appearance at 'Lei Mengda'."

"You're asking me to betray the family!"

Xiao Lin laughed at Charles's words, his expression seemed very cute. "You don't need to do much, just get me some weapons and explosives."

"You plan to blow up that batch of arms, the consequences could be severe; I think the Godfather would kill you."

"He wants to kill me anyway, blowing them up is just incidental, as a Chinese, I won't do anything without a profit comeback, you agree, right?" Xiao Lin winked at Charles, comfortably lay on the spring bed and closed his eyes.

The explosion case news would soon spread widely, whether Hua Qingyi was present there that night, no one knows.

At three in the morning, a sports car with silver metallic rims slowly drove out of 'Bessade'. It roared towards the West District, and the person inside wore an expression as angry as the roar from the engine.

At the same time, several different luxury cars left various venues, with their occupants displaying a myriad of expressions, but sharing the same destination.

West District!

A place symbolizing the supreme power of a new generation, a place representing all dark forces, yet it boasted pale yellow walls, diverse flower beds, lush greenery, and some cute ornaments. It seemed very much like an ordinary family home rather than the residence of the Mafia boss.

Half an hour later, everyone had settled into the second-floor conference room of this estate. The solemn atmosphere disrupted the idyllic feel; aside from the five family bosses, there were ten committee members and two hall masters directly under the Godfather, each managing assassins and Dark Warriors, respectively.

Nearly twenty people sat clustered around the table, with the central seat remaining vacant for a long time. Everyone stayed silent, awaiting the appearance of the current Godfather.

A low pressure swept through, as they sat in this atmosphere waiting for an hour, yet Nicholas Kromop never appeared.

Fingers tapped the tabletop and some twisted their bodies, yet no one spoke, while others stared blankly.

The door creaked open, and a pale young boy with short hair entered, carrying a tray holding seventeen wine glasses.

"The Pope hopes each of you will drink this wine and return to your posts." The boy's crisp voice cut through everyone's taut nerves, seemingly joking. This was the thought of most, though few displayed it, as they picked up the glass before them and downed the red wine, immediately rising.

It was at that moment while rising that the incident occurred; a huge body toppled the chair, fell to the floor, twitched a few times, then lay still. The dead man was Wolf, the hall master of the Assassin Hall, an extremely ugly and fat man. Some might laugh at this inept man, but nobody dared to openly mock him, for no one wanted to be found dead on the streets the next day. Yet he died, right there in front of everyone.

"Augusto Lucchesi, please stay. The Pope wishes to have breakfast with you!" The boy didn't give a glance to the suddenly deceased; he didn't even think about dealing with the man now bleeding from every orifice. His clear voice once again brushed past their strained nerves as tightly wound as a tensed heart.

"Me?" Augusto swallowed, his blue eyes slowly glancing at those around him. These bloodthirsty fellows gave a 'good luck' expression before all leaving the conference room.

This meeting gave them a hint; the Godfather presented everyone a bloody fact as a warning. Even stepping into the sunlight couldn't erase the layer of darkness within their hearts.

"Did you see? He killed Wolf!"

"Yes, I saw him not long ago sitting with an Oriental man."

"Genovis, watch your daughter. My people reported she's been seeing an Oriental man recently. Wolf is a cautionary tale." Carlo Gambino patted Edmund Genovis's shoulder, smirked mockingly, pointing at the people in the house as he headed toward his car.

Edmund felt like a joke, knowing he was the only one unaware of what everyone else knew. In anger, he slammed the car door and drove off.

"What do you think this old fellow will do to his precious daughter?" Carlo asked.

"You'd better watch yourself. Always picking fights with Edmund, making micro-movements instead of doing something big. These little provocations are pointless; you've been eyeing his territory for quite some time now," someone remarked, prompting Carlo to glare at the speaker, snorting as he got into his car, following Edmund's direction.

In just a few minutes, the convoy parked along the street departed, leaving only that sports car with silver metallic lines waiting for its owner. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation.)