Special Forces Medic

Chapter 993 962: Moro's Plan

Facing that thin sheet of paper, regret washed away like toilet waste instantly flushed down the drain, leaving things clean.

I like people with desires because they are greedy; the more they love money, the more I like such people! Such people have weaknesses, and people with weaknesses are easy to deal with.

Edmund rushed up the stairs and brushed past a man in black, nodding courteously before heading straight into the director's office.

"Edmund, your manners!" Mo Luo had just tucked the check into his drawer when he was startled by Edmund's entrance. He shouted angrily at him, his fingers hurt from being pinched as he hastily closed the drawer, intensifying his anger.

"I'm sorry, Director, I can go out and knock again before coming in." Edmund was really prepared to do it all over.

"Damn it, Edmund!" Mo Luo cursed. "Go and lower all the blinds. I want to have a secret discussion with you and don't want any interruptions. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Director." Edmund locked the door, lowered all the curtains to ensure that no one could easily come in, and then sat down in the chair in front of the desk. "Are there any birds here?" he asked a strange question casually, leaving Mo Luo a bit unresponsive. "These are animal feathers!" Edmund picked up a few black feathers from the floor. "They don't look synthetic."

"Edmund, I know you're a member of the Nature Conservation Society, but it's work time, stick to relevant topics," Mo Luo wanted to roll his eyes at his subordinate, truly fed up with the guy.

Edmund pouted, put the feathers in his pocket, thinking it necessary to investigate their origins, given his understanding of his director—animal hair in the office was indeed peculiar.

"Edmund, I've thought it through, and what you said on the phone makes sense." Mo Luo adjusted his mood before slowly speaking. "I've discussed it with the takeover department, this case will be handed over to you, but you'll report directly to me. I need all information to be on my desk immediately. Now, tell me what the case is really about?"

"Director, may I know where this takeover department comes from? As far as I know, our precinct doesn't seem to have such a department, right...?"

"Edmund!" Mo Luo angrily cut off his question.

"Oh, yes, Director, forgive my ignorance." Edmund lowered his head, clasped his hands tightly, looking worried like a child who had done something wrong.

"Edmund, we've worked together for quite some time. I'm very familiar with your temperament, and your serious attitude towards work is something I greatly admire. I'm even considering promoting you to take my place after I retire."

"Oh, Director!" Edmund quickly raised his head with a surprised expression. "I didn't expect you to think that way, sorry for my earlier rudeness."

"No problem. Now answer whatever I ask, okay?"

"Yes, Director!"

"Have the fingerprint results for the curved saber found at the 'Wagonay' crime scene come out?"

"Ah, that's precisely why I'm here!" Edmund smacked his forehead, berating his own oversight. "The Investigation Division gave a strange piece of data; the fingerprints resemble human but also seem like some kind of animal's, very blurry and quite odd."

"Oh?" Mo Luo showed considerable interest, tapping on the table while thinking he needed to visit the bank later to withdraw the amount on the check and transfer it into his account in several installments, fearing discovery by the Ethics Committee. "Send this evidence to me; I'll ask someone to re-examine it."

"Is it a person from that department?" As soon as he spoke, Edmund realized he asked a rather foolish question.

"Yes, the department is very mysterious," Mo Luo casually brushed it off, signaling Edmund to continue explaining the case.

"According to my informant's report, the crime scene was a trading site for 'Wagonay,' the deceased were members of this site, but there are many ambiguities. Those killed in the lobby were shot with their own weapons, some wounds appear as if torn and bitten violently by a beast, very brutal. Found at the scene was the leader of this site, a person on our watchlist, his neck was twisted to break off at the spine. Inside the basement, we found deceased bodies quite different from those outside, as if it's the work of two groups, with entirely different methods of killing. So I'm now suspecting whether during the trade, two groups and the buyer had simultaneous disputes."

Mo Luo responded with a hum, "Wagonay" has always been in opposition to gangs, and now such an incident occurs, we cannot rule out gang involvement. Inform the mob bosses from those families separately, the higher-ups are paying great attention to this case, focusing intensely on crackdowns. Also, don't overlook those Easterners; they have secret dealings too."

"Yes, Director!" Edmund showed a reluctant expression, if possible, he'd rather not confront those people directly. "But Director, won't this provoke a fierce reaction from those big shots?"

"We'll see, and I suspect this case is related to the previous two murders. Keep a close eye on those bosses, they'll definitely move, we just have to patiently wait to catch them all in one go."

"Director suggests using this incident to incite them against each other, and we profit from the chaos." Mo Luo laughed mysteriously; Edmund wasn't entirely foolish.

"Jack, Kromop's arms dealer, died at 'Lei Mengda,' and right after his arms were hijacked, now there's another murder at 'Wagonay,' Edmund, do you understand the connection? What we police need to do is eradicate all evil forces for the people."

"Yes, Director, I understand." Edmund nodded, showing no intention of leaving his seat, causing Mo Luo to glance at him.

"Anything else?"

"Oh, no!" Edmund shook his head. "I was wondering, once you have the fingerprint result, what should I do?"

"I'll inform you of the results, first go out and work!" Mo Luo impatiently got up and took his coat from the rack. "I have something to attend to this afternoon and will go get the evidence myself from the Investigation Division. Remember, any information should be on my desk immediately."

"Oh, yes, Director. Must I really go see those bosses?"

"Oh, oh, oh, Edmund, you can charge in with your gun." Mo Luo nearly roared, his voice loud enough for agents outside to clearly hear, who might later tease that this officer had been pulling whiskers at the tiger's mouth.

Several news vehicles were parked outside the precinct, from different TV stations and newspapers, waiting for personnel related to the case to appear. They had already tried various ways to probe for information inside the precinct, but the vigilant doorman always managed to drive them out at the last moment. Although freedom of speech and press exists in modern society, it is limited to knowing what should be known and freely discussing what can freely be discussed.

Mo Luo pulled up his collar and quickly walked to his car wearing sunglasses, eager to go to the central bank. His final decision was to open a safety deposit box there, deeming it the best and safest option.

"Director Mo Luo!" Just as he was about to open the car door, several people with microphones blocked his way. "Please comment on the murder case at 'Wagonay' yesterday!"

"The case is under investigation. New developments will be announced to everyone!" Mo Luo forcefully opened the car door, got in, started the engine, dodging those in the way and found a chance to step on the accelerator and sped off.

"Why look for this person? He doesn't seem to be reliable," the person in another car who witnessed the scene expressed disdain.

"You want to take out Xiao Lin; this person is essential for exploitation, the money you spent won't go to waste, just wait and see!" The man in black who just appeared at the precinct rubbed his lips with his right index finger, making them look as if blood might drip like a rose, his face obscured under the black etiquette.

"When will I meet the boss behind you?"

"You'll see him soon; impatience can't accomplish big tasks, Mr. Wang!" The man in black smiled ambiguously toward the person next to him. "Also, he's not my boss! I'm merely the go-between for you two. While worrying about this, I must remind you that besides Xiao Lin, you have another opponent who is now the favored son-in-law of the Genovese Clan, possibly facing an enigmatic family power."

"Is it true Xiao Lin and Hua Qingyi turned against each other?" The one sitting beside the man in black was Wang Zhanting, who had presumably died in the moat, looking thin and old, so exhausted and worn out.

"That must be traced back to your dear brother!"

"Magician! Ah..." Suddenly, Wang Zhanting's neck was gripped by a powerful force, forcing him to open his mouth to gasp for air. Both hands tried to pry away the black gloves squeezing his throat, his head bang against the car's steel frame, buzzing loudly.

"Don't call my name! I don't like people like you calling my name!" The icy inhalation bears ready to turn into daggers piercing Wang Zhanting's body, scraping his nerves. "Get ready, I'll arrange for you brothers to meet, you only have one chance; don't ruin your boss's plan, or I'll kill you without mercy." (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)