Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1049 - 1020: Unknown Caller

The empty office had its phone ringing constantly.

August 3rd! Monday! Ten o’clock in the morning!

After the holiday, this time should be when work gets back on track. However, in the office of the highest commander of the Palermo Police Station, there was no one— not even the secretary, who might have been chatting away in the break room or preparing documents in the print room. In short, the people who were supposed to be here were not.

The phone rang again five minutes later, but this time it stopped abruptly after the third ring. The secretary rushed in just as the phone stopped ringing, right on the dot, checking the caller ID which showed no number, just the frequency of missed calls, suggesting this person was quite eager to reach the director.

Where was Director Mo Luo? The director, who was never late, was presently in the special holding cell located in the police station.

In the smoky cell, the stench was intense enough to make a fly choke, and the exhaust fan clattered away. The two men sitting across each other wore expressions that were somewhat comical, making it unclear who was the cop and who was the criminal.

"I can let you walk out of here. It’s easy for me to arrange that." Mo Luo exhaled smoke, his balding head gleaming under the lights like a big light bulb, a sight no one would find strange. However, at this moment, he appeared quite weary.

"On the flip side, you could also throw me in jail for life, or have me killed inside by buying off gang members." Hua Qingyi sneered. The conversation had dragged on for so long that Mo Luo was almost tempted to slit the throat of this man, prettier than a woman, just to silence him.

"Oh, damn it, damn it, damn it!" He uttered the same phrase three times in a row. The director was thoroughly frustrated. He didn’t know what more he could say to make this guy understand.

"Director, being straightforward would make you feel better." Hua Qingyi wasn’t planning to keep playing with this man any longer. It was a pastime to stave off boredom, certainly better than being locked alone in a room like this, a place haunted by death since that Northeastern man had been killed here. He didn’t want to be alongside a vengeful ghost. "What do you want from me? If you’re thinking of trading me for Shao Weihua, I suggest you give it up."

Realizing his intentions were exposed, Mo Luo slammed the table in frustration, pacing the room twice in anger before sitting back down. "Do you think this will make me let you go? You, a fine son-in-law of the Genovis Family— even without Shao Weihua, I still have the power to determine your fate."

"Based on what you just said, I could file a complaint against you."

"It’s just the two of us here; who would believe a suspect’s words?"

"Alright, alright! You’re the director, and I’m the suspect. Now, what do you want to know? That, at least, I should be able to find out!" Hua Qingyi conceded, raising both hands. This person was utterly beyond help, blabbering so much without touching on the main issue.

"Sin City affairs— what’s Shao Weihua up to? Why did he kill those two businessmen? And who exactly are the Wang Brothers?" Hearing the last question, Hua Qingyi’s face noticeably fell. Mo Luo paused but thought nothing more of it; if at that moment he had taken a good look at Hua Qingyi’s expression, he might not have regretted his foolishness so deeply later on.

"Three questions, none of which I can answer for you! But I could sell you a piece of information."

"What?"

"In the end, Sin City will fall into someone’s hands, and I can quite responsibly tell you this much—it definitely won’t be yours."

Mo Luo had been played! Equally responsibly, he threw a punch that landed unexpectedly on Hua Qingyi’s cheek. That was his response. He truly wouldn’t let this guy walk away. In other words, he found a scapegoat for the Luces Family. This man was indeed the murderer of Fick and Montiel. Finding the real culprits was much harder than finding scapegoats, and there were far easier options. After all, Shao Weihua’s men killed the people from the other two major families, making it even more plausible for Hua Qingyi to take the fall. Surely, it wouldn’t be long before Shao Weihua came knocking, and Mo Luo wasn’t someone who would always remain passive.

Back at the office shortly after, his subordinates brought in all the files from the ’Bessade’ cases involving the two murders. "When is Chief Edmund expected to return from leave?" Mo Luo asked his secretary.

"Chief Edmund has taken a three-month leave; he might not be back until October." The secretary, a robust woman, wore a professional suit, her ample bust like two large melons challenging men’s visual senses.

"That sly old fox!" Mo Luo muttered curses under his breath. "Who is currently in charge of overseeing Sin City’s forces?"

"That would be Deputy Chief Officer Rochester." Secretary Wanna swayed her hips a few steps before turning back. "While you were away, the office phone kept ringing with no number displayed—whoever it was seemed eager to reach you."

"Thank you, Wanna, you can get back to your work now!"

Just three days, and they couldn’t hold back? Mo Luo propped his feet on the desk, and inside the drawer beneath his office desk was a magnetic card with recordings of all his calls. This was his best evidence and his life-saving Dharma Artifact.

Having someone killed under his watch, Shao Weihua, this Oriental man, would undoubtedly make a move against him sooner or later. Laughing coldly, Mo Luo considered that in the perpetual struggle between officials and civilians, the officials were invariably in the right. Even if he was an official, in the cop-and-robber dynamic, he was merely a thief with a halo. If needed, wasn’t there still Xiao Lin? He could take the opportunity to do the Xiao Family a favor, killing two birds with one stone.

At noon, the phone rang once more, its antique metal frame vibrating as though it were a death knell. Mo Luo deliberately waited until it had rung seven or eight times before leisurely answering. "Hello, this is Director Mo Luo speaking. Who’s this?"

"Mo Luo, is the Hua heir, Hua Qingyi, still in your custody?" The piercing coldness in the voice hit Mo Luo straight in the heart, as if this were not a person to be trifled with.

"Yes, yes, may I know who’s calling?"

"You now have a choice: work for me or face a corruption investigation and enjoy some café time."

"Hey! Who the hell are you?" Initially smug, Mo Luo sprang up from his chair as if wound up by a spring.

"Who I am doesn’t concern you. I’ll call back in an hour for your answer." The call ended with a click, leaving Mo Luo’s heart suspended. Who the hell was that? Right now, that was what he most wanted to know. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it, your support is my greatest motivation.)