Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1048 - 1019: From the Invisible (3)

The rookie cop pointed his gun at Hua Qingyi, half-believing, half-doubting, while glancing back over his shoulder.

Mo Luo was just passing in front of them with a team. The rookie called out to him. "Director Mo Luo, this gentleman says he knows you."

Mo Luo lifted his head and glanced at Hua Qingyi. "He’s lying. No one inside ’Bessade’ is allowed to leave. Take every last one of them back to the station."

Heh. Hua Qingyi let out a cold laugh on the spot. What a heartless bastard. In the span of a thought the cuffs were already on his wrists, and the rookie shoved him along and out of ’Bessade’.

"Director, there are two dead bodies in a private room upstairs!" The officer who’d been leading the team came running down just as Mo Luo was about to head up.

"Two dead, huh? Take some men to the wine cellar. The perp might be hiding somewhere down there."

"Yes, Director! You guys, with me."

At the wine room door, Xiao Lin was chain‑smoking one cigarette after another, and Nicholas still hadn’t come out. "I get it," he muttered to himself, then flashed inside the wine room.

"Nicholas! The cops are already at the end of the hallway. We have to get out of here." Xiao Lin shouted toward the back.

"She’s still here!" Nicholas was like a different person, practically tearing the entire wine room apart. Xiao Lin suddenly lunged forward, his left arm shooting for Nicholas’s right shoulder, one foot stamping the floor, body half‑vaulting up as his right hand extended two fingers toward the back of Nicholas’s neck.

"Now is not the time to fight." With a low growl, just as Xiao Lin’s fingers were about to touch him, Nicholas suddenly spun forty‑five degrees, face snapping toward him. Xiao Lin had no time to pull back his hand. His left arm surged with power, driving him forward; he tackled Nicholas to the floor, and as his weight tipped, he drove his right knee into Nicholas’s gut. "We’re out of time!"

Someone was already twisting the doorknob. Xiao Lin yanked Nicholas up, sprang onto the wine racks, took aim at the exhaust vent, and squeezed in. Just as he lowered the cover back into place, a squad of cops stormed the room. Peering through the vent, Xiao Lin watched the scene below. Nicholas beside him seemed... off. In those blue eyes was a heavy, hard‑to‑read expression. "I’m not joining you in your crazy. Once the cops clear out downstairs, you can do whatever the hell you want, but right now don’t get in my way." Xiao Lin kept his voice low as he spoke to Nicholas.

The blue eyes seemed to flicker with some response. Nicholas twitched his fingers, turned over, and the two of them pressed up against the tiny mesh, looking down through the vent.

"Tonight ’Bessade’ really is a freak show. Another house guard’s dead. You think this Lucchesi is just having a streak of bad luck? Fick’s killer from last time still hasn’t been found, and now another one’s dead. I heard there are two dead businessmen in the private rooms upstairs too. What the hell are these mafia bosses playing at?"

"Quit nosing around. Don’t you know the Director’s already given a kill‑order? We must find the killer. That new rookie just got lucky and grabbed some guy prettier than a woman, but he doesn’t look like a killer no matter how you look at him. No idea what’s going on in the Director’s head."

"Still, isn’t it weird? How did Mo Luo know something would go down here? He never used to be this plugged‑in. These big cases lately, all of them were pre‑deployed. Take tonight—first thing in the morning we got planted in this area. You guys don’t think that’s strange?"

"Yeah, now that you say it, I hadn’t thought about it. Mo Luo’s informants must be the real deal, huh. No wonder the mayor’s got his eyes on him. If I had intel that sharp, I’d be doing better than Mo Luo."

"Quit daydreaming. You lot, less yapping, more working. The sooner we’re done, the sooner we’re out. Wasting my time is fucking ball‑aching. I still gotta get back and nail some chicks. My whole damn day off is blown in this shithole." Another cop barked in a rough voice. "This place looks like it got blasted already. There’s nothing here, much less anyone."

"Hey, shut up and look at Montiel’s corpse. What kind of blood feud does it take for someone to dig a man’s heart out?" Someone had found Montiel’s body and called the others under the vent over. What followed were several sharp intakes of breath and curses.

Xiao Lin noticed Nicholas’s face looked really bad; he clamped a hand around Nicholas’s wrist.

"I’m very calm right now." Seeing the teasing glint slip back into those blue eyes, Xiao Lin let go.

The cops carried Montiel’s body out of the wine room. Only after the heavy main door slammed shut with a bang did Xiao Lin and Nicholas drop down.

"Was it you?" The second he landed, Nicholas swung a punch at Xiao Lin. He wasn’t stupid—Xiao Lin heading backstage to "smoke" at halftime was no coincidence. "You had this set up long ago, didn’t you? Was Montiel’s death part of your plan too? Why did you do it?"

"Because I got my invitation a step before you did. I admit the visuals were my doing, but I had no idea Angel would show up. Her appearance was an accident. Montiel’s always had a private thing with Mo Luo."

"Montiel?"

"Nicholas, be honest with me. How are you going to deal with Angel?"

"How I’m going to deal with Angel? Heh... that’s none of your business! You don’t need to worry about it."

"Angel is one of Black Crow. Even if she’s your fiancée, there’s no way I’m just letting her walk after killing twenty‑two people."

"You’re not planning to let her go? Then what if I’m not planning to hand her over to you? Since you know she’s of the Blood Race, and that she’s my, Nicholas’s, fiancée, then stop setting your sights on her!"

Those pitch‑black eyes locked on Nicholas, trying to read truth or lies in the man’s blue irises, but when it came to that woman this man seemed to have no rationality at all. "You’ve never even met Adam Gadmon, your fiancée, so what? Where do your feelings for her come from? With no feelings, what right do you have to call her your fiancée?"

"My feelings for her are my business, not yours!" Nicholas shoved Xiao Lin furiously, then strode toward the door. At that moment the door of the wine storage room was pushed open from the outside. Augusto almost ran straight into Nicholas; his broad shoulder brushed Nicholas’s face as he sped in from outside.

"Augusto, why the hell are you here? Don’t tell me it’s a coincidence!" As if he were going to vent all his anger on this unlucky guy, Nicholas bellowed.

Xiao Lin exhaled. In the end Nicholas still had more reason than impulse; he hadn’t torn their faces open right in front of him. That kind of self‑control—or rather that kind of IQ—put this man above most others.

"Godfather?!" Augusto froze. He’d thought no one would be in the wine storage room, so he’d barged in without thinking at all, but when he saw Nicholas and a strange young man there, he didn’t have time to react.

"Are the police still outside?"

"They left only a small number. The rest have withdrawn."

"Good. You’re coming with me." Nicholas strode out. Augusto glanced at Xiao Lin, then followed him outside. If there were police, that meant he’d still have to stay a while.

"Which way did Angel go when she left?" When he could no longer see anyone, Xiao Lin started muttering to himself. If you looked closely you could spot a very thin earpiece wire beneath his hair. "She didn’t come out through here?"

Upon hearing that, Xiao Lin frowned. Angel was still in the wine storage room, so how had those police who rushed in not found her? Where could a person that big have gone?

His pitch‑black eyes swept over every corner of the wine cellar. He dismissed the ventilation openings; all the cabinets big enough to hide a person were practically transparent—forget an adult, even a mouse couldn’t slip past undetected. If you wanted to hide a grown person, that left only the barrels. Thinking of this, he flipped his hands over and struck one of the barrels.

With a boom, the scent of wine spread, and the liquid that sprayed out shot toward Xiao Lin like a volley of sharp blades. He didn’t know if his luck was good or bad—he found her in the very first barrel. Under the spray of droplets, a dark figure darted out. Xiao Lin stepped back, his upper body bending a full hundred degrees. The shadow grazed across his chest; his hands shot out, ten fingers hooked into claws, clamping onto the other’s ankles. Xiao Lin tensed his waist, kicked off with both feet, and flipped his whole body. A soft muffled groan escaped the woman; Xiao Lin immediately let go.

Angel collapsed limply to the floor, pale face framed by straight black hair. "Your injuries haven’t healed!" There was no time to think. Xiao Lin scooped Adam Gadmon up in his arms and dashed out of the wine storage room. "Tell me, where’s Nicholas?"

The sudden figure bursting out of the wine storage room startled the staff nearby, especially when they saw he was carrying a woman. "Who are you? Why did you come in here?"

Xiao Lin frowned, ignoring them completely. He turned and headed straight for the main entrance of "Bessade." "Shou, I’m taking Angel out through the front door right now. Hurry up and find a way to draw the police at the entrance away."

"Got it!" Shou’s reply came through the earpiece. The next second, a bomb was suddenly thrown at the entrance of "Bessade." Luckily it landed in an empty spot, causing no casualties. While the police rushed to the scene, Xiao Lin slipped out the doors and into a van parked at the entrance.

"So this is Yada Gadamon?" The van sped away from the entrance of "Bessade." Through the rearview mirror he saw Nicholas running out from inside. "The current Godfather’s woman really is young and tender. Looks like a fresh, pretty thing. Pity her methods of killing are so vicious—maybe that’s what they call a femme fatale. A woman like this isn’t safe to have sleeping beside you."

"Cut the crap. The gate of Sin City is definitely crawling with cops right now. We need to find a place to treat her wounds as soon as possible." Xiao Lin ignored the mood Ye Lü Shou was trying to create. This woman couldn’t die yet. (To be continued. If you’re enjoying this story, you’re welcome to head over to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendation tickets and monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)