Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1051 - 1022: One Hour

One hour!

During this hour, Director Mo Luo was restless and tormented by his inner struggles. He wanted to call Shao Weihua, but ever since he took Hua Qingyi away, it’s like he disappeared completely without a trace. The mysterious man in black also vanished, and withdrawing the police force guarding Sin City seemed unnecessary for an empty city. It would only invite gossip with no proper justification.

"Director! Director Mo Luo, aren’t you answering the phone?" Secretary Wanna pushed the door open, seeing Mo Luo lost in thought at the window, while the phone kept ringing incessantly. She thought no one was in the office. "I thought you weren’t here."

"I know. You can leave first." Mo Luo locked the door before answering the call. "This is Mo Luo!"

"Did your hour of reflection bring any good suggestions, Director Mo Luo?" It was the same person as earlier.

"Sir, I at least need to know who I’m talking to, who I’m collaborating with, don’t I?"

"Hehe!" A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone. "It seems our dear director hasn’t realized the seriousness of the issue. I hoped that the moment you picked up the phone, your answer would be ’OK’ instead of questioning me with so many inquiries!"

"Oh, no, wait, wait..." The only reply Mo Luo received was the long, drawn-out dial tone. The caller gave him no opportunity to speak! He slumped into his chair, panicking, not knowing where to place his hands!

A sudden knock on the door, and Secretary Wanna walked in. "Is there anything you need?"

"Someone just bailed out Hua Qingyi!"

"What? How could you release him without my orders?" Mo Luo jumped up instantly upon hearing this. "Where is he now?"

"Director, what’s wrong with you? Mr. Hua had already been held beyond twenty-four hours. Without substantive evidence, we have to release him. Mr. Shao came with his lawyer to handle the paperwork; we have no right to detain him. If we don’t release him now, we’ll receive complaints. You’ve held this gentleman privately for eighty hours, which is equivalent to private punishment."

"Wanna, I’m more familiar with the legal clauses than you are!" Mo Luo exclaimed impatiently. "If there’s nothing else, please leave!"

"Oh, yes, sir. However, two gentlemen wish to see you. Should I let them in?" Wanna was unsurprised by Mo Luo’s peculiar mood. Older people often suffer from menopause syndrome, becoming irritable and volatile.

"Who? I have no appointments today!"

"They claim to be from the authorities, but didn’t specify which department."

"So fast?" Mo Luo’s words puzzled Wanna. "Let them in."

After Wanna left, two men in suits entered. "Officer Mo Luo?"

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"CIA!"

Mo Luo’s mouth fell open, unsure of the situation. He soon laughed awkwardly. "Gentlemen, please don’t joke around. This is the police station in Palermo. I can arrest you anytime for impersonating others to threaten officers."

One of the men sneered, showing documents in front of Mo Luo. "We will record what you just said." He waved the pen in his hand—an ordinary pen with a built-in miniature recording function.

"Are you the..." Mo Luo consciously refrained from speaking further, as his words without any solid evidence would only turn into recorded suspicions. "May I know why CIA personnel want to see me? This is Sicily, not the United States Intelligence Agency."

"Do you know a Chinese national named Shao Weihua, Mr. Mo Luo?"

"Oh, no, I don’t know this person. Is there a matter?"

"Can you identify the person in this photograph?" One of them took out a magnified picture from his briefcase.

"How did you get this?" The person in the photo was himself, and the other was that mysterious man in black.

"Please answer our question. Do you recognize anyone in the photo?"

"One of them is me, and the other is..." Mo Luo couldn’t utter a single word.

"This person is called the Magician, a member of the ’Black Crow’ assassin organization from within China. His boss behind the scenes is named Shao Weihua." The man smiled, "Please come with us to assist in the investigation."

"Wait, you have no evidence to take me back!" Mo Luo started protesting loudly but realized his volume could be heard outside. He lowered it. "You can’t take me."

"Being a law enforcement officer colluding with criminals to create a series of terrorist incidents, isn’t that enough to arrest you?"

"No, you have no evidence!" Mo Luo shrunk his shoulders in fear. "I want to see that person; I’ll agree to anything!"

"Too late!"

"Enough. Stop the games." The other man said firmly. "Director Mo Luo, please come with us to assist in the investigation."

"I..."

"This is to assist the investigation, if you don’t cooperate, hehe..."

"I understand, let me put on a coat and I’ll go with you."

Wanna sat at the door, watching Mo Luo come out with the two men from earlier; she stood up. "Director, are you going out?"

"Yes! Please cancel my afternoon meeting, thank you!"

Soon, exaggerated rumors will spread throughout the police station, Mo Luo thought melancholically; his secretary is the best intelligence agent.

At the back door of the police station, a BMW car slowly drove out of the street towards a twenty-five-story hotel. The person in the car had no time to enjoy the scenery along the way. Mo Luo didn’t know what his fate would be; he felt like a monkey being dragged by the tail, wanting to scream ’chirp chirp chirp,’ but feared they would gag him, preventing him from speaking later.

CIA! United States Central Intelligence Agency! Mo Luo couldn’t understand what relation it had with him, or how it involved Shao Weihua. However, none of this mattered anymore; what mattered was that he realized he had stepped into a whirlpool, caught in the struggle between two factions.

Yuan Yuan’s eyes were rotating spiritedly around as she thought. The so-called two factions were none other than the Xiao Family and Shao Weihua. If this person genuinely wanted him out of office or to make his life difficult, he could release the evidence he held to immediately send him to jail. But he hadn’t done so, which means there’s still room for negotiation. Thinking of this, his uneasy heart finally settled down. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcomed to vote on Qidian (qidian.com) with recommendation votes, monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)