Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1054 - 1025: Direct Hit on Qing Yi

Rochester arrived at the middle section of Palermo Street No. 4, just before seven in the evening. This was a small, well-developed housing district of connected apartment buildings.

Building 56, Room 404, Block 4!

This is where the suspect in the ’Bessade’ double homicide case resides, which is also the reason for my visit today.

The target is a Chinese man.

Rochester took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Director Mo Luo had specifically warned him about the danger posed by this individual when he set out.

The person who opened the door was a Chinese man, someone who appeared even more beautiful than a woman. Based on Mo Luo’s description, this should be the suspect.

"May I help you?"

"I’m Sergeant Rochester. Does Mr. Hua Qingyi live here?"

"That’s me!"

"Then I have it right. This is an arrest warrant. We suspect you are connected to the recent murder case in ’Bessade’. Please come with us."

"Officer, are you guys not communicating with each other? I’ve already been charged with this crime before, and I’m currently out on bail. Are you arresting people for a commission?" Hua Qingyi leaned against the door frame with amusement. He had been out of the police station for less than twenty-four hours, and now he was being arrested again for the same charge. Is the Palermo police force really so idle and foolish?

"We now have ample evidence pointing to your complete involvement in the murder. Please come back to the station and assist with the investigation," Rochester lightly coughed.

"Hua! Who’s outside?" A middle-aged man with a buzz cut and gold-rimmed glasses walked out from behind Hua Qingyi.

"It’s Sergeant Rochester insisting I go to the station to assist with the investigation."

"What’s going on?" The middle-aged man showed an unfriendly expression. "Where’s your director?"

"Our director is very busy and doesn’t have time for such trivial matters." Rochester’s tone was clearly unfriendly, and he wasn’t keen on the middle-aged man. "This is an arrest warrant issued personally by the Director. Mr. Hua, please come with me."

"Give me a moment, I’ll just change my clothes and come out."

"Mr. Hua, a friendly reminder: attempting to escape will only add to your crimes." Hua Qingyi simply smiled in response to Rochester’s warning.

At 8:30 in the evening! With Director Mo Luo waiting anxiously, Rochester brought Hua Qingyi back to the police station, and right behind him was the last person he wanted to see.

"Director Mo Luo, I believe we need to talk first."

"Mr. Shao, we found evidence of Mr. Hua’s involvement in the murder of two businessmen in ’Bessade’. In the face of irrefutable evidence, even someone like you cannot intervene."

"You’re saying Hua Qingyi is the murderer of those two businessmen?"

"Isn’t that so? I sense skepticism in Mr. Shao’s voice. We were all at the scene then. When I left for the wine cellar, only you, Hua Qingyi, and those two businessmen remained in the room. If it wasn’t Mr. Hua, then it must have been you, Mr. Shao."

"Mo Luo, do you know what you’re saying right now?" Shao Weihua suddenly leaned in and whispered. "You’d better not play any tricks."

"Rochester, take Hua Qingyi to the interrogation room," Mo Luo shrugged indifferently. "I’m sorry! Hua Qingyi is charged with first-degree murder and is not eligible for bail."

Mo Luo sat across from Hua Qingyi again, just as he had twenty-four hours earlier. However, this time he was more approachable, whereas Hua Qingyi’s expression was less pleasant.

"Mo Luo, where’s the evidence accusing me of murder?"

"Mr. Hua, someone wants you to stay here, and naturally, there are many ways I can ensure you remain here without leaving."

"Fabricating evidence?"

"That’s just one possibility. The key is that you cannot leave this room. Naturally, I’ll arrange the best living conditions for you; three meals a day guaranteed, except for freedom, everything will be exactly as it was outside."

"So, is this illegal detention?"

"There’s a fundamental difference, but you’re free to think of it that way. I don’t mind."

"Mo Luo, you seem quite confident in what you’re saying now. Judging by your attitude towards Shao Weihua, did your backup get replaced?"

"I’m just making the wise choice!"

"What did Xiao Lin offer you to make you work for him? Do you know the consequences of offending Shao Weihua? I’m afraid your head won’t stay on your neck!"

"You don’t need to worry about that, Young Master Hua!" Director Mo Luo chuckled dryly twice. "Young Master Xiao asked me to pass on a message to you: During this period, please relax here with some tea; he’ll handle anything outside, so you don’t have to concern yourself."

"Mo Luo, do you think your police station can keep me in?"

"Young Master Xiao has considered this. If you try to escape from here, none of our officers would be able to stop you. But doing so would label you as a fugitive avoiding justice, and you’d be wanted by the police. I doubt anyone would dare shelter you, and Shao Weihua definitely wouldn’t associate with you; harboring a fugitive would damage his reputation."

"Haha, get me a medium-rare fillet steak, a bottle of ’82 red wine, an additional seafood salad, and cheese rolls. Is ordering meals possible here?"

"Of course, all your expenses here will be settled with Young Master Xiao."

"Then prepare a twin bed for me, along with a change of clothes. I must shower every day, and..."

"Mr. Hua, please don’t go too far."

"Hahaha, don’t get upset, I’m just joking."

"Take Hua Qingyi to where he needs to be," Director Mo Luo said, rubbing his forehead in distress. He couldn’t ignore Shao Weihua’s sinister eyes, which felt like being stared at by a rodent, chillingly cunning.

Driving along, Director Mo Luo kept nervously checking his rearview mirror, constantly feeling like he was being followed. However, every time he decided to look, there was nothing behind him, not even a shadow, let alone another car. "I’m being paranoid."

After repeating this countless times, the fear deepened. Once the car parked in the garage, Director Mo Luo habitually sat inside for a while before getting out, remotely locked the garage door, and his solitary villa plunged into darkness. Losing his wife early, he never remarried, staying single due to his love for her, though not for lack of seeking other women, as physical needs are natural.

The motion sensor lights didn’t illuminate when Director Mo Luo climbed the porch stairs, triggering his vigilance to draw the gun holstered at his waist. Quietly pushing open the door, he recalled locking it when he went to work that morning.

Pushing open the ajar door, Director Mo Luo instinctively reached to tap the wall light switch, and at that moment, someone dragged him from the room, causing his hand to slip off the switch.

Boom! The sound that roared through the sky exploded!

Director Mo Luo couldn’t figure out who was behind him, but lying on the ground, he dumbly watched as his house was blasted into the sky, his eardrums aching from the shock, nearly deafening him. He was stunned; had someone not pulled him back, he would be flying in the debris.

While Director Mo Luo was in shock, fire trucks and police cars howled in, finding him on the lawn in a distressed state, having wet himself, his eyes muddled.

"Mo Luo, Director Mo Luo, are you okay?" Someone patted his shoulder, speaking to him. "Can you hear us?" Someone waved a hand in front of him, instinctively nodding.

"He doesn’t look well."

Director Mo Luo was obliviously loaded into an ambulance, taken to the hospital, forcibly treated, though he was only startled! "Oh, no, don’t!" Director Mo Luo suddenly shouted, resisting the doctor’s orders, tearing off the wires attached to him. "I’m not sick, I don’t need this!"

"Too noisy, can’t treat him. Give him a sedative to calm him down!" The attending doctor instructed a nearby nurse, as others helped to restrain Director Mo Luo’s limbs. After the sedative was administered, he quieted quickly.

"The patient was only shocked, with no other injuries. To be sure, keep him for observation for a day." Confirming no external injuries, the emergency room doctor had the nurse move him to a ward.

"Mike, I heard a patient was just brought in. What happened to him?"

"Raphael, why are you here today?" Turning around, he bumped into Raphael entering from outside.

"Personnel transfer! From next month, I’ll be working alongside you! I’ll be here permanently. Heard he was brought in from a blast site."

"Nothing serious, just startled. A nap should help."

"Poor guy, an unexpected calamity! By the way, are you off your shift? Let’s grab a drink."

"I’m on night duty!"

"Oh, that’s too bad, I guess I’ll leave." Raphael waved goodbye to Mike and headed downstairs.

In the observation room, Director Mo Luo quietly lay on the bed. Occasionally, he snored, and the door softly opened. A figure entered, standing at the foot of the bed for a long time, seemingly waiting. Suddenly, the room erupted with several beeps, and the figure stepped forward, injecting a transparent liquid from a syringe into Director Mo Luo’s drip.

With a swish, a flash shot through the window, and the figure deftly caught the silver light with his left hand—an unusually shaped pentagram. The figure exclaimed, retreating and attempting to escape, while at that moment, the door was abruptly pushed open, and Xiao Lin stepped in from outside. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)