Morrow guarded Joseph Avenue and other main roads for a full three days, without a hint of activity. The big bosses of the major families didn't even step outside their doors, while he had mobilized all the Sicilian police just to sit in their cars guarding an empty city for three days.
On the fourth day, at ten in the morning, Morrow issued the order to withdraw, with everyone returning to their departnts. He hurriedly got into the car and dialed a number. "Wasn't there supposed to be a situation? I've been guarding for three days, and there hasn't been any movent."
"Tonight, you need to have people block the entire South Street, and set up a security line between the West District and East District, which is the area between the Kromop and Lucchesi families, preventing anyone from entering or leaving. Also, set up checkpoints along the Yin-Yang line; no one from Sin City should cross this line. Do as I say, and you will get what you want."
"But these are two completely different routes." Morrow listened to the other party's arrangent, recalling in his mind the entire geography of Palermo, knowing that the police departnt couldn't muster enough manpower.
"That's your problem. Right now, you have nine hours to persuade your superior."
"But if there's no harvest this ti either, I will be dismissed. You know, for these three days, I've stood under everyone's criticism, and the pressure is very imnse. You should understand my predicant," Morrow grumbled with dissatisfaction. After three days with no gains, he had passionately declared before the mayor that this ti they could take down the entire Mafia in one swift move. In reality, the other party did nothing, and the mayor's departing face was stinkier than the water in the gutter. Hence, he didn't want to take another risk, especially this ti requiring mobilization from other departnts to cooperate.
Laughter ca from the other end of the phone. "Tonight at seven."
Morrow sighed and drove towards the city hall. He still had eight hours to convince his mayor, although the hope was rather dim.
The moonlit night ascended high! The stars were already blinking their eyes, under the bright moonlight, the seawater beat against the shore.
This is a manor covering nearly four hundred acres, surrounded by various fruits and a small vineyard, though olive trees are predominant. Today, within this manor, there was a grand party, and those invited were the most renowned Mafia bosses in the area, including the current Godfather and other organized cri groups from various regions. It was undoubtedly an unprecedented grand Mafia feast, and the person who gathered all these people was a subject of endless speculation.
Where there is Mafia, there is conflict. No one can stand anyone else, everyone wants to eliminate each other. Beneath the seemingly relaxed and harmonious scene, the next mont could be soone getting their brains blown out, turning a peaceful scene into a bloody massacre.
Outside the brightly-lit villa, various family power mbers hid in unseen corners.
High walls two ters tall surround the manor, with nurous lookout points established, internal surveillance is unusually tight, caras are placed in every corner, and occasionally, one can hear the barking of dogs that are keenly aware and aggressive. Not to ntion the hidden sentinels lying in the shadows; the owner here is indeed heavily fortified.
The ground floor of the manor is the main banquet hall, where guests are entertained; beauties abound, diverse delicacies, and the band musicians are quite professional. In the center of the third floor of the manor stands a eting room with a large conference table asuring five ters long and three ters wide, forming a horseshoe shape. In the middle stands a column, covered in long black velvet fabric that drapes down to rge with the black carpet on the ground. A square column with an empty interface that appears intentionally hollowed.
In this eting room sat the largest Sicilian Mafia families, alongside so unfamiliar faces. There are still many figures from organized cri downstairs unable to enter this room. Here was where the higher-ups gathered, but only seven or eight of the dozen positions were occupied now. Comically, each position at the horseshoe-shaped table had a naplate for its owner, as if afraid they wouldn't find their seat.
Those seated showed stern expressions, so even displaying murderous looks, hard to conceal the faint aura of bloodlust. It's no wonder they lasted three days without ailnts, remarkably resilient indeed.
"Do you know who invited us today?" asked a man about fifty, dium build, ordinary appearance yet dignified. He was Ma Xin, the boss of Chinatown, always keeping to separate paths from the Sicilian Mafia, each doing their own business within their territory without crossing borders, thus maintaining peace.
"Not clear, we all received cards inviting us here, seemingly heard that the Rose Staff appeared." The speaker bore a strong local Beijing accent, nad Cai Fanglin, a businessman from the north specializing in human trafficking. His eyes glanced at the two people sitting opposite them, presumably Augusto and Casab, two solidly built individuals contrasting with his relatively frail build.
"Everyone, we've had tea, let's get straight to the point," Cai Fanglin, a blunt man, scanned his eyes over the other attendees, lacking patience to wait further. He never liked these Mafia types, sharing a roof now made him extrely restless.
Ma Xin pulled him. Nicholas hadn't arrived yet, so this banquet couldn't comnce on ti. Furthermore, only four of the five families were present, as two bosses had been killed three days ago. The appointnt of the new Clan Leader was still a mystery, a critical matter since Eastern Three Provinces were rumored to have died in police custody. Today's eting is undoubtedly tied to these events. As the Chinese Mafia, he didn't want to ddle in the Mafia's affairs, but the Rose Staff compelled him to co.
"I heard a mysterious figure will appear this ti, don't be impatient, let's wait patiently!" spoke Mozafi, from the Middle East, arguably the second biggest arms supplier after Eastern Three Provinces. His shrewd face always held a joyful look upon the Eastern Three Provinces' death, making him the biggest beneficiary. Under long-term oppression, his next plan was undoubtedly to acquire the spheres of influence left by Eastern Three Provinces, swallowing up territories to beco the largest arms dealer in Sicily. The sheer joy on his astute face exposed his cunning calculations.
"This ti, people from Sin City will join the eting as well, and mbers of 'Wagonnai' are also invited in here. This mysterious figure indeed gathered all of us from Sicily together, including those clownish riffraff." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote recomndation tickets, monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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