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Chapter 1087 - 755 God’s Will_2

Chapter 1087: 755 God’s Will_2

Another henchman pointed out the key issue of the failure.

A single accident could be dismissed as trivial, but a series of them hardly seems coincidental.

All their painstaking efforts were meant to leave no trace.

"Luo Long, it seems we’ll have to wait a few more days."

"But that woman won’t stay abroad for long..."

"Shut up, all of you."

Luo Long’s mind was a mess, thinking the plan was a sure bet and flawless, only for it to fall through unexpectedly.

To exterminate that family was supposed to be easy, but his elder brother Luo Han had made his orders clear.

Luo Long lit a cigarette, taking a deep puff.

The two subordinates exchanged looks.

"If push comes to shove, Brother Long, we’ll have to cut through the mess quickly. If that woman gets spooked and returns home, we’ll have no way to explain it to Brother Han."

One of them spoke with a fierce glint in his eye, making a suggestion.

"Are you teaching me how to do my job?"

The two immediatlely bowed their heads.

"Keep a close watch on her!"

"Yes."

The two men rose and left the room.

Without alarming anyone, it seemed everyone treated the accident at the April Ninth Square as just that—an accident, and the Fang Family appeared to do the same.

Following their planned itinerary, after touring Sicily, the Fangs checked out of the hotel and took a car to Milan, Italy’s second-largest city.

Luo Long breathed a sigh of relief. If the target had aborted their trip and turned back home, that would have been troublesome.

Fortunately, the other party was somewhat naive.

He assigned two men to keep watch while he revisited the local lord.

Fernando, a senior mafia boss, still received him with warm enthusiasm.

"Mr. Fernando, your plan has failed."

Luo Long spoke with an accusing tone, unlike the previous visit.

"Now that woman has left Sicily, what should we do next?"

Fernando, more gentlemanly in appearance than most, smiled reassuringly and said, "Long, there’s a saying in your land of Shenzhou, ’Man proposes, God disposes.’ We followed your plan to a tee in the utmost secrecy. Our failure doesn’t mean we erred; it just means God wasn’t on our side."

Bullshit, God!

Frustrated, Luo Long inwardly sneered at these sanctimonious words but, being in someone else’s domain and reliant on them, he couldn’t express his true feelings.

"Mr. Fernando, we need to come up with a new plan."

Fernando shook his head, "Long, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but because of this incident, the government has already approached me."

Luo Long frowned, well aware that this was nonsense.

With the mafia’s influence over this land, would the government really haggle over such a trivial matter?

This was just a ploy to demand more benefits!

But it was understandable.

One cannot expect favors without giving anything in return.

"Mr. Fernando, our organizations have always maintained a friendly cooperation. I wouldn’t seek your help if we weren’t friends, and I believe you understand. Of course, having done business for so long, you know full well what my brother and I are like. We never short-change our friends. Once this matter is settled, in our liquor trade, we’ll raise the purchase price by five percent."

Fernando’s gaze flickered but he didn’t immediately express his joy, "Would Mr. Luo agree?"

"You can be assured, I have authority over this matter."

Fernando nodded.

He was a businessman.

Helping once was out of goodwill.

Continuing to help turned it into a transaction.

"Long, since you’re so generous, I can assure you too. As long as it’s on Italian soil, even if it’s the will of God, we can revise it."

This was no empty boast.

Italy has long been governed by twin orders—one lawful, the other shadowy.

The mafia is undeniably the Uncrowned King of the underworld.

Luo Long sneered inwardly while maintaining a calm and friendly exterior, "Then let’s discuss..."

Before he could finish, an ear-piercing roar came from outside.

It sounded like an explosion.

The meeting came to an abrupt halt.

Fernando looked up sharply.

On the surveillance monitor hanging from the ceiling.

Screen by screen, armored vehicles sped from all directions, ruthlessly crushing the vineyards surrounding the winery, creating an oppressive, suffocating sensation.

Fernando’s smile vanished, and his gentlemanly demeanor evaporated.

An alarm sounded through the earpiece.

Without needing orders, the nearby security staff rushed outside in unison.

Luo Long wasn’t someone unaccustomed to the world, but as he turned to look at the armored vehicles and threatening weaponry on the monitor screens, his mind went blank.

What’s happening?

Someone dares to attack the mafia here?

"Boom boom boom..."

Quickly.

Explosions and fierce gunfire sounded non-stop from outside.

This was no drill nor a movie.

Through the tumultuous and fierce gunfire, one could tell just how brutal the battle outside was.

Luo Long looked at Fernando, bewildered.

With a grave expression, Fernando squeezed out a smile.

True to his status as a senior mafia leader, he was composed amid danger, displaying the demeanor of a great general.

"It’s okay, this will be over soon."

Unperturbed, he even poured Luo Long a glass of wine.

Tremors in the ground caused ripples to form on the surface of the wine.

The sound of gunfire grew louder,

Signaling that the enemy was getting closer.

Luo Long had no idea what was happening, but for a notorious mafia organization like theirs, having enemy forces was hardly surprising.

Seeing that the gunfire had already reached the perimeter of the building, Luo Long grew restless, "Mr. Fernando, shall we withdraw first?"

A crafty rabbit has three burrows.

This vineyard surely had escape routes.

Fernando must have realized the direness of the situation, although his men were still fighting valiantly. But with the encroaching sounds getting nearer, the defenses seemed to be retreating step by step, and the outlook was grim.

He could no longer smile.

"We need to leave now or it will be too late!"

Luo Long stood up and shouted; he didn’t want to die here for no good reason.

Fernando’s face went through a series of changes, looking at the flushed and agitated Luo Han, listening to the encroaching gunfire, he finally stood up.

"Let’s go."

He led Luo Long into the vineyard.

All defensive forces had been deployed; the main building of the vineyard was completely empty.

No one isn’t afraid of death.

Luo Long, sweating profusely, didn’t bother to wipe it off, quickly followed Fernando through twists and turns, eventually arriving at an open-air platform.

There was a helicopter parked on the platform.

Its rotor was already spinning, producing a loud noise from the wind.

Luo Long breathed a sigh of relief, overjoyed, but before he could even smile, the ground shook violently beneath him.

A modified vehicle had broken through the defense line, crashing fiercely into the vineyard.

Walls burst apart.

The helicopter pilot gestured frantically.

Luo Long snapped back to reality, yelling loudly, "Get on quickly!"

The situation was critical.

Fernando and he moved fast against the strong resistance of the rotor’s draft towards the helicopter.

Fifteen meters.

Ten meters.

Eight meters.

The two got closer and closer to the cabin door.

But at that moment.

"Whoosh..."

A dazzling flame traced an inconceivable arc, precisely aiming for the helicopter that was about to take off.

"Boom!"

Luo Han, only a few steps away from the cabin door, only saw a huge explosion before him. In the blink of an eye, the helicopter that could have helped them escape was mercilessly engulfed.

The pilot, who had no time to react, was killed on the spot.

The forceful explosion surge spread outwards, lifting Luo Long and Fernando off their feet, and hurling them to the ground, battered and bleeding.

Gunfire continued unabated, only gradually weakening.

Lying on the ground, Luo Long’s consciousness blurred, his mind heavy and groggy, watching the burning helicopter, he struggled to lift his hand, completely unable to get up.

In Shenzhou, where he had roamed and dominated, perhaps he was finally experiencing the differences between domestic and international environments.

"Thud, thud, thud, thud..."

Heavy footsteps echoed.

Sounded like Martin boots.

Luo Long stretched out his hands with difficulty, turned over, lay on the ground like a worm, and mustered all his strength to crawl towards the helicopter.

"Boom!!!"

The fiercely burning helicopter exploded a second time, completely disintegrating; even the rotor blades fell off.

Luo Long’s eyes turned red, his hands weakly dropped down.