Chapter 717: Traps and Dover’s Perseverance [666+3]
Francisco suddenly woke up from his sleep. He had a nightmare that Alberto was killed by Christopher’s men.

For him, apart from Paul, Alberto was the only one who treated him the best, and he always treated Alberto as a relative.

He tried to stop Alberto from returning to Sumurri Island, but failed.

He was a man of principles, and no one could stop him from doing something he had decided on.

As he left, Francisco chatted with him and had only one request, to come back alive.

Alberto promised him, he has never disappointed anyone and he shouldn’t disappoint this time.

It was very late at night, and very quiet. He glanced at the luminous clock on the bedside. It was only a little past two in the morning, and there was still a long time before dawn.

Just as he was about to fall asleep again, he suddenly heard something. Was it the phone ringing?
There were people guarding outside the villa to make sure no one approached Francisco at night. After Alberto left, he paid more attention to his own safety.

So he was the only one in the house.

He was alone, so no one would remind him that the phone was ringing.

Francisco doesn’t have a telephone in his bedroom, but sometimes it wakes him up and he’s a little grumpy.

As long as he didn’t wake up naturally, he would be a little unhappy no matter how he woke up.

The house was large and seemed empty, which was a little scary for the seventeen-year-old Francisco.

He walked quickly, perhaps because he was afraid of the dark living room downstairs, or perhaps because he wanted to get the call earlier.

“This is the Pasretto family, I’m Francesco.”

“Mr. Francesco, I have something to inform you. A man named Alberto had an accident last night.”

“His body is now in the funeral home in the city. See when you have time to come and take him away.”

“In addition, you need to pay fifteen reas (a currency) a day for the cold storage to store the body, otherwise we can only put it in the aisle.”

“It’s already getting hot, and it’s going to stink soon.”

“This is our phone number. If you have any questions, you can contact us anytime, anywhere.”

“Mr. Francisco, are you still listening?”

“gentlemen?”

The voice coming from the receiver was full of confusion, “Anyway… that’s it.”

Soon there was only a busy tone, and Francisco sat on the sofa, his hands supporting his forehead, his face full of incredible grief and despair!
He threw away the phone and instead used his hands to stroke his hairline back, exuding a sense of depression.

In a hospital thousands of miles away, Christopher was lying on his side on the bed. The doctor had examined him and found that his shoulder blade was broken and he had just undergone surgery.

The effect of the painkillers had not yet worn off, and he didn’t seem to have any major limitations except that he couldn’t move his left shoulder and arm freely.

In front of him, the manager of the funeral home finished his phone call. He lay on his side on the bed and nodded, “Very good. During this time, someone will play the role of a staff member in the funeral home.”

“If this Francisco calls you and says he has arrived here, you must tell me immediately.”

“Keep him steady. It’s best to take him to the funeral home. Do you understand what I mean?”

The manager of the funeral home nodded cautiously, “Yes, Mr. Christopher, I know what you mean.”

“Let him come over here and catch him.”

Christopher nodded. “Very good. If you do well, I will reward you generously.”

The funeral home manager hunched over. “It’s my honor to be of service to you, Mr. Christopher.”

He asked tentatively, “My son…”

Christopher nodded, “I’ve already contacted him, and he’s exempted from military service.”

The funeral home manager almost knelt down to kowtow to Christopher!
The reason why he was willing to agree to Christopher’s request and contact Francisco was because his son was selected for military service.

The “living space” on Sumuli Island is not large enough, but that does not mean the population must be large.

It’s like a small house. It’s full not because there are too many people, but because the house is small.

Now that the war has broken out, if the Sumuli government wants to gain more benefits from the war, it must send troops to participate in this war.

Otherwise, why should others share with you some of the benefits they have worked so hard to obtain?

The Sumuli government initially planned to send 200,000 troops to assist in supporting the allies in the war.

The situation on the island is a little complicated. Except for the four major families and the men of the ruling privileged class who are willing to go to the front line, no one else is willing to participate in the war.

Not only will they themselves not participate in the war, but their family subordinates will not participate in the war either.

For example, although Mr. Leonardo advocated war, except for two nephews and about four or five grandchildren who joined the army and served as officers on the front line, everyone else stayed at home, and even the gang members under his family were not recruited.

What if these gang members are recruited, and the other three families discover that they are in a weakened state and take them down directly?
The four major families, as well as the ruling class and the privileged class, all had similar ideas, so the large group of adult men surrounding them were not within the scope of conscription.

In the end, the unlucky choice fell on ordinary people.

According to the latest law of the Sumuli government, every family with two adult males, or one adult male and one underage male or more, must register for conscription.

They would give priority to conscripting families with more than two males, and then those families with a “father-son” relationship.

The age range for conscription is from sixteen to forty-five, and this is only preliminary.

If the war doesn’t go well, it could be anywhere from fourteen to sixty years old.

The funeral home manager’s son was just in his early twenties. They were also registered as a conscription family and were selected in the random lottery.

This is like the sky falling for a family like this!
He didn’t know any powerful people, and he originally planned to go to the front line himself and let his son stay behind, but Christopher’s men found him.

He had no other demands and was willing to cooperate fully, but he had only one idea, which was to exempt his son from military service.

It was just a small matter for Christopher, solved with just one phone call.

He liked the feeling, people begging for his help, it made him feel elated.

He had seen this scene many years ago. In Paul’s office, those well-dressed people, who were considered big shots in some people’s eyes, stood in front of Paul like children who had done something wrong.

They lowered their heads and begged Paul for forgiveness or help, and then Paul bit his cigar, picked up the phone, and casually solved their problems.

That feeling…is satisfying!
After having the manager of the funeral home sent away, Christopher gradually fell into a coma.

He didn’t know how long he slept, but he was finally awakened by the pain.

The increasing pain was attacking his mental defenses. The increasing pain made him clench his fists, “Give me a shot of painkiller!”

He shouted to the nurse, and soon the doctor came. He checked Christopher’s condition and said, “Master Christopher, my personal advice is not to use painkillers.”

“Some medical institutions have recently proven that these special painkillers from the federal government can cause dependence.”

Christopher knew something about the situation. He used to steal the special medicines from Paul’s warehouse and sell them in exchange for a large amount of money for his own extravagance.

He thinks that those who are dependent on painkillers are useless. If it were him, he would never become dependent on painkillers.

And now he was in so much pain, the pain from the fracture made his whole body tremble.

“Stop talking, I know, that’s what I do, give me a shot, quick!”

The doctor wanted to persuade him again, after all, everyone had gotten through a broken bone this way.

Once the body starts to secrete some hormones and adapt to the pain, it will soon no longer hurt so much.

In just a few days, the pain will decrease significantly and reach an acceptable level.

“Fuck, don’t make me say that again!”

He glared at the doctor. It was really painful. It was not like there was no way to solve this problem, but he didn’t want to endure it!

The doctor could only take the distilled water and medicine bottle from the nurse, and after diluting the painkiller, he injected it into Christopher’s body.

Just like that… within twenty or thirty seconds, the impatience and fear of the pain on Christopher’s face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a comfortable relaxation.

“Look, couldn’t you have done this earlier?”

The doctor still warned, “These drugs have serious side effects…”

Christopher shook his head. “It just hurts a lot. I won’t fight you next time.”

“Do not worry!”

He had the doctor kicked out. There were obvious ways to avoid the pain, so why should he endure it himself?
And he didn’t think that he couldn’t resist these painkillers. They were just some painkillers. How could they be stronger than his will?

He was the man who overthrew the Pasletto family by his own strength!
Now his only thought is to kill Francisco, regain control of the Pasreto family, and even find a way to return to the Federation.

Although the old man Leonardo was not too bad to him, he was not very good to him either. They were just using each other.

Without a power that truly belongs to him, he will always be just a sojourner.

He wants to be a great hero, not a billboard for marrying into the Bianchi family!

“Francisco, don’t let me down!”

“Uncle Alberto who loves you the most is right here, you will definitely come, right?!”

(End of this chapter)