Tokyo Detective

Chapter 462 The Sicilian Trip Ends

As the Pacino family had predicted, armed helicopters began firing on the gangs outside the streets, their machine guns tearing flesh and shattering concrete like meteors.

The only light armored vehicle the gang used for the assault was a focus of attention. A Hellfire missile blew the entire vehicle into the air, scaring the gang into halting their attack.

The Pacino family’s former friend, the Brown Gang boss, looked at the rampaging helicopters in the sky with a vengeance.

"Damn it, we were so close, so close to wiping out the Pacino family."

A messenger ran over.

"Boss, they're demanding we continue the attack. They say two armed helicopters aren't enough to wipe us out. If we don't completely eliminate the Pacino family this time, no single power can withstand their retaliation. Everyone knows how ruthless Harry Pacino is."

The gang leader looked around at the battlefield-like surroundings, then at the command vehicle disguised as a bus in the distance, and finally gritted his teeth and ordered his men to move in.

"Go all out, and each of you will receive 3 euros afterwards."

"Yes."

"Go on."

The gang, which had just regained some morale thanks to money, was soon met with a devastating blow. An armored assault platoon emerged from the intersection, its heavy machine guns firing bullets as if they were free.

"bang bang bang bang"

In an instant, a large number of gang members who had just regrouped and were preparing to take action fell; the power of the heavy machine guns was considerable.

The crisscrossing bullets pierced through the car, and even the gangsters hiding in the bunkers were not spared.

The remaining gang members were horrified by what they saw. How could the military do such a thing in the city? They had hundreds of soldiers here.

Brown, the gang leader, watched helplessly as his command vehicle was destroyed by a shell. He finally despaired, but before he could give the order to retreat, a bullet pierced his heart.

One minute later, the machine guns stopped. In just one minute, six heavy machine guns fired 10,000 rounds of ammunition. Normally, Naoki Hanyu would not have made such an extravagant and wasteful move.

But things are different now. With the Pacino family's arms replenishment, he now has plenty of ammunition. After all, his weapons and Italian weapons are all part of the NATO system, and they can share ammunition. He can fill up the ammunition configurations of all the weapons in the system and still have some left over.

Naoki Hanyu couldn't help but sigh.

"We have never fought such a rich war before; now only the final objective remains."

The armored platoon stopped around the building, and one of the clones used a megaphone to speak to the people inside.

“Listen up, you people inside. We are the Italian military, and we demand that you all come out.”

Harry Pacino, who survived the ordeal, immediately planned to leave, but was stopped by Roberto Martinez.

"It's best not to go out now. We don't know the military's position outside. It's best to wait for other government personnel to arrive."

Harry Pacino thought about it and agreed, so he also shouted through a megaphone.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, we have many wounded people to take care of here, and we can't meet your requirements for the time being."

Naoki Hanyu sighed. He had originally wanted to conserve some ammunition, since the ammunition he had replenished did not include 105 or 155 caliber shells, but it did have a lot of explosives.

"Let's get started, we don't have much time left."

"Yes, everyone, get to work."

In the dim light, the guns of infantry fighting vehicles and tanks were aimed at the riddled buildings in front of them. At that moment, a number of gangsters were looking out through the windows, and Naoki Hanyu even saw Harry Pacino peering out the window.

"Boom boom boom"

A deafening cannon shot rang out, and in an instant, six explosions occurred throughout the building, instantly turning Harry Pacino, who was spying on the explosion, into pieces.

That wasn't all; the armored platoon fired a full 12 grenades before stopping, and the building even partially collapsed, a truly shocking sight.

Next, 10 clones carrying explosives and weapons entered the building, while Naoki Hanyu's main armored platoon continued to operate, with the clones handling the rest. They needed to leave before the real army arrived.

After the armored vehicle left, the 10 clones first planted explosives downstairs, and then carried out a thorough cleaning operation inside the building in pairs.

At this time, there were not many remaining gang members in the building, at most 30 or so. They were still scattered and disorganized, and gunshots and screams could be heard from time to time in the corridor.

Robert Martinez was hiding in the kitchen trash can. The stench made him want to vomit, but he had no choice but to hide there to survive.

Soon, a clone found the kitchen, and sure enough, it only opened the trash can lid, glanced inside, and left, which relieved Robert.

Unexpectedly, their internal power struggles and backstabbing ultimately led to their downfall at the hands of external forces.

Five minutes later, when Robert thought it was safe outside and was about to climb out, the building suddenly shook violently, and then the entire building collapsed. Robert was crushed to death by a rock. The trash can was made of plastic and could not provide any protection.

[Ding! Intentionally damaging private property has accumulated to 8 Stars of Sin.]

Naoki Hanyu was somewhat relieved by his decision to blow up the building in the end to eliminate any potential threats. This would just be enough to accumulate 8 stars of evil. He hadn't actually killed many people in the past few days, probably around 500. It seemed that a lot of valuable items inside the building had been destroyed.

"Leaving now is the most important thing."

The armored platoon quickly charged out of the northern district and plunged into the adjacent Favorita Park, Palermo's largest city park, covering approximately 400 hectares. It was built in the late 18th century by King Ferdinand III of the Bourbon dynasty and was once used as a royal hunting estate.

This area, usually a recreational spot for Palermo residents, was trampled by a train track, leaving behind traces of two people cleaning it up.

Soon after, when the Palermo government discovered that it could not contact the armored platoon and that even the armed helicopters overhead had disappeared, it quickly dispatched police into the northern district.

When the battlefield, which resembled a purgatory, came into view, littered with corpses and collapsed buildings.

The police were terrified. I estimate that more than two hundred people died.
That's too cruel.

As the news reached the mayor of Palermo, the somewhat nervous mayor sat back down in his seat, feeling utterly exhausted.

"What exactly happened? So many people have died, and what about that army?" The secretary didn't know how to answer. He realized something was wrong, but he dared not speak.

Just then, someone else came in.

"Mayor, the 31st Armored Battalion, Pinarolo Mechanized Brigade, has arrived in the city. Please give your orders."

"The first company? Right, quickly get them to contact the advance troops via communications."

The secretary stepped forward without hesitation.

"Mayor, I will ask him myself."

"Well, please."

The mayor knew his secretary was shrewd, so he knew exactly what questions to ask and what questions not to ask.

Unfortunately, his trusted secretary brought not good news, but bad news instead.

"It's bad, Mayor! The armored company says there's no advance force at all; they are the advance force!"

The mayor of Palermo turned pale instantly. Those people who swaggered into the city were either military personnel or terrorists. How did they manage to get their hands on armored vehicles and armed helicopters?

Oh no, I'm going to die.

Just then, the phone rang. It was the Sicilian District President calling. As soon as the call connected, the local tyrant on the other end asked in a deep voice.

"Barry, what exactly happened on your end?"

"Me, me, me."
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At 5 a.m., before the winter sky had even turned white, Malena was awakened from a light sleep by noises coming from the kitchen.

Is it a thief or a criminal?
Fear crept into her beautiful eyes; the events of the past few days were still vivid in her mind.

Malena quickly got out of bed. She couldn't afford to be weak. The man had been gone for days without a word, and she only found out he wasn't lying when she saw news about the Pacino family. Now she had to be as strong as she was before he appeared.

Malena picked up a pistol from the bedside table, and without even putting on her coat, she awkwardly walked out and came to the kitchen where she saw a figure rummaging through food.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot. Who are you?"

Naoki Hanyu turned his head and saw an extremely mature "older sister" in front of him. She had a plump belly that was only slightly smaller than Mai Fujiwara's, a sexy slender waist, a round and perky butt, and a pair of smooth, long legs.

All of this was faintly visible beneath her pajamas; she truly was a sexy bombshell.

Don't you remember me?

"you come back"

Before Malena could finish speaking, Naoki Yuzuru had already pinned her against the wall.

He slipped his wrists under her skirt and blocked her from finishing speaking.
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A moment later, Malena leaned against the man's chest, panting heavily, her voice barely audible.

"Have you finished that thing you mentioned?"

Naoki Hanyu nodded.

"Yes."

"How are they doing?"

Naoki Hanyu pinched the woman's chin and spoke in a deep voice that made her tremble.

"This isn't the time for such jarring talk, Malena. What kind of reward do you expect from me?"

Malena felt her rear armor being controlled, and then she saw the man's burning gaze.

"Everything"

Naoki Hanyu wasn't so gentle. First, the person in front of him was experienced, and second, the pent-up resentment from the killing had to be resolved, otherwise, keeping it buried in his heart might lead to psychological distortion.
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In the afternoon, Malena was busy in the kitchen wearing pajamas and an apron when a restless man hugged her from behind again.

Malena's expression gradually changed, and she finally slapped someone's hand away.

"We haven't eaten all day, don't cause trouble."

Naoki Hanyu said indifferently.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong."

Marlena brought dinner and placed it on the table.

Naoki Hanyu looked at the writhing figure behind him but didn't say anything. This woman was like a vise; an ordinary man would die.

Just then, the news broadcast on television caught their attention.

The president of the Sicily region appeared on the screen.

"This power outage was a turf war between local Sicilian gangs. Their actions had always been under government control, so the army was mobilized for a planned crackdown. The result was good: the Pacino family, the largest gang in Sicily, the second largest, the fourth largest, the fifth largest, and nearly ten other gangs were wiped out. There were seven civilian injuries and zero casualties."

At the end, the regional chairman said something that almost made Naoki Hanyu lose his composure.

"Let us thank the soldiers who quelled the unrest that day, and thank the Pinarolo Mechanized Brigade. This anti-gang and anti-crime operation has come to a successful conclusion."

Naoki Hanyu looked at the beautiful woman with a rosy complexion.

"I've discovered that your Sicilian district chairman is truly shameless; he makes me feel like I'm part of the regular army."

Malena rolled her eyes at the other person.

(End of this chapter)