Chapter 720

Francisco woke up from his dream violently. He had a nightmare, dreaming that Alberto was killed by Christopher's people.

For him, except for Paul, only Alberto was best to him. He had always regarded Alberto as a relative.

He had stopped Alberto from returning to Sumuli Island, but failed.

That is a person with principles. Once he decides on something, no one can stop him.

When he left, Francisco chatted with him, with only one requirement, come back alive.

Alberto promised him. He never let anyone down, and this time should be no exception.

The night is very deep, very quiet. He glanced at the luminous clock on the bedside. It is only two o'clock in the middle of the night, and there is still a considerable amount of time before dawn.

Just when he was about to enter the dreamland again, he suddenly heard something. Is the phone ringing?

Someone is guarding the night outside the villa to ensure that no one will approach Francisco at night. After Alberto left, he paid more attention to his safety.

So he was the only one in the whole house.

Only he was alone, so no one would remind him that the phone rang.

There is no phone in Francisco's bedroom. Sometimes the phone would wake him up, and he had a bit of morning temper.

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

The house is very big and looks empty. For seventeen-year-old Francisco, it is a bit terrifying.

His pace is fast. It may be because of the fear of the pitch-black living room downstairs, or it may be to answer the phone earlier.

"This is the Pasreto family, I am Francisco."

"Mr. Francisco, there is something I have to notify you. A gentleman named Alberto had an accident last night."

"His remains are now in... the funeral home in the city. You see when you have time to come over and transport him away."

"In addition, you need to pay fifteen Reals (a currency) of morgue fees for the cold storage every day, otherwise we can only put it in the aisle."

"The weather has become hot, and it will soon smell."

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

"Mr. Francisco, are you still listening?"

"Sir?"

The voice coming from the receiver was full of confusion, "In short... that's it."

Soon only the busy tone remained. Francisco sat on the sofa, his hands supporting his forehead, his face full of unbelievable grief and despair!

He threw away the phone, changed to stroking his hair back with both hands along the hairline, and the whole person exuded a depressed taste.

In a hospital thousands of miles away, Christopher lay on his side on the hospital bed. The doctor had already checked him. His scapula was fractured, and the surgery had just been completed.

The effect of the painkiller had not passed yet. He looked like he had no major restrictions except that his left shoulder and arm could not be moved at will.

In front of him, the manager of the funeral home finished the call and nodded while lying on his side on the bed, "Very good, during this time someone will play the role of staff in the funeral home."

"If this Francisco calls you and says he has arrived here, you must tell me in time."

"Stabilize him, it is best to let him go to the funeral home. Do you understand what I said?"

The funeral home manager nodded very carefully, "Yes, Mr. Christopher, I know what you mean."

"Let him come over, and then catch him."

Christopher nodded, "Very good, if you do well, I will not be stingy with rewards."

The funeral home manager hunched his waist, "It is my honor to serve you, Mr. Christopher."

He said and tentatively asked, "My son over there..."

Christopher nodded, "I have already contacted, he is exempt 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 take the initiative to contact Francisco was because his son was selected for military service.

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

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

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

Otherwise, why would people share the benefits they worked hard to get with you?

The Sumuli government initially planned to send 200,000 troops to assist and support the war of allies.

The situation on the island is a bit complicated. Except for the four major families and the male members of the ruling privileged class who are willing to go to the front line, others are unwilling to participate in the war.

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

For example, although Mr. Leonardo advocates war, except for two nephews and about four or five grandchildren who joined the army and served as officers to the front line. Others still stayed at home, and even the gang members under the family were not conscripted.

What if these gang members were conscripted, and the other three major families found that they were in a weak state now and took them down directly?

The four major families, as well as those ruling classes and privileged classes, have similar ideas, so the large group of adult males existing around them are also not within the scope of conscription.

In the end, this unlucky candidate fell on ordinary people.

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

They will prioritize selecting families with more than two males for conscription, and then those families with "father-son" relationships for conscription.

The age group for conscription is from sixteen to forty-five, which is just preliminary.

If the war does not go well, it may be from fourteen to sixty.

The funeral home manager's son is just over twenty years old. They were also registered as a conscription family, and they were drawn when randomly selecting.

This is like the sky falling for such a family!

He didn't know any powerful big shots. Originally, he planned to go to the front line himself and let his son stay, but Christopher's people found him.

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

This is just a small matter for Christopher, solved by a phone call.

!

He likes this feeling. People beg for his help, which gives him a feeling of floating.

Many years ago, he had seen this scene in Paul's office. Those big shots who were dressed brightly and in the eyes of some people stood in front of Paul like children who made mistakes.

They lowered their heads, begging for Paul's forgiveness or help, and then Paul bit his cigar, picked up the phone, and solved their troubles casually.

That feeling... makes people satisfied!

After sending away the funeral home manager, Christopher also gradually fell into a coma.

I don't know how long he slept, but he was finally woken up by pain.

The increasing pain is attacking his mental defense line. The pain after the fracture made him clench his fists, "Give me a shot of painkiller!"

He shouted at the nurse, and soon the doctor came. He checked Christopher's situation, "Young Master Christopher, my personal suggestion is not to use painkillers."

"Recently, some medical institutions have proven that these special painkillers from the Federation will produce dependence."

Christopher knew some situations. He used to steal the special medicine from Paul's warehouse and sell it to exchange for a large amount of funds for his dissipation.

He felt that those who became dependent on painkillers were all waste. If it were him, he would absolutely not become dependent on painkillers.

And now he is too painful. This pain after the fracture made his whole body tremble.

"Stop talking, I know, I just do this, give me a shot, hurry up!"

The doctor still intended to persuade him again. After all, everyone carried it over like this after the fracture.

Wait for the body to start secreting some hormones and adapt to these pains, and soon it won't be so painful.

It only takes a few days, the feeling of pain will drop significantly, and then to an acceptable level.

"Fuck, don't let me say it again!"

He glared at the doctor. It's really too painful, and it's not that there is no way to solve this problem. He doesn't want to endure it!

The doctor could only take distilled water and medicine bottles from the nurse's hand, and after the painkiller was diluted, it was injected into Christopher's body.

Just... twenty or thirty seconds, the impatience and fear of pain on Christopher's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a comfortable stretch.

"Look, wouldn't it be fine if you did this earlier?"

The doctor still urged, "The side effects of these drugs are very large..."

Christopher shook his head, "I'm just too painful, I won't hit it next time."

"Rest assured!"

He asked people to drive the doctor out. Since there is a way not to endure pain, why endure it yourself?

And he doesn't think he can't fight these painkillers. It's just some painkillers, can it be stronger than his will?

He is the man who overturned the Pasreto family by his own power!

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 is not too bad to him, he is not too good either. Everyone is just using each other.

Without real power of his own, he will always just be a lodger.

He wants to be an amazing hero, not an advertising board that marries into the Bianchi family!

"Francisco, don't let me down!"

"Your most beloved Uncle Alberto is here, you will definitely come, right?!"

(End of chapter)