Della ... 2021 - 136 Mi...: Major Grom: Il Medico

Scenario one: I jump, I break my ankle, he slips through the sewer grate. Impossible. Scenario two: I wait for back-up. The Chief yells, the paperwork piles up, and another person dies. Not an option. Scenario three: The direct approach. Grom opened his eyes and leaped.

The city was screaming. A new shadow had emerged from the cracks of the prestigious medical district—a figure the tabloids were calling "The Surgeon." But this wasn't a man interested in healing. Major Grom: Il medico della ... 2021 - 136 mi...

The Doctor lunged with a speed that defied his clinical appearance. Grom ducked, the needle whistling past his ear. He countered with a heavy hook to the ribs, but the Doctor spun away, his movements fluid and rehearsed. Scenario one: I jump, I break my ankle,

As the sirens began to wail in the distance, Grom stepped back out into the rain. He pulled his damp cap lower. The city was still sick, maybe. But as long as he was on the beat, it wasn't going under the knife tonight. The Chief yells, the paperwork piles up, and

He crashed through a skylight of an abandoned clinic, glass shattering like diamonds. In the center of the room, under a flickering surgical lamp, stood a man in a pristine white coat, his face hidden behind a ceramic plague doctor mask that looked eerily like the one Igor had faced years before.

"St. Petersburg isn't a patient," Grom growled, stepping into the light. "And you're just another guy who thinks he’s special because he’s got a gimmick."

"The law is a blunt instrument, Major," the Doctor whispered, holding a silver needle that shimmered with a deadly neurotoxin. "I am the cure."