Chapter 102: Emanuele Gets Shot


    Chapter 102: Emanuele Gets Shot


    After meeting with Evelyn and returning home, Isabe messaged Emanuele, sharing the details of


    her meeting today. However, she waited for a long time, but Emanuele didn''t reply.


    He had indeed been extremely busy recently, so busy that Isabe couldn''t reach him. But she


    asked Tony, and the answer was the same: Emanuele was caught up with something important.


    Isabe didn''t dwell on it anymore.


    Perhaps Emanuele was dealing with an urgent matter, and her constant messages might disrupt his


    work.


    At that moment, Emanuele was indeed involved in a critical mission. He wore an armored vest and


    crouched behind Frederick''s house. James led a group on the left side of the house, preparing to


    attack, while Phillip''s team was in charge of setting up explosives around the building.


    Emanuele checked all his guns, ensuring they had been fully loaded. He watched James'' convoy


    slowly driving towards the house where Frederick was located, while Phillip''s team was nting


    explosives around the premises. When Emanuele gave themand through his radio, they would


    detonate the bombs.


    "Get ready..." Emanuele said into the radio, slowly counting down with his subordinates.


    Momentster, with a loud bang, the door and one side of Frederick''s house were blown open. His


    guards scattered like rats, fleeing in every direction. Emanuele grabbed a machine gun and


    mercilessly opened fire on them.


    These men fell to the ground, blood seeping out of their wounds. Emanuele felt a tremendous


    sense of satisfaction in this living hell.


    Frederick, you never expected I''d bring hell right to your doorstep, did you? You killed my brother-in-


    law, my men. I will make you pay today.


    "If you find Frederick, don''t kill him. He must be dealt with by me," Emanuele instructed Phillip and


    James.


    Then he pulled the pin from a hand grenade and threw it at the group of guards who had been


    shooting at them.


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    Just as he did that, a shot rang out, and Emanuele felt a searing pain in his arm. The intense agony


    coursed through his arm, making it difficult for him to hold his gun steady. But Emanuele took a


    deep breath, trying to stay calm.


    He shot at the person who had hit him multiple times before dropping his machine gun and quickly


    switching to a pistol to continue the attack. Hate consumed his body; he knew he couldn''t back


    down. He was here for vengeance, to exterminate these wretched vermin and protect his family.


    Soon, Emanuele, James, and Phillip had cleared out the guards inside the house. But Frederick


    was nowhere to be found.


    Emanuele searched Frederick''s room and found it empty. James also searched all around but found


    no trace of Frederick.


    Looking at the huddled servants who were crying and begging for mercy, they didn''t seem like mafia


    members at all; they were just ordinary people.


    Upon seeing Emanuele approach, they fell to their knees, repeatedly kowtowing.


    "Spare us, please! We don''t know anything."


    "Where''s Frederick?" Emanuele asked.


    "We... we don''t know, maybe he''s already escaped."


    Escaped? Emanuele''s face turned dark and intimidating. He had surrounded the ce thoroughly,


    front and back, left and right. How could Frederick have escaped?


    At that moment, James called out, "Boss, there''s a hidden tunnel in Frederick''s room!"


    Emanuele immediately walked over and saw James lift the bed board, revealing an underground


    tunnel. Emanuele''s face turned even darker, realizing that Frederick must have fled when he


    sensed something was wrong.


    Damn it!


    Emanuele''s fist smashed fiercely into the nearby wall. His arm still had a gunshot wound, and the


    force caused it to start bleeding, appearing particrly frightening.


    "Boss, your wound needs treatment," Phillip said, looking concerned.


    Frederick''s men were well-trained, and although they were well-prepared, casualties were inevitable


    in the heat of battle.


    Emanuele nodded. Since there was no sign of Frederick here, he believed there was no purpose for


    him to stay.


    "So, how should we deal with these people?" James pointed his gun at the trembling servants.


    Emanuele nced at them, saying, "Lock them up for a few days and observe them. If they check


    out, release them. Maybe, we can get some information from them."


    He wouldn''t harm innocent people, but at the same time, he wouldn''t let any of Frederick''s


    henchmen go free. If these individuals were indeed hired by Frederick merely to look after him, he


    would release them. Otherwise, he''d eliminate them without mercy.


    Emanuele returned to the car, and Phillip helped stop the bleeding from his wound. "The bullet


    needs to be removed. I think we should go to the hospital."


    "If we go to the hospital, doctors might start asking questions. Let''s head back to Chicago; we''ll deal


    with it there."


    They were currently in New York, not Emanuele''s territory, and it wasn''t conducive to their


    operations. In Chicago, he had a private doctor who could handle such matters.


    "Alright," Phillip said, immediately driving the car toward the airport.


    ...


    These days, Isabe had been staying in, passing the time watching TV shows, movies, and


    ying games with Grazia. Although Isabe wanted to watch her favorite reality show, she was


    afraid it would make Grazia emotional, so she decided against it.


    Watching TV shows still had its charm, and she and Grazia could still make fun of the characters


    together and burst intoughter over the actions of those fictional characters.


    These were happy days without worries, but Isabe couldn''t help but worry about Emanuele. She


    didn''t know what he was doing right now, and it had been so long without a phone call or even a


    message from him.


    Late at night, while Isabey in bed, she heard her phone ringing.


    "Madam, Boss is back. Could youe downstairs and see him?" Tony''s voice came over the


    phone.


    Isabe immediately woke up, hastily putting on a coat over her pajamas before heading


    downstairs.


    There were many people downstairs, all of them Emanuele''s subordinates and her bodyguards. The


    air was heavy with the scent of blood.


    "What''s going on?" Isabe asked, her face tense.


    Phillip, upon seeing Isabeing downstairs, said, "He got shot in the arm. Madam, can you help


    remove the bullet?"


    They had also contacted their private doctor, but he would take some time to arrive. Thinking about


    Isabe being a doctor, they hoped she could give it a try.


    Isabe, seeing the fresh blood on Emanuele''s arm despite the makeshift bandage, felt a rush of


    panic. Even though they''d managed to stop the bleeding with a cloth, it was soaked red and looked


    particrly rming.


    The task of removing the bullet reminded Isabe of the first time she met Emanuele when she


    helped him extract a bullet. She never thought there would be a second time.


    Back then, Emanuele had been ruthless, like a devil, wanting to eliminate witnesses. Now, she was


    his wife. Isabe found it strange and fascinating.


    "I need alcohol, a towel, forceps, and some gauze. It''s even better if we have sutures," Isabe


    instructed Phillip.


    Phillip immediately went to find the supplies. Fortunately, due to Emanuele''s position, they had a


    complete medical kit at home. Phillip returned with the equipment, and when Isabe opened the


    kit, she was astonished to find that it contained everything one needed for a minor surgery.