Shadow Empire

Chapter 1101 Shoot His Mother's Balls

With a "beep," the operating room lights went out, and the people standing outside the operating room all stood up and spontaneously came out of the operating room.

The moment the operating room doors opened, Bob, the last one sitting, stood up.

Surrounded by many core members of his family, the doctor, seeing so many people in the corridor outside and their menacing demeanor, stood at the entrance to the operating room.

Bob glanced at his son, who immediately ordered everyone to disperse, leaving only Bob and his men behind.

"Everyone is concerned about Fran's condition, so... I hope you can understand."

The doctor could only nod, seemingly unable to say anything else. "Yes, I understand. Everyone hopes their loved ones can overcome death."

"So..." Bob pursed his lips, "Is he alright?"

The doctor was a little unsure how to begin, worried that telling the truth might offend Bob.

He didn't know who he was going to operate on at first. It wasn't until he started the surgery and had already opened his chest that the assistant from the hospital told him that the person he had opened his chest on was the city's underground emperor.

Fran Perez is a gang leader who holds a very high position in the federal underworld.

The surgeon didn't like dealing with these gangs. A former colleague of his had experienced something similar: he performed surgery on a high-ranking gang member, but the operation failed, and the ruthless gang members broke his hands.

This is absolutely fatal for surgeons, even more terrifying than killing them outright!
Their hard work and learning over the years, decades, have all been embodied in these hands. If they are ruined, it means that their lives will also be hopeless.

Later, his friend became an alcoholic, got divorced, and ultimately chose to jump off a cliff, ending his life.

From then on, the surgeon made a rule for himself: he would not perform surgery on gang members.

But he didn't expect that the hospital would deceive him. They only told him who the old man was after he had completed the pre-operative requirements.

Of course, this can also be seen as a form of respect, albeit limited respect.

He cursed everyone at the hospital in his mind, but still completed the surgery diligently. However, he didn't know how to answer the questions from these gang members.

His gaze lingered on Bob's face, observing his expression. Perhaps Bob noticed his worry, for Bob reassured him with a slight, barely perceptible smile, "We're not like those small fry. Whatever the outcome of the surgery, it has nothing to do with you."

"That's God's business!"

Perhaps it was those words that had an effect, or perhaps Bob did indeed give him the impression of being an important person, because the doctor said softly, "The surgery was relatively successful. The bullet tore through his right lung lobe as it rolled around inside him."

“I tried my best to preserve as much organ tissue as possible, but…”, he shook his head, “we ultimately decided during the operation to remove the entire right lung.”

The bullet entered near the left collarbone and exited from the right back, causing severe damage to the lung lobe.

If these areas are removed, then the lower half of the right lung will naturally be removed as well.

If Fran were a young man, in his teens or twenties, they might consider anastomosing the intact lung lobe with the remaining upper right lung lobe, which might help preserve more of its function.

However, this type of surgery is extremely difficult in this era, and Fran is very old; his recovery ability may not be sufficient to support him until he is fully recovered.

Ultimately, they chose to completely remove the right lung, so that at least for Fran, there would be no need to expend energy to repair that half of the damaged lung.

He only needs to focus his energy on repairing other wounds.

Bob frowned slightly as the doctor said these slightly unsettling things, but he continued to listen patiently.

"It's unlikely he'll wake up in a short time. Considering his advanced age, we actually hope he can remain in this coma."

"Pain and emotions won't drain his energy to deal with these things, allowing him to focus more on physical recovery."

"As for when he will wake up, it will probably be tomorrow."

Hearing this answer, Bob was actually somewhat disappointed. At this moment, he desperately hoped that the doctor would tell him that Fran would not wake up for a while.

This way, he could directly control the family's enormous power, and he liked the feeling of having that power in his hands.

“Thank you so much. When will he be fully recovered?” he asked another crucial question.

The doctor fell silent, a silence that clearly indicated the answer to the question might not be satisfactory, but for Bob, it seemed to be a good thing.

"Please tell me the truth, doctor."

The doctor shook his head slightly. "He can hardly recover to a normal state. When we removed his lung lobe, we found that he had a long history of smoking. The entire lung lobe was almost covered by tar. He will be more dependent on breathing than the average person."

"Now that he has lost half of his lungs and his energy expenditure has increased, even if his recovery is going well, he will still need to use a wheelchair and be on oxygen to have a relatively high quality of life."

"Things like exercise are no longer relevant to him. He can't even walk for 20 or 30 minutes or work for long periods of time."

Bob showed a hint of regret, but only he knew how pleased he was inside at that moment; perhaps this was a good choice after all.

He is still alive, but he has become a useless person.

He knew Fran well; as one of Fran's closest confidants, he knew exactly how fanatical the old man was about power and how selfish he was on this issue.

Even if it were Fran's own sons, if they revealed that they coveted or coveted the power in Fran's hands, Fran would take action against them.

It might involve some form of punishment, or it might mean sending them to a remote place so that they will never have anything to do with the power they hold in their hands again.

The more physically inconvenient an elderly person is, the less willing they are to let go of power, which ironically makes it easier for Bob to act.

As he spoke, he touched his pocket, took out a checkbook from his clothes pocket, signed the amount of five thousand dollars, and handed it over, saying, "Thank you for everything you can do for him. We are very grateful for your help."

The doctor initially wanted to refuse, but looking at the number, he suddenly realized that turning down the check didn't seem like a gentlemanly thing to do. Just as he hesitated, unsure of what to do, Bob slipped the check into his jacket pocket, patted it, and said, "Just call us if anything comes up, someone will handle it."

He shook hands with the doctor and said, "See you later."

Now, he needs to deal with the ongoing events outside.

The moment he turned around, his expression immediately turned serious, and his eyes revealed a ruthless and murderous intent.

So many years have passed, and this is the first time since the Perez family became one of the five great families of the Federation that someone has dared to attack them in the old city, right in their own stronghold!
As he walked outside, he asked, "How many people have been attacked so far? What about Peggy?"

Why haven't I seen him at all?

His son, who had been quickening his pace to keep up with him, heard him ask about Peggy and, after a few seconds of hesitation, said, "I heard that Peggy was attacked on her way back to the estate and has returned to God's embrace."

Even if he were God, he wouldn't survive being mowed down by two submachine guns at close range!
"How many of those who attacked us have been caught?"

His son didn't answer this time, remaining silent, which was very bad news. "Didn't we catch a single one?"

At this point, his son whispered, "They were very united, and it was clearly a premeditated attack. They ran away immediately after they succeeded, and we couldn't catch them at all."

Bob, who had already come out of the hospital, was so angry he laughed. "It sounds like a story made up by a three-year-old. When did the Perez family become so useless?"

The convoy slowly drove up from the side and finally stopped in front of him. He opened the car door, turned to look at his son and his assistants, and said, "Go and find out. I need to know in detail how many of us died and why we haven't received any news from the enemy."

"It's impossible for so many people to enter the old city without making a sound. Someone must have provided them with convenience and helped them hide."

"Go find him, find this person, and make him understand that betraying the glory of the old city will bring him a terrible price!"

After saying this, he got into the car, and the convoy quickly disappeared at the hospital entrance.

Bob was furious, even more furious than the fact that Fran was able to wake up after being attacked. The fact that they hadn't captured a single member of the Lance family meant that these people knew more about the city and about them than anyone had imagined!
So many people were right under their noses, yet they didn't notice them. What does that tell us?
This means that someone is working with the Lance family to target them!

Fake!

Upon returning to the manor, Bob immediately announced Fran's current injuries and told everyone that he would temporarily take charge of the family's affairs after Fran returned to power.

Although some people had reservations about his decision, they ultimately acquiesced.

Just as the Speaker of the House felt it was unreasonable for the Vice President to step in before the President in the event of an accident, they also felt it was unreasonable for Bob to step in first.

However, at this point, there seemed to be no other good solution. Although Fran's children were all quite old, they had never fully intervened in the core power structure of the family.

They may not be able to manage the family's daily affairs well, not to mention that they are now facing the formidable Lance family, which requires a leader with courage and ability.

Bob may not be the best, but he is the most suitable.

Half an hour later, the stunned Perez family finally came to their senses. They began to send out a large number of people to patrol the streets. Anyone they found to be acting strangely or who did not look like a good person would be arrested and interrogated.

Some uncooperative people are even beaten or taken away by them.

The police station's emergency lines were ringing off the hook. The bearded chief personally called Bob, his tone anything but polite: "What are you doing?"

Do you know how many people are calling the police to complain about your misconduct?

“Bob, this is not your city, this is a federal government city. If you continue like this, I can’t guarantee that I will have my men start arresting your troublemakers.”

Bob was also furious. A nobody he had never taken seriously before dared to make "demands" of him, so he immediately embarrassed the bearded bureau chief.

"Who do you think you are, to presume to make demands of me?"

Before the bearded bureau chief could say anything, he hung up the phone.

In his view, the bearded police chief, the old city police chief, was ultimately just a minor figure whom the mayor could dispose of at will.

The Perez family and the mayor have more than just ordinary friendships; they also have very close ties of interest.

It can be said that apart from the mayor's parents giving him life, which is an immense favor, there is no other family in the world that could repay him with such kindness.

Everything else he owns now is related to the Perez family, and he cannot possibly side with someone else to oppose them.

With just one phone call from him, the bearded bureau chief would be suspended, so he didn't take such a minor character seriously at all.

Everyone wants to be valued and respected, and the bearded bureau chief was no exception. After hanging up the phone, his expression turned extremely ugly. This behavior of slapping his face on the ground and spitting on him in front of him fueled his anger!
From his personal perspective, he also hoped that Lance would win this gang war.

He had heard that Lance was very generous to his own people and friends, and he would much rather have a friend like Mr. Lance White than an arrogant bastard like the Perez family.

He hung up the phone, fumed for a moment, then picked it up again. "Send out more officers. Arrest the Perez family if they cause any trouble!"

"what?"

"Resist?"

"They've all fucking assaulted police officers, and you're asking me what to do?"

"Aren't you going to fight back?"

"Draw the pistol from your waistband and pull the trigger on them, shoot them in the balls!"

(End of this chapter)