Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1646

“F*ck!”

Seeing that the Grim Reaper was killed, a leader of the mercenaries saw no reason not to attack Nathan. Immediately, he wielded the Desert Eagle pistol in his hand and fired away in Nathan's direction.

In response, Nathan glided sideways in agile and light movements to dodge the bullets.

Shockness was written all over the leader's face. How can that lad move even faster than bullets?

While he was still stuck in a trance, Nathan's figure materialized in front of him in a flash. The leader went wide-eyed with shock as he found what he just witnessed too unbelievable to be true.

In a movement as fast as lightning, Nathan lifted one of his feet.

Smack!

He landed his feet on the leader's head. All of a sudden, blood and flesh exploded as the leader's head became dented like a flattened basketball.

He was slayed by Nathan without even having the chance to scream.

Some of the mercenaries immediately aimed their guns at Nathan in an attempt to kill him.

Yet, they were quickly finished off by bullets hitting squarely on their heads.

Colin, the veteran marksman, as well as the Elite Eight arrived just in time to wipe them out.

With their deadly weapons in place, Colin and the Elite Eight rushed over to back Nathan up.

After several gunshots were heard, they eradicated the remaining mercenaries.

“General, the enemies have all been wiped out. We're safe for the time being,” Colin reported the situation to Nathan in a sonorous voice. Like the rest of the Elite Eight, he was slightly injured with two scratches on his arm.

It was fortunate that none of them was severely injured or perished in the battle.

Nathan nodded in approval. “We shouldn't let out guards down, so that we won't get caught off guard when we face another attack.”

“Yes!” Colin responded.

Just then, one of the Elite Eight officers dragged the Grim Reaper's body over. Pointing at a totem tattooed on the Grim Reaper's face, he pointed out, “General, the totem is the symbol of the

Armageddon. I suppose they are all mercenaries.

I'm screwed this time!

Timothy was the officer in charge of the security of the region. As the General faced such a severe attack there, there was no way Timothy could weasel out of bearing the responsibility of it.

In the worst case scenario, he might even be killed as the punishment.

Looking blanched, he barked his order at his subordinates agitatedly, “Cordon off this area and form a troop specially in charge of the General's safety! There's no room for mistakes! Also, find out the culprit who planned the ambush on the General in the shortest time possible! Find out the identities of the dead bodies here. I want to know how they sneaked into our city and how they got their hands on so

I"

many weapons!

His subordinates, who were all looking uptight and tense, responded frantically, “Yes, Sir!”

After getting the work done, Timothy trotted over to Nathan and asked in a trembling voice, “General, are you guys alright?”

In an emotionless voice, Nathan replied, “I'm alright, but I'm afraid you might not be as fortunate as me.”

Timothy's face ashened right away