Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 2089

The Daviers were gathered in their living room. After exchanging pleasantries, Scout announced his departure.

Departure?

Clifford and the rest stared.

“Scout, this is your home,” Clifford said. “You've been abroad for so long, surely you'd like to experience comforts of home for a change?”

“That's right, Scout,” Valois said. “This is still your home. You wouldn't treat your family like strangers, would you?”

“Brothers.” Scout smiled. “This is not my intention.”

“I intend to teach Nathan a lesson.”

But like you ve pointed out, he's been using his wife to gain the favor of the Chief Military Governor. He relies on him for protection, so he can do whatever he wants and get away with it.”

“After I'm done with Nathan, it would undoubtedly trigger a very large reaction, as you know my style of being as loud and flamboyant as ever. I do not wish to bring any negative impact to our ancestral home.”

“By staying outside, upon killing Nathan, I'll be able to swiftly depart and go back to Ospea should the Chief Military Governor wish to pursue this matter.”

“And as for you, feel free to put the blame on me after I have departed. There's no need to pick a fight with the Chief Military Governor.”

“Brother, you've always acted rashly. And that is what sets you up for failure.” Clifford sighed.

“But twenty years later, you've become more rational. This plan is well thought out.”

“Alright. Scout, you can stay outside, but we're still a family. If there's anything I can do for you, let me know. As the Cabinet Secretary, my influence is still widespread.”

“All you have to do is take care of Nathan.”

“Yes, brother.” Scout smiled.

Flanked with a couple of men, Scout departed the Davier family residence.

Soon after, they pulled up at Islesbury Club.

Islesbury Club was owned by Mojo, one of Scout's friends.

It was the best spot in Brimmopolis for the city's elite to squander their wealth. The establishment was not frequented by just about anybody. Only movie stars, supermodels, university students, white-collar workers, and very attractive-looking teachers were seen here.

“I'm not here for drinks, Mojo.” Scout shook his head. “I've come to ask you about the thing we've talked about. How is that going?”

“I've done my investigation early on.” Mojo grinned. “Nathan's daughter is currently at summer camp. He, his wife, Penny, her cousin, Kylie, and their daughter, Queenie are residing at the Crystal Hotel.”

Scout nodded with satisfaction. Flicking the ash off his cigarette, he leaned backward to address his men. “Nathan is at the Crystal Hotel. Any volunteers to retrieve his head for me?”

Scout was a native in Eurasia, as were most of his loyal generals and lieutenants.

His personal army, the Fireknight Squad, comprised of veterans from the war in Ospea. Their existence were tales of legend.

A tall man stood up. He was pale and had mismatched, unfocused eyes. “Master Scout, I've heard of stories of the God of War from my days in Ospea. I've been itching to see it for myself.”

“Please grant me the honor of this mission. I will personally behead Nathan and show the world that the Fireknight Squad and Beacon Security are names to be feared as military experts.”

He was Vann Quade. An elite warrior of the Fireknight Squad, he had earned the nickname Bugbear by his enemies.

“Excellent! The mission is yours.” Scout nodded.