Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 303

That afternoon, Penny left for work again after lunch.

Nathan chose to stay home and keep his daughter and parents-in-law company.

Suddenly, he received a call from Jack.

"Master, we're in trouble," Jack whispered weakly.

"What happened? Where's Thomas?" Nathan asked, slightly concerned.

"He's hurt!" Jack said in a raspy voice.

He proceeded to tell Nathan about everything that had just transpired. "Carl said that you'll have to meet him at the Eastern suburbs shooting arena alone by sunset, or else he's going to kill Thomas!"

"Understood,” Nathan said, frowning. "Take care of yourself and anyone who's injured.”

After hanging up, he made another call to Colin Dunne.

He relayed the situation to Colin Dunne

before saying, "I'm going to the Eastern suburbs. You take care of the rest."

After that, he hung up and drove out of his town alone.

The shooting arena in the Eastern suburbs was also known as the Sharpshooters' Club, and the boss of the arena was a man named Hunter Zinke.

There were already very few shooting arenas in the country, let alone those that allowed the use of live rounds.

The Eastern suburbs shooting arena only had the facilities for people to practice using a handgun, but it was one of a kind in the South.

That would not have been possible if not for Hunter's interesting background.

He was a follower of Carl and had managed to set up his shooting arena in Channing thanks to the Russo family's connections.

That boy Nathan wouldn't be able to survive a shower of bullets, would he?

"If he comes, kill him. If he doesn't, kill Thomas," he ordered Hunter.

"Yes, Mr. Russo!" Hunter yelled at the top of his lungs.

Carl left the scene soon after on his Maybach, his two sworn brothers trailing behind him. They sped off in the direction of the funeral parlor.

After the trio left, Hunter moved his gaze to Thomas. "Oh my, Thomas! I bet you never expected to fall from grace so suddenly, right? It doesn't matter if Nathan Cross comes or not. You're going to die today! Any last words?”

Thomas spat out a bloody wad of phlegm and snickered. "Hunter, you're going to suffer tonight."

Hunter's eyes widened. "What? I'm going to suffer tonight?"

"That's right. When my Master comes, you're all going to suffer," Thomas sneered again.