Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 306

Carl furrowed his eyebrows. "How could he mess this up? Does Nathan Cross have anything to do with this?"

"The culprits of the tragedy had been a mystery for the longest time. Even if Nathan Cross investigated him, he wouldn't have found out about it so quickly," Yoel said.

"That sounds right. The police must have investigated the case for a long time and have already determined the culprit to be Hunter, so their operation today might have been a coincidence," added Fabian.

Carl nodded profusely at his sworn brothers' words.

The case must have been under investigation by the police for ages, so there was no way Nathan could be involved.

"What a lucky streak they had! How did they escape such a perfect death trap?" he growled.

Yoel glanced at the urn in his hands. "Big Brother, your family in Alberesque is still waiting for your daughter's ashes. What are we going to do?"

Before Carl could say anything, Fabian lowered his voice and whispered, "Take her back to Alberesque. I'll deal with Nathan Cross."

"Are you sure?" Carl asked, visibly reluctant to leave Fabian alone in Channing.

Fabian felt indignant. "What are you talking about, Big Brother? I'm a seasoned fighter. I've ended countless lives before, and Nathan Cross would just be another person added to my body count."

"Count me in too, Mr. Russo!” Joseph chirped. "With my brains and Mr. Howard's brawn, we would be an invincible force in Channing. Killing Nathan Cross would be an easy task. Rest assured, Mr. Russo!"

Carl looked at the two of them and smiled. "Alright then, I'll send Shannon's ashes back to Alberesque with Yoel to give her a proper burial. I'll be back in a few days, so in the meantime, just keep an eye on

Nathan Cross. Don't do anything rash until I come back."

"Yes, Sir!" Fabian and Joseph chorused.

However, Fabian was feeling rather impatient. Why would I need to wait for Big Brother and Yoel to come back? Nathan Cross is nothing compared to me!

The roads were rather congested since it was the evening rush hour. By the time they got to Channing International Airport, they were already five minutes late.

At the entrance of the airport, a middle-aged couple in fashionable clothes stood by the doors, displeasure evident in their eyes.

The couple was none other than Kylie' parents - Hank and Prudence Tonkins.

Hank turned to his wife and huffed, "Why isn't your sister's family here yet? The airport's service is horrendous, the scenery here is revolting, and everyone here lives like beggars! They're a whole five minutes late!"

Prudence was equally annoyed. "My sister insisted on marrying that useless man all those years back, despite my parents' refusal. I bet they're coming on a bus to pick us up!"

Hank sneered. "I wouldn't ever set foot in this place if not for our daughter. I hate dealing with beggars!"

"Of course! If not for Kylie, I wouldn't want to see them ever again," Prudence said.