Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 890

At a military base in the remote countryside of Johnstone City.

Dressed in a colonel's uniform, Harold Harvey strode out of the barracks with thirty of his men.

All the soldiers who caught sight of him stopped in their tracks to give him a crisp salute.

Although he was only a colonel - not a particularly high rank - he was Captain of the National Guards for General Ziegler. Most days, he could be seen shadowing the commander-in-chief and was practically his right-hand man.

Not only that, but he had also become a favorite of the General because of his combat skills. Whether it was marksmanship or fighting skills, he was considered to be the best among the soldiers. That was why everyone awarded him a considerable amount of respect.

Climbing agilely into the passenger seat of a military truck, Harold commanded the driver, "To Johnstone Hotel."

At the back, his men piled into the truck before sitting down in two rows across from each other.

When they were done, the truck roared out of the gates like some metal beast.

At the entrance to Johnstone Hotel, Nathan, Penny, Kylie, and Colin were waving goodbye to Johann and the others.

Smiling and with a wave of his hand, Nathan said, "Gentlemen, you've already escorted us from the restaurant all the way back here. We're going back to our rooms to rest now, so you should hurry on home, too!"

Johann and his entourage nodded before preparing to leave in their cars.

At that moment, a military truck appeared at the far end of the street. Like a rampaging animal, it completely ignored the red traffic light and charged toward Johnstone Hotel.

When Johann and the rest realized the truck was barreling towards them, their faces fell in shock and fear.

Somebody even moved in front of Johann to protect him, yelling, "Protect the Mayor!"

However, the driver slammed on the brakes when the truck was ten meters away from the stunned group.

Screeeeech!

Less than two meters away, the truck finally came to a halt, leaving two trails of tire marks on the road.

Moving forward, Dean bellowed in anger, "Who are you? What kind of driving is that? Get out here right now!"

There was a flicker before Harold jumped down from the cab that was nearly two meters above the ground.

He narrowed his eyes at Dean. "You dare order me?"

By this point, Harold's men had exited the truck and were arrayed behind him.

Disregarding Johann, Harold stalked toward Nathan with his men following him. "You're Nathan Cross?" he asked with a

sneer.

Just by looking at their uniforms, Nathan could tell these men were from the West Army.

Nathan quirked his lips in a smile. "Yeah."

Narrowing his eyes, Harold uttered coldly,

"Good, then we have the right person. Men, arrest him!"

"Arrest me? Your rank is too low for that!” Nathan commented.

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