Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 989

Jackie gasped for air feebly, eyes bulging from their sockets. His feet struggled impotently as Nathan's hand retained its vice-like grip around his neck. He knew he would die soon.

Nathan released his grip on Jackie's neck, tossing him aside casually. Jackie landed with a hard thud in front of the prison cell.

Nathan's voice was cool. "Now, take out the keys and unlock the door."

Massaging his throat, Jackie gulped down lungful of air greedily. His voice was a feeble whisper of what it had been. "1-1... did not bring the keys.”

That was a lie. The keys were actually with him, but he was stalling for time.

There were thousands of other guards in his prison. It would not take too long for an alert to be raised, and he was banking on the arrival of more reinforcements.

Nathan saw through the ploy almost immediately and felt disgusted by the sight of the pathetic warden. He knew he had to act quickly. Gripping the iron bars of the cell door tightly, he inhaled and started to exert pressure slowly.

In the dead silence of the deepest parts of the prison, the screeching of metal being forced out of shape was unbearably loud.

Taking a step backward, Nathan regarded the results of his handiwork. The durable iron bars of the prison cell pried wider from his sheer force.

Jackie just stared and gaped in soundless surprise. Terror overtook him, and he inhaled sharply.

This crazy man had pried the iron bars of the cell open with his bare hands!

Was he even human? Or was he some ancient beast that had raw strength beyond imagination?

Jackie was not alone in his shock.

Penny and Grace were staring with wide eyes at the impossible feat that had just been performed before them, identical looks of disbelief on both of their faces.

Grace—or as she was otherwise known, Professor Quin—was even seized by the sudden urge to abduct Nathan and run scientific tests on such a never-before-seen specimen.

She was more than keen to get to the bottom of Nathan's biology—whether he was human or not.

An unfazed Nathan just looked at Penny and Grace, who were still frozen in shock. His voice was mild. "Stop staring, and let's get going."

Penny snapped out of her shock and quickly scrambled out of the cell.

Grace followed suit, although her expression still held a few shades of worry. "Mr. Cross, I understand you are impossibly strong and skilled, but I do have to ask: What hope do we actually have of escaping this place? We're in Volk, and inside one of their most notorious military prisons, no less. With all the formidable defenses set around this

prison, it seems impossible."

Grace's worry seemed to have bled over to Penny. Looking at Nathan, she said, "Grace is right. Even if we escape the prison, the whole city will be hunting for us. Can we really get out of this situation?"

Crack!

The crushing impact was enough to make the guards' eyes vibrate in their sockets. Their eyes rolled simultaneously as they crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Their guns clattered out of their hands unceremoniously.

Heart hammering furiously at the terrifying sight, Jackie considered his current options. Nathan had ignored him since William appeared. He could possibly get up and lunge at Penny and Grace, taking them hostage.

But before he could even move a hair, Nathan's voice sounded by his ear. "Kindly stay where you are, Mr. Warden. I'd hate for you to throw away your life because of your own stupidity.”

Jackie was terrified when he heard the faint amusement in Nathan's voice.

But the fact that Nathan could deduce exactly what he had been thinking about was almost driving him to the end of his rope.

His eyes darted towards Nathan's back, across all of his unconscious guards lying on the floor, then finally landed on the iron bars of the prison cell that Nathan had bent with his bare hands.

He swallowed thickly and chose to stay put. The risk was too high. For all he knew, Nathan was capable of killing him with a single strike.

At this point, William was stumbling backward gracelessly as Nathan stalked slowly in his direction. His face was contorted in a mask of terror that all the bluster in his loud voice could not conceal. "Y-you—what are you going to do to me? Do you know who I am? I'm the heir apparent of Eagleland! If you even touch a single hair on my head, my people will hunt you to the ends of the world!"

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