Salute To The General

Chapter 405 Who Ever Resists Shall Die

Terrence Ortiz was the first to snap out of his shock. He roared angrily at Nathan Cross, "How dare you

kill Mr. Turner's righthand man!"

The surrounding 200 men gripped tightly onto their weapons as they prepared to fight.

Terrence's and Zucker's subordinates took out their pistols as well.

Zucker ordered, "Let's kill him!"

At that instance, a group of men dressed in black charged at Nathan Cross with their katanas.

About 10 of them raised their pistols and aimed at Nathan, waiting for the right moment to fire at him.

Nathan charged through the crowd swiftly.

Not only did the shooters fail to hit him, but they were also wounding their comrades.

As Nathan moved through the crowd, he struck at the men. His movement was as swift as lightning

and as fierce as thunder.

Wherever he went, his opponents would drop to the ground wailing in pain.

Terrence Ortiz was mortified to see his shooters hurting so many of their own. "Stop shooting; stop

shooting recklessly! You are fucking shooting at our own people!" He yelled madly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

However, not only did the gunshots not cease, but the sound of them also became more intense than

ever.

firing when he

the slaughterhouse was already surrounded by troops of heavily

Forces.

rifles were the ones firing

by them.

Zucker, and Black Lady had

carrying out military

north?

he manage to dispatch so many

the Dragonfury Special Forces

attacking Nathan that they failed

powerful martial arts

move he made caused at least one of

these men

his eyes as he led the troops

between Nathan

in a low voice, "Should

his head and responded flatly, "There's no need to. General doesn't need our help.

he's really mad this time. Let him vent

had every

won with his agility and strength, not with

was the standard

the standard

but it was the most

from his years of battling influenced his steady

able to cause harm to the enemies, and every step he

completely flawless.

Boom!

punched his fist at an opponent's face. The opponent didn't