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.

ask who continued firing when he was dumbstruck upon turning

was already

Forces.

firing just now. Terrence's gunmen were

by them.

and Black Lady had a nasty

Cross's guardian, Franklin Wilson carrying out military exercises with

north?

so many

2000 soldiers from the Dragonfury Special Forces

were so immersed in attacking Nathan that they failed

through the crowd, using his powerful martial

at least one of

the alarming number, none of these

eyes as he led the troops of Special Forces to the

between Nathan

lieutenant asked in a low voice, "Should we

no need to. General doesn't

time. Let

had every

and strength,

the standard military

standard

easy, but it was the

combat experience from his years of battling influenced

to cause harm to the enemies, and

completely flawless.

Boom!

an opponent's face. The opponent didn't