Salute To The General

Chapter 962 A Phone Call

Anxiety roiling in his stomach, Jaime turned to his deputy and voiced the question on everyone's minds, "What happened? Why's the siren blaring in the middle of the night? Has a drill been arranged for Channing recently?"

The deputy was in the dark as well. Perplexity apparent on his face, he answered, "Not to my knowledge. According to the norm, we, the Armed Forces, would be the first to know about an air force training drill if it has been scheduled."

Jaime's face flushed with anger and bewilderment. "If that's the case, what set the siren off? Did the people in charge mess up and trigger it by accident, or are we in the midst of an emergency?"

The deputy hurriedly replied, ‘Til call the mayor's office to find out what's going on..."

Before he could make the call to grasp the situation, two fighter aircraft of the latest model appeared in the sky overhead. Both fighter jets were flying at a low altitude. The roar of their engines was deafening as they passed over the crowd. Following closely behind was the tut-tut-tut of chopper blades cutting through the air.

In the distance, the blinking lights of military helicopters speckled the night sky with flecks of white. A swarm of helicopters rose above the skyline and headed towards Riverside like a cloud of doom.

Vroom!

at Riverside. Main guns at the ready, the tanks

were tens of armored jeeps equipped with high-speed machine guns, all of which were handled by skilled gunners. The barrels were aimed at Jaime and his soldiers, ready to shoot at

Clomp, clomp, clomp.

hitting the ground in unison echoed down the emptied roads as droves of soldiers wielding

awe and reverence among the masses. Jaime's little party was no exception. Wide-eyed

over his words, "U-Uncle Jaime... They actually came. Nathan Cross

Jaime, too, was aghast.

perspiration beading his forehead, he muttered

a command vehicle

man stood on top of the vehicle, dressed in full military uniform and bearing the Major General's

brought a military loudspeaker to his mouth

with trained precision and agility. In a blink of an eye,

landed nimbly on his feet, his swift actions belying his age. He jogged briskly

plastered a strained smile on his face at the sight of Franklin and moved to