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 steadily closed in on the

machine guns, all of which were handled by skilled gunners. The barrels were aimed

Clomp, clomp, clomp.

the ground in unison echoed down the emptied

reverence among the masses. Jaime's little party

that overtook his body as he stumbled over his words, "U-Uncle Jaime... They actually came. Nathan Cross actually summoned

Jaime, too, was aghast.

forehead, he muttered in a trembling voice, "How is

that moment, a command vehicle

on top of the vehicle, dressed in full military uniform and bearing the Major

a military loudspeaker to his mouth and

In a blink of

jumped off the command vehicle and landed nimbly on his feet, his swift actions belying his age. He jogged briskly

strained smile on his face at the