Salute To The General

Chapter 1647

Timothy knew that he could not shirk his responsibility when something as grave as that took place under his supervision.

Not only would he lose his job this time, he might even be killed.

In a quivering voice, he pleaded, “General, I know there's no way to absolve myself from the blame. However, I sincerely ask you for a chance to redeem my mistake.”

Timothy knew he had screwed up big time.

He needed Nathan to put in some good words for him so that he could be granted a chance to redeem his mistake. Otherwise, he would definitely end up dying.

At first, Nathan was reluctant to accede to his request, considering that Timothy was a man on Boris' side.

something inspired him to change his mind in

effort in finding out the mastermind behind this ambush. Also, I want to know how they sneaked into our country

Timothy listened to Nathan, the more terrified he was, as he realized that the matter was much more complicated than met

they manage to make it past the border of the nation.Given that they were

laid down a set of stringent laws to regulate the ownership of weapons.So, someone must have been helping them to gather the weapons. That person must be an extraordinary one.Other than having a distinguished and powerful background, that person must have a feud with the General too. Otherwise, the person would have no reason to help a bunch of people who wanted

who did not see eye to

Mr. Davier were among the list of possible

was overwhelmed by how huge this entire matter could be. Goodness gracious, who could be the culprit? Could it be one of the wealthy families in the city, or could it be Mr. Tucker or Mr.

was one of the wealthy families in the city. However, it was a whole new ball game if either Mr. Tucker or Mr. Davier was

Timothy's anguished expression, Nathan knew what was holding

do it, I'll inform your superior officer about your intention to take charge of the investigation and nab everyone who's related to the case. If you don't think you're up for it, I won't say anything to your superior officer and he will

on pins and needles. With beads of sweat on his forehead, anxiety was written all over his face. “General, I..."