Salute To The General

Chapter 1839



As the sun began to set, it's crimson light flooded the sky.

A couple of military SUVs headed south under the glistening light of the sunset.

Far behind the convoy in the rear-view mirror was Brimmopolis.

Inside the vehicle at the center of the convoy, Corey was sitting in the back seat. His body jerked along with how the SUV was swaying on the road. Meanwhile, he was feeling depressed.

Roy, the captain of his security team consoled him, "Mr. Lucas, don't feel down. Your departure from Brimmopolis is just temporary."

"One month later, when Mr. Lucas is elected the new President, you will then be treated like a prince."

"By then, you can return to Brimmopolis gloriously. The Lucas family will be the most important family in the country and no one will dare disrespect you anymore."

Having heard those words, Corey couldn't help but smile as that was what he was anticipating.

Everything he did was solely to increase the odds of his father becoming the new President. As long as he could endure one more month for Zion to ascend the position, everything would turn in their favor.

Corey's face was filled with anticipation at the thought of his dad becoming the President and he implicitly becoming the "prince".

Boom! Suddenly, the two front-most vehicles in the convoy were blown away in a deafening explosion.

he was in was overturned

both shocked and furious.

be heard from Roy's walkie-talkie. The other bodyguards were yelling at the top of their lungs, "Ambush! Ambush! We

changed drastically when he heard

eyes widened as he barked, "Get out

kicked open the door and scrambled out

same time, the bodyguards from the other three vehicles behind them alighted with their weapons locked and

subordinates exited their vehicles,

Bang! Bang! Bang!

their bodies

group of tall mysterious ra men, in black jackets and combat boots, gradually approached with sub-machine guns

packets and combat

was a man that

meters tall and had

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he had tanned skin, high cheekbones, thick lips, and looked

his hand, he strode forward to check on the

dead would have their death sealed with a rattle of

his subordinates

who

his