Salute To The General

Without saying anything else, Nathan quietly walked out of the interrogation room.

When Braydon saw Nathan exit, he instructed his subordinates to take Zion into remand before he personally escorted Nathan out. Alongside Colin and the Elite Eight, Nathan got into his car and left.

Braydon watched as Nathan's convoy vanished from view, and Sigurd could not help but mutter under his own breath, "That Nathan Cross is too bloody arrogant!" "Had you been in his position, you'd surely be much worse than him," Braydon replied calmly.

Though a little miffed at first, Sigurd suddenly perked up. "Zion may not end up in prison this time, but he did break the law after all. No matter what they decide to do with him, he'd surely be out of contention for the next election. Looks like our Mr. Holmes is destined to be the next president."

Casting his gaze in the direction where Nathan's convoy disappeared, Braydon shook his head. "I don't think we've really gotten it in the bag yet."

Sigurd's eyes widened in surprise. "Mr. Holmes' primary rival is none other than the cabinet secretary, Zion Lucas himself. Why wouldn't it be a gimme for him now that Zion is out of the picture?"

"Zion was considered Mr. Holmes' strongest opponent only because of the absence of Nathan from the race," replied Braydon in a low voice. "If Nathan decided to put his own name forward, with his stature as the Chief Military Governor, I can't see Mr. Holmes or the now dismissed Zion Lucas coming anywhere close."

"Wasn't Nathan himself the one who declared that he had no intention of running for president?" Sigurd asked.

That was met by Braydon's cold sneer. "Do you think that's up to him?

trust? There's such hollowness in

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to a squint. "I think we

they hoping to accomplish by getting on the wrong side

to

and even get elected as president, not only would their earlier efforts be for naught, but they would also have themselves an entire host of enemies to contend with. Under such circumstances, their future would be bleak,

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thing we are good at?

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if we should manage to find some dirt

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threw Sigurd into a wild

official after all. Nathan Cross is the

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