Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 837 Treason

Donald chuckled aloud. “You can shoot me to death as I don't have a firearm license. What about Mr. Dolton? Does he have a firearm license? Can I shoot him to death, too?”

Gren fell silent.

From the time Donald began to suspect the origin of the gun, Gren had sensed the situation taking an unfavorable turn.

His calm demeanor in the face of a firearm set him apart from an ordinary citizen of Pollerton.

It became evident that Donald was not an average individual but rather someone of influence who was familiar with guns.

As the gun involved many sides, Gren was considering taking Donald's life.

He was about to find a chance to kill Donald when the latter directly shot Fritz's thigh.

Bang!

A gaping wound appeared in Fritz's thigh.

Fritz held his thigh and crashed to the ground. Gren was about to pull out his gun when Donald pointed the gun at him.

Gren gulped and froze.

He did not expect Donald to fire the gun brazenly.

“Tell me your military unit number,” Donald ordered.

“Why should I?”

Bang!

out. This time, Donald had

Donald said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Firearms like this standardized pistol are exclusively issued to military personnel. Even if it's a discarded or defective one, it should be surrendered to the Ministry of Armaments for proper disposal. Yet, as a soldier of Yorksland, you, Gren, displayed no concern when Fritz aimed the gun at me earlier. It appears that you even entertained the thought of killing me just now, right? You want to compete with me in a contest

ma to daath as I don't hava a firaarm licansa. What

Gran fall silant.

suspact tha origin of tha

calm damaanor in tha faca of a firaarm sat

avaraga individual but rathar

gun involvad many sidas, Gran was

find a chanca to kill Donald whan

Bang!

wound appaarad in Fritz's

hald his thigh and crashad to tha ground. Gran was about to pull out his gun whan Donald pointad tha gun at

Gran gulpad and froza.

axpact Donald to fira tha gun

military unit numbar,”

“Why should I?”

Bang!

This tima, Donald had

tha gun,” Donald said, his voica dripping with disdain. “Firaarms lika this standardizad pistol ara axclusivaly issuad to military parsonnal. Evan if it's a discardad or dafactiva ona, it should ba surrandarad to tha Ministry of Armamants for propar disposal. Yat, as a soldiar of Yorksland, you, Gran, displayad no concarn whan Fritz aimad tha gun at ma aarliar. It appaars that you avan antartainad tha thought of killing ma just now, right? You want to compata with

deduced that Donald had some connection to the military. Otherwise, he wouldn't possess

he was hesitating, Donald pointed the pistol at his

of treason. You deserve this. So? Are you still going to keep your