Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1542

Just as Boris edged upon being overwhelmed with shock, he spotted the imposing figure of an illustrious general as he strode forth purposefully at the spearhead of an impressive contingent.

It was none other than Will Long, the Commander of the Capital Garrison himself.

Will bellowed at his charges, "Secure the grounds immediately. Disarm these bastards and shoot anyone who dares resist.”

"Sir, yes Sir!”

With a mass of firearms pointed at their temples, Gyrfalcon, Rohan, and their men had no choice but to lay down their own weapons, one after the other.

Will then proceeded to make his way inside the hotel.

Boris had not expected Will to show up with his men and subdue all of his own men in the process.

He slammed his fists on the table as he got to his feet, directing his fear, as well as rage towards Will, "Will Long, have you gone mad? Do you intend to usurp power and disrupt the chain of command?"

Will first bowed towards Nathan, then turned back to face Boris, unperturbed, "That, I would not venture to do. I merely seek to perform my duty."

Boris's anger was not allayed, "Upon whose orders are you acting? Since when has the Commander of Capital Garrison become Nathan Cross' lackey?”

Will maintained his dignified stance. "I am here on the orders of the President!”

The President!

That finally led Boris to simmer down.

Though he may be one of the ten elder statesman and someone who was widely considered to be the strongest candidate in line for the highest office in the land, he understood that he was not one who could afford to pit himself against President

Hansel Windsor at present.

Boris withheld his displeasure and queried, "And for what reason has President Windsor sent you here with your troops?"

Will whipped out his cellphone and proffered it to Boris, "Perhaps it would be better for the elder to ask the President himself."

Will was again unnerved by this latest sequence of events and hesitantly took the call.

He spoke tentatively into the phone, and from the other end came President Windsor's wizened yet authoritative voice, "Boris!"

Boris's body language visibly revealed his deference, "Yes, Mr. President, it is I."