Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1840

Corey gritted his teeth, “How much does your master pay you? If you let me go, I will pay you a hundred years' worth of salary. You will immediately have more money than you can make by retirement. It's enough for you to relax and enjoy yourself in any corner of the world. So, how about it?”

Corey looked at Apocalypse anxiously who then burst into laughter.

When Corey saw that Apocalypse was laughing, he assumed he was tempted by the offer. Hence, he laughed together with him.

But, the moment he broke into a smile, Apocalypse raised his Uzi and pumped a couple of bullets into his chest.

Corey's body trembled violently as his chest was

blown to mush.

Lowering his head, he saw the gruesome remains of the bullet holes and looked back up at Apocalypse, “You...”

Before he could finish, he went limp and collapsed to the ground, dead.

Smirking, Apocalypse waved to his subordinates who handed him his phone.

Apocalypse took a few pictures of the scene before him and a few more of Corey's corpse, including close-ups of his face.

At that moment, a voice rang out from his walkie-talkie.

“Sir, a group of armed men is heading in our direction. They look like the General of the North's National Guards. The leader among them is Colin Dunne.”

Holding up their guns, the rest of the Demon Troopers looked toward Apocalypse.

Should we kill the approaching men?

After giving it some thought, Apocalypse sneered, “Although we have been looking forward to testing our strength against the North Army's elite, I'm afraid it won't happen today. We cannot expose ourselves and get our master in trouble. Pull back for now. We will have our fun next time.”

The moment Apocalypse gave the order, the demon troopers retreated.

With fluid movements, the men got back into their SUVs and Jeeps.

Apocalypse jumped onto a military truck and sat beside the driver. He barked into the walkie-talkie on his shoulders, “Let's get out of here.”

Within ten minutes of the Demon Troopers leaving, a couple of jeeps screeched to a stop.