Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 2922

Outside the bar was a host of police vehicles, and from them, a group of Ariarican officers alighted.

Haskell and Erin led them to the entrance of the bar and pointed toward the inside. “Come. It's this way.”

Unexpectedly, the police sergeant stopped them both in their tracks. “All right. We'll take over from here. Neither of you will be allowed to enter this premise anymore.”

That took Haskell and Erin aback.

What left them even more bewildered was that the sergeant did not even attempt to enter the bar himself to investigate. Instead, he ordered his subordinates to have the bar cordoned off and then stand by to await further instructions.

A few minutes later, two black helicopters suddenly roared in.

As soon as the helicopters set themselves down, a team of black-clad personnel jumped off them.

These strapping men in black were as cold and expressionless as the devil's minions.

What was particularly noteworthy about every one of these black-clad individuals was the same triangle tattoo that adorned all of their necks. It seemed to mark them as members of a certain mysterious organization.

That team was led by a lean and tall, middle-aged brunette man with keen eyes and a hooked nose. He looked to be someone who might be pretty competent in a fight.

Clad in a black coat and holding a flask of whiskey in hand, the man reeked of alcohol like a hungover drunkard.

Haskell and Erin noticed that the man's eyes were blue, and he bore the same black triangle tattoo on his neck, just like the rest of those who were with him.

His arrival prompted the police sergeant to stand to attention straightaway. “Sir!”

Approaching with his subordinates in tow, Cerulean raised his flask and took two gulps from it before he waved the sergeant away. “This place will now be under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly City Secret Service, so the rest of you may bugger off now.”

“Understood!” replied the sergeant.

Having been told to withdraw, Haskell and Erin had no choice but to leave.

Cerulean then said to his subordinates, “Comb this place carefully. I want to know whether Garm has passed through here.”

Behind him, his black-clad subordinates replied unanimously and in the affirmative, “Sir, yes sir!”

First taken aback, Cerulean then broke into a smile. “This is most intriguing! I suppose that our Garm must have been following some powerful fighter around after he was broken out from the Ghost Ship's cell. Not only that, it seems to me that he has gone on a killing spree right here alongside that individual, taking out humans and vampires alike.”

“The person who stormed the Ghost Ship was Nathan Cross!” the black-clad subordinate added helpfully. “Could it be that Garm is now with Nathan and that Nathan has not managed to exit our borders yet?”

That put a smile on Cerulean's lips. “We share the same conjecture, you and I. Garm, who we've been trying for a long time to tame but have yet to fully succeed, must be with Nathan.”

The subordinate appeared a little unnerved. “Could it be that Garm has chosen to follow Nathan as his master?”

“So what?” Cerulean replied insouciantly. “Being the ones who trained Garm, we have hundreds of ways by which to command him. The fact that Nathan is together with Garm makes things even better for us. Now, all we have to do is simply chase them down and issue Garm the command. Then, Garm will deal with Nathan for us. That would allow us to kill two birds with one stone.”

“That's brilliant thinking, Sir!” his subordinate quipped in delight.

Cerulean eyeballed his underling before he responded impassively, “You know, if I were you, I'd hurry along and do my damndest to track down Garm's and Nathan's whereabouts instead of standing around here trying to suck up to me!”

The black-uniformed subordinate suddenly felt sweat beading on his forehead. “I'll get on it right away!” he promptly said.