Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 3391

Nathan's face darkened. He coldly asked, “What about him?”

Francis spoke softly with his head lowered. “He's currently undergoing treatment but doesn't look too good. “I'm worried that the sight of him may frighten you, Mr. Cross. Perhaps we should refrain from seeing him for now!”

Nathan's gaze fell on Francis.

Francis felt a chill run down his spine under Nathan's gaze and felt incredibly nervous.

Nathan slowly asked, “Will seeing him affect the treatment?”

Upon hearing that, Francis was taken aback, stammering, “Well... I don't think it's that serious.”

Nathan said indifferently, “Why avoid meeting him, then? Take me to see him immediately.”

Francis could only reply, “Yes!”

Moments later, Francis led Nathan to the deepest part of the research institute. There were several checkpoints, each with incredibly heavy titanium doors. They were also equipped with high-tech password locks. There was no way to get in without proper identification and authorization.

Moreover, soldiers dispatched from the Channing military district were also responsible for guarding and protecting the checkpoints.

Nathan slightly furrowed his eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

At last, they arrived at the deepest part of the research base, in front of a ward.

Strictly speaking, that was already a prison.

The room featured an ultra-thick bulletproof glass capable of withstanding the impact of a cannonball.

The door to the room was also half a meter thick, made of titanium, much like the prison meant for confining elites.

Nathan voiced his dissatisfaction. “Sevan is my subordinate and my friend. What do you think you're doing with him? Is this how you treat a sick person?”

Sevan was originally slumbering on the ground. When he seemed to detect Nathan's complex gaze, he abruptly sat up without warning, his eyes fierce as he looked towards the glass window.

At that moment, his eyes met with Nathan's.

His eyes, originally filled with murderous intent, froze upon meeting Nathan's gaze, full of pity, sadness, and guilt.

The murderous intent in his eyes gradually faded away. His eyes, once clouded with a desire for slaughter and a thirst for blood, slowly began to clear.

“Master?” He tried calling out.

His voice, captured by the sound detector in the room, was transmitted to the speaker outside. Nathan and the others could hear it loud and clear.

Francis, along with his adjutant and a few staff members nearby, couldn't help but show expressions of surprise.

Francis exclaimed in shock, “Ever since he stopped receiving blood, he gradually descended into madness. He doesn't recognize anyone anymore. All he sees in his eyes are slaughter and bloodshed. He actually becomes lucid after meeting you, Mr. Cross! It's truly unbelievable!”