Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 928

Jerry was dressed in a form-fitting white shirt and black pants, with a pale yellow vest on top. Paired with his naturally curly hair, he appeared elegant and gentlemanly.

Thus, the wicked smirk that curled his lips now seemed slightly unnerving. "Bill!"

The name had barely left his lips when Bill moved.

Crack!

He snapped Quinn's arm like a toothpick.

Quinn emitted a pained grunt, as shock and anger burned in him. He had not expected these men to have the guts to attack a policeman, and so ruthlessly too!

Fighting back the pain, he lifted his leg to kick Bill.

In response, Bill's leg flashed forward. His speed and strength were much greater than the policeman.

Crack!

Bill's kick landed on Quinn's right leg, breaking it.

With an agonized yell, he crumpled to the floor, unable to rise again.

The remaining three policemen finally snapped out of their daze, reaching forward for their guns.

With a cold laugh, Bill's fists darted out, each punch slamming into his opponents like boulders.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The three men collapsed to the floor with blood staining their faces, falling into a coma from their serious injuries.

Bill pushed open the door before gesturing for Jerry to head inside. In a respectful tone, he urged, "Please enter, sir."

Jerry glanced down at the struggling Quinn. With one arm and one leg broken, the policeman was no longer a threat. Smiling, he chirped, "Remember this... I'm Jerry Barton from the Barton family. Don't ever block my way again in the future."

With that being said, he raised his leg and stomped down.

Another crack sounded, as Quinn's other leg snapped.

Letting out another scream of pain, the poor man fell into a dead faint.