The Legendary Man novel Chapter 962

The Legendary Man Chapter 962-Although a missile vehicle sounded like nothing special, in truth, it was a heavy hitter among a country’s weapons. Pairing short-range missiles with a damage radius of less than a thousand kilometers, in particular, with such missile vehicles could significantly increase maneuverability and range.

Even if one had incredibly skilled special agents or an impressive intelligence network, there was no way to pinpoint the launch base’s exact location, thus drastically reducing the possibility of the missiles getting intercepted.

There were less than fifty such mobile short-range missile launch systems in Chanaea, and weapons like that would usually be hidden in top-secret military bases. Hence, Jonathan had not expected to see one there.

As he calculated the time he had entered Merania, a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes. Something doesn’t add up. Based on how fast this military vehicle was going, the convoy would’ve only traveled less than a thousand kilometers into Merania. To Merania, however, this distance is nothing as serious as someone infiltrating deep into their hinterland. It’s impossible that Remdik would mobilize their army with such fanfare solely to attack Merania. More precisely, there’s no way Remdik would want to do so. After all, forefathers of various countries mapped out the military strategy across the continents of Aploth and Epea with their blood, sweat, and tears. Merania is an indispensable buffer zone between Remdik and Chanaea. When you look at it that way, there’s no need for Remdik to attack Merania. However, that only makes this situation even more puzzling. If one is to launch short-range missiles here, the missiles won’t even get past Merania’s borders. So, what are they hoping to achieve with this? Is there another threat within the country that only these short-range missiles can destroy?

He was watching the missile vehicle slowly being set up and hesitating about whether to seize the chance to escape when he heard two men in military uniforms walk over to the trunk. The pair lighted their cigarettes while chattering away.

Jonathan was exasperated when he heard them speak Remdikian. If I knew I’d be in this situation today, I would’ve made every effort to become proficient in Jetroinian, Remdikian, and the West Region’s language when I was still living comfortably at the Goldstein residence back in Yaleview. If I had concentrated on my studies, I wouldn’t be completely clueless about what they’re saying now.

As he lay inside the trunk, he decided he would find an opportunity to sneak out from his hiding place as soon as the two military officers left, then use the extrication technique to get out of there.

While he waited, however, the conversation between the two military officers as they watched the crew setting up for the launch of the short-range missiles caught his attention and left him slightly stunned.

Although he could not hear them clearly, he could catch small snippets, and two names leaped out at him—Ksana and Charleigh!

A tradition in Remdik dictates that newborns can only be given names from a few dozen options. That’s why if one calls out Ksana’s name in Remdik, over a dozen girls would probably respond. However, Charleigh is a name from Rodunst. Although some people from Rodunst study abroad in Remdik, what are the chances that these military officers would mention those two names together? It has to be them!

In an instant, Jonathan pieced together everything he had gone through over the past few days and formed a conclusion that was not too far off from the truth. Charleigh and Ksana must’ve already arrived in Merania. If my guess is correct, that’d be a reasonable explanation for the large-scale mobilization of troops in Remdik’s western war zone. As for these short-range missiles, they may very well be an attack on the pair! Does that mean the war has started?

As that thought crossed his mind, he could not contain himself anymore. His force field burgeoned in the blink of an eye, causing the trunk to split open. The surrounding military officers were so shocked that they scurried away.

The others gaped in horror at Jonathan, who looked emaciated like a mummy, and pointed the guns in their hands in his direction.

Meanwhile, the two military officers attempted to flee when they suddenly found themselves trapped inside what seemed to be a large, invisible palm and dragged over to Jonathan.

Wearing a stony expression, Jonathan demanded, “Speak! What’s going on? Why did you mention Charleigh and Ksana?”

He tightened his spiritual energy around them and stared coldly at the two men who were on the verge of suffocating.

The two Remdikian military officers struggled while suspended in midair, but they were mere mortals and no match for Jonathan.

As for whatever they were babbling in Remdikian, Jonathan could not understand a word of it.