The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 839

Not long after Fritz left, a few military jeeps roared to a stop at the entrance of the building materials market.

Armed military officers hopped out of the vehicles and ran into the market, led by the ombudsman of the South Sea Military Region, Sophus.

“Mr. Campbell, please accept my sincere apology. I had no prior knowledge of my subordinate's actions, nor did I anticipate you getting caught up in this situation.”

Donald applauded sarcastically and retorted, “Oh, so you're suggesting that if I hadn't stumbled upon this, you wouldn't have bothered investigating? Well, regardless, I've restrained him. It's up to you to handle him, but let me make one thing clear: I won't tolerate any attempts to cover up his crimes. Doing so would only provoke my anger.”

Sophus flashed a meek smile and dared not say anything.

Gren's identity was insignificant. It was evident that he must have received support from a powerful entity to acquire the gun from the military.

The greater the potential profits, the stronger the force backing him must be.

Sophus was sly enough not to make any promises. He steered the conversation in a different direction and suggested, “Mr. Campbell, it's been quite some time since our last meeting, hasn't it? How about we enjoy a drink together today?”

Donald frowned and asked, “You're on duty today, aren't you? Can you drink?”

The South Sea Military Region, one of the prominent military regions in Yorksland, frequently found itself embroiled in various situations.

However, this was not indicative of any laxity on their part. On the contrary, their responsibilities encompassed a vast region, including the southern border of Yorksland, Beshya.

While the Beshya border might be unfamiliar to ordinary citizens, those within the South Sea Military Region were well aware of its significance. It served as a notorious pathway utilized by drug and firearm smugglers.

To the north of Beshya lay the Salcour Peaks, a challenging terrain to traverse, let alone for smuggling operations.

On the southern side of Beshya was the vast ocean of Yorksland.

Should they opt for maritime smuggling, they would require a secluded location to dock their boats.

Nevertheless, Yorksland had strict security measures across the coastline. Consequently, Beshya, nestled within a forested area, became the prime choice for smugglers seeking an optimal pathway.