Unrivalled God of War

Chapter 132

Jackson Quelch’s subordinates pulled out their sharp kukri in a flash.

They only used two types of weapons, baton in fights and kukri to kill.

Nathan Cross, Colin Dunne, and Thomas Dunn had been reminiscing the good old days when they suddenly heard strange noises from afar.

Nathan Cross opened his eyes and looked into the dark.

The darkness outside made it difficult to see clearly, but he could just make out the silhouettes of people charging towards them.

Nathan Cross’s face darkened. “Those ignorant morons!”

Thomas Dunn got up slowly and glared in the direction of the crowd.

Colin Dunne grasped his wine glass tightly with his eyes half-opened. There was no sign of intoxication in his eyes but killer instinct.

The Elite Eight and two thousand men from Dragonfury Special Force stood firm behind Nathan Cross where each one of them held on tight to the firearms in their hands.

Jackson Quelch and his three hundred men charged towards them menacingly. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“Don’t let Nathan Cross or Thomas Dunn get away! They are wanted dead or alive!” Jackson Quelch snarled.

“Go!”

His three hundred men rushed to the riverbank like a pack of hungry wolves, all armed with kukri.

However, they skidded to a halt just seconds later.

The army of people surrounding Nathan Cross came into view only after they got within fighting range.

Jackson Quelch and his men were scared out of their wits. What the h**l happened?

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Several lights flickered on, and the riverbank was suddenly as bright as day.

Only then did Jackson Quelch and his men realize that they were surrounded by military vehicles.

The lights that flooded the area were the headlights of those vehicles.

They began to cower in fear when they realized that Nathan Cross and Thomas Dunn had the company of Colin Dunne and two thousand soldiers.

Those soldiers were the Dragonfury fighters they saw earlier that night!

Nathan Cross peered at Jackson Quelch and his men, who were paralyzed by fear. “So you want to kill me? Come now!”

Jackson Quelch and his men turned pale upon hearing that.

Kill him? How?

What kind of a joke is this? Jackson Quelch wondered.

“Troops, get ready for combat!” Colin Dunne bellowed.

The two thousand soldiers standing behind Nathan Cross immediately got into their position.

With a loud click, every gun was cocked.

“Sir, the Dragonfury squad is ready for battle. We await your orders, Sir.”

Nathan Cross put his hands behind his back. “Go into battle mode. Kill anyone who tries to escape or resist.”

Swoosh!

All two thousand soldiers lifted their guns simultaneously and pointed them at Jackson Quelch’s men.

Clank, clank, clank...

The kukri in the hands of Jackson Quelch and his men clattered on the ground noisily as they raised their hands to surrender.

It was quite obvious that Nathan Cross was not joking.

The slightest movement would get them shot on the spot.

Even though Jackson Quelch grew up with the Zabinski family and had had some experience on the battlefield as a mercenary, he was not prepared for this.

He stared at Nathan Cross in shock and despair as a taste of bitterness began to permeate his tongue. He could kill himself out of regret right then.

At the same time, he was puzzled. According to the Zabinski’s record, Nathan Cross was merely a retired soldier? How could he be commanding such a huge army then?

However, what he didn’t know was that Nathan Cross’ particulars were top-secret, and there were very few people in this country who had the authority to read it in detail.

Even the particulars about Thomas Dunn, who was part of the National Guards under Nathan Cross, were confidential.

The information on Nathan Cross that the Zabinski family managed to get hold of was placebo, created specifically to throw people off Nathan Cross’ tracks.

Nathan Cross glared at Jackson Quelch. “You wanted to kill me?”