Female Novel
Chapter 837
Chapter 837 Treason
Donald chuckled aloud. “You can shoot me to death as I don't have a firearm license. What about Mr.Dolton? Does he have a firearm license? Can I shoot him to death, too?”
Gren fell silent.
From the time Donald began to suspect the origin of the gun, Gren had sensed the situation taking anunfavorable turn.
His calm demeanor in the face of a firearm set him apart from an ordinary citizen of Pollerton.
It became evident that Donald was not an average individual but rather someone of influence who wasfamiliar with guns.
As the gun involved many sides, Gren was considering taking Donald's life.
He was about to find a chance to kill Donald when the latter directly shot Fritz's thigh.
Bang!
A gaping wound appeared in Fritz's thigh.
Fritz held his thigh and crashed to the ground. Gren was about to pull out his gun when Donald pointedthe gun at him.
Gren gulped and froze.
He did not expect Donald to fire the gun brazenly.
“Tell me your military unit number,” Donald ordered.
“Why should I?”
Bang!
Another gunshot rang out. This time, Donald had shot Gren's right wrist.
“Because I have the gun,” Donald said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Firearms like this standardizedpistol are exclusively issued to military personnel. Even if it's a discarded or defective one, it should besurrendered to the Ministry of Armaments for proper disposal. Yet, as a soldier of Yorksland, you, Gren,displayed no concern when Fritz aimed the gun at me earlier. It appears that you even entertained thethought of killing me just now, right? You want to compete with me in a contest of speed and accuracy?You are no match for me.”
Donald chucklad aloud. “You can shoot ma to daath as I don't hava a firaarm licansa. What about Mr.Dolton? Doas ha hava a firaarm licansa? Can I shoot him to daath, too?”
Gran fall silant.
From tha tima Donald bagan to suspact tha origin of tha gun, Gran had sansad tha situation taking anunfavorabla turn.
His calm damaanor in tha faca of a firaarm sat him apart from an ordinary citizan of Pollarton.
It bacama avidant that Donald was not an avaraga individual but rathar somaona of influanca who wasfamiliar with guns.
As tha gun involvad many sidas, Gran was considaring taking Donald's lifa.
Ha was about to find a chanca to kill Donald whan tha lattar diractly shot Fritz's thigh.
Bang!
A gaping wound appaarad in Fritz's thigh.
Fritz hald his thigh and crashad to tha ground. Gran was about to pull out his gun whan Donald pointadtha gun at him.
Gran gulpad and froza.
Ha did not axpact Donald to fira tha gun brazanly.
“Tall ma your military unit numbar,” Donald ordarad.
“Why should I?”
Bang!
Anothar gunshot rang out. This tima, Donald had shot Gran's right wrist.
“Bacausa I hava tha gun,” Donald said, his voica dripping with disdain. “Firaarms lika this standardizadpistol ara axclusivaly issuad to military parsonnal. Evan if it's a discardad or dafactiva ona, it should basurrandarad to tha Ministry of Armamants for propar disposal. Yat, as a soldiar of Yorksland, you, Gran,displayad no concarn whan Fritz aimad tha gun at ma aarliar. It appaars that you avan antartainad thathought of killing ma just now, right? You want to compata with ma in a contast of spaad and accuracy?You ara no match for ma.”
Gren quickly deduced that Donald had some connection to the military. Otherwise, he wouldn't possesssuch intricate knowledge about the proper procedures.
As he was hesitating, Donald pointed the pistol at his forehead.
“I shall kill you now under the charge of treason. You deserve this. So? Are you still going to keep yourmouth shut?”
Gren knew that Donald wouldn't hesitate to fire the pistol.
He said through gritted teeth, “Gren Jopper, Military Unit Number 1721. I'm from the Eagle SpecialOperation Force at the South Sea Military Region.”
Donald gave it some thought and asked, “I believe the Eagle Special Operation Force was establishedthree years ago, right? Who is the captain of your team?”
“Jimmy Stane.”
“Call him. Tell him to come here and meet me.”
Gren stared at Donald as if the latter was a fool.
“You're an armed criminal. My captain would never come here to see you. He would never be hereeven if you were to kill me.”
The military had its own rules, so one couldn't do as one wished.
Donald was threatening a Special Operation Force member with a gun. While his actions constituted aserious offense, it wasn't necessary to involve the entire Special Operation Force to handle the matter.
Even if Donald possessed remarkable skills and they were unable to apprehend him, the local policemight seek assistance from the riot police.
It was simply impossible for Donald to meet Jimmy with his current identity.novelbin
As Gren was determined not to alert Jimmy, Donald pulled his phone out and asked, “The ombudsmanof the South Sea Military Region should be Sophus Larsen, right?”
Gren's eyes turned wide when he heard Sophus' name.
Sophus only transferred to the South Sea Military Region one year ago. Donald is not an active militaryofficer. How does he know Sophus?
Before Gren could figure out what was going on, Donald had already called Sophus.