Salute to the General novel Chapter 1535

Axel's order had barely left his mouth when two of his Peacekeepers hurled themselves at Nathan, wielding primed submachine guns. They were grimly determined to arrest him at all costs.

Nathan just stood there calmly with an almost amused glint in his eyes. He made no attempt to escape. Before the two Peacekeepers could even get close to Nathan, Colin had appeared in front of them in a blink.

Colin was famed for his lightning-fast reactions. His two fists flashed outwards, catching the two Peacekeepers in surprise before they could even react.

The two loud cracks of Colin's fists colliding with the Peacekeeper's faces were almost simultaneous.

The two Peacekeepers crumpled to the floor limply. Colin stood over their unconscious bodies and dusted his knuckles with a smirk.

Caught off guard badly, the surrounding Peacekeepers had never expected Nathan and his allies to have the guts to put up a fight. They surged into action, attempting to crush the resistance before it could begin. But it was too late; there was someone among Nathan and his allies who was simply too much faster than them.

Proving that her three-year title as the deadliest assassin was not earned idly, Ava, an assassin to end all assassins, leapt into action.

She was a terrifying ghost in her own right, slipping soundlessly through all the chaos in an instant to appear in front of Axel.

Anger and surprise burning in his chest, Axel raised the submachine gun in his hands.

The smile on Ava's face was nothing less than predatory. Before Axel could even pull the trigger, she had clamped her left hand around the muzzle of his gun and forced it upwards with terrifying strength. He had barely registered the incredulous feat when Ava's other hand, already clenched in a fist, hit him in the face.

Stars exploded across his vision. Axel felt his head snap backwards with the force of the blow.

He was bleeding freely where Ava's fist had landed. Red pooled across his face like an upturned box of watercolor.

Ava pried the gun from Axel's grip easily. She shoved the muzzle under his chin, commanding the other Peacekeepers' attention effortlessly. Their expressions ranged from fear to utter horror. Satisfied, Ava forced Axel's head upwards, exhibiting the gun at his throat. "No tricks, or your commanding officer will be the first one who dies today."

The Peacekeepers were stunned. They barely had time to blink before their commanding officer was now held hostage. The situation was growing worse with each second that passed.

At this moment, even the remaining survivors of the Dark Temple who were kneeling on the ground-elders and elite soldiers among them-could not help but look down at Axel and his Peacekeepers.