Sigurd and his men stared at Nathan with fear when they heard that.
Nathan shouted coldly, “Colin!”
Colin and the Elite Eight took the hint at once and suddenly pulled out their guns in unison.
Woosh!
The Elite Eight pressed the dark muzzles of their guns against the foreheads of Sigurd and his subordinates.
Sigurd was shocked and furious. “You He hadn't finished speaking yet before Colin shoved his gun into his mouth.
The gun’s coldness and smell of metal spread in Sigurd's mouth. His pupils widened as his face turned pale. He lifted his hands in response.
Colin informed coldly, “When the Chief Military Governor personally leads a team for a secret military operation, everyone must cooperate unconditionally. Right now, your department has been taken over by the military. If you resist, you will be seen as obstructing a military operation, and you'll be executed on the spot.”
Drip!
Sigurd's sweat streamed down from his forehead and dropped to the ground.
Suddenly, he realized that even if his department wasn't part of the military or under the Chief Military Governor's jurisdiction, Nathan could still have them under control. It would be a piece of cake for Nathan to take their lives.
He was trying to reason with the unreasonable.
A bureaucrat like Sigurd could play tricks, but a soldier could just shoot him in the face for not complying.
Nathan stared at the trembling, sweat-covered Sigurd and sneered in his heart. These fellows live in a peaceful era, which is why they don't show any respect to the soldiers who have survived a bloody battlefield before.
“Do you see now? This is my rule!” Nathan uttered plainly.
Sigurd's face flushed red as his eyes were filled with fear. Sadly, his mouth was stuffed with Colin's gun. Even if he wanted to beg for his life, he couldn't.
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