Salute to the General novel Chapter 2922

Outside the bar was a host of police vehicles, and from them, a group of Ariarican officers alighted.

Haskell and Erin led them to the entrance of the bar and pointed toward the inside. “Come. It's this way.”

Unexpectedly, the police sergeant stopped them both in their tracks. “All right. We'll take over from here. Neither of you will be allowed to enter this premise anymore.”

That took Haskell and Erin aback.

What left them even more bewildered was that the sergeant did not even attempt to enter the bar himself to investigate. Instead, he ordered his subordinates to have the bar cordoned off and then stand by to await further instructions.

A few minutes later, two black helicopters suddenly roared in.

As soon as the helicopters set themselves down, a team of black-clad personnel jumped off them.

These strapping men in black were as cold and expressionless as the devil's minions.

What was particularly noteworthy about every one of these black-clad individuals was the same triangle tattoo that adorned all of their necks. It seemed to mark them as members of a certain mysterious organization.

That team was led by a lean and tall, middle-aged brunette man with keen eyes and a hooked nose. He looked to be someone who might be pretty competent in a fight.

Clad in a black coat and holding a flask of whiskey in hand, the man reeked of alcohol like a hungover drunkard.

Haskell and Erin noticed that the man's eyes were blue, and he bore the same black triangle tattoo on his neck, just like the rest of those who were with him.

His arrival prompted the police sergeant to stand to attention straightaway. “Sir!”

Approaching with his subordinates in tow, Cerulean raised his flask and took two gulps from it before he waved the sergeant away. “This place will now be under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly City Secret Service, so the rest of you may bugger off now.”

“Understood!” replied the sergeant.

Having been told to withdraw, Haskell and Erin had no choice but to leave.

Cerulean then said to his subordinates, “Comb this place carefully. I want to know whether Garm has passed through here.”

Behind him, his black-clad subordinates replied unanimously and in the affirmative, “Sir, yes sir!”