Nathan did not wait for Jay to say anything before he hung up.
Thinking that Nathan had been calling Zayn, a cold and expectant gleam shone in David's eyes.
This was Glyngarth, not Northania. Even if Zayn came, there was nothing much that he could do. The end result would be the same... Both Crosses dead!
Minutes ticked by.
Glancing at the gold watch on his wrist, David shot a mean glance at Nathan. "Your time's nearly up, yet I still see no sign of your men. Looks like I'll just have to do away with you first!"
He was just about to order his men to attack when a loud wailing came closer.
It was the sound of police sirens!
Within seconds, more than a hundred police cars arrived on the scene. There were even a few SWAT vans.
Scores of policemen in bulletproof vests poured from their cars, each armed with their pistols.
Several teams of SWAT members leaped out of their vans, their submachine guns held at the ready, as they gathered before the hotel.
Up, on the rooftops, a few teams of snipers were trying to find the best location to snipe from. Their movements were swift as they assembled their sniper rifles and aimed them at the hotel lobby.
David and his men were completely stunned at the sight.
He whipped his head around to stare at Nathan, muttering accusingly, "You'd called the police?"
He had thought that Nathan would be calling Zayn, not the police!
What puzzled him more, was that he and Mr. Cote had already spoken to the various leaders of Glyngarth, requesting that they turn a blind eye to what would happen.
But then why had the police still been mobilized? And such an intimidating turnout too!
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