Chapter 662

Chapter 662

Frank was set with unease. He was worried that those from the

Northern Territory would bombard the base. There were more than

3,000 elite soldiers stationed here!

“Hold them off for now. I’ll be there soon,” Bobby said before ending

the call.

Frank sighed helplessly. Elder Olsen’s behavior had always been. shrouded in mystery. He never informed him of anything about the captives or the crimes they committed. Now, trouble had erupted.

“Mr. Gomez, what did Elder Olsen say?” Tadeus Holm, Peggy’s squad

leader, asked anxiously.

“He asked us to hold them off. Hopefully, it’s not that hot-headed Old/ Meyer we’re dealing with. Otherwise, we won’t be able to restrain him!

Frank said with a wry smile.

He already had a bold guess in his mind. The person who f shot earlier might indeed be Old Meyer, the helmsman of the N Territory’s Eighth Ace Force. Only he dared to open fire on the National Martial Bureau without any hesitation.

Tadeus sighed. “Should we just release the prisoner? If a fight break out, the casualties will be our people. It’ll no doubt attract the

attention of the capital!”

No wonder he found that person somewhat familiar. It turned out he was the savior of the Northern Territory’s Warden. He had seen this person’s photo in a friend’s group chat that was made of Northern

Territory comrades.

Frank glanced at Tadeus and said calmly, “We’re working for the National Martial Bureau. If the National Martial Bureau doesn’t give us the green light, we can’t release him.”

At that moment, Peggy strode over and asked, “Mr. Gomez, what was

the explosion sound just now?”

Half an hour later, dozens of tanks had come to a stop outside the base while the lights of numerous helicopters in the sky boldly

illuminated the interior of the base.

Several helicopters rose from within the base itself. A large number of armored vehicles had also blocked the entrance, creating an

instantly tense atmosphere.

“Listen up, those of you inside! I am Xylon Meyer, the helmsman of the Northern Territory’s Eighth Ace Force. I command you to bring Nash Calcraft out to me now!”

Xylon roared from the top of the tank through a megaphone while over a thousand fully armed soldiers stood in formation around him.

Indeed, it was Old Meyer who had come.

Frank felt like crying. The leader of the Northern Territory had actually allowed this temperamental tiger out. It looked like they were determined to have a serious confrontation with the National Martial

Bureau!

Frank said to the soldier at the lookout tower, “Tell Old Meyer that I invite him for a discussion.”

The soldier on the lookou

tower picked up the microphone and said, ” Major Meyer, our leader would like to invite you for a discussion!”

“A discussion? I’m not discussing anything with you. I’ll give you ten minutes. If I don’t see Nash, I’m bringing my people in,” Xylon

grumbled.

Frank’s expression soured even more. After a moment of silence, hel climbed up the lookout tower himself, grabbed the microphone, and said, “Old Meyer, it’s Frank. We met back when the Forth Army rendezvoused during the battle at Immortal Island.

“I remember you liked to eat fish. You even took me to the ice cave to

catch fish that time.”

Xylon was slightly stunned. He then picked up the binoculars hanging around his neck and glanced through it.

“So, you are an old acquaintance,” the man muttered to himself before picking up the megaphone.

“Since we’re old acquaintances, that makes things even better. Let m tell you this, my boss sees Nash Calcraft as his second lease on life If you touch even a single hair on his head, you won’t be getting away!

So what if they were old acquaintances? The North Army would not tolerate them hurting a single hair on the head of the warden’s son.

Just then, the buzzing of helicopter blades sounded from the distance as three white helicopters landed on the base’s helipad.