Chapter 1099

It felt torturous and unbearable to wait even just one more day.

Since Cecelia had an accident and fell into a coma, General Ralph

himself was not at the Capital, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity just

presented itself.

First, he sent his men to lock down the secret hospital, and then he

sent another group of people to intercept General Ralph and put him

under house arrest.

No one would ever know what happened.

His lips hooked up a wicked cold smile.

Leaning over the long table in the command, he produced a box of

cigars from his pocket.

He held one to his lips, and the lighter ignited a scarlet flame and set

the cigar alight.

He took a deep puff, and the strong smell of smoke gave him a feeling

of addiction.

Tilting his head, he exhaled a layer of bizarre smoke rings.

He could hardly hide his poisonous, vicious, and smug face at this

moment.

It was today and he would take the entire military over.

From now on, the entire military would be in his pocket, and everyone

would be subject to his will.

The satellite phone he had with him rang at that moment.

The entire military's internal communication had been cut off by him,

and only satellite phones could contact him now.

He picked up the phone with a relaxed look.

The person who called him was a senior officer.

"Mr. Robertson, the mission was successfully completed. The first

detachment has successfully intercepted the General, and they have

now transferred him to a secret base on the outskirts of the city for

house arrest. In addition, the second detachment has surrounded the

secret hospital. The rest of the detachments have got the Military Staff

House under control, and the rest of the places have also been

occupied by our men."

"Very well." Otis puffed out smoke rings again with an expression of

enjoyment, “Is there anyone resisting?"

"Frank and dozens of soldiers from the Hurley family are guarding the

hospital, so we can't get in. They have almost evacualted the hospital,

leaving only necessary doctors and nurses to look after Ms. Cecelia.

Mr. Robertson, the hospital is well-stocked, with a wartime emergency

reserve of food and water in the basement, as well as a power

generation system. It is predicted that they can last for at least a

month."

Otis listened and frowned slightly.

Damn Frank. He really never knew what was going on.

It didn’t matter though. The Heath family was no longer a thing now.

He was close to success.

He sneered, "Got it, lock the hospital down, and cut off

communications. Let him just stay there, and I'll see how long he can

actually last."

Oh, when he climbed to the top, and when he could have them all firmly

in his grasp, he must trample Frank so hard under his feet and made

his life worse than death.

Right now, he still needed Cecelia. He could still use her, and Frank

might just stick to her if he wanted to.

In the future, he must teach Frank a lesson, so that he could know

clearly, in the end, who he should really be loyal to!

“Yes! Is there anything we can do for Mr. Robertson?"

“Immediately send someone to control the radio and television stations

and wait for my notice to announce the news."

"Yes, Mr. Robertson.”

Otis hung up the phone.

He laughed maniacally with his head tilted up, and his eyes were

flaming and burning with the colors of hell.

Everything went more smoothly than expected.

He pressed the cigar hard against the leather tabletop and rubbed and

turned it viciously until it went out.

A dark hole was left on the leather desktop, emitting a burning smell

and looking oozy and horrible.

Outside the window, the brief brightness of the morning sun was

suddenly obscured by thick dark clouds that came from nowhere.

The day was increasingly gloomy.

The west wind rose, blowing wildly and lifting the leaves everywhere.

Everything was about to change!