Salute To The General



The following noon, Nathan's private jet landed at the main airport of Valmora.

President Adolf led Woste, other top officials, and the honor guards in welcoming Nathan with the grandest ceremony.

Dressed in the phoenix military coat with a Leviathan mask on his face, Nathan disembarked the aircraft with Sage and the rest of his men.

The crowd went wild as they cheered him on.

Those who were in the know knew that Valmora was welcoming the Chief Military Governor of Eurasia, while those that had no idea figured that the hero of Valmora had returned.

Meanwhile, in the embassy of Ariarica, Max and his subordinates were watching Nathan's arrival on TV with grim faces.

When Max first arrived in Valmora, he was not greeted with such a grand and warm welcoming ceremony as Nathan.

As he watched Adolf embrace Nathan affectionally, he instructed in a cold tone, "Shearson, tell Blackgoat they can make their move."

Shearson bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, Admiral Max!"

In a suburb near the capital of Valmora, there was a huge industrial park.

That industrial park was bigger than a small town.

It was here that the pharmaceutical factory by Cross Group was built.

The investment was estimated to be around three hundred billion.

So far, a hundred billion had gone into the project.

The factories within the industrial park had already finished construction. Tall skyscrapers abound.

However, there were still lots of people busy at work.

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All of a sudden, several armored jeeps appeared at the entrance of the industrial park.

The security guards went up to stop those uninvited guests.

One of them went up and asked, "Who are you guys? What are you doing here?"

At the front of the fleet was a black Hummer. The window on the passenger side lowered, and there was a tough-looking middle-aged man with blond hair. He had on a pair of sunglasses and was chewing gum.

The blond-haired man smiled and said, "We are from the national security team here to perform our routine inspections."

The security guard was shocked. "Inspections? We didn't receive any notice. Do you have the relevant

documents?"

The blond-haired man removed his sunglasses and grinned. "What did you say? You want to see the relevant documents?"

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With that, he bent forward to open a briefcase and took out a revolver.

When the security guard saw that, he turned pale and attempted to reach for his own gun.

Unfortunately, the blond-haired man was faster.

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One shot was all it took for the blondhaired man to blow the security guard's head to bits.

Without stopping, he proceeded to fire his gun and killed the rest of the guards who were standing near his car.

He got down from the car and looked at the dead guards. "These security guards are pretty alert."

As he was talking, he walked into the guardhouse and opened the main gate.

Then, he shouted at the group of jeeps, "Hurry up! You have ten minutes to destroy everything."

The blond-haired man turned out to be Blackgoat, the leader of the Black

Goat Mercenaries.

Usually, mercenaries worked for personal profit and could even be hired to fight in a war.

They were known to do anything for money.

However, in reality, many well-known mercenaries were more concerned about their reputations and lived by certain principles. There were certain missions that they would not agree to take on.

Obviously, that was not the case for Blackgoat.

Blackgoat and his men had no conscience. As long as people were willing to pay, they would do anything without any guilt.

In fact, they were so despicable that they had tried to murder and rob the people who hired them before.

In addition, Black Goat Mercenaries would also help terrorist groups conduct certain missions at times.

One could say that they were the scums of the mercenary world. It was normal for peace-loving people to condemn them. However, even their fellow mercenaries despised them as well.

If they were not so closely related to Ariarica, they would have been annihilated a long time ago.

Blackgoat stopped one of the jeeps and hopped onto the door frame before going into the industrial park with the rest of his convoy.