CHAPTER 1548 THE CONGRESS IS GOING TO SUMMON YOU
Nathan gave him a landline telephone number.
Herman called the number directly, feeling a bit stunned by how short the number was. This number is pretty simple and easy to remember.
His call was soon answered.
Before the person on the other end could speak, Herman spoke first. He introduced his name and his purpose right away.
"Hello. I'm the commissioner of the South CDER, Herman Franck. One of your subordinates, Nathan Cross, has beaten and blatantly threatened me in public. He has a serious attitude and behavioral problem. I hereby requested your permission to terminate his service with immediate effect. Please hand him over to the South Police Department for further investigation. Comrade, can you do it now?”
As soon as Herman finished talking, he glanced at Nathan and Penny haughtily. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.
You're doomed. Your superior is surely going to penalize you for your wrongdoings.
However, a mature and serious voice was then heard over the receiver, "Nathan Cross is a great combatant. I'm sure there must be some misunderstanding. I will send someone over to investigate the matter soon. Please, be patient."
Herman was displeased upon hearing that. He scowled, "What do you mean you will send someone over to investigate the matter? Are you covering up for your subordinate or playing the fool with me? I'll say it one last time. Terminate Nathan Cross this instant!”
President Windsor, who was on the other end of the line, was growing furious.
What's this? Why's he calling me for such a small matter? I've already said I'll send my men to investigate. How dare he commands me? A guy from the South CDER? Who the hell he thinks he is?
How dare you command me? Who do you think you are to give me such commands?"
Herman retorted, "Well, well, my dear comrade. Don't think too highly of yourself. Tell me your name, rank, and unit. I can terminate you from your position too!"
"I'm Hansel Windsor, President of Brimmopolis!"
President Winsor!
Herman was stupefied when he heard him, and he was struck dumb.
He stood aghast with his eyes wide open. He was gaping at his phone, at lost for words, and his face had turned ashen in just a few minutes.
"You...you...are...the...the...president?" He could not help but stammer in horror.
President Windsor did not answer his question and said rigorously instead, "The congress is going to summon you!"
He then hung up on the call as soon as he finished speaking.
With the mobile phone still in his hand, Herman looked completely blown away. He was sweating profusely as beads of perspiration fell from his forehead. He looked up at Nathan helplessly and stuttered, "Who...who...the hell are you?"
Russell finally let out a sigh. "Commissioner Franck, he's the General of the North, the God of War of the nation, Mr. Nathan Cross!"
The General of the North? The nation's God of War?
Herman was scared to death and almost foamed at the mouth.
He was in a daze as he asked Nathan. "You... you are the young General of the North?
Nathan snorted.
He soon realized Nathan was the General of the North.
No wonder Russell dropped me hints and wanted me to apologize to him immediately. I thought he was being biased with his client. Who would have thought that he was trying to save my life!
Herman felt deep regret for what he had done.
He was shaking like a leaf as he began begging for his life, "General, I've made a mistake. I know I'm wrong. Please give me a chance to amend my mistake. Please..."
Nathan was elevated directly by the President. He was the president's blueeyed boy.
If Nathan could plead on his behalf, he probably would still have a chance to survive.
However, Nathan simply said to him coldly, "Talk to the leader of the special investigation unit who will be coming for you soon. He will decide if you deserve a chance."
Nathan then left with Penny and Frida as
soon as he spoke.
Herman was left in self-reproach, feeling a sharp pang of remorse about what had happened.
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