Chapter 837 Treason


    Donald chuckled aloud. “You can shoot me to death as I don''t have a firearm license. What about


    Mr. Dolton? Does he have a firearm license? Can I shoot him to death, too?”


    Gren fell silent.


    From the time Donald began to suspect the origin of the gun, Gren had sensed the situation taking


    an unfavorable turn.


    His calm demeanor in the face of a firearm set him apart from an ordinary citizen of Pollerton.


    It became evident that Donald was not an average individual but rather someone of influence who


    was familiar with guns.


    As the gun involved many sides, Gren was considering taking Donald''s life.


    He was about to find a chance to kill Donald when thetter directly shot Fritz''s thigh.


    Bang!


    A gaping wound appeared in Fritz''s thigh.


    Fritz held his thigh and crashed to the ground. Gren was about to pull out his gun when Donald


    pointed the gun at him.


    Gren gulped and froze.


    He did not expect Donald to fire the gun brazenly.


    “Tell me your military unit number,” Donald ordered.


    “Why should I?”


    Bang!


    Another gunshot rang out. This time, Donald had shot Gren''s right wrist.


    “Because I have the gun,” Donald said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Firearms like this


    standardized pistol are exclusively issued to military personnel. Even if it''s a discarded or defective


    one, it should be surrendered to the Ministry of Armaments for proper disposal. Yet, as a soldier of


    Yorknd, you, Gren, disyed no concern when Fritz aimed the gun at me earlier. It appears that


    you even entertained the thought of killing me just now, right? You want topete with me in a


    contest of speed and uracy? You are no match for me.”


    Gren quickly deduced that Donald had some connection to the military. Otherwise, he wouldn''t


    possess such intricate knowledge about the proper procedures.


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    As he was hesitating, Donald pointed the pistol at his forehead.


    “I shall kill you now under the charge of treason. You deserve this. So? Are you still going to keep


    your mouth shut?”


    Gren knew that Donald wouldn''t hesitate to fire the pistol.


    He said through gritted teeth, “Gren Jopper, Military Unit Number 1721. I''m from the Eagle Special


    Operation Force at the South Sea Military Region.”


    Donald gave it some thought and asked, “I believe the Eagle Special Operation Force was


    established three years ago, right? Who is the captain of your team?”


    “Jimmy Stane.”


    “Call him. Tell him toe here and meet me.”


    Gren stared at Donald as if thetter was a fool.


    “You''re an armed criminal. My captain would nevere here to see you. He would never be here


    even if you were to kill me.”


    The military had its own rules, so one couldn''t do as one wished.


    Donald was threatening a Special Operation Force member with a gun. While his actions


    constituted a serious offense, it wasn''t necessary to involve the entire Special Operation Force to


    handle the matter.


    Even if Donald possessed remarkable skills and they were unable to apprehend him, the local


    police might seek assistance from the riot police.


    It was simply impossible for Donald to meet Jimmy with his current identity.


    As Gren was determined not to alert Jimmy, Donald pulled his phone out and asked, “The


    ombudsman of the South Sea Military Region should be Sophus Larsen, right?”


    Gren''s eyes turned wide when he heard Sophus'' name.


    Sophus only transferred to the South Sea Military Region one year ago. Donald is not an active


    military officer. How does he know Sophus?


    Before Gren could figure out what was going on, Donald had already called Sophus.