Salute To The General

When Mark warned Helios, his two companions, Scorpion and Tatt, had already headed toward Helios.

The two men, with malice written all over their faces, simultaneously drew out their sharp daggers, ready to teach the foreigner a lesson.

As Helios prepared to get into the car, he noticed the two individuals approaching and the daggers they held in their hands.

Weapons! Attack! This thought crossed his mind, and in an instant, he made his move.

Swoosh!

He turned around and reached out both his arms.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

He seized their heads with both hands, forcefully smashing them together.

Bang!

The heads of the two young men shattered instantly like watermelons, and they both dropped dead on the spot.

"Ah!" Mark, who was standing nearby, screamed in fright and peed his pants on the spot.

Seeing the murderer who had just killed his two companions looking his way, he was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth.

Unfortunately for him, Helios was still heading straight toward him.

Terrified, he knelt on the ground and trembled violently. In a shaky voice, he begged, "Spare me. Please don't kill me..."

Helios walked up to Mark, gave him a cold glance, and reached out to snatch away the sunglasses that Mark had clipped to his collar. After putting them on, Helios turned around and walked away. Mark stood there dumbfounded.

There, he watched Helios get into the Ferrari. It seemed like Helios fumbled around for a bit before he finally managed to start the Ferrari.

The Ferrari was driven away right under Mark's watchful eyes.

However, Helios was swerving left and right shortly after he started driving. He even accidentally hit a tree on the side of the road and shattered one of the headlights.

But soon, Helios gradually mastered the skill of driving.

The Ferrari hit the road again, finally able to drive straight. It sped off, faster and faster, until it roared away at a speed of two hundred kilometers per hour, disappearing from Mark's sight. Meanwhile, Zero Prison was the military prison of the Capital Garrison at Brimmopolis. It was specifically designed to detain some extremely dangerous repeat offenders.

At that moment, nightfall descended, and the splendid lights began to shine.

A sedan and a few black jeeps appeared at the prison entrance.

The prison gates slowly swung open to let the convoy move forward at a leisurely pace.

The convoy came to a halt in the prison courtyard.

Nathan, Colin, and other Nathan's subordinates got out of the car.

Ronan Cotton, the prison warden, along with a group of his subordinates, had been waiting for quite some time. "Hello, Commander!"

Nathan said calmly, "No need for formalities. Where is the mysterious person who was brought here this afternoon?"

Ronan said, "He's confined in the

eighteenth level of the prison.

Following Mr. Cross' orders, we're treating him with the same

precautions as our most dangerous criminals. He's heavily guarded."

Nathan nodded. "Lead the way. I want to meet him."

Ronan said, "Yes!"

Zero Prison might appear just like an ordinary mansion because the prison was built underground.

The quadrangle buildings on the ground were all offices, as well as dormitories where the soldiers lived.

In the underground prison, there were a total of eighteen floors.

With each level descended, the prisoners held would be increasingly dangerous.

The mysterious individual apprehended that day was directly confined to the eighteenth floor.

Ronan, accompanied by Nathan and others, took the elevator to the eighteenth floor of the prison.

Stepping out of the elevator, there were about a dozen soldiers with their guns loaded and ready.

Upon seeing Nathan and Ronan, they quickly greeted, "Greetings, Commander. Greetings, Officer Cotton." Nathan gave a slight nod.

Ronan asked, "Where is the prisoner?"

"Inside!"

Ronan, leading Nathan, walked a bit further until they finally arrived in front of a prison cell.

Through a half-a-meter-thick bulletproof glass, they could see a prisoner trapped in an iron chair inside.

The culprit's hands and feet were shackled to the chair, and his face and head were locked in a steel helmet.

Besides, the temperature inside the

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prison was extremely low, forcing the prisoners to expend a great deal of energy to keep warm. This effectively minimized the chances of them engaging in any dangerous activities.

Moreover, within the prison, countless cameras tirelessly monitored the inmates around the clock, leaving no blind spots.

Nathan stood in front of the glass and spoke into the microphone before him casually, "So, are you ready to talk now? Are you planning to reveal your identity and background?"

Locked in the chair, Sirius slowly

raised his head and looked at

Nathan with his icy gaze. "How dare

you treata noble Demigode

manner! Just you wait! My

companions will be here to rescue

me soon. When the time comes, all of you here will have to die."