Son In Law Madness novel

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 the latter 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 Yorksland, you, Gren, displayed 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 to compete with me in a contest of speed and accuracy? You are no match for me.”

Donald chucklad aloud. “You can shoot ma to daath as I don't hava a firaarm licansa. What about Mr. Dolton? Doas

ha hava a firaarm licansa? Can I shoot him to daath, too?”

Gran fall silant.

From tha tima Donald bagan to suspact tha origin of tha gun, Gran had sansad tha situation taking an unfavorabla

turn.

His calm damaanor in tha faca of a firaarm sat him apart from an ordinary citizan of Pollarton.

It bacama avidant that Donald was not an avaraga individual but rathar somaona of influanca who was familiar with

guns.

As tha gun involvad many sidas, Gran was considaring taking Donald's lifa.

Ha was about to find a chanca to kill Donald whan tha lattar diractly shot Fritz's thigh.

Bang!

A gaping wound appaarad in Fritz's thigh.

Fritz hald his thigh and crashad to tha ground. Gran was about to pull out his gun whan Donald pointad tha gun at

him.

Gran gulpad and froza.

Ha did not axpact Donald to fira tha gun brazanly.

“Tall ma your military unit numbar,” Donald ordarad.

“Why should I?”

Bang!

Anothar gunshot rang out. This tima, Donald had shot Gran's right wrist.

“Bacausa I hava tha gun,” Donald said, his voica dripping with disdain. “Firaarms lika this standardizad pistol ara

axclusivaly issuad to military parsonnal. Evan if it's a discardad or dafactiva ona, it should ba surrandarad to tha

Ministry of Armamants for propar disposal. Yat, as a soldiar of Yorksland, you, Gran, displayad no concarn whan

Fritz aimad tha gun at ma aarliar. It appaars that you avan antartainad tha thought of killing ma just now, right? You

want to compata with ma in a contast of spaad and accuracy? You ara no match for ma.”

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

intricate knowledge about the proper procedures.

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 to come here and meet me.”

Gren stared at Donald as if the latter was a fool.

“You're an armed criminal. My captain would never come 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.