My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 663

Chapter 663

Bobby stepped out of the helicopter and leaped onto the lookout

tower in one swift move. He grabbed the microphone from Frank and

said, “I’m Bobby Olsen, the Third Elder of the National Martial Bureau.

“Nash Calcraft is involved in a major and heinous murder case, so we

can’t release him in the meantime!”

“Damn it!”

A cold light flashed through Xylon’s sharp eyes, and he slowly raised his right hand. The tanks’ gun barrels rotated with the action and were now aiming at the base.

The thousands of soldiers present had also swiftly disengaged the safety locks on their firearms. Various weapons were ready to be unleashed. With a wave of the major’s hand, they would immediately

turn the base into ruins.

Frank quickly said, “Elder Olsen, this is Xylon Meyer from the Northern Territory’s Eighth Ace Force we’re dealing with. He has a violent

temper and might resort to direct action!”

Bobby snorted. “If he wants to act, let him. Does he really think the National Martial Bureau is defenseless?”

As a Mystique Loyalty Realm expert, he was more than capable of

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resisting their weapons.

“Old Meyer, calm down!” Flynn roared as he approached the man with a few other deputy majors.

At that moment, several helicopters were slowly descending from the

sky. They came from the Eastern Territory. Fighter jets had also flown

in from the Southern Territory. The once quiet Mount Tame was now.

a flurry of activity.

A large number of fighter jets were circling the sky, leaving Frank

stunned. Were the Eastern and Southern Territories also intervening

now?

However, Bobby’s lips curled slightly into a smirk. “The leaders of the Eastern and Southern Territories have close ties with the National Martial Bureau’s prime minister. I want to see if they have the courage to act today.”

Among the Eastern Territory’s helicopter team was a stern-looking elderly man in a four-star military suit. “Major Lyon!”

Excited by the man’s presence, Frank quickly jumped down from the lookout tower and ran to the old man, saluting him. “Major Lyon!”

With kind-looking features, Hudson Lyon smiled and greeted, “Little Gomez, long time no see! It’s been 15 years!”

Warm tears welled up in Frank’s eyes as he felt a lump form in his throat. Hudson was the general of the Eastern Territory and also Frank’s former superior. 15 years had passed, and the once mighty warrior had turned into an elderly man with a head full of white hair.

“Yes, time flies. It’s been 15 years since you retired!”

Hudson smiled bitterly.

“Old Lyon, long time no see!”

At this moment, the Southern Territory’s general, Major Anderson

Jones, walked over with a gentle smile.

Hudson smiled. “Major Jones, long time no see!”

“I heard the Northern Territory is causing trouble, picking a fight with the National Martial Bureau. Has Philix lost his mind? Why are they fighting among themselves?”

Anderson said without even bothering to conceal the mockery in his tone. He was a man in his 50s and was tall. He had graying temples and a pair of piercing hawk-like eyes

Hudson smiled lightly and replied, “He has his reasons for doing so.”

Then, the man turned to Frank and said, “Little Gomez, tell us what’s

going on here.”

Frank explained to both of them about Elder Olsen’s capture of Philix’s lifesaver.

Outside the base, Flynn had climbed onto a tank and made his way Xylon’s side. “See that? The majors of both the Eastern and Souther Territories have arrived!”

Xylon’s face had taken a somewhat unpleasant appearance as he contemplated the situation. “To think that the National Martial Bureau has both the Eastern and Southern Territories supporting them.

That’s something.”

“Even without the Eastern and Southern Territories intervening, you shouldn’t be acting so recklessly. Do you really think you can just meddle with relationships at the state capital level?” Flynn said.

Xylon glanced at the man discontentedly. “Do you actually think the

Warden failed to inform the capital? Of course, he did. The capital

isn’t intervening in this matter. Why would the Warden go to such great lengths to have us cross mountains and rivers to come to

Jonford otherwise?”