My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 667

“Can’t tell you much!”

Nash had no favorable impression of the National Martial Bureau and thus had no plans to be civil toward Hudson.

“Preposterous! This man is Hudson Lyon, a major of the Eastern Territory. How dare you show him such disrespect?”

A second-in-command standing behind Hudson spoke angrily.

Nash sneered, “He still has to let me go, doesn’t he?”

The second-in-command stepped forth, seemingly gearing himself up for a fight.

“Back off!”

Hudson commanded loudly.

Not even he dared lay a finger on that man, so how could a second-in-command dare do that? Did they really think the dozens of tanks and warplanes waiting outside were a joke?

The second-in-command glared at Nash before taking a step backward to assume his position behind Major Lyon.

Hudson smiled as he said, “My name is Hudson Lyon. If you ever have the chance to visit Jenzburg, please drop by the Lyon family home for a meal!”

Nash ignored Hudson and turned to gaze at Bobby coolly as he said, “I'd like to take Jasper with me!”

“No!”

“Jasper is an international assassin. Not only did he murder many political leaders from foreign countries, but he also murdered the patriarch of the Gordons family from Capiton!”

Bobby did not even hesitate to say no to Nash's request.

Nash smiled slightly. “In that case, I won’t leave either!”

After saying that, he returned to his cell, where he sat on the couch and propped his legs up before grabbing the remote and turning the television on.

“Don’t overdo it, Nash Calcraft!”

Bobby gritted his teeth, and fire seemed to spout from his eyes as he spoke.

Not only was he the Third Elder of the National Martial Bureau, but he was also an expert who had achieved the mid-Mystique Loyalty Realm. Yet, he was being threatened by a young man who had barely reached legal age.

“Should I call my grandfather and ask for his advice, Grandpa Bobby?”

Peggy chose her words carefully.

Her grandfather was the one who had captured Jasper Powell back then.

Outside the base., Flynn Pomfrey looked into the base with the help of a pair of binoculars.

The people inside that structure were not the only ones feeling nervous. He was feeling extremely nervous as well.

Colonel Orwell’s orders were to open fire.

The Northern Territory had never been on good terms with the other three territories. If the two colonels were injured or killed, it would cause infighting to break out.

Inside the tent, a bit of foxtail dangled from Xylon’s mouth. He propped a foot on the Jeep’s vehicle bumper as he brainstormed war strategy with several subordinates under his command.

“Gibson, tell us more about those electromagnetic towers!”

Xylon looked over at Mitchell Gibson, the scientist who had been transferred from the Science and Technology Institute to work at the Northern Territory.

Mitchell was a petite, cleanly-shaven man in his 50s dressed in military camouflage and a pair of sunglasses. He shone a flashlight on the improvised map of the base’s inner layout as he spoke.

“The electromagnetic tower can release six magnetic rays every second, which means eight towers can release 48 magnetic rays simultaneously. Once connected to the radar, they can intercept 48 of the shots we make every second!”

The subordinates all exchanged shocked looks.

Xylon narrowed his eyes as he asked, “Can we take them away? What would happen if they were used on the battlefield?”