Unlimited Son-In-Law - Season 2 Episode 54

The Independent Regiments

A hint of ridicule emerged on Donald’s face. “Akio? I’ll go kill him later!”

Taken aback, Jay froze briefly before saying coldly, “You’re currently at Fortune Bar, my territory. I have hundreds of hidden guards and the most advanced security system. Have you considered the consequences?”

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“Really?” Donald did not let the anger take over him. He waited patiently for a better time to kill his enemy. Sitting on the couch, he took out his phone.

Jay ordered his subordinates through the walkie-talkie, “Everyone, come to the eighth floor.”

Hurried footsteps blared out just then. Clad in suits, approximately four hundred young men with various weapons in their hands stormed into the roughly thousand-square-meter-wide eighth floor.

Wearing sunglasses, each of them had a ferocious look etched on their face.

Nevertheless, Donald was not at all frightened. He opened the door and looked at the myriad of men.

Jay sat on the couch leisurely, crossing his legs. “Look at what you did. How do you get out of here now after making such a silly mistake?”

Only then did Yvette and the rest feel at ease, thinking that they were saved.

Twirling her hair, Yvette said, “Donald, you’re too reckless. It seems like today will be your final day.”

Irene added, “That’s right. Why can’t you just live your life obediently? That’s what you get for playing the hero.”

“Don’t force yourself to fight for justice. It’ll only bring tragedies upon you and the others,” Rebecca scorned, giving off a supercilious, self-important vibe.

Shima snarled after a painful groan, “I’ll tear him into pieces!”

Casting an indifferent look, Donald said, “You still don’t understand even at this point, do you?”

Jay and the rest froze, unable to fathom what he meant by that.

Before their eyes, Donald took out a phone to dial a number. “Has the independent regiment arrived?”

Independent regiment? What is he talking about?

In fact, there were three independent regiments in Pollerton, which were Pollerton 318 Regiment, Pollerton Air Force Regiment, and Pollerton Tank Regiment.

However, they would never show themselves before the public, as they would either be training or conducting night missions.

“Is he a moron?” Jay chuckled contemptuously. Even the most influential man in Pollerton, Neil, doesn’t have such authority!

Whoosh!

A sudden gust of wind howled out of thin air, followed by the roaring of engines and whirring of rotors.

Jay immediately jolted up from the couch and looked out of the window in sheer terror. His face went ashen.

Six military helicopters were hovering outside the window, and the army had set the machine guns.

Turning on the searchlights, they directed the dazzling light into the eighth floor. It was then that a voice rang out. “Sir, Pollerton Air Force Regiment of Pollerton at your command!”

Jay and the others instantly redirected their gazes at Donald, their eyes brimming with astonishment.

Who exactly is he? How powerful is he to be able to mobilize Pollerton Air Force Regiment in such a short time?

Despite his excruciating wound, Shima pointed at Donald. “Who the hell are you?”

To his surprise, Donald merely sat stone-still there without making any movements, just like a statue.

A fearful scream came from Jay’s walkie-talkie. “Mr. Carter, this is bad! Fortune Bar has been sealed off!”

Feeling incredulous, Jay instinctively ran to the balcony and looked down, only to find out that the originally busy streets had become deserted.

Though, there were some people left.

Standing in several lines were the special forces, all clad in combat uniforms and armed with guns. Together, they stood at attention in a square formation.

Jay knew the leader of the troops.

It was a major-general in Pollerton, Ryan.

Out of the blue, orderly clatters and agonizing screams blared out from the walkie-talkie.

In only two minutes, hundreds of armies stormed in from the stairs on the eighth floor.

“Put down your weapon and get down!” Holding a submachine gun, Ryan looked mighty and righteous in that form.

Compared to Pollerton 318 Regiment, Jay’s security system was far too weak.

All his subordinates tossed their weapons away without putting up any resistance. Then, they crouched down at the corner of the wall.