Salute To The General
Chapter 3391 Let Him Out

Nathan's face darkened. He coldly asked, "What about him?"

Francis spoke softly with his head lowered. "He's currently undergoing treatment but doesn't look too good. "I'm worried that the sight of him may frighten you, Mr. Cross. Perhaps we should refrain from seeing him for now!" Nathan's gaze fell on Francis.

Francis felt a chill run down his spine under Nathan's gaze and felt incredibly nervous.

Nathan slowly asked, "Will seeing him affect the treatment?"

Upon hearing that, Francis was taken aback, stammering, "Well... I don't think it's that serious."

Nathan said indifferently, "Why avoid meeting him, then? Take me to see him immediately." Francis could only reply, "Yes!"

Moments later, Francis led Nathan to the deepest part of the research institute. There were several checkpoints, each with incredibly heavy titanium doors. They were also equipped with high-tech password locks. There was no way to get in without proper identification and authorization.

Moreover, soldiers dispatched from the Channing military district were also responsible for guarding and protecting the checkpoints.

Nathan slightly furrowed his eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

At last, they arrived at the deepest part of the research base, in front of a ward.

Strictly speaking, that was already a prison.

The room featured an ultra-thick bulletproof glass capable of withstanding the impact of a cannonball.

The door to the room was also half a meter thick, made of titanium, much like the prison meant for confining elites.

Nathan voiced his dissatisfaction. "Sevan is my subordinate and my friend. What do you think you're doing with him? Is this how you treat a sick person?"

Francis quickly responded, "Mr. Cross, we really didn't want it to be this way."

"Unfortunately, as the days of withholding blood from Sevan grew longer, his temper became increasingly volatile. Furthermore, his craving for fresh blood became more and more intense. I worry that one day he will be blinded by desire, lose all reason, and become a bloodthirsty monster, slaughtering innocent humans wherever he goes. Hence, I had no choice but to imprison him, forcing his body to gradually relinquish its craving for fresh blood."

When Nathan heard that, his face brightened a bit.

His gaze penetrated the glass, landing on a disheveled man inside the room.

The man was filthy and extremely skinny.

Even his chest and abdomen were deeply sunken in. Each of his ribs was clearly visible. Nathan was shocked by what he saw. "Sevan, how did you become so thin?"

Francis said, "He hasn't eaten for a long time, and my treatment plan doesn't include any blood for him drink. Plus, the constant experimentation with new drugs on him has gradually led to his current condition."

Not a trace of pain was present in Nathan's eyes.

Sevan was originally slumbering on the ground. When he seemed to detect Nathan's complex gaze, he abruptly sat up without warning, his eyes fierce as he looked towards the glass window. At that moment, his eyes met with Nathan's.

His eyes, originally filled with murderous intent, froze upon meeting Nathan's gaze, full of pity, sadness, and guilt.

The murderous intent in his eyes gradually faded away. His eyes, once clouded with a desire for slaughter and a thirst for blood, slowly began to clear. "Master?" He tried calling out.

His voice, captured by the sound detector in the room, was transmitted to the speaker outside. Nathan and the others could hear it loud and clear. Francis, along with his adjutant and a few staff members nearby, couldn't help but show expressions of surprise.

Francis exclaimed in shock, "Ever

since he stopped receiving blood, he gradually descended into madness He doesn't recognize anyone anymore. All he sees in his eyes are slaughter and bloodshed. He

actually becomes lucid after

meeting you, Mr. Cross! It's truly unbelievable!"