The Legendary Man

Chapter 123 What Is His Name

“Cut the crap and tell me who issued the order!” Jonathan gave him an impatient look. “I want to know who made the Special Forces listen to the police’s order!”

The Special Forces were under the jurisdiction of the Jazona Military District, with the Divine Dragon Guards as their superior.

The Special Forces weren’t under the administration of the police, as both of them were under different systems.

“No one gave us the order,” Duncan answered. “We came here at Chief Barnstone’s request.” He couldn’t help but wonder who Jonathan was, for no one in the state of Jazona had the guts to speak to the Special Forces in such a commanding tone, let alone call Zachary and Thierry by their names.

“So you acted on your own, huh?” Jonathan said, his expression frigid. “Call the person-in-charge of the Special Forces. I would like to ask him how he usually manages your team! His subordinates have conducted an operation behind his back. He deserves to be punished. If he can’t provide a satisfactory explanation today, he’ll lose his position as the person-in-charge of your team!”

I established the Four Asura Guards single-handedly, and the Special Forces fall under the Four Asura Guards’ jurisdiction. How dare the Special Forces point their rifles at me?

“Nonsense!” Duncan hissed angrily. “What right do you have to order us and our head around? Who do you think you are?”

“You’ll find out whether I have the right to order you around when you call your head!” Jonathan didn’t want to waste any more time trying to convince him.

“All right. You are that eager to meet your doom, huh? Let me fulfill your wish!” Duncan then whipped out his phone to make a call.

How dare he interfere in the Special Forces’ business? He must have a death wish!

Duncan reported, “Commander Cloutier, I am Captain Duncan Sharpe of the Special Forces Team One—” Before he could finish his sentence, Thierry cut in impatiently, “What is this about?”

terrorist in a restaurant in Jazona, but he seems to know you and insisted for me to call you,” Duncan revealed, flashing

knew that Thierry was the grumpiest person in all

to order them around, he assumed

as told? Are you the captain of Special Forces Team One, or the hostage of that person? I don’t see you being this obedient during training.” As expected, Thierry flew into a fit of rage and declared furiously, “Why would you think I’d know a terrorist? If you call me in the middle of the night next time over such a trivial matter, you’ll have to reflect

answered, his hands shaking from

hang up, Thierry suddenly asked, “By the

name?” Duncan repeated his

Goldstein,” came Jonathan’s

is Jonathan Goldstein, Commander Cloutier,” reported Duncan dutifully. Hearing that, Thierry

Duncan answered obediently though he had no idea why Thierry’s tone

from the other end of the line. Without giving a chance for Duncan to speak, he babbled on, “Tell him I’ll be there in twenty minutes. No, scrap that. Make that ten minutes! I’ll be there

“Commander Cloutier—”

f*ck up.” Duncan was cut off once again by a surly Thierry. “Before I arrive,

that, he hung

disconnected. He forced himself to

he’ll be here in ten

a clue from his

figure out

for his arrival,”

minutes later, not a minute more, and not a minute less, a loud rumble was heard in the

zoomed toward them, weaving through the crowd and ramming