Military Lord of the White Coats

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Everyone's gone mad. Everyone's gone mad! Are they all rushing back to Langdon?"

At the same time, in the Langdon Battle Division, the commander of all the battle divisions in Langdon, Patrick Stone, was looking at all of the messages that were sent in from all around the world. He felt a shiver down his spine.

"Someone, I want to speak to the Heaven God of War over the phone!" Patrick Stone said with a grim expression.

Just now, the Four Great Gods of War who had been sent out on missions by Langdon, Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow, had completed their missions before the stipulated time and were rushing back to Langdon like madmen.

Not only that, the Five Great Kings of War who were responsible for defending Langdon's borders had also immediately given him a report saying that they were heading to the south.

Patrick Stone's intuition told him that the Four Great Gods of War were probably heading to the south after they returned to Langdon as well.

What exactly happened in the south?

Patrick Stone had asked all of the commanders in the south but no one could give him an answer.

"Commander, the Heaven God of War rejected the call!"

What?!

Patrick Stone's heart trembled. He was now in the absolute worst mood.

"It looks like something major has happened. Investigate it. Continue investigating it. We have to find out what exactly happened in the south!"

Everyone started to get busy after they heard Patrick Stone's order.

At the same time, the battle divisions, Executive Bureau, and the military divisions of Langdon's south were manically asking the organizations under them about what happened.

However, the answers they got were all the same. Nothing was happening! It was peaceful!

"This is strange! This is strange! This is impossible!" Patrick Stone knitted his brows as he read the report that was presented to him.

"Commander, Frank Robins from the Aerial Battle Division is requesting a call with you!" a communications officer ran to Patrick Stone's side and reported.

"Tell him to stop bothering me. I'll give him the fifth-generation fighter jets when they come. Tell him to stop pestering me like a b*tch!"

Patrick Stone was frustrated. He had no time to entertain Frank Robins. At the moment, finding out what exactly happened in the south was the most important thing on his plate.

The communications officer left but quickly returned. "Commander, Frank Robins said that it is not about the fighter jets. He said that he has something important to report to you."

Patrick Stone's face turned dark. He walked over to the phone, his patience thin. "What do you want!"

"Um..." Frank Robins paused, then said ceremoniously, "Commander, Bruce White is in a fighter jet and is preparing to land in Javon!"

Patrick Stone froze. "Bruce White? What Bruce White? Wait... Who did you say it was again?"

Bruce White?

Javon?

Whoosh!

Patrick Stone's heart trembled violently when he realized what was going on. He finally came to his senses.

Whoosh!

Only that man could make the Four Great Gods of War and Five Great Kings of War rush over without regard to time or place to meet him.

"F*ck! Why didn't you report something this important earlier?!!!" Patrick Stone roared in fury.

On the other end of the line, Frank Robins felt extremely indignant. He replied, "You didn't take my call, I-"

"Bullsh*t! Don't you have my private number?"

Frank Robins felt so indignant that he could not speak. He said in the smallest possible voice, "You blacklisted me the other time and have not restored it yet."

"Uh..." Patrick Stone's fury immediately died a little. He paused for a moment before saying, "Would I have blacklisted you if you didn't pester me every day?"

"Fine, it is all my fault, Commander." Frank Robins had nothing else to rebut him with. He only continued after he sensed that Patrick Stone had relaxed a little, "Commander, I made another mistake. Please reprimand me."

"F*ck!" Patrick Stone flared up again. He said angrily, "What did you do this time?!"

"I sent the 10 fighter jets of the 1st Drake Squadron to act as convoys for Military Lord Bruce. I also instructed Javon Airport to clear a runway for him."

Frank Robins became silent after he finished saying his piece. He knew that what he did went against the rules but he did not regret his decision. He had made the call this time to ask for forgiveness.

Whoosh!

As expected, Patrick Stone erupted with fury after he heard the news. Frank Robin's heart thumped wildly.

"It's over. I'll definitely be punished this time!" he thought.

"Why did you only send 10 f*cking fighter jets as a convoy? I gave you a thousand f*cking fighter jets! Did you f*cking eat those?"

Frank Robins was utterly confused.

"Frank, I have never offended you, have I? Why the f*ck are you screwing me over?"

"10 fighter jets! My reputation is the one that'll be destroyed if word of this gets out!"

"I'm ordering you right now, add a hundred fighter jets to the convoy and seal off the entire Javon Airport for an hour. Right now! Immediately! You're in deep sh*t if anything happens to Military Lord Bruce!"

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Frank Robins was still confused.

"Do you f*cking understand?!"

Frank Robins was a little dazed. He only stammered out a response when he got screamed at by Patrick Stone again, "Un-Understood."

Five minutes later, a hundred battle jets left the base and flew off into the distance.

It was still incredibly calm in Javon Airport at this moment. The new intern once again fearfully came to stand in front of her direct superior, Matthew Falls. "S-Sir, that person has called several times. Are we just going to ignore him like that?"

Matthew Falls did not pay attention to what the intern said at all. He said a little impatiently, "Warn him that I'll call the police on him if he continues with this nonsense!"

The intern did not dare to talk back. She once again returned to the communications equipment and told Bruce White, her tone extremely apologetic, "Mister, I'm very sorry. My superior still does not approve of your landing."

Matthew Falls propped up his legs as he sat behind the equipment in Javon Airport. His gaze landed on the new intern from time to time.

"S-Sir, the higher-ups have issued an order. They ordered us to seal off the airport for an hour and free up all the runways."

The intern put down the receiver in her hands and walked over once again. However, she kept her head low and did not dare to look at Matthew Falls.

"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you. Lift your head and let me have a good look at you."

Matthew Falls did not hear what the intern had said at all. All he had in his eyes was the intern's face, which was coy and uneasy.

The intern looked up slowly, not knowing where to put her hands. She wanted to say something but stopped herself.

She was only an intern. Whether or not she could pass this internship period depended on Matthew Falls.

Matthew Falls had a terrible reputation. Someone had told her about it on the first day she came to work. That person also told her something else. Those who did not let Matthew Falls take advantage of them will never pass their internship period.

Boom!

The door of the airport's control tower was pulled open violently just as Matthew Falls was about to reach his hand out and "take action".

"Who the f*ck- General Manager?"

Matthew Falls quickly pulled his hand back and stood up. He gave a 90-degree bow and was behaving as obediently as a startled quail.

"Did you guys not receive the order? Seal the airport! Why has no action been taken yet? Are even my words useless now?"

It was the general manager, the first-in-command of Javon Airport, Stanley Chase.

Gulp!

Matthew Falls swallowed. He was overcome with fright.

His uncle might be the deputy general manager of the airport, but that was after all just second-in-command. He still ranked lower than the first-in-command, Stanley Chase.

Matthew Falls's uncle wouldn't dare to offend Stanley Chase even if he was here, much less Matthew Falls who was only a distant relative.

"Wh-What orders? I-I didn't receive them. Rebecca, is there such a thing? Did you report it to me?"

Matthew Falls immediately chose to dump all the blame onto the new intern, Rebecca.

"I-" Rebecca trembled and had wanted to say something. However, she was immediately silenced by Matthew Falls, "What? Don't you know that every order is of utmost importance? How many times have I reminded you not to be on the phone while you are working! Yet you refuse to listen!"

Rebecca cried out of indignance when she heard those words. She could not stop crying.

"Look at you, sigh... Youngsters nowadays can't take even a little bit of stress. I just reprimanded you a little and you're already crying. Isn't this all your fault?"

Matthew Falls did not stop trying to push the blame. He made the new intern responsible for all of this.

"Matthew Falls! Do you really think that I'm a fool?" Stanley Chase was furious. He slapped Matthew Falls and immediately sent him falling to the ground.

Boom!!!

They heard the sounds of roaring engines. It was deafening.

Uh...

Everyone looked up at the horizon.

Beep, beep, beep...

The alarm of the radar rang out constantly, bringing the crowd back to their senses.

Matthew Falls crawled up from the ground and looked at the radar.

Fighter jets! There really were fighter jets coming!

1, 2, 3... 111 of them!

111 fighter jets were soaring toward them in a rectangular formation with monstrous authority.

Matthew Falls was dumbfounded. He stood there like a dazed chicken, unable to calm himself down for the longest time.

Stanley Chase immediately assumed command.. He accessed the airport's broadcast system and ordered, "From now on, the airport will be sealed for an hour. Make it so that even a fly will not be able to come in!"