NovelStartMuch less was it possible to imprison them all.
Moreover, several of them had quite a few visitors daily. They must be conspiring something in secret.
Otis kicked away the coffee table in apparent annoyance.
"Send more people to surround their houses and show it to the others. Then find a way to make the old man suffer a bit. Sold
illness will do, and make sure he will have to stay in bed. If | don't fix them properly, they will think | am a sick cat! | don't believe
that others will dare to follow them again."
"Yes, Mr. Robertson." Eugene leaned over, "I'll arrange for someone to do it right away."
He just got up and was ready to go to execution.
Otis suddenly called him back, "Wait."
"Mr. Robertson, what else can | do for you?" Eugene asked respectfully.
"I suspect that there are currently outside forces involved in the internal affairs of our military." Otis stood up and walked to the
window; it was snowing outside the house, and the distant mountains were covered with snow and stretched out in the distance.
The pale sky and earth were bleak white.
"You call Mr. Moore at Military Intelligence and tell him to find out who, exactly, has been in frequent contact with foreign forces
lately. What kind of threat would that pose to me." Otis thought about it. He must eliminate this possibility, so he could only rest
assured.
For sreason, the recent strange movement made him somewhat worried.
Things, perhaps, were more complicated than he thought.
"Yes, Mr. Robertson," Eugene led the way.
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Otis pushed open the window and let the cold winter wind pour straight into the house, immediately dispelling all the warmth.
The cold and stinging sensation made his mind extra clear.
"Frank's been guarding Hill 372 for many days now, | think." He asks, "Are the resources running out?"
Eugene returned, "Mr. Robertson, according to the analysis of the local troops, it should be soon. It will last three days at most."
Otis rubbed his jaw hard.
Right now, Charlotte escaped, and there was no telling what Charlotte would do with the whole thing.
Frank guarded Cecelia, occupying Hill 372 and was currently running out of resources. At best, it would last for another three days.
Seizing power was more difficult than he thought, mainly because the forces of the Heath family were deep-rooted and complex,
and many generals were related to each other, so it was impossible to remove them all, let alone uproot them.
He was not going to do anything to General Ralph.
Once he did, that would be a real conspiracy to rebel, and it would make things more difficult for him.
But if, for example, General Ralph's followers could never be put right, he would have to take the plunge.
Otis pondered for a moment and said in a cold voice, "Prepare for an attack. Get heavy weapons and mortars all in place. Once
Frank and the others run out of resources, be ready to attack."
"Mr. Robertson ..." Eugene asked with shesitation.
Once this was done, it was tantamount to telling the world that they had usurped power and rebelled.
But he wouldn't dare question Otis' decision.
"Yes, Mr. Robertson."
Otis stood by the window, eyes closed against the jagged cold wind, and his breaths were frozen into ice.
He could only really threaten General Ralph if he first got Cecelia.
He sneered maniacally.
Once the attack began, Cecelia must be firmly controlled.
She was the only weakness of General Ralph.
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