"Mr. Nathan," PhD said with a sly grin, "I've always thought you had potential."
"Uh…" Nathan froze for a second. Did he just call me Mr. Nathan?
Did that mean… he wasn't going to die?
The realization hit him like a wave. Relief surged through his chest, and he felt like a man who'd just dodged a bullet. He nodded repeatedly, thanking PhD with genuine gratitude.
As for those enhancement materials? Nathan couldn't care less. Most of his men were already dead—there was no one left to enhance. And truth be told, he'd never really planned on using them anyway.
Right now, staying alive was all that mattered.
And just like that, the Los Angeles invasion came to an end.
Mad Dog, still aching with worry for Ethan, immediately stepped forward. "PhD, where's the boss now?"
"He's in Canada," PhD replied.
Mad Dog turned his gaze toward the distant horizon. Canada was still a long way off.
