"You... you..." William Barenchi clenched the lapel of his coat tightly, his face pale with rage, and roared, "Bastards! You want to! You want to..."
The door was kicked open with a thud. An officer strode in with guards, and both Albert and Voss hastily saluted.
The officer took one look and immediately understood what had transpired in the office. He glared angrily at the two junior officers. "What are you wasting time talking for? Your orders were to keep an eye on him! Don't let him kill himself!"
Ignoring the livid expression on Barenchi's face, the officer pulled out a sheet of paper filled with signatures, slammed it onto the desk, and, with a mocking tone, said, "General, please sign."
"Sign? Sign what?"
The officer took out a handkerchief to wipe his nose and said nonchalantly, "An arrest warrant."
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