The God of War Chapter 227

At four o’clock in the afternoon, about 200 kilometers away from Ocean City, Roselyn’s hometown, Easton Village.

It was a rural area surrounded by mountains. The road there was rugged to go. The Easton family was the villagers’ pride for their achievement in the city.

“Jorge’s here!”

“Let’s go and welcome Jorge! He is Albert’s matrilocal son-in-law!”

“Matrilocal son-in-law? Isn’t he a pushover? What can a pushover do to help?”

Before Jorge’s coming, the great intersection of this village had been filled with villagers. They gathered together and gabbled about the Easton’s and Jorge.

Right at the time.

A red Porsche rushed in as a red light and stopped before the villagers slowly.

“Who is Jonah?”

Getting off the Porsche, Jorge glanced at the crowd and asked, “What’s the matter? Take your time. I’m here for you.”

Jonah Easton was the head of Easton Village. Jonah struggled to get out of the crowd and said, coughing with a sad look, “Jorge, right? Our village has been suffering a strange thing in the past few months.

“Our villagers are getting sick and going to the hospital. The strange thing is that their diagnoses are astonishingly similar: stomach disease that is caused by unsatisfactory diet hygiene. Villagers with mild symptoms suffer from stomach ulcers, and the critical ones get early-stage stomach cancer. The whole village was in a panic. We have raised some money and asked a specialized institute to check the water quality. But the result was negative.”

Jonah wore a bitter expression and sighed, “We are wondering if Albert can find us some reliable experts. This is too much for us to suffer!”

Jorge frowned a little.

excellent water quality and fertile land, the villagers

the given

“Uncle Jonah.

there are any strange signs before the villagers get ill, such as a small earthquake, landslide, mudslide, or

Jonah nodded

yes! Half a year ago, a pharmaceutical factory was built in the North Mountain, and then many crops

they have purification equipment and will not

go home and wait for my news. I’ll go to the factory

talking, Jorge was

“Jorge, wait a minute!”

beckoned a crew-cut young man in his twenties to come and introduced the young man to Jorge, “This is my son,

advice and got in the car with Skyler, who looked simple and honest. The car

was about five or six miles

“Jorge, here we are!”

of the Porsche, Skyler pointed to a modern industrial zone and said, “That’s the pharmaceutical factory. I heard that the boss is a

Dougherty family from

Porsche by the side of the road and went ahead to the

“Who are you?”

afar, they rushed out with batons on their

head, “We just want

go

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