The God of War by Useless scholar

The God of War Chapter 237

About half an hour later, in the eastern coastal area of Ocean City.

An eagle winged fighter jet flew from the north and slowly stopped in front of Jorge.

“Mr. Green!”

At the door of the cabin, Rosefinch was wearing a military uniform. He bowed to Jorge and said, “Rosefinch and the

Special Warfare Squad, at your command! News from all parties has been sealed off. No news will leak out!”

“Good job!”

Jorge entered the cabin and stared at the flying soldier in the driver’s seat. He said in a deep voice, “On my mark!

Forcibly locate Albert’s mobile phone with the army satellite. I want to know where his last spot was before his

mobile phone was turned off!”

In the cockpit ahead, two flying soldiers acted decisively. In less than two minutes, they responded loudly, “Mr.

Green, the location before Mr. Easton’s phone was switched off was in Brigham City, Craddock Province,

Southfield!”

Without any hesitation, Jorge commanded.

“Let’s go!”

…

In Brigham City, Craddock Province, Southfield.

The flames of war raged across the land!

Sat in the back of a pickup truck, Albert was covered with a black headgear on his head and his hands were tied

behind his back. Listening to the roar of bullets around him, he was so scared that his whole body trembled.

“Boss, they are here!”

Two fierce bandits, one on the left and one on the right, escorted Albert out of the car and pushed him into the

crude house beside. They shouted to a bearded man, “That’s the guy. He wears a watch worth more than 30

thousand. He must be rich!”

The bearded man, the leader of the Barlow, was nicknamed Vulture. With a black headscarf on his head and a cigar

in his mouth, he shouted coldly at Albert, “Alluoxi, saitu Leon, kasaya!”

He was speaking the local Southfield language.

This was a modern language. In the 16th century, East Indo Company had brought contract workers and slaves to

Southfield. They had developed this language together. Less than two million people were using this language

throughout the world. Albert didn’t understand it at all!

“Du…Dude?”

Albert thought that his head was going to be chopped off, so he turned to look at the burly criminal who was

escorting him. He was so scared that xo.com fast updatetears almost flowed out. “Dude, what did your boss

just say? Is he going to kill me?”

“I’m willing to pay the ransom. My family has money!”

Behind him, the bandit that understood Albert’s words chuckled. He smashed the gun against Albert and cursed,

“Our boss said that if the Daclustein Kingdom refuses to redeem you with 100 million, we will chop off your head

tomorrow and synchronously broadcast the decapitation video worldwide!”

Albert’s entire body trembled as he heard the scary news. Only one last thought remained in his mind.

“Jorge, my son-in-law. I’m afraid I won’t be able to go back this time. You must take good care of Roselyn and

Aleena, as well as Liv. They depend on you!”

…

“Mr. Green, here we are!”

After about six hours, the sky was almost dark.

About three kilometers away from Brigham City, next to a broken road filled with the smoke of gunpowder, Jorge

held his phone and looked at the coordinates displayed on the screen. His eyes were gloomy.

The last place where Albert appeared was here! “Three kilometers to the northwest is Brigham City. Albert was

probably captured there.”

He looked up at the northwest. Under the night sky, with his sight fixed on the dim lights of Brigham City, Jorge

pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, “Rosefinch, you and the squad get close by lurking. Stop at the

periphery of Brigham City and hide. Wait for my order!”

Behind him, Rosefinch and the twenty-four Special Warfare Squad members said in unison, “Yes, sir!”

Jorge stood there and thought for a moment. He deleted all the secrets on the phone and then went to Brigham

City alone.

About twenty minutes later, on the edge of the city.

With a loud boom, a fist-sized pit suddenly appeared three meters in front of Jorge, bursting into a cloud of smoke

and dust. Obviously, there was a sniper in the distance, trying to issue a warning with this method!

“Don’t shoot!”

Jorge raised his hands above his head and shouted, “I don’t have any weapons with me. I’m from the Daclustein

Kingdom. According to your request, I come here to redeem the hostage!”

Suddenly, a total of four bandits rushed out from behind a few broken walls in the surroundings. Three of them

carried micro submachine guns and the last one held a big sniper rifle. A red dot of light from the scope locked

exactly onto Jorge’s forehead.

“What’s your name? Who are you for?”

A bandit handed a gun to his companion, pulled out a thick hemp rope, and tied Jorge’s hands behind his back. He

then spoke in Chinese that was not very fluent, his eyes full of vigilance, “Did you bring the money? How much?”

As he spoke, he searched Jorge’s entire body and grabbed the phone in his hand.

“You know Chinese? That’s great!”

Jorge pretended to be surprised and explained, “I don’t have cash with me but the phone. I will transfer the money

to you later. You can check it. The phone is very ordinary and has no modification.”

The bandit slightly paused. He carefully checked Jorge’s mobile phone to make sure that it was not a threat. Then,

he stuffed it back into Jorge’s back pocket and shouted at the distance, “Aliado, tehrall!”

Jorge’s eyes lit up instantly.

It was the Southfield language that few people could understand.

As the Lord of War God, Jorge was also familiar with this kind of obscure language and he heard the sentence

clearly.

The bandit believed what he said.

The meaning of the bandit’s words was, “Take him to the boss. This person doesn’t have a weapon. He should be

here to redeem Albert!”

Albert was indeed here