Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 68 [Fall]

"This matter must be resolved."

After everyone had seen enough, Sandro gave the order almost as if it were the final word.

"With something this serious happening... the Kingdom won't just ignore it, right?"

Haska was a little hesitant.

"Why don't we wait for the Kingdom's officials..."

"Haska, have you ruined your brain by playing with women? Have you forgotten who instigated this? Even if the kingdom will eventually resolve it, it will be so late. What will happen to our business? Our business can't wait even a day!"

George growled almost furiously.

He was really anxious.

After reading the information, Ethan finally understood.

The so-called memetic pollution is that ancient relics or real objects mutate and produce something that can kill people, similar to a curse, which is a meme.

It can be transmitted through some medium.

This time it's liquid.

That's why so many people who drank moonshine died suddenly and tragically.

The only way to solve this problem is to go to San Quanti to find the source and eliminate the source to completely stop the spread of the meme.

"I don't care what you do, this matter must be resolved immediately. This is also what the gentleman behind me meant."

John Holt was also anxious.

Normally he wouldn't mention the person behind him, but now he can only bring it up to put pressure on others.

"I will send Clay to take people to San Quanti."

Sandro's meaning is very clear, what about you?
George nodded first.

Ethan and Dani followed closely behind.

Only Haska hesitated, but seeing that everyone was looking at him, he could only nod.

"Give me the selected candidates as soon as possible, and we will set off in the evening."

After saying this, Sandro turned and left.

George and Dani also hurried to prepare.

Only Haska hesitated and moved closer to Ethan.

"Ethan, you know that I am the only one in our family who has a True Name. I..."

"Don't worry, Haska. Just have your people follow my people. It'll be fine."

Ethan patted his shoulder.

Haska breathed a sigh of relief, as if a drowning man had grasped the last straw: "Ethan, I knew you were my best friend."

After returning home, Ethan immediately called a meeting of core members.

As soon as he finished speaking, Vincent stood up and said, "I'll take the people with me."

He then added, "I am the second-ranked Berserker in the God of War's True Name. I'm probably the strongest here. Furthermore, I have experience with memetic contamination."

The real name of the God of War is No. 2. No wonder he could deal with Lewis so easily before.

Ethan actually also favored Vincent, so he nodded and said, "Vincent, I'll give you a few more people. If you need anything, tell me. Make sure they're safe."

Then Vincent began to prepare.

In the evening, Ethan and Vincent had a meal and then he prepared to set off.

Before leaving, Ethan whispered to Vincent, "Huskar's people will follow you when the time comes. If there's a chance..."

Vincent understood what Ethan meant and nodded slightly.

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Time flies, and five days pass quickly.

Things didn't get any better.

From time to time, there are still unlucky people in the city of Winster who suddenly fall to the ground, scream in pain, and eventually turn into ice cubes.

Protests and boycotts against bootleg liquor also reached a peak.

Ethan and his team's bootleg liquor business entered a complete ice age.

These days, Ethan had no time to do anything else. He stopped going to Winchester University and stopped painting. He just waited for news and studied the city of San Quantico.

As time went on, his uneasiness grew.

It only takes one day at most to get from Winster to San Quantico, even if the road is blocked by heavy snow.

Five days…

There was no news for five days. Today.

Ethan was reading the history of the northern part of the kingdom at home when Anya suddenly hurried in from outside.

"what happened?"

Although Anya usually had no expression, Ethan could sense something from the aura emanating from her.

"Someone has returned..."

"where?"

Ethan stood up immediately.

"It's not Vincent." Anya immediately gave another answer that Ethan didn't want to hear.

"where?"

Ethan asked a second time.

"He's right outside. I have someone giving him first aid. He's in a very bad condition."

Anya said as she headed outside.

Ethan followed closely behind.

In the hall, a member of the Poretta family wearing a black windbreaker was lying on the sofa, twitching continuously.

His entire body was covered in a layer of frost, and he felt as if he was about to freeze to death at any moment.

The fireplace in the room was already burning at full blast, and he was covered with many thick blankets and quilts, but he was still shivering.

Hot water was also pouring into his mouth.

Ethan walked over, and when he saw Ethan, he tried to move his eyes and said, “Sir…we were attacked by an unknown person…Sir Vincent and I got separated…I was too scared…I’m…I’m sorry…uh!”

As he spoke, he suddenly began to vomit uncontrollably.

What he vomited out was a large amount of fishy and black fish scales.

At the moment he vomited, Ethan suddenly stretched out his hand as if to grab something.

In one go, he caught it.

"Master?" Anya quickly stood in front of him and looked at him.

Ethan shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

At this time, the phone at home rang.

It was Sandro calling.

After half an hour.

The meeting was held again on the third floor of Beihai Star Hotel.

Looking at everyone present, Sandro, who was sitting in the main seat, spoke first: "It seems that more than one person has returned."

"Clay is back?" George couldn't help but ask.

This is also the question Ethan wants to know.

"No, the one who came back was a young man." Sandro shook his head.

The situation in other families was similar. Those who came back were insignificant people, and the most important people did not come back.

Except for the Murrich family.

None of the people sent by Huskar returned.

"So what should we do now?" John Holt's face couldn't be worse. He had hardly slept well these days.

Now, another piece of bad news.

It was clear that the operation against San Quanti had failed.

Is the bootlegging business really going to be over?

"I'll go, I'll go myself!" George was like a gambler who had lost all his money. He slammed the table and looked at everyone.

His behavior frightened Haska, who was about to speak, so much that he had to swallow his words back.

Dani was the second to respond: "I'm going too. My brother is still there. I'm going to pick him up."

Their eyes wandered around the table, but Haska didn't dare to look them in the eye and lowered his head.

Sandro opened his hands. "I will send Emilio and more men."

That leaves Ethan.

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