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Chapter 1199 Return to New York

"What do you want to do?" Larry Griffin had a bad feeling as he watched Greg hang the black bag above Julia's head.

"Of course it's like you, like you did to the hundreds of people here who got cancer because of you, showing your kindness." Greg connected the infusion set to the bag of black substance with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"No, no, no, stop it, what are you going to do to my daughter?" Larry, realizing that the situation was not good, was about to step forward when he was hit back by the other party with the butt of a gun.

"Come on, don't you always think these things are safe? Otherwise you would have handled them properly, right?"

"I don't understand, what are you talking about?" Larry Griffin asked in a crying voice.

"It's just coal ash." Greg found the vein skillfully and inserted the infusion needle into Julia's arm.

"Stop, I beg you." Only then did Larry wake up from his dream and understand the request of the person in front of him. "I swear, I have never illegally discharged these things."

"How much do you want? Just tell me a number, no matter how much you want, as long as you let my daughter go." Larry tried to get closer again, but the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead.

Greg stared at him expressionlessly, "Sorry, I'm afraid you can't solve all the problems with money this time."

"My father is a good man. He has never hurt anyone." Julia, who was tied to a chair, pleaded bitterly.

"Tell your daughter what kind of person you are. This is your last chance." Greg put his hand on the adjustment wheel of the infusion pump.

Seeing Larry just standing there in silence, the mocking expression on his face gradually turned into misery, "You see, now we are in the same situation, just like I was at the beginning, watching my daughter die slowly in silence.

It started with nausea and vomiting, then fainting from the pain, until eventually the painkillers stopped working.”

As the roller was released, black liquid like ink slowly dripped down, and the three people present couldn't help but look at the transparent infusion tube that was being stained by black.

"Every time the pain came, she would scream like an animal caught in a trap, and then she would start losing weight, 10, 20 pounds."

Tears flowed from Greg's eyes and ran down the sides of his nose, "And then she turned into a skeleton sleeping next to you, tiny, as if she was three years old again, or even two.

Finally, she was so weak that even in pain, she couldn't make much sound. I had to hold my breath and put my ear to her mouth to barely hear those few words. "

Greg was so choked up that he could hardly speak. "She said, 'Daddy, save me,' but I couldn't do anything."

"Shut up!" Larry said, as if insulted, "I have never done anything like that! There is no evidence to prove that I have illegally discharged coal ash."

"Stop lying!" Greg grabbed his neck and poked the gun into his forehead. "I've driven a truck for you before, and we both know how this works.

Those truck drivers from other places took your money and unloaded the iron barrels full of coal ash here. The land next to this farm belongs to you!"

Seeing that Larry was finally speechless, Julia looked at her father with disbelief, "Is everything he said true?"

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence until Clay's angry voice came from outside the barn, "FBI, don't move!"

Before Greg could react, a stun bomb bounced twice on the rotten wooden board and landed at his feet with a bang.

The high skylight of the barn was broken open directly, and almost at the same time when the rappelling rope was thrown down, a figure jumped down from the skylight window nearly ten meters high.

"Don't move." Jack used his knee to hold Greg, who was still trying to struggle, and looked coldly at Larry who was trying to touch the pistol that fell on the ground, "Including you."

The wooden walls on both sides of the barn, which was already drafty on all sides, were forcibly dismantled, and the members of the wanted criminal team rushed in. Jiejie stepped forward, pinched the tube of the infusion device, and helped Julia pull out the needle.

"You'll be fine. The contents inside haven't had time to enter you yet."

The terrified girl hugged Jiejie and burst into tears.

"Baby, baby, I'm so glad you're okay." Larry got up from the ground and tried to hug his daughter to comfort her, but Julia subconsciously hid behind Jiejie.

"You gave me the land next door, but when I said I wanted to build a cottage on it for vacation, you said no. So what that person said was true, right?"

Facing Julia's questioning, Larry, who was originally in shock, suddenly frowned and said, "I will explain this to you privately later."

"No, let's talk now." Julia's attitude was unexpectedly tough at this time.

"You explained that the land there was soft and wet because it was close to a water source and not suitable for building a house, but I just wanted a cabin, so that didn't make any sense."

Julia demanded, “So, my family has been burying fly ash under that land since Grandpa, right?”

At this time, Jack had already handcuffed Greg and handed him over to the police officer who came forward to assist. He then looked coldly at Larry Griffin.

"EPA investigators will be here early tomorrow morning, and the FBI will assist them. How about saving us some effort, Mr. Griffin?"

Seeing that the FBI agents around him were all looking at him with interest, Larry, who had been a little panicked just now, seemed to have gained courage from somewhere. He straightened his back and his waist, and his attitude returned to its usual arrogant state.

"It's private land, if you have any problems please contact my lawyers, they will handle everything."

Jack ignored him and turned to look at the girl. "I think I just heard that the land actually belongs to Miss Julia Griffin."

"Yes, it's not up to you, Dad." The girl looked up at Larry with a firm gaze, "The ownership of that piece of land belongs to me, and I am willing to cooperate with the EPA's investigation."

So sometimes Jack still likes white leftists. Quite a number of them are just stupid, not bad.

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The celebration in Maggrave Town is still going on. The wanted criminal team who completed the case left Jubal behind to clean up the mess and returned to Georgia first.

Someone who was even more miserable than Jubal boarded a flight back to New York early the next morning.