The person who spoke was an old woman, and her slightly reproachful words contained a very anxious tone.
"Don't worry," said the voice of an old man. "Although I have been very worried these days, I think Sam is a smart kid and he will not be caught by gangsters on the way there. I believe this kid's
ability."
Captain Wright knocked on the door twice.
"Who?" came a short but alert voice from the old man in the back room.
"I'm passing by. It's dark and I want to stay overnight. I'll leave tomorrow morning." Wright glanced at Bill. Bill understood and quickly put the puppet Sam into the first aid bag.
Immediately there was a hurried sound of packing things inside the house.
The door opened, and in the dim moonlight, the team members saw clearly that the person who opened the door was an old man, with a deeply sunken face, a slender and strong figure, and a pair of bright eyes that shot out a sharp gaze.
Without saying a word, the old man quickly and inexplicably made an
Asking them if they are from X organization.
They glanced at each other, turned around, and Wright waved his hand and said "NO" in denial. (To be continued)