Immediately afterwards, the old man asked to check the arms of several members of the team.
There is no X shape, the exclusive code name of Organization X, on the folded arms.
"Who are you here for?" The old man asked something strange. It seemed that the things that should be said first were put backwards, and the things that should be said last were put in front. His tone was very vigilant, and his eyes were constantly looking around.
There were five people in the room. What he said seemed a little confusing, but from the serious look on his face, it was not obvious that he was an unclear person.
"Since we currently don't know each other's identity and purpose, how about this, how about we each brief each other on their approximate identities and then discuss it?" Wright said something straightforward and frank.
"I am not a member of the gang here, nor are all the others in our village." The old man said helplessly after hearing Wright's sincere words.
"The gangs here, the rest of the people in your village are not gangsters, what do you mean by this sentence?" The inquisitive Bill couldn't hold back his temper at this time.
At this time, Wright also felt a sense of confusion in his heart.
"Now you also need to roughly declare your identity." The old man asked at this time. He seemed unwilling to miss any link. Because he understood very well at this moment, even though the cold wind outside the village was like an ice blade
It scrapes on everyone's body mercilessly, making people shiver from time to time, and their whole body seems to be covered in pimples. (To be continued)