"You don't look like that gangster," the old man looked at them carefully. "When that gang came to our village, they would either rob or burn it to death. Even if they came at night, they would cause chaos. Okay, let's go inside and talk.
"From what he said just now, it can be seen that the old man has a sense of trust in the five special forces soldiers, and he only allowed them to enter the house at this moment.
"When talking in the back room, the voice should be as low as possible. This is a place where gang spies and secret guards often hang out, and talking at night is not allowed. This has become a rule in our village with less than a hundred people in a radius of dozens of miles.
Just one, an outsider."
"Speech, what's going on in a village with less than a hundred people in a radius of dozens of miles?" Bill and Cobo asked at the same time.
During the conversation, five special forces soldiers and the old man quietly entered the room.
At this time, I saw the old woman in the room picking up a few small pieces of torn paper left on the ground. At this moment, I saw the old man walking quickly to the old woman and whispering a few words. After a while, I saw the old woman raising her head.
Come, there is a look of trust on the wrinkled face, but it can't help but be a little sad, and it also reveals a look that is confusing. "Outsiders, you talk to the old man here first," the old woman finally said.
, seemed unnatural, as if he was going to do something important. When he spoke, there was a sad look on his face, "I'll make you tea." After saying that, he opened the short and shabby curtains next to him and left in a hurry.
When I got out, there was the sound of curtains falling. (To be continued)