The lobby on the first floor of the villa.
Russell and his small team gathered here to start today's dinner.
On the round table, a total of three people, including him, gathered here.
There is a bed next to the table, and Romero is lying on it with an IV drip. He is in a coma and has not yet awakened.
This is his team, plus Romero and his small team of four people in total.
Romero, a former Marine Corps veteran and former WHO volunteer, is the deputy captain of this small team fighting human trafficking and is also the person in charge of force.
Martha, a former WHO volunteer and former chief professor of St. Peter's Medical College, is the medical leader of this team.
John, a former top member of the Hackers League, is the team's network leader.
Finally, there is himself.
Russell, a former Cambridge University professor and former WHO volunteer, is the founder and captain of this team.
We are all elites among human beings, and we have all worked hard for our lofty ideals for many years.
But now, this group of elites gathered at the round table and ate their dinner every bite, and everyone's minds were completely free.
Romero, who was seriously injured, has just recovered and only needs to rest for a long time.
Therefore, the minds of the three people at the round table will inevitably dwell on the extraordinary things that they had no time to think about before.
The world seemed no longer what they knew.
Everything suddenly became unfamiliar.
"How's Romero's arm doing now?" Russell suddenly asked, breaking the silence among the people.
Looking at Romero who was unconscious beside him, he started with Romero's situation as the topic and deliberately avoided the extraordinary thing that everyone had been thinking about.
"Except John, is there anyone in this team who doesn't know some medical skills?" Martha raised her head and rolled her eyes at Russell. "Although Romero was rescued, you know exactly what will happen in the future."
Hearing this, Russell fell silent.
Indeed, he, Romero and Martha were both volunteers for the WHO.
Although his and Romero's medical skills are far inferior to Martha's, they are more or less capable.
He understood that with Martha's treatment, Romero was lucky to be able to recover from blood loss, inflammation and infection.
From now on, the arm that was pierced by the steel bar will definitely not be able to move frequently.
The massive muscle tears that come with an injury of this magnitude will inevitably have this effect.
"It just so happens that Romero hasn't gone back to see the children for a long time, why not..." John suddenly spoke, speaking so cryptically.
Although it was cryptic, Russell understood what John meant.
It was suggested that Romero should be sent home.
He is no longer suitable to be with them in the future. He has been doing such dangerous things for his lofty ideals all year round. It is better to go back and enjoy his life.
Russell fell into deep thought.
He also wanted the semi-disabled Romero to go back and enjoy life, but he understood that Romero himself definitely wanted to persist.
In front of countless victims who dared not speak loudly, he and Romero firmly made a lifelong vow to combat human trafficking.
There was silence for a long time, before he could say anything.
The doorbell rings suddenly.
The discussion round table suddenly fell into silence.
The three of them looked at each other, and their years of licking blood from a knife's edge made them all look wary.
Various thoughts were circulating in the minds of the three of them.
Did some provoking human trafficking organization come to the door? Or have they witnessed extraordinary events and attracted someone because of this?
Without thinking much, Russell took out the pistol from his waist and turned on the safety.
The eyes indicated that Martha and John were also ready to evacuate at any time.
Martha and John shook their heads when they saw this, and they all took out their pistols and stood guard by Romero's bedside.
Russell was silent for a long time, and then walked helplessly to the door of the villa.
He gently opened the door to a crack, blocking the view of people outside, with the pistol behind his back ready to fire at any time.
But when the door opened, it was an American soldier in camouflage uniform.
Not the members of a human trafficking organization who came to seek revenge as they imagined, nor the extraordinary people who might be sought out because they witnessed extraordinary events.
This is just an American soldier.
Russell could even recognize him by his military uniform as a soldier from Maj. Gen. Chris's mechanized special operations unit closest to the town.
I saw the soldier holding a notebook and looking at Russell who opened the door.
"Sorry to bother you, I need to investigate some issues on behalf of the government."
The American soldier smiled.
Russell frowned and frantically scanned the surrounding environment with the corner of his eyes.
Based on the reconnaissance skills and hiding methods taught by Romero, he was sure that he did not see any ambush hidden around him, and hundreds of swordsmen would not suddenly jump in his face.
However, at the door of several houses across the street, I also saw soldiers who were also holding notebooks.
Russell quickly glanced at the soldier in front of him. Based on his micro-expression, it was impossible to tell that the soldier showed any alertness or hostility.
He couldn't help but be silent for a moment.
Is it really just a survey of all people?
Not for them?
"gentlemen?"
The soldier looked at Russell, who had not responded for a long time, and shouted louder.
"Yeah, I'm here. What do you want to ask?"
Although Russell breathed a sigh of relief, he still looked at the soldier with doubts.
As a small town with developed tourism, Taos has never had an army stationed in it, except for a police station in the town.
Now, if suddenly there are soldiers going door to door to investigate...
Could it be that?
"Excuse me, how many people are in your family? What is the purpose of coming to Taos Town? Where were they from 0 to 6 o'clock in the morning today?"
The soldier picked up the pen and moved it to the notebook, looked at Russell and asked.
"I'm here for a trip, and I'm traveling with three friends. We should all be sleeping early this morning."
Russell pretended to think for a few seconds, and then answered as if nothing happened.
However, his heart was already turned upside down at this moment.
really!
Since you are asking about the early hours of the morning, it must be the US officials who discovered what happened in the manor in the north!
American officials are also aware of the possible existence of extraordinary power!
They are investigating at the moment!
But according to the official's ability, there shouldn't be any traces left by him and Romero there: Romero's blood stains, their fingerprints, the remains of their biological tissues, their footprints...
It shouldn't be like now, where they didn't notice any abnormalities at all and didn't treat them in any special way.
While thinking deeply, Russell responded to the questions from the American soldiers in front of him.
After the soldier finished asking and left, Russell slowly closed the door with a thoughtful expression.
Why...are they not involved?
They were investigating extraordinary powers, so it was impossible for them not to be careful.
Could it be that because of his lack of counter-reconnaissance capabilities, he didn't realize that the authorities were actually spying on them?
The more Russell thought about it, the more confused he became.
"How about... take the initiative to tell them the information I know?"
Russell murmured quietly and turned around.
What he saw when he turned around made him couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Martha and John were seen raising their pistols and pointing them at a stranger sitting beside Romero's bed.
