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"This is most likely a trap."

Reed put down the empty can he had just finished, the spoon clanging against the metal.

"It could be a trap set by the Viper Gang, aiming to lure kind-hearted people in, only to capture them all in one fell swoop."

"Indeed, that's possible," Ben nodded heavily. "I also thought of that possibility, but I've still decided to take a look. After all, the odds are fifty-fifty, and no one can say for sure until we see the truth."

"What do you say, Reed?" Johnny stood up, placing his hand on Ben's shoulder as he sat on the ground. "I think Ben's concern is reasonable. I have to take a look, or I won't be able to sleep at night."

Susan didn't interrupt. She knew that the three men present were stubborn and would go all the way once they made up their minds. It was useless for her to say anything at this point, so she might as well observe the atmosphere and ease the tension when necessary.

Reed sat in his chair, pondering for a long time, and finally sighed, "Then let's go take a look, but you must listen to my command."

"That's what you should have said from the start," Johnny reached out and gave Ben a high five.

Susan frowned at her brother's carefree manner and couldn't help but say, "Especially you, Johnny. We might have a conflict with the other side. Remember, don't mess around just to show off."

Johnny puffed out his cheeks, exhaled, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, making people wonder if he had even listened.

The three people present had the same thought at the same time, which was to pay more attention to Johnny's movements and not let him run wild.

"Alright! Breakfast time is over. Now it's time to prepare for battle," Johnny clapped his hands, mobilizing everyone. "Hurry up, rookies, grab your guns. It's time for us to go to the battlefield."

Listening to Johnny's military speech learned from movies, Ben, who had really been in the military, shook his head with a smile, but still obediently stood up to prepare.

Susan rolled her eyes at her brother and left the dining room with Reed. When Johnny came back to his senses, he was the only one left in the dining room.

...

"Any response, Mr. Marc?"

Marc put the headset aside and shook his head at the bright and cheerful girl behind him.

"No, little girl. It's the same as yesterday. There's nothing on the radio except for those TV shows."

"Is that so?" The girl looked a little disappointed. Marc rubbed his dry eyes and comforted her.

"Don't worry, little girl. Not everyone can assemble a radio device by hand. Maybe someone received the message with a radio, but they can't respond. Thinking positively, maybe they're on their way."

"You're right, sir," the girl smiled again. "Oh, it's almost time for lunch. You can come down now. I'll have Tyrone replace you."

"Got it. You go down first. I'll come down after I adjust the equipment."

The girl nodded, turned, and walked out of the small room. As soon as she left the room, she ran into a person hiding in a wide cloak.

Faced with such a strange person, the girl was not afraid. Instead, she smiled again.

"Have you finished eating? Tyrone?"

The black boy called Tyrone nodded and said, "I'm here to replace Mr. Marc. How's the situation, Tandy?"

"Same as before," Tandy shrugged, pretending to be relaxed. "Mr. Marc is adjusting the equipment. Remember not to scare him."

Tyrone nodded, looking as if nothing was wrong, but Tandy still saw that he had something to hide.

"What's wrong, Tyrone?"

Tyrone hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Kilgrave is a bit weird. Be careful not to be alone with him."

"Mr. Kilgrave?" A purple shadow flashed in Tandy's mind. "What's wrong with him? I remember he's always been very low-key."

"Someone reported that he's been acting strange lately, and they've seen him going out," Tyrone said with a stern expression. "Maybe he betrayed us and reported our location to the Viper Gang."

Tandy frowned slightly. She didn't like judging people based on some abnormalities, but the person who said this was Tyrone, whom she trusted, so Tandy still raised her guard in her heart.

Tandy asked, "Do others know about this?"

Tyrone shook his head and said, "No, only you and I, and the person who reported it know."

"Then let's hide it for now," Tandy sighed in relief. "If we announce this now, it will definitely cause chaos."

Tyrone nodded. Of course, he knew this, so he came directly to discuss it with Tandy, otherwise he could have announced it in public.

After all, this news only came from one person's testimony, without other evidence, and it would also make their own people suspicious of each other. Tyrone would not be so stupid as to announce it.

"By the way," Tandy suddenly remembered something. "Who told you this news? Did you tell him to keep it a secret?"

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"Of course," Tyrone nodded, and then uttered a name that Tandy didn't expect.

"It was Elkal who told me."

...

In the messy hall, groups of people gathered in twos and threes. Some were eating, some were chatting, and some were playing simple games, all to pass the time.

Although everyone had something to do, it could be seen that almost everyone was absent-minded, and an uneasy atmosphere was spreading among the crowd, which might be detonated at any time.

Only a few people were not infected by this atmosphere. Among them, a pink-haired boy was particularly conspicuous, coupled with the toad glasses on his ears, it was really hard not to notice him.

Unlike others, the pink-haired boy has also been busy, but he is particularly focused. He keeps gesturing various movements in his hands. Unknowing people may think he is possessed by a ghost.

"Quentin!"

Hearing someone call his name, the pink-haired boy raised his head and came out of his focused state. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Tandy, who was as bright as the sun.

"Have you had lunch?"

Faced with Tandy's concern, Quentin just pushed his toad glasses and replied coldly.

"I think there should be an empty can in front of me. You shouldn't need to ask me again."

"This is small talk, Quentin," Tandy rubbed Quentin's pink hair helplessly, like facing a naughty younger brother. Although the latter frowned, he never dodged.

"By the way, I'm here to ask you something."