"What do you want to say to me?" Charles Seymour pressed.
Now that Sophie was here and nothing had happened, he felt relieved, but he was afraid other things might occur.
"Nothing much, I just wanted to tell you that you don't need to rush back, everything's fine," Sophie Wilson sighed lightly.
"Hmm?" Charles Seymour frowned, looking at Sophie Wilson with confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Those people are not James Reed's superiors," Sophie Wilson sighed again, "They just called me, and they'll be here shortly."
"Them?" Charles Seymour immediately sensed something off. Who were they?
Needing to secretly enter the country with a fake identity and skillfully disguise themselves... this style felt somewhat familiar to him.
"From the research institute?" Charles Seymour finally remembered, weren't they the research fanatics obsessed with their studies from that no man's land?
"Yes." Sophie Wilson sighed helplessly, "It's them."
