"They're actually pretty well-organized," Mark commented.
Before Suzy could reply, someone knocked on their car window. It was the same man with his hair tied back from earlier, who mouthed to them: "Get out."
"They're telling us to get out of the car," Suzy said.
Mark turned off the engine, looking a little concerned. "Our RV is so nice—they wouldn't demand to confiscate it, would they?"
Suzy's hand froze right as she was about to open the door.
"Probably... not," she gave a dry laugh.
Mark's comment had caught Suzy off guard.
Clearly, Mark couldn't see the RV's camouflaged appearance; to him, the RV was just an RV.
"Let's get out first."
Mark let out a soft sigh, still looking a bit worried.
The two stepped out of the vehicle, where the man with his hair tied back was already waiting nearby.
"Over here," the man gestured.
Suzy and Mark walked over.
Along the way, Suzy kept observing their surroundings.
