Anderson sat in the back seat of a car in a neat suit. His heart was beating really fast, and he was worried. After all, he will come face to face with one of the biggest mobsters in the United States, the Contreras family. Like the Rosso family, they are also cruel to their victims.
"May I ask you a question, sir?" An agent sitting at the front asked.
"Please, go ahead." Anderson answered kindly and gave a faint smile.
"I know, I shouldn't ask questions like this. However, I was actually curious about those who were unconscious. Some are even dead…."
"Shhh…." Another agent, someone who was driving, cut in. "Shut up. Don't ask like that. I know, all this fishy…. I mean, this is worrying indeed, but remember our job. We are only required to carry out orders, not ask questions."
