"Really what?"
As he placed the thermos back, Benjamin bent down to pick up the file and portraits, raising an eyebrow at Miguel Smith, indicating he needed Benjamin to drink water, so watch his words.
"Where did these pictures come from?" Miguel Smith wasn't in the mood to joke around, extending his hand, "Let me see."
Benjamin paused, not explaining but handed over the file anyway.
Miguel Smith took it and flipped through the portraits, his expression changing continuously.
"Why does it seem like you know them—" Benjamin sensed something was off and muttered.
Having gone through all the portraits, Miguel Smith suddenly lifted them up incredulously, "Where on earth did these come from?"
"What's up?"
Benjamin raised an eyebrow.
Pulling one out, Miguel placed it on the bed beside him and tapped it, "Isn't this the guy who stabbed me?"
"And this one, and this one..."
Miguel pulled out two more, laying them out, "These two bastards, they've given me a concussion."
