Eight Hundred and Eighty-One Chapters Seventeen "Old Friends" In the Textile Factory

At this moment, the time has come to nine o'clock, the sky is completely dark, and if there is no light rain falling from the sky, it adds a slight chill to this autumn night.

Luke's car drove northwest all the way to the northwest suburb of North Bergen, where a small river also went west, flowing into the Hackensack River, one of the main rivers in New Jersey.

By the river, there was a faint light in an old and old castle-like building complex.

Luke stopped the car in a residential area two kilometers away and launched a medium-sized drone into the air.

Looking at the name of the iron factory of the 17th textile factory at the gate of the castle building, and the guards scattered all over the interior, he laughed: "It seems that you are in the wrong place. Hello, mutual aid association."

When his mind moved, all the equipment of V on his body disappeared, and there was an extra Beidou battle armor in his hand.

In the hazy night of rain and fog, the Beidou battle armor quickly finished dressing, Luke trotted forward, and his figure flashed a few times in the rain and fog, turning into a transparent and distorted shadow.

There is no monitoring in the factory, which is also for confidentiality reasons.

It is not suitable for a group of people who are engaged in killing and selling every day to use surveillance to record their crimes.

These people are quite outstanding in their own strength, and they also believe in their own strength more than electronic products.

The shadow of Luke's incarnation was under the guards' eyelids and entered the building through a loading and unloading port.

The factory is still busy.

The roar of the textile machine made it very noisy, and workers who carried raw materials and finished products came and went.

This is indeed a textile factory.

The knitwear it produces is said to have originated in Europe thousands of years ago.

The output is scarce and the quality is excellent. It is a luxury that many high-ranking people and church pastors like to use.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a promising career in the textile mill, honestly? Why fight and kill!

Luke murmured in his heart and carefully avoided these busy workers.

Looking at the very honest, they are stronger in size and action than ordinary people.

These people are the bottom of the mutual aid society,

They are not only chores for middle and high-level people, but also a necessary existence to maintain the operation of the shell of the textile factory.

Before being promoted to the name killer, most people have to train here, using boring and heavy physical work to grind away the impetuousness in their hearts.

People like Rebecca and Bloodmint have worked here for a long time as female textile workers.

Standing in the corner and shaking lightly for a moment, all the water droplets on the armor slipped off. Luke jumped up, grabbed the outer edge of the second floor floor, and moved lightly to his destination.

The workers at the bottom who came and went from time to time, no one noticed him passing quietly overhead.

Passing through the workshop in this way, Luke chose a dark corner and turned up.

Standing in the shadows, he scanned the second floor silently, his keen sense of smell activated, looking for his target.

Soon, he acted again and got into a passage not far away.

When he walked to a door, his expression changed, and he jumped up, spreading his hands and feet, supporting the walls on both sides of the passage.

The door just opened at this moment, and an old black man came out.

When he walked to the door, he paused a little, and seemed to look around with some doubts.

But apart from the faint roar of the machine coming from outside the passage, he found nothing.

"I'm old, and I'm paranoid about something." He murmured and laughed at himself, speeding up, walking towards the passage leading to the back of the building.

Luke, who was above the door, looked at the old man's back thoughtfully, and determined in his heart: This old black man with a keen sense of sensibility should be one of the people Rebecca and Blood Mint are most afraid of, the mutual aid society. The current boss - Sloan.

No one knows what Sloan's real name is.

But judging by his code name Sloan, this man's dream may be to be rich.

It's a pity that with his skin color, he couldn't have been a rich man in London when he was young.

Luke didn't follow Sloan, but opened the door from which he came out and walked in.

Glancing at the furnishings in this large room, Luke felt helpless: it was as traditional as Rebecca said.

In the ring-shaped room, there is a circle of bookshelves and various old wooden filing cabinets, which are piled with various paper books and documents.

But there isn't even a computer here, just an old mechanical typewriter.

Without a computer, it means that the information here exists in the form of paper documents and cannot be copied quickly.

However, Luke came here, and he came specially for the secret information of the mutual aid association, so he couldn't retreat.

He quickly looked around the house, but he didn't find the information he wanted.

Sloan, the old fox, did not put this kind of thing in this office-like room.

This is as expected, it will not be too easy.

Luke didn't delay too much time and found nothing, so he immediately took out the room.

Walking towards the passage that Sloan had just walked through, there was a hall with several people standing, and they were vaguely surrounding a young man and Sloan, all with expressions on their faces watching a play.

The young man's face was flushed, one hand seemed to be holding something, and the other hand held a gun and pointed around: "Get out of the way, don't come here, don't come here. I have a gun, see! I have a gun ."

Some of the people around looked indifferent, some folded their arms, and some had mocking expressions on their faces.

The young man let out a few roars, then hurriedly ran out of the hall and went outside the factory.

The group of people below were just like that, watching the young man run away without any intention of stopping him.

When the young man was thrown out of the factory area, a brown-haired woman with clear eyebrows and wide eyes and wide mouth looked at Sloan and asked, "Let's just wait for him to come back like this?"

Sloan was silent for a moment, then nodded: "He will come back, at least the money is real."

After saying this, Sloan turned back to his office.

Everyone in the field looked at each other silently, and then dispersed.

Luke watched all of this without taking any action. He just recorded the appearance and body shape of these people with the auxiliary system of the battle armor.

In fact, from the moment he came in, everyone he saw was recorded by the auxiliary system.

If the full list of members of the mutual aid society cannot be found, the record becomes a substitute.

It is easy for Luke to kill Sloan, and even a little arrangement can destroy the middle and high-level groups of the several mutual aid associations gathered here just now.

This is not the best choice.

Learned from Rebecca and Bloodmint, the Mutual Aid Society claims to be an ancient organization that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Luke doesn't know how much bragging there is in these words.

He thinks that there is a high probability that the 1982 Lafite was actually produced in 8102, and it was just a packaging gimmick.

But the Mutual Aid Society has a well-documented history that lasts more than 50 years.

An organization that has been operating diligently for 50 years, an organization with at least two hundred people, its strength hidden in every corner will not be too simple.