At this moment, it's nine o'clock, and it's completely dark. If there's a little rain falling from the sky, it adds a little chill to this autumn night.

Luke's car drove northwest to a suburb northwest of North Bergen, where a small river flowed West into the hakenzak River, one of the main rivers in New Jersey.

By the river, there are dim lights in an old castle like building complex.

Luke pulled up in a residential area two kilometers away and lifted up a medium-sized drone.

Looking at the iron factory name of the 17 textile factory at the gate of the castle building and the guards all over the interior, he laughed: "it seems that there is no wrong place. Hello, mutual aid. "

Mind moving place, his V's equipment all disappeared, hands are more than the Big Dipper battle armor.

In the hazy night of rain and fog, Beidou battle armour is dressed up quickly. Luke trots forward. His figure flashes in the rain and fog for a few times, and becomes a transparent and twisted shadow.

There is no monitoring in the plant area, which is also for reasons of confidentiality.

A group of people who kill people every day are not suitable for monitoring and recording their crimes.

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

The shadow of Luke's Avatar lies just below the watchmen's eyelids and enters the building from a loading dock.

The workshop is still busy.

The roar of the textile machine makes it very noisy here. The workers carrying raw materials and finished products come and go.

It's really a textile mill here.

Its knitwear originated in Europe thousands of years ago.

It is rare in production and excellent in quality. It is a luxury that many upper class people and church priests like to use.

Is it not good for the old honest and hard-working textile mill to have a promising career? Why fight and kill!

Luke was careful to avoid the busy workers.

Looking at them honestly, they are better than ordinary people in size and action.

These people are the bottom layer of the Mutual Aid Association. They not only do chores for the middle and high level, but also are necessary to maintain the operation of the shell of the textile mill.

Before being promoted to the famous killer, most people need to train here, and use the boring and heavy physical work to eliminate their impetuosity.

Like Rebecca and blood mint, they used to be women textile workers here for a long time.

Stand in the corner and shake gently for a moment, and all the water drops on the armour will fall off. Luke jumps up, grabs the outer edge of the second floor floor floor, and moves forward to his destination.

From time to time, the workers at the bottom of the building passed by quietly.

Through the workshop, Luke chose a dark corner and turned it up.

Standing in the shadow, he silently scanned the second floor, sensitive to smell and launch, looking for his own goal.

Soon, he moved again into a tunnel not far away.

When he came to a door, his face moved. The whole man jumped up, spread his hands and feet, and propped up the walls on both sides of the passage.

The door just opened and a black old man came out.

When he got to the door, he paused a little, and looked around him with some doubts.

But he didn't find anything except the faint roar of the machine from outside the tunnel.

"When you get old, you'll be paranoid." He murmured a mockery to himself, quickened his pace, and walked to the passage leading to the back of the building.

Luke at the top of the door looked at the old man's back thoughtfully, and he was sure that this old black man, who is not old in heart and sensitive in senses, should be one of the people Rebecca and blood mint are most afraid of, and the current leader of the Mutual Aid Association, Sloan.

What is Sloan's real name? No one knows it for a long time.

But according to his code name Sloan, his dream might be to be a rich man.

It's a pity that his skin color is not the same as London's wealth when he was young.

Instead of following Sloan, Luke opened the door of the room he came out of and went in.

After scanning the furnishings in the spacious room, Luke was helpless: it was exactly the same tradition as Rebecca said.

The circular room is surrounded by bookshelves and old wooden filing cabinets, which are full of paper books and documents.

But there is not even a computer here, only an old mechanical typewriter.

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

However, Luke has come here for the secret information of the Mutual Aid Association, and he can't leave here.

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

Sloan, the old fox, didn't put this kind of thing in this office like room.

As expected, it won't be too easy.

Luke didn't delay too much, he didn't get much, so he immediately felt out of the room.Walking to the passage Sloan had just passed, there appeared a hall with several people standing. They were faintly surrounding a young man and Sloan, all with the expression of watching a play.

The young man's face was red. He seemed to hold something in one hand and pointed around with a gun in one hand: "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 with their hands around their chest, some with their faces laughing.

The young man let out a few loud shouts and ran out of the hall in a panic to the outside of the factory.

The following group of people just like that, watching the young man run away, there is no meaning of blocking.

When the young man threw himself out of the factory, a brown haired woman with clear eyebrows, wide eyes and wide mouth looked at Sloan and asked, "this is how we wait for him to come back?"

Sloan paused for a moment and nodded, "he will come back, at least the money is real."

With that, Sloan turned back to his office.

In the audience, they looked at each other in silence and dispersed.

Luke watched, with the no movement, but with the aid of the armour, recorded their appearance and shape.

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

Once the detailed list of members of the mutual aid association cannot be found, this record will become a substitute.

It's easy for Luke to kill Sloan. Even with a little arrangement, he can wipe out the middle and high-level groups of several mutual aid societies just gathered here.

This is not the best option.

According to Rebecca and blood mint, the fraternity claims to be an ancient organization that has passed on for thousands of years.

Luke has no idea how much beeping is in this.

He thinks it's very likely that Lafite in 1982 was produced in 8102, just a gimmick of packaging.

But the well-documented history of the mutual aid association is more than 50 years.

An organization that has worked hard for 50 years, with a minimum number of more than 200 people, its strength hidden in every corner will not be too simple.