At this moment, the time has reached nine o'clock, the sky is completely dark, and a light rain is falling from the sky, adding a slight chill to this autumn night.

Luke's car traveled northwest to the outskirts northwest of North Bergen, where a small river also headed west into the Hackensack River, one of New Jersey's major rivers.

By the river, a faint light shines through an old, castle-like complex.

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

Looking at the iron name of the 17 textile mill at the entrance of the castle building, and the guards scattered throughout the interior, he laughed, "It seems that I am in the wrong place. Hello, Mutual Aid. ”

In his heart, all the V equipment on his body disappeared, and the Beidou battle armor appeared in his hand.

In the hazy rain and fog night, the Beidou armor was quickly dressed, and Luke trotted forward, his figure flickered a few times in the rain and fog, and it turned into a transparent and distorted shadow.

There is no monitoring on the premises, which is also due to confidentiality reasons.

A group of people who are engaged in murder and trading every day are not suitable for pretending to be surveillance to record their criminal behavior.

These people are quite good in their own right, and they also believe in their own strength more than electronics.

The shadow of Luke's avatar lowered the eyes of the guards as he entered the building through a loading port.

The factory is still busy.

The roar of looms makes it noisy, with workers carrying raw materials and finished products coming and going.

It is indeed a textile mill.

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

The production is scarce and the quality is excellent, which is a luxury that many high-class people and church priests like to use.

Isn't it good to be honest and honest in the textile factory, a promising career? Why fight and kill!

Luke was jealous and carefully avoided the busy workers.

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

These people are the bottom of the mutual aid association, they are not only the middle and high-level miscellaneous workers, but also the necessary existence to keep the shell of the textile factory running.

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

Like Rebecca and Blood Mint, both worked as weavers here for a long time.

Standing in the corner and shaking slightly, the water droplets on the armor all slipped off, and Luke leaped to his feet, grabbed the outer edge of the second-floor floor, and made his way to his destination with ease.

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

Thus passing through the factory, Luke chose a dark corner and climbed up.

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

Soon, he moved again, burrowing into a passage not far away.

When he walked to a door, he jumped up, his hands and feet outstretched, and he supported the walls on both sides of the passage.

The door opened and an old black man walked out.

Walking to the door, he paused slightly, and looked around as if in confusion.

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

"I'm old, and I'm suspicious about something." He muttered a self-deprecating remark, quickened his pace, and walked to the passage leading to the back of the building.

Luke, who was above the doorway, looked thoughtfully at the old man's back, and was sure in his heart: this old black man with an old heart and keen senses should be one of the most feared people by Rebecca and Blood Mint, and the current boss of the Mutual Aid Society - Sloane.

What Sloane's real name is, no one knows for a long time.

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

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

Instead of following Sloane, Luke opened the same door he had come out from and walked inside.

Scanning the furnishings of the large room, Luke felt helpless: it was as traditional as Rebecca had said.

The circular room is surrounded by a circle of bookshelves and various old wooden filing cabinets, which are piled with various paper books and documents.

But there wasn't even a computer here, just an old-fashioned mechanical typewriter.

The absence of a computer means that the information here is in the form of paper documents that cannot be copied quickly.

However, Luke has come all the time, and he has come specifically for the secret information of the mutual aid society, and he can't just retreat.

He quickly searched around the house, but he couldn't find the information he was looking for.

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

It was as expected, and it wasn't going to be easy.

Luke didn't delay too much and didn't gain much, and immediately found out of the room.

Walking towards the passage that Sloan had just walked, there was a hall, and several people were standing, and they were faintly surrounding a young man and Sloane, all with expressions of watching the play.

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

Some of the people around looked indifferent, some clasped their hands to their chests, and some had sneers on their faces.

The young man yelled a few times, and then ran out of the hall in a panic and headed out of the factory.

The group of people below just watched the young man run away, with no intention of stopping him.

When the young man threw out of the factory, a brown-haired woman with well-defined eyebrows and a wide-eyed mouth looked at Sloan and asked, "Shall we just wait for him to come back?" ”

Sloan was silent for a moment and nodded: "He'll be back, at least the money is real." ”

With that, Sloane turned and went back to his office.

Everyone in the audience looked at each other silently, and they also dispersed.

Luke watched all of this, and didn't make any movements, just used the armor's support system to record the appearance and size of these people.

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

If a detailed list of members of the mutual aid association cannot be found, this record will be substituted.

It was easy for Luke to kill Sloane, and even a little arrangement could wipe out the middle and high-level members of the several mutual aid associations gathered here just now.

This is not the best option.

According to Rebecca and Blood Mint, Mutual Aid claims to be an ancient organization that has been passed down for thousands of years.

How much braggart was in these words, Luke did not know.

He felt that this was most likely the same as the fact that Lafite in '82 was actually produced in 8102, just a packaging gimmick.

But the history of the Mutual Aid Society is still more than 50 years.

An organization that has been operating diligently for 50 years, an organization with at least 200 or more people, will not be too simple in its strength hidden in every corner.