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After a few more circles, twenty minutes later, Peter was on the roof where he usually used to train. Taking out his new equipment, Peter did not rush to put it on, and did not take off the mask that hid his face. It took more than half an hour for Peter to search through all the tights.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief when he finally made sure there were no hidden monitors or tiny cameras on it. Although the weasel has begun to call him brothers, it is still necessary to maintain a basic sense of precaution.

When he put that behind him, Peter began to work on his new toy.

This tights are a lot heavier than the usual clothes. The black and red colors above are actually made up of two different materials. The red material takes up most of the area of this tights. It's quite thick, about three or four millimeters. It is quite sturdy and does not bend easily, but it still has some fabric characteristics.

However, the black material, which is mainly used in the joints, is quite soft and breathable. Peter tried to pull harder, and it was far tougher than ordinary fabric.

After a moment's time, Peter changed his shirt and pants, and Peter found the tights to be surprisingly fit and comfortable. He did a few difficult movements in a row without feeling any hindrance, and it was even much easier than the usual clothes he usually wore.

"Damn, how did that woman know my size so well," Peter muttered as he cursed, his body shivering. He put on his last gloves and shoes, and put on his helmet.

According to the weasel, this helmet is the most expensive part of the set. It can even resist the close-range attack of small-caliber weapons, and it can also have a good defensive effect against large-caliber weapons.

What's more, it's not only practical, but it's also stylish.

Streamlined shape, a gorgeous combination of red and black. The helmet looks like it was taken straight out of a movie or anime, and fits perfectly into the rest of his outfit. After putting on the full set, Peter really looks like a superhero.

"If only there was a cape...", Peter was still a little regretful.

Taking out his phone, Peter took a few selfies of himself before happily putting it back away and putting it away with his changed clothes.

It's time to put this gear to the test.

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At half-past eleven in the middle of the night, at the back door of the Cerberus garage.

This garage is the largest gathering place of the Cerberus community. They take on all kinds of illegal car and motorcycle modifications during the day, and this is the place for them to party at night. Alcoholism, drug abuse, almost every night the scene here gets out of control and something goes wrong. However, the members of Cerberus are quite proud of this, believing that it is proof of their toughness.

A cold wind blew, and the two big men guarding the door couldn't help but shiver and began to curse the damn weather.

"Damn, why haven't they come yet?" One of them grumbled, while the other nodded. If it weren't for this business tonight, they would have been drunk with their brothers.

At this moment, a light came from the end of this dark little street. A large van drove slowly towards them, and after a slight honk of the horn, the car stopped in front of them.

The car door opened, and four men got out of it. They looked to be in their thirties and forties, and they were all wearing trench coats. There was a strange sharpness in their eyes that made both of them feel a little hairy in their hearts.

The area of the chest pockets of the four men looked bulging, as if they contained something. The two men's gaze lingered there for a moment, then quickly looked away. As a valued customer, this privilege is fine.

After all, the four of them can't make any big waves.

The man at the head was carrying a briefcase in his hand, which looked like it had a bit of weight. After negotiating with me, the four of them were let in. And the two big men also wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads.

"What a hell..."

After more than ten minutes, the four people in trench coats walked out again. The briefcase in the leader's hand was gone, and all four of them had a relaxed expression on their faces. Going straight into the territory of unknown forces is not a pleasant experience for them. If the other party turns his face, I'm afraid the four of them will have to explain here.

But luckily, the trade was quite successful. The goods were all arrived, and the other party was smart not to ask too many questions.

With the help of the two big men, they put three large boxes into the back of the van. The two men shook hands amicably, and the four men got into the van, and the two big men returned to the garage through the back door, locking the door behind them.

The lights turned on and the roar of the engine rang out. The van drove out of the narrow street. After two big bends in a row, it disappeared into the night with this valuable cargo.

However, the four people in the car did not realize that a locator had been glued to the chassis of the car, making all their attempts to cover up their tracks useless.

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Peter toyed with the locator in his hand. He bought it from a weasel for more than three hundred dollars. It's a bit more expensive, but it's pretty easy to use. Not only is the locator smaller and harder to detect, but the signals it emits are also relatively harder to intercept and easier to receive.

For such a well-oiled task, Peter naturally didn't mind spending a small amount of money on more sophisticated equipment.

Riding his bike a few hundred meters behind them, the opponent's constant change of direction made it easier for Peter to keep up with them. After more than ten minutes, the other party's van finally stopped in front of the garage gate of a three-story building.

"Hey, weasel. Corner of E132 Street and Brook Trail. Help me find out what this place is. Peter pressed the walk-in on his waist and asked his own question. After a while, the weasel's voice came clearly from the other end of the headphones.

"Little John's moving service? How does a moving company have anything to do with your mission? ”

The man in the van had already stepped down and started moving the goods on the van. The door to the garage was also opened from the inside, and several more people came out of it, helping the four of them carry the goods together.

"The car was parked right in front of the moving company, so I think the connection is quite significant." Peter whispered, deliberately putting a little more distance from them to make sure his voice wasn't heard.

There was a keyboard tapping sound in the headphones. After half a while, the weasel's voice came from him in disbelief. "This company is a family business that was founded in '01. It was acquired last year, and the history is pretty clean. How can it be related to the arms trade? ”

"Find out who bought it." Peter said calmly.

"Let me see—" The keyboard tapping sounded again, and this time the weasel answered much faster. The acquirer is United Construction Corporation. It's a new company, but there's a lot of money coming back. They have a couple of big developments over there in Hell's Kitchen and have a fairly clean background. ”

"It's probably not as clean as we think." Peter was silent for a moment before he spoke, and he always had a sense of foreboding. "Do they have anything to do with the underworld power in New York?"

"I really don't know about this." The weasel looked a little hesitant. "I can look up more, maybe they have some stake in whom. But these are shady incomes after all. If I look too deep, I'll have a whole bunch of enemies in New York. ”

"Whatever you want, you're asking for this information anyway. I don't care. ”

The weasel choked up at Peter's tone, and just as he was about to speak again in a rage, Peter had already anticipated what he was going to say.

"Don't worry, I know this piece of information isn't worth the price you're asking. Your money is not easy to make, I still understand that. I'm going to go in and check it out now, and I'll see you later. ”

Peter didn't wait for the weasel to speak, and cut off the communication on his own. The weasel, who was still in the bar, smiled bitterly, and then his face turned solemn.

The water in here may be deeper than he imagined.