At this moment, it was already nine o'clock and the sky had completely darkened. A faint drizzle was falling from the sky, adding a slight chill to this autumn night.
Luke's car drove northwest all the way to the suburbs northwest of North Bergen, where a small river flowed westward and flowed into the Hackensack River, one of the main rivers in New Jersey.
By the river, faint lights were coming from an old, dilapidated 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 iron name of Textile Factory No. 17 at the gate of the castle building and the guards scattered everywhere inside, he laughed: "It seems I have found the right place. Hello, Mutual Aid Association."
As soon as he thought about it, all the equipment on his body disappeared, and the Beidou armor appeared in his hand.
In the hazy rain and foggy night, the Beidou armor was quickly put on, and Luke trotted forward. His figure flashed a few times in the rain and fog, and then turned into a transparent and distorted shadow.
There is no surveillance in the factory, also for reasons of confidentiality.
A group of people who kill people every day are not suitable to install surveillance cameras to record their criminal behavior.
These people have outstanding abilities themselves, and they believe more in their own abilities rather than electronic products.
Right under the guards' noses, Luke's incarnation of a shadow entered the building through a loading and unloading port.
The factory is still busy.
The roar of textile machines makes the place very noisy, and workers carrying raw materials and finished products come and go.
This is indeed a textile factory.
The knitwear it produces is said to have originated in Europe thousands of years ago.
The production is rare and the quality is excellent, so it is a luxury item that many upper-class people and church pastors like to use.
Isn't it good to work honestly in a textile factory, a promising career? Why do you want to fight and kill
Luke complained in his heart and carefully avoided these busy workers.
They look very honest, but their size and movements are stronger than ordinary people.
These people are at the bottom of the mutual aid association. They not only do odd jobs for the middle and senior management, but are also necessary to keep the textile factory running.
Before being promoted to a famous killer, most people have to train here, using boring and heavy physical work to grind away the restlessness in their hearts.
People like Rebecca and Bloodmint worked as textile workers here for a long time.
He stood in the corner and shook it gently for a moment, and all the water droplets on the armor slid off. Luke jumped up, grabbed the outer edge of the second floor, and moved lightly towards his destination.
The workers who were coming and going on the ground floor didn't notice him passing quietly overhead.
In this way, Luke passed through the factory and chose a dark corner to climb up.
Standing in the shadows, he silently scanned the second floor, using his keen sense of smell to search for his target.
Soon, he moved again and went into a passage not far away.
When he reached a door, his expression changed and he jumped up, spreading his hands and feet to support the walls on both sides of the passage.
The door happened to open at this time, and an old black man walked out.
When he reached the door, he paused slightly and looked around with some confusion.
But apart from the faint roar of machines coming from outside the passage, he found nothing.
"I'm getting old, and I become suspicious of everything." He muttered to himself, quickening his pace and heading towards the passage leading to the back of the building.
Luke, who was standing above the door, looked at the old man's back thoughtfully, and was certain in his heart: this black old man with a young heart and sharp senses should be one of the people Rebecca and Blood Mint feared the most, Sloan, the current boss of the Mutual Aid Association.
No one knows what Sloan's real name is.
But judging from his code name Sloan, his dream might be to become a rich man.
Unfortunately, given his skin color, he couldn't have been a wealthy young man in London when he was young.
Luke did not follow Sloan, but opened the door he came out of and walked in.
Glancing over the furnishings in this large room, Luke felt helpless: It was just as traditional as Rebecca had said.
The circular room was surrounded by a circle of bookshelves and various old wooden filing cabinets, which were filled with various paper books and documents.
But there is not even a computer here, only an old mechanical typewriter.
The absence of computers means that the information here exists in the form of paper documents and cannot be copied quickly.
However, since Luke had already come here specifically for the secret information of the Mutual Aid Society, he couldn't just retreat.
He quickly searched the room, but didn't find the information he wanted.
Sloan, the old fox, did not put such things in this office-like room.
Just as expected, this matter is not going to be easy.
Luke didn't waste too much time and without any gain, he immediately left the room.
Walking towards the passage that Sloan had just walked through, a hall appeared with several people standing in it. They were vaguely surrounding a young man and Sloan, all with expressions of watching a show.
The young man's face flushed red, one hand seemed to be holding something, and the other hand was holding a gun and pointing it around: "Get out of the way, don't come over, don't come over. I have a gun, see! I have a gun."
Some of the people around had indifferent expressions, some crossed their arms, and some had mocking faces.
The young man yelled a few times to vent his anger, then ran out of the hall in a panic and went out of the factory.
The group of people below just watched the young man run away without any intention of stopping him.
When the young man left the factory, a brown-haired woman with sharp features, big eyes and a wide mouth looked at Sloan and asked, "Are we just going to wait for him to come back?"
Sloan was silent for a moment, then nodded: "He will come back. At least the money is real."
After saying this, Sloan turned around and went back to his office.
Everyone in the field looked at each other silently and then dispersed.
Luke watched all this without any action. He just used the auxiliary system of the armor to record the appearance and body shape of these people.
In fact, from the moment he came in, every person he met was recorded by the auxiliary system.
If the detailed list of mutual aid society members cannot be found, this record will become a substitute.
It would be easy for Luke to kill Sloan. With just a little planning, he could even wipe out several high-level members of the mutual aid association who had just gathered here.
This is not the best option.
From what we learned from Rebecca and Blood Mint, the Mutual Aid Society claims to be an ancient organization that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Luke had no idea how much bragging there was in this statement.
He felt that this was most likely just a packaging gimmick, just like the 1982 Lafite was actually produced in 1981.
However, the documented history of mutual aid societies is still more than 50 years.
An organization that has been operating diligently for fifty years, an organization with at least two hundred people, its strength hidden in every corner cannot be too simple.