At this moment, the time has come to nine o'clock, the sky is completely dark, and if there is little rain falling from the sky, it adds a slight chill to the autumn night.
Luke's car went northwest all the way to the suburbs northwest 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 is a faint light in an ancient 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 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 I found the right place. Hello, Mutual Aid Club."
When he was moved by his thoughts, all the equipment on his body disappeared, and there was an extra Beidou battle armor in his hand.
In the hazy rainy and foggy night, the Beidou battle armor was quickly put on, and Luke trotted forward. His figure flickered a few times in the rainy fog, and then turned into a transparent and distorted shadow.
There is no monitoring in the factory area, which is also for reasons of confidentiality.
A group of people who are engaged in the business of murder every day are not suitable for installing surveillance to record their criminal behavior.
These people's own strengths are quite outstanding, and they believe in their own strengths more than electronic products.
The shadow of Luke's avatar was just below the eyelids of the guards, and entered the interior of the building through a loading port.
The factory is still busy.
The roar of the textile machines made the place very noisy, and workers carrying 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 production is rare and the quality is excellent, and it is a luxury that many upper class people and church priests like to use.
Wouldn't it be nice to work hard in a promising career like a textile mill? Why do you want to fight and kill!
Luke cursed in his heart, carefully avoiding these busy workers.
Looking at them honestly, their size and actions are stronger than ordinary people.
These people are the bottom of the mutual aid association. They not only do odd jobs for the middle and high levels, but also are necessary to maintain the operation of the shell of the textile factory.
Before being promoted to the title killer, most people have to train here, using boring and heavy physical work to wear down the impetuousness in their hearts.
Like Rebecca and Blood Mint, both worked here as weaver girls for a long time.
Standing in the corner and shaking slightly for a moment, all the water droplets on the battle armor fell off. Luke jumped up, grabbed the outer edge of the second floor floor, and moved towards his destination lightly.
The workers at the bottom came and went from time to time, but no one noticed him passing quietly above their heads.
Passing through the factory building like this, Luke chose a dark corner and turned up.
Standing in the shadows, he silently scanned the second floor, using his keen sense of smell to find his target.
Soon, he moved again and got into a passage not far away.
When he came 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 opened just then, and an old black man came out.
When he reached the door, he paused for a moment, and looked around with some doubts.
But apart from the faint roar of the machine coming from the passage, he didn't find anything.
"I'm old, and I'm suspicious when I have something to do." He mumbled a self-deprecating sentence, quickened his pace, and walked towards 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: this black old man with an old heart and keen senses should be one of the people Rebecca and Bloodmint are most afraid of. The current boss Sloan.
What Sloan's real name was has long been unknown.
But judging from his code name Sloan, this man's dream may be to be a rich man.
It's a pity that with his skin color, he couldn't have been a rich young man in London when he was young.
Luke didn't follow Sloane, but opened the door he came out of and walked in.
Scanning the furnishings in this spacious room, Luke felt helpless: It was indeed as traditional as Rebecca said.
In the circular room, there is a circle of bookshelves, as well as various old wooden filing cabinets, filled with various paper books and documents.
But there is not even a computer here, only an old-fashioned mechanical typewriter.
Without a computer, it means that the information here exists in the form of paper documents, which cannot be copied quickly.
However, Luke has come here, and he has come here specifically for the secret information of the Mutual Aid Association, so he can't just leave.
He quickly searched 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, this matter will not be too easy.
Luke didn't waste too much time, and got out of the room immediately without gaining anything.
Walking towards the aisle that Sloan had just walked through, a hall appeared, and several people stood there. They were faintly surrounding a young man and Sloan, all of them looked like they were watching a play.
The young man's face was flushed, he seemed to be holding something in one hand, and pointed around with a gun in the other: "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 crossed their arms, and some laughed.
The young man yelled a few times, 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 without any intention of stopping him.
When the young man left the factory area, a brown-haired woman with clear eyebrows, big eyes and wide mouth looked at Sloan and asked, "Are we waiting 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 and returned to his office.
Everyone in the field looked at each other silently and dispersed.
Luke watched all this without any movement, but used the auxiliary system of the armor to record the appearance and shape of these people.
In fact, from the moment he came in, everyone he saw was recorded by the auxiliary system.
Once the detailed list of mutual aid members cannot be found, this record will become a substitute.
It was easy for Luke to kill Sloan, and even with a little arrangement, he could wipe out the middle and high-level groups of the mutual aid associations that gathered here just now.
This is not the best choice.
From what Rebecca and Blood Mint learned, the Mutual Aid Society claims to be an ancient organization that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Luke didn't know how much bragging there was in these words.
He thinks that this matter is very likely to be the same as the fact that Lafite in 1982 was actually produced in 8102, and it is just a packaging gimmick.
However, the well-documented history of the Mutual Aid Association is still more than 50 years old.
An organization that has been working hard for fifty years, and an organization with at least two hundred people, the strength hidden in every corner will not be too simple.