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Chapter 865 Chapter 881 17 "Old Friend" in the Textile Factory (Additional update for the evil-minded person who was promoted to the head in the book friend's book)

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    At this moment, the time has reached nine o'clock, and the sky has turned completely dark. A faint drizzle falls from the sky, adding a slight chill to this autumn night.

    Luke¡¯s car went northwest until it reached the northwest suburbs of North Bergen, where a small river also went west and flowed into the Hackensack River, one of the main rivers in New Jersey.

    By the river, a faint light shines through 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 name of the 17th Textile Factory at the gate of the castle building and the guards scattered throughout the interior, he laughed: "It seems that you have found the right place. Hello, Mutual Aid Association."

    As he thought, all the equipment on his body disappeared, and Beidou battle armor appeared in his hand.

    In the hazy dark night of rain and fog, Beidou armor was quickly put on. Luke trotted forward. His figure flashed a few times in the rain and fog, and turned into a transparent and twisted shadow.

    There is no monitoring in the factory area, which is also due to confidentiality reasons.

    A group of people who are engaged in the murder business every day are not suitable to pretend to be under surveillance to record their criminal behavior.

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

    The shadow of Luke's incarnation entered the building through a loading and unloading port under the eyes of the guards.

    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 output is rare and the quality is excellent. It is a luxury product that many upper class people and church pastors like to use.

    ?????????? Isn¡¯t it good to work honestly and steadily in the promising business of a textile factory?  Why go to fight and kill!

    Luke cursed in his heart and carefully avoided these busy workers.

    They look very honest, and their body shape 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 high-level people, but they are also necessary to maintain the operation of the shell of the textile factory.

    Before being promoted to the title of killer, most people have to train here and use boring and heavy physical work to get rid of their impatience.

    Rebecca and Bloodmint have both worked as textile workers here for a long time.

    After standing in the corner and shaking gently for a moment, all the water droplets on the armor slipped off. Luke jumped up, grabbed the outer edge of the second floor floor, and moved lightly towards his destination.

    Among the workers on the ground floor who came and went from time to time, no one noticed him passing by quietly above their heads.

    After passing the factory building like this, Luke chose a dark corner and climbed up.

    Standing in the shadow, he silently scanned the second floor, activating his sensitive sense of smell to find his target.

    Soon, he took action again and got into a passage not far away.

    When he walked to 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 came out.

    When he reached the door, he paused briefly and looked around with some confusion.

    But apart from the faint roar of machines coming from outside the passage, he didn't notice anything.

    "I'm old, and I tend to be suspicious when something happens." He murmured mockingly to himself, quickened his pace, and walked towards the passage leading to the back of the building.

    Luke above the door looked at the old man's back thoughtfully, and was sure in his heart: This old black man with an old heart and keen senses should be one of the people Rebecca and Bloodmint fear the most, a member of the mutual aid association.  The current boss - Sloan.

    No one knows what Sloan¡¯s real name is.

    But judging from his codename 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 man in London when he was young.

    Luke did not follow Sloan, but opened the door he came out from and walked in.

    After scanning the furnishings in this large room, Luke felt helpless: it was indeed as traditional as Rebecca said.

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

    But there isn¡¯t even a computer here, just an old-fashioned mechanical typewriter.

    ??The lack of computers means that the information here exists in the form of paper files and cannot be copied quickly.

    "However, Luke is here, and he is here specifically for the secret information of the mutual aid association, so he can't just retreat.

    He quickly searched around the room, but he couldn't find the information he wanted.

    Sloan, an old fox, did not put this kind of thing in this office-like room.

    This matter is indeed as expected, not too easy.

    Luke didn¡¯t waste too much time and immediately left the room without gaining anything.

    Walking towards the passage that Sloan walked through just now, a hall appeared, with several people standing there. They were vaguely surrounding a young man and Sloan, all with expressions on their faces as if they were watching a show.

    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 over, don't come over. I have a gun, did you see it? I have a gun."  .¡±

    Some of the people around him looked indifferent, some had their arms crossed, and some had mocking faces.

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

    The group of people below were just like that, watching the young man run away without any intention of stopping him.

    When the young man left the factory, a brown-haired woman with clear features, big eyes and a wide mouth looked at Sloan and asked, "Are we just waiting for him to come back?"

    Sloan was silent for a moment and 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 then dispersed.

    Luke watched all of this without making any movement. 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, everyone he met was recorded by the auxiliary system.

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

    It was easy for Luke to kill Sloan, and he could even wipe out the middle and high-level leaders of several mutual aid groups who had just gathered here with a little arrangement.

    This is not the best choice.

    From what I learned from Rebecca and Blood Mint, the Mutual Aid Association 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 feels that this is very likely to be the same as the Lafite of 1982, which was actually produced in 8102. It is just a packaging gimmick.

    But the well-documented history of mutual aid associations is still more than fifty years old.

    An organization that has been operating conscientiously for fifty years, an organization with at least two hundred people, its strength hidden in every corner will not be simple.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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