Super Detective in the Fictional World

At this moment, it was nine o'clock, and the sky was completely dark. If there was a slight rain falling from the sky, it added a little chill to this autumn night.

Luke's car headed northwest all the way to the northwestern suburb of North Bergen, where a small river headed west, flowing into the Hackensack River, one of the major rivers in New Jersey.

By the river, a quaint old building looks like a castle.

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

Looking at the iron factory name of the 17 textile mill at the gate of the castle building and the guards scattered throughout the interior, he laughed: "It seems that there is nothing wrong. Hello, mutual aid society."

At the heart, all the V equipment on his body disappeared, and there was more Beidou battle armor in his hand.

In the hazy rain and misty night, Beidou battle armor quickly finished dressing, Luke trot forward, the figure flashed a few times in the rain and fog, and it became a transparent and distorted shadow.

There is no monitoring in the plant area, which is also for reasons of confidentiality.

A group of people who kill and trade every day is not suitable for pretending to monitor their crimes.

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

The shadow of Luke's incarnation fell under the guard's eyelids and entered the building through a loading port.

The factory building is still busy.

The roar of the weaving machine makes this place very noisy, and workers carrying raw materials and finished products come and go.

This is indeed a textile mill.

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

The production is scarce and the quality is excellent, which is a luxury used by many high-class people and church pastors.

Isn't the promising cause of the honest and dry textile mill bad? Why go fight and kill!

Luke was defamatory, carefully avoiding these busy workers.

Looking at them very honestly, their body shape and action are better than ordinary people.

These people are the bottom of the mutual aid society. They not only help the middle and high-levels, but also maintain the existence of the textile mill.

Before being promoted to the rank of killer, most people need to train here, use boring and heavy physical work, and remove the impetuousness in their hearts.

Like Rebecca and Blood Mint, they have been textile women workers here for a long time.

Standing at the corner and shaking for a moment, all the water droplets on the armor fell, Luke jumped up, grabbed the outer edge of the second floor, and moved lightly to his destination.

The workers at the bottom who come and go from time to time, no one noticed him passing overhead.

In this way, Luke chose a dark corner and turned it up.

Standing in the shadows, he silently glanced at the second floor, and started his keen sense of smell to find his own target.

Soon, he moved again and got into a channel not far away.

He walked to a door, his expression moved, and the whole man jumped up, spreading his hands and feet, supporting the walls on both sides of the passage.

The door opened just now, and a black old man came out.

When he reached the door, he paused slightly, and looked around with a little confusion.

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

"Old, suspicious of something." He murmured to himself, quickened his pace, and walked towards the passage to the back of the building.

Over the door, Luke thoughtfully looked at the old man's back, and was sure: this old man is old, and the sensitive black old man should be one of Rebecca and Blood Mint, the mutual aid society The current boss-Sloan.

What Sloan's real name is is unknown.

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

It's a pity that in his complexion, it was impossible for London to be rich or young when he was young.

Luke didn't follow Sloan, but opened the door when he came out and walked in.

Looking at the furnishings in this large room, Luke felt helpless: Sure enough, it was as traditional as Rebecca said.

The ring-shaped room is surrounded by a shelf of bookshelves, and various old wooden filing cabinets, stacked with various paper books and documents.

But there isn't even a computer here, just an old mechanical typewriter.

Without a computer, it means that the information here is in the form of a paper file and cannot be copied quickly.

However, Luke came all the time, and he came for the secret information of the mutual aid society, so he couldn't retreat.

A quick look around the room, he didn't find the information he wanted.

The old fox, Sloan, didn't put such things in this office-like room.

This is as expected, not too easy.

Luke didn't delay too much time, and found nothing, and immediately struck out the room.

To the passage that Sloan had just walked through, there was a hall where several people stood. They were looming around a young man and Sloan.

The young man was flushed, one hand seemed to be holding something, and the other hand was holding a gun and pointing around: "Let ’s go, do n’t come, don't come. I have a gun, do you see it! I have a gun . "

A few people around looked indifferent, some hands clasped their chests, and some faces laughed.

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

The following group of people was just like that, watching the young man run away without any intention of blocking.

When the young man was thrown out of the factory, a clear-brown, wide-eyed, brown-haired woman looked at Sloan and asked, "Let's just wait for him to come back?"

Sloan silently nodded, "He will come back, at least that money is real."

With that said, Sloan turned back to his office.

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

Luke watched all of this, without any action, but recorded the appearance and shape of these people with the auxiliary system of the armor.

In fact ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ From the moment he came in, everyone he met was recorded by the assistive system.

Once a detailed list of mutual aid members is not available, this record becomes a substitute.

It was easy for Luke to kill Sloan, and even a few arrangements could destroy the several high-level groups that had just gathered here.

This is not the best choice.

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 didn't know how many bragging elements in this remark.

He feels that this is very likely that Lafite in 1982 was actually produced in 8102, but it is just a packaging gimmick.

But the mutual aid society has a well-documented history, still more than 50 years.

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