Super Detective in the Fictional World

By now, it's 9: 00, and the sky is completely dark, and if a little rain falls from the sky, it adds a little chill to this fall night.

Luke's car headed northwest until the northwest suburbs of North Bergen, where a creek also headed west, flowing into one of the major rivers in New Jersey, the Hackensack River.

By the river, an ancient, old-fashioned complex of castles is lit up with hidden lights.

Luke stopped in a residential area two kilometres away and lifted a medium drone.

Looking at the name of the iron factory at 17 textile factories at the entrance to the castle building, and the guards all over the interior, he laughed: “Looks like we're in the right place. Hello, Mutual Aid. ”

At the thought point, all V equipment disappeared on him, and there was more fighting armor in his hand.

In the hazy rain fog of the night, the North Battle Armor was quickly dressed, Luke ran forward, and the shadow flashed in the rain fog for a few moments, turning into a transparent and distorted shadow.

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

A group of people who kill and sell people every day are not fit to pretend to monitor and document their crimes.

These people are pretty good at what they are, and they believe more in what they are, than in electronics.

The shadow of Luke's incarnation fell on the guards' eyelids, entering the interior of the building from a loading and unloading port.

The plant is still busy.

The noise of textile machines makes this place noisy, and the workers who carry raw materials and finished products come and go.

This is really a textile factory.

The knitwear it produces, it says, originated in Europe a thousand years ago.

Low yields and excellent quality make it a luxury item that many upscale people and church priests love to use.

Honestly, what's wrong with this promising business? Why fight and kill?

Luke defamed his heart and carefully avoided these busy workers.

Looking at them honestly, they are stronger in shape and action than the average person.

These people are at the bottom of the mutual aid club, and they are both cluttered in the middle and upper echelons and necessary to maintain the shell operation of the textile mill.

Prior to promotion to the title killer, most people are trained here to work with exhaustion and strenuous energy to quench the restlessness in their minds.

Like Rebecca and Bloody Mint, they've been textile workers here for a long time.

Standing in the corner and shaking slightly, all the water droplets on the armor slide off, Luke jumps up and grabs the outside of the second floor floor, gently advancing towards his destination.

Workers from time to time on the ground floor, no one noticed him sneaking over his head.

So through the factory, Luke chooses a dark corner and flips it up.

Standing in the shadows, he silently swept the second floor, sensitized to olfactory activation, and searched for his goal.

Soon, he moved again into a tunnel not far from here.

As he walked to a door, he moved and the whole person jumped up, hands and feet spread out, supporting the walls on both sides of the aisle.

The door also happened to open, and a black old man came out.

Walking to the door, he paused slightly, seemingly measuring the next four weeks with some confusion.

But he didn't find anything but the hidden roar of the machine coming from outside the channel.

“Old, a little suspicious.” He mumbled and mocked himself, accelerating his footsteps and walking towards the back of the building.

Luke at the door looked thoughtfully at the old man's back and determined that he was an ageless, sensual black old man, who should be one of Rebecca and Bloodmint's most unscrupulous people, Sloane, the current boss of Mutual Aid.

No one knows what Sloane's real name is anymore.

But in his code name, Sloane, this man's dream might be to be rich.

Unfortunately, with his complexion, he couldn't have been much richer in London when he was younger.

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

Looking through the setting in this large room, Luke was helpless: it was as traditional as Rebecca said.

The circular room is surrounded by a circle of bookshelves and a variety of old wooden filing cabinets filled with a variety of paper-based books and documents.

But there's not even a computer here, just an old mechanical typewriter.

The absence of a computer means that the information here exists in paper form and cannot be copied quickly.

However, Luke is here, and he is here specifically for the confidential information of the Mutual Aid Society, and he cannot leave.

He searched the house quickly, but he didn't find the information he wanted.

Sloane, the old fox, didn't put this stuff in this office room.

As expected, it won't be too easy.

Luke immediately touched out the room without much delay and without much gain.

Walking down the aisle Sloane had just walked through, there was a hall where several people stood, hidden around a young man and Sloane, all looking at the scene.

The young man's face rose red, one hand seemed to hold something, one hand held a gun and fingered it: “Out of the way, stay away, stay away. I have a gun. See? I have a gun.”

Some of the surrounding people are indifferent, some hold their breasts with their hands, and some have a laugh on their faces.

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

And so the next group of people, watching this young man run away, didn't mean to stop him.

When the young man threw himself out of the factory, a brown-haired woman with big eyes and wide mouths looked at Sloane and said, "Should we just wait for him to come back? ”

Sloane nodded in silence, "He'll be back, at least the money's real. ”

After that, Sloane turned back to his office.

Everyone on the field looked at each other in silence and scattered.

Luke looked at all of this and didn't do anything, just use the armor's auxiliary system to record the appearance of these people.

In fact, from the moment he came in, everyone he saw was recorded in the auxiliary system.

Once a detailed list of Mutual Aid members is not found, the record becomes a substitute.

Luke killed Sloane easily, or even in a slight arrangement, to annihilate several of the mutual aid clubs that had just gathered here.

This is not the best option.

From Rebecca and Blood Peppermint, Mutual Aid claims to be an ancient organization that has been around for thousands of years.

Luke doesn't know how many beeping ingredients there are.

He thinks it's very probable that Rafi in '82 actually came from 8102, just a packing stunt.

But mutual assistance has a documented history, more than 50 years.

A dedicated organization that has been operating for 50 years, with at least two hundred people, whose hidden strengths in various corners will not be too simple.