If they leaked information about those people, they would definitely be killed if they were tracked down later on.
But what could the child's head do?
If he hadn't spoken up just now, he would already be dead.
Of course, these children didn't know that Luke had never planned to kill them.
These words and methods were all used in conjunction with Mental Communication to make them believe him and extort a confession.
Luke had killed a lot of bad guys, but almost none of them were children.
Even if the children in the woods were all crooked, it was obvious that they hadn't had a good upbringing if they slept in the wild at such a young age.
If they didn't cheat, kidnap, or steal, were they supposed to work part-time and be self-reliant?
For a child with an imperfect worldview and a lack of abilities, it was not easy for them to survive.
These children didn't look like Slovaks either. Some of them clearly had mixed-race features, which was probably one of the reasons why they were left alone.
Another reason might be the town itself.
Luke rode the scooter and followed the direction that the child's head had given him. He found a river that ran through the town and followed it east.
On the east side of the town was a spacious abandoned factory building.
It wasn't hard for him to find it, because there were armed guards on the high walls around it.
Oftentimes, if you wanted to protect a secret, you had to expose something.
As Luke sat on the scooter, the drone in the night sky automatically filmed the factory from all angles.
Although it was an abandoned factory, they could see that it was empty from the windows. There were only various construction waste and other things. However, there were a few luxury cars and a small helicopter parked under the shed, indicating that this place was not as desolate as it seemed.
The drone circled the factory three times at a uniform speed, and a simple 3D model was marked with a lot of red and yellow dots.
The red dots were the guards, and the yellow dots were surveillance cameras.
There were about eight guards, and these were only the night guards. Some of them might even be resting.
The yellow dots were set up in all the important locations.
The surveillance cameras didn't cover the entire factory, but it would be very difficult to directly enter the factory.
Pondering for a moment, Luke put away the scooter and took out a semi-finished armor from his inventory.
He strapped the flat, white, box-like armor on his back, adjusted the straps slightly, and ordered softly, "White Wolf Armor, activate."
Amidst fine clicking sounds, the white box on his back ejected pieces of folding armor, quickly covering his entire body.
Luke shook his head.
The folding technology for this thing came partly from Predator equipment, and the effect was mediocre.
But that was all he could do for now. He could slowly improve it in the future. It wasn't like Tony could make a mature Iron Man armor in one go.
Retracting his thoughts from the new armor, he looked at the factory in front of him. He had cleared out too many criminal lairs, so it was a walk in the park for him.
The only good thing about this factory was that the surveillance cameras were more reliable.
But back in Paris, Luke had to buy secondhand spare parts and improvised assembly tools. Now, he had all kinds of small equipment that he had already made and was ready to show off.
Also, this wasn't Paris.
Slovakia had a small population to begin with, and a small town like this had even fewer people. There couldn't be too many police officers, and it was very likely that they were in cahoots with the people from the hideout.
It wasn't easy for the police to find out about what was going on in the abandoned factory.
This was Luke's favorite environment.
It was quiet and isolated, and wouldn't attract the intervention of the authorities.
At that moment, Luke had finished adjusting himself. He tried to be as calm and efficient as an old farmer harvesting wheat — efficient and calm, without joy or sorrow.
He avoided the surveillance cameras on a high wall and snuck over from the side. After fiddling with it for a while, he connected a data cable to the surveillance circuit.
Using the enemy's eyes and ears to provide him with information was the most efficient and time-saving choice.
Eating a hard candy in his mouth, he quickly operated on his laptop.
Tony Stark was someone who could hack into SHIELD's system.
Although his technology hadn't reached the stage of rapid growth in a few years, this surveillance system wasn't SHIELD's.
Without anyone in the factory knowing, Luke began to receive all the surveillance footage.
After watching for a moment, he frowned.
Even though he had always told himself to be calm and efficient and not to be too emotional, he was a little murderous at that moment.
This wasn't what he had imagined, nor was it the same as the female trafficking ring in Paris.
From the surveillance footage, he could determine the real situation. Even if it wasn't completely accurate, it wasn't far off.
Luke narrowed his eyes.
Were regular drug traffickers bad? They were really bad. They would do anything for money.
But some of the gangs that Luke had encountered were far more disgusting than regular drug traffickers.
For example, the auction house in Paris, the hunting club in Wolfkyle, and the luxury sports car club of the Elsworth family.
That was because they all treated humans like animals, using them as tools for their own enjoyment, abusing them in every possible way.
These people weren't doing it for money, but purely to vent their perverted nature.
This abandoned factory was where the same perverts were.
The bloody scenes on the surveillance footage would give an ordinary person nightmares for the rest of their lives.
Luke, however, gradually calmed down.
He had nothing to be angry about these people who were destined to die.
However, he had finally found his target this time — Miss Beth.
Also, it was buy one get two free — Miss Beth's two classmates were here too.
But looking at how they were treated, Luke felt that they were going to be sent to the slaughterhouse.
Thinking for a moment, Luke operated on his laptop for a moment, then put it away and jumped up.
In the dark, a white shadow jumped over the high wall. With a light swing of the long sabers in both hands, the two guards on the high wall collapsed.
Luke didn't slow down, but instead sped up. He crouched down on the high wall, leaving a faint white shadow behind as he charged at the two patrolling guards who were turning around.
The two guards didn't notice anything. Two long sabers brushed past their necks and instantly severed their cervical vertebrae and trachea, leaving them paralyzed, but they wouldn't die right away.
The two guards on the high wall at the back of the factory were still smoking and chatting.
"That woman looks old this time. She actually thinks I'll like her?"
"Forget it. It's not that you don't have time. You can sleep with any piece of trash."
"Get lost. My taste isn't that …"
Their conversation suddenly stopped. Their eyes widened as they leaned against the railing on the high wall.
Luke jumped down and went around to the other side of the factory, standing in the shadow of a corner.
A few seconds later, the two guards walked past the corner of the factory and looked at the high wall outside.
Two dark shadows flashed past their necks, and Luke turned around and left.
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