At that moment, it was already nine o 'clock, and the sky was completely dark. A light drizzle fell from the sky, adding a slight chill to the autumn night.
Luke drove northwest until he reached the suburbs northwest of North Bergen. There was also a small river here that flowed west into the Hackensack River, one of the main rivers in New Jersey.
By the river, there was a faint light coming from an old building complex that looked like a castle.
Luke stopped the car in a residential area two kilometers away and took off a medium-sized drone.
Looking at the iron name of the 17 textile factory at the entrance of the castle building and the guards everywhere inside, he smiled. "Looks like I'm in the right place. Hello, Fraternity. "
With a thought, all his V equipment disappeared, and the Big Dipper Armor appeared in his hand.
In the hazy, rainy night, Luke quickly put on the Big Dipper Armor and jogged forward. His figure flashed a few times in the rain, and he turned into a transparent, twisted shadow.
There were no surveillance cameras in the factory, which was also for confidentiality reasons.
A bunch of people who killed people every day weren't suitable to have surveillance cameras to record their crimes.
These people were all very strong, and they believed in their own strength more than electronic products.
Under the guards' noses, Luke, who had turned into a shadow, entered the building through a loading dock.
The factory was still busy.
The roar of the textile machines made it very noisy here, and workers were moving raw materials and finished products back and forth.
This was indeed a textile factory.
The knitwear it produced was said to have originated in Europe a thousand years ago.
They were rare and of excellent quality, and were a luxury that many upper-class people and church pastors liked to use.
Wasn't it good to work in a textile factory, which had a bright future? Why did they have to fight and kill?
Luke cursed inwardly as he carefully avoided the busy workers.
They looked very honest, but they were stronger than ordinary people in terms of size and movement.
These people were at the bottom of the Fraternity. They did odd jobs for the middle and upper echelons, and were also necessary to maintain the textile factory.
Before they became famous hitmen, most people had to train here to grind away the impetuosity in their hearts with the boring and heavy physical work.
Rebecca and Bloodmint had both worked here for a long time as weavers.
Standing in a corner, he shook it for a moment, and all the water on his armor slid off. He then jumped up and grabbed the edge of the floor on the second floor as he nimbly moved toward his destination.
The workers on the ground floor would come and go from time to time, but none of them noticed him sneaking past their heads.
Passing through the factory, Luke chose a dark corner and climbed over it.
Standing in the shadows, he scanned the second floor and activated Sharp Nose to find his target.
Soon, he moved again and entered a passage not far away.
When he reached a door, his expression changed. He jumped up and spread his arms and legs to support himself against the walls on both sides of the passageway.
The door opened at that moment, and an old black man walked out.
When he reached the door, he paused for a moment and looked around in confusion.
But other than the faint roar of machines coming from outside the tunnel, he did not discover anything else.
"I'm too old to be paranoid," he muttered self-deprecatingly as he sped up toward the passage that led to the back of the building.
Luke looked at the old man's back thoughtfully from above the door, and was certain that this old black man with keen senses was probably one of the people that Rebecca and Bloodmint were most wary of, the current boss of the Fraternity — Sloan.
Nobody knew what Sloan's real name was.
But judging from his code name, Sloan, his dream might have been to be rich.
Unfortunately, given his skin color, he couldn't have been a rich young master in London when he was young.
Luke didn't follow Sloan. Instead, he opened the door that Sloan had come out of and walked in.
Looking around the spacious room, Luke was helpless. It was just as traditional as Rebecca had said.
The room was circular, and there were bookshelves and old wooden filing cabinets that were piled up with all kinds of paper books and documents.
But there wasn't even a computer here, only an old typewriter.
The absence of a computer meant that the information here was in the form of paper documents that couldn't be copied quickly.
But since Luke had come specifically for the Fraternity's secret information, he couldn't just leave like that.
He quickly searched the room, but didn't find the information he was looking for.
Sloan, the sly old fox, hadn't left such things in this office-like room.
As he had expected, this wouldn't be easy.
Luke didn't waste too much time. Finding nothing, he immediately snuck out of the room.
He walked down the passage that Sloan had just taken, and entered a hall. Several people were standing around a young man and Sloan, as if they were watching a show.
The young man's face was flushed. He seemed to be holding something in one hand and pointing a gun in the other. "Get out of my way! Don't come any closer! I have a gun! Do you see that? I have a gun! "
Some of the people around him had indifferent expressions, some had their arms crossed, and some had mocking expressions.
The young man roared a few times to vent his anger, then hurriedly ran out of the hall and out of the factory.
Just like that, the people down below watched the young man run off without any intention of stopping him.
After the young man was thrown out of the factory, a brown-haired woman with big eyes and a wide mouth asked Sloan, "Are we just going to wait for him to come back?"
After a brief silence, Sloan nodded. "He'll come back. At the very least, the money is real."
After that, Sloan turned around and returned to his office.
Everyone silently glanced at each other before dispersing.
Luke observed everything without doing anything. He simply used the armor's support system to record the appearance and body shape of these people.
In fact, from the moment he came in, the support system had recorded everyone he saw.
If he couldn't find a detailed list of the Fraternity's members, this record would become a substitute.
It would be easy for Luke to kill Sloan. He could even wipe out the upper echelons of the Fraternity who had gathered here just now with a little preparation.
But that wasn't the best choice.
Based on what Rebecca and Bloodmint had told him, the Fraternity claimed to be an ancient organization that had existed for a thousand years.
Luke didn't know how much of that was bragging.
He felt that it was very likely that it was just a publicity stunt, just like the 1982 Lafite was actually produced in 8102.
But the Fraternity's documented history was still more than fifty years old.
An organization that had been operating conscientiously for fifty years, an organization with at least two hundred people, the strength hidden in every corner would not be too simple.
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