Chapter 881 (1/2)

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

Luke's car drove northwest to a suburb northwest of North Bergen, where a small river flowed West into the hakenzak River, one of the main rivers in New Jersey.

By the river, there are dim lights in an old castle like building complex.

Luke pulled up in a residential area two kilometers away and lifted up a medium-sized drone.

Looking at the iron factory name of the 17 textile factory at the gate of the castle building and the guards all over the interior, he laughed: ”it seems that there is no wrong place. Hello, mutual aid. ”

Mind moving place, his V's equipment all disappeared, hands are more than the Big Dipper battle armor.

In the hazy night of rain and fog, Beidou battle armour is dressed up quickly. Luke trots forward. His figure flashes in the rain and fog for a few times, and becomes a transparent and twisted shadow.

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

A group of people who kill people every day are not suitable for monitoring and recording their crimes.

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

The shadow of Luke's Avatar lies just below the watchmen's eyelids and enters the building from a loading dock.

The workshop is still busy.

The roar of the textile machine makes it very noisy here. The workers carrying raw materials and finished products come and go.

It's really a textile mill here.

Its knitwear originated in Europe thousands of years ago.

It is rare in production and excellent in quality. It is a luxury that many upper class people and church priests like to use.

Is it not good for the old honest and hard-working textile mill to have a promising career? Why fight and kill!

Luke was careful to avoid the busy workers.

Looking at them honestly, they are better than ordinary people in size and action.

These people are the bottom layer of the Mutual Aid Association. They not only do chores for the middle and high level, but also are necessary to maintain the operation of the shell of the textile mill.

Before being promoted to the famous killer, most people need to train here, and use the boring and heavy physical work to eliminate their impetuosity.

Like Rebecca and blood mint, they used to be women textile workers here for a long time.

Stand in the corner and shake gently for a moment, and all the water drops on the armour will fall off. Luke jumps up, grabs the outer edge of the second floor floor floor, and moves forward to his destination.

From time to time, the workers at the bottom of the building passed by quietly.

Through the workshop, Luke chose a dark corner and turned it up.

Standing in the shadow, he silently scanned the second floor, sensitive to smell and launch, looking for his own goal.

Soon, he moved again into a tunnel not far away.

When he came to a door, his face moved. The whole man jumped up, spread his hands and feet, and propped up the walls on both sides of the passage.

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

When he got to the door, he paused a little, and looked around him with some doubts.

But he didn't find anything except the faint roar of the machine from outside the tunnel.

”When you get old, you'll be paranoid.” He murmured a mockery to himself, quickened his pace, and walked to the passage leading to the back of the building.