Chapter 84 Judgment of Fate (Subscription Request)

New York.

Textile Factory No. 17.

On the surface, this place is doing legitimate business, but in fact it is the base of a killer organization.

As usual, the leader Sloan is in the deepest part of the factory.

As a forbidden area of ​​the textile factory, there is a huge textile machine called Destiny.

From the outside, this textile machine is no different from ordinary ones except that it is a little bigger.

But in fact, this textile machine is the origin of their entire killer organization.

According to ancient legends, as early as a thousand years ago, a group of textile workers discovered a code hidden in the loom.

They observed the flaws on the cloth and converted the wrongly distributed cotton threads into binary code, and after translation, they got a name.

This name is the will of God, and it is the person they must kill, only in this way can the normal order of the chaotic world be maintained.

It has been passed down from generation to generation, and today's Textile Factory No. 17 has been established.

However, Sloan doesn't believe this at all.

A thousand years ago, binary?

What a joke, there was probably no concept of binary at that time.

Besides, even if there is, how can a bunch of textile workers who can't read a single word and can only do hard labor understand profound mathematical problems?

In his opinion, the so-called fate loom is nothing more than the ancestors gilding themselves to make hiring a killer sound better.

Moreover, others don't know, but how can he, the leader, not understand?

As the only user of the fate loom, he has the final right to interpret the assassination target.

It can be said that he can easily modify the information of whoever he wants to assassinate.

Moreover, he has been doing it for so many years and has not been punished. It can be seen that this fate loom is just like that, but it is just a rumor spread by the ancestors.

However, Sloan, who knows this, did not tell the secrets in the organization to the killers.

Although the fate loom is not magical, this set of sayings of acting on behalf of heaven is very popular in the organization, allowing him to brainwash many people easily.

For example, the stupid woman of Firefox is very fond of this set. She has become a tool for him to grab wealth without knowing it, and foolishly helps him do things.

There are bursts of noise in the room, and the shuttle of the loom moves back and forth.

Soon, a piece of cloth was completed.

Sloan put on his glasses, picked up a pen and paper, and deciphered the "code" on the cloth.

Although he had already known the name of the target information after his manipulation.

But in this case, he still had to do it.

After all, you have to do the whole set to fool people, right?

However, as the deciphering continued, the expression on his face slowly changed. He was no longer as relaxed as before, and began to slowly become confused.

"What is going on?"

He was a little confused.

According to his arrangement, the target this time should be Mike Benjamin, a real estate businessman.

But what he got in the end was another name, a name he had never heard of.

"Tommy Vercetti?"

Looking at this strange name, Sloan frowned.

He has been manipulating the fate loom for many years and has never made a mistake.

Not once!

This situation like today is really the first time.

Somewhat unconvinced, Sloan repeated the previous operation again and re-woven a piece of cloth.

But the outrageous thing is that the result of his deciphering this time is still that strange name.

This made him doubt and start to think about whether this fate loom is really as magical as the legend says.

"Could it be that I was really wrong? Does this thing really have the magical power of prediction?"

Perhaps it was a coincidence once, but the results of the two times were exactly the same, which made him think more.

At this moment, the gate of the forbidden area was suddenly opened from the outside.

A killer rushed in in a panic.

"Oh no, Chief Sloan, someone is coming in from outside!"

"What force dares to be so bold?"

Sloan's face sank, and he couldn't believe his ears.

This is their territory. The textile factory workers working here are all well-trained killers. In addition to their familiarity with the terrain, let alone ordinary killer organizations, even if the New York police want to take action against them, it may not be so easy.

What's more, he still has eight trump cards in his hand.

Mr. X, the repairman, the butcher, the mechanic, the Russian, the cracked mouth, the Firefox, and the cross.

These people are all elites in the killer world.

There is no mistake in the content of the first post. Take a look at the 6-9 book forum!

Among them, the strongest Firefox, Mr. X and Cross are the trump cards among the trump cards. Each of them has mastered the skills of arc shooting and has the ability to open the bullet time.

With these masters in charge, Sloan doesn't think that any force would be so unwise as to dare to trouble the textile factory.

It is precisely because of the existence of these capable people that the No. 17 Textile Factory can have no offense to the Continental Hotel.

Otherwise, his behavior of stealing business and disobeying discipline would have attracted the hostility of the Continental Hotel long ago, and how could it be as peaceful as today?

"Could it be the FBI?"

Of course, although the No. 17 Textile Factory is strong, it cannot fight against the state machine.

If the New York government dispatched armored vehicles for a raid, then no matter how powerful the killers under his command were, they could only stare blankly and do nothing!

But the next second, the killer's words surprised him.

"No, Boss Sloan, there is only one person!"

"What did you say, only one person?!"

He must be dreaming. Just one person dared to come to their dangerous place.

Does he really think he is Captain America?

No, it should be said that even if he is Captain America, he will still be defeated.

"Let the slit mouth go and quickly get rid of the intruder!

Remember, catch him alive!"

It is rare to meet such a young man, Sloan decided to torture the guy and let him know the horror of their textile factory.

However, after hearing his words, the killer who came to report the news froze, showing a sad face, and said discouragedly.

"Slit mouth... he has been beaten to death by the intruder!"

The bad news one after another made Sloan numb.

At the same time, he began to face up to the strength of the enemy.

The intruder who could kill the slit mouth, one of the eight trump cards, must be really capable.

But if you think you can wipe out the textile factory in this way, that's impossible!

"Go and notify the mechanics and tell them to leave immediately and set up multiple lines of defense to block the man's way.

Also, notify Firefox, Cross, and Mr. X, and tell them to go to the conference room immediately for a meeting without any delay!"

Sloan thought about it.

If the mechanics and the butcher can deal with the intruder, that would be the best.

But if they can't, then he has to consider the possibility of running away.

If you keep the green mountains, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood.

As long as the three trump cards are by his side, he can still make a comeback even if he changes cities. There is no need to stay and fight the enemy to the death.

Thinking of this, Sloan's heart was at peace, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.