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Chapter 84 Judgment of Fate (Subscription Request)
new York.

Textile Factory No. 17.

This place appears to be a legitimate business, but in reality it is the base of a killer organization.

As usual, Chief Sloane was in the deepest part of the factory.

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

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

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

According to ancient legend, a thousand years ago, a group of textile workers discovered a code hidden in their looms.

They looked at the flaws in the cloth and converted the misplaced cotton threads into binary code, which translated into a name.

This name is God's will. This is the person they must kill. Only in this way can they maintain the normal order of the chaotic world.

This tradition has been passed down from generation to generation, and today's No. 17 Textile Factory has come into being.

However, Sloan didn't believe this at all.

A thousand years ago, binary?
What a joke! I'm afraid there was no concept of binary at that time.

Besides, even if there were, how could a bunch of textile workers who could not read a single word and could only do hard labor understand advanced mathematical problems?

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

Moreover, even if others don’t know, how could he, as the leader, not understand?

As the only user of the Loom of Destiny, he has the final say over the target of his assassination.

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

Moreover, he has been doing this for so many years and has not been punished. This shows that this fate loom is just like that and is nothing more than a rumor spread by our ancestors.

However, Sloan, who was aware of this, did not tell the secret to the killers in the organization.

Although the Loom of Destiny was not magical, this theory of acting on behalf of heaven was very popular in the organization, allowing him to brainwash many people easily.

For example, that stupid woman in Firefox fell for it and became his tool to make money without realizing it, and she helped him do things foolishly.

There was a lot of noise in the room, and the shuttle of the loom moved 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 after his manipulation, he already knew the name of the target information.

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

After all, if you want to fool someone, you have to do the whole thing, right?
However, as the decoding progressed, the expression on his face slowly changed. He was no longer as relaxed as before, and began to slowly become confused.

"What exactly is going on?"

He was confused.

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

But what he finally got was another name, a name he had never heard of before.

"Tommy Vercetti?"

Looking at this unfamiliar name, Sloan frowned.

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

Not even once!

This is the first time that a situation like today has happened.

Somewhat unconvinced, Sloan repeated the same operation and weaved a new piece of cloth.

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

This made him doubt and start thinking about whether this destiny loom was really as magical as the legend said.

"Could it be that I was really wrong? Does this thing really have the magical power of prediction?" It might have been a coincidence once, but the results were exactly the same twice, 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, there are people coming from outside!"

"What force dares to be so bold?"

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

This is their territory. The textile factory workers here are all well-trained killers. They are also familiar with the terrain. Let alone ordinary killer organizations, even if the New York police want to take action against them, it may not be that easy.

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

Mr. X, Repairman, Butcher, Mechanic, Russian, Slit Mouth, Firefox, Cross.

Every one of these people is an elite in the killer world.

Among them, the strongest three, Firefox, Mr. X and Cross, are the aces among aces. Each of them has mastered the technique of arc shooting and has the ability to cheat similar to bullet time.

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

It is precisely because of the existence of these capable people that the No. 17 Textile Factory has no conflict with the Continental Hotel.

Otherwise, his behavior of stealing business and disobeying discipline would have aroused the hostility of mainland hotels long ago. How could it be as peaceful as it is today?
"Could it be the FBI?"

Of course, although the No. 17 Textile Factory is strong, it cannot compete with the state apparatus.

If the New York government dispatched armored vehicles for a surprise attack, no matter how powerful the killers under his command were, they could only watch helplessly!
But the next second, the killer's words surprised him.

"No, Boss Sloan, there is only one person on the other side!"

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

He must be dreaming. How dare a mere man like him come into this dangerous place?

Do you really think you are Captain America?

No, it should be said that even Captain America will still fail.

"Let Slit Mouth go and quickly take care of that intruder!

Remember, catch him alive!"

It was rare to meet such a young man, so Sloan decided to torture that guy and let him know how terrible their textile factory was.

However, after hearing what he said, the killer who came to report the news froze with a sad face and said dejectedly.

"Slit Mouth... He's been beaten to death by the intruder!"

The bad news one after another made Sloan feel numb.

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

The intruder must be very capable to have killed Rip Mouth, one of the eight aces.

But if you think that you can wipe out all the textile factories in this way, that is impossible!
"Go and inform the mechanics and have them set off immediately to set up multiple lines of defense to block the man's path.

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

Sloane thought about it.

It would be best if the Mechanic and the Butcher could deal with the intruders.

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

Where there is life, there is hope.

As long as he has the three aces by his side, he can still make a comeback even if he moves to another city. There is no need to stay and fight the enemy to the death.

Thinking of this, Sloan felt relieved, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)