The base camp of the Mutual Aid Association is located in the western suburbs of New York. It is a famous ancient castle and a large textile factory.

Since its opening, it has been harassed by intermediaries on average 1.3 times a day.

Places like this should be sold to rich people to open weekend masks to dress up parties.

Now, two hundred workers are employed to weave cloth inside?

Isn’t this a waste of resources?

Of course, the intermediary friends don’t know that in every corner of this textile factory, there are also weapons warehouses, healing baths, human sandbag boxing room, pork cold storage, old lady’s real corpse shooting range…

And a loom that can slightly predict the future…

As for those textile mill workers, if you shoot the east, you can get shot from the west.

In a simple sentence, the Mutual Aid Association is a mini-version board, complete with all the organs, but the specifications and strength are far behind.

When the sun was almost overhead, Inquisitor Leka came to the gate of the castle.

Drive the car sent by Sloan without any suspicion.

Outside the gate of the castle, Sloan was already waiting, with no impatience on his face.

Next to him was a young man of the same age as Leica.

Compared with Sloan, young people's faces are much smelly.

Watching Leica approaching step by step, Sloan came up with a smile.

"Mr. Scott, welcome to the Mutual Aid Association!"

Sloan took the initiative to shake hands with Leica, "Don't be cramped, just think this is your home."

Lyca raised his eyebrows, "Of course I won't be cramped. Our two families will soon become a family. Coming here is like going home."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wesley's face completely sank.

It seems that he is one of the people who doesn't want to be the phoenix tail.

Coupled with his relationship with Firefox, he thought Leica had killed Firefox...

Although the killer will return sooner or later, Wesley knew in his heart, but he was a human being after all, and a young man with a strong spirit. How could he have no grudges against Lycra?

"This young man is Wesley Gibson."

Sloan introduced, “Mr. Scott, you are the Council’s New Year’s New Year, and Wesley is the Mutual Aid Association’s New Year’s New Year.”

"Ah, I've heard that Mr. Gibson grew from an office clerk to a first-class killer in just a short time, and made great contributions to the Mutual Aid Association."

Of course Leka knew Wesley.

He is the protagonist of this Gada.

And strictly speaking, Wesley is not completely a mortal.

He can significantly increase his heartbeat speed and secrete a lot of adrenaline, allowing himself to temporarily obtain speed and explosive power comparable to Captain America.

This is family inheritance and cannot be learned by others.

Leica took the initiative to reach out to Wesley, seeing that he did not respond, he still had a smile on his face.

"I heard that your father was just killed by Cross, who betrayed the Mutual Aid Association. Please feel sorry for me. I am willing to help you take revenge together."

After hearing this, Wesley Bingfrost's face melted a little, and he reached out to hold Leka gently.

Sloan didn't expect that Leica was so active and was really engaged in relationships with the diehards in the mutual aid club.

This further convinced him that Leica had the sincerity to cooperate.

The guard in my heart has been reduced a little more.

"Mr. Scott, it's hot outside, why not go in and talk about it?"

"That's great, I've long wanted to visit your textile factory."

Leica and Sloan walked into the textile factory together.

Under Sloan's leadership, Leica saw many familiar faces.

The butcher who uses a knife but not a gun, the repairman who enjoys beating people, and the Russian who plays with rats.

Although they were hostile to Leica, they did not attack.

They were like Wesley, and they knew in their hearts that everyone was a killer. Firefox and the gunsmith went out to kill people but were killed. This is because their skills were inferior to others and there was nothing to say.

So although he was hostile to Lycra, he was not as good as pulling his gun toward each other.

Of course, they are also afraid of the identity of the judge of the Leica Council.

Killing the judge is equivalent to declaring war with the Council.

However, Leka always smiled, listened carefully to Sloan's work report, highly praised the hard work of the Mutual Aid Association, and shook hands one by one.

He also made an important speech.

"Can you take me to see that loom?"

Listening to Leica lifting the loom, all the entourages raised their ears.

This is what they regard as life.

Whether the board of directors can successfully merge and assist the council depends entirely on the ownership of the loom.

"Sorry, no."

Sloan firmly said, "The Loom of Destiny is the fundamental meaning of Mutual Aid, and no one can touch it."

Except Sloan himself.

On the surface, Sloan is protecting his dignity for mutual assistance, but in fact he is guilty of being a thief.

Since a long time ago, Sloan has stopped killing people as directed by the loom.

Although he hides well, although Leica should be with him, he will not expose his old truth.

But... I am always scared.

What if Leica asked Sloan to translate the newly spit out name of the loom in front of everyone, and that name happened to be Sloan himself?

Others in the Mutual Aid Association are also alert.

They have always claimed to be the executors of destiny, and the loom is more important to many of them than life.

Fortunately, Lycra cooperated very well.

"Oh sorry, sorry, I'm not right."

Leica shook her hands, "In fact, the Council respects your loyalty to the loom and supports you to continue to act with the instructions of the loom."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.

Wesley hesitated: "You mean, will the Council take our loom?"

"That's what I mean."

Leica shrugged, "The Council never kills people in the name of fate, we kill people just for money."

This is a fact and why Leica prefers the Council.

As long as you have money to make money, I will kill anyone I want, which is related to fate.

This time...the killers of the Mutual Aid Association were relieved.

"Then...what are we going to pay?" Wesley continued.

"Arc marksmanship and techniques for healing baths, and...your loyalty."

"Please be more specific."

"You must implement the assassination target given by the loom. The Council will not interfere, but you must also implement the assassination target given by the Council. Then you must comply with the rules of the Council and..."

Leica scratched her head, "Oh... it seems that there is only so much."

Everyone was stunned...

This condition is unbelievable.

Arc marksmanship, healing baths, and are placed around the world, are not a great technology.

If the board of directors asks to kill people, just kill them. Anyway, if you kill them, you will still have money to take.

As for the rules of the Council, isn’t it just that people are not allowed to be killed in mainland hotels, and they must be fulfilled after the blood contract is set.

To put it bluntly, the workload is higher than now and the rules are more, and mutual aid will change from one company to another.

But still maintain a high degree of independence.

Considering that the price of rejection is life, this is a price that mutual aid can easily accept.

Sloan was also satisfied with Leica, but he didn't know how he convinced the Council to keep the loom.

In any case, Leica's conditions are enough to allow 95% of the members of the Mutual Aid Association to accept it.

However, there are still unsatisfactory desires.

"Then...what can we get?" asked the fat butcher who became a pig.

"There is no need to say about high income, high welfare, five insurances and one fund."

Leica smiled confidently, "In addition, in order to show sincerity, I am willing to give you a big gift."

"What a gift?"
Chapter completed!