Recalling the trouble that the Brotherhood has caused to him along the way, Li Wei gritted his teeth.

From shooting at him to breaking his peaceful life, to being killed by Fox when he came to assassinate him, to now this person named Sloan is stumbled on himself behind his back.

In just over a dozen days, this organization, which is said to be devoted to maintaining world balance and order, seemed to be in conflict with itself, and made people feel uneasy.

"Sloan..."

Recalling the name given by Winston, and recalling other information about his mobile phone before, Li Wei's eyes were cold and he looked in the direction of the Easter River in Brooklyn.

He remembered it very clearly that the base camp called the Brotherhood was the textile factory that seemed to have been there for a while.

...

"You are not decisive enough."

"What do you want me to do!" Wesley looked at Close, his mood a little broken: "That's a person! A living person! If you want me to pull the trigger on a living person!?"

"They are assassins, well-trained assassins." Klos said: "If you don't kill them, they will kill you with all means. You cannot be merciful for this!"

"Okay, okay, not kind." Wesley sideways away from Cross's sight: "But tell me, how can we shoot a person so coldly?"

"you..."

Dingling-

A cell phone ringtone interrupted the conversation between the two. Close held the phone and was silent for a moment, but Wesley suddenly turned around.

"Come on the phone, let me think about it alone?"

"Okay, think about it yourself." Looking at the call from the person who was on the mobile phone screen, Klos took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, is there something going on?"

"The man who was given a kill order from the mainland hotel came to New York and killed dozens of mainland hotel killers? Are you sure?"

"Okay, I get it. I will look at the photos. I will continue to contact you if there is something."

After hanging up the phone, Close looked back at Wesley, who was sitting on the sofa and pondering, and opened the picture sent to him by the informant.

At the first glance, when the picture was refreshed, Close's heart beat hard. He remembered it very clearly that this was the man who grabbed X on the rooftop of the Central Building in Chicago.

Decisively deleted the picture, Close grabbed his phone and sat on the sofa, falling into deep thought in a position almost identical to Wesley.

After a long time, he raised his head and called the informant again: "Hey, there is something you want to do..."

...

"Textile Factory No. 17..."

While muttering, Li Wei searched the location of the textile factory on his mobile phone, but suddenly a strange feeling of being peeped slowed down his pace.

Unlike the feeling of being stared at by those killers with murderous intent, this gaze also has a sense of peeping, but it gives Li Wei the feeling that it does not make him uncomfortable.

Looking along the source of his vision, a man dressed simply and looked like an ordinary street tramp appeared in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Li Wei put away his phone, and disappeared from the spot with a flash, and turned to stop the homeless man: "Are you looking at me just now?"

"Yes, yes." Looking at the elusive Livi in ​​front of him, Habakak was a little stuck. After stuttering for a while, he reached out to take out a note with a string of numbers from his pocket: "Someone wants to talk to you, and he asks me to give you this note."

"Yeah?"

Li Wei glanced down and did not take the note, but just wrote down the number: "I have already recorded the number. Do you have anything else?"

"No more, no more." Habakak shook his head, stuffed the note back into his pocket, and walked out of the alley like an addict.

In a telephone booth on the side of the road, Li Wei dialed the number recorded on the note.

The phone was connected, and the voice on the other end was the close who had been against the brotherhood: "Levi Dell?"

"It's me, are you going to ask me for anything?"

"We may be able to cooperate." Clos said in a deep voice: "Maybe I can help you find the culprit that leads to your current situation."

"Help me?" Li Wei laughed: "A question, do you know who I am looking for now?"

"Sloan."

Now it was Li Wei's turn to be a little surprised: "How did you know?"

"I saw it." Close calmly said: "You want to find Sloan, and what I want to deal with is Sloan's brotherhood, and we can cooperate."

"Wait." Li Wei interrupted: "This Sloan is the leader of the Brotherhood? Who are you? Why are you targeting the Brotherhood? Close?"

Close:????

When he heard that his name was suddenly reported by Li Wei, Close didn't react for a moment, and then realized that it was probably X who leaked him, so he could only admit it.

"Yes, I'm Close."

"It's really you..." Li Wei said, "Tell me, what specific way to cooperate? Hide behind the phone to command remotely?"

After hearing what Li Wei said, Klos pondered for a moment: "See you at the Empire State Building at twelve o'clock in the evening."

"Sure, at twelve o'clock in the evening, the Empire State Building." Li Wei nodded, and did not ask how to find a person or something like that, so he simply hung up the phone.

Looking out through the glass of the phone booth, several killers with a somewhat erratic look appeared in his eyes again.

Li Wei immediately wanted to find a way to solve these people, but when he thought of the agreement at night, he suddenly gave up this idea.

With a smile in his heart, Li Wei pushed open the glass door, and the wind blew under his feet, and it disappeared into the eyes of several people in an instant.

"This...is gone?"

With the dynamic vision of these killers, it was impossible to see Li Wei who was moving at supersonic speeds clearly. In their eyes, Li Wei just reached out and pushed open the door of the telephone booth, and disappeared as if he had entered a different dimension the next moment.

The goal is gone, and it doesn't make any sense to continue to move on. The few people could only change their bodies and leave with a daze. From beginning to end, they couldn't figure out how Li Wei suddenly disappeared while his eyelids were lowered.

In the streets and alleys, some homeless men with seemingly turbid eyes raised their heads and looked at the telephone booth where Li Wei was just now, with a rare trace of doubt in their eyes.

Mainland Hotel has many subordinate service agencies in New York City, and these American Beggars' Sect, composed of homeless people, are also part of them.

Unlike those killers, their main business is mobile phones and transferring intelligence.

But in this situation, they have begun to consider whether to forge a fake information.

After all, no normal person would believe that a living person disappeared out of thin air under the sun, right?
Chapter completed!