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Chapter 29: The Real Big Harvest

Chu Chu Chu!

Chu Chu Chu!

In a spacious hall of the textile factory, a massive loom occupied the space. Despite the carnage outside, this loom continued its diligent work.

**Destiny Loom!**

The Brotherhood's most solid cornerstone of existence.

But right now?

"Boom!"

"Ah, Mom Falk!"

The door was smashed open. Sloan, hunched over, cursed angrily as he ran into the room, firing blindly behind him.

"Duang!"

"Haha."

Locke dodged to the side, watching the bullets hit the wall. He emerged again, dusting off his shoulders and tidying his hem: "Sloan, you've been a factory manager for too long. Your marksmanship is lacking."

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 6!"

Locke walked towards the room Sloan had just escaped into, expressionless.

In the next second, he raised his gun and fired backward!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

A killer, who had just aimed his pistol from a ventilation duct, was shot in the head by a bullet that penetrated the duct. He collapsed, lifeless, into the duct.

Locke turned around, flicking his right hand to take out a sweet potato.

He opened it and threw it.

The art of throwing a gun can turn a corner, and so can a sweet potato.

Ding dong.

The sweet potato landed on the corpse in the ventilation duct and exploded, showering the duct's occupants with blood and minced meat.

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 1!"

"Ah!"

Locke turned and entered the room housing the Destiny Loom.

"Boom!"

Locke tilted his head, watching the bullet hit the threshold. His eyes fixed on Sloan, who stood limping and holding a special blue pistol: "Want me to give you a chance?"

Sloan raised his hand and fired.

"Boom!"

"Ah!"

Locke, one hand in his pocket, gun in the other, approached. He saw a big hole in Sloan's palm and was about to use his left hand to pick up the gun when Locke kicked Sloan aside: "Forget it, I'm in a hurry."

Sloan looked up at Locke.

"Why?"

"Ah."

Locke smiled down at Sloan: "Guess!"

Locke would always keep his identity secret.

Let Sloan die knowing why?

Why should he?

Many had died in the Federation, so why not Sloan.

"Ledger!"

"Humph!"

Locke shook his head, smiling, put away his pistol, and waved his right hand. The Gurkha knife he had bought last night gleamed in the light.

In the next second, Locke slashed downward!

"Ah!"

Sloan screamed, sweat pouring down.

Fortunately, both hands were not crippled.

Locke grabbed Sloan's left hand, turned, and walked to the center of the Destiny Loom. He tapped Sloan's left hand directly.

Ding!

With a crisp sound, a part of the loom clicked and popped out.

Inside lay a thick ledger and a stack of bank cards.

Even...

Two bundles of Franklin bills.

"A surprise."

Locke swept the contents into a black plush bag, then snorted, raised his eyebrows, and threw the loot into his inventory.

As for the ledger?

Locke flipped through it, walked back to Sloan, and handed his left hand back: "Thank you."

Done.

Locke found the page the Red Devil wanted, tore it out, and pocketed it.

Sloan, drenched in cold sweat, almost whispered through gritted teeth: "It's Raymond..."

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 0!"

Locke holstered his gun, smiled at Sloan: "You guessed it yourself. I didn't say anything, but at least you die without regrets."

At least, in a way, Sloan knew why he died.

"Hey!"

"I'm still too soft-hearted."

"Ding!"

"Mission accomplished (Destiny is mine!)"

"Settlement!"

"Task reward: "Achievement Point*39200", "Potential Point*39200"

"Pre-requisites (rewarded by my destiny): "Achievement Point*2000", "Potential Point*2000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1""

"Hidden mission (single-handedly going to a meeting): "Achievement Point*5000", "Potential Point*5000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1""

"Current status refresh:"

"Name: Locke Broughton (sole player)"

"Achievement point: 57500 (can be used to purchase items in the achievement mall)"

"Potential Points: 59500 (can be used to upgrade own skills)"

"Talent: Tenacity (Level 3): Your physical fitness and recovery ability will be greatly improved"

"Common skills: driving (advanced), English (ninth grade), history (ninth grade), mathematics (ninth grade), chemistry (tenth grade), shooting (intermediate), sniper (advanced)..."

"Extraordinary Skill: Spear Throwing (Blue Quality) Intermediate: Ordinary marksmanship, straight and straight, nothing new, but your marksmanship is fancy and extremely deadly!"

"Current mission: None!"

"Yes!"

Locke raised his eyebrows, feeling elated.

Achievement points and potential points together exceeded 50,000.

This had never happened in the sixteen years he had been here.

Really.

New York deserves to be his base of operations!

I like it.

Locke glanced at the dead Sloan and turned to leave. However, just as he left the room of the Destiny Loom, he heard the alarm bells growing closer outside.

So fast?

Locke raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch.

Alright.

Not that fast.

He had been slower here.

Originally, according to Locke's prediction, this battle could be solved in forty-five minutes. That way, he should have been able to avoid the New York Police Department.

But he timed out.

However...

The New York Police Department was indeed coming a bit faster.

Locke walked to the window, glancing at the multiplying police cars at the entrance of the textile factory, raising his eyebrows.

Never mind.

Fortunately, he came prepared.