The heavy iron gate made an ancient creak under the drive of the gears, and this is the racecourse of Tan Ma Tun in Lang Son City, South Vietnam, and the time came to eight o'clock in the evening. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Old Jack took Mr. Faisal Ibn through the bustling city to the famous place of horse racing in New Matun.

The black car drove into the underground parking lot of the racecourse, where a large number of cars of the wealthy people of Lang Son City were gathered, crowded into a crowd of flowers, and looking through the window glass, you could see a spectacular luxury.

The racecourse in Xinmatun is called the Thai League Racing Club, and there are private parking spaces in the parking lot, separated by separate rooms, like a secret room specially prepared for your own car, full of design, the only drawback is that the price is higher.

Black Gold apparently owned a private parking lot here, and after old Jack had been driving around the underground parking lot for a while, and after bypassing some messy concrete pillars, the Arab sheikh noticed that there were fewer and fewer cars running parallel to him.

It wasn't until Old Jack drove the car into a locked room-like parking room that the iron door behind him fell heavily, and all the noise around him and the roar of the car engine were completely eliminated.

While the Arabian sheikh wondered what to do next, Old Jack drove his car and stopped at a certain angle in the room. The car's four tires pressed against the floor, as if they had triggered some kind of pressure-sensing device.

A second later, Faisal ibn heard a slight roar and vibration coming from under his feet, and then the whole ground began to sink, until the car sank five or six meters, and above that, a new 'floor' extended from both sides, splicing together, forming a closed chamber again in the space overhead.

The original floor of the secret room carried the black sedan all the way down, and after about twenty meters of dropping, Griffith heard a crunch sound, and the floor under his feet merged with the steel plates of the underground space, like building blocks docked together.

Old Jack opened the car door, and Mr. Faisal Ibn, the sheikh of some part of Arabia, came down. He seemed to be so stunned by the high technology and the extravagance of building headquarters underground that he was a little reticent, and even the self-righteous chieftain was a little weaker.

To anyone's imagination, thirty meters further down from the underground parking lot of the entire Thai Liga Jockey Club is the headquarters of the Black Gold Organization. This kind of underground palace-like place can indeed give people enough security to the senses, surrounded by heavy stones, and enclosed underground space that no one knows......

In order to establish this place, the black gold organization has raised funds five times, and it took six years for the land to take shape - of course, its actual size is only one acre square. But the establishment of this headquarters, in addition to its practical performance, does give people a sense of belonging, cohesion, and a slight sense of pride among members.

The Black Kamen Mercenary Regiment headed by Gintama actually has an underground base, which is larger than this, directly below a certain mountain, about thirty or forty acres. However, I heard that it is still under construction, many things still exist in the blueprint planning, and the ground has just been cemented, after all, building an underground base is a confidential and money-burning thing, and every square meter of the area is increased, the technology and capital required will increase exponentially.

"This is the headquarters of Black Gold, from east to west, including the shooting range under construction, a total of 700 square meters...... There's a warehouse over there, built by the Black Gold Boss himself, and it's said to be anti-missile, but I think Xuan, at most, it can protect against tanks......"

Old Jack led the turtle chieftain from Arabia to talk while walking, and along the way, the noble and grumpy Mr. Faisal Ibn became more and more silent, which was considered to be a plan for the frog at the bottom of the well but only knew how to bark at the Arabian Chieftain, and its power seemed to be okay, which made Old Jack, who was on fire all the way, very happy - stupid hillbilly, if it weren't for the money, Lao Tzu wouldn't even pay attention to you!

So he lowered his voice, continued to be quiet, and introduced with a smile: "Mr. Ibn, the white building in the southeast corner is the conference hall, and the designer is the famous Greek designer Mr. Battut...... Although the building is only two floors and does not occupy a large area, it can accommodate 400 people without being crowded...... You can't imagine the sensation of speaking inside the building, and with the help of the curved pattern of the building itself and 123 miniature accent installations, any part of the conference hall is the main ......"

At this time, the two of them were passing through a place that resembled an activity area. Some people are walking here, others are bare-chested, showing their muscles that smell patterns. Some people were armed with guns, but many more were empty-handed, patrolling back and forth.

These people are official members of Black Gold, and some are close-knit thugs. When they saw Old Jack coming with the 'newcomer', they all looked at him with unkind eyes, and Old Jack happily pushed everyone away, and said, 'This is Sheikh Faisal Ibn of Djibouti, Arabia, and wants to see the ...... of the Black Gold Boss's distinguished guest.'"

After saying this a few times, he made a path through the crowd, and Sheikh Faisal ibn followed behind him, as if he had finally seen the advanced sense, discipline and great energy of the Black Gold Base that was different from his broken tribe, and seemed to be suppressed. Old Jack pursed his lips vaguely, and at this time there may have been many good or bad thoughts turning in his heart, but he did not forget to turn his head away, and his face was kind: "I am sorry, Mr. Faisal Ibn, these great lads are good boys in the real world, and I have no doubt that they have a passion for your arrival, but they have lived underground for a long time, and this ...... Uh, you know. Old Jack pointed to his head: "...... When I meet the black gold boss for a while, I must ask the boss to teach them a good lesson, all day long I only know how to cut people and cut people, and I don't even know how to communicate with people. Don't be surprised, Mr. Faisal Ibn......"

In Old Jack's babbling voice, the path of the two finally came to an end. Where does he actually have the right to admonish black gold, just in his words, he just sticks gold on his face.

Old Jack reached out and pushed open the wide, crimson wooden door, behind which was a delicate box. Taking advantage of the open door to look inside, in the soft light of the box, you can see two people in white suits, about fifty or sixty years old, sitting inside.

Old Jack, who was the usher, leaned over and let Faisal Ibn in, and the latter's gaze fell over the crack in the door to the owner inside. The man looked at it for a while, subconsciously tilted his head, did not doubt him, the corners of his mouth hooked, and finally walked in.

Soon after Faisal Ibn entered the box, the door to the box was slammed shut by Old Jack, who had followed him. After the latter entered the room, he stood by the door, found an inconspicuous place and stood with his eyebrows bowed, obviously his status was not worth mentioning compared to the man in white who sat at the head of the box.

However, it was only when Faisal Ibn entered the room that he could see that in the two corners of the wall of the door stood two majestic bodyguards. The two were dressed in black suits and sunglasses. Before entering the box, it was difficult to find the existence of the two because of the angle.

Standing in the corner, the two are called Ah Jin and Moray Eel, although their names are ordinary, they are not the passers-by who died in a single shot in the movie novel. They are actually the elites who have been tempered by black gold, and one of them was dug by black gold from other forces, and he has fought black boxing, and his combat effectiveness is terrifying. In any case, as long as they are present, the black and gold feel like they are at home.

The Arab dignitaries sat in the center of the box, and in front of him was a large oak negotiating table, and at the other end of the table, two men in white suits were smiling and groaning. One of them is the founder of the notorious organization, Heijin, with a kind expression, and the other is Heijin's cousin, the dog-headed military advisor of the organization. Also laughing.

"Welcome to my friend from afar, Mr. Faisal Ibn, chief of the tribe of Djiboutiodo, Arabia...... With all due respect, Mr. Chief, you are much thinner and more daring than I imagined......"

The chief of the Odo tribe sat in silence, and he looked up to see the man named Black Gold sitting on the seat directly opposite, this man with thick knuckles, was stroking the knuckles of the other hand with the front of his thumb and forefinger for a while.

"South Vietnam is a country of etiquette and has a long history. As the host, I can't break the rules...... The guest came from afar, and I didn't entertain him well, so I let my subordinates spoil Your Excellency's Yaxing, which really shouldn't be ...... Well, you shouldn't ......."

The underground king named Black Gold paused deliberately when he spoke here, still with a smile on his face. The Arab man sitting opposite him sat precariously during this period, as if he was infected by the atmosphere and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the black gold holding out his hand.

"Mr. Faisal Ibn does not need to say much, it is a matter of heaven that if you are beaten, you must be righteous, and if you do wrong, you will be punished. Although I am not a good person, I have always followed the rules...... Jack, come here. ”

The host, named Black Gold, stopped the Arab sheikh from speaking, he said something, and then beckoned to Old Jack, who was standing by the door: "Jack, I remember what you have done for me for three years and six months, and all these years of hard work...... Uncle, it's not a person who doesn't remember his gratitude, I've been with me for so long, I believe you know what your uncle is like, and how did your uncle find out how to prepare a gift for you on your fortieth birthday.

But the country has its own laws, and the family has its own rules, and I hope you understand. Such a big business, so many brothers are waiting for their uncle with their mouths open, there are no rules. What Uncle did today was a last resort...... Do you know what mistakes you have made, you have made the mistake of not knowing how to advance and retreat, not knowing the general situation...... Neglect the VIP, is this a child's play......" The black boss, who was wide and fat, spoke in a low tone, slow but full of majesty: "Admit that you are wrong, Jack, and reach out...... Today I will rely on the old man to sell the old, Mr. Iben, my little brother has no eyes, and he has neglected his distinguished guests. But after all, he is a kid who grew up with me, and the palms and backs of his hands are full of meat. In this case, sell me face, as an apology, Mr. Ibn, choose one of the five fingers, from thumb to little finger......"

This sudden words and changes made old Jack, who was originally a little complacent, almost collapse in fright. He is a dog of the black gold family, and he has always thought that he played a good role in his role.

Today, for the first time, Hei Jin spoke to him as an elder with a pleasant face, and instead of rewarding him, he asked for a finger as an apology. And he didn't even know what he was doing wrong......

Fuck the ceremonial state!