But who would dare to be impatient enough to come to the forbidden place of the Black Prison Organization to plot against them?

The black Daben slowly drove towards the garage door, and the door opened immediately as if it had some kind of induction.

The warehouse is large, but not empty.

There were two rows of black-clothed subordinates standing neatly inside, all of them with solemn and respectful expressions, and when they saw Ao Jue's pull-in, they bent down and said, "Good boss." ”

Ao Jue habitually frowned, and soon his car drove past the greeting procession formed by dozens of people.

"Kazekage, this kid likes to come to these voids. So many people are an eyesore at the door. In the end, he couldn't help but complain.

"Ao Jue, you kid is kind enough to treat him as a donkey's liver and lungs, my Fengying is doing this for the prestige of the Black Prison, it's good for you to deduct such a big basin from my back." In the center of the warehouse stood a handsome man in a white T-shirt, light blue jeans, and a peaked cap on his head.

This handsome guy put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and a pair of eyes smiled playfully under the brim of the big hat of the duck tongue.

What Kazekage is most happy to do is to go against Ao Jue, as if saying Ao Jue, the number one person in the Black Prison, is speechless can give him an endless sense of accomplishment. In the eyes of outsiders, he doesn't give Ao Jue face, but everyone in the black prison knows that the friendship between him and Ao Jue has grown up in the lifting of Ao Jue again and again, and the way they get along has always been like this.

"I, Ao Jue, am the majesty of the Black Prison!" He raised his eyes, got out of the car, and glanced at the wind shadow in front of him, his tone cold and intimidating.

"It's true that you Ao Jue is the signboard of the Black Prison, but don't forget, time is moving forward slowly, and many things are quietly changing, just like a commodity, no matter how good it is, no matter how classic it is, if it remains the same, it will be eliminated by people sooner or later, so you have to bring forth the new, even if it is a change of soup or not a change of medicine......"

"Black jail is not a commodity."

"But there is also a danger that the Black Prison will be replaced."

"Kazekage, you're really annoying, I can't wait to find a piece of tape to glue your mouth." Wind Shadow had instilled these words in him countless times, and he could almost recite them himself.

"Without my mouth, there would be no military division in the black prison, you must know that when the army is facing off, the military division is the most important person, second only to you as the commander, you won't be stupid to seal my military division's mouth at this time." Kazekage's face still had a cynical evil smile, which made his originally strong cultural temperament have the flow of street ruffians.

He is a top student of a prestigious university! When he graduated, his mentor almost kept him in tears, but he did not hesitate to pack his bags and follow Ao Jue to the rivers and lakes, which was already a legendary story six years ago.

"I haven't taken a little Capricorn into account yet." Ao Jue said coldly, he felt that the wind shadow was a little too much of a soldier, since the Capricorn Society became famous in the Holy City, the wind shadow began to change the law to rectify the black prison organization, and this huge gatekeeper team was trained by him.

Seeing Ao Jue standing beside him, his eyes squinted, "I'll show you something later, you won't say that." ”

After speaking, he took out a hand from the pocket of his jeans, it turned out that he was holding a remote control in his hand, and with a light press, the range of five square meters on the ground slowly sank.

There is an invisible elevator in the center of the warehouse, and the people below will only be allowed to enter the basement of the warehouse, the core of the Black Prison's headquarters, after the people below can see the incoming through the surveillance system.

However, the wind shadow didn't come out to pick up people casually, and the only one who could make him move was Ao Jue.

The lift came to a halt quickly. They walked out.

The light below is abundant, no different from the top, and you can even feel the sun lazily shining on your body, and you can smell the fragrant grass on the tip of your nose. All of this is not an illusion, and it is impossible to be a fact, but a set of nature-like systems developed by the Wind Shadow called "Spring Day", and if he says the principle of this system, I am afraid that many scientists will worship it.

There is a long corridor below, the corridor is very long, there are many doors, and each door is hung with a clear door number, such as "financial room", "planning room", "data room", etc., which is no different from the general large company. If someone who doesn't know who is in the city comes in, they will never know that they are at the headquarters of the Black Prison Organization, the No. 1 gang in the Holy City, but they will think that they are entering the headquarters of a multinational company or some important government unit.

At the end of the corridor, there is a tall iron door. Everyone can understand at a glance that this is a highly intelligent protective door, not everyone can open it, and there is a black door number on the door - the office of the Black Prison Headquarters.

Kazekage leaned his thumb on the fingerprint analyzer, and soon a warm and pleasant voice came: Fingerprint verification is complete, fingerprint verification is complete.

The door opened silently. They walked in.

"Ao Jue, the situation is really strict." The space inside is very large, and it is divided into several private rooms, and in the outermost single room there is a computer, a desk and office chair, and on the chair sits a middle-aged man with a stern face. This man is the number three person in the Black Prison Organization - Hu Lu.

"What the hell is going on?" Ao Jue walked over and stared at the computer screen with Hu Lu.

The computer screen is playing the video of several underground casinos, these videos are from each VIP room, whether it is mahjong, blackjack, or craps, there will be a variety of cards, and the final win is amazing.

The most important thing is that these winning customers are all fresh faces, not at all like the big gamblers in the Holy City. It's impossible to get one after another good cards by luck, but you can't see the slightest flaw from all angles.

Hu Lu clicked the mouse and enlarged the few big gamblers who won the money, "I know one of these people, this is this, named Vulture, with the title of 'Kyoto's No. 1 Gambling King', a few years ago, I gambled with him in Kyoto, and it was just a draw." ”

Hu Lu is talking about a bald fat man, he is playing mahjong in the video, he is the dealer, and he is pasty when he gets fourteen cards - seven pairs of heavenly paste.

"Ao Jue, you see his expression, relaxed and natural, he just smiled slightly when he pasted such a big handful of cards, from this point of view, the purpose of his coming to our casino to play is not to win money at all." Although it has become a habit for Feng Ying to be a hanger, there are a pair of sharp eyes hidden in his seemingly cynical face, and his thoughtfulness is better than Hu Lu's.