The roller shutter closes behind the car.

The night wind is blocked by the door, and the soft light makes the whole garage visible.

It's no different from Jason's garage.

They are all garages mixed with repair rooms, with wide parking in the middle, and some utility shelves on either side, full of tools and items such as wrenches and engine oil.

Moreover, Jason keenly noticed that these things were not placed items, but were actually used.

"Sometimes, the disguise is old, and the fake becomes real."

Hannibal said.

Jason nodded thoughtfully.

And then—

Click!

With the sound of gears turning, the ground where the car was parked suddenly sank.

It's like an elevator, and it takes two minutes for the sinking to end.

Then, a wide four-lane tunnel appeared in front of Jason's eyes.

The ground of this tunnel is flat, not inferior to the ground of Xinde City, and even, there are more than a few.

On both sides of the tunnel entrance, two teams of twenty heavily armed guards were standing.

In the middle of the tunnel stood a stout fortress, and within the two black firing ports, two heavy machine guns were guarding their respective directions, and these were only the armed forces that could be seen.

In other places shrouded in darkness, Jason's perception also heard a burst of breathing.

More importantly, relying on the special terrain here, as long as there are enough bullets, it is really a matter of time.

After all, the mouth of the tunnel can accommodate up to two or three hundred people.

And two or three hundred people, under the fire of two heavy machine guns and twenty fast guns, could not carry two rounds.

As for wanting to break through here quickly?

Unless the ground above this place is completely excavated, it is impossible to accommodate more people.

Again, this is extremely difficult.

At the rate of the descent, it is at least 500 meters above the ground.

"500 meters ......"

Jason couldn't help but frown as he thought about this depth.

In his mind, even 'peace' is difficult to hurt a building 500 meters underground.

However, in this world with its 'mystical side', there may be other ways to do it.

Or......

Simply break it from within!

This tunnel mouth is an excellent turning point, as long as you occupy this place, and then turn the muzzle of the gun to shoot inward, even if there are more people inside, you can stop for a while.

Jason, who has severe paranoia of persecution, always comes up with some corresponding plans whenever he goes to an unfamiliar place.

Most of the time, it doesn't work at all.

But that doesn't stop him from perfecting his plan every time.

As Jason pondered, Edward, who was making a disguise, also looked around.

Then, the head of the special operations group had a gloomy look in his eyes.

Edward, who was born in the army, looked at this place and knew very well in his heart that not to mention a few of them, even if he called all the people from the police station on the ground down and attacked this place, he would be sent to death.

Unless it's to pull the whole army over and fight a protracted war.

Otherwise......

There is no hope at all.

But what would be the amount of resources that would be expended in a protracted war?

Just think about it, Edward is in a pang of despair.

"How do you think the legality here came from?"

"If it was really that easy to knock down, 'Fishbone Street' would have ceased to exist a long time ago."

Griffin looked at Edward and scoffed.

Then, without waiting for Edward to speak again, and dodging Bancy Jr.'s hammer punch, Griffin pushed the door open and walked down.

Standing by the car door, Griffin opened his arms and took a deep breath.

"It's damn sweet."

"It's the smell of 'gutter.'"

Griffin's mouth was full of affectionate praise, but the look on his face was thick with disgust.

That disgust is imprinted in the bones.

It's obvious.

At least, little Bancy can see it.

"You hate it?"

Little Bancy asked.

"Well, it's the same as you hate here."

"Me too."

"Even, I hate it more than you do."

"After all, my father, mother, brothers, and sisters all died here."

Griffin said in a deep voice.

Little Bancy was stunned for a moment, and then spoke apologetically.

"Sorry, I don't know, I ......"

"Hahahaha!"

"Do you really believe it?"

"How naïve!"

Unfortunately, Bancy Jr.'s apologetic words were interrupted by Griffin's laughter before he could finish his words.

Suddenly, Little Bancy gritted his teeth and looked at this unreliable partner.

If it weren't for the wrong place, those patrolling guards would have come over, and he would have opened fire a long time ago.

"Hello, please show your ID."

A leader who seemed to be the leader of the guards walked over, first clenched his right hand into a fist, and lightly hammered his chest, and then said with a smile on his face.

The voice is gentle, and the behavior is in line with etiquette.

This stunned the vigilant Edward and Little Bancy.

They never thought the guards at Fishbone Street would be so polite.

In their minds, even if the guards here weren't the kind of evil people, they were certainly vulgar.

Griffin was also stunned.

That's not what he remembers.

Don't say the queue is neat.

It is common sense that these guards often do to gather here in groups to smoke, drink, and make trouble, and what they often do is to collect a certain toll, which is already common sense.

Therefore, when he handed over the 'resident card', he had a five-dollar bill in it.

It's just that what Griffin didn't expect was that the leading guard saw the money inside, and his face immediately changed.

First of all, I was afraid.

Then he subconsciously looked at the shadow on one side.

It's like listening intently.

Eventually, it turned cold.

"Are you insulting me, sir?"

The leading guard directly threw the 'resident card' back, and Griffin hurriedly caught it, but the money in his pocket still fell out.

Edward and Little Bancy were even more surprised when they saw this scene.

The guards of Fishbone Street are so upright?

"Sir, this is the first and last time."

"If you make a mistake like this again, you will be expelled."

"Now, if you want to bring your friends into Fishbone Street, go to the sentry booth to get in – remember, don't make that mistake again."

The leading guard turned and ran back to his ranks.

The whole process is meticulous, and it shows that he is usually well-trained.

Even people like Edward and Bancy Jr., who came from the military, couldn't find fault with it.

"A disciplined team."

"To be able to have such a team, is there any misunderstanding about our team's Fishbone Street?"

Little Bancy asked in a low voice.

"Keep looking."

Edward said.

Griffin couldn't help but tap his forehead.

Haven't I woken up yet?

This is not what I remember.

Am I forgetting something again?

Damn it.

How have I been forgetting things lately!

With this in mind, the three Edwards and Jason converged.

They walked to the sentry box that the guards had said, and had just come to the sentry box—

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and Edward, Little Bancy, and Griffin subconsciously took out their weapons, but saw a patch of petals falling from the top of their heads.

Smack, smack.

The surrounding soldiers, lightly tapping their boots, saluted the group in unison.

Sitting in the sentry box, a middle-aged man in a ceremonial dress walked out and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, you are the 100,000th outsider to enter Fishbone Street."

"So, you're going to get visa-free."

"And this distinguished lady, you will get a free shopping offer."