Looking at the TV as if there was nothing to watch, Anthony switched the TV signal bar to the internal signal of Caesar's Palace, and then began to observe the operation of his own gold grotto, almost through surveillance throughout the building.

Well, there didn't seem to be any mess in the casino, when the casino below had just opened, all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods pounced like sharks smelling fishy...... Fortunately, Anthony also has a master under him - Dick. Xiwen, a senior cadre of the original Rage Gang, has been fighting the world with Anthony's family since his grandfather's generation, and is considered a veteran, and he is also one of the only three mutants under Anthony.

According to Anthony's understanding of Marvel, Dick should belong to the second-level mutants, or the kind at the bottom of the second-level mutants, and the ability is a rare dual-ability mutant.

Although Dick's ability is not high, he has to admit that his ability is unique in the casino, Dick has two abilities, one is Eagle Vision, which is the ability to observe things from a third perspective, this ability allows Dick to see anything he wants to see within a certain range around him, such as the opponent's playing cards, covered dice and so on.

The other is mass exchange, which is the exchange of things of equal quality in a small area. This ability allows Dick to swap out his opponent's cards without him knowing.

Of course, in the final analysis, it is a second-level mutant, and the ability limitations are also very large, such as the limited range of eagle vision, the inability to observe some people and things with high magnetic fields, special materials, radiation interference, etc., will interfere with Dick's ability, but it is more than enough to be alone in Anthony's casino.

Well, the situation of the underground trading market is okay, the flow of people is quite good, Anthony changed a channel, here is Anthony's recent arrangement, an equivalent to the existence of the original world black market, at the beginning Anthony wanted to establish a specific channel for some of the things that he got in the world of "National Treasure", after all, using other people's channels just to pay a tap is a big number, it is better to build a trading channel by yourself.

I didn't expect a casual decision to be prosperous here, because Anthony set up an underground trading market is safe and in place, some black or gray, some things that are not easy to sell, the surrounding relevant people will trade here, Anthony's gang is responsible for maintaining order and security, of course, the people involved in the transaction will also pay a certain percentage of the fee.

After a few random switches, Anthony turned off the TV in satisfaction.

Anthony put the remote control aside, lay on the bed, counted the days, and it was the lottery time once a month, although he was pitted several times by this messy lottery system, but this lottery system is the foundation of his current achievements in this world, so even if he was pitted, Anthony still opened the system board on time at the monthly lottery time and tried his luck this time.

Start the lottery, the lottery wheel begins to rotate, the turntable has 108 grids, this is nothing, the key, when the turntable is turning, the things in the grid are also changing, the first second may be super good, the next second may become a pack of tissue and other garbage.

Anthony was also very helpless, and also asked the system, what is the difference between such a pumping method and whether there is a turntable? The answer of the system is also very sharp, the lottery system, there must always be a lottery look, a turntable, and a sense of déjà vu.

Bad taste! Anthony's assessment.

Looking at the spinning fast turntable, Anthony took a deep breath, whether it was useful or not, the gods who could worship quickly bowed: "Stop!" ”

Anthony opened one eye and peeked, low-level world invitation roll (random)! It's another thing that has never appeared, and it should be more reliable than facial tissues and lighters. Take a look at the introduction given by the system: low-level world invitation volume (random), tear open this invitation volume, enter a low-level world at any time, enter the world type randomly, the proportion of residence time is random, carry the upper limit of life 3 people, and you can return to the original time and space at any time in non-combat situations.

Great stuff! It is equivalent to a plane copy, coming and going freely, but I don't know what world it will be, but if it is a low-level world, there must not be any supernatural power that destroys the world and destroys the world.

Prepare for the next few days, and after taking my dad out of prison and settling down in the gang, I will enter the world of this low-level dungeon and see if I can get useful things.

Turn off the lights and rest.

Attending a few unobtrusive so-called high society gatherings, dealing with gangs and their industries, Anthony finally has good news.

"Yes, it's finally done, well, I'll be there soon, tell the people below to get ready, I didn't have the ability when my dad went in, and now when my dad comes out, the scenery is good, and the vigilance work must be done well, there is nothing wrong in the prison, and it will fall short, understand?" Anthony commanded into the phone.

"Well," Anthony continued with a deep sigh, "find a few cars that don't want to work, and have people all carry heavy weapons in the back of the cars, just in case." By the way, the few high-tech weapons that were collected on the black market are also with you, so be it. ”

After giving the order, Anthony washed up, then put on his formal suit, put on a trench coat, put on a top hat, took his cane, and drove in the direction of the prison surrounded by a group of men.

When the prison gate opened, Anthony's father and lawyer Carl came out, surrounded by members of three or four gangs, and Anthony took the lead to greet his men and gave him a warm hug.

"What are you doing so formally? And brought so many people. "Anthony's dad, James. Sturt looked at everything that was being said behind Anthony.

"I just want the whole of New York to know that the former boss of the Angry Gang is back in New York again!" Anthony responded domineeringly.

"It's still a bit dazzling, it's better to be careful in everything, don't be like me." James said earnestly.

"Don't worry, it's all arranged." Anthony smiled and reassured.

"Well, by the way, how is your mother doing?" James asked about the topic he was most concerned about.

"Hey—" Anthony sighed, was silent for a while, and said bitterly, "The doctor said that he might have to wait." ”

"The crumbs!" James frowned, and said fiercely with an angry expression.

"Let's get in the car first, Dad, I'll talk about other things when I go back." Anthony stepped over and said.

"Okay," James nodded, got into Anthony's stretched Lincoln under the protection of everyone, and walked away amid the complicated gazes of the prison crowd.