Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

Sure enough, this ceiling had been disassembled before, making it easy to pry open.

Inside the partition was a safe.

Above the light bulb, on the upper layer of the ceiling, was a simple mechanism arranged with ropes and gears. When the light bulb was turned, the gears would be pulled, driving the ropes.

And the ropes were fixed to this disassembled ceiling. Once the ropes were pulled, the ceiling would naturally be lowered.

If you continued to turn the light bulb, the ropes would also block the safe, pushing it down from the missing piece in the ceiling.

A very simple design, but undoubtedly very practical. Unless it was violently dismantled and checked, or scanned in all directions with high technology like Batman, it would really be difficult to find.

Understandably, the key to this safe, along with the room key and its owner, had been destroyed by Black Gold.

However, Shimizu was not without a solution.

For ninjas, the truly secure protection method is sealing techniques. Locks like these can be cracked in multiple ways.

Shimizu took out a paper clip with a sharpened tip, connected it with chakra threads, and inserted it into the safe. He wiggled it up and down a few times, pulled it out, and then twisted the paper clip a few times, reshaping it into a key before reinserting it.

This trick had been used by fellow villains in Arkham before, but that person relied on experience and skill. Shimizu, on the other hand, used chakra threads to sense the situation inside the keyhole to deduce the shape of the key.

"Click."

The safe was opened, revealing green American dollars and the refreshing scent of ink.

A smile appeared on Shimizu's face.

Although there were no gold bars this time, the amount of money was obviously more than the last time he encountered the Black Boss, so the overall harvest should not be much less.

If you want to get rich, what's the use of working hard to earn money and desperately saving money? You still have to rely on exploiting others.

Chidi Cole, and the Black Boss of the nightclub he encountered before, were just the heads of small gangs that weren't very large, but they could easily possess such a huge sum of money.

"Boss! There's a total of four hundred and ten thousand US dollars in here!"

After the accountant took over and counted, he said to Shimizu with an excited face.

"Take out two hundred thousand and divide it among the brothers, then take out one hundred thousand to buy some guns, and the rest is mine. Also..."

"From now on, the Cole Gang will no longer be called the Cole Gang. Just change it to Hogg United."

Having received the reward money, the group of gangsters were naturally happy and cheered with joy.

Having just subdued this group of subordinates, it was natural to give them some benefits. In addition, with the methods previously displayed, both power and kindness were used together to better get these people to work.

Perhaps feeling that he had narrowed the relationship with the new boss, the accountant Dula approached Shimizu and started a conversation after helping to distribute the money.

"Hogg United? Water Boss, doesn't that sound very impressive?"

"Those that are called something-something gangs, even fools know they're gangs when they hear it. Changing it to Hogg United sounds at least like a legitimate organization, and it won't easily attract the attention of those bat monsters. When we get a football club or something in the future, then we'll be a legitimate organization, a civic association."

Shimizu explained to Dula.

The other gangsters were basically stagehands who hadn't read many books under the nipple-entertainment education, but only this Dula had gone to college.

The church universities in the United States vary in quality. Good church universities are indeed world-class universities, but most are regional, serving specific communities and groups, and the quality is not very high.

The Gotham Gladia Church University he attended couldn't compare with first-class institutions such as Gotham University and Midtown University, but it was still a regular university.

Dula was also the only person under his command who had received higher education and possessed certain auxiliary management skills, so he was worth Shimizu's attention.

"I understand. Then we can use the financial form of a civic money club as an excuse to collect protection fees in the future, making it less likely to be caught by outsiders.

But Boss, I think I have to remind you that this is Gotham's slum area. The rules of those wealthy areas don't apply here. The rules here are whoever has more guns, more people, and can fight better, can occupy more territory and get more money. The expansion of the gang in the future still has to rely on fists. Of course, I don't think anyone's fist here can be harder than yours."

Dula pushed up his glasses and said.

Shimizu nodded in satisfaction.

This guy is very perceptive.

A day has passed since the last S-class mission incident.

After Misuki initially stabilized Ishito's injuries with medical ninjutsu, the group escorted him back to Sunagakure to receive better treatment.

The Third Kazekage returned to the front line.

Now that Hatake Sakumo was seriously injured, it was the best time to counterattack Konoha, and he needed to preside over the overall situation.

Ebizo specifically approved a few days of vacation for the Sixth Squad to allow everyone to rest well.

However, Shimizu still planned to go to the puppet unit base as usual to mooch training puppets.

No mistake, one head, one shot, one inside, one face, one look, one look!

But when Shimizu arrived at the base, he found Sasori already assembling a puppet on the workbench.

"Sasori, what are you..."

"I've been here all night last night."

Sasori pointed to the repaired Salamander next to him and glanced at Shimizu.

"Your two puppets are very good. Later, when I finish assembling Black Ant, we'll compete again."

"Black Ant..."

Shimizu looked at the puppet Sasori was assembling.

Although it was not yet fully assembled, the general shape had already appeared.

Obviously, this was an upgraded version of White Ant, only the size was larger and the material had been changed.

"Are you worried about something?"

Shimizu felt that Sasori's current state was a bit abnormal.

Recalling that Sasori would turn his childhood companions into puppets in the future, and then assassinate the Third Kazekage when he grew up, turning the Third Kazekage into a puppet as well, Shimizu was a little worried that Sasori might want to turn himself into a puppet as well.

After all, he and Sasori were teammates, and he had even defeated Sasori in the selection.

It was best to correct his situation as much as possible while Sasori was still young.

Sasori paused his hand, but then installed the parts at a faster speed, and at the same time opened his mouth and said:

"What about you, you seem to admire the Third Kazekage?"

"Perhaps, at least in Sunagakure, now, we are all subordinates of the Third Kazekage, what about you? Are you dissatisfied with him?"

Sasori pursed his lips, stopped the movements in his hands, and stared at Shimizu with a pair of bright eyes.

"He didn't lead us to win against Konoha, and many people died."

Is that your reason for assassinating the Third Kazekage in a few years?

Sure enough, this child is the same as Uchiha Itachi. No one taught him since he was a child, and his brain is crooked.