The Dark King of London

CHAPTER 1

This is a prison, humid, in the air spreading a smell.

A figure sat cross-legged in the dark, demonstrating calmly, like ancient water, like a Buddha statue.

In the cell, there was no problem, not even a talker, day after day, year after year, until death, so many inmates were desperate to commit suicide.

But this man was not desperate and was waiting for an opportunity.

At this moment, the dawn light of the morning rose, passing through the window of the first base on the wall. His butt was shimmering, like a holy path crashing the darkness in the cell, covering him, making the hair on his head dye into iridescent gold, divine warmth, like a statue of a Buddha nirvana.

Then suddenly, this person opened his eyes, like a completely nirvana Buddha, reborn. The black prison seemed to be shining too!

To take a meal; to eat one's meal. In the data, outside the door came a chilling sound, then a tray passed through the iron bars of the door and was placed on the ground.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The chance for him to wait came at last!

He stood up calmly from the depths of the darkness, slowly coming out, gradually showing the whole scene. His body is a little thin, his working age is not large, and he is just a teenager.

The teenager looked at the rice tray on the ground a little. In the tray was a bowl of white rice and a plate of green vegetables; extremely simple, no matter what was left over, but for hungry criminals one night, it was also delicious. He raised the white rice and put it in his small mouth. Each mouth ate very slowly, as if careful to smell the taste of each grain of rice.

In addition to the iron door, the two correctional officers stared at the teenager, the scene in their hands depending on the time of preparation, watching each of his movements, as if the room was occupied by a beast, even though the beast was now locked in an iron cage.

A long time later, the teenager finally finished eating and took the tray out, but the green vegetable plate was not right. He only ate the bowl of white rice.

Then, the teenager was again absorbed in the darkness, all quiet again.

The two prisoners finally took a breath, quickly grabbed the tray, and left as if they didn't want to be there for a second.

The teenager returned to the dark, sat cross-legged down for the second time, and suddenly showed a monstrous smile on their elegant faces.

After a second, he moved -- reached under his mouth, opened, and gushed.

In a moment, a small grain of rice gently fell into the palm of his hand.

This grain of rice is normal, like hundreds of thousands of other grains, hidden in a medium-sized rice bag, before going through three test devices, five jails, and scenes alternately supervised. Finally, juveniles eat it in the mouth under the eyes of two medium-sized jaws. Still, teenagers bring it under their teeth, and there is no swallowing.

Because the taste of this grain was a little different, he did not eat that delicious green vegetable because the room had lost its taste.

This grain of rice is hope; many people have been cooperating seriously for a long time, implementing many plans, and finally breaking this grain through countless blockades and messages to him.

The teenager took two fingers to grab the rice grain, gently cringing.

The grain was temporarily crumbling, and the inside was a grain-sized piece of paper!

The teenager smiled, his elongated finger gently rubbing the other paper sample, gently and unequally, like he was caressing some sensitive part of a girl.

Scrubbing for a long time, the paper seemed to reach its limit, eventually bursting out, turning into a paper even smaller than the master nail. The teenager took a deep breath, brought the paper up before his eyes, and stopped looking.

There was only one word on the paper -- "bird."

The youth's eyebrows frowned, not moving in the dark, seeming to be in a contemplative false position, wondering what the word “Bird” meant.

Birds have two kinds of meanings, one is for animals, and the other is for one type of “organ” in humans.

Very coincidentally, the teenager also had this type of agency, he thought for a long time, finally carrying a kind of doubt, speculation, a kind of hesitation, gently opening his pants, bowing his head to look a little.

In the darkness, his “Bird” silently curled up, in a convenient shape and stupid posture, without any deformities.

The teenager brought the trousers again to bind the start, the eyebrows for the second time narrowed, subtly reflecting on the land.

This “bird” is not just an organ; the only explanation is also an animal.

“Whew!” At this moment, the small window in the high place suddenly transmitted a very small sound.

This sound is very small, like the sound of flapping your wings; without sensitive hearing, it is impossible to detect this sound.

Of course, the teenager could hear him; he raised his head and looked at the small window.

On the small window, an incomparably small animal, flapping its wings, flew in, out of its mouth a small circle.

Looking at that small circle, the youth raised this jerk and did not move his head to look up; the eyes gradually became wet.

No one knows how many people died, how many carefully planned, how many times carefully tested, to finally make this little bird fly before his eyes!

This prison, called the Black Prison, also has an identity -- the world's worst prison.

The teenager, Andrew Louis, had one more identity - the number one criminal in the Black Prison.

Black Prison detains all the super criminals in the world; they can be super hackers, political controllers, nuclear experts, financial billionaires, and high-level assassins... For the sake of this madman, Dark Prison chose to use the most strict defense in the world, strictly forbidding any connection of criminals to the outside!