The night was uneventful, with no Frost Giants or Destroyers or anything to disturb the peace of the night, and early the next morning, Grell said goodbye to Thor and the four of them, and drove his motorcycle down Route 40 in the direction of Twist.

Grell didn't ask where Thor would go, what he planned to do on Earth in the future, and drove the motorcycle without any fuss and disappeared into Thor's eyes. If it weren't for the accidental appearance of the Frost Giant last night, he would have left a long time ago, and the Asgardian throne is a competition between brothers for family property, and he is an outsider to mix it up.

Standing next to the RV, watching Grell driving his motorcycle at a super-fast speed on Highway 40, and after a while, he disappeared, Thor said with admiration: "Midgard also has such a brave and good warrior, when I go back, I must report to my father and agree to let him join the Divine Domain Legion." ”

Jane, who came out of the RV, sighed helplessly when she heard Thor's words, and said, "Thor, this is not the Asgardian Divine Domain, but the Earth. Don't say these words in the future, I don't know when you'll go back, but before you go back, learn to live here as an earthling. And your name is Donald Black, not Thor Odinson. ”

"yes, of course I do." Thor said without being distracted, which made Jane sigh rather helplessly, gave up the idea of continuing to talk to Thor, and began to pack her things and prepare for the road.

This astronomical observation in New Mexico was just the beginning, and the equipment and research materials were all taken away by a group of agents, and the only gain was that this unobtrusive Thor from the Asgardian God Domain was still the kind that had lost his power.

It was precisely because they discovered that this person was likely Thor, that Jane and Eric hurriedly set off to leave the place where the hammer fell, so that Thor would not be discovered and taken away by the group of agents, so that their only gain would also disappear.

But he didn't expect to meet a teenager who drove to run out of gas halfway, as if by magic, conjuring a set of strange armor on his body out of thin air, and then beating up those weirdos that Thor called 'frost giants'.

In just a few days, the three of them really opened their eyes and gained knowledge, and it can only be said that the world is so big that there are no surprises, although it is expected that the observation and experiment have not been achieved, and even the equipment and materials have been lost, but it is worth the trip to 'capture' a northern god Thor and see Kamen Rider vs. Frost Giant.

While Jane and the others were busy packing up their RV and preparing to leave for school, Grell had already increased the speed of the motorcycle to the maximum, and the super high speed made the wind 'how'! Call! Even though he was wearing a helmet, he could still clearly hear the sound of the wind blowing rapidly.

In this way, the non-stop high-speed racing did not reach New Jersey until dusk, and once again came to Manhattan Island, the most prosperous economic center of the United States, after a four-day absence, via the Washington Bridge.

The last time I came here to save Big Daddy, I came and went in a hurry, and I was not in any mood to appreciate this exotic style, and now Grell also has no such leisure, and followed Highway 9A all the way from Washington Heights to Harlem in Upper Manhattan, which is also a famous black community.

The percentage of blacks here is higher than that of Brooklyn, and although it belongs to Manhattan, it is very different from Manhattan's central business district in terms of greenery, infrastructure, and security.

This point can be said to be deeply felt after Greer turned off Highway 9A, the road is full of vehicles parked on both sides of the non-main highway, and it takes up half the width of the road, perhaps because of late autumn, there are many yellow leaves on the road and sidewalk, and the people who come and go are in a hurry, most of them are non-white.

Grell is no stranger here, the game "Torture and Killing the Original Form" 1.2 played in his previous life, is set in Manhattan, and once manipulated the protagonist to walk on the eaves of Manhattan Island, and has played so many times, many buildings are very familiar, such as the fourteen fourteen-story high-rise buildings in the park in front of him, how many times have he manipulated Alex to kill, climb walls, and glide over here.

But Grell didn't come on a pilgrimage, there was a safe house arranged by the big dad before his death, there were four such safe houses in total, the one in Brooklyn was withdrawn, and the Queens borough was probably exposed, only the two in Manhattan remained, and before leaving, Mindy gave Grell the address and key.

I parked my motorcycle under a building, took the elevator to the 14th floor, opened the wooden door with the key, and walked inside. From the outside, the door is no different from anything else, but there is a second iron door inside, and you can't even think of breaking through unless it's a bomb.

It's a three-bedroom, two-living room, but the door to the third bedroom is in the closet of the bedroom on the left, and when you enter, you will find that there is another world, surrounded by iron shelves on the walls, on which are hung all kinds of guns, and below are boxes of bullets of various calibers.

Pistols, shotguns, micro-charges, sniper rifles, grenades, C4s and other explosives are all available, it is completely a small arsenal, and I finally know where the big daddy's money is spent, and all of it is bought into weapons.

Near the window was a desk with two computers on it, and a wooden board hung from the window, full of photos or names, connected by red lines, and marked with their relationship, which looked like a pyramid.

Many of the names at the bottom of the pyramid are marked with red ×, and the higher up the red ×, the fewer there are, and none of the three rows of more than ten names at the top has been marked with red ×, and it is obvious that the little minions below can easily find and kill, and the higher they go, the more difficult it is to find their whereabouts.

Grell sat down and began to browse through the information on the computer and paper documents such as Big Daddy's revenge goals and plans, and it took him three hours to sort out some ideas. These things were all collected by Big Daddy after he was released from prison, little by little, quietly collecting information about the big drug lord Frank Amic who framed him in the first place.

For six years, he collected information and trained Mindy, outlining the composition of Frank Amick's drug trafficking network and the politicians who sheltered it, and what the big father wanted was to eradicate all the people on it, so that Frank Amick could taste the pain of losing his wealth, his subordinates, etc., before he went back and killed him.

This revenge plan only started five months ago, and the Brooklyn mob boss Parker Robbins who was looking for some time ago was the executor who framed Big Daddy, and when rescuing Big Daddy, it was Parker Robbins' subordinate Carl Burbank who was shot and his arm was broken by Grell.