Jumping from the open mirror locomotive, the mirror locomotive, which was more than three meters long, disappeared after Grell left, and returned to the knight's card box, waiting for Grell to summon again.

There was silence all around, only the sound of Grell's footsteps echoing through the empty streets, and although this was Manhattan Island, the roads were as dilapidated as Brooklyn, except that there were not so many 'patches'.

In front of him is a small four-story building, with four rooms on each floor, large floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the real world, cars parked on both sides of the street, few people passing by, and the silent mirrored world is almost indistinguishable.

Dressed in dragoon armor, Grell pushed open the glass door and walked in, the hall was similar to the bar, but there were many small platforms with steel pipes erected in the middle, and through the smooth and illuminated steel pipes, it was possible to see that the outside world was also empty in the hall.

Grell didn't stay too long in this lively hall, and immediately began to search the nightclub for the door to the basement, so many movies and TV series like to detain people in the basement, this time is no exception, Grell soon found the staircase at the end of the back corridor.

It was connected to the ascending staircase, and at the end of the descending staircase, on the left hand side was a rusty iron door, which was still hidden, and there was no such thing as Grell had intended.

"Is it a fake address?" Greer now had to suspect that this might not be the place where Big Daddy was being held at all, but he had already found it, and he still opened the iron door and walked in.

There were no lights in the empty basement, only two 10-centimeter-sized exhaust fans turned back and forth, and a few beams of sunlight through the gaps in the fan blades became the only source of light in the basement.

The night vision function of the Dragoon armor allowed Grell to see clearly that this empty basement with an area of 200 square meters had eight thick cement pillars erected, and the corners were littered with broken tables and chairs, as well as broken newspapers, broken bricks and other garbage, making the entire basement look very cluttered.

An iron hook hung from the ceiling in the center of the basement with a one-meter rope, and below it was a dark red pool of blood, similar to the image Mindy had described.

"Looks like this is it!" Grell thought to himself, and looked around, there was a broken mirror next to a cement pillar on the left, reflecting the gray basement scene, and unlike the mirror world, there was a man in black hanging from the rope in the middle.

"Uncle Damon!" Without hesitation, Grell crashed headlong into the mirror, and if he wanted to enter the mirror world, he had to go through a long broken crystal-like 'tunnel' from which he could return to the real world, and jump out directly.

In the real world, a man wearing a blue-green leather armor embellished with a silver armor appeared next to the cement pillar out of thin air, and then strode towards the person who was hanging in the middle and ran, the footsteps echoed in the silent and empty basement, making the dying big father open his eyes and shout extremely weakly: "NO! ”

This voice is like that of an old man in the twilight, and he can't hear the pronunciation clearly unless he lies in his ears. Greel, whose five senses were strengthened by the dragoon's armor, also heard a sound that was fainter than the shouts of the big daddy, and attacked him at great speed.

After more than half a month of training and the bonus of the dragoon's armor, Grell hurriedly stopped his steps, leaned back at the waist, and a silver-white dart grazed his chest armor and stomach, and was deeply rooted in the concrete wall opposite, leaving only a small half of it still outside.

When he leaned back, Greer immediately turned his head to look in the direction where the flying knife was coming, and a thin man dressed in black and holding his face with a black scarf didn't know when he appeared in the corner, and the only eyes on his body were staring at Greer, as if he was looking at his prey, which made people feel furious inside.

'Bang! A loud noise, especially loud in the silent basement, startled Greel, and when he turned his head, he saw that the iron door was closed, and a man as tall as a bear stood in the doorway, with a cigar in his mouth, a shotgun in his right hand, and an M500 revolver pinned to his waist, and Bushwacker in red on the upper left corner of his leather jacket.

"It's finally here, it's quite punctual, and I'll send you to hell." The executioner spat out the cigar in his mouth, immediately picked up the shotgun and aimed it at Greel, and fired, and the deafening sound of gunfire accompanied by the daring steel balls quickly attacked Greer.

When the guy lifted the gun, Greer hurriedly dodged towards the cement pillar on the left, although the gun could not break through the defense, but it would still be repelled by the impact if it was hit on the body. But before Grell could take a step, the man in black standing next to him also quickly flicked his right arm, and a chain as thick as a little finger was thrown at Greer, which immediately wrapped his attention on Greer's right arm, which was focused on the executioner's side, and pulled it hard.

The defenseless Greer was dragged to a standstill, missing a good opportunity to dodge, so that the shotgun bombarded his chest, knocking him away at once, flying four or five meters and hitting the cement pillar, and then bounced back and fell on the rough concrete floor only three or four meters away from the big daddy.

The executioner looked at Greer who was lying on the ground motionless, with a thick disdain and mockery on his face: "Hmph, it's just such a weak chicken, and you have to dispatch the two of us, it's really overkill, I killed it, and you are responsible for collecting ......."

Before the last syllable could fall, Greel, who was lying on the ground with his back to them, suddenly turned around, and had an extra black and white gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger on the man in black who was closest to him.

The man in black was still very quick to react, dodging when Greer's gun was pointed at him, and tugging at the chain that was still wrapped around Greer's right arm, trying to deflect the bullet from its original trajectory.

If the muzzle velocity was a few hundred meters, he would definitely be dodged, but he encountered a laser with a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second. Before his toes left the ground, the beam of light had already hit his chest. The huge force blew a big hole in the chest of the man in black, and the whole person fell backwards without saying a word, splashing a puff of dust.

“FUCK！” The executioner hurriedly loaded the shotgun when Grell turned around, trying to make up for it, but he had just loaded the bullet when he saw a large hole in the chest of the man in black with a diameter of ten centimeters, and without hesitation, he turned around and hid behind the cement pillar next to him to avoid being hit.