SH's Old East District is a complex of old buildings built 70 or 80 years ago, and it is an outlier in this thriving city. For a variety of reasons, the demolition work was never officially carried out, and as the city center continued to deviate, it also became a near edge of the city, a place with many out-of-town households.

Lei Jingtian forced out of Li Heng's mouth, and the hiding place of the Grim Reaper's left hand was in an independent three-story building, and there were low walls around the building, and the paint brushes for applying for permits and recruiting workers were everywhere. On the side of the rubbish-strewn road, a few street lamps glowed weakly, barely allowing the thunderbolt to see the old house signs on the rusty iron gates.

found a place, but the thunder shocked the sky completely calmed his mood, and his actions became more and more cautious. The Left Hand of the Grim Reaper had a great reputation before he retired, and there were many killers of the same kind among the various characters who died under his hands, and it was impossible for him to hide without guards, and a small building with a separate courtyard like this one was easier to set up mechanisms.

Of course, Lei Jingtian was prepared, and he brought a lot of small instruments for detection, and he carefully observed and tested it before entering, and did not find any abnormalities, it looked like an ordinary family.

Xiao Lou couldn't see a single light in the dark, and Lei Jingtian couldn't predict what kind of danger lurked in this darkness, but he definitely didn't allow this opportunity to be missed.

Taking a few steps back, taking a deep breath, Lei Zhentian suddenly accelerated forward and ran a few steps, took advantage of the momentum to rise, put his hands on the top of the wall and made a strong effort, easily climbing over the wall. Delicately landed in the small courtyard.

In the corner where the street lamp couldn't shine, he walked like a tanuki and sneaked quickly and silently into the room on the first floor, where the old-fashioned door lock held under the paper clip for two seconds before it was broken.

According to Li Heng, the hiding place of the Grim Reaper on his left hand was in the basement of the small building, and Lei Jingtian soon discovered the basement entrance next to the stairs.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the wall lamps in the basement passage were turned on, and the soft light illuminated the narrow staircase. It doesn't seem to have any abnormalities, but it's where ordinary people store their sundries.

Lei Shocking pulled out his pistol and walked down the stairs cautiously, the pistol was loaded with a bullet, if he encountered the left hand of the Grim Reaper, it would definitely not be a scene of endless death.

Despite the extra care, the old floor slabs creaked under the weight of the thunderous body, and although it was slight, it was unusually noticeable in the silence.

There were more than a dozen stairs in a short time, as if they had gone through a reincarnation, but when the thunder shook the sky and walked to a partition door at the end of the stairs. There are still no anomalies.

Could it be that the left-handed Grim Reaper discovered the situation in advance and fled? Or is he just hiding behind the door and ready to launch a deadly attack? All kinds of possibilities were flipped in the thunderous mind. The right hand holding the gun couldn't help but tighten.

Boom! The thin door was kicked open by a thunderous kick, and sometimes the roughest way is the best way!

A foul smell came to the nostrils, and the scene in the basement immediately caught the eyes of the thunderous world, and the scene in front of him surprised the thunderous world!

The basement is about 20 square meters, and the corners are full of all kinds of dusty debris, and on the other side of the room is a single bed, on which a person lies half-covered with a quilt, and next to the head of the bed there is a stand for hanging drips. There were packets of potions hanging from them.

It looks like a patient on the bed is being treated, but the environment here is very harsh, and the air is full of the smell of excrement. The ground was also littered with discarded garbage, and bloody gauze cotton balls and stuff.

For the thunderous incursion, the person on the bed just moved and did not react in any other way.

Lei Jingtian didn't dare to take it lightly, raised his gun at the man and slowly approached, and after walking to the other party and seeing the person's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but gasp.

Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man with gray hair, his feet firmly tied to the iron frame on the edge of the bed with thick iron chains. His skinny face was crisscrossed with scars. It can be seen from the scar of the wound that it is not an old injury. And one of his eyes had been brutally dug out, leaving only a hideous bloody hole, and barely a tooth left in his open mouth.

It's just a "hiss" sound that can still be made when you breathe. It can be proved that this man is still alive, but it is not an exaggeration to describe him as better than dead.

Lei Jingtian noticed that this bed was a special hospital bed, with a flap door for excretion on the bed board, and a bedpan under the bed, from which the stench came from.

Lei put away the pistol, no matter how cautious he was, he could completely see that the other party was a waste person at all, and he didn't know why he was put in the basement by Li Heng, could this be the person who taught Li Heng the dagger technique?

Death's left hand shouldn't look like this! Although he had not seen the Grim Reaper in his left hand with his own eyes, the information that Lei Jingtian had painstakingly collected over the years was rich and detailed. The Left-handed Reaper is one of the best in the industry, and has a close relationship with DT terrorists, and he has at least a seven-figure knife to pay for a single shot, and there are few examples of failure.

The information also shows that the left-handed Grim Reaper is an extremely enjoyable person, he likes to disguise himself as a rich man to go out to various high-end occasions, and he is extremely bold in his shots, and he will disappear immediately after the chic is finished, and he will never appear in the same face again, and his whereabouts are extremely secretive.

Interpol has wanted him worldwide for 15 years, and in recent years there has been no news of him at all, and the latest intelligence also shows that he has washed his hands and retired because of his injuries.

If this person is not the left-handed god of death, then who is he, Li Heng did not specifically say the name of this person, and Lei Jingtian did not think that Li Heng was still lying when his psychological defense line had obviously collapsed.

While Lei Jingtian looked at the other party, the man also stared at Lei Jingtian with his only remaining right eye, his eyes full of surprise and doubt.

"Who are you?" He asked in a low voice, his voice hoarse as if a rusty iron knife was rubbing against a stone slab.

Lei Jingtian didn't answer, leaned over and suddenly grabbed his left hand.

The scrawny left hand was black and dirty, the nails of three fingers had been forcibly pulled out, and the injured parts were dripping with pus, which looked miserable.

The other party struggled weakly, a few fingers moved, and Lei Jingtian clearly saw the calluses on his hands - they were the characteristic marks left by years of use of daggers and guns.

Although the surface of his injured skin had been smoothed, the thunderous eyes were so spicy.

Putting down the other party's left hand, Lei Jingtian pulled the quilt covering him again, this guy didn't know how long it had been since he had taken a bath, and it was even more filthy inside, and his inhuman-shaped body was covered with bedsores.

"Fortunately, Mr. Death on the left hand, I don't know what to call you, Bai Feichou? Liszt? Klinsmann? "What Lei Shocking said was the pseudonym that the left hand of the god of death once used.

When he lifted the other man's clothes, he was completely sure that the dying prisoner patient was the left hand of the Grim Reaper.

At this moment, a thousand feelings surged in Lei Jingtian's heart, this enemy who had been looking for many years was in front of his eyes, but he had completely become a waste person paralyzed in bed, and it seemed that he had been tortured for a long time.

It was supposed to be a surprise of revenge, but at this moment, the thunder shocked the sky and felt a trace of sadness.

This sadness is partly for the sake of this once world-leading killer, and some for himself - he will never have a chance to defeat this opponent with dignity again.

As for who the person who tortured him was, needless to say, Lei Jingtian finally understood why Li Heng would not let go of his mouth at first.

"Who the hell are you?" The grim reaper hissed in his left hand, and suddenly he had some strength, raised his right hand and tried to grab the thunderous arm, but halfway through it he fell weakly.

"I'm the one who left a memorial here with you?" Lei said lightly: "Left hand, do you remember the Darako Valley?" ”

"It's you, it's you, haha. Ahem..."The Grim Reaper in his left hand twisted his head and coughed violently, coughing and laughing: "Congratulations, you have finally found me, and I can avenge your brother... Cough! Cough... I've been waiting for this day for a long time. ”

"Shoot, if you're a man, give me a shot, let's settle our grudge completely, ahem..."

He coughed violently, foaming blood from the corners of his mouth, as if he was about to cough out his entire lung.

Back then, Lei Jingtian's shot hit his right chest, and if it weren't for the bulletproof suit, he would have died a long time ago, so after seeing the old gunshot wound on his right chest and the marks on his left hand, Lei Jingtian was able to confirm his identity.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that the damage that shot inflicted on the Grim Reaper in his left hand was far heavier than Lei Zhentian had previously thought.