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The old east district of sh City is an old building complex built seventy or eighty years ago, which is an anomaly in this prosperous and prosperous city. Due to various reasons, the demolition work here has never been officially carried out. With the continuous deviation of the city center location, it has become a near-edge area of ​​the city, a place with many outsiders and mixed fish and dragons.

Lei Jingtian forced Li Heng to ask, and the god of death was hiding in an independent three-story building with his left hand. There were low walls around the building, and the paint brushes for applying for certificates and recruiting workers were everywhere. On the side of the small road full of garbage, several street lights were radiating weakly, barely allowing Lei Jingtian to see the old door sign on the rusty iron door.

After finding the place, Lei Jingtian completely calmed down and became more careful in his actions. The left hand of the god of death was famous before he retired. Among the various characters who died under him, there were many similar killers. His hiding place could not have no warning and defense measures, and small buildings like this one with a unique courtyard are easier to install mechanisms.

Of course, Lei Jingtian came in preparation, and brought a lot of small instruments for detection. Before entering, he carefully observed and detected them, but did not find any abnormalities. He looked like an ordinary family.

The small building was so dark that it could not see a trace of light. Lei Jingtian could not predict what kind of danger was hidden in this darkness, but he would never allow him to miss this opportunity.

After taking a few steps back and taking a deep breath, Lei Jingtian suddenly accelerated forward and ran a few steps, using the momentum to rise up, put his hands on the top of the wall and exerted force, easily climbing over the wall and landing lightly into the small yard.

In a corner where the street lights could not be shined, he walked like a raccoon cat, quickly and quietly sneaked into the room on the first floor. The old-fashioned door lock was held under the paper clip for 2 seconds and then lost.

According to Li Heng, the hiding place of the left hand god of death is in the basement of the small building. Lei Jingtian soon discovered the entrance to the basement next to the stairs.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the wall lights in the basement passage were actually turned on, and the soft light illuminated the narrow stairs. There was nothing unusual about it, it was where ordinary people store debris.

Lei Jingtian pulled out his pistol and walked down the stairs carefully. The bullets in the pistol were loaded. If he encountered the left hand of the God of Death, it would definitely be a scene of immortality.

Despite being extra careful, the old floor slabs made a creaking sound under the weight of Lei Jingtian's body, although very slight, and unusually obvious in this quiet environment.

There were only a dozen steps, as if I had walked through a cycle of reincarnation, but when Lei Jingtian walked to the end of the stairs, there was still no abnormality.

Could it be that the left-handed Death God discovered the situation in advance and ran away? Or did he hide behind the door and prepare to launch a fatal attack? Various possibilities flipped in Lei Jingtian's mind. His right hand holding the gun couldn't help but tighten.

Bang! The thin partition was kicked open by Lei Jingtian. Sometimes the roughest way is the best way!

A foul stinking to the nose, and the scene in the basement immediately caught the eye of Lei Jingtian, and the scene in front of him surprised Lei Jingtian!

The basement is about 20 square meters, and the corners are filled with all kinds of dusty debris. On the other side of the room is a single bed, a person lying on it half covered with a quilt, and a bracket for hanging drips next to the head of the bed is also placed on it. There are several packs of medicine hanging on it.

It looks like a patient on the bed is receiving treatment, but the environment here is very harsh, and the air is filled with the smell of excrement. The ground is full of discarded garbage, bloody gauze and cotton balls.

When Lei Jingtian broke in, the people on the bed just moved and had no other reaction.

Lei Jingtian did not dare to take it lightly, so he raised his gun and pointed it at the man and slowly approached. After walking to the other party, he could not help but take a breath of cold air.

Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man with white hair. His feet were tightly tied to the iron frame on the edge of the bed by thick iron chains. His skinny face was covered with crisscrossing scars. From the scars in the wound, it could be seen that it was not an old wound. And one of his eyes was cruelly dug out, leaving only a ferocious blood hole, and there were almost no teeth left in his open mouth.

It's just a "hiss" sound that can still be made when breathing. It can prove that this person is still alive, but it is not an exaggeration to describe him as life is worse than death.

Lei Jingtian noticed that this bed was a hospital-made bed in the hospital. There was a drain door on the bed board and a potty was placed under the bed. The stench came from here.

Lei Jingtian put away his pistol. No matter how cautious he was, he could see that the other party was a useless person. For some reason, Li Heng placed it in the basement. Could this be the one who taught Li Heng's dagger technique?

The left hand of the God of Death should not be like this! Although he has never seen the left hand of Death, the information collected by Lei Jingtian over the years is rich and detailed enough. The left hand of Death is a top expert in the industry, and the DT terrorists have close contacts. The price of his move at one time is at least seven-digit US dollars, and there are almost no failure examples.

The information also shows that the left-handed Death is a person who pays extreme attention to enjoyment. He likes to disguise himself as a rich man and go to various high-end occasions. He is extremely generous in his actions. He disappears immediately after he is free and will never appear with the same face. He is elusive and has extremely secretive.

Interpol has wanted him worldwide for 15 years, but there has been no news about him in recent years. The latest information also shows that he has washed his hands and retired due to injuries.

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

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

"Who are you?" he asked in a low voice, his voice as hoarse as a rusty iron knife rubbing against the slab.

Lei Jingtian did not answer, leaned over and suddenly grabbed his left hand.

The skinny left hand was black and dirty, and the nails of three fingers were pulled away. The injured part was filled with pus, which looked terrible.

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

Although the surface of his injured skin had been smoothed, Lei Jingtian's eyes were so sophisticated.

Putting down the other party's left hand, Lei Jingtian pulled open the quilt covering him again. This guy hadn't taken a shower for a long time, and it was even more dirty inside, and his unsightly body was covered with bedsores.

"Happy, Mr. Death on the Left Hand, I don't know what name you are good at. Bai Feichou? Lister? Klinsman?..." Lei Jingtian said the pseudonym that Death Left Hand used.

When he lifted the other party's clothes, he was able to confirm that the dying prisoner patient was the left hand of the god of death.

At this moment, Lei Jingtian felt a lot of feelings. The enemy who had been searching for for many years was right in front of him, but he had completely become a paralyzed person in bed, and seemed to have undergone a long-term torture.

It was supposed to be a surprise to get avenge, but Lei Jingtian felt a little sad at this moment.

Some of this kind of sorrow is for this top killer who once dominated the world, and some is for himself--he will never have the chance to defeat this opponent in a dignified manner.

As for whom he was tortured, Lei Jingtian finally understood why Li Heng would hold on to his shoulders at the beginning and refused to let go.

"Who are you?" asked the left hand Death God hissed. Suddenly he had some strength, raised his right hand to grab Lei Jingtian's arm, and when he lifted it halfway, he fell down weakly.

"I am the one who left memorial here with you?" Lei Jingtian said lightly: "Left hand, do you still remember the Daraco Valley?"

"It's you, it's you, haha. Cough cough..." The left hand god of death twisted his head and coughed violently, and laughed while coughing: "Congratulations, you finally found me and can avenge your brother... Cough! Cough... I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"Let's shoot me if you're a man, and let our grudges be completely settled, ahem..."

He coughed violently, and blood foam came out of the corner of his mouth, as if he was about to cough out his entire lungs.

Back then, Lei Jingtian's shot hit his right chest. If it weren't for the bulletproof suit blocking him, he would have died. Therefore, when he saw the old gunshot wound on his right chest and the traces on his left hand, Lei Jingtian could have confirmed his identity.
Chapter completed!