With a sniper rifle behind his back, a rifle hanging on his chest, two pistols in his hands, and grenades and magazines on his body, he looks like a bandit, how can there be such a Kamen Rider, which is completely destroying the image of Kamen Rider.

But Grell doesn't care if the image is not imaged, as long as he can kill, he loaded the two pistols, heard footsteps on both sides of the corridor outside, stepped forward and kicked open the door, and strode out very imposingly, before the person came out, his arms were already stretched out left and right, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the corridor on the left and right.

The moment he walked out the door, his fingers flexed, the trigger was pulled, and the sound of the silencer-mounted gunfire was dull. Two bullets spun in response and flew out of the chamber of the gun, piercing through the air with a shrill whistling sound that struck the heads of both men with precision, burrowing a hole in the sturdy skull.

The impact of the bullet caused the two men to fall backwards almost simultaneously, slamming heavily on the marble floor, wisps of red and white slowly flowing out of the small thumb-sized holes, already lifeless.

Grell didn't even glance at the two corpses, lifted his legs, stepped forward, and walked forward. In just over a month since he came to this world, he has gone from an otaku who has never even killed a chicken to a warrior who kills people without blinking. Do you really want to say that you can get used to doing too many things? If you kill too many people, you will become accustomed to it. It turned out that I was still a little afraid of the dark and ghosts, but now, hehe... If a ghost comes, he will kill it too.

Greer didn't have a hidden meaning, he walked in the dark indoor stadium with a big face, and saw the flashlight light appear in the field of vision, and raised his hand to shoot a shot, and then there was the sound of falling to the ground and the flashlight on the ground 'grunt!' 'Rolling sounds.

This asymmetrical battle was doomed from the beginning, even though there were twenty or thirty gang members, but the guns in their hands could not penetrate the dragoon armor on Greel's body, but Greer, who was dressed in dragoon armor, was accurate with one shot, and the bullets of the two pistols ran out, and they were thrown into a broken glass door next to them, which was shattered by the mirror world.

Pulling the rifle down, he opened fire with one hand and threw two grenades at the gang members who were hiding behind the car with the other. Two thunderous explosions overwhelmed the gunshots like fried beans, and the flames could be seen even from a distance.

Several cars parked in the courtyard were first hit by bullets and had holes everywhere, and now they were blown into scrap metal by Greer's two grenades, and the glass windows and mirrors all over the house were shattered by the sound of the grenade explosion. Eight or nine gang members who were hiding behind the car and shooting were blown up and lay on the ground, some of them died on the spot, and the rest were covered in bruises, lying on the ground wailing.

With a force of 500 kilograms, Greer threw grenades with precision, behind every cover where a gang member was hiding, and every explosion was accompanied by screams, wails, and shouts of terror.

After five explosions, the yard was flattened, no more gunshots rang out, and everyone except Greel lay peacefully on the ground. The ground was littered with broken glass and bullet casings, and several cars were burning, like torches illuminating the 'people' lying nearby.

The steaming blood flowed freely through the cracks of the floor tiles, making the yard smell of blood, and there were many pieces of flesh and blood that had been blown away 'pia' on the sports equipment, which looked like a large slaughterhouse, rather than a sports field for sweat and youthful health.

Greer poked down with his rifle's right arm, half of his arm sinking into the broken glass on the ground, and when he retracted, the rifle was gone. Raising his right arm, he pulled the sniper rifle from his back and carried it in his hand, and raised the barrel with his left arm in front of him, aiming at the top of the building at a 60-degree angle in front of him.

A lookout post was looking over the side with a telescope, saying something to the walkie-talkie, and when Grell was aiming at him with a sniper rifle, he happened to see Grell with a sniper rifle facing him through the binoculars, one with a sniper rifle and the other with a telescope.

Greer could clearly see this person from the eightfold mirror and was stunned for a moment, not knowing if it was because of the dragoon armor on Greel's body or the sniper rifle in his hand. Grell muttered in a smiling voice, "I See You!" ”

Then he hooked his finger and pulled the trigger, 'Bang! With a bang, even though he was wearing the Imperial Cavalry armor, Greel's whole person was shocked and slid backwards a little, but it firmly supported the sniper rifle, and a long bullet flew out of the muzzle, like a meteor cutting through the sky.

In the next second, the man's head in the distance was as shredded as a watermelon hit by a hammer, and Greer had turned his gun on the observation post on one of the buildings, pulled the trigger again, and after emptying the seven-round magazine, all the observation posts were cleared in ten seconds.

With the sniper rifle back behind him, Grell stepped forward, picking up all available guns on the ground, moaning or lying still, and taking a roll call one by one. The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the empty courtyard, overpowering the cries for help and wailing. After the fifth pistol was emptied, the yard returned to calm, and this time it was really a stomp in the yard, and not a single one gasped.

Tossing the two pistols he had picked up into the burning wreckage of the car, Grell strode towards the room that led to the hidden dock below. Only five minutes had passed since he kicked the door, and more than thirty vicious gangsters had all fallen under Greel's guns.

The only thing that made Grell unhappy was that the points given by killing these gang members plus the previous 175 were only 1121, which was too far behind the Frost Giant.

The transaction below had just begun, and there were gunfights and grenades above, which made these people who could not see the light tremble, thinking that it was a strip coming, and all the vigilant and suspicious eyes looked at each other, thinking that they had attracted it.

Boxes of priceless white powder were all thrown into the water one by one, and even the boxes were washed with water, and while the younger brother was doing these things, Parker Robbins, the boss of the red hood, stood there without saying a word, just put the red hood on his head, and his gloomy eyes scanned everyone present.

Several of his men used walkie-talkies to contact the ground to find out what was going on, but all that came from the walkie-talkies was gunshots, explosions, wails, and moans, and after the last seven heavy gunshots overshadowed any sound, everything fell silent, and at this time, all the evidence was destroyed.