48 Hours a Day

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After seeing Zhang Heng, the assassin’s face was full of astonished expression. He was a master of stealth. As a result, he could not notice that someone was following him, and the other party had followed him for so long, all the way to the laundry, even He could endure not showing up until he entered the butcher’s shop and met his contacts.

After contacting the strange sense of similarity before, the assassin finally could not help but blurted out, “Are you … are you also an assassin?”

“Unfortunately, it’s my question time.” Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows. He turned his attention to the one-eyed Samaritan. “It seems that you are his liaison. Then you should know this time. Who is the one who paid me to assassinate me? “

After the initial panic, the Samaritan calmed down quickly, hearing this and shaking his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m just a Boss at the butcher shop, where do I know what assassination is not assassination.”

“Really?” Zhang Heng hearing this didn’t urge it, but pulled out two Persian swords around his waist.

“What do you want to do? Catch me back to the patrol?” The one-eyed Samaritan raised his voice. “Do you have any evidence that I am his liaison?”

“Catch you back? You think too much, it seems that you don’t know the style of the patrol recently.” Zhang Heng said, “I was careful when I came, and no one on the street noticed that I entered your butcher shop, So in other words, I just kill you and nobody knows that I did it. “

One-eyed Samaritan hearing this for a moment, he really didn’t expect the other party as a member of the patrol team, responsible for maintaining the security of this area, but did not intend to abide by any laws, then this is what kind of patrol team Ah, it’s just a robber.

So he turned his attention to the assassin on the other side, but the latter’s eyes were also squinting everywhere at the moment, and it seemed that he was going to slip away.

Just kidding, he’s just an assassin, good at sneak attack and assassination. How can a head-on battle be an opponent of the Roman City Fight Championship.

Fortunately, at the next moment, the sturdy butcher outside the butcher’s shop came in. He was a Samaritan bodyguard and selling meat was only a side job. The real job was to protect the safety of the Samaritans.

It seems that the Samaritan had intentionally increased the volume before, but it still played a role. Summon came to his bodyguard.

After discovering Zhang Heng, the butcher rushed over with a sharp knife, and the assassin on the other side fell into a fierce ideological struggle. He wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity, but in view of Zhang Heng ’s haunted tracking He does n’t know if he can run away, and the cooperation between him and the one-eyed Samaritan is quite pleasant. The latter has been his liaison for 4 to 5 years, and he is not too good. Okay, just sell the other party.

So the assassin finally gritted his teeth and rushed up.

There is a butcher carrying in front, he can take his best strategy of fighting, and the two men have a certain chance of winning.

On the other hand, the Samaritans were unkind. Seeing the assassin and the butcher wrapped in Zhang Heng, they immediately jumped from the chair, turned their heads, and ran towards the house. He knew how dangerous and hated he was doing business. Naturally, I was prepared early, not only had a butcher and a bodyguard, but also had a secret road hidden under his bed, which could lead directly to the alleys outside.

As a result, half of the Samaritan just stepped into the door, and his right foot hurt.

Zhang Heng directly nailed his feet to the ground with a Persian sword, and opened the mouth and said, “Where do you want to go? Do you have to go in a hurry before answering my question, or stay here for a while?” Right. “

After talking, Zhang Heng blocked the butcher ’s knife with another Persian sword, and then shook his body, letting out the assassin ’s sneak attack. As a result, the assassin was slowed by half a beat because of the movement when retreating. Heng broke his stomach with a sword.

The Samaritan saw that three people were finally fighting together, and wanted to continue to escape, but he tried twice, but he failed to pull out the Persian sword that was inserted in his palm. DC.

On the other hand, the butcher, who had high hopes from him, was also not good. He could have seen the real strength of the Flavie Round Theatre Fighting Champion. If there was not an assassin harassing, it might have been defeated. Not defeated yet, but also in a predicament. It is only a matter of time before losing.

At the same time, the assassin who partnered with him also realized that it was not good, because he had also found that the situation was worse than he thought. Even if the two men joined together, it was obviously not the opponent of the Oriental in front of him, but this time he did n’t want to go anymore. It’s so easy, because Zhang Heng didn’t take much effort to deal with the butcher, and his main focus was on him.

The assassin discovered that it was not a matter of whether he had to go, but whether he could go, because no matter which way he moved, Zhang Heng would leave the sword ahead to block his retreat.

So sweating, the more guilty the assassin could only send out his killing move, only to see that he suddenly dropped his weapon, and then took a step back, raising his hand, “I surrender!”

So Zhang Heng’s next sword also stopped in front of his nose, and the Samaritan on the other side was crying. He just pulled out the Persian sword that was stuck in his foot. When he came out and heard the assassin ’s words, he could n’t help but yell, “You surrendered a little earlier, I do n’t have to work so hard to pull the sword!”

Afterwards he looked towards the butcher shouted at the latter, “No fight, no fight, no fight, but we also surrender, this time admit defeat.”

Butcher hearing this hesitated, and finally lost the sharp knife in his hand.

Zhang Heng did not mean to kill to the last one. He took another Persian sword from the Samaritans, and the latter asked the butcher to find the bandage for bandaging. The wound on the foot was tangled up. The Samaritan was really stricken this time, and was carried back to the chair by the butcher and the assassin. He was still humming all the way.

“You want to know who contacted me for this order? I’m afraid I will disappoint you, because I don’t know the person who contacted me, it’s a face, not the person here.”

“and then?”

“Then … it’s gone.” The Samaritans looked a little innocent. “It shouldn’t have been all sorts of questions in our business. I negotiated the price with him and collected money. We didn’t talk much. , I do n’t even know how he came to the door. By the way, he also specifically told me to kill things as much as possible after killing you. You may be able to use this to infer that local forces are not going to kill you. . “

“Don’t force me to put a sword on your left foot,” Zhang Heng warned. “I have a way to test if you are lying. If only this news is there, why did you escape so much?”

A touch of tangled color appeared on the Samaritan’s face. After a moment, “Okay, the following is just my guess. Although he hides well, there are still some small habits that betrayed him. I feel that he Much like the guards, I always feel that the water inside is very mixed. A nobody like me does not want to be involved in any political events. “

“Then you took this order?”

“Because the other party’s money is really too much,” the Samaritan said honestly.

“Your hunch is right. For your safety, it is best not to tell others about you and me.” Zhang Heng indifferently said, “Also, find someone to paint me the portrait. “