I Have 48 Hours a Day

The agreed place of transaction was outside a slaughterhouse.

There was an unpleasant smell in the surrounding air.

Zhang Heng stopped the black public, not far away from them, and four men were playing around a small table, playing a finger chop game.

The rule of this gambling game is simply to place the player's palm on the table, hold the knife in the other hand, point the knife downward, and quickly poke the gap between the fingers. Who moves fastest? Is the final winner.

The whole process is very sand sculptured, but participating in the game is often considered a symbol of courage and courage.

Four people were playing, as if no one had come at all.

"Twenty minutes before ... the agreed time, what shall we do, should we wait in the car, or shall I go down and tell them?"

"No need to bother." Zhang Heng said indifferently, turning on the headlights directly.

The brightly lit four could no longer play the game, and stood up from the chair for a moment, grabbing their arms and scolding them.

The chemistry teacher opened his mouth wide. "Well, isn't that rude?"

"Have you ever seen the robbers and villains when they were polite?" Zhang Hengdao said, "The four people sitting here made it clear that they would give us a kick off. They know you are ordinary people, and I bet you do n’t get off the car. They wo n’t get up, you just go to them and they just do n’t hear it. This is how they do things. This way you get nervous, the more you fear that the next negotiation will be better for them. ”

The little boy also said at this time, "Is this the trading place they asked for? The closest camera to this place is also a kilometer away. With the current visibility, that camera can't shoot anything at all, in other words, they occupy here Absolute initiative. "

The chemistry teacher was embarrassed. "We were supposed to trade under the bridge where you picked me up, but then the person in charge answered the phone and said that their boss asked that they must trade on their site, otherwise they would fail. , I also know that this is not good, but the person in charge of this transaction assured me that it would be safe ... "

"It's just an old-fashioned way to sing red face and white face." Zhang Hengdao, "But it's not completely a bad thing to not have a camera. When I see my gestures, I get out of the car."

"Huh?" The chemistry teacher didn't understand what was going on, Zhang Heng had pushed the door and walked down.

"Is your kid a driver? Is the light so bright that you're looking for death?" The man in the front with tattoos on his face, not even a face, said fiercely, "Do you know who this is? . "

"Two hundred years have passed. You guys still haven't made much progress. You can only rely on people and poor makeup to pretend to be tough. It's really disappointing," Zhang Heng said calmly. "Since this, today I Let you see what is really evil. "

"What **** are you talking about ?! I'm really impatient." The guy covered in ghosts and running out of his hand said, grabbing at Zhang Heng's collar.

"What to do?" The chemistry teacher in the car was anxious like an ant on a hot pot at the moment. "Why did you start it suddenly? There must be some misunderstanding here. They may not know what we are doing, I'll go down and talk to them. "

The little boy reached out and held the chemistry teacher's shoulder. "You heard what the guy said before getting out of the car. Leave it to him to handle it. Just wait for the signal in the car."

That being said, the little boy's eyes clearly flashed anxiety.

However, the next moment she saw the tattooed man suddenly kneeling down on the ground, covering his neck, and his face turned red, like a fish leaving the water, trying hard to open his mouth, but could not breathe any air.

The remaining three glanced at each other, all seeing shock in each other's eyes.

Zhang Heng shook his hand, "Are you going together?"

Unlike the previous quick battle against casino thugs, this time Zhang Heng not only has to solve the four guys in front of him, but also tries to hurt them as much as possible, making them feel fear.

Just now, his punch directly hit the tattooed man's trachea, allowing the latter to experience the thrill of suffocating the edges. Now the tragic appearance of the tattooed man has obviously affected his three companions, but this group of Albanians For the fearless quality, cowardly can't survive in this cruel and dark environment.

Therefore, the three of them just stung slightly, and rushed over immediately. One of them slammed the hook of the pork and hit Zhang Heng's head, but before reaching the target, their wrists were first raised out of nowhere. The knife that came came in a pair.

Zhang Heng pulled out the newly bought knife, and brought out a string of blood, and said to the unlucky ghost, "Find the hospital for treatment in twenty minutes, you can leave without disability, you choose."

However, the young man with a wounded wrist not only did not flinch, but was excited with all his blood, released his bleeding wrist, yelled, and rushed up again.

"Courage is commendable, unfortunately a fool. After disability, do you think you can still mix here?" Zhang Heng said as he smashed the nose of a guy who sneaked in behind him with his elbow. There is no virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, and showing courtesy to the disabled. "

The last person, Zhang Heng chose to break the other leg and let him mourn on the ground. At this time, the **** guy rushed up again. Zhang Heng stood still and did not move until the opponent had rushed to him. In front of him, Zhang Heng turned to his side, easily passed the attack without any threat, and then severely pressed the guy's belly with his knee.

This time ~ www.readwn.com ~ The world finally quieted again.

Zhang Heng put away the folding knife in his hand, walked in front of the tattooed man who was put first, grabbed his hair, dragged him three meters away on the ground, and came to play with the four people before In front of the small table, the latter's head was resting on the table, and the other hand grabbed the knife inserted on the table.

"Which eye do you prefer, left or right?"

The latter could no longer maintain the image of the previous tough guy, tears and snot burst out together, leaving only the most primitive and instinctive fear of human beings in his mind.

Until the next moment a sound sounded.

"enough."

An old man dressed in a leather apron, dressed like a butcher, but with a carefully trimmed beard and hair, came out of the slaughterhouse, pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the blood on his hand. "Sorry, Forgive me for not always having a good memory, this friend, have we met before? "

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