48 Hours a Day

The sandbag man finally realized what Zhang Heng had meant earlier by "you'll appreciate a few more laps of adhesive tape".

When Zhang Heng turned to guard for just half a minute after the attack, the sandbag man did not know how many knives had been hit, but later he had given up the attack and tried to defend himself fully, yet he was constantly stabbed.

The steak knife in Zhang Heng's hand was a ghost attack. The sandbag man had no way of predicting its fall and trajectory.

Fortunately, the blade was wrapped in adhesive tape ahead of time without seeing blood, but bruising was indispensable and the pain was strong.

The sandbag man finally knelt on the ground and gasped heavily.

When Zhang Heng walked up again, he reached out quickly and shouted in Chinese, "Stop! I admit I lost. ”

Zhang Heng was not surprised by this. He had actually guessed the identity of some sandbag men since the other party had not spoken before. Until now, he shouted out Chinese, which is tantamount to recognizing himself as a player.

“Do you know where Edward is? ”

“Yes, I have been with him for the past two months or more, taking care of him.” Sandbag man, greedy breath of air, barely stood up, "but the guy was troublesome, demanding and difficult to serve. ”

“What's your name?” Zhang Heng reached out.

“My name is Torres in the copy, but you can call me Iron Fist.” Iron Fist and Zhang Heng shook his hand, and the pain on his body made him shake for a while.

Zhang Heng did not ask why Tekken had to provoke him before. The other party's mind Zhang Heng was actually very clear. Although the players in the same camp were in a cooperative relationship, there must be a second time. Tekken wanted to win enough voice for himself in the next cooperation in his best way.

However, I didn't expect to kick the iron plate this time. Zhang Heng also compared his hand to the man with the earrings. Unfortunately, his amateur fighter does not seem to be an opponent of the man with the earrings from the police system in terms of combat power alone.

“Have you seen any other players with Edward? ”

Iron Fist shook his head, "This copy doesn't seem to meet the players in the early stages, you are the first ones to arrive after sending the email. ”

“How many people have you emailed?” Zhang Heng asked.

“Only two emails were sent from the monastic address, because Edward left the code there that only Leah could solve, but he also contacted three other people, a reporter for Le Monde, an editor-in-chief of a web forum, and a very famous documentary director, who Edward chose to expose the black nest that he thought was most trustworthy during that time. ”

The Iron Fist was over, “But we were actually not doing very well during this time, and the Blacknest people didn't know how to get word of Edward in Toulouse, they sent a lot of men, and a guy named Vincent came as their operational commander, and we had to be very careful. Just two weeks ago, Edward's house was raided by a group of unidentified armed men, but it was good that we evacuated five minutes earlier. ”

“What were you guys talking about?” Léa curious beside her.

“We're lucky to finally find the right man this time.” Zhang Hengdao.

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An hour later, 01 people and Rhea followed Iron Fist to the hardware store opposite the boxing training hall. Zhang Heng temporarily acted as a translator for both sides.

“This is also Mr. Gilm's shop. Oh, Mr. Gilm was the owner of the previous boxing training ground. He was a very famous boxer when he was younger. He turned around a lot of money and bought some industries while the price of the Toulouse room was cheap, but his favorite was the boxing training ground. ”

“What is Mr. Gilm's relationship with Edward? Why take such a big risk to help you.” The little boy asked.

“Mr. Gilm had nothing to do with us, but he and Blacknest had been connected earlier in the year. His son was a loyal fan of Blacknest, and he would collect basically every single product of Blacknest, but then his family was tragically killed in a car accident together. The automated driving system used by his car was provided by Blacknest. Mr. Gilm believed that it was this automated driving system that caused the accident, so he sued Blacknest. ”

“How did it go? ”

“The Black Nest won, and they provided a series of data and experimental results to prove that the automated driving system was safe and reliable, but then Edward couldn't get used to it and discovered the flaws in the automated driving system and anonymously sent it to the court, so Mr. Gilm won in the second trial and received a payment, although he himself still hated the Black Nest, and because of the scepticism that it had about all the high-tech products, he hoped someone would stop the Black Nest from launching the CTOS system. ”

“Ha.” Philip looked over the camera.

“Don't worry, this camera is not connected and Edward uses it to monitor the outside world.” Iron Fist explained.

The hardware store was closed by now, but Iron Fist had the key on the door, opened the door, and said to the camera in English, "Edward, we're going in. ”

After saying this, he pushed the door into the store and turned his back to Reya, “He really cares about you, he has mentioned your name to me a lot before, he is most worried about the black nest against you, so it is good that you can get there safely. ”

This time, however, Zhang Heng did not translate his words. Instead, he frowned and looked at the pitch-black hardware store. "What's wrong with Edward's body? ”

“Hmm?”

“Edward left the clue address as a garden, not only because the garden was Mr. Gilm's property, but also because he could observe the movement from the training hall here, in other words, he should have seen his sister a long time ago, so why hasn't he come down yet? ”

“Are you doubting me?” Iron Fist picked out his eyebrows, he didn't say anything, he just proved his innocence with practical action, he walked up to the top loft, knocked on the door, but there was no sound coming from inside.

And this time the iron fist changed, “Is he sleeping? ”

The iron fist pushed gently and opened the door, but the next moment a little red dot appeared on his forehead.

“Careful.” Zhang Heng's words didn't go down, and he saw the forehead of Iron Fist leaning backwards, and then his whole body fell on the floor helplessly, while spraying on Zhang Heng's collar with a warm liquid.

“There's a sniper, find shelter.” Zhang Heng sank his voice while quickly sweeping the view of the room, he saw a messy writing desk, a folding bed, and an IKEA telescope in front of the window, facing the boxing training ground, but there was no one in the room.