48 Hours a Day

When Zhang Heng observed the whereabouts of Jin Takasu on the roof of the town house, the general manager Okita below could not actually rest much longer, because the rest of the sins in the tea house followed him closely.

General Okita's spine leaned against the wall, only to catch a slight breath, and then turned over into the battle. The machete in his hand made a gentle whistle, welcoming a new wave of blood baptism.

Zhang Heng jumped off the roof and stabbed him right. He chopped up two more people in one breath and helped Okuda unravel the perimeter, while telling him what he saw from above.

“What do we do, we split up?” Director Okita asked.

“No, I already know which team Jinzhou Takasu is on.” Zhang Hengdao.

Although at this distance, we can't see the faces of the two teams at night, however, no matter what happens, Hanjiro Nakamura's bodyguard will definitely not leave Jin Takasu, and his individual is taller than ordinary people, so Zhang Heng can quickly determine the position of Jin Takasu.

“Great, we're on our way!” In addition to the spicy eyes of Okita, who knew that sweat had flowed in, he felt like something had clogged his voice in his eyes. Some of it was painful, so he coughed loudly twice.

On this night of bloodshed and fire, Director Okuda did not notice the bloody smell in his mouth.

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Jinzhou Takasu must admit that this time he underestimated the guys of the new selection group, not just the other party's amazing fighting power, but most importantly, he misunderstood Zhang Heng's identity, thinking that the latter was also the agent of the new selection group, otherwise it would be difficult to explain where his martial arts came from, and why the people in the tea house killed the new selection group as soon as they started against him.

The French businessman was also in the fleeing team. He changed clothes with a warrior from the Changzhou clan, but the other party's feathers appeared funny on him. Especially since the size of the two was quite different, the French businessman could only wear the clothes at best. He was helpless to wipe the sweat on his forehead while running.

He brought the person, the translator who had been working with him before became acutely ill, staying in Osaka could not come. This was an emergency situation. In theory, it was not possible for the new selection team to arrange personnel to lurk beside him in advance. Not to mention Gabriel's caution. He also observed for some time before hiring Zhang Heng. He saw that Zhang Heng had also talked to other Western businessmen about the work before choosing him. He was only trying to use Zhang Heng as a one-time tool. He had no idea that it would have such catastrophic consequences.

Anyway, whether it's Jin Takasu or Gabrielle, both of them now basically believe that Zhang Heng is from the newly selected group, or at least from the shogun side, even if their imagination is 10,000 times richer, they probably can't guess that Zhang Heng came tonight just for a knife.

Jin Takasu was the earliest to run because of his unique identity. When Director Okita was outside at the registration number, he was ready to evacuate regardless of whether or not the newly selected group of followers had really returned. However, his body was a big problem. He had walked into the house before to talk about Gabriel's laughter, which seemed to be fine, but now that he ran, he could no longer cover it up, only a few steps later began to gasp.

However, Jinzhou Takasu then rejected the proposal of others to help him. He bit his teeth and insisted on running out a distance. One of his feet fell directly on the ground. His arms and palms were rubbed to the skin, his blood was direct. He looked a little wolfish. No one expected to face the longgun cannon of the Shogun fleet a year ago and talk about laughing at the fact that the warrior generation had fallen to this stage.

None of the people who watched this scene could help themselves to the last four words of the hero.

Hanjiro Nakamura's face revealed a rare and worrisome glimmer. To the samurai of a Changzhou clan beside him, "We need to find a sedan. ”

Gion Garden is a famous wind and moon place in Kyoto. It is lively every night. There are also many dignitaries who come and go. The sedan is not difficult to find. However, in order to confuse each other, the group decided to split the two ways. It was Jin Takasu who did not choose to leave by car.

But now that his physical strength has clearly reached its limit, it makes no sense to cling to exposure, otherwise at their current rate, the other party can even kill the other team and turn back to them.

But at this point, someone else was lucky enough to say, “Are those two guys already killed by our guys? ”

Hanjiro Nakamura turned to look in the direction of Rikkichi and shook his head, "If those two are dead, someone should have fired them. ”

But the reality is that the fire in the teahouse is getting bigger and bigger, and it even shook up a few houses next door.

Two samurai swords forced a drunken public on the road to roll down the sedan, and then together they framed Jin Takasu, who looked a little bad.

“Get out of here now!” Hanjiro Nakamura told the sedan.

His tall body was unusual to ordinary people, and the momentum on his body made the sedans dare not resist at all. He lifted the sedan and ran away in the direction he commanded. Hanjiro Nakamura was preparing to follow him together, but the next moment he suddenly stopped, turned around and saw the teenager who appeared on the other side of the street.

The latter looked terrible, with several knife wounds all over his arms and legs, his feathers almost soaked in blood and sticking to his chest, yet his eyes were bright as if they were going to burn.

“Keep up, my lord. I'll take care of this.” Hanjiro Nakamura silenced the rest of humanity around him.

Several inverted samurai, including Takeuchi, glanced at each other and said nothing. They immediately turned to chase the sedan of Jin Takasu.

Hanjiro Nakamura was just standing alone in the middle of the street, but was like a tiger dragon tray with thousands of army horses.

He raised his head and spoke the same tone, "Director Okuda? ”

“Oh.” Okita responded, pulling out the knife in his waist, because he killed too many people tonight, even the sheath was full of blood, and the blood beads dripped down along the tip of the knife, staining his handsome face with killing intentions, “Whoever you are, stops me tonight! ”

“Depends on whether you're alive or not.” Hanjiro Nakamura was apathetic when he heard the rumors, and his right palm finally moved towards the number of pearls in the waist.

But just then, he had a voice on the roof in front of him right, “You're up against me tonight. ”

Then Zhang Heng turned his head again to hedge President Okita. “Go after Jinzhou Takasu and give him to me. The cooperation we discussed before is complete. ”