48 Hours a Day

Wendy finally heard the long-awaited shooting, but the imaginary fierce battle did not take place and the shooting ended less than a minute later.

After that, calm returned to Wendy's heart, wondering which side the final winner was.

Until someone knocked on her door and Wendyton got nervous again, she weighed around and finally grabbed the fruit knife on the table.

“I hope you won't stab me when I get in.” Zhang Heng's voice came from outside.

Wendy was relieved, but instead of opening the door immediately, she asked, "Are you alone out there? ”

“You can look under the door. ”

Wendy really fell down and saw only a pair of shoes outside through the door.

She opened the door, but hid the knife behind her.

“It's over.” Zhang Hengdao outside the door, handed Wendy a revolver at the same time, "I killed the others, grabbed the guy who faked the sheriff, and was about to interrogate him. In the meantime, please keep an eye on the boss below. We don't know what the relationship is between these people and the people in town for the time being, and we don't know if they have any partners, so it's always right to be cautious. ”

“You want to interrogate him, can I listen outside?” Wendy asked.

“No, the interrogation will probably be somewhat inappropriate.” Zhang Hengdao, “you'd better wait outside. I'll tell you when I find something. ”

Zhang Heng did not wait for Wendy to react and turned around and closed the door.

Wendy walked out of the room and saw the blood trail downstairs, but the body had been dragged into the kitchen by Zhang Heng, but she couldn't see it. Wendy moved a chair and sat in front of the owner, who had been completely paralyzed. In fact, she didn't have to watch. The latter had just seen two people die in front of herself. One of them had his head blown up and the plasma spilled on his face. His legs had long gone soft and he couldn't run away.

But Wendy decided to do something, waved the revolver in her hand, and frightened each other again, "Be honest, if you dare to move, I'll kill you. I'm a good shot. ”

About 20 minutes later, a gunshot was fired from the second floor, after which Zhang Heng walked out of the house.

“What do you say?” Wendy, stand up. "Got word from my father? ”

“Well, it's basically clear, but I'm going to save people first, and I'll explain later.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Help, where? ”

“The church, where the missing peasants are, has four guards. ”

“Is my father there, too? ”

“No, your father is not in town, but he should be safe for now. ”

Before Zhang Heng left, he added, “After I left, you shut the hotel door, don't let anyone else near you, and don't trust the people in town. ”

“Okay.” Wendy nodded.

Zhang Heng left the hotel in a hurry with a bag containing a weapon.

Wendy watched as his figure disappeared into the night and turned around and found the innkeeper's face pale and mumbling in his mouth, "It's over, it's over. ”

“What's over?” Wendy asked.

The boss was indifferent when he heard the words, but muttered, "We're all going to hell. ”

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Zhang Heng did not run to the church at the first time, but first went to the grocery store where he had been during the day, and directly smashed the door in. Three hunting guns and five revolvers on the shelf were also stuffed in his weapons bag, and he also took some ammunition. The grocery store's planks heard movement coming down the stairs, and he was wearing pajamas.

Seeing Zhang Heng stunned, he was still a little unconscious. What happened? "What are you... doing? ”

“I'll lend you something and give it back when I'm done.” Zhang Heng put the last box of bullets in and picked up the bag.

Boss, this is how he reacts. He glances at me, “Are you trying to rob me? In our town? Aren't you afraid of being arrested by the sheriff? ”

“The sheriff of Bliss is long dead, and he's dead in your hands, and I don't think I have to worry about him anymore, and if you're talking about that fake, I don't think he'll have a problem with that either.” Zhang Hengdao.

After that, he kicked directly into the grocery store, placed the bag of weapons and ammunition on the radish, and then went straight to the church.

Near the church, Zhang Heng jumped off the horse.

Now he has not learned to shoot while riding, but he has had a much better balance than the average person with experience of drifting at sea. It is only a matter of time before he has mastered this technique, however, that he still has to get off the horse to fight.

The church doors are closed and there is a faint light in them.

Zhang Heng walked to the door, sticking to the door, fired a shot at the sky. Half a minute later, the door was opened, and a barrel was stretched out. He turned left and right. No one was seen. So his master, a one-eyed gunman, poked his head out carefully.

Zhang Heng shot the bastard directly.

Then the left hand pulled out the revolver pistol in the waist and swung past the gap. He took the same strategy as before, first smashing the kerosene lamp, putting the church in the dark, then using the light of the [filter lens] to compensate, not too slowly solved all three of the shooters inside.

Until Zhang Heng put away the [filter lens] and lit the kerosene lamp again, reflecting a faint face, most of them black, and a girl with an untidy shirt crying at the corner of the wall.

Zhang Heng took off his coat and covered herself. His eyes eventually fell on the side of the sermon table, on a strong man, the latter should be the head of this group of people, because when Zhang Heng walked in, many people panicked and looked at him, obviously he was used to letting him take the idea.

“How many of you?” Zhang Heng asked.

“Twenty on the first floor and thirty on the second, although the vast majority of them were women and children, who killed half of the men.” That robust black man, his eyes flashed with anger.

“Okay, pick someone who can fight, men and women alike.” Zhang Heng threw the sack loaded with guns and bullets on the ground, pointing to the body on the ground again, "Armed, the sooner the better, we leave here in five minutes. ”

“Sir, are you a local bailiff?” Someone asked with hope.

“No, I'm just a passerby.” Zhang Heng answered, pulling down his hat.