48 Hours a Day

Recently, Zhang Hengzheng was also about the busiest. During the day, he had to deal with the expansion of power. When the gang took over the handcuffs, they were just a small, blind force. But when the new soap came into office, he started provoking the war around like a mad dog. At the most exaggerated time, he provoked the gang with two people on top of them every day. When the soap went to lunch, he almost chopped someone up a knife, so that the patrol who had been waiting long enough to intervene, rescued him, and at the same time took all the people who would retaliate against him for murder.

As a result, at night, someone immediately came to the patrol site, and if it was the previous patrol, it was estimated that it would have had to be released by now, and Alice might have to pay the boss behind the scenes.

But now the patrol concentrates its own families in a room on the top floor, after which all the rest of them are armed, armed and silently guarded behind the gate.

Another moment later, the soap guy who got the news rushed over to greet the guy who was laughing and leading the other side. The guy didn't know what was going on. The group of soaps had pulled out their weapons, and the other patrol door was also wide open. Alice took the man out and clamped back and forth with the soap guy. He cried directly at the team who was forced to face the other side. He threw the weapons on his hands and surrendered on his knees.

This scene is like the night that we copied the previous handcuffs, the number of people across the street, but where have we seen this? The patrol joined forces with the local forces, colluded with them, shaded them for once not enough, and set up a series of dragon services to make them lose even their underwear clean.

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In just two weeks, the power of the soap has expanded sixfold, but this is almost their limit, the power of the soap belongs to the innate deficiency, like a provoked deformity, has revealed its teeth before learning to walk, and begins to hunt, although the patrol cares for the next road through the cut, but now the dividends of the previous period are almost eaten.

Now that basically everyone knows that there is a huge connection between the patrol and the soap, they will naturally be careful to guard against the two sides joining forces, such as the previous one, which sent a wave here, and then sent a wave there, which will hardly ever happen again.

But the soap also takes a little time to digest what he eats, whether it's the ground or the people, he can't even name his own people right now, and naturally he can't talk about cohesion. If it wasn't for his constant salary, and the more he gets, the more people he's estimated to have run away. Besides, he just killed his boss, the ghost knows what the real idea of the people below is.

Therefore, when Zhang Heng decided to give him two weeks of leave to tidy up the interior, the soap difference also relaxed.

Zhang Heng himself had some surprises. Soap performed much better than he thought. Given the latter's previous origins, Zhang Heng thought it would be good if he could expand his power by a factor of two or three, but I didn't expect him to have completed the task in excess.

However, Zhang Heng did not change the plan for this reason either. He had yelled at the group that had previously helped him investigate the Varo enemies and was ready to build a new force. Zhang Heng did not intend to expand the soap for the time being, because their size was close to a medium-sized force, and joined forces with the patrol to start attracting the attention of some people.

So Zhang Heng intends to sneak out the new forces again, this time the patrol will no longer openly help, but the new forces also have advantages.

Zhang Henggang had just finished his first performance after his return at Victor's Arena. The entire observation deck was crowded that day. The owner of Marcruz, a greedy gladiator school, sold half the tickets, causing people to worry that the observation deck full of people would collapse.

Fortunately, the performance was undoubtedly successful in terms of results. Zhang Heng once again proved his popularity as the first gladiator of Rome City, and according to his agreement with Marcruz, he also shared a large sum of money.

In addition to Zhang Heng taking out half of the force used to form the new force, he was prepared to use the threat posed by the mad dog of patrols and soap to pinch some of the small forces directly together and then push his people to the position of boss, and now the prototype of this alliance has begun to form.

Zhang Heng has always been very proportionate, choosing the underlying forces, try not to alarm the people above, and when those major forces react, they will find that their underlying ecology has been turned upside down all day.

With the money, the patrol also began to recruit horses. Of course, new recruits do not have the official status of patrol members and can only be counted as informants who assist the patrol members in apprehending criminals, although informants can also be incarnate fighters if necessary.

This place is full of poverty and evil, but poverty also has its advantages, and enough people can work for you if they pay for it.

Zhang Heng's plan to integrate forces of both sizes is steadily advancing, but his own focus is not here.

Old Persian trainers have completed all the lessons in two weeks, and Zhang Heng now has an extra LV1 assassin skill.

Of course, this is because he just wrote these things down, fully understood and mastered them and should be able to upgrade to lv2, but this is probably two months from now.

And it's time to say goodbye.

The old Persian trainer said that he had basically taught Zhang Heng everything he could, and he had dragged on for quite some time, and it was time to go on his way to finish what the priestess had entrusted to him.

So after the last night of training, the two said goodbye by the Tiber River, and Zhang Heng deliberately brought a bottle of wine.

The old Persian trainer answered the drink and asked, "How was Conmoord? Has he visited you again? Because of his interest in you, he shouldn't have seen you so long after you took the crown, should he? ”

Zhang Hengyuan shook his head, “It should be the people around him who are stopping him from noticing me again, but that's okay, when I solve the situation here, I'll be back in Conmoor's sight. ”

“Well, get rid of Otrus sooner, and you can be a core member of the Blade of Balance sooner.” Since Zhang Heng said so, the old Persian trainer no longer had any doubts about it, he pulled out the cork of the wine and smelled it, "It's a good wine, worth at least three gold coins. ”

“As long as you like.” Zhang Heng is not short of money right now.

The old Persian trainer then stuffed the muzzle back into the bottle, but sighed, “Do you remember what I said before, the hounds appeared to kill one of us, they had no trace of this time, it was not a good sign, I have been a little confused lately, always felt something big would happen. ”

“Didn't your god tell you the answer?” Zhang Heng questioned.

“Notice your attitude, the priest has told me a lot about things you have no manners or respect for.” The old Persian trainer was dissatisfied.

“Did she tell you about her intention to throw me straight into the river? ”

“Anyway, you're going to be one of us. Try to get along well with your peers. Given the mistrust that other members of the organization have in you, there's nothing you can do but ask her after I leave, and I'll tell you how to contact her.” Old Persian trainer said.

Zhang Heng shrugged, “It's up to you. ”

“I thought I could stay with you for a while longer and arrange everything, but now it looks like you're on your own.” The old Persian trainer sighed again.

“Rest assured, I can handle it. Quit babbling and get on with it. You're too old to walk long.” Zhang Hengdao.

“ ………… ”

“In that case, let's say goodbye here.” The old Persian trainer finally stopped, "I left you a gift, but because of your bad attitude, I decided not to tell you where the gift was, so guess for yourself. ”

The old Persian trainer finished his last sentence and felt much better. Zhang Heng blinked again and jumped into the small boat by the river.