48 Hours a Day

The assassin obviously didn't expect to fail, and under the circumstances that he had planned for so long, it was good to know that he was not one of the newcomers, knowing that it was not a success now, although Marcus, who was traveling with Zhang Heng, did not know where he had been crowded at this time.

But Zhang Heng's identity alone as the Flavi Circular Theatre Champion made the assassin realize that he had no chance of winning the frontal battle, so he didn't hesitate and turned his head and ran as soon as he couldn't hit him.

He is still quite confident in his ability to dive, and almost every assassin has worked hard to dive, not only to approach the target quietly, but also to cope with the current situation.

And while the assassin was running and creating more chaos in the crowd, he pushed this or kicked it from time to time. He picked the kind of guy who looked like he had a bad temper. The fire was so stimulated by him that he immediately came up, but the assassin's little tactics were hidden. They couldn't find the original fighter and had to sprinkle the fire on the surrounding people, so quickly there were a lot of twisted people in the crowd, and the scene became even more chaotic.

The assassin turned his head and found that Zhang Heng had not caught up, but stood still and looked at him quietly, which also relieved him a little.

However, he did not relax his guard and stopped. After disengaging from the crowd, he stuck his head in a nearby alley. He passed through four alleys in one breath, which slowed him down slightly. Then he quickly changed his clothes and walked out of the alley, pretending to be a picked customer in front of a stall, while watching the movement around him, making sure there were no more suspicious people around him before standing up.

What he didn't notice, however, was that on the other roof, a pair of eyes were measuring him.

Zhang Heng didn't rush to do it, because the guy below is obviously just an employed professional assassin. He knows only a few things, but don't worry, his level is pretty good, and he is presumably top notch among the assassins.

In terms of the assassin's skills alone, Zhang Heng is a little more powerful than today's. Of course, the potential of the two is not comparable. Zhang Heng's master is an old Persian trainer. Zhang Heng is one of the best assassins in the world. Zhang Heng just hasn't fully digested and mastered what Dadatis has given him. However, his advantage is not only the assassin's skills, but he also carries [the heart of Kreis] with him. This thing works well in tracking, and it hardly makes any noise.

Zhang Heng hung himself behind the assassin and wanted to see who he was going to contact next.

The other party had been prepared for such a long period of time, but had failed in the end, and obviously needed to give an account to the employer.

As a result, Zhang Heng saw the assassin walk into a laundry shop. Zhang Heng knew that it belonged to a small group of forces. The other party also joined the coalition of anti-patrols and was a more aggressive party, advocating the use of violent means to curb the development of the patrol.

However, Zhang Hengmei did not do much. After that, he waited for about a minute for the assassin to come out of the room. He was also personally sent out by the boss of the small forces, and Zhang Hengmei and other targets walked a considerable distance before catching up again.

If it was someone else, they might have been deceived by that hand, thinking that the mastermind behind the assassination was the owner of the laundry shop, but Zhang Henghao was at least half his colleague, and learned about the working patterns of assassins in Rome from old Persian trainers.

Abandoning the uninvited, the assassins generally have a contact person who can help them solicit business, negotiate prices with the employer, and then the contact informs the assassin under his/her control of the target, who can then split a portion of the assassin's remuneration as his/her own remuneration after completing the task, at a rate of about one to two percent.

This is done to protect the employer, even if the assassin who carried out the mission was caught by mistake, who was the mastermind behind the scenes, and to protect the assassin and prevent the employer from killing him after using up the assassin.

And the guy who dared to do it to him was good. Obviously, it wasn't random fish shrimp. It didn't make sense to contact the employer personally, and it was after he missed.

So Zhang Heng also showed great patience and wandered around with his target for almost half an hour before the assassin walked into a butcher shop.

The owner of the butcher apparently knew him, saw him come and didn't ask him what he was buying, confirmed that there was no suspicious person behind him, then opened the side door and let him walk in, until the assassin walked into the backyard, which took off all his guard and vigilance, and complained, "What job are you taking me? ”

There's a blind Samaritan shaking a bag of gold coins, listening to the wonderful voices coming from it, and he looks up and says, "Champion of the Flavi Circular Theatre, didn't you say there's nothing wrong with that? I want 300 gold coins across the street. You can probably retire when it's done, and I can make a fortune, so tell me you've done your job!” The Samaritan's one-eyed enthusiasm.

“Unfortunately, what I brought you this time was bad news, and I missed.” The assassin shook his head.

“How is it possible that you are the best assassin under my command, and didn't you say that the gladiator champion or something is just positively capable of fighting and makes no difference to ordinary people in front of you?!” Samaritan seems to have some difficulty in accepting this nightmare.

“I don't know, I don't know how he escaped my inevitable knife, and then he took the dagger from my hand, which made me feel bad," the assassin hesitated, "I seem to smell something of the same from him. ”

“What, are you from a distant and mysterious East too?” The One-Eyed Samaritan asked.

“I'm not talking about history, I'm talking about a moment when I think he's an assassin too. ”

“You think he's an assassin too? And leave the good assassin behind to be a gladiator?” Samaritan glared at the one-eyed.

“I know this sounds a little unbelievable, forget it... maybe it's my illusion.” Assassin said, “and I dumped him when I got back, before I showed him the show. ”

As a result, before his voice fell, he saw Samaritan's one-eyed gaze even more round, as if he had seen a ghost.

So the assassin turned around and looked at the past with his eyes and saw Zhang Heng standing beside the wall.

“I hear you seem to be talking about me, and I happen to have a few questions to ask, so please forgive me for not asking. ”