48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng didn't do a hard hand, he just knocked the target out, and then he stood by Han Lu Dao, “Go. ”

Han Lu, this is the first time I woke up.

She found out that every time she made contact with Zhang Heng, she thought she knew each other better. However, in the end, Zhang Heng always proved that what she called understanding was always just the tip of the iceberg.

There are too many secrets in front of this man.

Every time Han Lu peeps into a secret, there are more secrets waiting for her in the back. Han Lu even wonders if anyone in the world can really fully understand Zhang Heng.

The hotel floor was not quite high and the two of them arrived downstairs very quickly.

Still the side door, Zhang Hengxian solved the three people guarding the door.

If the previous battle happened too quickly and Han Lu hadn't seen it too clearly, this time she finally saw how Zhang Heng did it.

Zhang Hengxian approached a target by diving. The target's position was relatively close. Half his body remained in the corridor, and his two companions were slightly distant from each other. Zhang Hengxian circled behind the target while his eyes turned to the other side. The whole process was silent.

Quiet as a Persian cat stepping on the carpet.

As soon as he approached the target, he reached out and covered his mouth, dragged the target into the hallway and passed out.

Then Zhang Heng deliberately made a little noise and attracted the other two people. When they turned around the corner, they only saw their companions lying on the ground. They suddenly got nervous, raised their weapons and faced the stairwell opposite them, but they didn't know, the danger came from outside their sight.

The drama that followed was exactly as it was on the stairs.

Zhang Heng solved another person, the remaining person found out where he was, wanted to suppress him with close combat ability, and there was indeed a considerable gap in close combat ability between the two sides, except that the dominant party was Zhang Heng.

When the three guards were defeated, Zhang Heng left the hotel with Han Lu smoothly.

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“How do we get off this island?” Han Lu asked when the two of them came to a somewhat safer place.

“Airport.”

“Airport? But there are very few flights with the island, all during the day.” Han Lu is confused, "and now it's raining heavily, even if there are flights can't fly. ”

“Don't worry about the storm, it'll stop when we find the plane.” Zhang Hengdao.

Han Lu doesn't know how Zhang Heng found the plane, because she has also turned on her phone to search before, and the results show that there are no flights in the next two days. In fact, in the next week, there is only one flight to Ishigaki Island, three days later.

But Han Lu didn't think they could wait until then.

It's not that big of an island, even if they escape from the hotel, and Zhang Heng can use wild ingredients to solve the problem of eating, but as long as the militia decides to search the island, they basically have nowhere to hide.

So the more realistic way to get off the island is by boat, and the fastest stop is of course Taiwan Province, which is next door, but I'm sure the docks are now heavily guarded by militia soldiers, and besides visa problems, there is a possibility that those monsters who live underwater will come across the sea again.

The facts also prove Han Lu's view that there is no one on this side of the airport, and the terminal hall is all dark, so the Self-Defense Forces do not have too many personnel.

Zhang Heng overturned the peripheral wire fence and caught Hanlu jumping.

The latter is now wearing Zhang Heng's raincoat, but due to the heavy rainfall, her hair is still wet and the rain drips down the floor along the sleeves and hem of the raincoat. Han Lu rubbed the rain on his face and looked around and asked, "What are we going to do? ”

Zhang Heng pointed to a private plane in the distance, “Let's go in that one. ”

Han Lu was confused, "But where do we find the pilot? ”

Then she listened to Zhang Hengdao, "It's okay, I'll drive. ”

“You have a flight license? ”

“There was, but only in the last century, and I guess it's long gone, but don't worry, I've flown a lot of planes, and the internal control systems are pretty much the same, and I'll send us back safely.” Zhang Hengdao, after which he looked at the watch again.

It's close to zero.

Zhang Heng did not stop any longer. He opened the door of the aircraft with a tape pin and then climbed into the driver's seat. Han Lu sat in the co-pilot's position. Zhang Heng fastened his seat belt. Zhang Heng's luck was good. A spare key was hung in the lower left corner of the cockpit.

Zhang Heng did not make a big deal out of it. The control system of private aircraft is much simpler than that of fighters. Even after decades, the various dashboards and key switches have not changed much.

The manipulation systems that seem so big in the eyes of ordinary people are not complicated in Zhang Heng's eyes.

He was skilled at conducting various checks, turning on the main electric gate and navigation lights, allowing the fuel pump to start filling, waiting three seconds for the throttle to be loaded, then turning the key, and immediately after Han Lu heard the engine roar.

Han Lu couldn't believe his eyes.

She looked at Zhang Heng, who was opening the electronic door and controlling the plane to glide on the runway, and thought for a long time, "Does your mother know you can fly? ”

“You know her, if she knew I could fly a plane, it would haunt me to take her around, maybe I should take her to the North Pole to see the aurora or something.” Zhang Heng said as he kept letting the plane speed up on the runway, "so please keep this a secret. ”

At that time, militia personnel at the airport also discovered a private plane running on the runway.

It is also obviously hard for them to believe that Zhang Heng and Han Lu can actually fly directly off the island and take off in such harsh weather.

At this moment, as if the wind and lightning in the sky would never stop, the storm smashed the windshield of the private aircraft, Zhang Heng slowly pulled the aircraft up in this environment, leaving the ground, because the air turbulence, in the beginning, Zhang Heng had to carefully control the plane in the air to maintain balance, which made them look like they were shaking, and let Han Lu's heart mention the voice eyes.

But soon, as Zhang Heng had previously predicted, this seemingly violent storm suddenly stopped, as if someone had pressed the pause button, all the whistling winds were gone, the clouds over his head spread, the night sky was calm again, and Zhang Heng had flown a private plane over the island with that country.