48 Hours a Day

With a knife in his hand, Zhang Heng also officially opened the killing mode.

This feeling is like returning to the evening of the bloody battle at the end of Kyoto, with endless enemies on all sides, like the tide.

On a knife basis, these motorcyclists are certainly no better than the knights of the downright faction. They are not moving. Almost all their bodies are shattered and there is a lack of cooperation between them. Basically, they are holding on to one another.

But they also have their advantages, especially in terms of weapons, where heat weapons are ineffective but melee weapons of all kinds are diverse, and some of them have undergone mechanical prosthetic modifications.

Zhang Heng almost suffered a small loss at first. He saw someone punch him in the back. He didn't pay too much attention to it. He first chopped the other guy with the electric shock stick and then turned around to deal with that punch. As a result, one knife was cut on the other's fist, but it was a shooting from Mars. The fist owner's face showed no pain at all.

Instead, Zhang Heng himself almost didn't hold the knife in his hand because of the powerful countershock force. Although this knife didn't hurt each other, it also changed the trajectory of some of the fists, allowing that fist to rub Zhang Heng's body past, and eventually hit the wall of the grocery store.

The walls were torn apart by this punch, and the dust spread like a powder rain.

The person who punched flashed a fierce color in his eyes. He had to hit Zhang Heng again when he lifted his fist. But Zhang Heng had already taken care of him this time. Of course, he would not give him any more opportunities. His fist only swung less than half. Zhang Heng had already taken the first step to greet him and cut off his head.

That head rolled right to Old Geng's side and scared both the latter and the hamster in the latter's hand.

As a result, the old man's fear had not yet passed. His collar was suddenly dragged by a hand, and he was about to be dragged out of the counter. Luckily, Zhang Heng on the other side was also following the situation. On the one hand, he and his new opponents were entangled, and his other hand was fired, killing the guy who wanted to touch the fish with water.

As the latter's body knocked on the counter, Old Geng's body slid back behind the counter, while Zhang Heng's knife crossed a strange arc in the air, bypassing an enemy in a defensive posture in front of him and stabbing him directly through the chest of his companion.

The motorcycle party's witnessing move also paused. They obviously didn't expect Zhang Heng not only to have good shooting skills, but also so fierce knife skills. However, the winking kung fu has added three more dead souls to the other party's knife.

But the group also apparently knew that there was not much time left for them, and they just gasped and continued to flush up on their scalps.

Looking at them, it looks like they're going to rob the old man tonight, even if it's filled in with human life.

Therefore, Zhang Heng's pressure gradually increased. For the time being, there was nothing much wrong with his side. The main trouble was to reconcile the old man on the other side. Especially after his Lego building blocks of pistol had also been shot out of bullets, Zhang Heng could no longer be supported in isolation. He could only plug the empty gun back into the waist room and robbed another knife, instead of using a two-knife flow technique, which barely protected two people with a daylight knife.

But even him, it's not easy to maintain such a high frequency of knives and knives, especially when the enemy in front of him doesn't care about casualties at all.

But the good news is that Mr. G's men and horses are moving fast enough. Less than eight minutes have passed, and the actual ruler of this first floor has organized the gathering of nearly a hundred of his men. This speed clearly exceeds the expectations of the motorcycle party across the street, and many people's faces are in despair.

The first to arrive on the battlefield was Miss F, who, as Mr. G's fiancée, did not act like a queen in her deep girlfriend, but more like a general, especially when she used that robotic arm to pull out the sword between her waist and leap into the crowd, as if she were a downhill tiger.

She actually chopped people up faster than Zhang Heng. Although much of this is due to her robot and the alloy sword, and [Hidden Sheath] is not around Zhang Heng now, even then, her performance is amazing enough.

Miss F's appearance also completely defeated the spirit of the motorcycle party. They would have relied on time lag, otherwise they didn't have to wait until old Geng met Mr. G. At this time, old Geng had handed over the information in the briefcase and struck up the deal, which was when all parties had the least vigilance.

At this time, they launched a surprise attack, which was unexpected by everyone, but when they counted everything, they only counted the encounter with Zhang Heng. It took so long not to rob the old man. Instead, Mr. G's men arrived, so now they have no second way but to escape.

Miss F plugged the alloy sword back into her waist. She didn't even look at the escaped guys. She walked straight to old man Zhang Heng and Geng and said, “Are you all right? This happened on our property. This is our negligence, and I apologize on behalf of Mr. G. ”

Zhang Heng also threw the knife in his hand aside and shook his head. “It's okay, we're both fine anyway. ”

Old Geng does not feel that he is fine. He is now surrounded by corpses and blood on his face, but good news is that none of them are his, but he is not physically injured, which does not mean he is not mentally harmed. Especially at the back, the expression on his face is becoming more and more synchronized with the hamster in his arms.

But after all, his brain hasn't really broken, knowing that the two men in front of him were unbeatable killers, so when the two spoke, he kept quiet, didn't interject a word the whole time, and prayed in his heart that Zhang Heng had not accounted for the less polite words he had said before.

Miss F nodded and said no bullshit directly, “It was a medium-sized gang that recently left our control. Most of its members were runaways, and their own minds were a little abnormal. They obviously could not be masterminds, they should have been bought by someone, and they were probably promising to let them leave a space or something, otherwise they wouldn't dare to confront us in the open. Rest assured, none of them will escape. ”

After she paused, her eyes swept through the bodies around her, and obviously there was a surprise in her eyes, but she didn't ask much, just, "I have two sets of clothes for you to change, whether you want to go home or stay on our property. ”