48 Hours a Day

No. 8 has begun to realize that fighting Zhang Heng inside the castle is not a wise decision, I'm afraid.

They've only been here 10 minutes, and they've lost almost half of the people, and while they still dominate in numbers, losing numbers 2 and 3 in a row has created a bad feeling about number 8.

While the operation was supported by two federal police units, it was clear to mind 8 that the two companions around him were the ones who could really rely on him, the emergency response team members at the beginning of Zero, each of whom was an all-encompassing combat genius, far from being comparable to ordinary federal police officers. Even if the two teams were elites in the federal police tonight, they had a limited role to play at this level of engagement and could only play a supporting role, and the three who really decided what the battle was going on were the emergency response teams.

These were judgments made before the 8th, but now he is also a little shaken up. Zhang Heng cleanly resolved his two companions, and no movement came out, as if he were a ghost hidden in the smoke. What I don't understand about the 8th is that even Zhang Heng is equipped with a thermal detector, how can he manage the movement of so many people with such precision, and at the same time, it seems as if he is not affected by the smoke at all.

And he also realized by this time that only the three members of the Emergency Response Team lived to the end, which was not an accident. Compared to Nos. 2 and 3, he had been hit twice before by sniper guns and had to have a discount on both his hands and mobility, so Zhang Heng left him at the end of the day, but the question was, how did the other party clearly identify everyone in the smoke?

Coupled with the previous failures of 6 and 9, which cast doubt on 8 and even on the entire operation tonight, he is now forced to accept the result of the failure.

There was a regression in No. 8's mind, but he had not waited for him to speak, and the next moment the gunshot had sounded again.

This time the statement was no longer a recording. On the 8th, he could hear that the shooting was in their vicinity and was still moving at high speeds. So on the 8th, he immediately started shooting back at the place where the shooting came from. At first, he also felt a little strange, as can be seen from Zhang Heng's previous attacks, the latter's objectives were always clear and secondary.

Theoretically, after the absence of Nos. 2 and 3, the most valuable target should be him, but Zhang Henggang's shot did not come at him, but soon after Nos. 8 came up with something, nerves tightened again.

He already knows what the target of this attack is!

- Thermal detector!

Before entering the castle, they were equipped with three thermal detectors. In a smoky environment, this was equivalent to their eyes. Needless to say, the one on No. 2 had been taken away by Zhang Heng, and there were two left. No, it should be said that only one was left, because Zhang Heng had shot another cop with the thermal detector.

When the 8th plane was shut down, no one would ever pick up the thermal detector again, commanding the rest of the people to keep shooting and retreat out of the castle.

Zhang Heng also did not play any more tricks this time, relying on the excellent vision provided by [Filter Lenses], he traveled quickly in the rain. Each time he raised his hand, pulling the trigger would take away a life, like waving a sickle of death.

By contrast, his opponents can only fight back by feeling and hearing indiscriminately. The only threat to Zhang Heng is No. 8, but Zhang Heng is not too tight because he needs to be careful about stray bullets.

Even so, when number 8 left the castle and counted the people around him, it was found that there were only six people left after the first 30 went in.

No. 8 no longer expects Zhang Heng to be solved by this person, then he orders the remaining six to spread out in search of shelter, while keeping an eye on the entrance to the castle and not letting Zhang Heng come out, while he himself excuses himself to seek support while others quietly run towards the trail outside the castle.

Now the goal of No. 8 has changed from solving Zhang Heng to saving his own life. Shortly after he left, he heard another shooting behind him. The No. 8 did not stop. In his eyes, the federal police were the cannon ashes and consumables of the operation. Zhang Heng could not be surrounded before. It would be nice to delay his escape now.

But the shooting lasted less than two minutes.

The number 8 was somewhat unfortunate, but he also knew that the power gap between the two sides was too wide, and the result was not unexpected, but it also rang the alarm bell for the number 8, allowing him to accelerate again at his original speed, and he even forgot his broken ribs, making the whole man a leopard.

On the other side, Zhang Heng, after resolving the last federal police officer, realized that No. 8 had escaped but was not in much of a hurry. He threw the pistol in his hand, turned back to the second floor, opened the window on the south side, placed Buttrey on top, and aimed at the figure in the distance that was almost turning into a little black spot.

Zhang Heng did not rush to shoot, but adjusted his breath, felt the wind speed and direction again, and then regained his grip on the sniper gun.

At this point, the distance between the two had reached 2,300 meters, exceeding Butler's range, and No. 8 was slightly relieved, slowing down some movement and preparing to run in the direction of the gate.

But at the moment when he turned around and looked behind him, Zhang Heng, 2,300 meters away, finally pulled the trigger in his hand.

The next moment, No. 8's body flew backwards again, but this time he wasn't lucky enough twice before. Although the vest still hadn't been penetrated, the huge impact forced him to stab his otherwise broken ribs hard into his lungs.

No. 8 did not die immediately. He lay in front of the burger shop and wanted to get up and run. Zhang Heng's powerful sniping technology had completely destroyed his courage, made him feel afraid, could not regenerate any ideas of confrontation with each other, just wanted to run faster and run faster... However, he found himself unable to stand up from the ground any longer, while breathing became more and more difficult.

A large mouth of 8 gasped, reaching into the waist, trying to take out the emergency medical injection inside, but his gaze was blurring, and if someone was around him, he could see his entire face was red and his blues were raised, which was a sign of hypoxia.

Eventually, the emergency medical injection in No. 8 fell to the ground, and his body stopped moving completely after several spasms.