48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng's words made the waitress's teeth itch.

But if she had to admit that what someone said was true, the only goal they had tonight was to bring the goods back to the ground floor, and even to sacrifice their lives and those of their companions, which would have been a noble ideal.

However, she did not expect that one day this belief would be used as a weapon against her. Zhang Heng clearly stated that he was not going to take her away, told her that she was dead, but asked her to hand over the goods.

And what bores the waitress more is that she finds that she really has no reason to refuse her request.

She held it for half a day, and eventually just asked, “After I gave you the goods, are you sure you're going through the federal police blockade down there? ”

As a result, Zhang Heng just faded away, “This is not a problem you need to worry about anymore. ”

The waitress was choked enough, but she was still alive, and then went on to say, "You promised me that you would deliver the goods to Mr. G. ”

By this time, her momentum had softened, and her gaze at Zhang Heng even had a hint of begging.

Zhang Heng just shook his head, “I won't guarantee anything. Okay, time is almost up, give me something. ”

By this time, the fire had washed onto the roof, especially the smoke generated by the combustion, almost surrounding the Four Continents Hotel.

Miss Waiter just felt unhappy, they paid so much along the way, sacrificed countless companions to get here, only one step away, one step to complete the task, and in the end, all the results were cheap for Zhang Heng, the latter is just a selfish person without faith, so she sensibly knew that she should hand over the goods to Zhang Heng, but in action, she chose to remain where she was.

Zhang Heng seemed to see what she was thinking, raised her eyebrows and said, “You don't really think you can hold on to the so-called lofty ideals, without me, you would have been completely overthrown at the station. ”

Miss Waiter also lost all the strength to resist, like the exasperated leather ball, because this is probably the place she was most worried about. They all worked so hard from the beginning to the end that they didn't fear death. In fact, they didn't play much role in the whole incident. As Zhang Heng said, the emergency response team was basically killed by him alone.

And so many of them couldn't even handle the five emergency response team members at the station, eventually they were chased here, like a bereaved dog, if they hadn't arrived in time after Zhang Heng, the cargo might have fallen into Shengtang Morgan's hands.

Miss Waiter didn't say anything, she climbed directly onto the water tower and then removed a metal rod from the top that was only a finger size and placed it in Zhang Heng's hand.

The latter was a little unexpected, “Is that all? ”

“Looks like you know what the goods are for this deal," said the waitress lady, "the core of the memory encoder is only this big, but the internal construction is quite sophisticated, and currently only one company can produce it, and it has to work with the corresponding equipment, but good thing it's not that hard to manufacture in the latter. ”

“So it seems you've been preparing for a long time.” Zhang Heng took the metal rod the size of the truncated finger and put it in his backpack without much inspection.

He was not worried that the waitress had given him a fake memory encoder, because, as he had said, the fire had burned to the roof and the only thing left for the waitress was a dead end. If the latter did not give him the memory encoder, the memory encoder would probably be destroyed in the fire as well.

For those who aspire to change the new Shanghai 0297, it is also tantamount to the failure of their time-consuming plans, which they cannot afford.

After handing over the memory encoder, the waitress was relieved. She knew she had done everything she could tonight. As for whether or not Zhang Heng would give the memory encoder to Mr. G after that, and what conditions would be opened to the latter, she was no longer in control.

Thinking about it, she lost so much pressure on her, and then she looked at Zhang Heng, "You've got what you want, but how are you going to leave? ”

“You'll find out soon enough.” Zhang Heng pulled out a gas mask from the emergency response team and threw it under the waitress's feet, then calmly said, "I said I wouldn't take you away, but you and your people helped me keep the memory encoder until now, and it didn't fall into the emergency response team's hands. Consider this a gift, but now the fire is too big, even with the gas mask, your chances of survival don't exceed 20%, so good luck. ”

Zhang Heng let go of his oxygen mask when he finished talking.

Later, the waitress saw a scene that made her live forever, only to see Zhang Heng's back suddenly stretched out a pair of black wings.

When she first saw it, the waitress thought she was hallucinating because she inhaled the poisonous smoke, but the next moment, she realized that the pair of wings did exist, and it was made up entirely of shadows, it looked like some very realistic projection technique, but when the waitress wanted to take a closer look, Zhang Heng had waved the black wings behind her, and then his whole person jumped from the roof into the rolling smoke.

Miss Waiter had no idea that Zhang Heng, who had always seemed sensible, was surprised to make such a suicidal act without warning. Especially considering that the memory encoder was still on the other party, Miss Waiter couldn't help but be shocked.

She ran the risk of inhaling poisonous smoke and quickly rushed to the side of the rooftop, looking down, but now that the entire Four Continents hotel was surrounded by smoke, she couldn't see anything, and coughed for just a few seconds after poking her head out, eventually she had to retract her head and pick up the gas mask on the ground and put it on her head.

Zhang Heng on the other side had already flown a long distance in the thick smoke. In order to avoid being seen by the downstairs federal police, Zhang Heng deliberately flew higher. The oxygen mask of [Infinite Block] protected his lungs, while [Filter Lenses] allowed Zhang Heng to accurately distinguish the direction even in the thick smoke.

Finally, Zhang Heng quietly left the Four Continental Hotel in a way that barely struck anyone. Twelve seconds later, the shadow wing behind Zhang Heng disappeared on time, and he also landed on the roof of the office building next door.