48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng stepped on the throttle and drove Qiu Ming to a spot on the electronic map with a flash of red dots.

That's where the locator is now, and it's been parked there for a long time, and if it's no surprise, Mr. G. should be there.

Qiu Ming sat on the other side of the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, grabbed his armrest, and held his back close to the seat. He thought the operation would be exciting, but he didn't think the battle had started yet.

However, as Zhang Heng drove the car to the main road, Qiu Ming's attention finally shifted from the speed of the car to another place.

The fighting was less intense because the police team had previously encountered seven or eight enemies in the back, apart from a group of people who had been investigating police movements at the original grocery store, due to the route deviation.

This street should now be the area where Mr. G. 's people focus their defenses, with one post every less than 100 metres, while at the same time arranging for a number of armed forces to try to block anyone who wants to pass through it.

But now, unfortunately, none of them can stop them.

Even with Qiu Ming's ability in his heart, he couldn't help but frown at the sight along the way.

The streets are now as silent as graveyards, roadside, sentry, and nearby buildings full of corpses, lying there, not only with rioters following Mr. G., but also with many unarmed civilians, who are no longer breathing, leaving behind shelters full of bullets, broken glass windows, and burning vehicles talking about what happened here not long ago.

“I thought my heart was hard enough. After all, the work I'm doing is equivalent to wiping someone off at the soul level, but compared to Mr. G., I'm far from it.” Qiu Ming mourned, "he even sacrificed tens of thousands of people for his own goals, who, by the end of their lives, still believed in him and were convinced of the future he had promised. ”

“You created him.” Zhang Heng cautioned.

“No, I just opened the door for him to see the outside world, and I could never control whether it was the devil or the angel who came out behind the door.” Qiu Ming shrugged.

“At least now you have a chance to put the demon you let out back in the box. ”

“Wish I could live to see this end.” Qiu Ming spoke and examined the rifle in his hand.

…………

After driving two blocks, Zhang Heng can already see the end of the trip through the window.

It's a white tower, about 400 meters high, that provides a signal exchange service for the entire layer of space, knowing that the height of the entire layer of space is only 486 meters according to official records, in other words, the tower is close to the foundation of the second layer of space.

And now, just above the top of the tower, there's a giant threaded probe about 20 meters in diameter, drilling down the projection screen of the analog sky.

“Fuck off!” Even Qiu Ming couldn't help but rude his mouth when he saw this scene, "can this fucking work?! ”

As is well known, the new Shanghai 0297 is divided into five layers of space, while the only one with access to the five layers of space is the central shuttle in the city centre. Shengtang Morgan suspended the central shuttle on the first floor a long time ago, and only transporting police forces to the first floor would authorize access to one of the vehicles, while at the same time placing heavy troops on the side of the first floor station.

In his earlier speculation before Qiu Ming, Mr. G used riots to attract Tang Morgan's hunting robot to the first floor, thus creating the conditions for a sneak attack on the base, but even if his exoskeleton warrior squad really succeeded in capturing management and trying to take the prisoners back to the first floor for memory coding, it was not an easy task.

But now Mr. G has told Qiu Ming in practical terms that his fears are completely superfluous.

Mr. G's people did not choose to take the central shuttle back to the first floor. Instead, they directly drilled a hole out of the second floor with a drilling rig and were marveling at Qiu Ming from both an imaginative and an operational point of view at the place where the memory was eventually encoded.

After the drill bit opened the ground, it retrieved up, and then the two soft ladders drowned from the top. Qiu Ming saw that someone was climbing down the ladder, but because of the distance, he could not see each other.

And then Qiu Ming obviously felt the car accelerating again, and this time he felt his heart jump out of his voice even if he closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, Zhang Heng on the other side lowered the window, grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, and the other held a gun out of the window, sending a shuttle of bullets towards the checkpoint in the middle of the front road.

The outpost was also baptized by the hunting robot and the original people in the outpost were dead, but Mr. G. estimated that in order to regain control of the nearby area, another team was dispatched, who were re-establishing roadblocks and had no idea that a car had suddenly emerged from the other side of the street.

The car was fast, almost blinking in front of them, and before they could tell whether the enemy was friends or not, the people above had already fired.

Zhang Heng still had mercy on his men, basically aimed at their lower body, the people who were shot were not going to die, but at least not now. He fell to the ground and could only watch the car break through the level and rush forward.

But they didn't panic either, because they were just the first guards here, and there were others behind them, and unlike when they had just arrived at the post, the roadblocks there had been completely restored, and the car, which didn't know where to come from, wanted to punch the truck, which was the only way to destroy people.

And just as the car passed by them, they also saw only two people in the car, a little relieved, hurried to tell the person behind.

Zhang Heng rushed past the first level without slowing down at all. A kilometer ahead of him, the people there had been prepared in advance to find shelter and mount the gun in their hands.

Yet before they could see the target vehicle, they won another god killing first.

A shadow with the shape of a human being with eight legs jumped off the next door mall building and fell behind them. Without a word, he waved the giant sword in his hand and smashed it at them. Suddenly, he couldn't prevent it. On the spot, two unlucky ghosts were photographed by the giant sword and several broken ribs, rolled out far from the ground and passed out.

The rest of us couldn't care less about the car anymore. We quickly turned the gun, and the robot in front of us pulled the trigger. However, the bullet landed on the robot, which caused nothing but a splash point spark.