48 Hours a Day

The hunting robot on the black screen was out of bullets, so he turned his head and looked at the special operations unit that was being refurbished.

Not too long ago, they had just ended a vicious war on the fifth floor, and had lost half their personnel, and the members of the special operations team, more or less with some injuries, had been rested for less than 20 minutes and were now going back into battle.

However, they did not complain, nor did they complain on their faces. The team leader nodded blackly and took his team members to the elevator.

But just as they were about to board the elevator, there was a voice behind them, "etc. ”

Miss F stood up from the couch, "I'm coming with you. ”

Black seemed surprised, “Aren't you and Zhang Heng friends? Mr. G told you, you can stay out of this. ”

“If he thinks I'm someone who puts personal feelings above organizational careers, he doesn't know me very well.” Miss F faintly said, "and your SWAT team may be able to stop that robot, but it will never stop Zhang Heng, you need me. ”

She added, “And don't do it again next time, if Mr. G wants me to do it, just give me the order, there's no need to stir me up with dead people. ”

“ ………… ”

Black's back was really drenched in cold sweat, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but at this point Miss F was already in the elevator with the SWAT team.

The battle below is almost over. Zhang Heng and Qiu Ming have already solved two waves of reinforcements, and the Peak-controlled hunting robot finally rushed into the lobby.

But at this moment Zhang Heng stopped, and he looked up and saw a dozen shadows on the steel frame outside the tower rapidly descending, landing while removing the wire between his waist.

They were dressed exactly like the two exoskeleton fighters Zhang Hengheng had previously met in the hotel corridor, each wearing the latest generation of exoskeleton equipment from the military, well-behaved and cooperated with the tacit agreement.

However, when the group landed, they had no control over Zhang Heng in front of them. Most of them went towards the hunting robot in the lobby. Only one person focused on Qiu Ming on the other side.

Likewise, Zhang Heng did not move, as his eyes are now completely attracted to the other figure above his head.

Miss F.

She did not land on the ground with anyone else, still standing on the steel frame, holding the steel beam next to her with one hand, holding her own sword of alloy, her figure appeared a little blurred in a piece of nitrous smoke.

Like Zhang Heng, she is now not paying attention to the fighting elsewhere. One pair of eyes stays on Zhang Heng.

They looked at each other for about two seconds.

Then Zhang Heng saw Miss F replace the alloy sword with the normal hand. After doing this, she took a step forward and her body fell off the steel frame!

She didn't wear a wire around her waist like the guys in the SWAT team, and she actually didn't bring anything but a sword, so she jumped straight off the steel frame.

Her body is accelerating under the influence of gravity!!! Knowing that all but one of her mechanical prostheses are human beings, jumping like this must be lifeless.

However, Miss F had no fear on her face. She was about to hit the ground 20 meters away. She moved and grabbed the steel pole on the outside with her mechanical prosthesis.

The next moment, you'll see a splash of Mars where her palms are in contact with steel columns.

At the same time, however, Miss F's whereabouts slowed down. Until the end, her knee slightly bent off the remaining strength and finally stood safely in front of Zhang Heng.

Less than two hours have passed since the last time they met.

Zhang Heng was still working with Miss F against a runaway hunting robot, but now they are enemies of each other.

Miss F's gaze at Zhang Heng was somewhat complicated, but soon calm was restored. She did not ask Zhang Heng why she was here, nor did she ask the latter to give her any explanation. She spoke only three words, “Draw the knife. ”

But she didn't think that Zhang Heng sniffed across the street and shook her head, "This knife is not for friends. ”

When Zhang Heng finished, he inserted [Hidden Sheath] into the empty space at the foot, then said to Miss F. “Wait a minute. ”

Miss F frowned, but she didn't say anything. She stood there and watched Zhang Heng walk into a closed western restaurant next door. Three minutes later, Zhang Heng walked back out of the room, carrying a bag of different shapes of knives.

“This is a kitchenware, not a weapon.” Miss F reminds someone of humanity.

“To me, this is the weapon.” Zhang Heng replied.

“My sword is forged from tungsten alloy, it's sturdy, it's not a normal weapon to resist, not to mention the knives you have in your hand. ”

“I know, that's why I took such a big bag. ”

Zhang Heng wrapped these knives in cloth and hung them on his sides. He first picked out two bone cutting knives from inside and held them in his hand. Then he made a gesture to Miss F.

The latter then stopped talking and exchanged the tungsten steel sword into the hand of the mechanical prosthesis. Immediately after that, her body moved and a sword struck Zhang Heng's right arm.

Like her people, Miss F's swordsmanship has no fancy, which is the manifestation of pure speed. With the help of modern technology, her movements have exceeded the physiological limits of the human body. It took only 0.1 seconds from drawing the sword to waving it, and the whole set of actions was carried out in a flash.

In the face of her offense, the ordinary man may not even be able to blink his eyes, and he has already been struck by a sword.

This time, however, her opponent was Zhang Heng, listening only to the sound of a ding, Zhang Heng had held Miss F steadily with the bone cutting knife in her hand, which was fast as a lightning sword.

After that, Zhang Heng's body also moved. Another bone cutting knife drew a strange arc on his hand and stabbed Miss F's throat, but by then, the latter's tungsten steel sword had been retrieved, one sword at a time and crossed again!

After a brief pause is a more intense attack!!!

Miss F has turned the tungsten steel sword into a blue light, and the clash sound of Tinker Bell has become dense. After about four times of resistance, Zhang Heng's left hand chopping knife made a mourning sound, completely broken, tight to the right hand chopping knife, also stepped into the backdust of the companion, but Zhang Heng still did not panic, as he retreated, while reaching into the bag, he pulled out two more cooking knives, and regained the sword in Miss F's hand.