48 Hours a Day

"Eh, really, after so many years, the habit of touching the nose when lying is still unchanged." Mother Zhang watched Zhang's father's car leave the road in front of the house.

"Should I follow to see where he will go?" Zhang Heng asked, "My tracking technology is very good, and he won't be discovered by him."

"That's not necessary, men, there are some little secrets." Mother Zhang took a glass of water from the tap and handed it to Zhang Heng. "Anyway, as long as it is not related to other women, let him go."

"Are you so confident in him?" Zhang Heng took the cup.

"No, I just believe in my own vision of choosing people." Mother Zhang blinked, "He won't be here if he isn't there. Let's start the meal first, and help me serve the food. You look a lot darker, it looks like this way. It’s not too much in the sun. Your dad said you came by boat. How about it. Did you see a whale on the road?"

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While Zhang Heng and Zhang's mother were having a meal and chatting, Zhang's father also parked the car by the roadside.

His face has no longer the gentleness and calmness of the past, his eyes are cold, staring at the billiard hall opposite, not knowing what he is thinking.

About half a minute later, he turned off the engine, got out of the car and turned to the trunk, opened the tailgate, and then pulled out the moisture-proof pad below, revealing a locked toolbox. He opened the small toolbox with a key. , I took out a Sigsauer p365 from inside. This is a miniature pistol with a total length of only 147 mm. It is very convenient to carry. And unlike other pistols, it can hold 10 bullets in its magazine. It can be upgraded to 12 rounds if needed.

Father Zhang took out the Sigsauer p365, opened the magazine and took a look, confirming that the bullet was loaded in it, and then inserted the gun behind his waist, blocked it with his clothes, and then faced him. Go to the billiard hall.

Although he has been working hard to integrate himself into the environment, he has to say that his academic temperament is difficult to conceal, and it makes him a little incompatible with the billiard hall in front of him.

So he didn't take a few steps before a bald head with a beautiful woman tattooed on his arm said, "Hey, nerd over there, did you come to the wrong place?"

As a result, Father Zhang hadn't spoken yet, another voice rang out from behind the bald head, "No, he didn't come to the wrong place because I asked him."

The bald head turned back and saw an old man about sixty years old smiling at him gently.

"I suggest that you and your little girlfriend continue to play billiards and stop messing around."

"Otherwise?" The bald head squeezed his fist.

The old man shrugged, "Otherwise I will explode your daisy with this pool cue in my hand."

"Old man, are you looking for death?" Hearing this, the strong man was furious and took a step forward, but before he started to feel a sharp pain somewhere behind him, he fell to the ground and was present. Unexpectedly, no one could see how the billiard cue in the old man's hand was missing. In fact, there was still a distance of ten meters between him and the bald head.

"Take your boyfriend to the doctor. I'm afraid there will be some sequelae." The old man turned his head and smiled kindly at the stunned little girlfriend beside his bald head and reminded him.

The latter seemed to have seen a devil. He quickly helped his wailing boyfriend on the ground, took out the bloody pool cue somewhere behind him, and quickly fled here with a limping bald head.

"Are you having fun?" Father Zhang asked.

"Just so-so, I'm trying to help you out, even if you don't say thank you, there is no need to put on a bad face, let alone face an old friend."

Father Zhang walked to the pool table where the old man was and looked into the other person’s eyes, “You who pretend to be gods always use your supernatural power to act recklessly, ignoring laws and rules, no matter where you appear to be. Nothing good."

"It’s a bit unfair to say that." The old man took a new cue from the shelf on the side. If you are in a bad mood, you will call out our names loudly, and look forward to a miracle. You see, you have a desire to break the rules."

"That's because they don't understand the good things you have done."

"You are a little overestimating your fellows, but it doesn't matter," the old man set the billiard ball, "I asked you out today, not to argue with you about this kind of thing."

"Then what are you doing?"

The old man smiled, "Let's play a round with me first. Itchy hands. We played in Nuuk. Do you remember."

"Just say if you have something to say, my wife has cooked dinner and waited for me to go back to eat." Father Zhang frowned.

"Married man, there is really no freedom at all." The old man seemed very sympathetic, but seeing that Zhang's father really didn't mean to play with him, he did not force him to take out a bullet from his pocket and put it in. On the edge of the table, he leaned over and took aim at the white ball in front of him.

Father Zhang's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw the shell, but he soon recovered his calm, "I will not buy discarded bullets here."

"Beautiful crafts, made of sterling silver, the bullet is coated with crystal blue juice, and the bottom of the bullet is engraved with Hebrew-everything is mortal, but the most creative thing is the inside of the bullet, and the core is actually filled with a curse. The blood of the goddess, Eris is the goddess who cursed in Greek mythology. Her curse is very powerful, plus sixteen runes from different mythological systems, ensuring that this curse can be applied to almost all creatures of the gods. In the end, this beautiful handicraft became a terrifying weapon capable of killing gods."

The old man swung the club in his hand, and the white ball flew out, hitting the colored ball surrounded by a triangle in front. "Just two weeks ago, this bullet hit a goddess named Slude, if it was someone else. I may have to work hard to explain who Slude is. After all, there are not many people who know her name, but you are studying these things. You should also know who she is."

"Valkyrie, the Valkyrie in Norse mythology, the maid of Odin, it is said that they will travel on horseback with wild hunting, go to the battlefield to find the souls of the fallen heroes, give the selected candidates a kiss, and take them back to Valhalla. "Father Zhang said lightly.

"Bingo! You deserve to be professional. I have to say that many people underestimated you. When I first met your husband and wife, my attention was basically focused on your wife, because I have never seen such a pure soul. In contrast, you are much inferior. Although you have a good personality and temperament, you are just a good ordinary person."