48 Hours a Day

Chapter 1065: Kitchenware and Weapons

Seeing on the screen that the Type-VI was out of bullets, Black turned to look at the special ops team repairing itself.

Not long ago, they finished a fierce battle on the fifth floor and had lost half of their men. Every Special Ops team member was more or less wounded, and in the end, rested for less than 20 minutes before entering the heat of battle again.

They did not complain, though, nor did they have any expression on their faces. The team leader nodded at Black and led his team members to the elevator.

However, just as they were about to board, a voice came from behind.

“Wait.”

Miss F stood up from the sofa. “I’ll go with you.”

Black was a little surprised. “Aren’t you and Zhang Heng friends? Mr. G has informed me that you can stay out of this.”

“If he thinks that I’m someone who puts personal feelings above the organization’s survival, then he doesn’t know me that well yet,” Miss F said calmly. “Besides, your special ops might be able to stop that robot, but they won’t be able to stop Zhang Heng. You need me.”

After a pause, she added, “Also, never do anything like this again. If Mr. G wants me to take action, just give me an order. There’s no need to use a dead person to provoke me.”

“…”

This time, Black’s back was drenched in cold sweat. He opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment, Miss F and the Special Ops team were already in the elevator.

The battle below was nearing its end. Zhang Heng and Qiu Ming had already dealt with two waves of reinforcements, while Feng Zi’s Type-VI finally charged into the hall.

Zhang Heng, on the other hand, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He looked up and saw more than a dozen figures descending from the steel frame outside the signal tower. As they landed, they released the steel cables around their waists.

They wore the exact attire as the two exoskeleton warriors Zhang Heng had met in the hotel corridor. Each of them was the military’s latest generation exoskeleton equipment, and their movements were well-coordinated.

However, after the group landed, they completely ignored Zhang Heng. Most of them were focused on the Type-VI Hunting Robot in the lobby. Only one of them was focused on Qiu Ming, who was on the other side.

Zhang Heng did not move either because his gaze was completely focused on the other figure above him—Miss F.

She didn’t land on the ground with the others. Still standing on the steel frame, she held the steel beam beside her with one hand and her alloy sword with the other. Her figure was blurred by the smoke.

Like Zhang Heng, she didn’t pay attention to the battle elsewhere. Her eyes were fixed on him.

The two of them stared at each other for about two seconds.

Then, Zhang Heng saw Miss F switch the alloy sword to her normal hand. After doing that, she took a step forward and fell from the steel frame!

There was no steel cable around her waist like the members of the special forces. In fact, she didn’t have anything on her other than a sword. She simply jumped straight down from the steel frame.

Her body continued to accelerate under the force of gravity. Other than one mechanical prosthetic limb, her other organs were still that of an ordinary human. She would definitely die if she jumped down like that.

However, there was no fear on Miss F’s face. Seeing that she was only 20 meters away from hitting the ground, she started to move, using her mechanical prosthetic limb to hold the outermost steel pillar.

The next moment, sparks flew everywhere where her palm made contact with the steel pillar.

However, at the same time, Miss F’s did slow down. In the end, she bent her knees slightly to remove the remaining strength and finally stood before Zhang Heng safe and sound.

It had been less than two hours since the last time the two of them met.

At that time, Zhang Heng and Miss F were still working together to deal with a Type-VI that had gone beserk, but now, the two of them had become enemies.

Miss F looked at Zhang Heng with a complicated gaze, but she quickly regained her composure. She did not ask Zhang Heng why he was here, nor did she ask him for an explanation. Instead, she only said three words, “Draw your knife.”

However, she did not expect Zhang Heng to shake his head. “This knife is not meant to be used against friends.”

After saying that, Zhang Heng inserted the Hidden Scabbard into the empty space beside his feet and said to Miss F, “Wait a moment.”

Miss F frowned, but she did not say anything. She just stood there and watched Zhang Heng walk into a restaurant that was already closed. Three minutes later, Zhang Heng walked out again with a full bag of knives of different shapes.

“This is a kitchen utensil, not a weapon,” Miss F reminded a certain someone.

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

“I have a tungsten steel alloy sword. It’s incredibly hard, and it’s not something an ordinary weapon can withstand, not to mention the knives in your hands.”

“I know. That’s why I took such a big bag.”

Zhang Heng wrapped the knives in cloth and hung them on both sides of his body. He first picked out two boning knives from inside and held them in his hands. Then, he gestured for Miss F to come over.

The latter did not waste any more time, switching the tungsten steel sword back to the mechanical prosthesis. Then, her body started to move, and she slashed at Zhang Heng’s right arm.

Like her people, Miss F’s swordsmanship was not fancy. It was purely a demonstration of speed. With the help of modern technology, her movements had already exceeded the limits of the human body. From drawing the sword to swinging it, it only took 0.1 seconds, where the whole set of movements was completed in one go.

An ordinary person facing her attack might not even have time to blink before being hit by the sword.

However, this time, her opponent was Zhang Heng. With a ding, Zhang Heng used the boning knife in his hand to block Miss F’s lightning-fast sword.

Then, Zhang Heng’s body moved. The other boning knife drew a strange arc in his hand and stabbed towards Miss F’s throat. However, the latter had already retracted her tungsten sword, and the two swords clashed again!

After a short pause, it was time for an even fiercer attack!!!

Miss F’s tungsten sword had already turned into a ball of green light, and the clanging had also become denser. Finally, after blocking the attack about four times, the boning knife in Zhang Heng’s left hand let out a mournful cry, and it completely broke. The boning knife in his right hand followed closely behind, he followed in the footsteps of his companion, but Zhang Heng was still unflustered. As he retreated, he reached into the bag and pulled out two more cooking knives to meet Miss F’s sword once more.