Sandbag Man finally realized what Zhang Heng meant when he said, "You will be thankful for a few more rounds of tape later."
In just half a minute after Zhang Heng switched from defense to offense, Sandbag Man had lost count of how many times he had been stabbed. Eventually, he gave up on attacking and focused on defense, but he was still stabbed by Zhang Heng.
The steak knife in Zhang Heng's hand was like a ghost, and Sandbag Man had no way of predicting where it would land or its trajectory.
Fortunately, the blade was wrapped with tape in advance, and no blood could be seen. However, bruises were inevitable, and the pain was intense.
In the end, Sandbag Man half-knelt on the ground, gasping for air.
When he saw Zhang Heng walking up to him again, he quickly stretched out his hand and shouted in Chinese, "Stop! I surrender. "
Zhang Heng was not surprised. He had already guessed Sandbag Man's identity from the fact that Sandbag Man did not speak. Now that he shouted in Chinese, it meant that he had admitted to being a player.
"Do you know where Edward is?"
"Yes, I've been with him for the past two months. I'm responsible for taking care of him." Sandbag Man greedily inhaled a few more mouthfuls of air and struggled to stand up. "But that guy is very troublesome. He has a lot of demands and is difficult to please."
"How should I address you?" Zhang Heng reached out.
"My name is Torres in this quest, but you can call me Iron Fist." Iron Fist shook Zhang Heng's hand, and the pain in his body made him shiver.
Zhang Heng did not ask why Iron Fist provoked him before. He knew exactly what Iron Fist was thinking. Although players in the same faction were in a cooperative relationship, there was still a hierarchy of priorities. Iron Fist wanted to use the method he was best at to win the right to speak for himself in the upcoming cooperation.
However, he did not expect to kick an iron plate this time. Zhang Heng also compared his skills with Piercings, and the results were disappointing. In terms of combat power, an amateur boxer like him was no match for Piercings, who came from the police system.
"Did you meet other players when you were with Edward?"
Iron Fist shook his head. "Players don't seem to meet each other in the early stages of this quest. After sending the email, you were the first to arrive."
"How many people did you send emails to?" Zhang Heng asked.
"He only sent two emails to the Brotherhood's address because Edward left a password there that only Leah could unlock. However, he also contacted three other people — a reporter from Le Monde, a moderator of an online forum, and a famous documentary director. The latter three were also selected by Edward to be the most trustworthy people to expose Black Nest."
Iron Fist paused, "But our situation hasn't been very good recently. I don't know how Black Nest got the news that Edward is in Toulouse, but they deployed a lot of men to assist them. They even hired a guy named Vincent to be their operational commander. We have to be very careful. Just two weeks ago, Edward's residence was raided by a group of unidentified militants. Fortunately, we evacuated five minutes in advance."
"What were you guys talking about?" Leah asked curiously.
"Our luck is pretty good. This time, we finally found the main character," Zhang Heng said.
…
An hour later, the 01, Leah, and Leah followed Iron Fist to the hardware store at the corner of the boxing training hall. Zhang Heng temporarily acted as a translator for both parties.
"This is also Mr. Gilm's shop. Oh, Mr. Gilm is the owner of the boxing training hall. He was a very famous boxer when he was young, and he made a lot of money from professional fights. He bought some properties when the housing prices in Toulouse were cheap, but his favorite is the boxing training hall."
"What's the relationship between Mr. Gilm and Edward? Why would he take such a big risk to help you? "Little Boy asked.
"Mr. Gilm has nothing to do with us, but he and Black Nest had a feud a few years ago. His son was a loyal fan of Black Nest, and he would collect almost every Black Nest product. Unfortunately, his family died in a car accident. The autopilot system on his car was provided by Black Nest. Mr. Gilm believed that it was this autopilot system that caused the unfortunate traffic accident, so he sued Black Nest."
"What was the result?"
"Black Nest won the lawsuit. They provided a series of data and experimental results to prove that the autopilot system was safe and reliable. However, Edward couldn't stand it, so he found the flaws in the autopilot system and sent them to the court anonymously. Mr. Gilm won the second trial and received a sum of compensation. However, he still hates Black Nest, and because of that incident, he is skeptical of all high-tech products. He hopes that someone can stop Black Nest from launching the CTOS system."
"Ha!" Philip glanced at the camera above him.
"Don't worry, this camera is not connected to the Internet. Edward uses it to monitor the outside world," Iron Fist explained.
The hardware store was closed at this time, but Iron Fist had the key to the door. He opened the door and said to the camera in English, "Edward, we're going in."
After saying this, he pushed the door open and walked into the store. At the same time, he turned to Leah and said, "He really cares about you. He mentioned your name to me many times before. He was most worried that Black Nest would do something to you. So, it's great that you arrived here safely."
This time, however, Zhang Heng didn't translate what Iron Fist said. Instead, he frowned and looked at the dark hardware store. "Is there something wrong with Edward's body?"
"Hmm?"
"The reason why Edward left the address in the clue as the garden is not only because the garden is Mr. Gilm's territory, but also because he can observe the movements in the training hall from here. In other words, he should have seen his sister a long time ago. Why hasn't he come downstairs yet?"
"Are you suspecting me?" Iron Fist raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything. Instead, he used his actions to prove his innocence. He walked to the attic on the top floor and knocked on the door, but no sound came from inside.
This time, Iron Fist's expression changed. "Is he sleeping?"
With a gentle push of his iron fist, the door opened. However, in the next moment, a small red dot appeared on his forehead.
"Be careful." Before Zhang Heng's voice trailed off, Iron Fist's forehead jerked back, and his entire body collapsed to the floor. At the same time, a warm liquid splashed on Zhang Heng's collar.
"There's a sniper. Take cover," Zhang Heng said in a deep voice. At the same time, he quickly scanned the room. He saw a messy desk, a folding bed, and an IKEA telescope in front of the window. The telescope was facing the boxing training ground, but there was no one in the room.
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