Chapter 842 Suspicions of Assassination

The assassin's face was full of horror after seeing Zhang Heng. He was a master of stealth, but he didn't realize that someone was following him. Moreover, the other person followed him for so long, all the way to the laundry. Or he could endure it and not show up until he entered the butcher shop and met his contact person.

Reconnecting with the strange feeling of sameness before, the assassin finally couldn't help blurting out, "You... are you also an assassin?"

"Unfortunately, now is my question time." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and turned his attention to the one-eyed Samaritan. "It seems that you are his contact person, so you should know how to spend money this time. Who is the person who assassinated me?"

The Samaritan quickly calmed down after the initial fright. He shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about. I am just the owner of a butcher shop. I don't know about assassination or not."

"Really?" Zhang Heng did not rush after hearing this, but just pulled out the two Persian swords from his waist.

"What do you want to do? Take me back to the patrol?" The One-Eyed Samaritan raised his voice, "What evidence do you have to prove that I am his contact person?"

"Take you back? You are overthinking. It seems that you still don't know the patrol team's recent style of doing things." Zhang Heng said, "I was very careful when I came here, and no one on the street noticed that I entered your butcher shop, so In other words, even if I kill you, no one will know it was me."

The One-Eyed Samaritan was stunned when he heard this. He really didn't expect that the other party, as a member of the patrol team, was responsible for maintaining security in this area, but he had no intention of obeying any laws. So what kind of patrol team was this? Simply a robber.

So he turned his eyes for help to the assassin on the other side, but the latter was also looking around at this moment, and it seemed that he was planning to run away.

Are you kidding? He is just an assassin. He is good at sneak attacks and assassinations. How can he be the opponent of the gladiatorial champion in Rome in a head-on battle?

Fortunately, the next moment, the sturdy butcher outside the butcher shop walked in. He was the bodyguard of the Samaritans. Selling meat was just a side job. His real job was to protect the safety of the Samaritans.

It seemed that the Samaritan's previous intention to raise his voice had some effect, and he summoned his bodyguards.

After discovering Zhang Heng, the butcher immediately rushed over with a sharp knife, while the assassin on the other side was caught in a fierce ideological struggle. He wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to escape, but in view of Zhang Heng's elusiveness, With his tracking ability, he didn’t know if he could run away, and the cooperation between him and the One-Eyed Samaritan was quite pleasant. The latter had been his contact person for four or five years, and he didn’t know if he could run away. It was so good that I sold the other party just like that.

So the assassin finally gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

With the butcher carrying him in front, he could adopt his best fighting strategy. In his opinion, there was still a certain chance of victory between the two of them.

The Samaritan on the other side was not polite. When he saw the assassin and the butcher entangled Zhang Heng, he immediately jumped up from his chair, turned around and ran towards the house. He knew how dangerous and hated the business he was doing was. , Naturally, he was prepared in advance. Not only did he have a butcher and a bodyguard, but there was also a secret passage hidden under his bed that could lead directly to the alley outside.

As a result, half of the Samaritan's body had just stepped through the door, and his right foot hurt.

Zhang Heng directly nailed the soles of his feet to the ground with a Persian sword, and at the same time said, "Where do you want to go? Are you leaving in a hurry before you finish answering my questions? It's better to stay here honestly for a while."

After saying that, Zhang Heng blocked the butcher's knife with another Persian sword, then shook his body and got out of the way of the assassin's sneak attack. As a result, the assassin was half a beat too slow in his retreat and was almost killed by Zhang Heng. A sword disembowelled him.

When the Samaritan saw that the three of them had finally fought together, he tried to escape again, but he tried twice and failed to pull out the Persian sword inserted in the sole of his foot. Instead, he screamed in pain and broke out in a cold sweat. DC.

The butcher on the other side, who had high hopes for him, was not having a hard time either. He had finally seen the true strength of the gladiatorial champion of the Flaviy Amphitheater. If there were not assassins harassing him, he would have been defeated long ago. But now, although he is temporarily They haven't lost yet, but they are in trouble, and defeat will only happen sooner or later.

At the same time, the assassin who was partnering with him also realized that something was wrong, because he had already discovered that the situation was worse than he imagined. Even if the two of them teamed up, they were obviously no match for the oriental man in front of him, but this time he wanted to leave. It was so easy, because Zhang Heng didn't have much trouble dealing with the butcher, and his main attention was on him.

The assassin realized that now it was not a question of whether he wanted to leave, but whether he could leave, because no matter which way he moved, Zhang Heng would use his sword in advance to block his retreat.

So the assassin, who was sweating profusely and feeling more guilty the more he fought, could only use his trump card. He suddenly dropped the weapon in his hand, took a half step back, raised his hand and said, "I surrender!"

So Zhang Heng's next sword stopped in front of his nose, and the Samaritan on the other side almost cried when he heard this. He had just reluctantly pulled out the Persian sword stuck in his foot. When he came out, he couldn't help but curse when he heard the assassin's words, "You should have surrendered earlier, so I wouldn't have to work so hard to draw the sword!"

Then he looked at the butcher and shouted to the latter, "If we don't fight, we won't fight. If we fight, we can't beat them. We also surrender. This time we admit defeat."

The butcher hesitated after hearing this, and finally threw away the sharp knife in his hand.

Zhang Heng, however, had no intention of killing them all, and took his other Persian sword from the Samaritan. The latter asked the butcher to find a bandage strip, and first covered the wound on his foot. After being entangled, the Samaritan really suffered this time. He was carried back to the chair by the butcher and the assassin, still groaning all the way.

"You want to know who contacted me about this order? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, because I don't know the person who contacted me. It's a strange face, not from here."

"Then what?"

"Then... it's gone." The Samaritan looked a little innocent. "In our line of work, we shouldn't ask questions. I negotiated the price with him and collected the money to do the work. We didn't talk much. I don’t even know how he came to the door. By the way, he also specifically told me to do my best to make the matter as local as possible after killing you. You may be able to use this to deduce that it is not the local forces who want to kill you. "

"Don't force me to hit you with a sword on your left foot," Zhang Heng warned, "I have a way to test whether you are lying. If you only have this little information, why did you escape so happily before?"

A look of confusion appeared on the Samaritan's face, and after a moment he said, "Okay, what follows is just my speculation. Although he hides it very well, there are still some small habits that betray him. I feel that he Much like people from the Imperial Guard, I always feel that the water here is very muddy, and a small person like me doesn’t want to get involved in any political events.”

"Then you still accepted the order?"

"Because the other party paid too much." The Samaritan said honestly.

"Your hunch is right. For your own safety, you'd better not tell others that you talked about this with me." Zhang Heng said lightly, "Also, find someone to draw the portrait for me. "