The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me.

Chapter 66 Blood Eagle

The bloodstains on Marty's body are very artistic. They are not simple bloodstains, blood mist or thorn-shaped bloodstains, but a big red flying bird, or an eagle with spread wings.

Under Wu Chang's gaze, the big blood-red eagle flapped its wings, flew out from Marty's body, and swooped towards his face.

Amid the whistling sound of flapping wings, he saw a scene of resentment.

The owner of the resentment is the previous postman, who wears a superhero-style yellow tights under the red postman uniform.

He sat behind his desk, concentrating on organizing the materials on the table, sorting out the useful information, and if necessary, making them into clippings.

The remaining materials for his clippings were the newspapers that Wu Chang had found in the post office before.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the post office door.

The person knocking on the door was a middle-aged man with an angry look on his face. Without waiting for the superhero to say come in, he pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hey, new guy, you haven't delivered mail in three days. Will I be able to get my mail before dark today?"

"you are?"

"Jon the Blacksmith."

The superhero was busy gathering information and had no time to deal with the townspeople.

He picked up a pile of letters and threw them in front of Johnny.

"I'm busy, find it yourself."

Jon didn't do anything, but said coldly, "It's your job to deliver the mail to the mailboxes at every door."

The superhero was in a bad mood. He glanced at Jon and snorted, "Where did this giant baby come from? Don't you have hands?"

Jon was so angry at this that he slammed the table and shouted:

"Listen carefully, you damned parasite. No one in this town can treat work or other people like this! Believe me, you will regret it!"

The superhero paused as he sorted the newspapers, "Since you're so angry, why don't you call the police?"

Jon: “You!”

The superhero stood up and said sarcastically, "The crime I'll call the police on is that I didn't put your mail into the mailbox in time, which made things difficult for a disabled person like you. Let's see if the laws of the kingdom can sentence me."

"Oh, by the way, you can also complain to the police and say that I bullied you."

After saying that, the superhero knocked Jon down with a punch and dragged Jon's legs out of the post office.

He stood at the door of the post office, grabbed Jon's legs, and began to spin on the spot, playing windmill.

After turning around for an unknown number of times, he slowly stopped and threw Jon to the ground. Jon didn't have time to say anything and ran to the bushes on the side of the road, retching wildly.

The superhero snorted and returned to his workstation to continue clipping.

It wasn't until the sun went down that he was about to light the oil lamp when he looked up and saw Marty's big face pressed against the window.

"Here comes another blind man." He pushed the door open, ready to repeat his old tricks to teach the townspeople a lesson.

Unexpectedly, the moment he saw him, Marty seemed to be possessed by something, and his already tall and strong body swelled again.

The superhero, on the other hand, had his body go limp and his movements became sluggish.

Marty had a harpoon in his hand and stabbed it into his stomach at a speed that the superhero could not dodge.

"No, you don't have martial ethics..." The superhero's eyes turned black and the camera went dark.

The camera lit up again and he appeared at an open-air pier.

The dock was deserted, with no ships docked and no cargo piled up. There was only a bronze statue standing before him.

The superhero was tied to a wooden frame with rags stuffed in his mouth, unable to speak or move.

The huge Marty came out of the shadows with a fish knife in his hand. He said viciously, "You vile creature! You betrayed the islanders' trust in you!"

"You want to be punished by law, then I will tell you what the laws of the islanders are!"

Marty picked up the fish-killing knife and stabbed it into the superhero's back, making two cuts along both sides of the spine. He inserted his hands into the wounds and broke the superhero's ribs. Then he grabbed the superhero's lungs and pulled them out from the two wounds.

The lung lobes that were pulled out from the back quickly contracted after being exposed to the air, like a pair of folded wings.

A superhero twitching wildly in pain is like an eagle gathering strength and preparing to spread its wings and fly.

At the end of the illusion, when the superhero had only one breath left, he was taken back to the newspaper office and hung in the middle of the office. His two lungs were pierced by iron hooks and stretched to the sides. A hollow iron rod was inserted into them, filling them with air to turn them into two plump wings.

Finally, a red blood eagle soared in the post office.

"You deserve this, lazy outsider!"

With Marty's final curse, the illusion of resentment dissipated.

Not surprisingly, the superhero who died under such torture left a bloody last word out of resentment.

[I haven't worked for three days and this is the beginning of my trouble. I'm going to lock Marty up and keep him from working. I'll see if he goes crazy!]

Ok……

How should I put it? After seeing the superhero's bloody last words, Wu Chang didn't know where to start complaining.

He thought a superhero's last words would be "Aminos, Marty, if you act cool, I'll make you fly!"

After all, in Marty's hands, the superhero turned into a blood eagle and flew once. In return, Marty should be allowed to fly once as well.

As a result, he was beaten to a pulp, and his means of revenge was to stop Marty from working.

You are such a little genius.

But it is also reasonable. Recalling the gambler who was obsessed with gambling in Moonlight Sanatorium, and the iron-headed kid in Sui Sui Ping An who knew there was danger but still wanted to see what the Ghost Forest was like, after staying in the Abyss game for a long time, some people's brain circuits will indeed become abnormal.

The knocking sound on the table woke Wu Chang from his thoughts. He raised his head and faced Marty's big face that was approaching.

"Mr. Sean, did you hear what I just said?"

Wu Chang shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm too sleepy and my mind was a little distracted just now. What did you say?"

Marty repeated, "I said I would receive an email from you in two days. Please deliver it promptly without delay."

"No problem, I will deliver it on the same day. You don't know how much I love my job. Work is like my life!" Wu Chang said excitedly.

As he spoke, he looked up at the ceiling. After all, the one who was not working had been hung up.

Marty was stunned for a moment, then the threat on his face disappeared and he showed an honest smile: "That's great, the town welcomes young people like you who are willing to work hard."

Seeing Marty was about to leave, Wu Chang quickly stopped him and asked:
"Mr. Marty, there is something I want to confirm with you. Before coming to Briver, I worked as a postman in a big city. You know, those noble lords always like to mail some strange things, but they don't like to be discovered. They call it privacy."

"I was assigned here because I messed up a mail delivery."

"If you have special mail that you don't want others to see, you can notify me in advance and tell me a way to deliver it without being discovered. I can arrange a secret delivery for you."

Marty's eyes lit up after hearing this. "Mr. Sean, I'm sorry for my rudeness before. As a postman, you are so professional. My grocery store will close at four o'clock every afternoon. You can come in through the back door so that you won't be discovered."

"If possible, please send the package like this in two days."

"No problem! Mr. Marty, I will definitely come to find you!" Wu Chang patted his chest and promised.

After seeing Marty off, he cleaned up the post office while sorting out his thoughts.

He carefully thought about the superhero's resentment, trying to get more information from it.

Before he could think long, there was another knock on the post office door.

When I opened the door, I found a red-haired policewoman standing at the door. She was wearing a full police uniform, with a police star badge representing the sheriff on her chest, and a black oil lamp in her hand. It seemed that she had just finished a mission.

The badge on the policewoman's chest read Morena.

"Good evening, Ms. Morena, how can I help you?"

"Is there any mail for me?" Morena asked.

"To be precise, tomorrow is my first day on the job, so I don't know if there is one or not."

Wu Chang glanced at the clock, which showed 2:30 in the morning.

No, what’s the lifestyle like in your town? Do you have to go to the post office in the middle of the night to pick up mail?

Morena showed a regretful expression, and after a brief silence, she said, "I'm here to inform you to come to the police station after dawn."

"I just arrived on the island tonight, so it's probably too late for me to do anything illegal." Wu Chang joked.

"I'm not investigating you. As a postal system employee, you need to claim your predecessor's belongings."

(End of this chapter)