Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

I have never heard of that cook, who went to study instant noodles.

If instant noodles need research, how can they be worthy of the name instant noodles?

Ignoring Luo Qing, Zhao Ke lay on the sofa, looking out of the window from time to time.

Without the cover of clouds, the sun shines in through the windows.

The harsh light made many people choose to close the sunshade of the window.

But Zhao Ke closed his eyes slightly instead, enjoying the feeling of the sun shining on him.

The whole body is warm, as if soaked in a hot spring, and the whole body is very light, which makes Zhao Ke vigorous and vigorous, and begins to be continuously catalyzed.

It's like a big tree that has survived the cold winter, and it feels like it gradually grows new branches in the sun.

The dazed Zhao Ke fell asleep unknowingly in the sunlight.

This was the first time he slept so sweetly except sleeping in the coffin.

"Sir, sir!"

I don't know how long I slept, Zhao Ke frowned, and woke up instantly when he heard someone calling him.

But after seeing that it was a stewardess, Zhao Ke's vigilance relaxed a lot.

"Sir, we are about to reach our destination, please fasten your seat belt."

Zhao Ke nodded, and tied the seat belt around his waist. Not to mention, after a good night's sleep, Zhao Ke's mental state was exceptionally good.

Squint through the window and look down.

I saw that it was already night outside, with brightly lit lights, and being able to overlook the night view of a city from the plane was simply beautiful.

"it's beautiful!"

It was the first time for Zhao Ke to see such a beautiful night scene, but just as he finished speaking, suddenly!The expression on Zhao Ke's face froze there.

They are going to Tibet.

Does Tibet have such a huge city? ?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke quickly opened the partition door between the seats, and took a look.

But the old man, Luo Qing, and the accompanying medical staff had all disappeared.

At the same time, Zhao Ke's stamp album sent a harsh reminder to Zhao Ke.

[Main Mission 1: Countdown to Riot! 】

Chapter 675 The Riot Begins

got inside? ?

Zhao Ke was taken aback for a moment, presumably he had fallen asleep, and it was time to enter before he knew it.

Turn on the sleep light on the side, open the dresser, and look at yourself in the mirror.

A middle-aged man's face, with a tall nose bridge, dark brown eyes, a cold and distinct chin, a layer of golden stubble, and his own golden hair.

With the appearance of an adult uncle, paired with a brown plaid suit, he looks very temperamental.

"Good material, are you a business elite?"

His finger was drawn across the material of the suit. To be honest, Zhao Ke liked this kind of attire quite a bit. The simple and clean, rice-style suit added a bit of stability to the middle-aged man.

Zhao Ke took out a mobile phone, a wallet, and a business card holder in his pocket.

"Osho Matthews"

This is my current identity name, the information on the business card, as I thought, is the project leader of an information engineering company. ,

Zhao Ke quickly remembered his identity information, then called out the stamp album, and carefully looked at the main mission.

[Main task: Riot countdown]

[Reminder: A special riot is about to break out, please prepare for the riot. 】

2:22 seconds

Under the reminder of the main task, a small countdown number appeared in front of Zhao Ke.

It looked like there were still 2 minutes before the riot.

"riot??"

The word riot made Zhao Ke frowned and let go of his five senses.

With Zhao Ke as the center, the five senses radiate the entire business class and first class.

There are children, there are women, there are some local rich youths wearing famous brands and famous watches in their hands, and there are also some bald middle-aged men with big bellies.

This allowed Zhao Ke to be sure that this was a normal plane.

But the word riot, for some reason, always makes Zhao Ke feel very uneasy.

Especially the damn countdown, the sound of da da da, it's more like a reminder to die.

Read the mission prompts and prepare for the riot.

Zhao Ke's understanding is that if it is possible, does that mean that he can strike first and kill the riot at its root? ?

It sounds difficult, but the range of movement of the aircraft is limited, and such a small range may not be impossible.

Even if you don't succeed, the initiative will be in your own hands.

Zhao passengers in business class and first class have confirmed that there is no problem.

The only thing left is the economy class, and the cargo compartment of the aircraft to store luggage.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke stood up from his chair.

"Sir, we are about to start landing. For your safety, please return to your seat."

Seeing Zhao Ke coming out, a stewardess immediately stepped forward to stop him.

Zhao Ke glanced at the countdown to the riot.

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back soon, I promise, soon, I can't help it."