Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

As well as several abilities that I have devoured before, such as flying knife technique and so on.

Just as Zhao Ke was lying on the bed, he was thinking about how to find a chance to get rid of these big gift bags next.

The nurse pushed the cart and walked over.

Of course, it wasn't just the nurse's tall figure that attracted attention.

There is also disheveled clothes and a demeanor with slack eyes.

It looked like it had just been through an in-depth blitzkrieg.

Carefully put the potion on Zhao Ke, and help Zhao Ke clean up the wound.

In fact, there are not many wounds.

Except for the severe burns on the face and fingers by Zhao Ke, the physical injuries were not serious.

Now the scars are all over, if the nurse comes later, the wounds on his body will basically heal up.

After carefully instructing Zhao Ke about things, the nurse walked away quickly pushing the car.

Because it is in Europe and the United States, the nurse is tall and tall, and she has indeed attracted the attention of many people along the way.

A soldier with a broken thigh couldn't help pinching her plump buttocks as the nurse walked by.

Looking at the nurse like a frightened little white rabbit, there was a burst of laughter.

The soldier turned around and pinched his thumb and index finger together and put them in his mouth.

"call out……"

The clear and sharp whistle made Zhao Ke frowned, apparently feeling annoyed by the harsh noise.

"Hey, brother, just get used to it slowly."

Zhao Ke turned around and saw a black man lying beside him, smoking half a cigar, as if he was used to such things.

To put it inhumanely, in war, the greatest value of women to soldiers is to vent.

As for humanitarian care...it's a complete nonsense.

The black man was no stranger to such things, so he took out a cigar from the bedside and handed it to Zhao Ke.

"I've heard your story. You are a real man, much better than those dummy. My name is Cargill."

Zhao Ke took the cigar, and after hearing what the black man said, he squinted his eyes at Cargill, and asked curiously, "Aren't you interested?"

There is no racial discrimination, but in Zhao Ke's impression, black people seem to be very concerned about this kind of thing.

Therefore, the calm expression of Jiajill in front of him inevitably made Zhao Kegao take a look.

As for why he was squinting his eyes, it was because Zhao Ke's face was basically burnt beyond recognition at this time, so naturally it was impossible to look at him straightly.

Facing Zhao Ke's question, Cargill smiled bewilderedly on his plump lips.

"Do you know that in the far east, there is a magical country. There is an old saying among them, which is very suitable to describe me."

Zhao Ke was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Jiajill to know a lot, so he couldn't help but ask, "What are you talking about?"

Cargill silently lifted his bed sheet, and pointed to the once majestic place under his crotch.

A crystal tear, accompanied by the green smoke from the cigar, rolled down.

"No chicken talk!"

Zhao Ke squinted his eyes and looked at Jiajill's crotch.

Although I don't know why, Cargill has such a misunderstanding of this sentence.

But the wound on the crotch can indeed give up treatment, and he can only express his silent condolences to Cargill with his eyes.

It was originally a fake chicken, but that's good, it turned into no chicken.

No wonder he is so indifferent, it is really powerless.

"Hmph, after I find that damned prosthesis and kill him, I'll recover, and I'll have ten more by then!"

Cargill finished speaking with an unconvinced face, and then comforted Zhao Ke: "You haven't killed the prosthetics yet, don't worry, this time the sweep is over, and I will definitely kill those prostheses for you."

Zhao Ke's heart moved, he nodded and pretended to be excited and said: "That's really great, but I haven't succeeded in killing the prosthesis so far, so I don't know what kind of feeling it is, it must be very good."

"Of course!"

It seems that when talking about prostheses, Cargill opened up the conversation. In fact, I can understand it. After all, I don’t want to watch others dance while I hide. There is no chicken talk.

Zhao Ke sat aside, listening to what Jiajill meant.

It seems that after killing the so-called prosthetics, they are able to gain a large amount of energy, and at the same time restore their own disability diseases.

Not only that, but one's own strength will be greatly enhanced.

This is the source of their belief. Everything is false. Only by killing the false can one truly return to the real self. When one dies, one can return to the embrace of the real body, instead of being absorbed by another self in the parallel plane.

No matter how Zhao Ke heard it, he felt a little fallacious.

But for this idea, I really can't find a reason to oppose it.

"Those big guys, I heard that they absorb enough power to mutate and become monsters with infinite strength. I'm really envious."

It turns out that as long as you absorb enough power, you will transform into an elite warrior.

This is a very crucial news, Zhao Ke silently wrote it down in his heart.

But Zhao Ke immediately smiled mysteriously, and said in a low voice: "Don't be envious, getting bigger is not a good thing, even though they have turned into Hulks, after all, you can't see black widows everywhere."

Cargill was taken aback when he heard the words, as if he didn't understand what it meant.

But as Ke Zhao quietly took out his mobile phone from the stamp album, he clicked on a moving picture of Hulk and Black Widow.

Seeing Jiajill's face, he couldn't help showing a smile that only a man could understand, although the smile was a bit ugly.

But I have to say that in less than half an hour, because of this picture, the two of them had more words with each other.

Zhao Ke gradually revealed a lot of secrets about the base from Cargill's mouth.

One of them is that death is not allowed.

Once dead, the power will be dispersed and distributed to people in other parallel planes, enhancing the strength of the enemy in disguise.