Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Seeing the dark green poisonous mist coming, a high-ranking warrior activated a power, and a gust of wind was born between his hands.

Accompanied by the rapid rotation of the storm, a huge suction gushed out from the center of the storm, trying to inhale the poisonous mist in the air.

Watching the poisonous mist gradually being drawn into the storm, it did not spread out in time.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, the senior warrior who activated the ability suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ready, have a hug with Death??"

The cold voice came from the ear, causing the supernatural warrior to suddenly fall into the ice cave.

The intruder who was still in front of the door just now appeared behind him without knowing when.

Those strong and strong arms, like steel, suddenly hugged him in his arms from behind.

The opponent's body was like red-hot iron, with a slight touch, the muscles immediately began to rot amidst the burning pain.

In the blink of an eye.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this powerful high-ranking soldier was corroded to the flesh, which is simply too horrible to look at.

Have you ever seen a skinned rabbit hanging on a tree with blurred blood, and its legs are still jumping?

This is what he looks like at this time, and people can clearly see that this senior soldier is in the embrace of the other party.

With a desperate and stern wail, his body quickly turned into a bloody corpse.

Panicked emotions immediately spread in everyone's hearts.

As they had already dedicated their lives to the true god, they were also frightened by such a death at this time.

It's too awful.

Watching and feeling the process of his body being decomposed, it is really like embracing the god of death.

Apart from despair, they can't feel the peace of returning to the true god as advertised by any legion.

A soldier was in panic and wanted to choose to flee for his life.

But when he turned around, a cold light flashed in his pupils.

The cold blade slid across his aorta, easily cutting through the muscles and cartilage under the skin.

"puff!"

Sealing the throat with a knife, the method is clean and neat, without muddling.

It seems that killing a person, in the hands of the other party, is as easy as killing a chicken and a dog.

In the darkness, a blond-haired boy gradually emerged.

After wiping the blood-stained knife blade with the clothes on the corpse, he urged: "Second brother, don't get inked, and get rid of them quickly. The boss said, don't let any one go."

"Hey hey, okay!"

The man known as the second brother grinned, revealing a mouthful of big khaki teeth.

The figure quickly rushed into the crowd.

The slaughter like a tiger into a flock.

Even these high-level fighters possess unique skills, and are assisted by abilities and high-tech equipment.

But what they were facing was an intermediate postman master.

Even if they are not in the top ranks, neither the strength nor the killing experience are far from what these high-level fighters can compare.

The wailing sound behind him made Zhao Ke and the cook couldn't help but glance at each other.

The two of them didn't seem to expect that the other party would be rushed to the hospital so quickly.

Those disabled soldiers and wounded in the hospital are not on the same level as the other party at all.

Zhao Ke originally hoped that the riot army would make the other party suffer, but now it seems that he was thinking too much.

"move!"

Knowing something was wrong, Zhao Ke hurriedly pulled Kerry Lass back.

As for the rioting legionnaires in the hospital, Zhao Ke could only pray that they would last longer.

The two walked from the corridor of the hospital to the back door.

Along the way, Zhao Ke held Kerry Rath's arm tightly, which naturally attracted strange looks from many people.

When the two reached the fork.

"Wait!"

A soldier chased him up from behind, his eyes focused on Zhao Ke's face, obviously he recognized Zhao Ke, even though he couldn't remember his name.

But Zhao Ke's burnt face is still very recognizable.

"Where are you going?"

A soldier wanted to stop Zhao Ke, but the words just came out.

But I saw Zhao Ke stepped forward with a stride, and suddenly squeezed his palm firmly, like a tiger coming out of the cage, and punched the soldier's lower rib with an inch fist.

The power that Zhao Ke's avatar erupted at this time was definitely no less than that of an ordinary low-level postman, even strong but not weak.

The soldier was caught off guard, only to feel that the viscera in his abdomen had been squeezed into a ball.

The whole face turned blue-purple, the mouth opened and saliva sprayed out, and the face could not breathe.

Before he could make a move, the cold dagger pierced down the back of his neck, and with a slight swipe of the blade, the soldier fell to the ground as if his soul had been sucked out.

Zhao Ke made a series of movements, fast and accurate, which made the eyes of Kerry Rath behind him become hot.

"The more I look at it, the more I feel that you are more like a cook. Even the movements of killing people are similar to that of the process of slaughtering a cow."

Zhao Ke didn't have time to pay attention to Keri Rath's teasing.

He dragged her to the backyard.

Seeing the armored vehicle behind him, Kerry Rath's eyes lit up, and he was about to move forward.