Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It's that Cargill who often talks about nothing (chicken).

Apart from him, in Zhao Ke's impression, there is no one who has eliminated J2 so thoroughly.

"Why is he here??"

Looking at Fat Pig lying on the cold operating table, Zhao Ke was full of confusion.

Obviously, Zhao Ke didn't realize how much his bad luck had affected Fat Pig.

If he hadn't been tough enough, he would have died long ago.

In a coma, the only good luck was being rescued by this group of people in time.

But since then, he has been lying on this cold operating table with a dizzy head, being studied by two old guys every day.

"Hey, he's rotten down like this, so he can't just be like this, what if something goes wrong and he dies?"

The two old men finally looked between the fat pig's legs.

Although the wound was treated.

But this kind of injury is very troublesome. After the wound opened during this period, it continued to deteriorate.

If they continue, they are afraid that the wound will continue to worsen and the fat pig will not be able to survive.

He didn't care about the life and death of the fat pig.

The point is that they really need the antibodies produced by fat pigs against the S virus.

After Zhao Ke heard what the two said, he immediately raised his eyebrows, stood up and said, "Report, such a wound must be dealt with urgently. I think I have a way to deal with his wound."

"you!"

The two old men looked at each other, and they really needed to deal with Fat Pig's wound.

But the fat pig's wound was really troublesome. The wound was so large that at least a professional doctor was needed to perform the operation.

Therefore, regarding Zhao Ke's words, the two couldn't help showing suspicious expressions on their faces.

"How do you want to deal with his wound, if it's a simple bandage, then forget it."

A doctor asked.

Zhao Ke glanced at Fat Pig's wound, his eyes gradually narrowed into a slit.

Before thinking of this guy, he actually wanted to sneak attack him. In his eyes, he couldn't help but said with a teasing smile: "Simple, play him a B."

Chapter 758 Vibration Oh!

"pain--"

Fat Pig gradually regained some consciousness from the stupor.

In my impression, I was in bad luck.

Get tips from the stamp book.

Soaring died, and the hunting dog group he joined was forcibly disbanded.

This news made Fat Pig feel dazed for a while.

The hunting guy is actually dead? ?

This news undoubtedly surprised Fat Pig deeply.

At the same time, I can't help but guess how this guy died.

Even if the strength is divided into three, Mouhun is Mouhun after all. It is said that in reality, this guy was born in Lianjiazi. After becoming a postman, he went straight all the way and his luck exploded.

Soon, some fame was made in the horror space.

It was also because of this that he joined the hunting dog group, hoping to find a chance to steal the hunting luck.

But because this guy is hard to get close to, in reality he is even more of a penance madman, returning to reality is to close himself and go to fanatical penance.

I had no chance to approach him at all.

It is precisely because of this that Fat Pig knows how fierce Aohun's strength is.

But this guy actually died?It really surprised Ao Lie. In a trance, he didn't pay attention to his route and walked to the refugee camp unknowingly.

As a result, a black figure suddenly appeared in the huge deep cave in the refugee camp, almost dragging himself into the cave.

Fat Pig sensed that something was wrong for a moment, but at that moment his heart turned cold.

He also tried his best to struggle and run out.

Almost died in that ghost place.

As a result, before he could catch his breath, his feet slipped and he fell directly from the ruins, hitting the ground head first.

Thanks to his head, he retained the ability of his vajra body, otherwise he would have lost his head if he fell from such a height.

Even so, he was thrown so hard that he passed out immediately.

He was dizzy, as if he heard someone's excited roar, as if he said something... found an antibody or something.

Fat Pig has no impression of the rest.

I only remember that during my coma, these people always seemed to love to prick themselves with needles.

It's a pity that his incorruptible body was separated by the other two prostheses, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a mess.

At this moment consciousness came back, Fat Pig shook his head.

He found himself lying on a metal chair.

And the surroundings are not the ruins in the impression, but a white glass house.

Through the glass, Fat Pig could see that various people in isolation suits were surrounding the glass room, staring at him from time to time.

Occasionally use a pen to write something in the notebook.

"People? Living people?"

Although it was strange, when Fat Pig saw these living people, he felt very kind.

Even if you don't know where you are now.