Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Same name, different brand.

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Speaking of this, I reminded Zhao Ke of one thing. Zhao Ke turned his head and looked at Fat Pig: "By the way, it seems that you haven't returned the tortoise shell that I lent you last time."

Fat Pig: "..."

The bastard shell is fine, but the tortoise shell is definitely not ordinary.

But Zhao Ke didn't intend to chase after it, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Give it back to me when we meet next time."

Fat Pig nodded, but quickly figured out "Next time??"

"Yeah, if I can escape from that ghost place successfully, oh, I will introduce my wife then, I believe, then you will be very happy."

What Zhao Ke said was so vague that Fat Pig couldn't understand what it meant.

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he patted Fat Pig on the shoulder: "I'll leave the rest to you, this big guy can only last for two hours!"

"Uh... well!"

Thinking of which task Zhao Ke entrusted to him, although it was very difficult, if it was just running wildly and delaying time.

Fat Pig felt that he was still very confident.

As Zhao Ke said, he took out a whole set of black tight-fitting armor from the postal album and put it on. It was the armor worn by high-level fighters.

After completely covering his face, Zhao Ke took two steps on his hind legs, and then his figure completely disappeared into the air.

"gone??"

The fat pig tried to raise his nose to sniff, but he really didn't smell the smell of a living person.

Looking back again, I saw that the giant's big hand grabbed the head of Moo Lie, like smashing a walnut, and knocked... on the ground.

Seeing that the overlord effect of Hunting Hunting gradually began to disappear little by little.

Fat Pig's eyes couldn't help but excited smiles, suddenly, he wanted to let Mou Lie have a taste of electrocution.

But after thinking about it, I don’t have a vibrato device?

Thinking of this, Fat Pig took a private look, and there were no suitable substitutes around.

In the end, he looked at his crotch, and after a moment of silence, perhaps it was because of this period of hard training and shifting gears that made Fat Pig a little tired.

He let out a long sigh, and said in a rather helpless tone: "Well, as a human being, you have to overcome difficulties!"

Saying this, I saw the fat pig from his stamp album.

Silently took out a mace.

"Quick, quick! All streets are completely blocked, prepare for the thunder formation!"

Not far from the fork, I saw a large number of guards rushing over.

What Mouhun brought this time was just an elite squad, after all, it was just dealing with a fat pig, so Mouhun still had some pride in his heart.

So no more manpower was arranged.

After all, the more low-key you can solve this kind of thing, the more you can show your ability.

It's just that he didn't expect that his pride would soon be rubbed back and forth on the ground by the giant made from the Butcher's Box.

Under Zhao Ke's instruction, the giant was attacking destructively. Such a big movement would naturally be captured by the base's cameras.

Hearing the ear-piercing sirens in the base, one knew that the current state of the hunt was probably not good.

At this time, a senior soldier's eyes suddenly locked on the corner, and he walked forward cautiously, and saw a companion lying there with a bloody chest.

"Hey, there's a wounded man over there!"

Glancing at it, the code on the chest belongs to the elite unit under the command of Soaring Hunting.

"Hurry up, help my lord, big... my lord... seriously...injured!"

The other party's intermittent voice came from the other party's mouth, but before he could finish speaking, he fainted.

Zhao Ke could clearly feel the strong morphine being injected into his skin with the needle inserted into his skin as he heard the sound of medical patients coming.

But as Lu Xun said.

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

Zhao Ke activated his two personalities of laziness and arrogance, lying on a stretcher, no matter how he was rescued, his heartbeat was always in a dying state.

But Zhao Ke's five senses are sharper than ever.

Maybe it's the fat cat's betrayal, or maybe it's the sudden appearance of a giant, and the violently beaten Hunting under the monitor.

The faces of the surrounding soldiers couldn't help being covered with a layer of lingering chill.

The elite fighters, who were fully armed to the teeth, had already started pushing towards the laboratory.

Zhao Ke didn't want to pay attention to it, whether it was Thunder God Formation or those elite fighters.

From this moment on, the life and death of Fat Pig has nothing to do with him.

If at this point, Fat Pig has no way to survive by himself, then Zhao Ke can only say that he was wrong.

As Zhao Ke said, his support and supplies are not free.

For example, in those novels, the protagonist distributes his resources to his subordinates at every turn, and even refines elixirs for them.

This kind of nanny-style team is not what Zhao Ke wants.

I believe Fat Pig should also understand this point very well, as much as he wants to get from himself, he has to bear for himself accordingly.

At this moment, Zhao Ke's slightly closed eyelashes suddenly trembled a few times.

I saw another one, the giant that Zhao Ke was looking forward to, finally appeared in his five senses as he expected.

But his appearance also made Zhao Ke involuntarily seep cold sweat from his forehead.

Looking at the back of the second child, Zhao Ke didn't even dare to explore his five senses, after all, the other party was truly perfect.

Even if it is a counterfeit, for me, it can also be described as bottomless.

Don't forget, the opponent is an MT in the hunting dog group. Even if his perception is not strong, his sensitivity and judgment of danger are definitely among the best.