Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

This guy used to be a top postman among the intermediate postmen.

In reality, he has been apprenticed to Chenjiagou since he was a child. This is very similar to Ao Lie. They are all from Lianjiazi. After becoming a postman, he has made himself a master of skills and is far easier to succeed than ordinary people.

It's just that the difference is that the wild way of hunting is far inferior to Wu Jiu's roots.

The two really fought. At the same level, Mou Lie was far from Wu Jiu's opponent.

As a result, Smoking Gun just thought of Wu Jiu, turned around and saw that this guy was delivered to the door by himself.

You said, such a clever thing in the world is really embarrassing.

Hearing the word Big Boss, Wang Mazi couldn't help but frowned, glanced at the roster in the hand of the big smoker, and hesitated: "What do you want me to do?"

The big smoking gun pointed at Zhao Ke with the pipe in his hand: "Ten days... no... It's nine days, how much can be improved!"

"he!"

When Wang Mazi looked at Zhao Ke, he couldn't help showing disgust on his face. This kind of look made Zhao Ke very unhappy.

Zhao Ke is very familiar with this look of disdain and contempt.

Because when I look at other chefs, I often look like this.

But Smoking Gun knows Zhao Ke better than ordinary people.

Before Zhao Ke opened his mouth,

Gently pull a handful of Zhao Ke with one hand.

Whispered in Zhao Ke's ear: "This guy is a top melee combat expert, and among the intermediate postmen, he can also be ranked in the top ten. If you don't learn from him, you will lose a lot!"

"so smart?"

Although the big smoking gun is unreliable, there is one thing that Zhao Ke feels deeply. The guy who takes advantage of it is definitely a top expert.

Being able to be said so mysteriously by him, it is a lie in Zhao Ke's heart to say that he is not tempted.

Reminiscent, Wang Mazi once beat himself.

He patted his shoulder with one hand, but he didn't dodge it.

It can be seen that there is at least [-]% credibility in what Big Smoking Gun said.

"Of course, there is a specialization in art. When it comes to killing people, you are not as professional as others!"

The big smoking gun is true.

Killing fish, butchering cattle, Zhao Ke is a profession within a profession.

But when it comes to killing people, Zhao Ke is actually quite an amateur.

But it was supported by the talent of angry personality and his own ability.

This is also a common problem with most postmen.

The real skill of killing is definitely not because you suddenly have a certain ability, you have this skill.

It is a killing skill that has been honed through thousands of years, and even generations of masters have continuously streamlined and studied it in depth, and finally formed the killing skill.

Even if you are extremely powerful in front of these people, you are still full of flaws.

This is also why in reality, people with a little background will progress faster than ordinary people when they enter the horror space.

Because their foundation is strong enough, even in reality, they have already mastered the essence of killing skills.

It's definitely not as simple as being ahead at the starting line.

It is to decide the foundation of this lofty building.

"Hmph, since the big boss favors me, I won't refuse, but... the steamed buns have to be taken care of!"

As Wang Mazi was talking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed two steamed buns, put them in his mouth, and ate each bite with great enjoyment.

For him, it seems that he doesn't care about the medicinal effect of these steamed buns, but cares more about the taste of these steamed buns.

But when Zhao Ke and Big Smoker saw this, they looked at each other and smiled.

How can there be such a good deal in the world to exchange steamed buns for craftsmanship.

……

Tibet, Potala Hospital.

"How, no news yet?"

Song Heng carefully walked out of the ward and saw Luo Qing outside the door. Although he already had the answer in his heart, he couldn't help asking.

Luo Qing shook his head, carefully glanced at the ward through the window.

"I can't find it. The police station, including the airport, are looking for it, but they can't find anything. The police are staring at the surveillance cameras in three shifts. They searched all the 24-hour surveillance videos, but they still haven't found anyone."

The second senior brother disappeared, and he was still in full view, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The surveillance of the plane and the surveillance of the airport are all looking for, but it seems that it has been a while, and Zhao Ke disappeared without a trace.

On Zhao Ke's seat, except for an urn, nothing was found on it.

When they noticed that Zhao Ke disappeared, the plane hadn't landed yet, who knows how this guy disappeared.

"Damn it, you bastard!"

Song Heng slammed his fists on the door frame hard, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Because of Zhao Ke's words.

Song Hengbian sold the equity of the hotel under his name, and even sold two properties at a low price to raise enough funds.

In the eyes of others, Song Heng is crazy.

Nearly ten million assets were sold at a low price in order to realize them as soon as possible.

The purpose is just to send the old man into Tibet.

After paying so much, Song Heng didn't care at all, but what annoyed him was that at this moment, Zhao Ke, the bastard, had disappeared.

Played missing.

Right now, all of them are trapped in this hospital.