Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Seeing this subtle move of the other party, Zhao Ke can be sure that it is Cui Jianguo, because this is a person who wears glasses all the year round, and often worries about adjusting the position of his glasses when they fall off.

At the same time as Cui Jianguo jumped into the carriage.

A deafening gunshot suddenly exploded in the carriage.

The gunshots were completely different from ordinary gunshots.

It was more like a thunderstorm, which made people's ears buzz.

When the gunshot sounded, the samurai seemed to sense the danger and subconsciously wanted to dodge.

But compared to the speed of the bullet, his speed is too slow.

"Boom!"

The bullet that was shot was not one, but a piece.

It smashed dense holes on the samurai like a flowering bullet.

Of course, with such a great power, the sacrifice is also great.

I saw Cui Jianguo get started, and the specially modified barrel exploded at the same time as he fired.

Even the hand holding the gun became bloody and bloody.

"Hurry up, smash that jar, or we'll all die!"

Ignoring his own bloody palm, he saw Cui Jianguo flying behind the warrior, trying to create an opportunity for Zhao Ke.

Also at this time, in the backpack that fell to the ground beside him, he heard the noise of the radio.

"We got out of trouble, where are you? We found an abandoned train, but strangely, the altar on that train was completely smashed."

On the radio, the woman's voice was very excited, and there was a burst of rejoicing after the catastrophe.

But at this moment, except for Wang Mazi, who was lying on the ground motionless, listening, Zhao Ke couldn't even guess a word.

When he saw Cui Jianguo desperately entangled with the warrior, revealing the clay pot on the altar behind.

In Zhao Ke's deep eyes, there was a cold and stern light.

While getting up from the ground, he strode through the narrow gap and pulled out the kitchen knife behind him.

It seems that all the strength is poured out...

He stabbed out with a knife.

"Pfft!"

The cold blade pierced his chest, causing Cui Jianguo's body to freeze there suddenly.

Turning his head slowly, he looked at Zhao Ke in disbelief.

His eyes were like a faint flame, flickering in the strong wind, staring at his heart, his body slowly slipped from the warrior's body to the ground.

"We're out...can you hear me?"

The radio station on the side was still flickering from time to time, but with the flickering lights, the voice on the radio was repeating the last sentence over and over again.

"Boom..."

The warrior's armor fell to the ground with Cui Jianguo's body, and immediately scattered on the ground as if the skeleton had been pulled away.

Looking at the scattered samurai armor, Zhao Ke couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Looking at Cui Jianguo in front of him: "I think this farce can come to an end. The only thing I want to know is what will happen if I smash this pot."

Hearing Zhao Ke's words, Cui Jianguo's eyes became even more confused: "You don't even know the result, so you kill me??"

"Is there a difference?"

Zhao Ke raised his other hand from behind, revealing the pistol in his hand: "There is still a bullet in this gun. If it kills you, I can still smash this clay pot at any time."

There is often a question on the Internet, 100 yuan and 10 yuan are dropped on the ground, which one you pick up.

Seems like a multiple choice question.

But in fact, after thinking about it for a while, I know that this is obviously a bonus question, and of course I picked up both of them!

Zhao Ke's approach is exactly the same as the answer to this question.

"you……"

Faced with Zhao Ke's answer, it was almost a rogue answer.

Cui Jianguo was stunned for a while, then suddenly laughed, but there was a strong bitterness in the smile: "I think you are too kind."

"We came out...can you hear...the altar was smashed..."

At this time, the radio station on the side was still flashing, but it was still repeating the previous sentence, like a repeater.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke picked up the radio and put it in his hand.

"From the very beginning, I always kept doubts in my heart, but the direction of the doubts was not the radio station, but another group of people in the radio station. In fact, these people are all fabricated by you."

Look at the radio station in your hand, because there is a lesson learned from "Conclusion of the Coffin".

Zhao Ke subconsciously confused the two.

In fact, Zhao Ke never thought that this radio station itself is just a cover?

Wang Mazi was lying on the ground, almost out of breath, but he kept his ears up and listened carefully, but the more he listened, the bigger his head became, and he couldn't understand what was going on.

"Actually, I didn't expect it at first, but I had a short dream just now, um, let's talk about dreams, maybe it was a hallucination.

I saw a woman without a face, that is, from this moment,

I was thinking, if everything is fake...

Including the station itself, then... what will be the result! "

Zhao Ke was just suspicious at first, but after Zhao Ke was cast in this shadow, he felt as if he was trapped in a huge trap.

The most terrifying thing is that they have stepped into the trap, but they don't realize where the real deadly crisis lies.

It was precisely because of this that Zhao Ke became suspicious of the clay pot in front of him.

Do not!