Under the night, when the wind blew, the trees swayed back and forth, and the shadows of the branches intertwined, like a claw that only wanted to catch prey. Jason watched all this, and after taking a few deep breaths, he stepped on the accelerator.
Buzz!
The modified classic car roared through this street and entered the destination required by the 'employer'.
District 26 of the city that never sleeps!
Here, street gunfights can happen at any time during the day or night, and explosions are as random as setting off fireworks.
If possible, Jason would never want to set foot here in his life.
Unfortunately, he had no choice.
Just like a year ago, he suddenly traveled here and inherited the job of his predecessor as "postman" and the name "Jason", both of which were involuntary.
Want to quit?
Facing a group of strong men with guns pointed at him, Jason, who didn't want to die, naturally knew what he should do.
And this has been going on for nearly a year.
In the city that never sleeps, few 'postmen' can work for a full year.
In fact, most "postmen" don't even work for three months.
Even after just one delivery, they all disappeared without a trace.
Some of them took the goods and fled.
Of course, more were killed.
As a 'postman' who has been working for a full year, Jason's good reputation has been favored by many employers, and many really big jobs have begun to actively seek out Jason.
If possible, Jason would never accept these big jobs, even if those big jobs would bring extremely high wages.
Because the hidden risks are beyond Jason's ability to bear. He knows very well that the reason why he has lived longer than other 'postmen' is not because of his outstanding abilities, but because he is not greedy or curious and only keeps his head down.
Do your own thing well, get the reward you deserve, and never look around.
However, Jason still had no choice.
He couldn't help himself.
He is just a 'postman' under the 'old man'. Although his 'performance' is good, it only allows him to get a better living environment and food than others, and then get some learning opportunities: from basic fighting to firearms.
use.
And this is also to allow him to better complete his work as a 'postman'.
The 'old man' is not a philanthropist.
A true philanthropist would not keep a group of gangster-like gunmen.
Jason had seen how the 'old man' dealt with the 'postmen' who failed to complete their tasks. Those guys were hung on telephone poles, dried slowly, and became food for crows.
Therefore, facing the 'old man's' order, he could only choose to obey.
He didn't want to be hanged, let alone become food for crows after death.
He wants to live.
So, he came to the more dangerous area 26.
Jason's eyes scanned the surroundings, trying not to miss the slightest bit of strangeness.
Holding the steering wheel tightly, Jason's attention was as focused as ever.
Jason didn't want to be stopped and asked for directions, let alone be kissed by a stray bullet.
Based on the map that he spent two hours memorizing in his mind down to each house number, Jason drove the car quickly around several street corners and stopped accurately at the door of his destination.
19 Tell Street, District 26.
The exterior of the building was dilapidated, and there were still black traces of the explosion. Almost all the buildings above three floors had disappeared, leaving only two floors of the building.
Boom, boom.
"Hello, postman."
Knocking on the door, Jason introduced himself.
Ever since he learned in a casual conversation that a colleague of his was shot to death by the owner of the house for pushing the door open casually, Jason developed a good habit of knocking on the door before entering the room.
Squeak.
The door was opened a crack, and one eye was hidden in the darkness, looking at Jason.
When he saw the backpack in Jason's hand, the door slowly opened to a larger gap. The owner of the house was still hidden in the darkness. Only one hand stretched out, and this hand was wearing a black hat.
leather gloves.
Jason handed over the backpack very knowingly.
Then, he raised his hands high and stepped back slowly.
He didn't want his actions to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
"etc!"
The hoarse voice made Jason retreat, and then the other party handed out a backpack.
"Bring this to 203 King Street in the 16th arrondissement before midnight today!"
The other party said this.
"This is against the rules..."
"Okay, you have the final say!"
Jason said subconsciously, but when he saw the pistol in the other person's hand, especially when the gun was pointed at him, Jason immediately changed his words, walked back carefully, and took the backpack.
Don't irritate guests randomly.
Because you never know what identity your guest is hiding.
This is the first piece of advice for a 'postman'.
Jason is always in my mind.
It was similar to the backpack Jason gave the other party. It was a backpack, but it was at least twice as heavy.
Jason restrained his curiosity very well and did not guess what was inside, let alone look at it at will.
He just remained silent and stood in front of the door.
'Since the other party has chosen 'mail', they must pay.'
This is the rule of the 'postmen' in the city that never sleeps.
Don’t know the rules?
You must know that it was not just the 'postman' who failed to complete his task that the old man hanged.
The other party obviously knows the rules.
After a while, a brown paper bag was handed out.
"Your reward."
After Jason took the brown paper bag, the door immediately slammed shut.
Without checking his pay, the moment the door closed, Jason grabbed his backpack and a brown paper bag and ran quickly towards his car.
With his good eyesight, he could already see several people in the distance looking at the place with malicious eyes.
In a place like District 26, where gangs are rampant, standing on the street without cover is like a little sheep walking into a pack of wolves. It is not only dangerous but also deadly.
No matter how strong your body is, it can't stop a bullet coming from the dark place.
Jason was slightly relieved when he got into the driver's seat, but immediately he held his breath.
because……
The muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of his head.
Jason had no idea when there was an extra person in his car, but this did not prevent him from making the right choice——
He first raised his hands high, and then spoke very quickly but very clearly.
"Sir, what do you want?"
"Is it these, or is it my wallet? It's in the left pocket of my pants."
"Hand over your backpack and paper bag, don't play tricks!"
The sound came from behind his head, just like the muzzle of the gun pointed at the back of Jason's head. It was not only cold and hard, but also gave Jason no choice.
"OK!"
Jason replied immediately.
This was not in line with the rules of a 'postman', but Jason didn't hesitate.
rule?
In front of a small life, it is worthless!
Just following the other party's instructions, he picked up the backpack and paper bag that were temporarily placed on the passenger seat and handed them to the other party.
The whole process became slow and awkward because Jason still held up his left hand and did not turn his upper body. He only relied on his right hand to pick up and hand things over.
When the time came, he snatched it away.
Although Jason chose to let go the moment the other person raised his hand, the pulling sensation from the backpack still made Jason's fingers feel pain.
But with a pistol pressed against the back of his head, Jason pursed his lips tightly to prevent himself from making a sound. At the same time, he lowered his head and did not choose to look at the situation in the back of the car through the rearview mirror.
The other party was able to enter his car without him noticing, so he was obviously not an ordinary person.
At least, among the old man's men, only two were able to do this.
Those two guys were both the old man's confidants, one of them was his fighting and firearms teacher, and the other one could knock him down with a single blow.
Being together for a long time made him understand that when faced with such a person, any clever observation would only serve to alert the other person.
Once the other party is alerted, he is truly doomed.
but,
Jason also did not choose true obedience.
Because he couldn't guarantee whether the other party would shoot.
Faced with a threat to his life, Jason would definitely choose to obey if he could be safe and sound, but if compliance could not save his own life, Jason would not mind giving it his all.
He adjusted his breathing according to the method he was taught, preparing to grab the gun when the other party checked the backpack and brown paper bag!
This is not an easy task.
But Jason knew this was his only chance.
The only good thing is that from the first day he became a 'postman', Jason, who felt insecure in his heart, rehearsed similar situations more than once for the sake of his own life.
For a year, except for necessary things, Jason fantasized in his mind about what kind of trouble he would encounter and how to solve it while eating.
And, try it countless times and try your best to do your best.
As a 'postman', the situation where a gun was suddenly pressed to the back of the head in the car was the most dangerous situation for him to practice.
The sound of a zipper being unzipped sounded in my ears.
three!
two!
one!
Silently calculating the time it would take for the opponent to see the items in the backpack, Jason, who had simulated it countless times, almost instinctively moved his upper body to the right. At the same time, he grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand, and then immediately used all his strength
Push the muzzle upward.
boom!
The moment the muzzle of the gun was raised, the gun went off. The bullet grazed Jason's ear and shot through the roof of the car in an instant. The strong smell of gunpowder began to fill the car. Jason completely ignored the temperature of the muzzle after it was fired.
He just grabbed the barrel of the gun with his right hand, and then pulled it.
Click!
There was a clear crisp sound from the other party's finger.
Human knuckles are flexible and fragile. Even after years of training, as long as you find the right angle, it is not difficult to defeat him with one blow - this is what the guy who taught him fighting and shooting said, and Jason kept it in mind.
, I also practiced countless times to save my life.
So, everything becomes easy and familiar.
The only difference is the real screams.
It was even more miserable than Jason imagined.
It can even be said to be terrifying.
"Ahhh!"
Amid the cry of pain, the other party simply let go. Jason grabbed the pistol and did not turn around. Instead, he pushed the door and got out of the car, then turned around and pointed the gun behind him.
However, when Jason saw clearly the situation in the back of the car at this moment, his whole body trembled.
