In the night, when the wind blows, the tree sways back and forth, and the shadows of the branches are intertwined, like a claw that only wants to catch the prey. Jason watched all this, and after taking a few deep breaths, he stepped on the accelerator.
hum!
The modified classic car passed through the street with a roar, and entered the destination required by the 'employer'.
District 26 of the city that never sleeps!
Here, street gun battles can happen at any time, day or night, and explosions are as random as setting off fireworks.
Jason would never want to set foot here if he could.
Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice.
Just like when he suddenly traveled here a year ago, and inherited the job of his predecessor as 'postman' and the name 'Jason', he couldn't help himself.
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 it took nearly a year to do this.
In the city that never sleeps, very few 'postmen' can work for a full year.
In fact, most 'postmen' don't even last three months.
Even, after only one delivery, they disappeared without a trace.
Part of it is taking goods and fleeing privately.
Of course, more were killed.
As a "postman" who is about to work for a full year, Jason's good reputation has been favored by many employers, and many real big jobs began to find Jason on his own initiative.
Jason would never have accepted these big jobs if he could, even if the big jobs would bring a very high salary.
Because Jason couldn't bear the risks hidden in it. He knew very well that the reason why he lived longer than other 'postmen' was not because of his outstanding ability, but because he was not greedy or curious, and would only bow his head Do your own thing well, take the reward you deserve, and never look around.
However, Jason still had no choice.
He can't help himself.
He is just a 'postman' under the 'old man'. Although the 'performance' is good, it can only allow 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 let him better complete the job of 'postman'.
The 'Old Man' was no philanthropist.
A true philanthropist would not keep a gang of gunmen like gangsters.
Jason had seen how the 'old man' dealt with the 'postmen' who hadn't completed their tasks. Those guys were hung on the 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 be 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 let go of the slightest strangeness.
Holding the steering wheel tightly, Jason's concentration was unprecedented.
Jason didn't want to be stopped to 'ask for directions', and he didn't want to be kissed by a stray bullet.
According to the detailed map down to each house number that he had memorized in his mind for two hours, Jason drove the car around several street corners quickly and stopped at the gate of the destination accurately.
19 Turtle Street, District 26.
A building with a dilapidated appearance and black marks after the explosion remained. Almost all the three floors and above disappeared, leaving only two floors of the building.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Hi, postman."
Knocking on the door, Jason identified himself.
Ever since he learned from the chat that a certain colleague was shot and killed by the owner of the house because he opened the door at will, Jason has developed a good habit of knocking on the door before entering the room.
Squeak.
The door was opened a crack, and one eye hidden in the darkness looked at Jason.
When he saw the backpack in Jason's hand, the door slowly opened a bigger gap, the owner of the house was still hidden in the darkness, only one hand stretched out, and on this hand was wearing a black leather gloves.
Jason handed over the backpack with great interest.
Then, with his hands raised high, he stepped back slowly.
He didn't want his actions to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
"etc!"
The hoarse voice made Jason step back, and then the other party handed out another backpack.
"Take this to 203 King Street in the 16th arrondissement before midnight today!"
The other party said so.
"This is against the rules..."
"Well, you have the final say!"
Jason said subconsciously, but when he saw the pistol in the opponent's hand, especially the muzzle pointed at him, Jason immediately changed his words, walked back carefully, and took the backpack.
Don't provoke guests casually.
Because, you never know what identity your guests are hiding.
This is the first piece of advice as a 'postman'.
Jason always remembered.
Similar to the backpack Jason gave to the other party, it was a schoolbag with two shoulders, but it weighed at least twice as much.
Jason restrained his curiosity very well, and didn't guess what was inside, let alone check it casually.
He just kept silent, standing 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 the old man didn't just hang the 'postman' who didn't complete the task.
The other party obviously understands the rules.
After a while, a brown paper bag was handed out.
"Your reward."
After Jason took the brown paper bag, the door of the room was immediately closed heavily.
He didn't check his salary, and the moment the door closed, Jason ran towards his car quickly with his backpack and kraft paper bag in his hand.
With his good eyesight, he has already seen several people looking at this place with malicious eyes in the distance.
In a place like District 26 where gangs are rampant, standing on the street with no cover is like a little sheep walking into a pack of wolves, which is not only dangerous but also deadly.
No matter how strong the body is, it can't stop a bullet from the dark.
When he got into the driver's seat, Jason was slightly relieved, 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 most correct choice—
He first raised his hands high, and then spoke very fast, but very clearly.
"Sir, what do you want?"
"Is this, or is it my purse? It's in the left pocket of my trousers."
"Pass me the knapsack and the paper bag, don't play tricks!"
The voice came from the back of his head, just like the muzzle of the gun on the back of Jason's head. Not only was it cold and hard, but it also did not give Jason a choice.
"OK!"
Jason replied immediately.
This is not in line with the rules of the 'postman', but Jason did not hesitate.
rule
In front of my life, it is worthless!
Just like the other party's instructions, he picked up the backpack and paper bag that were temporarily placed on the co-pilot, and handed them to the other party.
The whole process became slow and awkward because Jason still held his left hand, did not turn his upper body, and only relied on his right hand to hold and pass things. At that time, he snatched it away.
Although Jason chose to let go the moment the opponent raised his hand, the pulling sensation from the backpack still made Jason's fingers ache.
But under the premise of holding a pistol to the back of his head, Jason pursed his lips tightly to keep himself from making a sound. At the same time, he lowered his head and did not choose to look at the rear of the car through the rearview mirror.
The other party was able to enter his car without him noticing, obviously not an ordinary person.
At least, among the old man's men, only two can do this.
Those two guys are the old man's confidants, one of them is his fighting and firearms teacher, and the other is a guy who can knock him down with a single blow at will.
After getting along for a long time, he understood that in the face of such a person, any tricky observation was just to alert the other party.
Once the other party's vigilance is aroused, then he will really die.
but,
Jason didn't choose true obedience either.
Because, he can't guarantee whether the other party will shoot.
In the face of threats to his life, Jason will definitely choose to obey if he can be safe and sound, but if he can't save his life, Jason doesn't mind giving it his all.
He adjusted his breathing according to the way he was taught, and was about 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: from the first day of becoming a 'postman', Jason, who was insecure in his heart, had rehearsed similar situations more than once for the sake of his own life.
Over the past year, except for the necessary things, Jason has been imagining in his mind what kind of troubles he will encounter and how to solve them when eating.
And, try countless times for it, try to be the best you can be.
As a 'postman', the situation where a gun was suddenly held against the back of the head in the car was the most dangerous situation he practiced most.
There was the sound of a zipper being undone.
three!
two!
one!
Silently counting the time when the other party saw the items in the backpack, Jason, who had simulated countless times, almost instinctively flashed his upper body to the right, and at the same time, grabbed the other party's wrist with his left hand, and then immediately exhausted all his strength Push the muzzle up.
boom!
The moment the muzzle of the gun was raised, the gun rang, and the bullet passed Jason's ear, and instantly shot through the roof of the car. The strong smell of gunpowder began to fill the cabin, and Jason completely ignored the temperature of the muzzle just after firing, The right hand just grabbed the barrel of the gun like this, and then pulled it with the momentum.
Click!
There was a clear crisp sound from the opponent's fingers.
A person's knuckles are flexible and fragile. Even after years of exercise, as long as they find the right angle, it is not difficult to kill them with one blow—this is what the guy who taught him to fight and shoot said, Jason kept it in mind, I also practiced countless times to save my life.
So, everything becomes handy.
The only difference is the real screams.
It was even more miserable than Jason had imagined.
It can even be said to be terrifying.
"Ah!"
Amid the cries of pain, the other party let go of his hand. Jason grabbed the pistol and did not turn around. Instead, he opened the door and got out of the car before turning around and aiming the gun at the back.
However, when Jason saw the situation in the back row of the car clearly, his whole body trembled.