In the night, when the wind blows, the trees sway back and forth, and the branches and shadows are intertwined, like a claw that only wants to catch its prey, Jason watched it all, and after taking a few deep breaths, he slammed on the accelerator.

Airplanes!

Modified vintage cars roared through the streets and into their destinations demanded by the 'employer'.

The 26th arrondissement of the city that never sleeps!

Shootouts in the streets can take place at any time of the day or night, and explosions are as random as fireworks.

If he could, Jason wouldn't want to set foot here for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice.

Just like when he suddenly crossed over here a year ago, he inherited the job of his predecessor 'Postman' and the name 'Jason', all of which were involuntary.

Want to quit?

Faced with 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 is nearly a year.

In the city that never sleeps, very few 'postmen' can work for a full year.

In fact, most of the 'postmen' were not satisfied with it for even three months.

Even, after just one delivery, they disappeared without a trace.

Some of them are fleeing with goods.

Of course, more was killed.

As a 'postman' who is about to complete a year, Jason's good reputation has been favored by many employers, and many real big jobs have begun to take the initiative to find Jason.

If he could, Jason would never have accepted such big jobs, even if they would pay a lot.

Because, the hidden risk is unbearable for Jason, he knows very well that the reason why he lives longer than the other 'postmen' is not because of how outstanding his ability is, but because he is not greedy or curious, he will only bow his head and do his own thing, take the reward he deserves, and never look left and right.

However, Jason still didn't have a choice.

He can't help himself.

He is just a 'postman' under the 'old man', and although his 'performance' is good, it can only allow him to get a better living environment and food than the others, and then get some learning opportunities: from basic combat combat to the use of firearms.

And this is also to allow him to better complete the work of the 'postman'.

The 'old man' is not a philanthropist.

A true philanthropist would not have a bunch of gunmen who look like bandits.

Jason had seen how the 'old man' dealt with the 'postman' who didn't finish his job, and those guys were hung from telephone poles, slowly dried, and used as food for crows.

Therefore, in the face of the 'old man's orders, he can only choose to obey.

He didn't want to be hanged, and he didn't want to be food for crows after he died.

He wants to live.

So, he came to the more dangerous Area 26.

Jason's eyes scanned his surroundings, trying not to miss the slightest strangeness.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Jason's attention was more focused than ever.

Jason didn't want to be stopped to 'ask for directions,' and he didn't want to be kissed by a stray bullet.

Based on the map detailed to each house number that he had spent two hours jotting down in his head, Jason drove the car around a few street corners and stopped at the door of his destination.

26 arrondissements 19 Ter Street.

A dilapidated building, with black traces of the explosion, has almost all disappeared above three floors, leaving only a two-story building.

Knock, knock.

"Hello, postman."

Knocking on the door, Jason identifies himself.

Ever since he learned that a colleague had been shot by the owner of the house for pushing the door at will, Jason had developed a good habit of knocking on the door before entering the room.

Squeak.

The door was opened a slit, and one eye was hidden in the darkness to look at Jason.

When he saw the backpack in Jason's hand, the door slowly opened a larger gap, and the owner of the house was still hidden in the darkness, with only one hand outstretched, and on this hand he was wearing black leather gloves.

Jason handed over the backpack with great interest.

Then, with your hands held high, you slowly step back.

He didn't want his actions to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Wait!"

The hoarse voice made Jason pause in his footsteps, and then the other man handed out a backpack.

"Bring this to 203 King Street in the 16th arrondissement before midnight today!"

The other party said.

"It's not ...... proper

"Well, you have the final say!"

Jason said subconsciously, but when he saw the pistol in the other party's hand, especially when the muzzle was aimed at him, Jason immediately changed his words, walked back cautiously, and took the backpack.

Don't provoke guests at will.

Because, you never know what exactly your guests are hiding.

This is the first piece of advice for being a 'postman'.

Jason has always kept it in mind.

Similar to the backpack Jason gave the other party, they are both backpacks, but this weight is at least twice as heavy.

Jason restrained his curiosity very well, and did not guess what was inside, let alone look at it randomly.

He just remained silent and stood in front of the door.

Since the other party has chosen 'mail', then you must pay for it. ’

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 hanged himself not only because of the 'postman' who did not complete the task.

The other party obviously understands the rules.

A moment later, a brown paper bag was handed out.

"Your reward."

After Jason took the brown paper bag, the door slammed shut.

Without checking his pay, the moment the door closed, Jason ran towards his car with his backpack and brown paper bag in his hand.

His good eyesight could already see several people in the distance looking at the place with malicious eyes.

Standing on the street without shelter in a gang-ridden place like District 26 is like a little sheep walking into a pack of wolves, which is not only dangerous but also deadly.

No matter how strong his body is, he can't stop a bullet from the shadows.

Jason was slightly relieved when he scurried into the driver's seat, but right away, he held his breath.

Because......

The muzzle of a gun pressed against the back of his head.

Jason had no idea when there was an extra person in his car, but that didn't stop him from making the right choice-

He first raised his hands in the air, and then spoke very quickly, but very clearly.

"What do you want, sir?"

"Is it these, or is it my wallet? It's in the left pocket of my pants. ”

"Hand over the backpack and paper bag, don't play tricks!"

The voice came from the back of his head, like the muzzle of the gun against the back of Jason's head, not only cold, hard, but also not giving Jason a choice.

"Okay!"

Jason replied immediately.

It didn't fit the 'postman' rules, but Jason didn't hesitate.

Propriety?

In the face of a small life, it is worthless!

Just like that, according to 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 was still holding his left hand, his upper body was not turning, and he was holding and handing things with his right hand, and the other party seemed to be impatient, and when Jason's right hand had just handed over half of the things, he snatched it away.

Although Jason chose to let go the moment the other party raised his hand, the pulling sensation from the backpack still made Jason's fingers feel pain.

But with a pistol against the back of his head, Jason pursed his lips tightly to prevent himself from making a sound, and at the same time, he lowered his head and did not choose to look at the back of the car through the rearview mirror.

The other party was able to enter his car without him noticing, and it was obviously not an ordinary person.

At least, only two of the old man's men were able to do it to this extent.

Those two guys are the old man's henchmen, one of them is his martial arts and firearms teacher, and the other is the 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 is alerted, then he is really a dead end.

but

Jason didn't choose true submissiveness either.

Because, he can't guarantee whether the other side will shoot or not.

In the face of a threat to his life, if Obedience can be safe and sound, Jason will definitely choose to obey, but if Obedience can't save his life, Jason doesn't mind fighting with all his might.

He adjusted his breathing the way he had been taught, ready to ...... as the other party inspected his backpack and brown paper bag Grab the gun!

This is not an easy task.

But Jason knew it was his only chance.

The only thing to be thankful for is that since the first day of becoming a 'postman', Jason, who is insecure at heart, has rehearsed similar situations more than once for the sake of his own life.

For a year, except for the necessary things, Jason has been imagining in his mind what kind of trouble he will 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 of being suddenly put a gun to the back of the head in the car is the dangerous situation he practiced the most.

The sound of the zipper being unzipped rang in my ears.

Three!

Two!

One!

Silently calculating the time when the other party saw the items in the backpack, Jason, who had simulated countless times, was almost instinctive, flashed his upper body to the right sharply, and at the same time, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand, and then immediately pushed the muzzle of the gun up with all his strength.

Bang!

The moment the muzzle of the gun was raised, the gun went off, the bullet grazed Jason's ear, instantly shot through the roof of the car, and the strong smell of gunpowder began to fill the cabin, and Jason completely ignored the temperature of the muzzle just after activation, grabbed the barrel of the gun with his right hand, and then, with a pull.

Click!

There was a clear crunch from the other party's fingers.

The knuckles of a person are flexible and fragile, and even after years of training, as long as he finds the right angle, it is not difficult to kill with one blow - this is what the guy who taught him to fight and shoot said, Jason took it to heart, and also practiced countless times to save his life.

So, everything becomes a breeze.

The only difference is the real screams.

It's even more miserable than Jason imagined.

Even, so to speak, horror.

"Ahhh

In the cry of pain, the other party let go, Jason snatched the pistol, did not turn around, but pushed the door and got out of the car, only then turned around and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the back.

However, when Jason saw the situation in the back of the car clearly, his whole body trembled.