"Big boss?"

When Zhao Ke heard this, he couldn't help but look at the big smoking gun, not understanding the meaning of this old thing.

The big smoking gun didn't explain as much as Zhao Ke, and it was not his turn to explain this kind of thing.

As long as Wang Mazi can understand, anyway, there are many big bosses in the ghost market, but there is only one person who owes them a debt of favors.

The roster that Granny Hong gave him for the abandoned land was precisely because she wanted the big smoking gun to improve Zhao Ke's self-protection ability within ten days as much as possible.

Although Granny Hong didn't say it explicitly, the big smoking gun knew very well that if Zhao Ke couldn't come back, he was afraid that he would be trapped in the ghost place of the abandoned land for the rest of his life.

Fang just observed Zhao Ke's source hand, and the big smoke gun immediately thought of a person in his mind, Wu Jiu.

This guy used to be the top master among the intermediate postmen.

In reality, he has been apprenticed in Chenjiagou since he was a child, which is very similar to that of the fisher, they are all from a practicing family, and after becoming a postman, he has made his skills great, and it is far easier to get ahead than ordinary people.

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

The two really fought, and at the same level, the hunt was far from Wu Jiu's opponent.

As a result, the big smoking gun just thought of Wu Jiu, turned around and looked, and the goods were delivered to the door by themselves.

You say, it's really embarrassing to have such an ingenious thing in the world.

Hearing the three words of the big boss, Wang Mazi couldn't help frowning, looked at the roster in the big cigarette gunner, and hesitated: "What do you want me to do?" ”

The cigarette stick in the big cigarette gun pointed at Zhao Ke: "Ten days...... No...... It's nine days, how much can be improved, how much can be improved! ”

"Him!"

Wang Mazi looked at Zhao Ke, and his face couldn't help but show disgust, this kind of look made Zhao Ke particularly unhappy.

This kind of disgust has a look of contempt, and Zhao Ke is particularly familiar.

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

However, the big smoking gun can know Zhao Ke better than ordinary people.

Without waiting for Zhao Ke to speak,

One hand gently pulled a handful of Zhao Ke.

whispered in Zhao Ke's ear: "This guy is a top melee master, and among the intermediate postmen, he is also a person who can rank in the top ten, if you don't learn from him, you will lose a lot!" ”

"So powerful?"

Although the old cigarette gun is unreliable, there is a little bit of Zhao Ke's deep feeling, this product itself is cheap, and it is definitely a top master.

can be said by him so mysteriously, Zhao Ke said in his heart that it was false.

thought that Wang Mazi had beaten himself.

One hand patted on his shoulder, but he didn't dodge.

It can be seen that there is at least eighty percent credibility in what the big smoking gun says.

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

That's right.

Killing fish, slaughtering cattle, Zhao Ke is the profession of the profession.

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

It's just supported by the talent of the angry personality and his own ability.

This is also a common problem for most postmen.

The true art of killing people is never just because you suddenly add a certain ability, and you have it.

It is a killing technique that has been tempered and even streamlined and studied in depth by several generations of masters.

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

This is also why in reality, anyone who has a little foundation will progress faster than ordinary people when they enter the horror space.

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

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

Rather, it determines the foundation of this high-rise building.

"Hmph, since the big boss is favored, I won't refuse, but...... Steamed buns must be enough! ”

As Wang Mazi spoke, he reached out and grabbed two steamed buns and put them in his mouth, and ate them one by one.

For him, he doesn't seem to care about the medicinal effects of these steamed buns, but more about the taste of these steamed buns.

It's just that Zhao Ke and Big Smoke Gun saw this, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Steamed buns for craftsmanship, how can there be such a cost-effective deal in the world.

………………

Tibet, Potala Hospital.

"How's it going, no news yet?"

Song Heng walked out of the ward cautiously and saw Luo Qing outside the door, although he already had the answer in his heart, he couldn't help but ask.

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

"I can't find it, the police station, including the airport, are looking for it, but I can't find anything, the police are staring at the surveillance in three shifts, and the 24-hour surveillance video is all searched, but no one is found."

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

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

On Zhao Ke's seat, except for an urn, there was no one found on it.

When they noticed that Zhao Ke had disappeared, the plane hadn't landed yet, and the ghost knew how this guy disappeared.

"Shit, you son of a bitch!"

Song Heng slammed his fists on the door frame with both hands, and his eyes were full of bright red bloodshots.

Because of Zhao Ke's words.

Song Heng sold the hotel equity under his name, and even sold two properties at a low price to scrape together enough funds.

In the eyes of others, Song Heng is crazy.

Nearly 10 million assets, in order to realize it as soon as possible, all of them were sold at a low price.

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

After paying so much price, Song Heng didn't care at all in his heart, but what annoyed him was that at this time, Zhao Ke, a bastard, actually had no shadow.

Played missing.

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

The old man's condition no longer allows them to toss, and now it is difficult to return even if they want to go back the same way.

Now Song Heng is the only one who is happy.

It is equipment that I rented from the hospital at a high price.

After all, the hospital conditions here are far less than the cash requirements in the mainland.

The old man's daily medicine, as well as all aspects of care, naturally there are no conditions here.

Fortunately, the equipment rented by Song Heng at a high price, as well as the accompanying doctors and nurses, were able to stabilize the old man's state.

As for going back the same way, I'm afraid it's unrealistic.

"Where's the urn?"

At this time, Song Heng couldn't help but think of the urn left by Zhao Ke.

"I'm afraid that thing will be unlucky, so I'll throw it in the car!"

Luo Qing actually wanted to throw the urn away, but later found that the urn couldn't be opened, and he didn't know what was inside, so he simply threw it in the car and planned to study it slowly.

"Hey, forget it! Then say more good things to the leaders of the city, and see if you can allocate more manpower and help more. ”

Song Heng is like a deflated ball.

This is not his one-third of an acre, and he can get in touch with the leaders of the city, or rely on the help of his old friends.

As for whether Zhao Ke can be found, it can only be said that it is fate.

"Senior brother! The old man woke up last night and was still asking for the letter from the second senior brother, and I said that he went to do something, but I am afraid that it will not be hidden for long. ”

Luo Qing looked sad, every time the old man asked him about it.

Luo Qing's heart felt as uncomfortable as if he had stuffed a wooden stopper.

I couldn't help but blame Zhao Ke in my heart, saying that if it disappears, it will disappear, and it will not even leave a fart, what does it mean to leave an urn.

Thinking of this, Luo Qing secretly swore in his heart not to let himself see Zhao Ke again, see him once, beat him once, even if he couldn't beat him.

"Hey, bear with me."

Song Heng rubbed his wooden face with both hands, at this point, he was really tired.

"I buy a bottle of water, what do you drink?"

It seemed that he didn't plan to dwell on Zhao Ke's issue so much, so Song Heng opened his mouth and forked his words.

"Well, mineral water is fine, if you have instant noodles, by the way, bring me some instant noodles!"

Luo Qing is not very accustomed to eating the food here, and he has no appetite himself, so he hasn't eaten anything for a day.

Regarding his junior brother's habit of eating instant noodles, in normal times, Song Heng must be scolded for splitting his head and covering his face.

But today, Song Heng just nodded, turned around and walked down the stairs.

One out of the hospital building.

I felt the cold wind blowing on my face like a knife.

Looking at the magnificent mountain range in the distance, Song Heng, who didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, couldn't help but put his hands together.

is not only praying for the old man, but also hoping that Zhao Ke can return safely.

After buying things at the store, I especially brought Luo Qing two buckets of Laotan sauerkraut, which I liked to eat.

Step up the stairs.

Listen from afar: "Click! There was a sound of glass shattering.

Although the voice was far away, I don't know why, Song Heng's psychology suddenly gave birth to a bad feeling.

An arrow rushed up the stairs and rushed to the old man's hospital room as fast as he could.

"Quick, come on!"

Before anyone arrived, the screams of the nurses could be heard in the ward.

This made Song Heng even more anxious, and he couldn't care so much, "Bang!" He kicked open the door of the ward.

I saw two people lying on the ground, one was Luo Qing, and the nurse in charge of supervision.

When I looked at the window again, I found that the window was actually broken.

"Old man!"

Seeing this, Song Heng threw all the things in his hand on the ground, rushed up to take a look,

Looking at the empty hospital bed in front of him, with a letter on it, Song Heng only felt that his eyes were black for a while.

Exhausted, he covered his dizzy head with one hand and sat on the ground with one butt.

Looking at the appearance of Luo Qing and the nurse on the ground, there is a good chance that this old guy did it.

I don't know, though, how this old man did it.

But obviously, the old man deliberately left them behind, and the old guy was determined not to let them continue to follow.

As soon as I thought of it, I had just lost a junior brother in front of me, and the old man was also lost in a blink of an eye.

Thinking of this, Song Heng only felt a stream of heat rushing down his chest to his head.

"I don't care about you anymore!!"

shouted out in one breath, Song Heng's eyes suddenly darkened, and he couldn't help lying on the ground.