The Demon’s Menu

Under the night, when the wind blew, the tree swayed back and forth, and the shadows of the branches interlaced, like a claw that just wanted to catch its prey. Jason watched all this, and after taking a few deep breaths, he slammed on the accelerator.

hum!

Retrofitted classic cars roared across the street and into the destination requested by the 'employer'.

District 26 of the city that never sleeps!

Here, street shootouts can happen at any time, day or night, and explosions are as random as fireworks.

Jason would never want to set foot here if he could.

Unfortunately, he had no choice.

Just like he suddenly traveled here a year ago, and inherited the job of the predecessor '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 this is almost a year.

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

In fact, most of the postmen are not satisfied with the job for three months.

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

Part of it is escaping.

Of course, more are killed.

As a postman who is about to work for a year, Jason's good reputation has been favored by many employers, and many real big jobs have begun to find Jason on their own initiative.

Jason would never accept these big jobs if he could, even if they would be extremely rewarding.

Because the hidden risk is something Jason can't bear. He knows very well that the reason why he lives longer than other 'postmen' is not because of his outstanding ability, but because he is not greedy or curious, and only bows his head Do your own thing well, take what you deserve, and never look left and right.

However, Jason still had no choice.

He, involuntarily.

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 allow him to better complete the work of the 'postman'.

'Old Man' is no philanthropist.

Real philanthropists don't keep a bunch of gangster-like gunmen.

Jason had seen how the 'old man' dealt with the 'postman' who didn't complete the task. Those guys were hung from the telephone poles and slowly dried, becoming food for the 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 the surroundings, trying not to miss the slightest bit of strangeness.

Holding the steering wheel tightly, Jason's concentration was unprecedented.

Jason didn't want to be stopped to 'ask directions', let alone kissed by stray bullets.

According to the detailed map of each house number that he spent two hours writing down in his mind, Jason drove the car quickly around a few street corners and stopped exactly at the door of the destination.

19 Tell Street, District 26.

A building with a dilapidated appearance still retains black marks after the explosion. Almost all of the above three floors have disappeared, leaving only a two-story building.

Boom, boom, boom.

Hello, postman.

Knocking on the door, Jason self-identified.

Ever since he learned from chatting that a colleague was shot by the owner of the house because he pushed the door at will, Jason has developed a good habit of knocking on the door before entering the room.

Squeak.

The door was pulled open a crack, and one eye was hidden in the darkness, watching Jason.

When seeing the backpack in Jason's hand,

The door slowly opened to a larger gap, and the owner of the house was still hidden in the darkness, only one hand stretched out, and on this hand he was wearing black leather gloves.

Jason handed over the backpack very knowingly.

Then, holding up his hands, he slowly stepped back.

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

and many more!

The hoarse voice made Jason take a step back, and then the other party handed out another backpack.

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

The other said so.

This is out of order...

Okay, you have the final say!

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

Don't irritate guests at will.

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

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

Jason always took it to heart.

Similar to the backpack that Jason gave to the other party, it is a backpack, but the weight is at least twice as heavy.

Jason restrained his curiosity very well, and didn't guess what was inside, let alone check it at will.

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

'Since the other party chose 'mailing', 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 hanged not only the 'postman' who did not complete the task.

The other party obviously understands the rules.

After a while, a kraft paper bag was handed out.

Your reward.

After Jason took the kraft paper bag, the door slammed shut immediately.

He didn't go to check his remuneration. The moment the door was closed, Jason quickly ran towards his car with a backpack and a kraft paper bag.

His good eyesight has seen several people in the distance looking at this place with malicious eyes.

In a place where gangs are rampant in District 26, standing on the street without shelter is like a little sheep walking into a wolf pack, which is not only dangerous but also deadly.

No matter how strong his body is, he can't stop a bullet coming from a dark place.

Jason was only slightly relieved when he got into the driver's seat, but immediately, he held his breath.

because……

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

Jason didn't know when there was an extra person in his car, but it didn't prevent him from making the most correct choice——

He first raised his hands high, and then spoke very fast, but said it very clearly.

Sir, what do you want?

Is this, or 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 the head, just like the muzzle of the gun on the back of Jason's head. It was not only cold and hard, but also gave Jason no choice.

OK!

Jason responded immediately.

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

rule?

In front of Xiaoming, it is worthless!

Just like the other party's instructions, he picked up the backpack and paper bag temporarily placed on the co-pilot, and handed it to the other party.

The whole process became slow and awkward because Jason was still holding his left hand, his upper body did not turn, and he used his right hand to take and hand things. At that time, it was taken away.

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

But under the premise of having a pistol against the back of his head, Jason pursed his lips tightly, not allowing himself to make a sound. At the same time, he lowered his head and did not choose to look at the back row 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 subordinates, only two can do so.

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.

After spending a long time together, he understands that in the face of such a person, any tricky observation is just to alert the other party.

Once the vigilance of the other party is aroused, then he is really dead.

but,

Jason also didn't choose to be truly submissive.

Because, he can not guarantee whether the other party will shoot.

Facing the threat of life, if Obedience can be safe and sound, Jason will definitely choose obedience, but if obedience can't save his own life, Jason doesn't mind going all out.

He adjusted his breathing according to the way he was taught, and was ready to grab the gun when the other party checked the backpack and the kraft paper bag!

This is not an easy task.

But Jason knew this was his only chance.

The only thing that is fortunate is that from the first day of becoming a 'postman', Jason, who was insecure in his heart, thought about his own life and practiced similar situations more than once.

For a year, except for the necessary things, Jason fantasized in his mind what kind of trouble he would encounter while eating, and how to solve it.

And, try it countless times and try to be the best it 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 rehearsed.

There was a sound of the zipper being pulled open in his ears.

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, flicked his upper body to the right, and at the same time, his left hand grabbed the opponent's wrist, and then immediately used all his strength. Push the muzzle up.

boom!

The moment the muzzle was raised, the gun rang, the bullet brushed past Jason's ears, and shot through the roof in an instant. The rich smell of gunpowder began to fill the car, and Jason completely ignored the temperature of the muzzle just after firing. The right hand just grabbed the barrel of the gun, and then, took advantage of the situation.

click!

There was a clear crisp sound from the opponent's finger.

Human knuckles are flexible and fragile, even after a long period of training, but as long as you find the right angle, it is not difficult to get rid of a blow - this is what the guy who taught him to fight and shoot said, Jason kept in mind , also practiced countless times in order to save his life.

So, everything becomes familiar.

The only difference is the real screams.

Worse than Jason had imagined.

It could even be said to be terrifying.

Ahhh!

In the cry of pain, the other party let go of his hand. Jason grabbed the pistol and didn't turn around. Instead, he pushed the door and got out of the car before turning around and aiming the muzzle at the back.

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