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?
To be continued...