Chapter 30 Postman
The taxi stopped at the door of the Six-Shot Revolver Shop. Chen Ke paid and got out of the car and walked into the shop. The clock on the wall of the gun shop just rang, "duang duang duang" 12 times.
Chen Ke realized that he had only been in this world for more than ten hours since he crossed over, but he had experienced so many things. It was really fulfilling.
When the fat man lying on the counter saw Chen Ke again, he immediately stood up and turned around to knock on the red door behind him.
Chen Ke put his hands in his windbreaker pockets and waited, his eyes scanning the many long guns hanging on the wall.
Pihom pushed the door out, holding a medieval flintlock in his hand and wiping it carefully. The flint firing pin of the gun had been replaced with a new one, and the golden carvings on the wooden gun body had faded a little.
"Not a bad gun." Chen Ke commented. It can be seen that Pihom is a gun lover.
"This is my favorite gun." Pihom looked at the collection in his hand proudly, as if it was a treasure.
"I thought you preferred Colt revolvers, but I didn't expect you to be an antique gun enthusiast." Chen Ke shrugged.
"Do you know that the previous owner of this gun was Blackbeard." Piholm smiled mysteriously.
Blackbeard?
The one from the Age of Discovery?
"I have imagined more than once how many sailors this gun killed in the past. It is definitely a terrifying weapon. Unfortunately, I only have one. I heard that Blackbeard Edward Teach had a total of four guns." Piholm raised the gun above his head and admired it.
"I think most of the navy were killed by the cannons of the Queen Anne. With that ship, Edward Ken... Teach should not have many opportunities to use his gun." Chen Ke spread his hands.
"Don't talk nonsense, young man. Never underestimate the role of pistols at any time!" As if he was disappointed by Chen Ke, Piholm raised his tone a little and put the gun cleaning cloth in his pocket.
"Yes, yes... Let's talk about business." Chen Ke waved his hand.
"Don't be impatient, young man. You still have a lot of time. The longer you look and the more you think, the clearer your future path will be." Pihom laughed.
"I only care about things within 10 hours. You are always in danger, old Pi." Chen Ke replied.
Pihom restrained his smile, tilted his head towards the red door behind the counter, and motioned Chen Ke to follow him in. The two of them walked downstairs along the small passage behind the door, one in front and one behind.
The stairs down were not long. Chen Ke followed Pihom through another blue door and came to a very wide underground space.
It was pitch black and there were no lights on. It was difficult to judge how big the basement was, but Chen Ke could clearly see two red outlines in the dark.
"+1 hour"
"+1 hour"
...
The numbers of the life countdown kept jumping, flashing back and forth between 10:00 and 09:59.
Chen Ke couldn't help but be a little surprised. Regardless of his ability to kill, he was now fully armed. These two people could still pose such a great threat to him. They either had a big killer weapon or were more advanced investigators or psychics!
In the visible range, a small notebook was placed on a table, which was the only light source here.
Pihom rested his hands on the table, the blue screen light shone on his old face, and his expression was very cold.
The sound of the door lock closing sounded behind him. Chen Ke looked back and saw that there was no way out.
"Sit down, young man." Pihom said.
Chen Ke pulled the chair over and sat down calmly.
"I'll tell you now what my small group does. You have no way out. Either choose to join or die here. This is what you asked for." Pihom said.
Pihom manages and operates an illegal organization that specializes in collecting holy objects. The organization is called "Postman". The members are all ordinary people, but they are proficient in all kinds of knowledge and weapons to deal with psychic monsters. The team is not large, but they are all elite.
The way this organization collects holy objects is very simple and crude. They do not enter the black box space or go to the wild spiritual explosion ruins to adventure, but directly rob!
In fact, many giant companies in the psychic industry are more or less engaged in illegal smuggling and hiding of holy objects. Once discovered by the management bureau, the punishment is very severe. And the holy objects hidden by these companies identify the targets of the postmen.
Even if they rob them, they dare not call the police.
Chen Ke's thoughts moved. He knew from the beginning that what Pihom's organization did must not be something particularly legitimate, but he never thought it would be so direct.
The postmen themselves do not need those holy objects. They just intervene in the fight between psychic companies on the dark side and make money through such things. Various large companies will hire organizations like postmen to rob competitors' holy objects to achieve their own goals.
For Chen Ke, this is a good opportunity to collect holy objects. Who knows if he can take a few secretly?
"Have you decided to join us now? Make up your mind!" Pihom asked.
Chen Ke leaned back in his chair and thought for a while.
This organization can allow him to get in touch with the dark side of the psychic industry, dig up more useful intelligence, and also allow him to get in touch with a large number of ready-made holy objects to enhance his strength.
The only thing that made Chen Ke hesitate was that although he now had a lifespan of 10 hours, which was much more generous, he still had to ensure a fighting frequency of at least one fight every 5 hours. It was impossible for a postman to have commissions every day, and it was impossible for every commission to involve a gunfight.
Without the endless killing intent, Chen Ke won't live long. The postman can help him find the source of information and holy objects, but he still has to rely on himself to prolong his life.
Before confronting Pangya, only by constantly hunting things like sewer toads and increasing his lifespan can he be more calm.
Since the postman can let him get in touch with the dark side of spiritual products, it shouldn't be difficult to find information about several psychic-infected monsters.
As for whether he can solve the problem of life countdown after finding Pangya...
Chen Ke can only go all out and believe that it can be done!
"I'll join." Chen Ke said.
"Let's talk about how much you know about holy objects first?" Pihom asked.
"The Internet says that those things are just beautiful stones. But you definitely don't think so." Chen Ke answered tentatively.
"Have you seen it?"
Not only have I seen it, I've used it, are you afraid?
"I haven't seen it before."
"Can you use the psychic pistol on you?"
Pihom stared at his eyes, like a human lie detector. Chen Ke had to admit that Pihom's eyes were very sharp. Most people couldn't bear this kind of psychological pressure.
"Can't use it."
"You lied!"
Pihom took out an M1911A1 and pointed it at Chen Ke's head.
"I can't use that gun. I'm not an investigator." Chen Ke said calmly.
"I haven't used it."
"I'll count to three. You'd better tell the truth."
"I haven't used it."
"One!"
"Fuck you, Pihom."
"Two!"
"Are your brains filled with flame Magnum bullets?"
"Three!"
"Go and kiss your broken gun, son of the beach."
A red scanning light swept across Chen Ke's body. Pihom looked at the dark side, his expression both expectant and nervous.
"He's fine. There's no psychic reaction, not even a little bit." A man said in the dark.
As soon as he finished speaking, several white fluorescent lights suddenly lit up, and the scene inside the room was in full view.
Two men in suits stood not far away, each holding a rifle and a shotgun. There were several monitors hanging on the left wall, and there were actually many rooms and corridors in the basement, just like an underground fortress.
"Welcome to join the postman, young man! This is our safe house!" Pihom changed his previous coldness and viciousness, showing a United Federation uncle-like smile, and stretched out his hand to Chen Ke.