This aura is deadly

The taxi stopped in front of the six-shooter revolver store. Chen Ke paid the money, got out of the car and walked into the gun store. The clock hanging on the wall of the gun shop just rang, "duang duang duang" 12 times.

Only then did Chen Ke realize that he had only been in this world for more than ten hours from time traveling to the present, but he had experienced so many things, which was extremely fulfilling.

When the fat man lying on the counter saw Chen Ke again, he immediately stood up, turned around and knocked on the red door behind him.

Chen Ke put his hands in his windbreaker pockets, waiting, and glanced at the many spears hanging on the wall.

Pihom pushed open the door and walked out, holding a medieval flintlock gun in his hand and cleaning it carefully. The gun's flint firing pin had been replaced with a new one, and the golden carvings on the wooden gun body had faded.

"A good gun." Chen Ke commented. It can be seen that Pihom is a gun lover.

"This is my favorite gun." Pihom proudly looked at the collection in his hand, as if it were a treasure.

"I thought you preferred Colt revolvers, but I didn't expect you to be an antique gun enthusiast." Chen Ke shrugged.

"You know, the previous owner of this gun was Blackbeard." Pihom smiled mysteriously.

black beard?

The one from the Age of Discovery?

"I have imagined more than once how many sailors this gun killed. It is definitely a terrifying weapon. Unfortunately, I only have one. I heard that Edward Teach the Blackbeard had a total of four guns." Pihom raised the gun above his head and clicked his tongue.

"I think most of the navy was killed by the Queen Anne's cannon. With that ship there, Edward Ken...Teach shouldn't have much chance to use his gun." Chen Ke spread his hands.

"Don't talk nonsense young man, don't underestimate the role of a pistol at any time!" As if being dismayed by Chen Ke, Pihom raised his tone and put the gun cleaning cloth into 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. Things are precarious, old man." Chen Ke replied.

Pihom suppressed his smile, tilted his head towards the red door behind the counter, and motioned for Chen Ke to follow him in. The two of them walked one behind the other and walked downstairs along the small passage behind the door.

The stairs going down were not long. Chen Ke followed Pihom through another blue door and came to a very wide underground space.

It was dark all around and there were no lights on, so it was difficult to judge how big the basement was, but Chen Ke could clearly see two red outlines in the darkness.

"+1 hour"

"+1 hour"

…

The life countdown numbers kept beating, 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 people, he was now fully armed. These two people could still pose such a big threat to him. They either had big weapons, or were more advanced investigators or Psykers!

Within the visible range of vision, a small notebook is placed on a table, which is the only light source here.

Pihom put his hands on the table, and the blue screen light shone on his old face, with a grim expression.

There was a sound of the door lock closing behind him. Chen Ke looked back and saw that there was no way out.

"Sit down, young man," Pihom said.

Chen pulled the chair and sat down calmly.

"I'll tell you now what my small group is for. You have no way out. Either join or die here. This is what you asked for." Pihom said.

Pihom manages and operates an illegal organization that specializes in collecting sacred objects. The organization is called "Postman". Its 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.

This organization's method of collecting holy relics is very simple and crude. They do not enter the black box space or venture into the spiritual explosion ruins in the wild, but directly rob!

In fact, many giant companies in the psychic industry are more or less engaged in illegal smuggling and hiding of sacred objects. Once discovered by the administration, the punishment will be very serious. The sacred objects secretly hidden by these companies can identify the goals of postmen.

Even if they robbed them, they didn’t dare to call the police.

Chen Ke had an idea. He knew from the beginning that what Pihom's organization was doing was definitely not something particularly legitimate, but he never thought it would be so direct.

The postmen themselves do not need those sacred objects. They just intervene in the dark side battles between psychic companies and make money through this kind of thing. Various large companies will hire organizations like the postmen to compete. The opponent's sacred object to achieve one's own goals.

For Chen Ke, this is a good opportunity to collect holy objects. Who knows if he can sneak in a few?

"Have you decided to join us now? Make up your mind quickly!" Pihom asked.

Chen Ke leaned back in his chair and thought for a while.

This organization allows him to come into contact with the dark side of the psychic industry, dig out more useful intelligence, and also gives him access to a large number of ready-made holy objects to enhance his strength.

The only thing that makes Chen Ke hesitate is that although he now has a lifespan of 10 hours, which is much more generous, he still has to ensure that he fights at least once every 5 hours. The postman cannot have a commission every day, nor can he There may be a shootout with every commission.

Without a steady stream of murderous intent, Chen Ke would not have long lived. The postman can help him find the source of information and holy objects, but he still has to rely on himself to survive.

Before confronting Pankia, only by constantly hunting things like sewer toads and increasing the upper limit of his lifespan can he become more calm.

Since the postman allows him to come into contact with the dark side of spirituality, it shouldn't be difficult to discover information about several psychically infected monsters.

As for whether the problem of life countdown can be solved after finding Panchia...

Chen Ke can only put all his efforts into believing that it can be done!

"I'll join," Chen Ke said.

"First of all, how much do you know about sacred objects?" Pihom asked.

"The Internet says those things are just beautiful stones. But you definitely don't think so." Chen Ke replied tentatively.

"Have you seen it?"

Not only have I seen it before, but I have also used it. Are you afraid of the future?

"never seen it."

"Can you use that psychic pistol you have?"

Pihom stared into his eyes, like a human lie detector. Chen Ke had to admit that Pihom's eyes were very sharp. Most people could not bear this kind of psychological pressure.

"The ____ does not work."

"you are lying!"

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 without changing his expression.

"I haven't used it."

"I'm counting to three. You'd better tell the truth."

"I haven't used it."

"one!"

"Fuck you Pihom."

"two!"

"Are all the flame magnum bullets in your head?"

"three!"

"Go and kiss that broken gun of yours, son of the beach."

A red scanning light swept across Chen Ke's body, and Pihom looked to the dark side with an expression of both anticipation and nervousness.

"He's fine. He has no psychic reaction, not at all." A man said in the darkness.

As soon as he finished speaking, several white fluorescent lamps suddenly turned on, and the scene in the room was completely visible.

Two men in suits were standing not far away, each holding a rifle and a shotgun. Several monitors were hung on the wall on the left. There were actually many rooms and corridors in the basement, making it look like an underground fortress.

"Welcome to join the postman, young man! This is our safe house!" Pihom changed his previous coldness and viciousness, showed a smile like a United States Federation uncle, and stretched out his hand to Chen Ke.