Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Mo Qing doesn't understand guns, and has never touched real guns.

It is impossible to judge from the weight of the pistol whether there are bullets in it and how many bullets there are.

But he understands people.

Luo Quan dared to hand over the pistol to him with such a risk factor, so he naturally had his back.

The only thing Mo Qing could think of was that the pistol had no bullets.

"I want to live with Mo Qing and that woman named Han Ling, and it doesn't matter if the others are killed."

Luo Quan waved his palm forward, signaling to those around him to move.

The subordinates around got the order and rushed up immediately.

Mo Qing and Zhang Yiming stood at the forefront, and they spread out to block the attacking crew.

As I said before, this narrow passage can only allow two people to pass side by side.

Therefore, this group of crew members can only attack from the front and cannot go around to the side.

There are fewer enemies behind Mo Qing, Han Ling, Lin Yuyan, Ayi, Lan Yan, four women resist together.

Can't move forward for a while.

Taking advantage of Zhang Yiming's longer hands and feet than others, he can beat the opponent one step faster with his fists.

No one could get close to him for a while.

But Mo Qing next to him was not so relaxed.

I saw Mo Qing's fist swung out and hit the face of the person in front of him, and the other person responded with a punch in his abdomen.

Two people exchange one injury for another injury.

The loss is Mo Qing.

There are so many people on the opposite side, if Mo Qing trades one injury for another every time, no matter how he consumes it, he will only fall down.

If he fell, Zhang Yiming's pressure would only increase.

"Old Mo, do you still remember the tricks we used when we were in school?" Zhang Yiming shouted.

Mo Qing smiled and said: "Of course I remember, but it's a bit embarrassing to still use it like this at such an advanced age."

"Hey, do you still have face to lose?"

"Your uncle's!"

As soon as Mo Qing finished speaking, Zhang Yiming grabbed his waist and picked him up.

Mo Qing, whose legs were in the air, kicked forward frantically with both feet.

A footprint appeared on the crew members who got close.

For a while, no one dared to take a step forward.

Zhang Yiming laughed straight, and roared, "The impact of meat and eggs!"

He swung his hand forward vigorously, and Mo Qing flew out directly.

It hit the crew in front.

The narrow passage made it impossible to escape, and Mo Qing fell to the ground with a group of people.

It's not a big deal for him, after all, someone has pawned him off.

After falling to the ground, he straightened up like a carp, got up and punched the enemy standing in front of him with a set of combined punches.

Kicking eggs, elbowing, gouging out a series of indecent tricks, it can be said to emerge in endlessly.

Makes it impossible to guard against.

These tricks are all the experiences Mo Qing and Zhang Yiming gained from fighting with various forces on the street when they were studying.

Tried and tried.

As the saying goes, those who are arrogant are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of dying.

Although these crew members are vicious masters, they can't stop Mo Qing from being so desperate.

The most important thing is that the captain has already given an order, and they are going to live, so naturally they can't kill him.

At this moment, Mo Qing didn't care at all how many scars he would get on his body, how many times he would be kicked.

He has only one purpose, to lead people to escape here, or to pull people to support him.

Everyone is fierce.

When the body's adrenaline soars, it will block the brain's pain sensation, people will become extremely excited, and various indicators will also increase.

Mo Qing is in this situation now.

Luo Quan looked at him with interest, even though many of his men had already fallen, there was no trace of anger on his face.

On the contrary, he became more and more excited.

"Sure enough, I didn't misjudge the person. He is really a rare talent," Luo Quan praised.

He felt that he was like Cao Cao in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", watching Zhao Zilong's Changbanpo seven times in and seven out.

I admire this talent and want to include it in my account.

Ah Da stood beside him and reminded: "Brother Luo, if this goes on like this, our people will be injured a lot, let's kill them directly."

Luo Quan looked at the crew members who fell on the ground, and it was natural that people could be used for themselves.

But Mo Qing is not worth the price he paid too much for it
"Zhengye, let's kill everyone except that woman."

A trace of sadness flashed across Luo Quan's eyes.

What a wonderful person, who is about to sink into the sea to feed the fish.

He was somewhat reluctant.

But after thinking about it, I also lost an enemy in the future, and at the same time made a contribution to family planning, and the sadness suddenly disappeared.

On the contrary, I feel that I am still a good person who contributes more to the world.

Huang Zhengye drew out the pistol in the holster and walked into the crowd.

Just at this moment, a bamboo tube flew out of the air.

Except for those who knew what the bamboo tube was, no one cared.

Zhu Dalong, who had been squatting cautiously behind Luo's body, knew that his chance to perform had come.

He threw A Da and Luo Quan down directly.

The bamboo tube exploded in the air.

Compared with exploding on the ground, the bamboo slices and the stones in the bamboo tube in the air have a larger splash range.

The lethality is also greater.

Mo Qing and the others had been prepared and lay down on the ground ahead of time.

And the crew members who didn't know the situation were recruited one after another.

There were screams one after another.

This bamboo tube was thrown by the crowd in front, and the rear was not affected by the explosion.

But seeing his companions howling in pain, the crew surrounded by the rear were also frightened.

Luo Quan pushed away Zhu Dalong who was pressing on him.

He sat up and looked around, if Zhu Dalong hadn't blocked him just now, he would probably be the same as his subordinates now.

"Boss, are you alright?"

Huang Zhengye hurried up to help Luo Quan up.

The latter pushed his hand away and stood up by himself.

Luo Quan tidied up his messy clothes, pushed his glasses, "Tu Gang, didn't you tell me that this group of people still have bombs?"

Ah Da shook his head, the sound of the explosion made his ears ring, "I don't know where they got the bomb."

With bombs, these people are not easy to deal with.

"Don't come here, one more step forward, I will blow you up"

Lu Yuanbo took out another bamboo tube in his hand and threatened Luo Quan.

The crew had already experienced the feeling of being bombed once, so naturally they didn't want to do it again.

Huang Zhengye raised his pistol and aimed at him.

However, Mo Qing stood in front of Lu Yuanbo at this moment.

Lu Yuanbo is their only hope to leave, even if it is for his life, nothing will happen to him.

Huang Zhengye frowned. The current situation is that if you want to kill Lu Yuanbo, you must kill Mo Qing first.

But this time is enough for Lu Yuanbo to ignite the explosives and give them another shot.

It is unclear how many bombs Lu Yuanbo still has on him, and how many more powerful ones are.

They had been focusing on Mo Qing before, so that they missed such a potential threat.

"As long as you dare to pull the trigger, I will bring everyone to the funeral!"

Lu Yuanbo yelled like a madman.