Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

At this moment, I know exactly what Number Seven is thinking.

This two-meter-tall black shirtless man was so frightened that he fell silent just after I glanced at it lightly, as if I was some kind of man-eating monster.

Actually it is not.

He is afraid of death, everyone is afraid of death.

Darry's death was more like a wake-up call in his heart. However, he was smart enough to know how to show his loyalty in time to excuse himself from the crime.

"I'm not interested in you." I said calmly.

Inexplicably, I have a feeling that I am holding a chicken feather as an arrow, but if I am really narrow-minded and want to hold him accountable.

All he had to do was report to the company that he was Darry's accomplice.

Basically, No. [-] is also doomed.

But for now, I don't really need to do that.

Because although No. [-] has a good relationship with Darry, he can barely be regarded as Darry's accomplice, but he basically didn't participate in the hatred between me and Darry, and more often, he was playing a peacemaker. The role of the guy, interspersed between me and Darry, to prevent us from conflicting.

And more importantly, I don't have to worry about him doing anything to me.

Leaving aside the probability issue for the time being, in terms of actual combat ability alone, No. [-] is not my opponent. From the fight between him and Darry, it can be intuitively felt that he is not my opponent.

Even, as long as I want to, I can kill him in minutes.

His ability is certainly strong, but compared to Darry, he is still weaker by more than a star and a half. His abilities are very restrictive, and they have many similarities with mine.

All have to fight in close quarters.

Unlike Darry, he can rely on his own ability to kill invisible from a distance.

In the past, in close combat, I would definitely be crushed by number seven. After all, when I first came into contact with number seven, I only had self-healing ability, that is, I was passively beaten, but now my body has already disagreed. Yes, if he wants to fight me, I am absolutely sure to kill him with one blow.

So, to be honest, I don't take number seven seriously at all now, and more, I'm worried about myself.

Darry's situation is actually not much different from mine. On the premise of betraying the company, the bomb planted in his heart was detonated. It was blown into a piece of fly ash.

In the same way, if the identities of me and Darry were switched, I would be the one who betrayed the company.

Then I guess, my fate may be as miserable as his.

"Backup troops will be here soon, what do we need to do?"

Just as I was staring at the ravine on the ground in a daze, Number Seven suddenly spoke.

Even though I've told him: I'm not interested in him
But now when No. [-] faces me, there will still be a fear from the bottom of my heart, which can't be controlled: "That traitor Darry, he contacted the people of the Nordic Spear, and wanted to use the Nordic Spear's hand Come to deal with you, his return proves that his plan should have been half successful, I am afraid that it will not be long before the people of Nordic Spear will surround this place, so, should we..."

"Need not."

I knew what he was going to say, so I cut him off before he could finish.

Darry is an idiot, but that doesn't mean those people in the Nordic Spear are also idiots. How could those people follow Darry's plan with just one promise when the enemy alone can knock down all of them? Planning to do something?

Most of the time, their promises are just a delay.

It is used to persuade Darry to leave, and then leave sufficient reaction time for oneself to consider countermeasures or report to the superior to wait for the next instruction.

According to the display on the satellite map:

The camp of the Nordic Spear has not changed much, the only difference is that the helicopter that was originally staying in the camp has disappeared.

Darry is dead, and among the remaining three of us, one is an ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken. With just a few of us, our strength is really limited, and the most sensible measure is to wait for backup to arrive.

Fortunately, we don't have long to wait.

More than an hour later, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the southwest direction.

Looking around, you can see a few armed men in the lead in the dense bushes, wearing dark green camouflage uniforms. Without exception, they are all equipped with sophisticated equipment. From the equipment, one can tell at a glance that they are our people .

coming.

In such a narrow space, 200 supporters is really not a small amount.

After the team assembled, they filled our small open space. I don't know how long these people have been marching in the jungle, but they are still full of energy, so I don't have too much nonsense. The order was given at that time.

"set off!"

With people under your command, you have confidence.

This time we set off towards the camp of the Nordic Spear, I was no longer as timid as before, but directly spread my arms and planned to do a big job.

Based on what I found out that night.

Among the Nordic Spear personnel here, there are only three reformers, and their power strength is probably at the middle level.

Although now our reformers are one less than them.

But the overall combat power is definitely more than twice that of theirs, and I can directly lead people to crush them without any scruples.

Of course, I did intend to do so.

But when we arrived at the Nordic Spear camp, I was overwhelmed by the sight in front of me for a long time.

Are all dead?
Since I followed Darry last night, it has been less than 24 hours, that is, less than a day.

I clearly remember that after Darry colluded with the Nordic Spear personnel, there were at least 60 survivors left, including the three reformers.

But now!

In the devastated camp, only one dead and dilapidated corpse could be seen.

The concentration camp that originally stood in the center of the camp has now collapsed. The beam supporting the concentration camp was snapped into two sections by a brute force, and there was even a dead body stuck on the broken beam.

For a moment, I suspected that I had come to the wrong place.

It is not difficult to guess what happened here from the tragic scenes, but the question is, who did it?
Doubts are doubts, if we don't investigate by ourselves, these dead people will not tell us what happened here.

With a wave of my hand, more than 200 people spread out like a spider web, covering the entire camp.

"Search!"

"As long as you find a living person who is still alive, report to me immediately!"