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

No. [-]'s ability is very powerful. Once it is activated, ordinary physical attacks are useless to him. I have seen him calmly facing the hail of bullets more than once.

Even if it is a large-caliber armor-piercing bullet, it is not painful or itchy to hit him, let alone the iron pick in the hand of this mixed race. In the face of the huge lethal armor-piercing bullet, the iron pick is at best a primitive man's Labor tools, both of which cannot be generalized, how could it possibly hurt No. [-]?

But at least courageous.

At the very least, this mixed-race person still has the courage to fight, and dare to face the non-human in the eyes of ordinary people like Number Seven.

Seeing his shabby clothes and bruises all over his body, he should be a miner and a slave of this mine, but such a person can stand up at this time and take the lead in attacking No. [-], which is considered very good. The scared miners behind them only knew how to huddle together, but they didn't know how strong they were.

"call……"

Number Seven grinned, opened his mouth and blew out a hot stream of air, spraying it on the half-breed's face.

The scorching temperature turned the dark face of the half-blood into black red, and his lips were instantly dry and bleeding. Then, the iron pick that struck No. [-]'s forehead was visible to the naked eye in the horrified eyes of the half-race, including all the miners. Speed, melted into a ball of molten iron, flowing down the face of Number Seven.

Come to think of it, these miners should have never seen such an amazing scene.

They looked at the tall No. [-] with different expressions, including surprise and fear. There were also a few people who showed pious expressions and knelt and bowed their heads directly, as if No. [-] was a god sent to them by heaven.

God.

I couldn't help but laugh.

For ordinary people, isn't a reformed person with special abilities a god?
The moment the iron pick turned into water, the half-blood was really frightened. He watched helplessly as the iron pick turned into water and the wooden handle caught fire. Fearful and helpless, he had no choice but to throw it away, but he who threw away the iron pick , is just an unarmed ordinary person, in front of No. [-], he is like an ant, unable to resist.

"come over."

Fortunately, No. [-] was not interested in crushing such ants to death, which allowed the half-blood to save his life.

No. [-] waved to the team members who came in with me behind me. Among them, a man hurried out. He was the linguist assigned to us by the company when we carried out this mission.

Before we went from the South African rainforest to Walvis, I deliberately took him with me when selecting personnel. In this case, he can play a huge role, because without him, we would be completely Unable to communicate with the miners here.

"You should know what to ask, right?"

Number Seven looked at the linguist with a half-smile. Although he was smiling, there was a hint of chill in his words.

"Know, know."

The linguist nodded repeatedly, glanced around at the dozens of miners gathered here, and then walked quickly towards the half-breed boy who dared to attack No. [-]. At first, regarding the questions posed by the linguist, The half-breed just lowered his head, biting his red and sore lower lip, and didn't answer.

I looked at these dozens of miners.

They work hard and sweat in this kind of place all day long, but the protective measures they are equipped with are pitiful. Everyone only wears thin and dirty clothes, and a large area of ​​skin is exposed to this dark and humid environment Now, I don’t even have the most basic oxygen mask, and I can only breathe the air rich in dust particles all day long. If things go on like this, I’m sure that the final fate of these miners and slaves will be to die here miserably, and it’s more likely that even There is no chance of being collected.

A few years ago, when I was an ordinary office worker in Huaxia, I saw such news reports as fresh.

Now that I see it with my own eyes, it brings me a visual and psychological shock that cannot be described in a few words. However, there are many things that have lost human relations in the gray industrial chain in the world. Just look at it. There are people, society, and interests involved in it, and this kind of thing will not die out.

There is nothing I can do about it.

The linguist tried his best to communicate with the mixed-race boy in a soft tone. At first, the mixed-race boy was very resistant to him, but after a while, without knowing what the linguist said to him, the mixed-race boy immediately became enthusiastic. His eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at us as if he was looking at his own relatives. He opened and closed his mouth and talked a lot for a few miles.

Speaking of the latter, even the miners who only knew how to curl up in the corner began to echo.

Suddenly, this branch tunnel became lively.

"So..." After a while, the linguist stood up, muttered something softly, then turned his head and pointed to the mixed-race man, and said, "He said, those people have guns and monsters, and they suddenly killed them not long ago. When they came in, they were very scared, so they used their familiarity with the mine to hide here and survive."

"Monster? Is it a modified person?"

"I guess, it should be."

As soon as I finished asking, the linguist nodded, but just as he was about to continue talking, a few miners suddenly stepped out from among the huddled miners, and brutally pushed the half-breed child in front of us, and, He also said a few obscure words to us.

"they said……"

After listening to what those people said, the corner of the linguist's mouth twitched slightly, and he said: "They said that the purpose of those who came here was to find him! It was because of him that so many people died, He's a loser..."

find him?

These words caused all the eyes of our group to fall on this thin mixed-race boy.

Although it is difficult for us to determine which organization the people who came here before us are, we are still very clear about one thing, that is, the purpose of the personnel of that force is not much different from ours. For that woman!
But why are they looking for this half-breed?
mixed race...

I frowned tightly, and suddenly, there seemed to be a ray of light in my mind!Yes!The woman the company asked us to find existed in the last century. After nearly a hundred years, that woman is probably dead. However, she arrived in Africa in her 20s. If she fell in love with others for the rest of her life, Getting married and having children is not out of the question.

In this part of Africa, more than 80.00% of the population is black, and the rest of the people also migrated here in modern times.

Isn't the heir born of a white woman and a black man a mixed race?

Could it be that...by mistake, the mixed race in front of us is actually the descendant of the person we are looking for?