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

Passing through the area covered by gunfire, I returned to the tunnel crowded with dozens of miners and company personnel. When I appeared in front of them, most of them were shocked by my appearance.

Just now, I was hit by dozens of bullets.

In such a short period of time, the injury has completely recovered, but because of being shot, my current appearance can be described as extremely scary.

His clothes were ragged and scabbed with blood, and he looked as if he had just been in a tragic car accident.

"What about those people?"

In the audience, the only person who was not intimidated by me was No. [-].

As the second in command of our team, he has a clear understanding of mine.

"gone."

I didn't even look at No. [-], just walked over and passed him. In this team, his position is below mine, so I don't need to report to him what I did. What happened to someone.

Because of this, although No. [-] was somewhat dissatisfied with my answer and attitude, she could only endure it silently.

Seeing me walking towards him, the scrawny mixed race ran towards the crowded corner in fear, but those poor miners who had the same fate as him did not welcome him at all, and before he ran over, someone raised his leg A hard kick kicked him out of the place where the crowd gathered.

I know that these people do this because they are afraid that this mixed race will hurt them.

But in fact, it's just that they think too much.

Although killing them is effortless, I am not interested in them at all. What I care about most now is this half-breed.

The mixed-race boy was in pain, and curled up on the ground clutching his stomach in pain. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead with protruding cheekbones due to the pain, and his whole body was shaking.

I called the linguist over and asked him to act as translator.

"What's your name."

Hearing this, the mixed-race child tried his best to open the corners of his mouth, gasped for air, and squeezed out a few words for me from between his teeth.

"Pascal."

"Your mother was white?"

"No, my grandma is."

Words translated by linguists are devoid of emotion.

Pascal's grandmother is white, that is to say, he is already the third generation.

"Where's your grandma?" I said in a deep voice.

"died."

This answer is what I expected, but to be honest, this news is really terrible for us, especially for me.

Before carrying out this mission, the company has already issued a death order, to see people alive, to see dead bodies, but I definitely hope that the Caucasian woman I see is alive, after all, I can't hold a body Corpse, even ashes, and then ask about the curse on me?
Disappointment is disappointment, we can never leave empty-handed.

Regardless of the company's mission, I personally still have a fluke mentality about it: in case, something related to the curse on me can be found from the burial place of that white woman, it would not be a waste of time... …

"Tell him we need to know where his grandma is buried," I said to the language expert.

The language expert nodded, and then questioned Pascal, but after hearing the language expert's question, Pascal showed a look of astonishment and amazement, his eyes widened, and he cut off everyone present. I glanced at the company staff and dodged my eyes. Then, under the gaze of all of us, I arched my body and hugged my head tightly.

"He said he didn't know."

do not know?
I frowned slightly, he was a grandson, and the caucasian woman we were looking for was only a generation away from him, how could she not know where she was buried?
Finally, under the linguist's questioning, Pascal explained to us the changes in his family.

As soon as he was born, he lived in Walvis with his parents and sister. The family lived a poor and simple life, but bad luck always came unexpectedly. When he was 15 years old, his parents had a car accident, and both of them Not long after he passed away and held the funeral, he was arrested and brought to this mine to work like a slave.

He has never met his grandma, but he vaguely remembers that his father once told him that grandma was a great mother...

If there is anyone in this world who may know the tomb of his grandmother, then probably only his sister who is five years older than him, but his sister is a deaf-mute and cannot speak, and he has been away from home for two years No, he wondered if his sister was still alive now.

"Flash again..."

It was just to find someone. After so much effort, he was still led by the nose in the end.

Gee.

At first, I thought that this mixed-race boy was the answer we need to find, but now it seems that he is just a clue provider, and our real goal seems to be far away from us.

As soon as Pascal finished telling us his experience, the narrow tunnel trembled, followed by a loud bang!
Before I, including the company personnel present, had time to react, those miners who were huddled in the corner because they were afraid of us, seemed to be crazy, and ran towards us desperately, screaming hysterically while running. shouted.

I couldn't understand what these people were saying, but the linguist's expression changed, and he took my hand and hurriedly said:
"Here, it's about to landslide!"

collapse!

Are you kidding me?
We are now several hundred meters underground!Once a landslide occurs here, all of us will become dead souls deep in the ground!No one can get out of here alive, even if it's me and No. [-]'s powerful reformers!

"run!"

Before I had time to think about it, I immediately roared, grabbed Pascal who was curled up on the ground, and rushed out of the tunnel, but the tunnel entrance was so big that the miners swarming in had already blocked us one step ahead At the entrance of the cave, dozens of people crowded into a group, and it would be unrealistic to forcefully rush out.

"Step aside!"

Just when I was considering whether to go on a killing spree, a red light in the shape of a human suddenly shot out beside me.

Taking a closer look, this ray of light is Number Seven who has fully exerted his ability. At this moment, he is like a red-hot iron pillar. He rushes towards the entrance of the cave arrogantly. Even if you don't die, you lose half your life.

You know, the high temperature generated by the No. [-] ability can even melt iron, let alone a person made of flesh and blood.

There was a faint smell of barbecue in the air.

No. [-] bluntly opened up a bloody road for us among dozens of miners.

In an instant, there were wailing everywhere.