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

I have been driving non-stop for more than two hours since I came out of the mine. During these two hours, nothing happened, and my mental state has also relaxed a little. .

After all, even a reformer with powerful abilities needs to rest.

Although I can crush any ordinary person physically, but from the South African rainforest to now, my spirit is always in a state of tension.

I am not made of iron, I also want to rest.

But I didn't relax for a long time, and the linguist suddenly yelled like a ghost, so that I suddenly felt that the whole person was not well.

But subconsciously, I believe he will definitely not lose his nerve for no reason.

So, I kicked hard on the brake, and when I was driving at a high speed of up to 120 yards, this brake caused severe friction on the brake pads, tires, and the ground.

And after my car slowed down and braked sharply, the car behind me did the same thing as me.

If it weren't for the fact that the drivers were all experienced Lianjiazi, there would definitely be a series of car accidents on this road tonight.

"Oh God!"

Before the car came to a complete stop, the linguist opened the car door and jumped out. In order to slow down the impact of jumping out of the car, he even rolled around on the ground with his head in his arms.

After getting up, with a embarrassed look, he stumbled and ran towards the side of the road.

"what happened to you?"

I'm at a loss for his overreaction, but it makes sense when I think about it. For the past few hours, he has been sitting in the back seat chatting with Pascal. It is inseparable from the relationship.

Thinking of this, I glanced at the back seat of the car, but it didn't matter if I didn't look at it, I was shocked when I saw it.

Pascal... turned out to be a reformer!

This European-African hybrid in his early twenties, when he opened the clothes on both sides of his belly, there were actually fish scale-like tissues, and each scale shone brightly under the light!

These scales are particularly gorgeous and beautiful.

But it would be very inconsistent to put these things on a human being, not to mention that human beings have a natural sense of fear for species that are highly similar to themselves.

"Kluluka!"

Pascal, who lifted up his clothes, stared blankly at the terrified linguist who had already run out of the car, and was at a loss for a while.

He turned his head and looked at me weakly and helplessly with his blue pupils. After seeing the surprised expression in my eyes, he immediately pulled off his clothes, bent over and curled up half his body, like I was worried that I would show fear like that linguist.

He spoke a language I couldn't understand.

However, I can really feel the emotion he expressed when he saw each sentence.

straw bag.

I glanced lightly at the linguist who had been hiding tens of meters away. As a company employee, this guy must be too timid.

Although Boska has the characteristics of a cyborg, the scales on his body alone can't explain anything at all, and even if he is a cyborg, so what?

Transformers are also classified into three, six, and nine grades.

Ability characteristics, strength and weakness, are different.

If Pascal was really a reformer and possessed powerful abilities, he would have attacked us long ago. Besides, from the way he was squeezed and suppressed by those miners before, it is enough to know that this half-breed, Basically no ability to threaten others.

Otherwise, how could he be bullied by those weak miners?
"what happened!"

"Reformer, that child...is a reformer!"

No. [-] got out of the car with five people, and just rushed over when he heard the linguist say such a sentence.

In an instant, the five of them pulled out the safety of their rifles in unison, aiming at Pascal who was still sitting in the back compartment, and No. [-] even activated his ability the moment he heard the word "reformer".

With the hot temperature and dazzling light, in an instant, the originally pitch-black road was as bright as day!
"Get out!"

Fortunately, I stopped No. [-] in time, otherwise, this seemingly unbreakable jeep would probably be melted into a ball of molten iron by the high temperature released by him in an instant!
I got out of the car, locked the door with the central control system, and waved to the linguist, "You, come here!"

"no, do not want!"

This linguist is even less courageous than I expected. He is just a harmless reformer, which scares him into such a state.

However, this also confirms a fact in a certain way-human beings are afraid of transforming people.

"Let you go, you just go, where did so much nonsense come from?"

Just because he doesn't listen to me out of fear doesn't prove that others will too.

No. [-] was resolutely obedient to my orders, especially at this moment, he suppressed the heat all over his body, then grabbed the linguist, grabbed him by the collar of his back, and forcibly dragged him to me.

"No! He will kill me! You inhuman monsters! Go away, let me go!"

Linguists struggle like hell.

But his little strength, in front of the tall and strong No. [-], is completely pediatrics.

No. [-] would not be polite to him, and said coldly, "If you make a fuss again, I'll kill you right now."

Sometimes, threats are far more effective than reasoning, and our linguist is obviously a master who accepts hard things but not weak ones.

Hearing No. [-]'s words, he couldn't help shivering, then turned around and looked at me tearfully: "You can tell me to do anything, but I beg you, please don't let me go with him." Together! I will be eaten by him! I have seen it, I have seen it with my own eyes! "

How can a company be such a waste?

I rubbed my temples and felt a slight headache. At first, I thought that most of the people in the company were like No. [-], the company's loyal dog.

Everyone can work hard for the benefit of the company.

But now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

As a human being, there are seven emotions and six desires, and as a human being, there is greed for life and fear of death. This is an unavoidable and hard-to-eliminate human nature.

"I need you to do things for me. This is the only place where you can show your value. Otherwise, I don't mind executing you in this wilderness, understand?" I lowered my head and looked at this nearly fifty-year-old, but A linguist who cries like a child.

It is not difficult to see that he is a man with a story.

He must have experienced extremely terrifying things before, otherwise, he wouldn't be frightened like this just because he saw a reformed person!