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

Under my coercion, the pleading linguist finally had the courage to walk into the jeep.

And me, No. [-], and the rest of the team members stood outside the car, watching quietly.

The linguist had already started communicating with Pascal, and Number Seven, at this time, turned to me and asked, "Is that child really a reformer?"

"Ah."

I didn't explain too much, just nodded quietly.

At this moment, Pascal had already pulled down the tattered short sleeves on his upper body, so Number Seven did not see the two ribs of Pascal's abdomen, which were not human organs like fish gills.

But I remember it very well.

The scenes I saw just now, like a movie, kept reappearing in my mind.

Transformation of people……

I'm a little curious about Pascal's true identity.

Because as far as I know, transforming people is a superhuman product that was created after a series of research and development and experiments after the Origin Stone was born.

But if calculated in this way, Pascal's identity needs to be investigated.

Because, Paska is definitely not a superhuman product artificially created after experiments. He is a native Namibian, a mixed race with a quarter of European ancestry.

He is the same as a transformed person, and his organs are different from ordinary people. There is a high probability that he inherited the genes of the previous generation, or even the blood relatives of the previous generation...

"In today's world, there are only a handful of national powers that have mastered the technology of manufacturing terraforming people. Even if the terraforming people produced have very weak abilities, they will definitely not spread easily..."

Seeing me nodding, No. [-] couldn't help murmuring in confusion: "How did he become a reformed person?"

"wrong!"

Suddenly, Number Seven narrowed his eyes as if remembering something, and in an instant, murderous aura rolled out, aggressive, "Unless, he has already pledged allegiance to a certain force!"

The moment when the astonishingly high temperature spilled out didn't just make me take two steps back involuntarily.

What's more, the rubber tires of the truck instantly melted and stuck to the asphalt road.

In the carriage, the linguist and Pascal also felt the abnormal temperature. When their gazes fell on the red-faced No. [-], they showed expressions of horror.

They have seen Number Seven's abilities before.

Therefore, they also knew very well what would happen to them if Number Seven attacked them.

"Team, Captain!"

Unlike Pascal who was trembling with fright, the linguist went crazy and slammed on the car window desperately: "Let me out, I don't want to die yet!"

The sound of bang bang bang was endless.

"Stop!" I shouted hastily.

Hearing this, although the scorching light around No. [-] has subsided somewhat, it has not disappeared completely: "If he is from another force..."

"impossible."

I shook my head firmly.

There are only a few forces in the world who know about the many mysterious forces that transform people. If Pascal is really someone from another force, then it will not attract the attention of the company, the Nordic Spear, and domestic organizations. People scrambled to compete.

"In the absence of conclusive evidence, have you considered what the consequences will be if you make a mistake in your judgment?"

"Brain."

Facing No. [-]'s questioning, I just responded lightly.

as a result of?What are the consequences?
It's true that Boska is a reformer, but his abilities are either very weak, or he can't exert the power of his abilities at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been caught and taken into the mine to become a miner's slave.

"Go on." I gestured to the linguist.

He looked at me, and saw that No. [-]'s complexion had returned to its original state, so he was relieved a little, and with a pale face, he comforted Pascal and continued to communicate with him.

After an hour and a half of cross-examination, the sky was already pale.

click -

The car door opened, and the linguist held onto the door frame with trembling hands. As soon as he stepped down, he fell to his knees on the ground.

He looked up, and saw that he was sweating profusely and said: "This child said that the strange tissues on his body have existed since he was born... His sister, father, and grandma are also a little different from ordinary people. place……"

"He said his father had told him it was a gift from God..."

Divine grace.

This is not the first time I have heard of this absurd adjective.

"Genetic?"

After listening to the linguist's words, Number Seven slowly raised his hands, and said in an extremely unbelievable tone, "Damn... this ability can be inherited?"

It can be seen that he was very surprised by the result.

However, this is reasonable. If it is said that the abilities possessed by the reformer will be passed on to the next generation, then...

How should a supernatural baby like No. [-] be born?

can not imagine.

"I don't know, he only told me so much, and nothing else..." The linguist's legs were so frightened that his trembling legs couldn't even support him to stand up.

"I asked, that child's home is at the address of No. 120 in the small town ahead, please don't let me get in touch with that child again if it is not necessary, thank you..."

After he finished speaking tremblingly, he climbed into the back seat of another car under the watchful eyes of No. [-] and me.

This coward.

I rubbed my temples, wondering why the company would send us such a coward.

But until now, I can never let him do whatever he wants, because Pascal has completely aroused my interest.

Because, according to his life experience.

The three generations of his grandparents are all transformed people, and his grandmother is the first transformed person among his generations, and may even be the first transformed person to appear in the world today.

Her appearance was several decades earlier than the modified human beings piled up with a lot of human lives in the laboratory.

Now I have no doubt that she is the key to unlocking the curse on me. Of course, even if there is no way to directly unlock the curse on me, she may be an indispensable part of it.

So, Pascal's grandma, that Caucasian woman with European ancestry, I will definitely use all methods to find her remains!
"I've done what you said, why do you want to lock me up with him!" Escorted by two team members, the linguist was very emotional, but he is a cultural person after all, not these skills A vigorous mercenary opponent.

It was tidied up in two or three strokes, and it was shoved abruptly into the rear compartment where Pascal was sitting.

I immediately ordered: "Let's go! Be sure to arrive in the town before dawn!"