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

Science and technology are primary productive forces.

The scientific and technological power mastered by the company is at the top level in the world, and the work efficiency is extremely high.

"The diamond mine is more than 600 kilometers away from us. According to calculations, we can reach it in just over five hours at the fastest."

After explaining the analysis, Seven handed over the decision-making power to me.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon.

If we set off immediately, it should be night when we arrive.

You know, it is not easy to find a deserted grave on the cliff in the dark, and more importantly, our team has not rested for 24 hours.

Several team members are just ordinary people, their physical strength and mental state have been squeezed to the very last, and although No. [-] and I are a little stronger than them, we also feel mentally exhausted.

People are not machines, they cannot continue to operate at high intensity...

Therefore, after some careful consideration, I decided to let the team members rest here for a night, and then set off after recharging their energy.

When I told the players that they can rest tonight.

The few remaining team members showed expressions of relief and let out a long sigh of relief.

But sometimes, accidents always come unexpectedly.

Just when I was about to ask the team members to find a foothold, I saw Pascal standing up with a distorted face, his fists clenched tightly, and he looked extremely angry.

And his elder sister, the blind girl, was holding on to one of Pascal's sleeves, and two lines of tears couldn't help sliding down her cheeks.

"She said... a few years ago, the night Pascal was taken away, people in the town sent her here."

"She couldn't fight back, and she couldn't fight back."

"If she doesn't obey them and cling to those men, she will be beaten and starved. In the end, she has no choice but to sell her body to get some leftovers..."

When the linguist translated the words, the eyelids of the listeners twitched.

People's hearts... sinister.

Pascal's parents lead the whole town to develop and become rich. To a certain extent, they are the benefactors of the whole town residents, but in the end, it is a drama of repaying kindness and revenge, and it is fine for both husband and wife to be killed.

One son and one daughter under her knees, one became a slave in the mine, and the other was forced to sell herself to survive.

And all this...

It's all good deeds done by these white-eyed wolves in the small town.

"Boom!"

Just when I lamented the coldness of the world, the door of this small house was kicked open suddenly, and a drunk man in a brown jacket strode in outside the door.

The drunk man was holding the wine bottle in one hand, and had already untied his trouser belt with the other hand. He staggered towards us with a belch, and was still cursing and muttering something.

"He said, get the hell out of here, I ordered this woman yesterday! I paid for it!" The linguist translated for us.

I raised my eyebrows: So, this is a piao...

But when he appeared at this time, didn't he just hit the muzzle of the gun?

I turned around and looked at the angry Pascal. Sure enough, before the linguist finished speaking, he had already blown his hair. Han rushed over.

Judging by his ruthless appearance, I'm afraid he is about to kill someone.

I sighed slightly in my heart, but I did not choose to stop him, because, after hearing what happened to the Boska family, I felt that these white-eyed wolves in the small town deserved their crimes and deserved their death...

Boom!
Pascal, who was in a state of extreme anger, was surprisingly strong, and this drunk man couldn't even stand still, so naturally he couldn't be Pascal's opponent.

Just being pushed hard by Pascal, he fell to the ground, tilted his head and accidentally hit the corner of the table next to him.

"hiss!"

The drunk man covered his head and took a breath of cold air. He woke up halfway from his drunkenness. Looking at Pascal who was rushing towards him, he frowned and swung the Dionysus in his hand and smashed it.

With a bang, the bottle shattered on Pascal's face.

The shattered glass shards scratched his skin, and drops of blood flowed down his cheeks to his chin, and then slowly dripped down.

Coupled with his current incomparably ferocious face, it looks even more terrifying.

"what!"

Pascal seemed to be unable to feel the pain, serious anger was about to burst out, and he bullied him, ignoring the fist that he hated most, he closed his arms, opened his mouth and opened his mouth, and moved towards the strong man. Han bites on the neck.

With one bite, blood gushed out in an instant.

When Baiska raised his head again, his face was covered with blood, and the drunk man wailed at the top of his throat, and saw a deep blood hole on his neck.

The blood flowed profusely, and it seemed that an artery had been bitten.

"Look."

Number seven crossed his arms, stood beside me leisurely, and smiled like a normal person: "It's really like a beast."

This kind of scene is certainly terrifying to ordinary people, but to me, No. [-], and the mercenaries present, it is simply commonplace.

After all, we people usually walk on the tip of the knife, licking blood at the tip of the knife, braving the hail of bullets, and creating countless tragic scenes.

The one in front of me is nothing more than seeing the big witch.

However, compared to our unmoved, Pascal's sister seemed a little flustered, but unfortunately, she was blind and couldn't see anything.

He could only rely on his hearing, grasping the air in front of him indiscriminately with his hands, and still shouting Pascal's name.

"She said...begging us to save his brother..." The linguist couldn't stand it any longer, walked to my side, and said softly.

"Tell her not to worry, her brother is fine."

Looking at the ferocious Pascal like a hungry wolf in front of me, I couldn't help but laugh: Pascal's sister's worries are completely superfluous, let alone fundamentally speaking, Pascal is a reformed person, and his innate conditions are Different from ordinary people.

Moreover, this is just a drunk who can't even walk steadily, and Pascal is more than enough to deal with him...

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

To be honest, I still sympathize with Pascal. If I can protect him within the necessary range, I will protect him more or less.

But right now...

I really want to see how cruel this kid can be.

Of course, this is not my personal bad taste, but because Pascal is a reformed person, and in this world, the situation of reformed people is extremely dangerous.

If Pascal is a soft-hearted guy...

Then he wouldn't live long at all.

Even if I protect him again, is there any use?