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

The drunk died.

Died on a shard of glass that Pascal picked up casually, his neck was split in two, and the floor was stained red by the spewing warm blood.

Pascal's hands were shaking.

It can be seen that this is the first time that he personally took someone's life, otherwise, he would never be so nervous.

My thoughts are a little dazed: I vaguely remember that when I did this kind of thing for the first time a long time ago, I was under a huge psychological burden, the kind of pressure that was as heavy as a mountain, and I could overwhelm people if I was not careful... …

"ended."

Seeing me in a daze, Number Seven patted me on the shoulder and reminded me in a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"Ah."

I nodded, and then ordered the two team members to deal with the accident scene quickly.

Right now, we are operating in another country.

It is still necessary to keep a low profile when doing things, especially after killing people, the scene must be cleaned up quickly, otherwise, once such things spread, the local police station will definitely be alarmed.

Such consequences are extremely detrimental to us who perform the task.

The team members under me are all professionals. Cleaning up this kind of scene is a piece of cake for them. Of course, the cleaning process is a bit unsightly.

But ten minutes later, the small room had returned to its original state.

Smelling the faint smell of blood in the air, I glanced at Pascal. At this moment, he has not recovered from the bloody scene just now, and his anger still occupies his reason.

He tightly grasped the shard of glass that killed the drunk man, traces of blood dripped down his fingertips.

"Let him go," I said to the linguist.

The linguist nodded and immediately translated my words to Pascal.

Hearing this, Pascal let go of his hand as if awakened from a dream, and the glass shards fell from his palm to the ground. With a clanging sound, Pascal's body trembled and took a few steps back until his back hit the ground. I raised my head against the wall, and yelled at the woman lying at my feet.

I knew he was calling for his sister.

Pascal's sister cried and crawled to Pascal's side, and the siblings embraced each other and wept.

I looked at the sky, it was getting late now.

"Let's go."

Under my order, the team members took Pascal and his sister and followed me out of the foreign brothel on the [-]th.

When you come to the street, the night in this seaside town is still very beautiful.

The salty sea breeze blows head-on, looking at the neon lights flashing on both sides of the street and the buildings with unique local characteristics, the whole body and mind can't help but relax.

Soon, we found a hotel.

Although not as prosperous as metropolitan hotels, the hotels here also have a special flavor.

Wooden pavilions, rockery pavilions, everything is available.

Through the palm grove, you can also see the sea in the distance. Fishing boats in twos and threes are scattered on the sea, and the fishing fire is bright.

"It's like being on vacation..."

After washing and bathing, I was wearing a bathrobe and sitting on a wicker chair in the pavilion, holding a local wine in one hand and a USB flash drive no thicker than a thumb in the other.

This USB flash drive was given to me by a member of the domestic organization I met by chance when I was in the Walvis Mine.

They told me at the time.As long as I plug this USB flash drive into the computer when there is an internet connection, I can contact domestic organizations for a short time.

And the room I'm in right now happens to be equipped with a home computer.

I also tried it when I first moved in. The computer was usable and had internet access, but... except for the internet icon, I couldn’t understand any of the text displayed on it.

I wonder if such a computer can be used to contact domestic organizations?

Want to try it?
I was playing with the U disk, feeling a little tangled in my heart.

The rooms here are all made of wood, and the sound insulation is extremely poor, and No. [-] and several other team members live next door to me. If I try it now, I may reveal the secret of my USB drive if I am not careful... …

Although I understand the particularity of my person in the company.

Even if my secret contact with domestic organizations is discovered, my life should not be in any danger.

But if I don't find out, I will lose the opportunity to contact them.

You know, now, I am under the control of the company, and a miniature bomb is installed in my heart. It is difficult to get out of trouble in a short time. If I lose this USB flash drive...

Then my hope of getting out may become distant.

After weighing the pros and cons several times, I finally gave up on this plan. After a long sigh, I hid the USB drive, and then lay down on the big soft bed, gradually falling asleep.

"He ran away! Damn it!"

I don't know how long it has passed. In my sleep, I vaguely heard someone yelling.

When I opened my eyes, my room was still the same.

However, the rush of cursing outside the room became clearer in my ears. The strong Native American atmosphere, coupled with his familiar voice, just for a moment, I concluded that the man who was swearing was number seven.

what happened?

I pulled off the bathrobe, wrapped it around my body, got up and got out of bed, and the moment I opened the wooden door, I saw a bloody corpse lying in the room opposite me.

It can be distinguished from the blood-stained clothing and guns piled up next to the corpse. This corpse is one of the few remaining members of our team.

In the corner of the room, a linguist is huddled.

Half of his face was covered with hot blood, tremblingly holding a pistol, his round eyes were full of horror.

After two lunges rushed into the room, I immediately frowned.

The window was open, and Pascal's sister was sitting there crying, but Pascal had disappeared.

"Where's that kid?"

"Ran!"

No. [-] cursed secretly, and punched the doorpost angrily.

Ran?

I was taken aback when I heard this statement, how could I run away?Could it be that the kid is afraid that we will harm him?
But it shouldn't be!

Judging from the deep relationship between their siblings, even if Pascal wanted to escape, he would definitely bring his own sister with him...

"come over!"

After thinking for a while, I rushed to the wall, grabbed the linguist by the collar, pulled him up, lifted him up, and slammed him beside Pascal's sister.

"What about the little man? What did he do?!"

"Killed..." The linguist swallowed, staring fixedly at the corpse in the middle of the room.

waste!

Seeing his frightened appearance, I was a little annoyed, grabbed the gun from his hand, and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

Bang!
A gunshot sounded, and the linguist shuddered involuntarily upon hearing it.