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

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The attic collapsed and turned into ruins. Only a few firefighters were left, and they put out the fire with all their strength with water guns.

"Ah……"

Right next to me, No. [-] smiled coldly. He glanced at me mockingly, and said flatly, "They're all dead. There's no point in staying here any longer. Let's go."

"It's not that easy."

I stared at the crumbling attic, ignoring Number Seven.

It's impossible for them all to die.

You know, Pascal worked as a miner in the Walvis Mine for more than two years. He survived for two full years in that kind of place [-] meters underground, where oxygen is scarce and the sky is full of dust. Influence.

In that extreme environment, Pascal can survive.

Now, this area is an attic that has caught fire and collapsed, so it should be nothing to him.

Thinking of this, I narrowed my eyes slightly.

Of course, it is not ruled out that my guess is wrong, but if I guess wrong, then Pascal will die as well.

After all, I am not a bodhisattva who saves suffering.

The premise of protecting him is that he has a certain value to me, otherwise, I would not take the risk of disobeying the company's order to save his life.

Pascal did not disappoint me.

When a series of sirens such as ambulances gradually came from far and near, the ruins of the collapsed attic moved right under my nose.

On the edge of the ruins, the firefighters who were clearing the fire also saw the arched wooden pillar. They were overjoyed and immediately freed up their hands to move the solid wooden pillar as thick as a bucket.

At this moment, the blood suddenly appeared.

Two hands, blackened by the smoke, protruded from the gap and directly penetrated the lower body of the two...

Horse's……

Even for a person like me who is used to all kinds of bloody scenes, I can't help but feel chills all over my body at this moment, my good guy, this method is too cruel.

I sucked in a breath of cold air, and then watched helplessly as the layers of organs of those people were forcibly broken out. The screams pierced the night, and a gust of cold air rushed straight to my forehead.

Immortal, also lost half life...

I glanced at them with some pity, and saw the two men lying in the ruins, howling desperately, and then I saw Pascal, who was burned in black and ragged, stood up from the ruins.

His already sparse hair and eyebrows had been burned away by the fire, but those eyes shone with a dark green light in the darkness.

I couldn't help not noticing his hands.

Between his five fingers, a web-like film grew, and on both sides of his arms, there were two protruding and sharp bone spurs.

He was shot twice in the left arm.

Fortunately, he didn't hit a vital point, but blood still flowed down the muzzle of the gun bit by bit.

This kid's ability... looks pretty good.

I nodded with satisfaction.

I've seen a lot of modders, so it's not surprising.

However, next to the ruins, the two surviving firefighters were instantly terrified when they saw this scene. One of them screamed and ran away dancing, while the other was so frightened that he held his breath.

For the two firefighters, Pascal did not kill them.

After he just glanced at it, like a nimble civet cat, he crossed over the collapsed ruins and disappeared into the darkness lightly.

"Follow!"

I gave an order to No. [-], and then hurried towards the direction where Pascal disappeared.

Although No. [-] was a little reluctant, he didn't dare to disobey my order, and followed me in a leisurely manner.

I have a hunch that this matter has become a big deal.

But now, the only way to stop the loss in time is to quickly find Pascal and bring that kid back.

Behind us, several police cars and fire engines had parked beside the ruins, and a large number of local police stations came down from the cars, everyone was wearing bulletproof clothing and equipped with guns.

Gee.

Fortunately, that silly boy didn't stay where he was too long, otherwise, I might not be able to keep him.

Unless, No. [-] and I directly silenced those local police stations who rushed over.

But the risk of doing so is too great. Moreover, the attic caught fire and collapsed, making such a big commotion, and other people must have noticed this scene secretly. In this era of extremely advanced information technology, it is difficult to ensure that no news will leak out ...

In the distance, I saw Pascal's figure disappearing into an alley.

I immediately speeded up, rushed over, and followed Pascal through the alleys, turning around and coming to a courtyard.

The kid directly smashed the wooden door of the courtyard and rushed in.

What does he want to do?
As soon as this idea came to my mind, before I entered the courtyard, I heard several gunshots in front of me.

Bang!
Bang bang!

That kid is indeed able to use his abilities now, but I can tell at a glance that Pascal has almost zero actual combat experience, and what's more, the abilities he possesses are completely useless against guns and other weapons .

If you get shot at a vital part, I'm afraid you won't be able to save it...

"stop!"

I rushed into the gate of the courtyard with a stride, and as soon as I entered, I saw Pascal kneeling on the ground, and his legs had already been shot, and he was bleeding, maybe it was a broken bone, or maybe it was because of pain, at this moment The old Pascal couldn't even stand up.

He just knelt on the ground upright like that, with his eyes wide open, staring at the man in the nightgown in front of him.

The man was bald and thin, holding a double-barreled shotgun firmly against Pascal's forehead.

Facing a transformed person like Paska who is different from ordinary people.

The man didn't show a look of fear, on the contrary, his expression revealed an unspeakable ruthlessness.

He gritted his teeth and spoke in a hoarse voice that I couldn't understand.

But from his tone, everything can be discerned, he should be abusing, or cursing something...

"Crack, bang!"

Seeing No. [-] and me coming in, the man raised his shotgun and shot at the two of us without saying a word.

This kind of shotgun shoots lead bullets. There are about seven bullets in one ammunition, and two bullets are twelve bullets. Within this distance of less than ten meters, after one shot is fired, twelve bullets will kill me and me. All escape routes of No. [-] were blocked.

But this kind of ordinary gun is not very lethal to the two of us.

Of course, I was a little worse than No. [-], because I rushed to the front, and, although I have an extremely abnormal self-healing ability, the pain after being shot is completely unavoidable, even...

"Fuck!"