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

Unexpectedly, the thin man cursed a sentence in English, but immediately after, the double-barreled shotgun in his hand was pressed against Pascal's head again.

One shot.

It only takes one shot and I can see Pascal's brains splattering.

The man stared at the bloody bullet holes on my body vigilantly, and then he looked at No. [-] again.

At this moment, No. [-]'s whole body was red, and his whole body was wrapped in a hazy white steam. At first glance, he looked like he had just come out of a steamer.

And the lead bullets that hit him, without exception, have all turned into molten iron.

"monster!"

The man cursed secretly.

It can be seen that he was a little flustered when he found out that No. [-] and I were shot, his pupils flickered with fear, and a few beads of sweat could not help but ooze from his forehead.

"If you dare to take a step forward, I will kill him!"

The man yelled at us.

And behind him, a brown-skinned woman pressed her back against the door tremblingly, looking at us tremblingly.

In order to save Pascal's life, I stopped abruptly, and at the same time, quickly gestured to No. [-], but this guy acted as if he didn't see me, his whole body was red, and he walked towards the man step by step.

"do not come!"

No. [-]'s actions were like a giant steel hammer hitting the man's fragile psychological defense.

The thin man subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

The finger that pulled the trigger gradually pressed down following Number Seven's footsteps.

Damn!

I knew what he was going to do, so I made a quick decision and ran towards him, but it was already too late.

There is only one step between the man and Pascal.

And the muzzle of the double-barreled shotgun in his hand was firmly pressed against Pascal's forehead!
And the distance between me and the man is at least ten meters.

No matter how fast I am, it's too late.

Bang!
The muzzle of the gun flashed away, and the gorgeous and bright light was so dazzling.

And at the moment when the flame disappeared, a spray of blood suddenly appeared on Paska's forehead, and the impact of being hit by the lead bullet forced him to fall on his back to the ground.

"hiss--"

Seeing this, I was slightly taken aback, and my steps stopped.

At this moment, Pascal's bloody face could no longer distinguish the facial features, large swathes of blood gushed out wildly, and the broken nasal bone was no longer covered by skin and flesh, and it glowed with a strange white light in the dark night.

died?

I am slightly annoyed.

If I had asked Pascal to stay with me when we entered the hotel last night, perhaps this situation could have been avoided...

Taking a deep breath of the salty air that smelled of blood, I looked at the man standing in front of me with a terrified expression.

The reason why I care so much about Pascal.

It is because he has many similarities with me. Of course, I am not referring to his background, but his abilities.

I thought that, except for me, all the reinvented people in the world today are the products of human experiments, but the appearance of Pascal broke my ridiculous idea.

He, a reformed person, is not an experiment of a certain power organization.

It is inherited in the family, imprinted in the gene, and his genetic modification is most likely due to his grandma, who is the white woman we were looking for at the beginning of the mission.

Somehow, I always have a premonition.

Pascal's grandma, the white woman, should also be a reformer.

And the method of obtaining her abilities is very likely to be exactly the same as mine!
I feel that if I want to break the curse on my body, then the appearance of Pascal will very likely be an opportunity for me.

But now...

But I could only watch helplessly as the opportunity presented to me just slipped through my fingers.

Horse's!

"Don't come here!"

The man staggered back two steps, with trembling hands, took out two rounds of shotgun from his pocket, filled them into the double-barreled shotgun, and calibrated the firing pin.

Drenched in sweat, he raised his gun and pointed it at number seven.

"Oh……"

Seeing this, Number Seven, who was walking towards the man, stopped, perhaps sensing my abnormal emotions, Number Seven turned his head and glanced at me.

I have noticed that there is a touch of teasing in the eyes of this dog looking at me.

it's him!
I gritted my teeth.

If Number Seven had followed my order and stopped just now, maybe I still had a chance to save Pascal, but now, it's too late!

I'm sure.

This dog thing must be on purpose!
After all, from the moment I decided to keep Pascal, this guy has expressed various dissatisfaction with my decision.

call……

Letting out a foul breath, I calmed down a bit.

Things have come to this, regretting, or internal fighting, is tantamount to being stupid...

I lowered my eyes, glanced at Pascal whose head was already blooming, and then set my sights on that man.

"Tsk tsk..."

Number seven probably guessed what I was going to do, he shook his head with a smile on his face, and looked at the man with pity.

Bang!
Because I pulled the trigger, more than 20 lead bullets all hit me. However, this level of damage has no effect on me except for some pain.

I walked towards the man step by step with a calm expression.

Watching helplessly, driven by panic, the man filled the ammunition like crazy. Unfortunately, under the effect of fear, this poor guy couldn't use his trembling hands to stuff the ammunition into the gun chamber at all. .

"Damn you."

I went straight to him, slowly raised my right hand, grabbed his throat, and lifted him up.

This is the first time I met him.

Logically speaking, there is no deep hatred between us, but the problem is that this guy killed my hope of lifting the curse in the cradle.

This is tantamount to cutting off my life.

The shotgun in the man's hand fell to the ground, his face was red and purple due to suffocation, he patted my arm vigorously, but it didn't help, he could only speak hoarsely, and tried his best to say: "You You bloody monster, God will punish you, I swear..."

"Then I'll send you to your God."

I narrowed my eyes slightly, and increased the strength in my hand, but at this moment, the woman who was leaning against the wall suddenly screamed, she rushed to me and knelt down with a plop, crying and whispering Language I don't understand.

Although I can't understand, I can roughly feel what she wants to express.

She wants me to let this man go.

I smile slightly.

It's easy to let him go, but I'm no longer a soft-hearted person. Immediately, under the woman's horrified gaze, I easily broke the man's neck.

click!