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

Under the threat of death, everyone will burst out with unparalleled potential, and at this moment, the courage of these people in front of me has already overwhelmed their reason.

"Bitch!"

Among them, many of them raised their guns and aimed at me after the initial psychological struggle.

"Force me to die, then I will kill you first!"

Bang!
With the first bird, other people who were still hesitant followed suit. Almost at the same time, they raised their rifles.

And their goals are extremely unified.

it is me.

Under the hail of bullets, I stood on this piece of grassy flat land, and I had no way to escape. I could only stand still and let the bullets pass by me.

Of course, more bullets fell on me.

The impact of the bullet hitting my body made me tremble involuntarily.

Pain spread all over the body.

In less than five seconds, my body was riddled with holes, without a piece of good flesh, and the left shoulder blade had even been directly punched out with a blood hole, gurgling blood.Sliding along my chest all the way into a crack in the ground.

The cold sea breeze can even pass through the punched holes in my body.

This feeling... is extremely weird.

However, having experienced such scenes countless times, it can be said that I am used to this feeling.

But different from being hit by ordinary bullets, the guns and ammunition equipped by the backup force members of the company are all specially made, which is extremely lethal to the transformed people.

Although I am different from ordinary reformers, I will be affected more or less.

The most intuitive manifestation is that the speed of wound healing on my body has slowed down a lot.

Fortunately, the part below the knee was not shot, so at this time, I was still able to stand on the flat ground and quietly watch the players who gradually calmed down.

"God!"

"He's a damn reformer!"

After the first round of strafing, they have realized their stupidity.

I grinned, and glanced at number seven, who was standing silently among the team members, this bastard, as if he really wanted to see this scene...

As a reformer who performs missions with me.

No. [-] can be said to be the person with the second authority in the entire team. When I lose the command, he will take over the team...

I know it's a dog thing, what's the idea.

But I think he should also be clear that these guns and ammunition can't kill me at all. The reason why he didn't respond to the team members' riot just now was entirely to see my jokes.

After waiting for today, pack you up!
I tried to move my body, but found that although the wounds all over my body were healing, I could only use my right arm now.

However, this is enough.

I clenched the gun in my hand, raised my arm, and glanced at the numbers on the thumb-sized LCD on the gun stock.

There are 23 rounds left.

enough, enough...

After opening the sarcophagus, more than half of the team members were injured, and there were only about forty people left. These forty people in front of me had already disobeyed my discipline.

Going on like this is tantamount to wasting my precious time.

That's it, it's better to use iron and blood methods to frighten them severely, even if there are only a dozen or even a few players left in the end, that's enough!

"not good!"

Just when I raised my gun, some of the team members were more clever and had noticed my abnormality. After a moment of stunned, they immediately ran away: "That son of a bitch is going to kill us all! "

"smoke bomb!"

It has to be said that there will always be a few smart people.

Among the few people who escaped first, one took the opportunity to drop two smoke bombs for the convenience of escaping, but he was still a little too naive.

In this environment where the sea breeze is howling, the effect of the smoke bombs is minimal, and the smoke that has just risen can be easily blown away by the sea breeze.

What's more, my five senses are not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Isn't it easy to see them?

despair.

I pulled the first shot and hit the back of the head of one of the fleeing team members with precision. The blood that exploded fell on the ground along with the brain, and the corpse with only half a head left. After running two steps forward, He fell to the ground with a plop.

This time, as I expected, the other team members who were about to escape were startled.

They all stopped, dropped the guns in their hands, raised their hands obediently, and stared at me with eyes full of fear.

But I ignored them.

Instead, they turned their attention to the dozen or so escaped team members. Since they chose to escape, they must take responsibility for their actions.

I've been a sharpshooter for a long time.

But now, with the help of my five supernatural senses, as long as it is within the range of the gun, I can shoot one with confidence.

And the fact is, it's not different from what I imagined.

The second shot, the third shot, every time the gunshot sounds, a deserter will fall...

In the end, there was only one deserter left, still running desperately.

But after all, he is just an ordinary person. Even if he has received professional training, he can't run very far in this environment.

I was not in a hurry to shoot him, but smiled and watched him run towards the edge of the cliff.

This person is very smart. He knows that there is an ocean under the cliff. As long as he can jump into the ocean, the chance of escaping will be several times higher, because things like bullets cannot shoot too far in the water.

Moreover, the rough sea can provide him with a good concealment effect.

It's a pity that he is still tens of meters away from the edge of the cliff. Although he runs fast, so what?

Can it be faster than the bullet in my hand?

Bang!
When the shot was fired, the man was not killed immediately, but a blood hole appeared on his neck after a second.

Perhaps because he was running and his body was bouncing up and down, the shot didn't kill him.

Hit a bit off...

I couldn't help laughing, feeling a little sorry, shook my head and fired the second shot.

Bang.

Under the watchful eyes of me, No. [-], and more than a dozen surviving team members, the deserter finally fell slowly on the edge of the cliff.

He was only one step away from the cliff.

There is only one step left for him to escape, but the moment he chooses to escape, he has already lost the chance of survival...