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

The United States is different from China. Although the medical treatment is outstanding, of course it is expensive, which has also spawned a large number of senior private doctors.

Although the price was outrageously expensive, Charles was obviously not the one who was short of money.

And he and his personal doctor seem to have a good relationship.

When I came to the ward, the doctor first glanced at me, frowned, and then set his sights on Charles.

After Charles and the doctor whispered a few words, the doctor took him to take a CT first. As soon as the film was taken out, I saw the device that Charles said was installed in his neck.

The size of broad beans.

"It's not easy to take this thing out. It may damage the nerves and cause irreversible damage. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Sure!"

After getting an affirmative reply from Charles, the operation began.

The anesthetic didn't have any effect on Charles, but in front of his family, this guy just chose to use the knife directly, and the scalpel cut his skin, bit by bit.

And he was panting non-stop.

I just sat quietly and watched, watching, and suddenly a few memory fragments flashed in my mind. Only then did I remember those things in my body, and I couldn't help but raise my hand and put it on my chest. superior.

The company had planted a bomb in my body before.

This is why I am subject to them, but after the nuclear explosion, I don't seem to feel the existence of those bombs.

Perhaps, those bombs have been wiped out along with the nuclear explosion?

I suddenly felt a little worried, stood up quickly, and walked towards the CT room beside me.

It's not difficult to manipulate the machine to take a film of me, especially since I just witnessed the whole process, relying on the memory that is different from ordinary people, I can completely copy the whole process again.

The operation on the other side of Charles is still in progress, and the film on my side has been shot.

Looking through the light, everything is normal.

The original shadows in the heart have disappeared, and it seems that the nuclear explosion experienced is not useless.

At the very least, it relieved my major worry!

Half an hour later, Charles' operation was completed. He managed to hold on until the wound was stitched up. He was sweating profusely. He put on his clothes again, and trampled the little thing he took out under his feet, crushing it into scum.

Pay and leave.

There are only these two left in the process, but just as we were about to leave after paying the payment, the doctor suddenly stopped Charles.

"I remember who he is!"

"I've seen him on the wanted notice before!"

The doctor took out his mobile phone, and after a few quick taps, he pointed the screen at the two of us.

And Charles and I also clearly saw the information displayed on the screen. What was displayed on the screen was a half-length photo with the amount of the reward attached.

Good guy.

2000 million, US dollars.

Looking at the slightly thinner photo, I couldn't help touching my chin and grinning.

As early as when I entered the United States a few times before, something happened. At that time, I was basically a famous person, but I didn’t expect that after so long, I would still be there. Wanted list.

I never thought that I was so valuable.

"Oh my God, what the hell! You're staying with a murderer!"

While talking, the doctor retreated to his desk, raised his hand, picked up the phone, and was about to make a call.

Snapped!
Just when he was about to press the last number, I had already come behind him in a dodge, and raised my hand to strike his neck with a hand knife.

The strength was well controlled, and he was knocked unconscious in one fell swoop.

"This……"

Charles was taken aback for a moment, then looked at me dumbfounded: "You never told me that you are still a fugitive."

"Aren't you a fugitive now?"

I asked him back.

"That's right." There was a bitter smile on the corner of Charles' mouth, then he sighed, took out another wad of money from his handbag, and gently placed it on the doctor's desk.

Then he waved to me: "Let's go, the longer you stay, the greater the risk, we have to get out of here quickly."

He was quite right.

I nodded, didn't linger too much on this topic, and followed him downstairs by elevator.

But we had just stepped out of the front door of the building, and the busy street in between has been blocked by the local police station, and dozens of guns were aimed at the two of us.

"Listen to the fugitives in front, put your hands on your head and squat down!"

One of them, a police officer in a cap, shouted at us with a megaphone.

"Otherwise we'll shoot!"

"Be careful!"

Charles' face became ugly: "They know we are supernatural beings."

"so what?"

I don't care.

I don't think these ordinary guns and ammunition can do me any harm. As long as I want to, I can walk sideways in this small town.

"They have weapons that target supernatural beings. As long as we get shot, we have to go back to that damned place!"

"Then what are you going to do now?" I glanced at Charles in a normal way.

"Do it hard!"

This guy is also a man. Facing so many muzzles, without saying a word, he threw away the handbag in his hand, and his whole figure expanded rapidly in an instant, like a hydrogen balloon full of air.

The originally well-fitting suit could not cover the swollen muscles at all.

His surface skin grew golden-yellow hair at a speed visible to the naked eye, his fangs protruded, his muscles twisted, and he looked like a half-orc.

"Roar!"

In less than two breaths, even before I could react, this guy had already rushed out, planning to fight directly with brute force.

"Headache."

I was convinced that what Charles said was true, so at the last moment he acted, I decided to shoot too.

And those police stations are obviously not the first time to deal with such a situation.

The bullets flying all over the sky are flying towards us. I am fine. After all, although these bullets are faster and denser than ordinary bullets, I can still dodge them with my superhuman reaction ability and years of experience.

But Charles was not so lucky. He became a half-orc, and his size was several times larger than before.

Although his strength has also risen simultaneously, but now he is a walking target.

He had already been shot several times just after tearing apart two police cars!
Blood flowed profusely from his back, his lion-like head looked up to the sky and let out a loud roar: "Roar!"

Immediately afterwards, an astonishing scene happened in my sight. Charles, who had been hit by those bullets, could no longer maintain his half-orc form, and the whole person quickly recovered as if discouraged, and fell to the ground with a plop.