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

I held Lao Zhao's son hostage, and approached the exit bit by bit, while Lao Zhao and his group approached us tightly.

At this moment, this dark and closed underground parking lot is like a powder keg.

All it takes to explode is a little spark.

"You should let go of my son!" Old Zhao was like a raging beast, his eyes were full of rage, but his own flesh and blood fell into my hands, but he couldn't do it even if he wanted to.

"let's go!"

Feng Han opened the way behind me, and moved the broken wooden boards blocking the exit with his supernatural power. When a ray of sunlight came in from the outside, I finally saw the faces of people like Lao Zhao clearly.

pale.

The withered face was pale without a trace of blood, and the lips were dark purple. It can be seen that the group of them has been hiding in the dark dungeon for a long time, and only those who have not seen the sun for a long time will change. Be like this.

When will it go on like this...

I suddenly felt a chill in my heart. Although Lao Zhao and the others did this, they could avoid the pursuit of the Ability Management Bureau.

Dogs live in the basement with their families.

But is it really good to do so?At this point, the living people are neither human nor ghost, and, besides them, there are also their own children...

I glanced at the little guy in my arms.

He was only eleven or twelve years old, and he was in school. However, at this bud-like age, he was restricted by various factors to live in this kind of place.

"Let him go!"

When we retreated to the cement tank on the construction site that had been suspended for a long time, Lao Zhao shouted to me again.

At the same time, he was also very smart, letting his fellow workers stop beside him.

Keeping a relatively safe distance from us, I winked at Feng Han beside me, and he nodded to me, indicating that he was ready to attack at any time.

"Brother Zhao, let me just say it, these two bastards must be ghosts sent by the Ability Management Bureau!"

"That's all right, we've all been killed!"

Constrained by the current living environment, although people like Lao Zhao are relatively united, contradictions among them always exist.

Old Zhao roared, "Stop making noise!"

Fortunately, as the foreman of these people, Lao Zhao's majesty still exists. After the order was given, the others immediately shut up.

Under the gaze of Old Zhao, I slowly put down the little guy in my arms.

"A Bao, come here quickly!" Old Zhao Nianzi was eager, beckoning to the child anxiously, but he didn't dare to go forward rashly, for fear that I would do something to his precious son.

"Ok!"

However, after Lao Zhao's son was put down by me, although he nodded to his father, he did not follow what his father said.

Instead, he raised his pale face, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the sun in the sky.

The warm sunshine shone on the little guy's face, and the little guy smiled happily.

On the dilapidated construction site, Lao Zhao and his party are as white as paper.

In stark contrast to this innocent little guy at this time, I thought that after all these years of hardships, my heart had already been honed to be as hard as iron stone, but at this moment, my heart felt a little painful.

After the heavy rain that spread to the whole world.

Right and wrong, ethics and morality are no longer so important. The rules and order originally established in human society began to gradually collapse after the emergence of supernatural beings.

While governments across the globe are working hard, keeping countries functioning.

But going on like this is always not an option.

Hiding in a dark corner and surviving is the purpose of Lao Zhao and his group. In my eyes, doing so is a bit irresponsible to myself and my family. After all, how can such a life be lived by human beings?

But for them, escaping life is already the best choice.

So far, it is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong.

"A Bao!"

Old Zhao called again, and this time, his precious son finally came to his senses, opened his calf, and ran into Old Zhao's arms.

Old Zhao hugged his son tightly, crying.

And the few workers around Lao Zhao looked at me and Feng Han fiercely, eager to try.

"If you wait to start fighting, try not to be obsessed with fighting, and retreat while fighting!"

I whispered to Feng Han beside me: "Don't kill me, after all, our target is not them..."

"fart!"

Feng Han doesn't have the brilliance of my humanity at the moment: "You don't plan to kill them, you are kind, but what about them? Don't you see what those guys look like? If they get caught by them, the two of us may die. Whole body."

I'm a little stumped.

Feng Han is right. Although I don't want to admit it, I understand it in my heart.

"Damn it, hold Abao hostage, I think you two are tired of living!" Just as I expected, after I returned Lao Zhao's son, these people had lost their only scruples and were about to start asking for help. We did it.

"Wait!"

Then at this time, unexpectedly, Lao Zhao, who was holding his son hostage by me, stood up and said something for us: "At the same time, the people in Tianya are degraded, let them go."

"But Brother Zhao!"

"Let them go!"

Old Zhao's voice became irresistible: "The Ability Management Bureau has a lot of eyeliners in the new area, they will be discovered soon, and there will be no good fruit for them."

"But you can't trust the words of outsiders!"

One of them hurriedly said: "If these two bastards expose our location, then we will inevitably be entangled with the Ability Management Bureau..."

"Listen to me, listen to you?"

Old Zhao's eyes slowly sank.

As a person who has been on the battlefield several times, I can clearly feel that at this moment, Lao Zhao has an extremely strong killing intent.

This half-life migrant worker...

I took a deep breath, and my heart seemed to be touched by something.

After Lao Zhao said these words, those workers who were planning to attack us just now also lowered their heads. Under Lao Zhao's greeting, they walked into the dark underground parking lot one by one.

When the cover of the entrance was closed again, I saw the look that Lao Zhao cast on me.

indifferent.

And with a touch of warmth.

On the cover box, I raised my head and looked around at the dilapidated scenes. Maybe in this century, the brilliance of human nature is slowly passing away.