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

We have come to this point, do we still have a choice?

I slowly raised my head, glanced at Feng Han, who was showing embarrassment, took a deep breath and said, "We'll go with you!"

"you sure?"

To my surprise, it was not the man with glasses who first questioned me, but Feng Han: "Didn't you just plan to intercede with those migrant workers? Why did you suddenly change your mind? This is not like your style."

Facing Feng Han's cynicism, I chose to ignore it.

"Okay, since you guys have the guts to make such a decision, then I can trust half of what you say."

The man with glasses threw us a key from a long distance.

"Seeing that you can't catch your breath right now, go and drive one. We'll follow you, but you'd better be careful and don't play any tricks, otherwise... you'll end up dead." The man with glasses pointed not far away. A line of parked armored vehicles.

Feng Han and I looked at each other, picked up the key and walked towards one of the armored vehicles.

When we came to the car, Feng Han sat in the co-pilot seat without saying a word, and he let out a long sigh after I sat in the driver's seat and closed the door.

"Damn it, I almost can't go on acting."

It was only at this time that I noticed that Feng Han's face was full of exhaustion, and his whole body was like a torn sack that had been drained of strength, spread out on the seat like mud, unable to move.

"Grandma... you drive, I'll sleep for a while, drive slowly, and wake me up when it's almost here."

Just as Feng Han finished speaking, his head tilted and he fell asleep.

Snoring loudly.

If the sound insulation effect of the armored vehicle is not good enough, I am afraid that the man in glasses who followed us would have noticed that Feng Han and I really have no strength to fight.

But it's okay, the people who followed me didn't know the specific situation of me and Feng Han at all.

I sniffed, and held the steering wheel with my remaining left arm. It was a little uncomfortable to drive with one hand, but it was okay, my two legs should always be there, and it was not a problem to step on the accelerator and brake.

But as the vehicle moved forward.

We are getting closer and closer to the shelter where Lao Zhao and the others are. When I saw those familiar unfinished buildings, I felt a little uncomfortable.

Really.

Although we had some conflicts with Lao Zhao and the others, Lao Zhao and the others were indeed okay with us.

Warm hospitality.

In terms of emotion and reason, we should not confess them now.

But there is really no way, no choice.

Alas... I can't help it at all.

After 10 minutes, I parked the car at a three-way intersection, and then kicked Feng Han, who was lying on the co-pilot, sleeping like a dead pig: "It's already here, get out of the car!"

"what……"

But what I didn't expect at all was that Feng Han, after being kicked by me, not only didn't intend to wake up, but, like sleepwalking, turned over with an irritable expression, and continued to fall asleep .

The corner of my mouth twitched slightly.

There is no free lunch in the world, and many seemingly enviable things require a certain price, such as Feng Han.

His abilities are outstanding, weird and powerful.

But the use of such abilities will also have a great impact on the user himself. Just now, the repeated use of supernatural abilities to fight has exhausted his energy, and it will take a long time to adjust to his state.

But time waits for no one.

Our current situation will not leave him enough rest time at all, but if the people of the Ability Management Bureau detect that we have lost the ability to fight, wait a minute, we only have one cross talk.

"Wake me up!"

Originally, I didn't plan to do anything, but seeing that this guy couldn't wake up without being ruthless, I used my sharp claws to cut a hole in Feng Han's arm.

Sure enough, severe pain is a very effective stimulant.

The moment the wound came out, Feng Han stood up straight from his seat, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he stared at me angrily and growled: "Are you crazy? You fucking did it to me!" ?”

Feng Han glanced at the wound on his arm, and was even more annoyed: "Why didn't you fucking cut my neck?"

"okay!"

From the rearview mirror, I have seen that the man in glasses has got out of the car.

So, I couldn't help but dragged Feng Han, who was full of anger, out of the car. After standing on the ground, this guy finally became more honest, forced his anger, and said to me: "You... ..."

"lead the way!"

It's a pity that before Feng Han finished speaking, the man with glasses walked over.

And the more than 40 combatants are already ready to go, they are ready to fight at any time, I know that this catastrophe cannot be avoided, so I can only bite the bullet and bring these people together with Feng Han Go to Lao Zhao's shelter.

Come to the abandoned construction site and step over the fence.

Looking up, you can see a few high-rise buildings that are only half built. The scattered bricks and cement on the construction site all show a dilapidated atmosphere.

Ah……

The familiar scene is reflected in my eyes, which makes me more or less touched.

We just left here half a day ago, and we didn’t expect to go around and come back here again, but this time, not only us, but also the people from the Ability Management Bureau, whether it’s for Lao Zhao and the others , or for me, it's not good news.

"Just here?"

Because my right arm was broken, the man with glasses was standing on my right side. He was very smart and knew where to stand. Even if I made a sudden move, he would have a certain amount of time to react.

"Here, we have already searched a few days ago, and I personally led the team."

The man with glasses took a step back, stared at me and said calmly, "You're lying to me, aren't you? Are you really going to fight me to the death?"

The voice did not fall.

Swish!

At the same time, more than 40 combatants took up the weapons developed for supernatural beings in their hands, and more than 40 black muzzles were aimed at Feng Han and me.

"You do not believe?"

I closed my eyes, and the image of me holding Lao Zhao's son hostage flashed in my mind not long ago.

"there."

I pointed to the rotten boards under several bags of cement not far away: "If you uncover that thing, there will be unexpected gains."

"Ok?"

Looking in the direction of my finger, the man with glasses couldn't help frowning, and after looking at me again, he was suspicious. Among the more than 40 combatants, he sent two people to check: "You, and you, go to Go and have a look! If you find anything, report to me immediately!"

"understand!"