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

"Brother Zhao! Let's go! Leave me alone!"

"Hurry up! If it's too late...ahem...it'll be too late!"

The people on Lao Zhao's side are already preparing to retreat. They are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and they have no idea of ​​continuing to fight, and the people on the side of the Ability Management Bureau are also ready to stop.

Although the man with glasses looked ugly, he was not stupid at this critical moment.

As a commander, you see the situation in full view.

He knew better than anyone present that even up until now, the Ability Management Bureau still had the upper hand in terms of numbers, and the battle between the two sides had been at odds.

But this is on the premise that Lao Zhao and the others have worries about their future.

But you must know that rabbits bite people when they are in a hurry. If this group of guys are really pushed into a hurry, then neither side will get any benefit.

The result of losing both sides is not what the man with glasses wants.

"You talk nonsense again, I will beat you!"

Old Zhao looked at the seriously injured worker with a distressed expression on his face. Although he cursed vulgarly, he knew better than anyone else that what his worker said was right.

They are just a group of migrant workers living in a dark basement with limited medical resources, and this worker has suffered at least dozens of wounds, a large area of ​​wound damage, and two arteries that are not bleeding.

10 minutes.

No, 5 minutes is enough.

In just 5 minutes, the worker who was with them day and night would die from excessive blood loss.

"Go!"

Seeing that Lao Zhao and the others were still lingering in the same place, Lao Zhao's worker became angry. He reached out to grab a steel bar, and before Lao Zhao had time to react, he thrust it into his own throat, killing him on the spot.

"The sea!"

Lao Zhao was heartbroken when his fellow worker passed away.

But things have happened, regretting is useless, all they can do is accept.

"Brother, if we don't leave, we won't be able to leave. No matter what happens, we can't let Dahai sacrifice in vain!"

There are still these smart people among his teammates. Under the joint efforts of their reporters, Lao Zhao finally let go of Hai Hai's hand, turned around, and glanced at the Ability Management Bureau with extremely resentful eyes. After that, they disappeared into the depths of the underground garage.

The prosperous atmosphere finally quieted down at this moment.

The scene was silent, with only the faint sound of breathing, and I was lying under the two corpses, quietly observing the people in the Ability Management Bureau through the gap.

I saw the man with glasses clenched his fists tightly.

After a while, I slowly relaxed again...

"call……"

Accompanied by his thorough exhalation, the surviving combatants of the Ability Management Bureau also breathed a sigh of relief.

No one has lost this battle.

But everyone is a loser. They looked at their injuries, and everyone fell into silence.

"team……"

I don't know how long it took, but one of the fighters finally mustered up the courage to speak first: "Captain, what should we do now? This time the loss is too great. We have lost a total of five superhumans, more than 20 combatants..."

"The battle recorder has already uploaded all the images, if the higher up blames it..."

"So what!"

Before the combatant could finish his sentence, suddenly, as if he had been stimulated by something, the man with glasses shuddered violently: "The failure of this operation was not my decision-making error! Dead, now I have the final say, understand?"

"understand!"

snort!
The man with glasses snorted coldly, then he flicked his hand, pulled out a pistol from the pocket of the person next to him, raised his hand and shot the corpse in front of him.

I thought it was just a normal post-war cleanup of the battlefield.

But what I didn't expect was that the body that was hit by a shot actually let out a tragic wail. The sound made my scalp tingle and goose bumps all over my body.

I was slightly taken aback.

Originally, I thought I was the only one who fell here and pretended to be dead, but what I didn't expect was that I had a companion.

Sure enough, survival is a human instinct, it is nature.

"I beg you……"

The dead ghost who was shot in the abdomen was not completely dead. He wailed in pain and turned to his eyes. The man cried and begged: "I don't want to die, I don't want to fight those monsters, please, please Let me go!"

"What we need are martyrs who die bravely in battle, not deserters who live on in this world."

But in the face of such a scene, the man with glasses didn't have the slightest soft-heartedness. He simply and neatly pulled the trigger, and it was over with one shot. The poor guy's life was followed by the second shot and the third shot.

Six rounds were fired in a row.

There are five ghosts who died under his gun.

Of the five people pretending to be dead, none of them are alive now, which made me nervous. How dare this guy notice those people pretending to be dead?Does that mean I can't escape?
I feel my body.

After taking in some energy, my body has recovered its basic ability to move, but my combat effectiveness is definitely not as good as before, and my U coins have not recovered yet.

My entire right arm is broken, and although it is recovering at an extremely fast speed, judging by my own estimation, it will take at least two hours.

But now, on the side of the Ability Management Bureau.

Even if you don’t count the man with the glasses, there are still more than a dozen combatants, all of whom are seventeen. weapons developed.

But now, I may be tough enough to deal with four or five people.

"When are you going to hide until? Huh?"

The man with glasses walked towards me step by step, his slow pace was full of calmness, with a flick of his finger, the empty magazine just now fell to the ground, this time he replaced it with a full magazine .

The sound of the bullet being loaded was like a knock on my soul.

I swallowed my saliva involuntarily, opened my eyes wide, and watched that guy slowly walk towards me.

Raise your hand.

call!
I was planning to explode at this moment, but at this moment, I suddenly noticed that the gun was aiming at the person who was not me, but another one beside me. dead bodies.

But it was only at this time that he noticed that this guy who looked like a corpse was actually a ghost pretending to be dead.

His chest was still heaving slightly with breathing.

It's just that the magnitude is relatively small.

And this ghost pretending to be dead is holding a gun in his hand!