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

squeak--

But after a while, the anchor had been lowered, and the freighter that had been moving forward was moored at sea. I knew that the handover between this freighter and those on the shore was about to begin.

And it's time for me to make a choice.

Either go into the sea and face unknown dangers, or stay on board and be ready to fight them desperately after being discovered.

After weighing the two, I closed my eyes, held my breath and jumped directly from the deck more than ten meters high.

The scorching sun did not warm the bitingly cold sea water. After I managed to float to the surface, I did not swim straight to the shore, but swam nearly [-] meters away from the camp on the shore. left and right distance.

On the surface, I only kept my head out, trying to avoid being noticed.

But having said that, the waters here are not so calm, and the waves are still relatively rough. The difficulty of finding people in the water under such circumstances is not as easy as picking a grain of sand from the desert.

I watched the freighter and the camp as I swam toward shore.

In the camp, many people poured out, kayaks had been set up on the beach, and they drove towards the freighter. There were five ships in total, and there were two people on each kayak.

Fortunately, those people didn't realize that there was another me in the sea not far from them.

When I went ashore, I didn't care to pack my wet clothes, so I plunged into the jungle. I don't know why, maybe it's because I have lived here before. In such an environment, I actually feel a strange comfort.

Like a fish in water.

However, not long after walking in the jungle, I discovered an abnormality.

If I remember correctly, there were originally many types of creatures on this island, and the numbers were considerable, but along the way, except for some bugs, I didn't even find half of a slightly larger species.

Has it been cleaned up?

I stopped in front of a forest path, looked at a few bullet casings embedded in the mud, and couldn't help speeding up my pace.

However, my whereabouts became more and more cautious, because I was heading towards the camp I had just seen.

I have not been to this island for a long time.

Everything on this island gave me a feeling of being both familiar and unfamiliar. I must know very little about this island today. Scurrying around the island like a headless chicken.

These troops stationed on the island are different from me.

They have equipment, resources and manpower, and they must know more about the island than I do. I must go to their camp to see if I can get something useful.

At the very least, seeing you can help me decide what to do next.

Otherwise, I really only have one goal to unravel the curse, but if there is a goal, there is a goal, and I know nothing, and I don't even know how to move towards the goal.

However, when I came to the camp by the sea, I realized that I was wrong.

This place can be regarded as a sentry post at best, except for a small amount of supplies and a few military tents, there is nothing else, and there are only a few patrolling people in twos and threes.

Come to the wrong place...

I feel a little bit lost, but luckily it's not all for nothing.

These people are handing over to the people on the freighter, and they are delivering the materials bit by bit. At that time, those materials will definitely be transported back to the base camp. As long as I have the patience to follow the vines, I will definitely be able to get what I want. .

Sure enough, when I was hiding in the bushes and observing quietly.

The first batch of supplies was already in place. After a dozen people were busy loading them onto the tracked vehicle, the vehicle started, and I followed closely behind the vehicle, heading deeper into the jungle.

I followed carefully all the way.

After traveling for more than ten kilometers, I stopped, and then watched the crawler drive into a flat land, where the trees and debris had already been cleared away, and the area was about four or five football fields wide. , inside, there are all kinds of military supplies and a few tracked vehicles.

Just like a small military base.

And there are quite a few people stationed here, and there is a clear division of labor when they come and go.

It seems a bit difficult to get in, but I have a lot of patience. I hid in the bushes, waited from dawn to dark, and then to midnight, and finally got the opportunity I wanted.

There was only one soldier left, walking towards me staggeringly.

Standing not far from me, taking off my pants and peeing, the moment he appeared, I knew that my chance had come.

Taking advantage of this guy's defenselessness, I raised my hand with a hand knife.

Before he could react, I knocked him unconscious. I originally wanted to kill him, but after thinking about it, my heart softened a little. I tore off his underwear, twisted it into a rope, and tied it up directly. By the way, it was thrown a little distance from the camp.

If nothing else happened, it would take half a day for him to find a way to untie the rope when he woke up.

And those hours should be enough for me to do what I want to do.

I tugged at the camouflage uniform I just put on. Although it was a little dirty, but fortunately it was dry. Compared with the Lulu clothes I was wearing before, it was much more comfortable. Put it on Hat and goggles, and a rifle on my shoulders. After coughing a few times, I raised my chest and strode into the camp.

At this point, there were very few people coming and going in the camp.

"Hey!"

The guard on the side saw me and called me, "You know how to come back? It takes so long to piss? Don't worry about it, go back to sleep, or you will lose sleep when you go to the front line tomorrow." Fate."

"Ah."

I lowered my voice and let out a muffled snort, then turned my back and planned to walk towards a military tent not far away.

Go to the entrance of the tent and look in.

On a few simple upper and lower beds, more than a dozen soldiers were sleeping, snoring like thunder...

Turning around, after realizing that the sentries didn't pay attention to me, I immediately dodged to the back of the tent, and quietly walked towards the quiet tents.

Where there is snoring, it is the ordinary barracks.

And a quieter place is where I want to go...

"hiss……"

Just as I was quietly approaching one of the tents, I heard a sound of breathing from inside: "In less than half a month, three teams have been lost! But we can't explore that area." 20.00%! Damn it!"

"According to this style of play, we can only use human lives to pile up!"

"damn it!"

"It can't go on like this!"