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

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Being strong has its benefits.

Although my method was too bloody, but in this way, the other team members immediately obeyed my advice and did not dare to slack off. They tied up the idiot who shot just now.

"team leader……"

After everything was ready, one of the team members seemed to want to say something to me, but before he could speak, an extremely angry native language came from the entrance of the cave.

"Intruders!!"

The low, hoarse voice with explosive power seemed to tear us apart.

The voice did not fall.

A bronze-skinned, stout, shirtless man crawled out from the entrance of the cave.

He held a bow and arrow in his hand, and his resolute face was full of anger.

On the right side of the forehead, there is still a red feather of an unknown bird. Under the light of the nearby campfire, it exudes a different kind of scarlet.

Facing a total of thirteen armed team members including me, he didn't have the slightest fear, just like a king inspecting his own territory.

His eyes flicked past us one by one.

In the end, it landed on the woman who had been shot several times and died. Visible to the naked eye, he was stunned for a moment, and just for a moment, several team members had already raised their guns.

"lay down!"

My face suddenly sank, and I repeatedly scolded.

Hearing the sound, the team members put down their guns in a panic. At this moment, the first aborigine who crawled out from the entrance of the cave strode towards the woman who was shot and died. On his face, there seemed to be tears falling...

For some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in my heart at this moment.

In fact, this can't be regarded as a premonition. Anyone who is here at this moment, as long as they are not fools, can see that the woman who was shot and died has an unusual relationship with this native.

No matter whether they are backward or not, people's emotions are the same. If a beloved woman dies at the hands of an opponent, if it were any man, there would only be one thought left in his mind.

That is to tear the enemy into pieces.

Only in this way can the soul of the lover in heaven be comforted.

At this moment, less than a few seconds passed, and at the entrance of the cave, dozens of aboriginals poured in one after another, each of them was a man in his prime, standing in front of us with a burly figure, giving people An indescribable sense of oppression.

And these people, when they saw the dead woman.

There was also a ray of hatred in his eyes.

At this time, they seemed to be no longer human beings, but turned into a group of wolves, a group of wolves who chose to eat people, and we were the prey in the eyes of these wolves.

Must-kill prey!
And the dark poisonous arrows in their hands are even more deadly threats to us.

"aim!"

I gritted my teeth, knowing that being soft-hearted at this time will not accomplish anything, so I issued an order: "Aim at those women and children, but don't shoot! Without my order, don't shoot a single shot! Otherwise, don't wait If they do it, I will be the first to kill you!"

Immediately, I raised the muzzle.

He fired a shot at the rock wall above his head.

Bang!
In an instant, rock debris splashed everywhere.

After the gunshot fell, there was no sound in the entire cave.

The poisonous arrows aimed at the throats of each of us, and our guns fell on the deadly places of those women and children indiscriminately. Yes, we are a bit despicable.

But, it's worth it.

This trivial means will become our bargaining chip in the balance of survival.

I took a step forward towards the native who was holding a woman.

Then, in front of everyone, I slowly put the gun in my hand on the ground. Then, I raised my empty hand, stood up straight, and said to the native: "I, I have no malicious intentions." .”

"Captain, you, what are you talking about..."

Behind him, there was a doubtful voice from a member of the team.

He couldn't understand what I was saying.

Of course, I use the local aboriginal language, such a rare language, people who have never lived here will not be able to understand it in a short time...

Although those team members couldn't understand, the natives here could understand what I said.

"no offence?"

Looking at the tired woman in his arms, he smiled, and the smile on his face became more ferocious. He lowered his head slowly, and with a hoarse voice, he burst into anger: "Is this what you said without malice?" !"

"Is she your wife?"

I glanced at the woman in his arms, then retreated a few steps towards him, and came to the team member who was tied up. With his expression of fear on his face, I grabbed his back collar and pulled him to the aborigines. before.

"He was the one who killed your wife... Originally, I didn't want such a thing to happen, but it was too late."

"However, there is such a saying in our tribe."

"There is a grievance, and a debtor... The man killed him, and he will use his life to compensate your wife. Although I know that doing this will not save you, this is also a little sincerity I offer to you."

I said slowly.

After a series of words, the team members behind me were confused, while the natives frowned. They looked at each other a few times, and finally, all their eyes fell on the native who was holding the woman .

I use the corner of my eye.

Taking all the performances of the people present into my eyes, I can clearly see that this native holding a woman is their backbone.

After hearing my words, the native was silent for a while.

Then, he slowly put the dead woman in his arms on the ground, then silently, picked up a stone at hand, and walked to the stalactite wall behind him.

boom.

The man chiseled a few times with a stone against the stone wall, and then picked out a relatively sharp piece from the fallen stone chips.

Then, from under the animal skin around his waist, he took out a bottle that was only the size of a thumb.

It looks very small, and there are some beautiful patterns engraved on the outside.

The man pulled out the cork on the bottle, and then poured out something that looked like mud, and then used the fragments he picked out just now to wipe the mud, and then slowly walked to the place where the In front of the tied players.

"Great God King, I will sacrifice my life for you, and I beg you to forgive my wife's soul..."

Spit out the mouth, muttering some words silently.

At the beginning, I could roughly understand what he meant, but then I couldn't understand it at all.

I could only watch helplessly as the assistant took the sharp shard and slowly scratched it towards the team member's face...