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

Terrible screams pierced the night sky.

Even I, who was used to this kind of scene, couldn't bear it. After all, just a few hours ago, they were still by my side, but now, it was only a few hours away. .

There are already people who are separated from me.

The team member surnamed Village was tied up in a messy manner, without any rules, just like a caught animal.

He was gagged and thrown aside.

Now he has completely lost the ability to escape, and can only lie on the ground trembling while enduring the severe pain.

I know how desperate he is right now.

But he should feel lucky, glad that he wasn't the one who died first, because judging by the actions of those aborigines, they probably didn't plan to eat up the prey they caught overnight...

carnival.

The aborigines on the island are extremely backward in development, and their usual entertainment methods are few, or even non-existent.

In addition to eating and drinking, there is only sex for their entertainment.

Most of the aborigines, after eating and drinking enough, men and women face each other, and soon entangled together.

Shame does not exist in them at all.

The most primitive and rough activities are what they worship, because their tribe can only survive if they reproduce offspring.

"call……"

I took a deep breath and felt a little tired.

If I had known this, I shouldn't have sent those two team members away. At least if I let them follow me, I could still save my own life, so that I wouldn't end up being someone else's food. This is a bit too sad .

But, it is also impossible.

I can guard them for a while, but I can't guard them forever.

If you want to blame, you can only blame them for their bad luck. In such a huge jungle, they were unlucky enough to meet four aborigines who were hunting outside...

Late at night.

The bonfire that was originally burning became calm, and the carnival among the aborigines gradually came to an end.

They each returned to their houses, leaving only a few male vigils.

I saw all this in my eyes, and knew that I should act immediately, and waited for a while. When the moon was on the branch, I jumped down from the tree like a light civet cat.

Bending down, hiding among the weeds and bushes, gradually approaching the tribe.

The closer we got, the stronger the pungent smell of wine and barbecue. I didn't dare to be careless. I carefully and cautiously bypassed the male aborigines who were watching the night, and quietly came to the tribe. .

Gada.

I touched a hard object next to my feet. I looked down and saw that it was a human bone, a human leg bone, but the meat that was attached to this bone has been completely cleaned out, not even a shred of meat. Nothing left.

I hid behind a thatched hut.

After hiding his figure, he glanced at the team member who was tied up in the middle of the tribe's open space.

As prey, no, as food, the status in the tribe is still very important.

There are special guards.

If I want to get close to that team member, unless I can quietly get rid of the two guards and the two aborigines, it is not a big problem for me, but the difficulty is that if I want to get rid of them If there are two, there will definitely be quite a commotion.

At that time, it will probably put me in a dilemma.

This is not the result I want, so after weighing it twice, I decided to find what I want first...

Glancing around, my eyes quickly locked on the largest house in the tribe.

Although it is equally simple, its volume is equivalent to twice that of other houses.

There was a slight smile on the corner of my mouth. I remember correctly. After the carnival ended, Barto, the chief of the tribe, entered that room with two women...

Suppose, the aborigines in this tribe really have that black box on hand.

The biggest possibility is that it is in the hands of the head of the clan, go to his room to find it first, it must be right...

I dive into the jungle again.

Going around in a circle, I came to the house where Batu lived by the most conservative route. Standing outside the house, without going in, I could hear the sound of someone having sex inside, the violent collision of the flesh, telling me What are men and women doing...

Really energetic.

I felt a little bit of emotion in my heart, only to hear the breathing inside getting faster and faster until it stopped.

I know the people inside are done.

And usually at this time, it is also the time when people's defense is weakest, but I don't plan to make a move now, but wait until the sound of breathing inside gradually calms down, and when the man's snoring is thunderous, I sneak in quietly.

I took out the flashlight and adjusted the light to the weakest crotch.

Then he used his other hand to block the light source, relying on the ray of light passing through the gap between his fingers, he could clearly see the structure inside.

Very simple.

In the huge space, there was only one bed made of stones. In order to be as comfortable as possible, the middle layer was covered with weeds, and the top layer was made of animal skins as a bedding.

Lying naked on the bed, a man and two women.

Hug left and right.

I shook my head slightly. To a certain extent, if there were no invaders, the lives of these aborigines would be comfortable.

They have a lot less stress and worry than modern people.

What they need to worry about most is water and food, and the goal of their life is to reproduce offspring, which is much easier than many livestock in modern society...

I sniffed.

I started to search around, but to be honest, the structure here is very simple, and there is nothing special to look for.

It was nothing more than a bed, with mason jars piled beside it.

I frowned, because I didn't know the size of the black box, I even checked every mason jar in the corner of the other party, and even poured out the water and meat inside.

But after some searching, there was nothing.

Strange, isn't it here...

I frowned and glanced at the three people lying on the bed. After hesitating for a moment, I retreated from the room, turned around and walked into another room, intending to continue searching.

To get what I want is nothing more than a waste of effort.

Fortunately, this tribe is not big, and it is full, and there are no more than ten thatched huts here.

It would take at most an hour to search them all. I have been waiting for a whole day, and this hour is nothing to me.

I entered the second room with extreme caution.

After entering, I realized that all the people sleeping in this thatched cottage were women...