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

I didn't shoot, but just grabbed his shoulder and threw him out of the cab.

This is not because I am soft-hearted, but because I deeply know that in this situation, it is better not to waste bullets, after all there are thousands of ferocious mutant creatures out there.

Then I, I sat firmly in the driving seat, grabbed the steering wheel and kicked the accelerator to the end.

The original driver didn't dare to drive too fast, but I didn't have any scruples, so I drove directly out of the chaos of more than 300 people.

I went too fast and even hit a few people.

However, it doesn't matter to me, anyway, they have nothing to do with me, they die when they die, and throwing them here can also attract the attention of some mutant creatures for us.

The headlights illuminated the front, facing some oncoming mutated creatures.

There's nowhere to hide, and I can only hope the car is strong enough that I can drive straight through it at full throttle.

But just when I was about to collide with a mutated creature with a horned monkey face, it was suddenly smashed into a meat paste by dozens of bullets, and the windshield was stained with blood.

"And I!"

Faintly, I heard Vijay's voice from the rear of the carriage.

It was him, and he was still shooting with his weak body.

For the first time, I included him in the category of my own people, and at the same time, having him clear the obstacles ahead for me made me feel a lot easier.

hum!
In the rearview mirror, besides me, I can see that the remaining two cars also turned around and followed closely behind us.

Damn!

This is the result I don't want to see.

Those people didn't all die in the belly of the mutated creature as I thought, but they kept following us closely!

Forget it, just follow!
Now is not the time to worry about that, anyway, they can play a certain role by following us, at least the oncoming mutant creatures have more targets to choose from.

Going back the same way is much easier than continuing to move forward, and there are fewer mutant creatures to face.

Soon, we reached the lake.

"Fight!"

I gritted my teeth, pumped the gas pedal and drove the truck straight into the lake.

The layout of the cab is no different from that of ordinary cars, so I guess that this thing can automatically sense the changes in the environment, and it can also turn on the function of driving on water.

Of course, if my guess is wrong, the highly acidic lake water is enough to melt the car, me and Vijay in a few minutes, leaving no bones left.

This is a gamble, and the bet is our own life.

After a few seconds, my anxious heart relaxed a little.

Bet won!
In the rearview mirror, it could be seen that the other two cars followed, and behind them, when the swarming mutant creatures came to the lake, they stopped unwillingly and roared.

"Good job!"

Vijay's excited voice came from the carriage.

But I still dare not relax my vigilance, what will happen if the other two cars find me after we go ashore.

Is it time to get rid of them?
Or should we try our best to cooperate with them?
I sighed and drove on the calm lake.

I have to say that it is more convenient to have a means of transportation. Previously, it took us several hours to go ashore. With full power, it took less than half an hour to go ashore.

I noticed that after driving such a long distance, the fuel gauge was dropping rapidly, but it should be fine until we get back to the camp on the island.

"Buzz!"

After the other two vehicles landed, the communicator on my arm lit up.

After glancing at the order again, I couldn't help frowning. It's this time, and someone is still giving the order.

That is to say, there are still high-level people alive?

It seems that it is inevitable to kill a few more people.

If the surviving people are all mercenaries, there may still be opportunities for negotiation and cooperation, but if there are high-level executives of the company, then I'd better not have this idea.

People who seek skin from tigers usually end up dying miserably.

It has been six hours since we started the evacuation, and we are finally back at camp.

It's just that there are only dozens of people left in the team of thousands of people before leaving, and even these dozens of people have suffered serious injuries.

"Damn, damn it!"

As soon as I got out of the car, I quietly changed into an outfit. The blood-stained clothes were pulled off the dead man.

With goggles and a dust mask on, it's hard to spot me.

"It failed!"

I keenly noticed that another car got off a man whose chest was clawed by a mutated creature. He was thin and had a gloomy face. He punched the hood angrily, panting heavily. gas.

This person is my immediate superior, the commander.

Now, without the confident look he had before, he turned pale and said to the man wearing glasses, "Get ready for surgery! Help me sew up the wound!"

The man with the glasses is a doctor, and he is lucky to be alive.

Facing the commander's roar, the doctor just nodded lightly, and then led the commander into the tent with the red cross pattern on it.

The rest of the people were all listless. Some walked into the tents for rest, some wiped their guns, and some squatted down on the spot and lit cigarettes.

Unsurprisingly, several people had mental breakdowns, knelt on the ground and wailed loudly.

Everyone here who is still alive knows in his heart that the team of thousands of people failed to rush out alive, and there are only a few dozen of us left. I am afraid that the final result can only die here.

The camp was shrouded in negative emotions, but I was the only one in a good mood.

I leaned in front of the car door, looking at those wailing people, I wanted to laugh a little.

After all, just a few hours ago, I was even prepared to face death, and being able to get away with it already made me grin from ear to ear.

"We're still alive."

Vijay climbed out of the car with great difficulty, finally stood up straight, patted me on the shoulder easily, and his expression became as lost as those people, "But, we, we may no longer be able to If you leave here, you will either die of old age in this ghost place, or be eaten by those ghost things, anyway, the end will not be any better."

"is it?"

I didn't take it seriously when I heard his pessimistic words.

I have every reason to believe that we still have a chance to get out of here!