Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

When the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead, many solutions emerged in Mo Qing's mind.

However, all strategies lead to the same goal in the end.

There will be an extra bullet hole in his forehead.

Seven steps away, the gun is the fastest, and within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate.

Mo Qing looked forward along the muzzle of the gun, and there was a pair of eyes full of hostility in the dim back row of the car, staring at him firmly.

It was too dark inside the car to see the face of the gunman.

"I'm just passing by. If you have anything to say, we can discuss it!" Mo Qing tried to communicate with the other party in a friendly manner.

"Fang Xia Road"

The latter spoke in broken Chinese.

Mo Qing thought for a moment before he realized what the other party said was to put down the knife.

He immediately dropped the knife on the ground and raised his hands.

Han Ling behind her had already noticed the problem, so she raised her crossbow and aimed at the carriage.

"If you dare to kill him, I will kill you!"

Han Ling's tone was flat, but the killing intent in his eyes told the people inside that this was not a joke.

Life and death are both in the mind of both parties.

The atmosphere was suffocating.

Mo Qing suggested: "We have no grievances or enmities, so we won't use knives and guns, why don't we stop and sit down and have a good chat?"

The humanity in the car said: "Let the female ninja behind the mud release the summer weapon"

"no problem"

Mo Qing waved his hand, signaling Han Ling to put away the crossbow.

He wasn't worried that the other party would shoot suddenly, because if the other party really had this idea, they would have done it the moment they found him.

Instead of waiting until now.

Sure enough, after Han Ling put down the crossbow, the people in the car also put away their guns.

"Look, it's better for everyone to think that peace is the most important thing." Mo Qing laughed loudly: "Brother, it's getting late, we don't want to bother you, let's go first!"

After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait!" The person in the car spoke again, "You must have lost your way in the desert, right?"

Mo Qing's face darkened, "How do you know?"

"You speak Chinese, so you must not be a local. You probably came here for work or travel. The two of you look tired and your clothes are dirty.
Walking again, I must have lost my way in the desert.”

Mo Qing clapped his hands, "It's really reasonable, you are right, we are lost people, but what does it have to do with you,
how?Are you going to take us home? "

As he spoke, he slowly backed away. If he found anything wrong, he would pull Han Ling and run away without hesitation.

"We can work together, I know how to get out of the desert"

"No need, I know the direction, it's just a waste of time"

Mo Qing had already been fooled once because of the rescue, and he didn't want it to happen again.

"Ahem, it's not just a star and a half, but a full 35 kilometers!"

The people in the car laughed and said: "Ahem, according to the walking speed of a normal person, you have to walk for at least two or three days.

I don't think you carry much water with you."

Mo Qing frowned. He originally thought the distance was only 25 kilometers, but it suddenly increased by ten kilometers.

Walking ten kilometers on flat ground is enough to make one unable to stand upright, let alone in a place with complex terrain like a desert.

"Even if it's 35 kilometers, we can still go to the end, and how do you know that our destination is the same place as you think? Maybe ours is a little earlier?"

"You should be going to the resort on the outskirts of Jizan, where all the tourists start from"

Mo Qing did not deny it: "You are right"

The person in the car said: "I think you should never have an accurate position,

Just going in a general direction, right? "

Without waiting for Mo Qing to answer, he continued: "In such a vast place like the desert, even if there is a small deviation from the starting point,

At the end, there will be a huge gap.”

"If I don't tell you the precise direction, the distance of 35 kilometers will only be a journey that you will never finish"

Mo Qing couldn't refute what the man said, because it was the truth.

"Cooperation is fine, but I want to know what exactly are you going to do?"

"Don't do anything, help me clean up the wound on my body"

The rear doors were opened.

With the last light in the sky, Mo Qing saw the man hiding in the car.

Short brown hair, hooked nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes, three-dimensional facial features, standard European and American appearance.

The man held out a hand, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Tom, a native of Gaul"

Mo Qing held it up, "My name is Jerry, the descendant of the dragon"

Han Ling: "..."

"Where is your injury?" Mo Qing looked Tom up and down.

"back"

Tom took off his coat, revealing his muscular back.

Mo Qing lit a torch, and by the light of the fire, he could clearly see the gun hole.

"Do you have medical equipment?"

"Yes, in the trunk"

Mo Qing opened the trunk of the car, and there were a lot of things in it, such as a sapper shovel, an axe, a chainsaw, and a crowbar.

He even saw a Luoyang shovel.

"Did you discover the big tomb in the desert? Are you equipped with a Luoyang shovel?" Mo Qing asked.

However, the other party did not intend to answer this question and said nothing.

He didn't continue to ask questions.

Soon, Mo Qing found the medical kit, which was fully prepared, and it was enough to simply treat the gunshot wound on the man's back.

Mo Qing has been shot more than once. He can't be said to be very skillful in dealing with gunshot wounds, but he can be regarded as "a long-term doctor".

It is enough to deal with the current situation.

The tools were simply sterilized, and Mo Qing began to treat the wound.

While dealing with it, he asked, "How did you get this gunshot wound?"

"Accidentally went off fire," Tom replied perfunctorily.

"Then you are very angry." Mo Qing smiled and said, "Hey, do you know that in the anorectal department of the hospital, some patients with foreign body blockage like to make excuses?"

"..."

"They all like to say they got it by accident, a scheming 0"

"I think you talk too much"

"It's not because the atmosphere is too tense, take it easy"

"I don't feel nervous"

"I don't want you to feel, I want me to feel, I feel I'm nervous"

Tom has already regretted it, why should he cooperate with such a guy?
"Okay, I'm going to pull it out, bear with it, it's a bit big!"

Mo Qing took the pliers and bit by bit the shrapnel out.

This process is the most painful.

Especially the moment when the shrapnel separates from the flesh.

It is better to die than to live.

As for Mo, adhering to the benevolent attitude of a doctor, the whole process proceeded steadily and slowly.

It can make patients feel every pain at all times.

After all, he wasn't really a doctor.

Tom grabbed the back of the front seat with his hands, the veins on his palms were bulging, and his face was hideous.