Everyone Wants to Pamper the Bigshot Researcher After Her Rebirth!-Chapter 455 - : Escape

Chapter 455: Escape

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The men escorting Song Fan spoke to each other in hushed tones. The crowd dispersed after watching the commotion.

Song Fan sighed in relief. Whether it was organ trafficking or human trafficking, having someone to communicate with meant she had a chance to escape.

The small island was primitive, with uneven, hand-carved steps. As night fell, even Song Fan felt the strain on her body from the exhausting trek.

Just when she thought she couldn’t go any further, she heard voices speaking a language she understood. They were handing her over as “cargo.”

She was shoved into a small wooden cabin. She could smell the wood and noticed the dust, but at least there was no scent of seawater.

Inside the cabin, no one bothered to remove her hood.

After what felt like hours, Song Fan, who thought she had slept a long time, heard the door open. Someone finally removed her hood.

In front of her stood an Asian woman. Though not beautiful, her muscular build indicated she was formidable.

The woman drew a knife from her calf and cut the ropes binding Song Fan.

She tossed a stack of paper at Song Fan, saying, “Write down the antidote formula. No tricks.”

Song Fan frowned. The antidote for Jason was her only leverage. It seemed the previous antidote had failed.

As long as she was valuable, they wouldn’t kill her.

The woman, growing impatient, threw a can at her from a pocket, saying, “You have one hour. Don’t think about escaping. You can’t.”

The cabin door shut again. Song Fan wasted no time opening the can. It was the cheapest canned starch from a supermarket, but it was food, and it would keep her strength up.

After eating, she surveyed her surroundings. The room was small, without windows, just a wooden door, a chair, and a table.

She had seen two guards at the door when the woman entered but didn’t know if there were more.

Her only thought now was to find a way out.

She eyed the empty can and had an idea.

Suddenly, she dropped the can to the floor. The noise startled the guards, who opened the door and pointed their guns at her.

Song Fan lay on the floor, her face flushed. She clutched her throat as if choking, gasping and pounding the ground, her coughs growing louder, veins bulging on her neck.

Seeing her outstretched hand begging for help, the guards hesitated. One finally approached while the other kept his gun trained on her.

If Song Fan died, they wouldn’t survive either. They couldn’t take any chances.

As the guard leaned in to pat her back, Song Fan seized the moment. She grabbed him, using him as a shield. The other guard dared not fire.

Quickly, she snatched the gun from the first guard.

“Bang!” A bullet tore through his thigh, and he screamed.

Without waiting, Song Fan fired again, hitting the second guard in the leg.

She wasted no time, grabbing the second guard’s gun as well.

Knowing the gunshots would attract reinforcements, she ran out of the cabin.

But she quickly turned back to grab the can. Even a small thing could be crucial on this primitive island.

After eating and resting, her strength had returned. She dashed into the forest, her speed aided by the adrenaline rush.

The night was dark, making it impossible to navigate.

She ran several meters into the dense forest, circling back to the woods behind the cabin.

Just as she settled, reinforcements arrived.

Men shouted, speaking in a language she didn’t understand. The two injured guards groaned and pointed in her direction.

Immediately, a dozen men set off towards the forest, searching for her.