Everyone Wants to Pamper the Bigshot Researcher After Her Rebirth!-Chapter 463 - : Equipment Blind Box

Chapter 463: Equipment Blind Box

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The two approaching figures wore their own clothes, not the fishermen’s outfits, indicating they were normal people.

Though vigilant, their movements were uncoordinated. One man’s double chin showed their combat skills were likely poor. Song Fan felt confident she could handle both.

But then she noticed one of them had a handgun at his waist.

When the two were a step away from the bushes, Song Fan grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it at them.

This street-fighting trick startled even Cao Lei. Song Fan’s combat style shifted too quickly.

Song Fan didn’t mind. In a life-or-death situation, any tactic was valid if it led to survival.

The supposedly dying Sun Yu sprang up and kicked the chubby man in the groin. He screamed, clutching his crotch and hopping in pain.

His companion, rubbing his eyes, hesitated at the scream. Song Fan seized the moment, swiftly disarming him and pinning him to the ground.

Cao Lei’s rope was useful again, adding two more prisoners.

Through “interrogation,” Song Fan confirmed that all those in civilian clothes had voluntarily come to the island, and all had connections to the Brown Group.

Those dressed as fishermen were all mentally unstable and had undergone some kind of surgery.

By the next day, using the same method, they had captured over a dozen people.

Song Fan kept only the sane ones. Cao Lei, dramatically explaining their dire situation, convinced them to join. His exaggeration of Song Fan as a benefactor helped. They agreed to rebel.

What they truly thought remained unclear, but Song Fan needed to expand her group to increase their escape chances.

By the fourth day, with nearly thirty people, Song Fan felt ready to proceed with the next part of her plan.

“Boss, we haven’t eaten in days,” one of the newcomers complained. Having spent days trekking through the rainforest, everyone was nearly starving.

Thanks to Song Fan’s survival skills, they found some wild fruits, but it was barely enough for one meal a day.

“Don’t worry. We’ll eat soon,” Song Fan reassured Cao Lei, patting his shoulder. It was time to start her plan.

She had the gathered supplies laid out. Aside from two fresh cans, they had homemade guns, knives, machetes, and a barrel of fireworks.

Cao Lei eagerly sniffed the cans, “Oh my god, it’s meat! Meat!”

Song Fan took a can and smelled it. It was identical to the one she had when captured. She touched the inner wall, feeling the oil residue, “This is fresh. The oil hasn’t dried, so it was opened within the last 12 hours.”

“But we can’t survive just licking the oil, right?” Cao Lei, exhausted, sat on the ground.

Song Fan examined the group’s items: whistles, ropes, lighters, cigarettes, and even some with insoles at their waists.

“How did you get these things?” she asked.

A man slapped the insoles in his hands, “They gave us equipment blind boxes when we arrived. Am I supposed to beat someone to death with these or stink them to death after wearing them? It’s ridiculous!”

Sun Yu, exasperated, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, “Look at this. Am I supposed to offer the enemy a smoke and wait for them to die of lung cancer? I might die of secondhand smoke first!”

After spending several days together, Sun Yu’s ability to rant had emerged. She had determined Song Fan wouldn’t harm her and had even come to admire her, treating her as her only friend on the island. She spoke freely now.

But Song Fan noticed another issue: the fishermen had weapons, the worst being knives, and many had guns. Crucially, they all had food.

No one had enough food for three days, so where did the fresh cans come from?

“Boss, are you hallucinating from hunger?” Cao Lei asked, seeing her lost in thought.