Starting from Robinson Crusoe-Chapter 217 - 97: Violent Unboxing (Part 3)

"Damn it!"

Chen Zhou's heart raced, his head heated up, almost unable to believe his eyes.

Before opening the safe, he had thought the drawer might contain a prank toy, an antique porcelain, or something else expensive but useless, but he never dared to imagine it would actually be a real modern weapon.

The moment he held it in his hands, Chen Zhou felt his breath become fiery.

At this moment, all the effort had finally paid off.

A real gun, six bullets from the modern era.

On a deserted island, even if he spent 28 years, he probably couldn't make such a weapon.

Never mind that the gun only had six bullets.

If he truly went to war with the tribes, those six bullets could likely take six tribesmen, potentially turning the tide of battle and saving his life at a critical moment.

More importantly, this was a revolver.

In modern firearms, a revolver is one of the few guns with lower firing requirements, a relatively simple and durable structure, with some potential for hand-rolled ammunition.

In early Europe, there were even flintlock revolvers, which provided strong support for gun modifications.

He caressed the revolver, as if stroking the soft, delicate skin of a girl.

Chen Zhou had never felt so happy before.

Soon, he carefully wrapped the revolver and bullets in oiled paper and placed them in a separate compartment of his backpack.

...

Next December, there's a strong possibility that the Cannibal Tribes will come to the island again.

If he wants to take action by then, and the matchlock gun fails, the revolver will be the last insurance. This gun and its six bullets must not be wasted in the slightest.

After slightly calming his excitement, Chen Zhou went on to examine the paper documents in the box.

Although he couldn't read Russian, he deduced from the format of these documents that there should be some bills or checks inside, and possibly an old ledger and identity documents.

Opening a blue-covered document, as he flipped through, Chen Zhou suddenly found a small black-and-white photo tucked inside.

The photo didn't show any people; it was an abandoned, desolate factory.

The towering walls of the factory had collapsed, revealing a hole, surrounded by several lines of large Russian letters painted in white, which Chen Zhou couldn't understand.

The architectural style of the factory matched the characteristics of the late 19th century, robust and solid, with a design aesthetic that was grand and plain.

At the end of the wall stood a gigantic chimney not fully captured by the photo.

At the base of the chimney was a striking six-pointed star, with many strange symbols drawn at each of its vertices.

The black-and-white photo made it hard to distinguish specific colors.

But the moment he saw the six-pointed star, Chen Zhou had a strong feeling — the star must be red.

Flipping the photo in his hand, he glanced at the yellowed backside, finding no words, numbers, or other useful clues, and he slipped the photo back into the document.

"I can't make any sense of these things, and I don't know if they're useful at all.

Placing them alongside a revolver, is this a gangster boss's small treasure trove, or evidence of money laundering?"

"And that old photo, why does it look so strange? Could it be a human experimentation area disguised as a factory?"

Daring not to think too deeply about these matters, Chen Zhou organized all the bills, documents, and ledgers, packed them into a wooden box, and planned to store them in a cave.

He thought that after the challenge ended and he returned to the modern day, perhaps he could go online to check for information to understand the origin of these items.

If there happened to be property deeds inside, he might travel to a distant land to become a big landlord, or sell them off to make a fortune.