Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

The female assistant swallowed the last sip of water, turned around, and prepared to run towards Yang Ningcong.

She had just stepped out with her left leg.

bang...

A voice rang out.

A huge blast of air erupted from the deepest part of the shelter, in the corner where Meng Tiantian was.

The scorching orange-red light instantly engulfed the dark interior space.

Several heavy pieces of sheet metal, originally intended to block the wind, were torn apart and thrown away like pieces of paper by the force of the bomb.

The first to be affected was Meng Tiantian, who was huddled in a corner.

Then came the female assistant who had just turned around. Her body was struck squarely in the back by the shockwave, her spine snapped on the spot, and she flew forward, crashing hard into a thick tree trunk in front of her. Fragments of her internal organs mixed with blood gushed from her mouth and nose.

The airflow, carrying a large amount of sharp broken wood and sand, swept indiscriminately through the remaining space.

Yang Ningcong, who was on the outside, was knocked to the ground by the blast wave. All he could hear was a buzzing sound in his ears.

Wang Laoliu, who was standing on the periphery, reacted very quickly.

In the instant the airflow surged out, his muscle memory, accumulated over the years, allowed him to make a standard tactical evasive maneuver.

He collapsed into the mud, clutching his head with his hands.

Mud and broken branches rained down on his back.

Once the blast wave subsided, Wang Laoliu jumped up from the ground.

The rainwater, mixed with the strong smell of gunpowder, went straight into my nostrils.

His first reaction was that he had been attacked. He drew his dagger and cautiously scanned his surroundings.

But apart from the sound of rain and the mournful cries of the surviving women, there was no hostile firepower around.

He strode toward the wreckage of the shelter, which had been blown to pieces.

The core explosion point was marked by a charred crater.

The surrounding soil was completely sintered.

And when that unique blend of chemical smells wafted over.

Wang Laoliu's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

Plastic explosives.

He could smell that scent even with his eyes closed.

It was the very piece he personally placed inside the waterproof box's interlayer!

Two mangled corpses lay scattered haphazardly not far away.

Meng Tiantian's outline was almost indistinguishable; the female internet celebrity who was drinking water lay sprawled under the tree like a lump of mud, her neck broken at a bizarre angle.

Wang Laoliu clenched his teeth tightly, and the veins on his temples bulged out.

This is completely beyond his cognitive logic.

How did that kid find out?

The partition was made so perfectly that even if someone emptied the box, they would never be able to touch the seam that was only one millimeter thick.

Even if he found out...

How did this thing end up here?

Could it be that Lin Fan can fly and secretly slipped down to bury it while they were setting up the shed?

Nonsense.

Wang Laoliu turned his head, his gaze slashing like a knife at Yang Ningcong, who was still rolling on the ground, groaning in pain.

The only person who went up and down the slope during this time was this good-for-nothing.

He brought it down!

"Young Master Yang..." Wang Laoliu walked to Yang Ningcong's side, the tip of his knife dangling at his side. "Did you take this from up there?"

Yang Ningcong's ears were still ringing, and his vision was blurred by the rain.

He vaguely heard Wang Laoliu ask a question, and when he looked up, his eyes were filled with lingering fear.

"What the hell?!" Yang Ningcong yelled at the top of his lungs, "I can't hear you! What the hell exploded?!"

Without a word, Wang Laoliu grabbed Yang Ningcong by the collar and pulled his upper body out of the mud. "I'm asking you, while you were up there, did Lin Fan ask you to bring anything down?"

This question touched upon an extremely shameful memory in Yang Ningcong's mind.

That black waterproof bag, covered in mud and tattered, was wrapped tightly in the crotch with duct tape.

He was stunned, even forgetting the pain in his thigh.

"The package..." Yang Ningcong's lips trembled, his teeth chattering, "That...it's supposed to be a return gift..."

Wang Laoliu understood.

Everything is working.

Lin Fan not only saw through his hidden scheme, but also used Yang Ningcong to return the bomb intact.

While moving supplies, these foolish women mistook Yang Ningcong's discarded packages for useful supplies and brought them into the new shelter.

Throughout the entire process, every step was a result of this group's folly paving the way for the other side.

The rain is getting heavier.

Wang Laoliu threw Yang Ningcong aside, letting the young master fall back into the mud.

He raised his head and stared intently through the thick rain at the high cave platform.

The other party is not only ruthless and vicious.

And his brain works remarkably well.

……

The muffled sound, even from a considerable distance and disturbed by the wind and rain, still clearly reached the cave.

Lin Fan stood up from the ground and walked to the edge of the platform.

The makeshift shelter that had just been built on the beach below is now gone.

The charred iron sheets and broken wooden planks lay scattered about, emitting wisps of black smoke from the rain.

A small crater was blasted into the heart of the shelter.

Two humanoid figures lay motionless in the mud and water not far away.

The few surviving women screamed and cried, stumbling around in the rain like headless flies.

Wang Laoliu's figure stood out conspicuously among them; he was pulling Yang Ningcong out of the mud, as if questioning him about something.

Lin Fan's gaze swept around the scene.

It seems this rain came a little late.

If it had been half an hour earlier, everyone would have squeezed into that small space to avoid the rain.

After this bomb goes down, it should be quiet down there.

pity.

Xu Zhixia followed to the cave entrance. Looking at the mess below, her face paled considerably.

She turned to Yang Ningcong and asked, "Is that what you had Yang Ningcong take down?"

Lin Fan's gaze did not leave the area below; he merely emitted a very soft response from his nose.

"Um."

This affirmative answer caused Xu Zhixia's fingers to unconsciously grip the rock face tighter.

Lin Fan seemed to know what she was thinking, and his tone remained completely calm.

"If we hadn't taken them down, that sound would have stayed here."

He pointed to the platform beneath his feet.

Xu Zhixia's lips moved slightly, but she stopped dwelling on whether the topic was right or wrong.

On a desert island, only those who survive are qualified to discuss morality.

She changed the question, one that arose purely out of curiosity and confusion.

"How did you find out?"

Zhou Kai and the others also wanted to know the answer to this question, so they all crowded out of the cave, listening intently.

Lin Fan turned his head and looked at Xu Zhixia.

This was the first time he had really looked at the female doctor so closely.

While everyone else was gripped by panic and despair, she maintained a professional composure.

Even though she saw him push someone down the slope, her reaction was to question him, not to scream.

Such a person is clear-headed and has value, so telling her doesn't seem to have any downsides.

Sometimes, I see things in front of my eyes.

"For example, when encountering danger, a warning will automatically appear on the retina."

As he spoke, he pointed to his right eye with his finger.

"Just now, something told me that a tropical cyclone was coming, and before, something told me that there was a bomb in the box and there were more than six hours left in the countdown."

He threw the question back at him.

"Dr. Xu, you're a professional. Based on your experience, what's wrong with me?"