Everyone Wants to Pamper the Bigshot Researcher After Her Rebirth! - Chapter 453: Changed My Mind

Chapter 453: Changed My Mind

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

After night fell, the container became very cold, the metal walls constantly sapping Song Fan’s body heat.

She felt an urge to curse but eventually climbed into the car. The gas was almost gone, so she couldn’t turn on the heater. She could only curl up in the back seat, trying to conserve what little warmth she had left.

The container was frighteningly cold, and the car’s temperature didn’t rise much either. Song Fan tried to calm her mind and assess her current situation.

She could hear the water outside and feel the ship’s movements, indicating that the ship wasn’t large.

From the time the ship set sail until now, they had certainly reached international waters.

The cold made her increasingly drowsy. She even pondered whether she had ever sailed before. If all else failed, maybe she could kidnap Charlie as a hostage. Would Jason care enough about the Brown family’s reputation to give her a chance at survival?

After much thought, the best strategy she could come up with was “play it by ear.”

Feeling dejected, Song Fan recalled that during her time as a mercenary, she had boarded a ship only a few times. Apart from her decent swimming skills, nothing particularly noteworthy came to mind.𝑅read latest ch𝒂pters at n/𝒐v(e)lbi𝒏(.)co/m

As her mind wandered, she noticed a change in the ship’s sounds. The vessel was clearly slowing down, likely preparing to stop.

Sensing movement around her, Song Fan quickly got out of the car, staying alert to the surroundings.

Night had fallen, and there was a peculiar quietness at sea, with only the faint sound of waves.

She pressed her ear against the container wall and heard the noise of speedboats. She counted silently, estimating there were three or four of them.

Suddenly, she heard voices and footsteps, causing her heart to skip a beat.

She could hear the creaking of soft-soled shoes on the deck, the sound growing closer.

Song Fan rushed back into the car, opening the trunk to grab a wrench and a fire extinguisher. Having a weapon gave her a slight sense of security.

Before she could formulate a plan, she heard the distinct sound of a lock being turned at the container door.

Within seconds, the container door opened.

Standing to the side, Song Fan barely had time to react before four or five guns were aimed at her.

Her muscles tensed, and she instinctively adopted a defensive stance. It was too late to use the car as cover.

However, there were no gunshots, nor did anyone speak.

Brian stepped out from among the men, his expression cold and disdainful.

He was accompanied by a slightly overweight foreigner. It was too dark outside for Song Fan to make out his features.

The man had the aura of someone who lived by the sea, and he carried a faint smell of fish. Song Fan guessed he was the captain.

Brian exchanged a few words with the man in what sounded like a Southeast Asian dialect, but Song Fan couldn’t understand a word.

Her heart sank further. In this environment, unable to communicate, any thoughts of escape seemed futile.

The overweight man quickly gave orders to the others, and someone pushed Song Fan, forcing her out of the container.

She glanced at the people around her. It was clear that any attempt to resist would be futile. No matter how skilled she was, taking on dozens of armed men alone was impossible.

The men guarding her moved in well-coordinated groups of three, suggesting they weren’t ordinary bodyguards. Even if they weren’t regular Southeast Asian soldiers, they were at least militarily trained, possibly mercenaries.

Trying to fight back now would only get her killed.

Silently, she followed them out of the container, noting the empty horizon and the starry sky above. But Song Fan had no time to appreciate the beauty.

The men barked orders at her in a language she didn’t understand, but Song Fan knew they wanted her to switch to the speedboat, as she was already at the edge of the deck with no other way down.

Brian watched the proceedings coldly, a mocking look in his eyes.

Song Fan turned to him and asked, “Didn’t you say we’d be sailing for a few days? It hasn’t even been 24 hours. Why are you making me leave?”

“Impressive as always, Song Fan! Even with amnesia, you’re still sharp,” Brian said, clapping twice and smiling. “Because you don’t deserve to be by his side. I changed my mind.”