"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.
