When Ye Chen saw Old Mo drive his car into the dilapidated fishing village, he asked the young man in the pa*senger seat, pretending to be curious, “Hey man, aren’t we going to Ensenada? Why are we driving in this sh*tty village?”
The young man said casually, “Our car is almost out of fuel, there is smuggled oil in this fishing village, the price is cheap, let’s fill up here and continue our journey, we are not far from Ensenada now, a dozen kilometres away, we will be there in twenty minutes after filling up.”
After that, he stretched and said casually, “Oh, I was so f*cking sleepy after playing poker with some old moos until after three o’clock last night, I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep after I pick you up!”
With that, the pickup truck drove into a small countryside courtyard.
Ye Chen looked at Lang Hongjun and saw that he was getting more and more flustered, so he said with a smile, “Old man, don’t be so nervous, it’s just a fuel fill-up, it’s fine.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the pickup truck stopped in the courtyard, and seven or eight big men came out of the several brick houses around the courtyard, all of them, without exception, were brown-skinned Mexicans with similar tattoos, kicking their feet with Gay, spiked leather shoes, and, crucially, holding pistols in their hands.
Seeing that these men were rushing around, Lang Hongjun asked nervously, “What do they want?”
“What for?” The young man on the pa*senger seat laughed and escaped from under the seat with a pistol, pointing it at Lang Hongjun and then at Ye Chen, and said in a cold voice: “Get out of the car honestly, if you dare to run around, I’ll shoot him dead!”
Just as he finished speaking, the few big brawny men outside, reached out and pulled open the two doors in the back row of the car.
Then, each of them pointed their guns at Ye Chen and Lang Hongjun in the car, and yelled something very excitedly under their breath.
However, Ye Chen did not understand Spanish and had no idea what they were yelling about, he just found the guys’ shouting quite f*cking annoying.
Ye Chen hurriedly put his hands on his head and shouted: “Talk nicely, don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t you just want money? I have more than 1000 US dollars in my pocket, take it all! If that doesn’t work, then I’ll give you my suitcase too!”
The young man shouted, “What are you talking about? I told you to get out of the car, don’t you understand?”
Ye Chen said, “I understand, I understand.”
After saying that, he stepped out of the car.
As soon as he got out of the car, two big men, one on the left and one on the right, set him up and then used a nylon tie, about one centimetre wide, to tie his wrists behind his back.
Under normal circumstances, if a person’s wrists were tied in this way, it would be impossible for him to break the tie, even if he broke the tie into his flesh and strangled his bones.
The latch is one-way and only gets tighter and tighter, but never the slightest bit loose, which is why these crime syndicates are particularly fond of using them to restrain their victims.
According to their experience, no one had ever been able to break free from such a tie.
After Ye Chen’s side had his hands tied, Lang Hongjun was also dragged straight down from the car by the two big men.
Lang Hongjun also tried to struggle, but the other men pinned him down directly to the ground and at the same time tied his hands tightly with the zip ties as well.
Lang Hongjun ate a mouthful of dirt and vomited several times in quick succession, saying in a hoarse voice: “Blah blah blah, what the hell do you want? You are doing absolutely nothing by kidnapping a poor man like me who is already broke, I am of no half use to you, except for wasting food!”
The young man came forward, squatted on the ground, patted Lang Hongjun’s face with the barrel of his gun, and said with a smile, “Old man, don’t ever think you’re useless, in fact you’re of great use!”