As Lao Mo drove the vehicle into the crumbling fishing vige, Charlie feigned curiosity and asked the young man in the passenger seat, “Hey there, aren’t we heading to Ensenada? How can we be driving out here without any issues? Are you from this vige?”


    The young man replied nonchntly, “We’re low on gas. There’s some smuggled oil avable in this fishing vige, and it’s quite cheap. Let’s fill up here and then we won’t be far from Ensenada—it’ll only take about 20 minutes after we refuel.”


    After saying this, he stretched his arms and added, “I was ying cards with some of the old guys until after three in the morning; I’m really tired. Once I drop you off, I’ll finally get some rest!”


    With that, the pickup truck pulled into a rural courtyard.


    Charlie nced at Trent beside him, noticing his growing anxiety. He smiled reassuringly and said, “Hey brother, don’t stress out so much. Just rx, it’s all good.” <h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Just as he finished, the truck came to a halt in the yard. Seven or eight muscr men emerged from various brick houses nearby. They were all brown-skinned Mexicans, marked with simr tattoos, sporting pointed-toed shoes, and each brandished a pistol.


    Seeing the group approach, Trent’s voice trembled as he asked, “What are they going to do?!”


    Right after his words, the burly men outside reached in and swung open the two rear doors.


    They all aimed their guns at Charlie and Trent, shouting excitedly in Spanish. However, Charlie couldn’t grasp what they were yelling and found their noise incredibly irritating.


    In a rush, Charlie put his hands over his head and shouted, “If you want something, just talk! Don’t shoot! You just want money, right? I have over a thousand dors in my pocket—take it all! If that’s not enough, I’ll give you my suitcase too!”<fnd887> Official source is find?novel</fnd887>


    The young man snapped back, “What are you babbling about? I told you to get out of the vehicle. Do you not understand?”


    Charlie quickly replied, “I understand, I understand.”


    He then stepped out of the car.


    The moment he exited, two burly men grabbed him by the arms and swiftly tied his wrists behind his back with nylon straps about an inch wide.


    This type of nylon tie was incredibly strong; under normal circumstances, once a person’s hands were bound in this manner, even the most desperate attempts to break free would only result in pain and injury, rendering escape impossible.


    Moreover, the buckle of these ties was one-way, meaning they would only tighten, never loosen—making them a favorite tool for these criminal groups to restrain their victims.


    In their experience, no one had ever managed to free themselves from such bindings.


    Once Charlie was secured, Trent was also forcibly pulled from the car by tworge men.


    Trent struggled fiercely but was quickly subdued and brought to the ground, where his hands were simrly fastened with cable ties.


    Spitting out dirt, he gagged several times and hoarsely eximed, “What are you doing?! Kidnapping a broke guy like me is pointless! I’m telling you, I’m just a waste of space!”


    The young man approached, squatted down beside Trent, and, with a smirk, tapped his face with the barrel of his gun. “Don’t underestimate yourself, brother. You’re actually quite valuable!”</pwith>