Chapter 42

The task of rowing the boat didn't fall to Buck; he was tied up and couldn't row. As soon as he got on the boat, he curled up on the bottom of the several-meter-long boat. However, there was only one kidnapper holding Mouchenfei at the bow, while the other four were at the stern. They didn't need to row; there was a propulsion device similar to a floor-standing fan placed in the water at the stern, which moved the boat at a decent speed.

Buck was eyeing the figure standing on the shore. This Uncle Cheng had orchestrated the entire kidnapping but didn't go to the island, clearly intending to focus on collecting the ransom. After all, kidnappings themselves aren't usually difficult; the hard part is collecting the ransom. This is something Buck, who had served as a bodyguard multiple times, had heard often. He himself had also carried out kidnappings of enemy personnel to be handed over to a government for a reward, which was a frequent topic of discussion and planning in his mercenary team.

Buck was truly a kidnapping expert!

The current operation wasn't particularly ruthless, but it was certainly reasonable and meticulous, deserving a passing grade. If he hadn't been involved, it would likely have been a well-conceived and executed operation.

Hiding the hostage in a remote or hard-to-escape place is a good strategy. Mouchenfei, who had just spoken to her father on the phone, had already had her phone taken away. The phone, which could be traced for call records and location, had been taken by the truck driver.

But this old man didn't leave with the truck to hide; he was waiting for his accomplices to leave together...

So, how many people would be left to guard the hostage, and when would they decide to kill him?

The water in front of him wasn't too vast, but it was extensive, with numerous islands scattered throughout. Buck took one look and understood that this was the largest artificial reservoir in the entire southwestern region, a famous tourist attraction. Over 200 islands, formed by the dam of a hydroelectric station, were distributed in a palm-shaped lake. Many of these islands were rarely visited, even by fishermen. He had come here on a school trip when he was a child, and now they were clearly in a secluded corner. Even if someone called to report the location of the lake, it would be hard to pinpoint which island they were on.

This operation scored at least ten points higher than the previous one.

The lake water was very clear. A kidnapper behind him kicked Buck disdainfully: "Should we just throw this kid into the lake?"

The kidnapper in front, who was holding the girl, seemed to be more in line with Uncle Cheng's attitude: "He'll just float up if we throw him in. It's easiest to bury him on the island, leaving no trace."

Buck, who should have been begging for his life to match his acting skills, was actually a bit lazy to do so. He just stared blankly at the lake and mountains. The kidnappers probably thought he was resigned to his fate and had lost his soul, so they didn't pay attention to him. Their eyes were on the beautiful girl, who was much more appealing than the bloodstained car washer.

Mouchenfei was maintaining her pride, but her experience was still shallow. She didn't realize that this pride, combined with her status, could more strongly stimulate a man's desire to conquer, especially in a situation where they could take whatever they wanted. If the men behind hadn't noticed the boat's imbalance when they tried to move forward, they would have pounced already.

So, Mouchenfei read the lust in those hungry eyes and kept her gaze on the waves rushing past. If her arm hadn't been tightly held, she might have jumped in! The man in sunglasses was mainly focused on controlling her, not touching her inappropriately.

The lake looked close, but it was actually quite far. After a while, they finally approached a small island, about the size of half a football field, covered with dense forests and vegetation. It was far from the surrounding islands.

Buck casually turned his head and saw the car and Uncle Cheng still standing on the shore, now as small as an ant.

In his eyes, these people were also like ants. If it weren't for ensuring the girl's safety, he would have acted long ago.

So, the rubber boat rushed onto the shallow beach, and the men, unable to wait, pounced on Mouchenfei. The man in sunglasses stopped them: "Wait... bury this unlucky guy first. You'll be too tired to do anything later..."

Mouchenfei was on the verge of tears, her steps floating, seemingly regretting not jumping in earlier. But she probably wouldn't have died that easily. The scene in front of her... she couldn't imagine surviving intact!

Her eyes didn't even notice the car washer, who looked like a stray dog.

The last kidnapper lifted Buck and pushed him off the boat, falling into the shallow water. He sternly took the phones from his four accomplices: "No information can be leaked. This children's GPS watch can only receive calls, not make them. You can have a good time for a few days!"

Then he turned the boat and left!

This kidnapping plan was almost perfect!

The hostage was hidden here, and as long as they weren't discovered, the case would never be solved. Even if the police knew who was involved, they wouldn't dare to act rashly. The accomplices on the island couldn't escape, but the girl was basically doomed!

So, under the insistence of the man in sunglasses, the three accomplices dragged Buck out of the water. They were still discussing how they would satisfy their lust and torture the beautiful girl who made them drool, and they told the man in sunglasses not to take the first move...

Buck, with his eyes half-closed, saw the motorboat already far away, reduced to a small dot. He felt it was about time. The four men... except for the one holding the girl, who was a few meters away, the three dragging him were right next to him...

The key was that these four kidnappers had completely lost their vigilance. On an isolated island, a nearly dead injured person, and a completely defenseless girl, they were all deceived by the bloodstains on Buck. None of them had their weapons in hand!

Buck remained calm, completely relaxing his body to increase the burden on the three men, trying to exhaust their strength. When the three men were already panting, dragging him to the edge of an abandoned sand pit, they pulled out their knives and guns, laughing and cursing about whether the man in sunglasses was intentionally making them tired so they couldn't fight him for the girl... he suddenly attacked!

It was a sudden attack. The leg bindings, which seemed tightly tied, suddenly loosened at the ankles. Just as the three men were about to stab and kick Buck, one of them had his foot caught by Buck, who used his bound hands to grab and pull, throwing him into the sand pit!

Buck, who had been like a dead snake, suddenly sprang up. With a quick alternation of his feet, the binding loop was left on one side. A whip kick, a heavy strike to the head, and with his hands still bound, he ghostly grabbed the knife from the man and precisely stabbed it into another's neck!

Using the momentum of the kick, he gained a foothold, and his airborne body performed a spectacular flip. His hands, which had been holding the knife, separated and formed a steel ring, accurately encircling the man in sunglasses' neck!

He exerted force!

All the actions were like precise calculations, even including the pain tolerance of his injured leg. Buck's steel-like arms wrapped around the man in sunglasses' neck like a lasso, pulling down heavily. He didn't use knee strikes but directly locked his throat with his arms!

The binding still on Buck's wrists became the man in sunglasses' noose!

A clear sound of the neck bone being crushed, a click, and the spinal cord was severed! Even the blood vessels and airways still had life, but the body lost all physiological functions and collapsed!

Buck could see the girl, who was still tightly held by the man, fiercely resisting. He had anticipated this possible resistance, which effectively distracted the man in sunglasses while he was attacking the three men in the pit, giving him a few seconds of attack time!

Now, he saw the girl grab the man's left hand and bite it hard!

It was unnecessary...

But Buck didn't have time to say anything. He released the lifeless body in front of him and pounced back to the edge of the pit!

The man who had been whipped was already unconscious, and the one with the homemade gun was definitely dead. Buck was confident that the knife had severed the second and third cervical vertebrae and the spinal cord.

The only one left was the first man who had been thrown into the pit. The depth of the pit wasn't a concern for Buck, but it clearly wouldn't kill him.

So, as he jumped down to pick up the homemade gun, the kidnapper, who was a meter or two below, was trying to regain consciousness from the daze. Buck didn't trust this clearly inferior homemade gun and used the cast-iron handle as a hammer, gripping the barrel with both hands and smashing it down on the man's head!

He struck mercilessly in the center of the skull and face!

The edges of the metal block were like the corners of a hammer, instantly crushing the nasal bone and causing fatal damage to the area around it, known as the "dangerous triangle" of the face. The entire nervous system immediately collapsed, and the man lost control of his bowels and bladder!

A cold and ruthless execution!

It came from the judgment that these men had already lost their humanity, and it was also Buck's habit to leave no witnesses. Every life left behind was a threat to his own safety.

So, he released the lifeless body in front of him, climbed out of the pit, and pulled out the knife to stab the unconscious man in the chest. The body, waking up in pain, was pressed down by Buck's knee, and he mercilessly turned the blade to increase the bleeding from the heart, while also controlling the direction of the blood to avoid splashing himself!

His movements were smooth and quick. By this point, Buck's own heart rate hadn't even increased, and there was no adrenaline rush!

Would a butcher who had been slaughtering pigs for seven years get excited or excited?

Buck certainly wouldn't.

With a casual movement, he silently fought and swiftly killed four adult male kidnappers in an instant!

His professional killing skills and judgment were almost perfect!

He coldly used the knife to cut the bindings on his wrists, and only then did he realize something was not as planned.

At this moment, shouldn't the beautiful girl be crying and trembling, throwing herself into his arms, and offering a grateful kiss?

Buck turned his head in surprise and saw the girl helplessly rolling on the ground!

What's wrong?

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**End of Chapter**