Chapter 2347

Seeing the text on Lang Hongjun's phone, Ye Chen was greatly surprised.

He didn't expect that Lang Hongjun would notice the problem so quickly.

So he took the phone, quietly typing on it while saying with a smile: "Oh, brother, your son doesn't look like you at all—he's much more handsome than you!"

While speaking, he typed a line on the phone: "Brother, where is the problem?"

Then he returned the phone to Lang Hongjun.

At this moment, Lang Hongjun took the phone back, smiling and saying: "My son takes after his mother. Let me tell you, although I don't look great, my wife is extremely beautiful. Wait a moment, I'll find you a photo of my wife when she was young!"

As he spoke, he typed on the phone while muttering: "Oh dear, there are too many photos on my phone—tens of thousands—so it's really a hassle to find them."

After a while, he handed the phone back to Ye Chen, saying: "Here, look—this is our wedding photo. Back then, there was no such thing as Photoshop, editing, or beauty cameras."

Ye Chen took the phone and saw a long paragraph written on it: "Younger brother, that kid driving said there's no mobile signal here, but I just clearly saw a signal tower about one or two kilometers away in the wilderness. Although it looks blurry, I work in telecommunications engineering—I can recognize a signal tower at a glance. Logically, even if the base station equipment is very old, it's impossible to have no signal within just one or two kilometers, especially here where there's nothing to block the signal for dozens of kilometers—so the signal should definitely reach here. Therefore, I feel this is definitely not right!"

Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but look at Lang Hongjun with new respect, but he didn't want Lang Hongjun to become tense too early, lest he alert the enemy. So he said: "Really, don't say it—your sister-in-law was indeed beautiful when she was young!"

While speaking, he typed a line: "Could that signal tower be broken? In such a place, it's quite normal for signal towers to fall into disrepair after years of use."

Lang Hongjun took the phone, typing while saying: "By the way, I still have a little daughter who looks just like her mother. Let me find her photo for you to see."

While speaking, Lang Hongjun typed another line: "I initially thought the same, but I just checked the navigation software and found it couldn't even pick up satellite signals—this is even more strange! Even if Mexico's infrastructure is poor, and even if that signal tower really is broken, the satellites in space won't fail. GPS has over 24 satellites working simultaneously across six orbital planes. Even if Mexico were uninhabited, you could still receive satellite signals. But my phone can't detect any satellite signal at all—this proves there must be some shielding device on the vehicle, capable of blocking both communication and satellite signals!"

Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "Indeed, specialization breeds expertise—the shielding device installed by the other party just happened to touch Lang Hongjun's professional domain in telecommunications, so he immediately sensed something was wrong. However, it's also clear that Lang Hongjun is absolutely a smart person."

Afraid that Lang Hongjun might act rashly, Ye Chen replied on his phone: "Brother, don't act rashly for now—let's wait and see."

Lang Hongjun became anxious, again finding an excuse to look at his phone and replying: "Younger brother, we can't delay any longer! If we two think of a way to escape now, we might still make it. But if we wait until we arrive, we'll just be at their mercy!"

Ye Chen replied: "We can't possibly jump out of the car to escape, can we? The car is going so fast that jumping out would mean certain death. Moreover, the old Mexican driver has a gun—even if we two jump out and don't die from the fall, he'll come up and shoot us, and we'll definitely be dead."

Lang Hongjun replied: "But if we wait until we reach their territory, we'll have even less chance! By then, won't we still be at their mercy?"

Ye Chen then replied: "We two are penniless, so they certainly aren't here to kill for money. Maybe they plan to trick us onto a ship as free labor. In that case, as long as we obey, we should survive. But if we try to escape now, we'll likely die in Mexico. Although I said that any yellow earth can bury a person, I certainly don't want to be buried in this godforsaken place where even birds don't defecate..."

Seeing Ye Chen's reply, Lang Hongjun immediately fell into hesitation.

He knew Ye Chen was probably right.

Now, if we want to escape under these circumstances, we can only fight desperately.

But the outcome of such a desperate struggle is likely death.

After all, the other side is prepared and has guns—if they disagree, they'll just open fire, and we'll definitely be left to rot in the wilderness.

After all, Lang Hongjun has lived in the United States for many years, so he relatively understands the situation in Mexico.

This place is full of armed criminal gangs—their numbers are so large they almost exceed the combined total of police and military. Here, criminal gangs kill people as easily as stealing bicycles on the street—not to mention ordinary people being killed, even Mexican billionaires, politicians, and high officials are often kidnapped or assassinated every few days.

In such a place, the death of two foreign tourists means nothing to Mexican police—it's not even worth mentioning compared to losing two bicycles outside an internet café.

Thinking this, although Lang Hongjun felt extremely nervous and anxious, he still dared not act rashly.

He felt that what Ye Chen said earlier still made some sense.

I'm so poor I can barely afford to cook—taking my life would mean nothing to them.

If they still wanted to kidnap me and extort ransom from my family, that would be even less likely.

My family is now absolutely in debt—speaking bluntly, the money my wife could raise wouldn't even cover the fuel for this pickup truck to drive to the airport and pick me up once.

So Lang Hongjun felt that Ye Chen's analysis was probably correct—they likely want to trick me into coming over to do hard labor.

If that's really the case, although it might be dark and hopeless, at least I could still save my life.

As the saying goes: Better to live a shameful life than to die a noble death.

Again, as the saying goes: As long as the green mountains remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood.

Thinking this, he already felt somewhat resigned in his heart—the earlier thought of desperate struggle had completely vanished. He then typed on his phone to Ye Chen: "Really sorry about this, younger brother—it's the older brother who has implicated you..."

Ye Chen, on the other hand, was not at all nervous, replying on his phone: "What are you talking about? I came here voluntarily. If there really are any consequences, they have nothing to do with you, brother."

Afterwards, Ye Chen added: "Brother, since we've come, we should make the best of it. Fortunately, we can still keep each other company—whether blessing or misfortune, we'll know when we get there."

Lang Hongjun truly didn't expect that this younger brother of his, who is over ten years younger than him, could view problems with such openness.

Influenced by Ye Chen, Lang Hongjun's heart at this moment is no longer as tense as before.

However, he cannot be as open-minded as Ye Chen, so after deleting all the text on his phone, he just stared out the window, feeling guilty and uneasy...