Samuel wasn't done with him. At the thought of what he'd seen just now, hie eyes flashed with rage. He stamped his leather shoes on the man's chest and tried to break his arms.
First the left arm snapped, then the right. He continued this barbaric dance until all his arms and legs were broken.
The man who was responsible for the special firecrackers was flabbergasted by this scene.
Next, Samuel slung out his weapon and fired several shots at the man.
He had barely touched Jane, but the intent was clear. It was obscene and unforgivable. All this overkill still couldn't smooth out Samuel's anger, so he began to hit the man's head directly with the butt of the weapon.
Hearing the contonuous screech from the second floor, everyone was so astonished by Samuel's violent behavior that everything else blended into the background.
The man was somehow miraculously still breathing, through all this mutilation. But Samuel still didn't want to let him go.
Instead, he threw down the weapon, clenched his hand into a fist of steel and bludgeoned the man's face several times.
The man was reduced to a pile of blood now. Finally Samuel threw him to the ground breathlessly.
"Freeze! Police!" The island had been surrounded by police. No-one had noticed it.
Helicopters circled the villa.
"Bob, set off the special firecracker!" Catherine shouted. Bob quickly picked up the remote, ready to press the button.
"No!" Ella yelled, trying to run. But two men behind her were latching on to her legs.
Luckily, Samuel power-jumped and kicked the remote straight out of Bob's hand.
As Samuel pinned Bob to the ground with a thud, a shot rang out across the island; Samuel's shoulder was shot, and he let out a rasping groan.
On the observation deck, a man was standing, his gun smoking a little. The man shot Samuel again in his shoulder.
"Dad!" Jane cried out the moment Samuel was shot again in his shoulder.
Police were tussling with Catherine's men. Worried about her own safety, Catherine aimed a gun at Ella from her hiding spot in the bushes.
With the sound of gunfire, many people were falling down.
Jane, on the observation deck, tried her best to stand up from the ground, but the binds had drained all the blood away from her limbs. She was so dazed that she fell again.
Samuel was like some kind of god, for he dispelled the sensation of pain. It all rested on his gumption. He rose up and stamped on Bob's hands continuously. He took Bob's weapon, aimed it at his would-be assassin on the observation deck, and took him out with a single shot to the heart.
Next he brought the gun down on Bob, who was struggling like a worm. But when he clicked the trigger, he saw he was out of bullets.
This not being a problem for the hulking god that he is, he simply threw the gun away and resorted to using his bear hands to maul Bob to death.
Samuel jumped high in the air, and landed his elbow on Bob's eye socket. "Ow!" yelled poor Bob. Bob screamed in agonizing pain, and scrambled for the remote beside him.
Fortunately, troops of armed policemen poured into the building and overwhelmed the observation deck. They peeled Samuel off Bob who was still alive, barely.
Samuel pressed his bleeding arm and staggered to his happy-go-lucky daughter. Samuel's heart was broken when he saw Jane, whose lips were blue with the cold.
With the help of the police bomb experts, Samuel unbound Jane and disposed of the special firecrackers taped around her body.
As it grew dark, and the villains were taken into custody, Jane held onto Samuel tightly muttering, "Daddy, Daddy..."
"Jane." Samuel's voice was a little husky. His happiness was of a brutal nature as his heart was bombarded with adrenaline. He didn't think about the pain in his shoulder.
When Samuel and Jane hugged each other, there rang several gunshots again on the quiet island - more bloodshed.
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