Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 100 explains what a surprise is.
Milton didn't hesitate for a moment: "Destroy them all, all of them."

The people here don't have much awareness of drug prevention, nor do they understand why drugs have such a devastating impact on a society.

Perhaps if Milton hadn't been there, they would have confiscated these things as spoils of war.

Fortunately, they were loyal enough.

Education is really important... They need to understand why drugs can completely destroy the foundation of rule so that they can develop a physical and psychological aversion to such things.

The others dared not ask why and immediately carried out the order, sorting the drugs out of the spoils and placing them on a nearby open ground.
Then an officer who had followed them began to pour gasoline on it.

Milton's eyelids twitched, and he raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Wait, wait until we're gone before you start burning it! If you start a fire now, we'll all get high."

"Oh! Yes, sir! I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry, I'm illiterate."

Milton laughed in exasperation: "I'm not that scary!"

"Yes, yes, yes! You're right!"

Milton ignored him and turned to look at the pile of things on the ground, saying, "Let's take stock of these things and see how much we've gained this time."

Fan Kang's gang is a criminal organization with a long history of crimes and has smuggled countless items.

Now all confiscated items can be considered "recovered" and can be counted towards points!
Milton himself couldn't imagine how rich he would become.

Brandon immediately reported excitedly, "We roughly estimated that their entire fortress contains nearly 10 kilograms of gold, worth about $10."

“Very good, now it’s divided.” Milton nodded. “This gold is a reward. We won’t follow the rules; we’ll distribute it all equally as a reward for your willingness to fight with me.”

"At the same time, I need to update the team bonus distribution rules."

"As you can probably see, I've prepared aircraft, infantry fighting vehicles, and armored vehicles for this operation... all of which cost the team a lot of money. So the team will take 50% of the other funds for this operation, and the rest will be distributed as bonuses according to the previous rules."

"To avoid disrupting your understanding of money, the bonus will be included in your monthly salary and distributed gradually over 12 months. Do you have any objections?"

Everyone shook their heads: "Absolutely no objections!"

Without Milton's equipment, they might be meeting Raul in heaven or hell right now.

In fact, the vast majority of people felt they had taken too much, since no shots were fired at all.

Seemingly noticing their confusion, Milton said seriously, "Participating in battle is risking your life, it's playing with fire. I'm never stingy with monetary rewards for those who are willing to risk their lives to follow me."

After saying that, Milton walked up to Flora and the other two, and seeing the envy in their eyes, said, "The three of you will also participate in this distribution."

To be honest, these three PMCs who were paid to do things were extremely envious of such a large sum of money being distributed.

But since they've signed a contract and bought out the service, they won't think about getting a share of the profits—they have that basic sense of propriety.

Flora kept reassuring herself that Milton was about to take down the checkpoint, and once he became the stationmaster and projects were approved, she would be able to live a good life.

And then… Milton actually came to claim his share of the money?!

"Tax collectors, we are people with professional ethics!"

Milton waved his hand: "Then consider it your combat allowance. I am very satisfied with your service."

To be honest, Flora and the other two really deserved their pay, and even far exceeded expectations in fulfilling the contract.

He trained his team members to be regular soldiers, built barricades, taught pilots how to fly gyroplanes, taught them how to drive infantry fighting vehicles, and maintained a meticulous attitude in executing every life-threatening mission.

They truly treated me like one of their own, and I worked very diligently without holding anything back.

Without them, my team would not have been able to organize so efficiently, nor would it have had its current fighting strength.

Of course, this doesn't stop Milton from believing that these three men deserved to have brought the company to the brink of bankruptcy.

“Sigh…” Flora thought about her company’s financial situation and finally decided not to refuse anymore. Instead, she gave a wry smile and said, “To be honest, I’m even thinking of joining the ‘tax collector’ team.”

"Join?" Milton asked. "What does 'join' mean?"

Flora shrugged: "It's very simple. I'll sell you a portion of the company's shares, and then we won't have a simple employer-employee relationship anymore... You'll also be a major director of 'Warwind Company,' and from now on, our interests will be tied to yours."

“It’s easier to do things under the company’s name. I think your future business will definitely involve Mexico. Fan Kang’s operation was alright this time, but if the scale of the operation were larger, it could easily cause a diplomatic incident.”

"But if it's a company, you won't have this problem, right?"

Milton turned around, looked at her for a while, and asked, "What good will it do you?"

“That’s a lot.” Flora’s eyes widened. “First of all, if there are projects that we can do, you certainly won’t give them to others, right? That’s like a very stable source of income, and I’ll never be afraid of going bankrupt again. If it’s just an employment relationship, that’s too unstable.”

"Secondly, the area you control in the future will definitely not be just this one town. Optimistically speaking, it will be a province, right? As a local government of a province, if other people come to your territory and have relevant needs, won't they have to come to our company first?"

"We won't be short of orders anymore."

"The company's scale can also grow significantly."

"Most importantly, you are still in the early stages of development, and you still value us and need us... But what about later? If the company stagnates, even if you are still willing to maintain your relationship with us, our small company size will not be able to meet your ever-increasing needs."

"At that time, won't you still have to seek cooperation with other people?"

"Instead of giving it to someone else, why don't we cooperate more deeply? Don't you think that makes sense?"

Milton nodded—in fact, he had signed the contract with Flora in the first place for this reason, so there was no way he could refuse.

"Okay, let's go back and discuss the specific cooperation plan."

After saying this, Flora's team of three allies were upgraded from "hired" to "ally".

very good……

Milton looked away from the pile of gold and glanced at the check in his hand.

It's time to formally take stock of our gains.

First came the $100 million check from the drug dealers, then Raul handed over a total of $120 million in transfers.

The paper cash income alone amounted to $220 million. If Hector was not lying and the $100 million on the check was clean, the gains would be even greater, because it would mean that Milton would not have to bear the losses from money laundering.

The drugs were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, but Milton had to destroy them all, so this shipment only earned him points as a reward.

Then there's the basement, with its collection of guns that survived the wreckage, worth a combined $10.

Downstairs, they also found some bonds, stocks, Raul's own jewelry, etc., which amounted to about $5.

There are three fixed assets: one in Tijuana, one in Juarez, and one in Guatemala City. The problem is that Raul is dead, so these properties cannot be transferred to them. However, this is not a major issue. As long as the property taxes are paid on time, these houses can still be used, and they can serve as safe houses if needed in these areas in the future.

The three properties together are worth over $40—they would be worth even more if the peso hadn't recently plummeted.

After roughly counting his spoils, Milton couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

“See that?” Milton glanced at his men’s trembling hands. “To make money, you have to make money from the rich.”

“I remember Veronica saying that she worked so hard collecting taxes for so long, and she only got a couple thousand dollars a year? Where can you squeeze money out of poor people?”

“Luz, Brandon, do you two remember what happened at the garbage disposal plant? That American promised us a million dollars, and you didn’t believe him.”

"Now you see? We took down one of Fan Kang's gangs and looted $200 million in one go!"

"Moreover, we earned this money with a clear conscience and with immense pride!"

Yes, making this kind of money not only brings the exhilarating feeling of "gaining" and "getting rich overnight," but also a sense of psychological satisfaction.

This is the money they earned as law enforcement officers, taking down drug dealers and gangs—it's money earned through justice!
Brandon was on the verge of tears: "Boss, you mean that American guy was telling the truth, that he really was willing to give us a million dollars? We should have waited for him to give us the money before killing him! I've lost so much money!"

Milton glanced at his men who were still moving odds and ends, and scoffed, "Forget it, I can't accept that money. I can't afford to offend the American pharmaceutical conglomerate right now."

Flora nodded seriously: "The waters in there run deep... To put it bluntly, you could easily run into the CIA if you're not careful, so it's best to stay away for now."

As for dealing with drug dealers, since this place is far from the United States and the CIA is restrained by the DEA in such matters, there shouldn't be too much of a problem for the time being, unless you're extremely unlucky.

"We've searched enough, right? Move your things and get ready to leave."

Just then, a gasp suddenly came from the basement.

"Boss, wait a minute!"

Milton turned around abruptly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Matteo ran quickly out of the basement, holding a document, his face full of excitement.

"Boss, look at this! Holy crap, this is a property ownership certificate!"

"What kind of property certificate could surprise you so much?" Milton asked suspiciously, taking the certificate. "Could it be worth more than those other houses?"

"Much more valuable!"

Milton's gaze froze upon first glance.

Mineral Ownership Certificate - Exclusive Mining Rights Retained

Official registration number: ...

Registration authority: Guatemalan Ministry of Economy.

Validity period: 50 years.

Mineral coordinates..., Owner information...

Milton stared at the document in astonishment, then touched the government-issued paper with its security thread and glanced at the watermark of the Guatemalan coat of arms on the edge.

This is a damn mining rights document! And it's actually real, it's real!
The Guatemalan government has almost completely lost control of the San Marcos province, so it has simply resorted to selling documents, right?
If you can seize a mine by force and bribe government officials, will they dare to issue you a certificate of ownership?!

Brandon curiously leaned closer: "Boss, what's this?"

"Mining agreement... The minerals in this area should be jade. Very good, very good! The assets seized by Fan Kangbang are not enough to pay the fine, so I will legally confiscate Raul's minerals!"

"Map, let me see the map!"

"..."

"The location is on the border, to our south, in the direction of the Pacific Ocean. It's very close to us, less than 10 kilometers away... Hmm, in order to maintain this mine, the Fan Kang Gang probably also distributes profits to other forces in the surrounding area. Now that the mine is in my hands, I have to be wary of them."

There might be some other problems with this mine, but in any case, this surprise is just too good to pass up!
This is a low-end version of a money printing machine. Although the output is very small, every little bit helps!

As for potential dangers... anyone who dares to reach out will be treated to the same barbecue as Van Combinator.

To transfer benefits to others? Absolutely not!

All the revenue from this mine belongs to Milton.

Brandon was also pleasantly surprised: "Boss, jade must be very valuable, right? Does that mean we can make money by selling gemstones even if we do nothing else?"

“Don’t dream about it.” Milton carefully put the documents away and shook his head. “I remember that the jadeite in this area is scattered and the quality is only medium to high. I estimate that the mine is not very large, just a small workshop-style mine.”

Flora chimed in, "The main thing is that it can provide jobs. We've taken down the Fan Kang gang, and soon we'll be taking over the checkpoints. Some people in the town might lose their jobs as a result... This mine can provide jobs for those people. Miners, transport workers, managers, accountants... all kinds of jobs."

"Also, having such a gem mine will greatly reduce the cost of money laundering... because of jewelry, you know."

Milton nodded: "Yes, not only does it produce gemstones, but it can also provide a job for those who cannot survive without selling blood after the collapse of industries such as blood selling, and contribute stable tax revenue. That is the greatest significance of this mine."

This is the biggest surprise and the biggest gain!
A small, handcrafted mine may produce less than $10 a year and make less than $3 a year, but it can play a much greater role than those three houses!

At this time, the sky was already getting light.

"Pack your things, compose yourselves...we're going to see our dear Station Master Varta..."

Just then, a notification popped up on Milton's panel.

[Horn, the host's informant at the checkpoint, discovered an important piece of information: Station Chief Varta received news of the attack on the Van Cham gang and is leading his core forces in that direction, seemingly to assist Raul.]

Milton raised an eyebrow—even with such a huge conflict with the Van Cameron gang and pressure from senators, they still want to seize every opportunity to wipe me out? Varta, you bastard…

Just then, Milton's mobile phone rang.

As soon as the call connected, Horn's panicked voice came through: "Whoever you are, tell Milton immediately that Varta discovered you bypassed the checkpoint to attack Van Comen's territory, and he's leading his troops to ambush you! Run!"

"I'll definitely be exposed after this phone call, so I'm leaving too!"

"Come back quickly, if you die I'll be doomed too."

Horn felt that Milton would not be able to take down Van Kang's impregnable camp in such a short time, and if he were to be surrounded by Varta's elite troops, he would be completely annihilated.

Milton laughed: "Horn... don't rush. Go to the old street, find a bar, have a beer, and watch some TV. You can call me after noon..."

"It's the stationmaster."

P.S.: 1 words!
(End of this chapter)