Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 104 Who gave you permission to turn yourself in?!

The atmosphere in the old streets was extremely tense.

The pilots who attacked Fan Kang's gang have all returned, but the situation is still not optimistic—the fact that the police dared to surround them means that the enemy knows that Mr. "Hell Tax Collector" has left the Old Street with most of his forces.

This suggests that the checkpoint might launch a surprise attack on their leader.

Dangerous!
But in such a critical moment, there wasn't a single traitor in the old street. The gun shop owner, "Ghost Wolf," even gave guns to many people for free, intending to resist to the end.

Milton ruled for only a few days, but they quickly felt their living standards improve and experienced what true "security" meant.

Should we send them back to their previous way of life?

They might as well just die!
Those who have experienced sunlight would never want to return to eternal night.

Moreover, Milton hadn't lost yet, especially the returning pilots, who firmly believed that even if they were ambushed, "Hell Tax Collector" would ultimately defeat the enemy.

If any of these police officers had been burned by napalm, they wouldn't dare to stand here now!

"Those inside, surrender! The esteemed stationmaster has already eliminated Milton. Surrender now, and you can keep your lives by paying a fine!"

"If you don't surrender, everyone will die!"

"We don't want to launch a full-scale attack, but don't force us..."

These officers weren't very confident when they first surrounded the old street, but just a short while ago, Pedro received a phone call.

After receiving the call, Pedro excitedly told all the officers present, including those who were only there for the money and were not core members, that Varta had borrowed a tank and successfully wiped out Milton's forces.

Pedro then left all the officers there, claiming he was going to the police station to prepare for a celebration, and drove away.

Upon hearing this news, the police officers outside immediately lost their fear.

"Hey you inside, listen up, respected stationmaster..."

boom!
Before he could finish speaking, a loud cannon shot suddenly came from afar. An 84mm high-explosive shell flew over from a distance and hit the loudspeaker the police officer was using to broadcast the message.

The next instant, the police officers and their police car were blown into the air.

Milton was furious, and the officers in front of him were his target—they should be spared, of course, but only a few.

Vehicle-mounted machine guns and 25mm cannons on infantry fighting vehicles spat out fire, reaping the lives of the vast majority of police officers within a dozen seconds.

The remaining officers had never seen a "tank" enter the city, but they knew that their guns were definitely no match for this steel monster.

Jesus's hand might let bullets slip through, but an armored vehicle won't!

Soon the remaining men dropped their guns, put their hands on their heads, and knelt on the ground to surrender.

Milton got out of the car with a cold face, randomly executed a few lucky officers with his hand, and then asked, "Where's Pedro? Tell him to come out and see me."

An officer, his face contorted with panic—Milton's bullet had just grazed past him, killing one of his colleagues: "...He, he went back, back to the station! He said, he said Station Chief Varta killed you..."

boom!
Milton raised his hand and fired a shot, saying, "Excuse me, in this timeline, the stationmaster is me, not that guy named Varta. But since you miss him so much, I can send you there... Remember to give him my regards, good afternoon."

The police officer collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Why are the others not talking? Do they not want to speak?

Another female officer cried out, "Station Chief, respected Station Chief, it was Chief Pedro who made us do this! We didn't want to, he..."

boom!
Milton smashed the officer's face with an M29 and said kindly, "From today onwards, Brandon is the police chief of Malacan Town. The price for calling someone by the wrong name is very high."

Was he forced into it by Pedro?

Do you think he's an idiot?!
Given Pedro's destitute state and the loss of his elite troops, who could he possibly force? The only thing he could do was to use some money to bribe the greedy officers willing to do the dirty work.

Milton was initially somewhat merciful when he returned, thinking that killing the ringleader would suffice, but now it seems that a thorough purge of the entire town is necessary.

After executing the remaining officers, Milton turned to the others and said, "Brothers, this is the last battle. Let's go, to the police station!"

Having fought their way back from Mexico, this group was in high spirits. Without saying a word, they jumped into the car and followed Milton toward the police station.

Before leaving, Milton shouted outside, "Remember, from this day forward, there will only be one voice in Malacan, and that will be my voice!"

"Here, there are only two rules: first, obey the law; second, pay taxes on time!"

"Don't think the second point is a joke... Even gangsters, terrorists, police stations, checkpoints, or even the tax bureau, on my turf, have to pay me taxes!"

"Taxes are more eternal than God!"

The convoy sped away, leaving behind a large group of townspeople looking at each other in bewilderment.

Heaven has changed.

The town of Malacan has indeed changed owners.

Some people looked worried, while others were numb, but the residents of the old street were overjoyed.

"Is this...is this a good thing? We're out of money. The new stationmaster wants us to pay a certain amount. Does anyone know?"

"The new stationmaster seems much more ruthless than Varta. Will our lives be even harder from now on?"

"If I say something wrong, will I be shot?"

"Sigh, what's the difference? As long as the price of medicine doesn't rise too outrageously, otherwise I won't be able to afford to see a doctor."

"Don't overthink it. Life will be no different from before. After the previous gang left and the Fan Kang gang came, what difference did our lives make? The same applies to the station chief."

"Sell your blood if you need to, spread your legs if you need to, life won't change at all."

At this moment, a resident of the old street chuckled and said, "Hey, that's not right."

"What's wrong?"

"Yeah, the so-called 'taxes' are just protection fees under a different name. What's the difference between them and the old gangsters?"

"The difference is huge, for example... well, for example, never mind, I can't explain that much. Anyway, you'll find out later. Being able to pay taxes to Mr. 'Hell Tax Collector' is a gift from God."

Neo, the little boy in the grocery store, proudly raised his head: "It won't be long before you're all kneeling on the ground, kissing Mr. 'Godfather's' boots, begging him to mercifully accept your money. Yes, you heard me right, you'll beg him!"

"How is this possible..."

"Exactly, how could that be... Oh well, long live Milton!"

"..."

By this time, Milton's convoy had reached the vicinity of the central church and would soon arrive at the police station.

Suddenly, his mobile phone rang.

"Who would call me at this time?"

Milton frowned, but still answered the phone.

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. Pedro chuckled maniacally and asked, "Milton, Milton, is that you? Let Milton answer the phone!"

Milton held the receiver a little further away: "Oh, it's Officer Pedro. What's up? Got your last words?"

"Hahaha! You've won, Milton, you've won decisively! Malacan is yours now, congratulations! From now on you're the emperor there, hahaha!"

Pedro took a couple of breaths, then chuckled. "Now, can you guess where I am?"

Upon hearing this question, Milton understood that Pedro had run away.

No wonder the officers said Pedro took a phone call and declared victory, then made an excuse to leave... It turns out he was using those officers as cannon fodder to buy time so he could calmly make his way away with the money.

That's pretty ruthless.

“Not bad. I didn’t expect that among Raul, Varta and you, you, the most useless one, would survive to the end.” Milton said calmly. “It’s quite surprising. It seems that sometimes being useless is useful, because as long as you are weak enough, you won’t become the first target of others.”

"As for where you are, it doesn't matter, unless you're hiding in hell... But it doesn't matter, even if you're not in hell, I will find you and personally send you down there."

Pedro laughed again, this time even more unrestrainedly: "I'm not in hell... but I'm about to go to prison."

Milton listened quietly without saying a word.

"I turned myself in, I got arrested! Tomorrow I'll be sent to court for trial, and the day after tomorrow I'll be in jail... But you can guess how long I'll be in jail?"

"And can you guess what kind of room the prison will prepare for me?"

"Goodbye, esteemed Stationmaster Milton, esteemed 'Hell Tax Collector' gentleman, you won, but I didn't lose either."

“After I finish my sentence, I will secretly go to Quetzaltenango International Airport, buy a plane ticket to Australia—I will get green cards for myself and my children, and never return to this cesspool.”

"You can take over this cesspool now, and you can make as much money as you want from it! Work hard, worry, and live in fear every day! No monarchy lasts forever, and one day another Milton will rise up and overthrow you."

"I hope that by then, you will have the same luck as me."

"Who knows, maybe we'll meet again in a shop in Sydney 10 years from now, hahaha!!!"

Pedro's mind had become a little more deranged, but it was clear that he truly intended to abandon everything in his homeland and take the blood-stained money he had plundered from his country abroad to enjoy the rest of his life.

The other passengers on the bus also looked rather grim.

Milton waited until Pedro finished laughing before slowly saying, "Pedro, have you forgotten something?"

"What?" Pedro asked in confusion. "Did you get to the police station? Did you find something I didn't take? It's okay... I'm very generous, you can have all of those things, take as much as you want."

What's left?
At most, there were some cash and jewelry that weren't taken with them.

“No.” Milton’s voice was cold. “When you took those things with you, did you forget to pay my taxes?”

“You’re evading taxes. Nobody can evade taxes under my nose.”

Pedro was stunned for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter: "'Hell Tax Collector!' You really are the 'Hell Tax Collector'! I'm starting to admire you now, really!"

"But unfortunately, you have no idea how much I paid to leave."

“I know you’re a madman, and I know you’ve gotten your hands on some weird planes through strange channels… If I’m locked up in a Guatemalan prison, even the most heavily guarded one, you’ll come looking for me and kill me.”

"Although there's a greater chance you'll be the one killed, I won't take the gamble."

"After tomorrow's trial, I will be immediately sent to Puente Grande prison in Mexico to serve my sentence. Oh, you may not have heard of this prison, but that's okay, let me introduce it to you. Last year, in 1993, Joaquín Guzmán Loera, the leader of the Sinaloa Cartel, was also arrested in Guatemala and imprisoned in this prison."

"This is a highly secure, and of course, extremely luxurious prison. Life here is 10 times better than in my villa! I heard there are even female prison guards for me to play with, hahaha!"

“‘Hell Tax Collector,’ you can’t possibly come to Mexico to arrest me, can you? You can’t arrest me anyway. Guzman is a real warlord. His prisons are more fortified than fortresses. Not even a mosquito can fly in.”

"Oh, by the way... Representative Lopez has also prepared a surprise for you, it's near the Central Church, let's see if you can find it."

"Alright, I'm not going to waste any more words with you. Goodbye... no, goodbye forever!"

"Beep beep..."

Milton listened silently to the busy tone in his ear.

The other passengers in the car didn't dare to say a word—no one expected that Pedro would actually run away!

He must have spent a lot of money bribing the judges and even pulling strings with people in Mexico.

It seems he's really going to make a successful escape...

Although Pedro fled in a sorry state, he did manage to take with him the money he had saved up over the years!

How could he die peacefully?
"Um... Boss, what should we do? He's going to Mexico, and he seems really hard to catch."

"Lopez and the Sinaloa Group are really entangled."

"Pedro... he's too arrogant, he thinks he's invincible?!"

Milton waved his hand, interrupting his men's complaints: "There's no use talking about this now. You guys take over the police station first. 'Bottle,' Brandon, and I will go to the central church to see what this 'surprise' he's talking about is."

"We'll see if we can come up with a suitable plan when we get back."

"……it is good."

Milton quickly drove to the vicinity of the Central Church. He had the other officers lead the way, while he followed closely behind, opening his panel and carefully scanning the surrounding area.

Brandon comforted him, saying, "Boss, things can't always be perfect... We've taken control of Malacan, the worst is over, and things can't get any worse."

Milton nodded slightly and continued searching near the central church, soon arriving near the cemetery.

Brandon continued, "The 'boss' would be very happy to see Malacan Town today."

When the word "boss" was mentioned, Milton glanced instinctively at his boss's grave.

Hmm... nothing was detected.

Milton turned his head, about to continue his search, when he suddenly paused.

Wait! There's nothing there?!
"Shovel! Quick, get the shovel!"

Brandon was momentarily stunned, then quickly grabbed an entrenching tool and hurried toward the cemetery... and there he saw obvious signs of excavation.

Moreover, the marks weren't very recent! In other words, the "boss's" grave had been disturbed a long time ago!
Brandon's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. Without a word, he swung his shovel, dug out the "boss's" grave, and smashed it open.

Then he saw the empty coffin.

There is nothing inside.

No... there is still something there.

"Thank you to the deceased for his incredibly generous 'donation' of his organs. God will bless him~ perhaps."

Brandon threw down his shovel, turned towards the police station, and roared furiously, "Pedro!!!"

(End of this chapter)