Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 105 Killing everyone counts as a successful stealth mission

Milton stared at the empty coffin for a moment before calmly saying, "Let's go."

"Boss! The 'boss' he..."

Brandon turned around, his eyes filled with extreme resentment towards Pedro—"the boss" was not only his best friend before, but also someone who had saved his life!
So even in death, one cannot find peace?
Milton didn't say much: "'The boss' also paid my taxes, haven't you forgotten?"

His tone remained calm, revealing no trace of anger.

But Brandon understood.

The "Hell Tax Collector" has two taboos: first, everyone must pay taxes to him; second, no one can harm his taxpayers.

Moreover, without the "boss," it's hard to say what the final outcome of that battle at the underground pharmacy would have been.

Pedro must die!

Milton didn't mind wearing his emotions on his sleeve, but the fact that he could speak so calmly meant that he had already made up his mind.

At this point, Brandon calmed down a bit: "Boss, I feel like Pedro is very well prepared this time, and we don't have much time left. If things really come to a head, we..."

Milton waved his hand: "Let's go back first and gather everyone to discuss tactics."

Thinking it over, Milton opened his control panel to see what upgrades he could get after completely controlling a small town and expanding his sphere of influence to a small area.

He now has a lot of points, and the points keep increasing—every time his subordinates inherit the legacy of a "remnant of the previous dynasty," the points will increase.

In just one day, Milton's red points have reached nearly 2000 million.

[The host has achieved complete military control over a small town, and the sphere of influence and population have met the requirements for the next stage of upgrade.]

As the station manager, you'll be the first to know about any smuggled goods entering the town through the checkpoint.

You have effectively taken control of the police station and, in effect, administratively controlled the town. No smuggled goods coming from outside can escape your notice.

New equipment unlocked; additionally, red points are no longer required to redeem any assault rifles.

[The purchasing power of red points has increased, and the exchange rate with the US dollar has been adjusted from 5:1 to 2:1]

The infrastructure in the territory is too outdated and does not meet logistical requirements. Some upgraded equipment cannot be unlocked temporarily. The remaining rewards will be unlocked after the electrified area covers 80% of the town's population.

Milton wasn't surprised by the last requirement—just like redeeming a car requires a garage, and redeeming an airplane requires an airport.

"Most of the weapons that have been unlocked are artillery."

"For example, the Soviet S-60 57mm anti-aircraft gun... Anti-aircraft guns are very useful for leveling military courts, but what I need most right now is speed."

Milton shifted his focus to the vehicles section.

In terms of vehicles, there aren't many new unlocks; the main focus is on functional expansions, such as various modifications to the LAV-25 infantry fighting vehicle, including a self-propelled mortar modification, an anti-tank missile vehicle equipped with TOW missiles, and even a modification equipped with a 105mm self-propelled assault gun.

Of course, these are all very expensive. Even with the increased purchasing power of red points, any one of them would still cost several million.

However... in the most important section, the flight vehicles, there is an additional option.

[Host has been detected to have a checkpoint, a helipad, and can now exchange for a civilian light helicopter]

coming!

This is it!

Milton quickly glanced at the options and found only two: a Robinson R22 two-seat mini helicopter and a slightly larger Robinson R44 four-seat light helicopter.

If flying at full speed, reaching a speed of 220 km/h is not a problem.

That's fast enough.

Just as Milton was browsing the system panel, the vehicle arrived at the old street and entered their underground fortress.

Along the way, the further away from the old streets we went, the quieter the streets became, and no one dared to come out and take a look.

The closer you get to the old streets, the more enthusiastic the residents become; once you reach the old streets, you can even see many people coming out to cheer.

"Long live Milton!"

"Long live Mr. Godfather!"

"Has the 'Hell Tax Collector' had lunch yet? I have some beef here..."

"..."

As Brandon strode forward, he asked, "Boss, should we move our headquarters to a different location?"

Now that they are the de facto rulers of the town, the real government, it feels a bit strange to be hiding in the sewers of the black market.

Milton nodded: "Then we'll temporarily set up our headquarters at the police station, and the military base at the checkpoint. 'Bottle,' you have your people in charge of building the military base, and I'll provide the funding."

"The police station also needs to build some defenses, and that's your responsibility."

With the stolen money recovered from all over the place, Milton is now incredibly wealthy.

Flora was incredibly moved: "This is wonderful! This day has finally come! We're finally like a PMC! I'll do anything you ask as long as we can maintain this relationship!"

Milton rolled his eyes: "No need, just come with me to kill Pedro."

“Guaranteed to die!”

As he turned into the black market entrance of the old street, Milton suddenly saw a large, large crowd gathered together.

At the entrance to the underground fortress, a long queue of people were standing, clutching various items in their hands, their expressions filled with anxiety.

"What's going on here?" Milton frowned and casually called over a guard. "Why is my base surrounded?!"

A look of awe flashed in the guard's eyes, and he quickly said, "Reporting, 'Godfather,' these people are here to pay your taxes!"

Milton considered the current date, sighed, and waved his hand: "The month is almost over, forget it. We'll pay next month. I'll give everyone a tax form, and they can file and pay their own taxes. How am I supposed to know what's going on with this little bit of money coming over now?"

"Also, I'm a tax officer, not a godfather."

The guard immediately saluted and said solemnly, "Yes, sir, 'Hell Tax Collector'!"

"Go away! All of you, get out of here! Mr. 'Hell Tax Collector' has taken pity on you and will waive your taxes for this month. Go home now, and start paying next month."

"But always remember, his mercy is limited, it's for taxpayers, so don't even think about evading taxes, understand?!"

Milton: "..."

Forget it, I'm too lazy to correct it.

After the townspeople tried to pay several times and realized that the other party was genuinely refusing and not conducting a "compliance test," they left nervously.

Many people were also puzzled: why didn't the new leader loot the town first thing after taking over?
Milton ignored the townspeople who couldn't quite grasp the situation and went into the room.

At this moment, a number of people had gathered in the room, eating and watching TV—those who had not traveled with Milton were unaware of the Central Church incident, and their faces were filled with the joy of victory.

Matteo also brought a lot of alcohol from his bar, clearly planning a celebratory dinner.

"The boss is back."

"I also want to shout 'Long live!'"

"Long live Milton!"

"Hahaha!"

Horn stood up blankly and cautiously called out, "...Station, Station Master."

"The next step is to develop the town? Does anyone know the specifics of how to do that? What if someone comes to attack us?"

"Boss, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"..."

Milton waved his hand: "Everyone, please sit down first. Let's put the celebrations aside for a while. I need to talk about Pedro."

Police chief?!

Everyone's expression instantly turned serious. Everyone knew that there were only three people in the town: the station chief Varta, the police chief Pedro, and the gang leader Raul.

Could something have happened to Pedro, one of the "Big Three"? "He turned himself in." Milton didn't keep them in suspense and briefly described what had just happened, "...that's it, he dug up the bodies of my taxpayers and comrades and sold their organs."

"I'm a little angry right now."

Just then, the news anchor on the television in the room suddenly paused.

Two seconds later, the host said seriously, "We now have an urgent news segment."

"The case of substandard drugs that caused a huge uproar some time ago and resulted in multiple deaths has just seen a new development... A police chief in a border city has turned himself in and confessed to his crimes."

"It is understood that he will be escorted to the appeals court in San Marcos tomorrow for trial, and will apologize to the public after the trial."

"Our reporters will continue to follow up on this news..."

"..."

When Matteo heard that Pedro had escaped and was even going to make a grand public "apology," he was furious: "He actually ran away? The enemy not only doesn't surrender but dares to run away?! Boss, give me a car, I'm going to chase after him and take him out!"

"Apologize... I think you're going to say something that downplays the severity of the situation. I have a feeling his sentence probably won't be too long."

"He's running so fast, he's already in San Marcos..."

San Marcos is the capital and largest city of the San Marcos province.

Flora sat in her seat and sighed, "How could we possibly catch up with him by car now? He's already reached his destination. We've already missed our chance to intercept Pedro on his escape route."

The others also snapped out of their euphoria of the victory and took their seats.

“In any case, Pedro must be eliminated, not only for revenge, but also because he knows the town too well. If we let him go, the threat he poses to us will be immeasurable.”

“But he’s already run away. How are we going to catch him? Like ‘Bottle’ said, he’s run too far now.”

Milton tapped the table and said, “So, we only have two windows of opportunity left. The first is to kill Pedro while he’s on trial; the second is to kill him after he boards the plane to Mexico.”

Flora immediately shook her head upon hearing the second option: "Bombing a plane, especially a civilian one, is just too heinous. We can't shift the blame like we did with the restaurant bombing last time."

Milton nodded: "Then there's only one way: take care of Pedro before he boards the plane... Any ideas?"

"If we had enough time, we could try a full-scale attack... The problem is, we don't have that time, which is troublesome."

Flora continued, "So, there's only one method left: special operations? Assassination? Long-range sniping? Close-quarters assassination?"

"It seems like an assassination would be difficult. Pedro must have bribed a lot of people to escape, so his security forces must be quite strong. It would be very difficult for an assassin to infiltrate him, and the risk would be too high."

"Should we storm the courthouse? But that feels like it could easily cause problems..."

After discussing it, the group still had no clue what to do. The only feasible option seemed to be assassination of Pedro after he was taken to court or after his trial ended and he left the courthouse.

"It seems like this is the only way. I remember we have sniper rifles; maybe we can give that a try..."

Milton listened for a while, then shook his head: "This kind of assassination is only theoretically feasible. There's not even the most basic reconnaissance. Even if the assassination succeeds, how are we going to escape?"

This is not some kind of suicidal assassination.

To carry out a successful and smoothly evacuate gunfight requires extensive preparation, a thorough understanding of the terrain, and the coordination of various fast vehicles.

In just two days, even a suicide attack would be difficult, let alone a safe retreat.

“Yes, close-range assassination is unlikely. Since Pedro dared to ‘speak’ after his trial, it means he must have a lot of security around him. Even reporters can’t get too close or sneak around.”

Milton tapped the table and suddenly said, "...Hmm, I've got an idea."

"Boss, do you know how to sneak in?"

"If killing everyone counts as stealth, then I have indeed thought of a way to stealth."

"Huh? Are we really going to launch a direct attack?"

Milton shook his head: "Of course not... Don't forget, we have flying machines."

Matteo's eyes lit up: "Make some more napalm bombs, take them over in a gyrocopter, and burn Pedro to the ground?!"

"Let's not even talk about the fact that a gyroplane's range is so short that it might not even be able to fly there and then return... This kind of aircraft can't fly high, it's noisy, slow, and has low defense. In broad daylight, it's a pure sitting duck, and a gun with a high bullet velocity might even be able to hit it."

"Moreover, gyroplanes cannot hover in the air, so the hit rate cannot be guaranteed. If they accidentally bomb civilians, we will be in a very passive position."

"The aircraft I'm talking about isn't one of our rotorcraft."

Matteo scratched his head: "Then, what should we do? Boss, can you get any other planes?"

“I should be able to get a helicopter by tomorrow,” Milton said. “But it’s a small, four-seat light civilian helicopter. With the equipment we need to carry, in other words, this assassination can only be carried by a maximum of three people.”

"Fly a helicopter over his head, hover, and then drop the bombs; then you won't have to worry about burning others."

As always, Flora didn't ask Milton how he got these things, but simply said, "The problem is, how are we going to get the plane over their heads? They're obviously not stupid."

Most of the time, helicopters are highly maneuverable and difficult to hit with ordinary firearms and rocket launchers—but when hovering, helicopters are very cumbersome and easy to shoot down.

Milton turned to look at Olya, who was sitting to the side engrossed in typing, and chuckled, "Then we'll need our reporter's help."

Aurelia looked up, a hint of confusion in her eyes, the same bewilderment seen in everyone else: "Me? How can I help..."

“Aren’t you from the Russian TV station? Ask your boss for an application, saying you want to participate in filming and reporting on the ‘speech’ after the trial, and then submit the application to the local authorities so that our helicopter can fly over as a news helicopter.”

"To make it more believable, I'll have someone modify the helicopter's appearance, spray it with TV station paint, or put on some stickers."

"That way we can openly fly over Pedro's head and, during a nationally televised speech, be burned to a crisp by us in front of countless people."

“I want everyone to know that it’s no use running away to another place if you owe me taxes—unless you can run to the moon.”

Everyone present was dumbfounded when they heard this idea.

"Holy crap?! You can do that?!"

"Pretend it's a TV station helicopter, fly over there openly...it actually seems like a viable option!"

"Won't they conduct a review? This is the airspace of a provincial capital; the controls should be quite strict, right?"

Milton didn't care: "What if we slip another ten thousand dollars in?"

As for airspace, the reality is that the situation in this world is far more chaotic than many people imagine. Even in the capital of the United States, the airspace and flight routes are actually quite messy and pose a great risk.

Not to mention Guatemala.

Even if something unexpected happens, $10000 would be enough to solve the problem.

"...As expected of the boss! So creative, so incredibly creative."

"By the way, only three people can go this time, right? Who will go? What are the people at the base supposed to do?"

After the question was asked, everyone looked at Milton.

"There aren't many people here who can fly helicopters, so Flora has to go; even hovering and dropping bombs, which is relatively easy, still requires some skill, so I have to go too... There's one spot left, as an emergency, who wants to go?"

Matteo and Brandon raised their hands before anyone else even thought about it.

They all had a deep-seated hatred for Pedro.

Milton sighed. "Alright, you two play rock-paper-scissors. The winner comes with me. Best two out of three."

Soon, the result of their rock-paper-scissors game was in.

Brandon swept the victory 2-0, thus gaining the opportunity to "assassinate" Pedro.

Matteo was a little disappointed, but he was willing to accept defeat and asked, "Boss, what about the rest of us? How are we going to support you?"

Milton stood up without turning his head: "Go to the Chinese restaurant next door and buy some ingredients, the best and most expensive ones; then get a bottle of good wine from my stock and put it on the ice."

"what?!"

"What great use are these things?"

Milton responded calmly, "I hope when I come back, the food at the victory celebration will be hot and the champagne will be cold."

(End of this chapter)