Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 107 Ye Yan
"kill him……"

Burn this scum to the ground!

"God will punish you!"

"..."

Hearing the jeers from the audience, Pedro lowered his head again and said with feigned sadness, "The holy court has already punished my sins. If I still have any sins, I believe Satan will take me away."

As a country with a predominantly Catholic population, this statement undoubtedly provoked even greater anger.

Although Pedro's words were pleasant to hear, on screen, everyone could clearly see that he was barely able to suppress the curve of his lips.

"Forget it, let's go. Haven't you all figured it out yet? This is just a show."

"How many times has this happened?"

"Think about it yourselves. How many of the exposed cases that have caused public outrage are like this? The person involved is taken away by the police for investigation, and then given a few sets of unprovable and unfalsifiable statements to fool the public for a while. After time passes... at most a week, most people will forget about these things."

“In another year, yes, that is, the time of Pedro’s actual sentence, this matter will be completely forgotten by everyone—except the victims.”

"Heh, even if some people do remember, they'll probably be arrested for spreading rumors, right?"

"At most a year, no, half a year, the criminal will quietly go to the United States or other countries to live a good life; the court will get a huge sum of $20; the victim will no longer be able to speak out; ordinary people will have long been numb to life and may even start to feel disgusted to hear this news again... and then, the world will be at peace."

"Let's go, let's go. You know those police officers and soldiers are really capable of firing their guns."

"No one but Satan can judge him..."

Just as Pedro put down the microphone and started to get into the armored car to leave, something suddenly fell from the TV station helicopter that was hovering in the sky and filming.

Then the helicopter immediately began to climb rapidly at an astonishing speed.

Many people saw this scene, but no one cared.

Perhaps the reporter on the helicopter accidentally dropped his camera.

next second.

boom!
A pillar of fire, bursting from charred black and orange-red flames, appeared before everyone's eyes, its intense light reflected in their pupils.

The imposing armored vehicle beside Pedro was reduced to a mere black shadow in an instant, while the flying flames ignited all people and things around it.

Including the armed guards.

This also includes Pedro.

The scene shown on camera was even more shocking—Pedro, who was smiling just a second ago, turned into a burning figure in the next second!

There weren't many flames clinging to Pedro, but one piece got onto his face.

The crowd, which had been so agitated just moments before, fell silent in an instant—no one realized what had just happened.

Because everyone was confused.

Everyone was deeply shocked by the scene before them!

"what--"

Then came the screams. Pedro roared in agony amidst the flames, frantically slapping the burning parts of his body in an attempt to extinguish the fire. However, this only got his hands covered in napalm, causing other parts of his body to catch fire as well.

The flames on his body burned even more fiercely.

Police officers rushed over immediately, but no one dared to step forward to put out the fire—even a fool could see that this fire was no ordinary one!
Where did the fire come from?

"Stop standing there like idiots! Find the enemy! Find the enemy!!!"

"I didn't see it, I didn't see it..."

"Heavens above, you bunch of idiots! Helicopters! Fire! Rocket launchers! Heavy machine guns! Shoot!"

Another soldier raised his gun, aimed for a moment, and cursed, "Are you an idiot? How is it possible to hit that? That thing is smaller than your dick in the air and runs faster than the fathers of black people!"

Pedro roared, "Put...put out the fire first!"

"Yes, put out the fire!"

"But how do we put out this fire?"

"..."

tick tock...tick tock...

Just as chaos erupted at the scene, a thin layer of cumulonimbus clouds had accumulated in the previously clear sky, and a light rain began to fall.

"It's raining! It's raining!"

"Is the fire going to be extinguished?"

"Was the judge's verdict really correct? Did God come to save him?"

"...No, really?"

But then a terrifying scene unfolded—the flames didn't go out with the rain; instead, the fuel slid everywhere with the rain, setting Pedro ablaze!
In most people's simple understanding, fire is afraid of water, and if you catch fire, you can put a basin of water on it and put it out.

However, even in the rain, the flames showed no signs of abating!

The armored vehicle at the center of the fire was almost melted!

"what……"

"Ah!! Help me... help me first!"

"I don't want to die, I... Ah!!!"

As the fire intensified, Pedro rolled around in front of the camera, and with each scream, a column of fire could be seen shooting out of his mouth.

Before long, his voice gradually weakened.

As he faced death, Pedro's thoughts became clearer—he finally realized with despair that he was doomed.

Anger, hatred, regret, despair—all these emotions intertwined.

Pedro mustered his last bit of strength to try to get up, but he only had enough strength to keep himself kneeling. The tears in the corners of his eyes evaporated instantly, scorching his last vestiges of vision.

“‘Hell Tax Collector’… Milton! ‘Hell Tax Collector’!!!”

"Milton! Hell's tax collector!!!"

As his final, desperate cry before death was broadcast to everyone on television, Pedro breathed his last, kneeling in the square in front of the courthouse, before the equally burning statue of the goddess.

It's like he's confessing.

Three or four minutes later, the flames died down.

The statue has also become twisted and deformed due to the extremely high temperature.

Wow…

Apart from the sound of rain hitting the ground, the scene was eerily quiet—everyone just watched as a person who had just been judged was burned to death by flames falling from the sky, and burned alive in the rain!
This scene will likely remain unforgettable for many.

"God... just now, did God appear?!"

"Did God hear our prayers?"

"No! Not God. Didn't you hear what Pedro shouted before he died?"

"'Hell Tax Collector'? Milton?"

"Who is this? Why have I never heard of him before?"

"Whoever he is, he must be from hell! He used hellfire to deliver Pedro to Satan!!! Whoever he is, long live Milton!!!"

"Those whom the courts cannot convict, the 'hellish tax collectors' will!"

"But isn't he a 'tax collector'? Why, why is he meddling in court matters?"

"Perhaps, possibly, it's because Pedro owed this tax collector taxes that he incurred his wrath?"

"Satan! He must have been sent by Satan!"

"..."

……

Quetzaltenango, Rantam Pradra Hotel.

In a luxurious rooftop pool, Congressman Lopez embraced several beautiful women in swimsuits that barely covered him, enjoying being fed by them while watching the "trial" on television.

Recently, a slightly troublesome person appeared in that remote town.

What's his name? "Hell Tax Collector," one of Milton's men.

Lopez's various businesses in Malacan were almost completely ruined because of him.

Most surprisingly, Milton actually did defeat Varta and Raul in the end.

But it doesn't matter. Before sending Rosa over, Lopez had instructed her that her main task was to help Varta defeat Milton, but if Milton ultimately won, she could also win over this "Hell Tax Collector".

As long as Milton sincerely apologizes and pays the money, the magnanimous Lopez wouldn't mind adding him to his network of interests. After all, this portion of the profits was originally promised to Varta's group.

On television, judges were reading the verdict, while Lopez received a cherry from a woman's mouth.

"What I find most strange is why Rosa hasn't messaged me yet? I only found out from other people that Milton has taken control of the town."

The other woman didn't care much about such things—in her opinion, the farther Rosa, that pretty and slutty bitch, went and the later she came back, the better.

"Perhaps she slept with Milton? People from that small town, Rosa's ways might have opened their eyes..."

"There were quite a few people at the checkpoint. She must be having too much fun."

Lopez laughed: "Yeah... no one can resist that bitch Rosa with one leg, Milton got off easy."

While the group was chatting, the court proceedings on television had already been completed.

The camera pans to the scene outside the courthouse, where people are seen in a state of extreme anger, bordering on rioting.

"It seems they are very dissatisfied with this verdict?"

A woman pressed herself against Lopez, clamping her arm around his, and said coquettishly, "Mr. Congressman, why don't you arrest that bureau chief first, then find an excuse that the investigation is ongoing and evidence is being gathered, delay for a few months, and wait until the matter has cooled down before secretly holding a trial?"

Why bother with such a high-profile, absolutely unfair trial that has incited so much anger?

"Heh!" Lopez chuckled. "Since this damn director is already planning to leave here and escape to America or somewhere else, why bother trying to minimize the impact?"

"If we handle it the way you suggested, the whole thing won't have much of an impact, but at the same time, I won't be able to do anything about it."

"I told the people that if they vote for me, this kind of thing won't happen again, understand?"

"If we make a big fuss now, and then cool things down in the way you suggested after I take office, it will show that I've solved a lot of problems since then, right?"

"As for now, I can say that I also respect the sanctity of the law, I have no right to interfere with the judgment, and I will push for changes after I take office, etc..."

"Wouldn't that make it much easier for me to get the votes?"

"When doing something, don't just think about the immediate benefits, but also think about what it can bring you in the future... Rosa is much smarter than you in this respect, which is why she was able to get the position of prosecutor. You still have a lot to learn!"

A hint of resentment immediately appeared on the woman's face.

"I can learn too, but you'll have to teach me more in the future, Mr. Councilor!"

"Good good..."

Just then, a man in a suit, wearing sunglasses, and with a submachine gun on his waist hurried past the swimming pool. He looked away but knocked hard on the glass door with his finger.

dong dong dong...

The sound is very loud.

This slightly upset Lopez.

He waved for the women beside him to leave before speaking to them, "What is it? Iker, you don't usually bother me at times like this."

Iker's tone was somewhat urgent: "Mr. Congressman, I have something very important to report to you."

"Oh?" Lopez stood up from the pool, casually dried himself with a towel, and wrapped it around his body. "What is it? Come in, sit down and we'll talk."

Iker immediately opened the door and came in, standing next to Lopez.

Lopez picked up a cherry and put it in his mouth: "Go ahead and say it."

Rosa is dead.

This sentence is very short.

But it struck Lopez like a thunderclap.

He jumped up, swept everything on the table into the pool, and said in a slightly agitated tone, "What did you say?!"

It wasn't just because this woman was good in bed, but also because Rosa was a nail he had planted in the Public Affairs Department, an important nail, one of the links connecting him to others.

While not fatal, it's enough to give Lopez some trouble for a while.

Most importantly, someone actually dared to slap him in the face?!
Rosa is dead, but she was Lopez's woman.

"How did she die? Who dared to kill her? Didn't they know she was one of my people?!"

Iker took a deep breath and said, "At the checkpoint, he was killed by Milton."

“Milton?!” Lopez never expected to hear that name. “Has he gone mad? Is he going to start a rebellion? He dared to kill my men, didn’t he think about the consequences?”

A complex look flashed in Iker's eyes: "...Sir, the people the military sent there were also killed by him."

Lopez sat down again, sneered, "Very well, then his crime is solid. I'd like to see if he dares to resist arrest... From which source did he get this information?"

“It’s someone who used to help us manage our business in that small town. Now he’s packing up to leave. We didn’t find out about it; it was reported in their town newspaper,” Iker continued to explain. “And, sir, I’m afraid we can’t fabricate charges against Milton for the time being.”

"No way to fabricate a charge?!" Lopez laughed angrily. "I can accuse even someone who has no crime. What's so special about Milton? Why can't he be charged?!"

Iker took out a newspaper—the town newspaper of Malakan.

The headline on Toutiao was clearly and prominently displayed.

"Recently, during routine patrols, border police discovered two high-ranking officials attempting to cross the border to defect."

Matching the title are several photos of a woman in an office lady's uniform and a man in military uniform fleeing towards Mexico.

One of the photos shows the man in military uniform reaching for his holster.

Sometimes, journalists like Olya can distort the facts to a great extent simply by finding the right angle and taking a couple of photos.

Lopez continued reading the newspaper, his eyes practically spitting fire.

"When the checkpoint officials and police officers failed to stop them, the two men who attempted to defect even tried to draw their guns and resist. We had no choice but to shoot and kill them."

"In the end, we discovered that these two were actually officials from the prosecutor's office and military officers. Why did they defect to a neighboring country? Did they take important secrets with them? The local police are still investigating."

"But in any case, treason is an absolutely unforgivable crime. Here, we thank the brave frontline police officers and checkpoint officials for their contributions to the country and for eliminating our enemies."

After reading this news, Lopez tore the newspaper to shreds—no wonder Rosa suddenly became unreachable, she was dead!
Moreover, he was killed by Milton in a treacherous and vicious way!

Treason!
Lopez, who always tries his best to frame others, was actually framed by someone else this time.

Indeed, if the charge of treason is established, Lopez will have no legitimate reason to take action against Milton—he has eliminated a traitor for the country and should be rewarded instead.

Lopez took a deep breath, looked at Iker, and asked, "Who delivered this message to us? Is it the same person who told us before that Malacan had fallen?"

Iker tried to remain calm, lowering his voice slightly: "It's the same person. He used to be in charge of the organ smuggling business at the hospital. He planned to leave after the town fell, but..."

Lopez waved his hand to interrupt: "Then give him a little reward."

Eckerton paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Sir, we haven't been able to contact him since he sent that last message."

Lopez's anger subsided a little at this point; he felt he had gotten used to the surprises Milton had brought him.

"So, Milton deliberately leaked this message to me, is that right? Interesting, very interesting. I haven't met such an interesting person in a long time. Not only did he reject my goodwill, but he also directly killed someone, declaring war on me, is that it?"

Lopez glanced at the television, a hint of murderous intent in his voice, and said, "To be honest, it's quite interesting to have someone like him opposing me... The more arrogant and conceited he becomes, the less he repents for his actions, desperately trying to bare his fangs and escape punishment..."

"It was only when I killed him in the end that I felt the most pleasure."

Just then, a huge flash appeared on the television screen broadcasting the trial live. Lopez turned around sharply, only to see raging flames on the screen.

And figures amidst the flames.

Lopez's gaze froze for a moment.

In front of the entire public, in front of countless cameras—

The very bureau chief they were protecting was engulfed in flames right before their eyes, writhing on the ground in despair before finally becoming a charred corpse kneeling on the ground.

And finally, that clear, desperate lament.

Milton! 'Hell's Tax Collector'!

Just now, Lopez's own words were still fresh in my mind.

The more arrogant and conceited a person is, the less they repent for their behavior, and the more they desperately try to show their fangs and escape punishment, the more pleasure they will ultimately bring.

At this moment, this statement seems to be referring to Pedro...

Milton! How dare he! He actually dared to burn a person alive in front of everyone, on live television?!
And that's someone he specifically wanted to protect! Someone who could win him votes!

Lopez's anger, which had subsided, was reignited, and this time, it was impossible to quell it.

"Call up!"

"Call the army, call Puentegrand Prison, I need to contact the Kaibiles (dangerous special forces), I need to contact Guzman!"

"Send an investigation team to Malacan Town under the pretext of investigating the courthouse burning case! I don't believe Milton can be so clean that he can't find anything out."

“There’s another very important person on our side in Malacan Town, whom Milton hasn’t noticed yet. Activate him!”

Milton must die! He must die!

(End of this chapter)