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Chapter 111: You want a court? Build one for him.

The angry crowd outside the clinic had dispersed.

Milton actually wanted to jokingly rename the hospital "Malakhan Second People's Hospital," but then thought better of it.

If he ever gets the chance to make it to Los Angeles, he'll definitely name a hospital after that...

A little over ten minutes later, the doctor from the black market clinic arrived in Milton in his dilapidated car.

Looking at Milton, the doctor's eyes and tone were complicated: "'Hell Tax Collector' Mr."

"Are you still worried that after joining me, some people will be afraid to come to you for treatment?" Milton turned to the side, not looking at him.

The doctor gave a wry smile: "You're the 'godfather' of the whole town now."

There was no other sound in the town.

“I’m extending one last invitation to you.” Milton still didn’t look at him, but instead threw a document at the doctor. “You will be the director of this hospital.”

The doctor carefully picked up the document, examined it closely for a long time, and then, as if he hadn't understood, cautiously asked, "...Sir, what did you say?"

Milton patiently repeated, "Join me, and you'll be the director of this hospital, yes or no."

In fact, everyone knew that once Milton became the sole person in charge of the town, the black market would definitely be shut down.

This doctor is also ready to work at a regular hospital.

But to his utter surprise, Milton disregarded past grievances and his previous refusal, and invited him to become the director of this relatively well-equipped and professional hospital!

The doctor looked at the hospital in front of him with a dreamy expression and asked in a low voice, "What do I need to give? What... what do I need to do?"

“You need to pay your taxes every month, and your loyalty.” Milton stepped forward and sat in the back seat, diagonally opposite the driver. “What you need to do is treat patients, perform surgeries, and do what a doctor should do.”

After saying that, the car window rolled up, and the sedan made an elegant turn and left the hospital gate.

The new dean, leaving Mumu standing there, pondered Milton's last words.

After the car had driven quite a distance, Brandon, in the driver's seat, suddenly spoke up: "Boss, that feeling was just right, it was exactly the feeling of 'The Godfather'!"

"Give me a break," Milton retorted. "Less of the town's internal affairs should I handle in the future... Seriously though, how's the surveillance going with your men? Did you manage to track down those guys who sneaked into town?"

“Boss, I sent people to track them and found a few, but I don’t know yet if we’ve caught them all.” Brandon said with a hint of helplessness, “If I had a little more time to install cameras throughout the town, it wouldn’t be so difficult.”

"Should we just close in? As long as I catch these people, I can interrogate them all night. I'm not afraid I won't get anything out of them."

Milton shook his head: "These investigation teams are just cannon fodder. Their lives or deaths are not important. What's important is what they're planning... Killing them is just a temporary fix. That senator will definitely send another team, and it will certainly be more difficult to deal with than this one."

"Brandon, remember this: winning a battle is not important; what matters is whether the victory can bring us long-term strategic benefits."

Brandon drove back to the police station, scratching his head: "But we don't know what they're up to. Boss, do you have any leads?"

Without arresting them, there's no way to know exactly what they're planning to do.

Arresting them would alert the enemy, so wouldn't that be a double trap?

Milton didn't speak for a moment, but instead opened his panel to check the town's power supply status.

[Current territory power status: 78% (2% away from unlocking more exchangeable items)]

Another ten minutes or so passed, and the notification on the panel popped up.

Current electrification status of the territory: 82%

More redeemable items and features have been successfully unlocked.

[Function Unlocked: 1. If the host obtains an item that is not yet unlocked by the system through other channels, it can be copied by spending red points (extremely expensive and with a cooldown period)]

[Feature Unlocked: 2. The points listed in the panel statistics are no longer limited to border duties, but include all taxes and late fees. Keep it up, great tax officer!]

[Eligibility items unlocked: Thomson-CSF TRC 290 radio monitoring system, Taser, SAM-14 man-portable air defense system, Type 63 107mm lightweight towed rocket launcher...]

Milton was pleasantly surprised when he saw it.

107 fire!
Even the 107mm gun has been unlocked... This thing is said to be the most suitable heavy weapon for guerrilla warfare. Its suppressive power is so strong that it has caused the Americans a lot of trouble. It's a very good weapon. Love comes from China. It makes American soldiers spin and fall asleep. User default positive reviews.

Of course, the Soviets also suffered a lot.

Made in China, it has fought on both poles, and its track record is verifiable.

世界三大游击神器，就是AK-47（56冲）、RPG-7（40火）、以及107火。

The 107mm gun ranks first among these three, surpassing the AK and RPG, two renowned weapons, which shows how useful it is.

In the mountainous terrain of the Saint-Max province, it is a true weapon of mass destruction, no, it can even be called a divine weapon.

It works well, but what Milton notices is another item that has been unlocked.

Radio monitoring system!
Isn't this exactly what he needs?
The people who infiltrated the town certainly couldn't all be equipped with a mobile phone, nor could they communicate entirely by meeting in person.

Therefore, their communication tool is most likely a walkie-talkie.

Lightweight frequency-hopping walkie-talkies are not yet in mass production, and the few existing ones were seized by Milton. These people are most likely using ordinary walkie-talkies.

Eavesdropping devices are practically a piece of cake!
Milton chuckled and said to Brandon, "Let's go to the checkpoint; some new equipment is being transported over."

Brandon immediately asked curiously, "Boss, what weapons did you buy this time? Is it a tank?!"

"...As long as I'm not crazy, I won't buy tanks, which offer no improvement to our current combat capabilities."

"what is that?"

Milton chuckled: "A device that can help us hear the enemy speaking!"

"There are such amazing things?"

"..."

Thirty minutes later, at the police station.

The group gathered around the newly arrived equipment, their faces showing expressions of shock.

Is this the thing that can eavesdrop on radio waves?

It's small enough to fit in a car!
Does that mean that they can eavesdrop on enemy communications during future battles?

"Poison" stroked his chin, clicking his tongue in amazement: "French goods, huh? They're pretty good. They might struggle a bit with military-grade equipment, but they're perfectly fine for monitoring the 'investigation team'."

Let alone in 1994, even in 2014, there were still many combat units that lacked awareness of eavesdropping prevention.

Milton looked at the "poison" and the "anvil" and asked, "Do you know how to use them?"

Flora is on holiday today, so she didn't come.

"Yes." The two said in unison, "The radio environment here is too simple. Almost all the factions use fixed channels—except for ourselves. At this point, we can just monitor and intercept any unfamiliar channels. It's not difficult at all."

"Okay, let's begin now."

"The others should not be idle either. Record the intercepted information, deduce the enemy's location, and formulate a countermeasure plan."

It has to be said that professionals are indeed professionals. In just over ten minutes, "Poison" found an unfamiliar fixed radio station channel.

"This is probably it. Come on, listen to it!"

The others immediately put on their headphones.

Soon, some distorted sounds came through the headphones.

"This town is terrifying... Never go to the old streets, there are many cameras there, you could be caught if you're not careful."

"I always feel like there are eyes watching me."

A man who sounded like a court official growled, “While you were drinking, I was near the church… I saw Milton interrogating that so-called judge. Who does he think he is? Does he think he’s a judge? Does he think he can represent the court?!” “Stop complaining. Haven’t you realized that in Milton’s court, the voice of a so-called ‘judge’ and the so-called judgment documents are less authoritative than the toilet paper he uses to wipe his butt?”

"To put it bluntly, he's the emperor of this town now."

"He must be punished! We cannot allow someone like him to run rampant on our turf."

"Be mindful of the impact. We need to do things beautifully and not let it affect Mr. Lopez's campaign."

“What are your thoughts? I’m hesitant to operate in this town anymore. There are too many police officers, and people don’t seem to resent Milton’s rule.”

“I just thought of two ideas… First, Milton has a mine in his possession. We can start with the mine and try to create a mining accident so that we have an excuse to intervene in the investigation.”

"Moreover, this mine is very close to other checkpoints and also very close to Mexico. I have already contacted the station manager there and the Mexican gangs in the vicinity. As long as a mining accident occurs, we can put pressure on them together."

“Great idea! This is a good idea! Given Milton’s personality, he definitely won’t pay them protection money if the mine is confiscated. They will definitely not like Milton.”

The man who sounded like a judge snorted and said, "...It would be best to make the mining accident bigger so I can contact the appeals court and get direct, legal intervention. Would Milton dare to defy the appeals court?"

"Does he think that by taking down a small gang and assassinating a criminal through despicable means, he can control everything?"

This is the highest judicial representative of a province.

The only higher authority is the Supreme Court in the capital.

“I also contacted the Sinaloa Group… Guess who I just called?”

"Who? Which small-time boss did you contact? I heard that Hector is dead, and Milton took many of his men with him... The Sinaloa Group's influence here has been significantly reduced."

"The Sinaloa Group was about to win, but that damned Milton, with his meddling, has made the situation uncertain again."

"Heh... I didn't contact a small fry, I contacted a big shot. I called the prison directly, directly to Guzman himself."

"Guzman was furious, furious... He decided to spend $500 million to buy Milton and the heads of his men."

"Milton alone is worth 200 million! Milton is absolutely finished this time. No one can resist the temptation of this money. What awaits him afterward is endless pursuit."

“Okay, that’s good! This is the only way to dismantle Milton’s group from within. I have an even better way: it’s best not to put bounties on all their internal members, so that Milton will always be in a state of paranoia!”

"Great idea, great idea!"

"But Guzman is still in prison, we can't keep in touch with him all the time, can we? Who's in charge of things on our side?"

"The person in charge of this matter is Guzman's brother, Arturo Guzman."

"Very good, that's a sure thing."

"Even if there's no internal turmoil, I reckon many people, even Americans, would be tempted by this bounty. Milton is in big trouble."

"I'll print out and post the bounty notice. You guys plan out the details of the mine disaster. We'll set off tomorrow. Remember, the more people die, the greater our chances of winning."

"Okay, keep in touch..."

"..."

The call has ended here.

The expressions of the people present had changed from disdain to solemnity.

The enemy's actions were more forceful than expected, and it was a joint operation to encircle and annihilate them!
If Lopez were like Van Cameron's gang, only knowing how to threaten people with a gun all day long, and thinking of eliminating enemies by force whenever he encountered them, then that would be fine...

On the contrary, the current situation is quite troublesome.

Often, money can solve problems that guns can't.

"What should we do, boss? This bounty is really substantial... What if someone gets their hands on it?"

“Two million dollars, I’m tempted.” Milton chuckled. “I never imagined I could be worth that much.”

"No, I must claim this reward."

The others stared at Milton as if he were crazy, and only after confirming that they hadn't misheard did they ask, "Boss, you, you said you're going to collect this bounty?"

How do I claim it?
Milton waved his hand and said, "First of all, we can't let anyone else claim the bounty. The paper bounty posters in town are easier to manage; we can just have the police watch over them and tear them up. As for the television, I believe that with Lopez's influence, he will definitely control the TV station and make my bounty poster public through news broadcasts."

“We can’t control people outside the town, but within the town, I hope we can do our best to contain this, so that people are constantly watching the TV and any related content is cut off.”

“I’m not afraid of anyone in town having bad intentions, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to put myself in danger.”

"As for the bounty... Arturo Guzman, is it? I need to find a chance to capture him and bring him to me so he can give me a bigger bounty."

"Anyway, the bounty posters just require you to bring the person to him, dead or alive. So if I bring all of us to him, wouldn't that fulfill the bounty requirement?"

Brandon finally understood. He blinked and asked, "Boss, you mean you want to capture this guy alive?"

Isn’t that crazy?
You have to understand that he was a key figure in the Sinaloa Group, a warlord, and someone who commanded an army!
“If he’s hiding in his own backyard, then I might not be able to do anything to him,” Milton said coldly. “But if he dares to come to this area, then even Jesus couldn’t save him.”

"Besides, he's already promised me the reward—500 million! Friends, a whole 500 million US dollars! That's so much money! Do you allow him to renege on his promise? No, absolutely not!"

He didn't agree to give you 500 million...

The others silently asked, "Boss, what about the mine? How do we deal with it?"

Milton turned to his men and asked, "They say they plan to cause a mining accident. How do you think they intend to do it?"

Matteo immediately interjected, "My father died in a mining accident... The simplest way to cause a mining accident is to create an explosion, causing the mine to collapse and burying all the miners inside."

"I guess they would first approach the mine with guns, kill the foreman with guns, then drive all the miners down into the mine, and finally blow up the mine with bombs."

"Anyway, these kinds of mines often require the use of explosives..."

"That way, a crude but believable mining accident scene is fabricated, and they can use the excuse of inadequate safety measures to hold you accountable, boss. After all, this is our territory. If they want to frame us, they can't just point to a pile of gunshot corpses and insist that it's a mining accident, right?"

Milton nodded: "Good, the idea is clear, feasible and unexpected. If we hadn't been prepared, they might have succeeded."

The mine is definitely protected by armed personnel, but if it is attacked, there is still a possibility that it will fall.

Brandon's face scrunched up: "So, boss, how do you plan to retaliate?"

The number of people in this group has reached a frighteningly low level.

Milton took off his headphones and said calmly, "They want a mining disaster, right? No problem, I'm a very generous person—especially to guests who have come from afar. I promised, I'll give them a mining disaster."

"what?!"

Milton continued, “Tomorrow, let our miners have breakfast in town, a good one, a slow one… We, with some brave officers, will go to the mines ahead of them.”

“We’ll put in two dummies, one with a gun, and have that dummy pretend to be the foreman. We’ll have the soldiers we brought pretend to be miners.”

"Of course, we also need to prepare sandbags and bunkers, so that the soldiers are not really put in danger."

“We will lie in ambush around them, waiting for this ‘investigation team’ to make the first move… As soon as they fire the first shot, Olya’s camera will capture the scene clearly and completely.”

"I will capture them all. Those who don't cooperate with me will be thrown into the mine, or crushed up and used as lubricant for the mining machines. There's no other way; it's a mining accident, after all. How can it be called a mining accident if a few people don't die?"

“Those who cooperate with us will be taken to town for a public trial and public execution.”

"Doesn't Lopez want votes? I'm curious if he dares to stand by and watch this public execution go smoothly?"

Brandon swallowed hard and reminded him, "But boss, we...we don't have a courthouse in our town."

Milton looked over with great displeasure: "Then why don't you build one on the spot? Can't you just build one out of wood? He wants a court, so I'll build one for him right here!"

It's just an imperial edict, isn't it? Someone, write one for him!
Milton waved his hand: "Alright, who's coming with me tomorrow?"

The group immediately vied for the lead: "I want to go! Boss, I want to go too, I want to be the sixth one!"

(End of this chapter)