Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 112 Sir, you are a very high-quality track lubricant
The next morning.

The miners had gathered near the central church early in the morning, many of them carrying food such as canned beans.

Although they knew the mine provided free food when they were recruiting yesterday, they thought the food might not be enough to fill their stomachs or sustain them through such strenuous physical work.

What if you get hungry halfway through the work?
Mason and his friends arrived early, feeling a little nervous—he had spent his last savings on food at the grocery store, hoping to replenish his energy and prove his worth in today's work.

That's almost $6 a day! That's more dignified than selling your blood.

Five or six minutes later, two pickup trucks and a very dilapidated minibus drove up from a distance.

The two foremen, each holding a Type 56 assault rifle, waved and jumped off their pickup trucks. Without further ado, they said, "Everyone come over here and line up for food. Eat as much as you want, but no waste. Mr. 'Hell Tax Collector' said that wasting food is just as shameful as tax evasion!"

The miners immediately lined up obediently into two queues.

Breakfast was simple: roasted potato chunks seasoned with black pepper and salt, served with bacon, boiled eggs, canned fruit, and water.

Although simple, it is high in oil, salt, carbohydrates, and calories, making it very suitable for manual laborers.

The miners stared wide-eyed and rushed over to grab the food—they didn't even dare to take too much bacon, as they considered it a luxury and taking too much might get them scolded.

Mason enjoyed the meal with an almost reverent attitude before realizing he wasn't full.

He gritted his teeth, brazenly walked up, and asked, "Sir, may I have some more potatoes?"

The foreman was getting impatient and pointed to the food on the truck: "I've said it many times, all this stuff is yours. If you can't finish it, it'll just go to waste. If you want to go hungry and watch the food get thrown away, you can continue to be polite here."

Upon hearing this, many people stood up and lined up again next to the car.

Most people were not full, but they did not dare to ask for more until they heard that if they did not eat these things, they would be thrown away, and then they put their worries aside.

After another ten minutes or so, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, and then boarded the dilapidated minibus to wait for their next shift at the mine.

Eating had already taken up a lot of time, and now they were full of energy and couldn't wait to make money.

To the surprise of all the miners, the car wouldn't start after they got on.

The foreman walked onto the vehicle, stood in the center, clapped his hands, and said, “Everyone, please look under your seats. Each of you has an air-filtering mask, which you must wear before going down into the mine. Listen carefully to what I said; it’s mandatory. Your lives are not important, but if you die and cause us to be unable to work, affecting the ‘Hell Tax Collectors’ taxes, that is the greatest sin, understand?”

"Now, I'll teach you how to use it."

"Then there are some precautions. If you feel unwell or experience any of the following..."

"If similar..."

"All of these reports must be submitted! Otherwise, your salary will be deducted!"

The miners looked at each other in bewilderment. After what seemed like an eternity, the minibus finally set off. Along the way, they saw police officers tearing down small advertisements on the road through the windows.

……

Outside the town, the "investigation team" of eight people gathered together and breathed a sigh of relief.

The man in the lead, named Moke, sighed, "Finally, we're leaving this wretched town!"

"How's the bounty posting going?"

"They're all up, but I don't dare linger. Where did that madman Milton get so many cameras? Overnight, I saw several more that I hadn't seen yesterday."

"Now that it's pasted up, let's go."

"Walk……"

Moke took two steps forward and reminded him again, "Let me repeat, we must take out the mine overseers at the very beginning, then we can control those unarmed miners."

"Hurry them into the mine, then blow it up with explosives."

"Then immediately contact the checkpoint in the south and have him pressure Milton from the perspective of a colleague; at the same time, contact the gang and have them play the roles of the family members of the miners who died in the accident. As long as the scene is big enough and the crying is heartbreaking enough, no one will verify whether they are actually the family members of the victims."

"Heh... Milton is probably still having a headache over the bounty, he has no idea that we are already preparing to attack his mine."

"I can't wait! I've killed so many people in my life, but I've never tried burying so many people all at once. It'll be so exciting and thrilling, hahaha!"

"Don't let your guard down. We need to deal with the armed personnel in the mine as quickly as possible. Otherwise, if it escalates into a gunfight, things will become much more difficult to handle."

"What's there to be afraid of? Just burn the gunshot wounds off... Milton loves playing with fire, doesn't he? We'll burn his men to death the same way!"

"Don't be nervous, everyone. Even if something unexpected happens, don't forget that I brought an MGL Y2 grenade launcher. If the mission fails, we'll kill everyone and retreat! Even if we don't achieve our original goal, we'll still make Milton suffer."

"Only through constant death can the people of that town be shown that following Milton will lead to certain death!"

Moke was pleased with everyone's morale and nodded, saying, "Good, that's how it should be!"

After a while, they finally arrived at the designated location and hid the car.

The group picked up their weapons—three with rifles, four with shotguns, and one with an MGL Y2 grenade launcher—and headed in the direction of the compass.

More than ten minutes later, they finally spotted their target.

In a small mine, you can see a supervisor standing near the highest watchtower, looking down meticulously.

In the mine, you can see several shirtless miners working hard.

Occasionally, you can see people going in and out of that bottomless mine.

Moke, holding the M16 rifle, nodded and said, "Very good, that's the target. There are two overseers, and that's our first priority. Remember, after taking out the overseers, make sure no one else gets the gun."

"Don't worry, it's just the two of us, nothing serious."

"You know what, Milton is really something. The foreman's stance is so straight, tsk tsk tsk."

"No wonder they were able to take down Van Kang's gang and Varta; their discipline is indeed quite good."

The group chatted casually as they moved forward.

Although they spoke in a relaxed tone, their preparations were thorough; everyone was dressed in camouflage and blended seamlessly into the environment.

After spotting their target, they did not attack blindly, but observed carefully for a while to see if there were any armed personnel they might have missed.

With everything under control, Moke nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, we need to spread out a bit and communicate via walkie-talkies later!"

"..."

Another few minutes passed.

A man holding a civilian AR-15 crouched down, turned on his walkie-talkie, and said, "I'm about 300 meters from the target. I can fire now. I'm going to deal with the supervisor on the right. What about you guys?"

"The reconnaissance found no other armed personnel nearby, so I think we can attack."

Moke's voice came: "I'll take care of the overseer on the left."

Bang bang bang!
Without hesitation, the men pulled the triggers and fired at the overseers on the high ground. Bright red blood splattered from the bodies of the two overseers, and they fell straight down.

Screams erupted from the mine as the miners scattered in panic, dropping their tools and frantically searching for cover.

Nobody picked up the gun?

"These cowards are terrified, hahaha!"

"It went even more smoothly than we expected."

"Nonsense, it's just a mine, how strong can its protection be?"

The man with the grenade launcher was even more arrogant; he simply stood up and walked out of the bushes.

He waved his weapon and shouted, "Everyone inside, line up and come out one by one! Do as I say if you don't want to die!"

"See the weapon in my hand? See this grenade launcher? If I wanted to, I could blow you all to smithereens in two seconds!"

"Don't resist, don't try to provoke me!"

As he spoke, he took several more steps forward—his four teammates with shotguns followed.

There was a rustling sound coming from behind the sandbags and bunkers, but no one showed their face.

It seems like the miners are hesitating?
Afraid to surrender?

"Stop struggling!" The man holding the grenade launcher's voice carried a hint of displeasure. "Whoever comes out first will live; the last one to come out is likely to be shot!"

"Give me all of it..." However, before he could finish the sentence, he suddenly felt very strange, wondering why he couldn't speak.

And what's wrong with my vision? Why is it constantly spinning? Why can't my neck support my head... Wait, my neck?!
In the final moments of his life, he finally realized that his neck had been broken!
The four men with shotguns were covered in blood and looked bewildered.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of burly men wearing bulletproof vests and helmets and carrying armored shields suddenly emerged from behind those bunkers!
They hid behind sturdy bunkers, guns raised, shouting, "Drop your weapons! Repeat, drop your weapons, or we will shoot immediately!!!"

This sudden turn of events left the rest of the investigation team completely bewildered—what was going on? Wasn't this a mine?

Just now, a large group of miners were mining here, but they were too scared to show their faces because of the gunfire.

What are these fierce-looking, well-equipped burly men? How did they get into this place?

The gunman on the scene hadn't quite grasped the situation yet, but the three riflemen providing support from the rear had already realized the problem.

Moke cried out in alarm, "Oh no! An ambush! We've been ambushed!"

"This is a trap meticulously designed by Milton. Those people aren't miners at all; they're warriors!"

"That's impossible. We just came up with this plan last night. Could there be a mole among us?"

"We can't worry about that now, let's retreat..."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud "bang" came from behind Moke.

He realized that he had been hooked by something like a dart, and the hooked area produced an extremely intense, needle-like burning pain, which then spread throughout his body.

It was like being electrocuted; all the muscles in my body went out of control, and I just collapsed straight down.

Taser, also known as Hawking Experience Device!
Milton had just unlocked something, and now it came in handy.

But Moke was still conscious. He could feel several hurried footsteps approaching, kicking the gun away from him as he fell to the ground, and handcuffing his hands.

A man walked over, stepped on Moke's head, and shouted into a walkie-talkie, "We've got the enemy under control here. How's it going on your end? I'll say it again, if the stun gun doesn't work, just shoot him!"

"They're all under control? Great! Their car should be parked nearby. Find it! There's probably a bomb inside. Keep your eyes peeled."

"How's the situation at the mine? Did the enemy resist? Did they all surrender without firing a single shot? Not even a speck of dirt on their guns?! Check their nationalities, are they all French?"

"So they had rearview mirrors on their cars so they could see the battle situation at the front?"

"Boss, the men are under control, you can come over now!"

"..."

As Moke was being pushed toward the mine, he tried to process the information in his mind.

This is truly Milton's trap!

Milton knew they were coming, knew they were going to attack, and even knew the exact time and place!
how can that be possible? !

But Moke's mind was still quick; he still had one weapon he hadn't used—a very powerful weapon.

Pushed into the mine and seeing the heavily armed and well-equipped men, Mok raised his voice and shouted, "Hey, you, you warriors, listen to me, please listen to me! I'm here for Milton, I'm not your enemy!"

"You guys don't know yet, do you? Milton has a $2 million bounty on his head! $2 million! That's enough for you to live on for ten lifetimes!"

"With such good guns and equipment, why are you living in this small town with Milton? Let me go, and let's go make $200 million together, how about it?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the people in front of him with great confidence, hoping that they would fight amongst themselves or even rebel directly.

Moke had seen too many cases of dogs fighting over the division of spoils.

However, none of those people in front of him wavered even slightly.

"This stupid dog probably doesn't know that I set fire to Fan Kangbang's camp a few days ago and destroyed hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of goods, haha."

"Even if we kill you, we can still get the $200 million, right?"

I think there should be more.

"If you want to live, why don't you tell me how much you're worth?"

Moke looked around incredulously and said, "Do you know whose bounty that is? It's Guzman's! It's the Sinaloa Group's, I'm not lying to you!"

“Oh, so that criminal organization whose boss is still in jail? We know he’s a disgrace, you don’t need to repeat it. Mr. ‘Hell Tax Collector’ taught us to read books and acquire knowledge, we all understand this common sense.”

"you……"

Before Moke could speak, the sound of a propeller cutting through the air came from above, accompanied by a gust of wind.

He looked up and...

It was a helicopter, and the exact same model as the one used in the air raid trial, only the paint job had been changed.

Milton pushed open the helicopter door, jumped lightly onto the ground, and patted the dust off his clothes.

“Oh, oh, oh! Sir… please don’t give me that baby-baby look.” Milton wagged his index finger. “Get this straight, you attacked my mine first, you attacked my property. My men actually spotted you a long time ago, they just didn’t fire.”

“You came to my town yesterday with weapons, bombs, and so much stuff. In the spirit of friendship, I didn’t ask you for taxes. Isn’t that enough to express my goodwill and kindness?”

"I tirelessly adhered to the principles of hospitality, suppressed my anger, and performed all the proper courtesies..."

"And this is how you repay my kindness? With bullets?!"

Moke looked at the man before him, his whole body trembling involuntarily. He opened his mouth and said, "Milton!"

“Answer my questions, look me in the eye, why are you attacking my mine? Why are you smuggling goods onto my territory?”

"I, I...this,this is a misunderstanding!"

"Oh? Was it a misunderstanding that you just tried to bribe my men with $200 million?"

"This……"

"Enough!" Just then, a man kneeling on the ground suddenly looked up and said arrogantly, "Milton, do you know who we are? We are Senator Lopez's men. I advise you to release us immediately."

Moke looked at Olya's camera next to him, horrified, and tried to stop his idiot teammate from talking nonsense, but it was too late.

Milton ignored him completely, and instead turned to Brandon, saying, "Brandon, look at the tracks on this transport vehicle. Haven't they been used for too long and are they a bit rusty?"

"Yes, Mr. 'Hell Tax Collector'!"

"Lubricating oil works very well, but it's too expensive. Do you have any recommendations for cheaper and easier-to-obtain lubricating materials?"

Brandon exclaimed excitedly, "Yes, sir! There are seven such strong materials on site!"

As he spoke, he dragged the talkative man to the vicinity of the transport vehicle, ignoring his screams, and shoved him near the road wheels.

"start up!"

Crack! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Amidst screams, a living person was shredded into a bloody pulp.

Milton turned to look at Moke, whose face was ashen, and said, "What kind of bastards dare to slander the great Senator Lopez and try to tarnish his reputation? He's such a good man, would he send you to carry out a terrorist attack?"

"Take them back! I will try you on behalf of justice. I will broadcast it live on television and invite Congressman Lopez to watch, so that he can see you being sent to the gallows and clear our congressman's name!"

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Liu Tian arrived in the Journey to the West world and became a bull demon under the Green Ox Demon.

However, this world of Journey to the West is very different from what I imagined.

For a mediocre demon, let alone cultivating immortality, even normal cultivation and transforming into human form is a luxury.

Fortunately, he could board the train first and buy the ticket later.

[Advance payment of "hidden essence," condition: Steal the Water Fairy's clothes 100 times afterwards!]

[Advance payment for the "Ten-Image Bull Body" condition: Afterwards, crash into trees ten thousand times to develop an indestructible body!]

[Advance payment for the "Demon Immortal Technique," condition: afterwards, deduce the mental cultivation methods of all schools and transform the Dao of the Three Realms!]

Whether it's legendary skills, world-shaking inheritances, or mysterious secret techniques.
As long as Liu Tian wants to learn, the path is right in front of him!

A hundred years later.

Standing atop the highest peak, looking back with pride, he had become the supreme Demon Emperor of All Laws, unrivaled in the Three Realms. Even the primordial chaos of Heaven and Earth, formed over 129,600 years, could not subdue him.
PS: [Original Journey to the West + Self-created Worldview]

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