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Chapter 12 will be announced later.

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Someone is stopping the car?

Milton was on edge, and instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist.

Seeing that the other party didn't make any unnecessary moves, he slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road, rolled down the window, and said warily, "Put your hands where I can see you, and state your purpose!"

Milton quickly surveyed his surroundings and confirmed that there was no ambush.

Milton really didn't have the energy to care too much about other people's business right now, but he was even more afraid to let any unexpected situations happen.

This is the consequence of being at a disadvantage and having too little room for error.

Compared to wasting a little time, unexpected events are more unsettling.

Many people have probably had a similar experience—when you are focused on something difficult and complicated, any interruption from others can cause extreme frustration.

Milton suppressed his emotions, staring at the man's hands as he approached step by step.

The man raised his hands high, a fawning smile on his face: "Officer... Prosecutor, I have information, I have very important information!"

After deciding to sell the pharmacy, he came to the vicinity of this fruit stand to try his luck, because he heard that an inspector had just dealt with a smuggling case there.

Sure enough, we ran into the prosecutor!

Milton scrutinized the man for two seconds before saying, "Speak, and don't move your hands."

"I know of a huge smuggling operation, a massive one!"

The man wanted to keep the officer in suspense a little, exaggerate his story, and entice the prosecutor to ask more questions in order to get more information fees.

Milton had no interest in investigating the case at the moment. Knowing that what the other party was about to say had nothing to do with the Van Kang gang, he casually replied, "I understand. Go back and wait for our notification."

After saying that, he was about to roll up the window.

The man was getting anxious. He was afraid that if the news was delayed any longer, the black market pharmacy would find protection again. He didn't bother to keep them in suspense and shouted, "Sir, that's one of the biggest smugglers in the old street. If you go there, you might be able to get hundreds of thousands of ghats!"

Amidst anticipation and trepidation, the glass window stopped rolling upwards—Milton heard the words "Old Street"!

According to police reports, the killer is hiding in the old streets!
The man was overjoyed at the sight—as expected, no one could resist the temptation of hundreds of thousands of ghats!
However, before he could even ask for a price, he saw a dark gun barrel sticking out of the car window.

And Milton's calm voice: "Get in the car, and don't touch your pockets."

The man, who only wanted to sell the pharmacy for a quick buck, had never seen such unreasonable behavior before. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word. He forced his aching arms to walk slowly to the other side of the pickup truck and sat in the passenger seat with a blank mind.

You're telling me this is a prosecutor?

Even gangsters are more reasonable than this...

Milton, holding a pistol ready to fire at any moment, carefully searched the man to make sure he wasn't carrying any lethal weapons before pulling out a pair of handcuffs and cuffing his wrists to the car.

He's not an unreasonable person, but at this sensitive time, no amount of caution is too much.

Milton is heading to the old streets to find a hitman when a caller suddenly appears with information about smuggled drugs in the old streets. And it just so happens that Van Kang's gang is in the pharmaceutical business...

Milton couldn't piece together these fragmented clues for the time being, so he simply assumed that these things were all conspiracies and could be detrimental to him!

“After verifying the authenticity of the clues, I will give you your share, depending on the circumstances.” Milton put away his weapon and continued driving towards the old street. “Now, tell me everything you know.”

Even after the gun was moved away, the man still didn't dare to haggle and quickly explained everything about the illegal pharmacy in detail.

At the same time, a sense of lingering fear gradually arose in his heart... This prosecutor's style was no different from that of a robber.

Isn't the enforcement a bit too forceful?
After listening to the man's confession, Milton muttered to himself, "A black market pharmacy, a large amount of smuggling, an old street..."

It sounds like there should be some connection with Fan Kangbang.

Because Fan Kangbang was in the business of selling medicine.

Moreover, after receiving this "alarm," Milton discovered that the "clues" section of the system contained purchasable information about "Fan Kang's gang of hitmen smuggling illegal weapons."

After gritting my teeth and spending 2000 points to buy this information, the system gave me a prompt.

[In a hidden black pharmacy in the old street, perhaps some clues about the killers can be found.] It's vague... but at least the general direction has been determined, and it's confirmed that the man didn't make a false police report.

After some deliberation, Milton decided to first follow the clues provided by the man and the system to check out the black market pharmacy in the old neighborhood.

It's better than wandering aimlessly through the vast old streets like a headless fly.

Anyway, the assassin is hiding in this area, so it's on the way and won't take up too much time.

If the black market pharmacy and the Fan Kang gang have only a simple supply relationship, try to press the pharmacy owner for information about the Fan Kang gang, whether he knows where their safe house in the old streets is, what weapons and equipment are in their safe house, and the possible room layout.

Even if you can only get a little bit of vague information, it's worth it.

The importance of information in CQB has been proven by countless people who have risked their lives.

And you can also earn some points along the way.

If it is discovered that the black market pharmacy is deeply intertwined with the Fan Kang gang, then find a way to eliminate the people inside, so as not to become a threat when you raid the assassin's stronghold.

If this matter can be resolved within an hour, it shouldn't have a significant impact on subsequent actions.

boom!
The pickup truck started up again and set off.

Ten minutes later, the two arrived at the narrow, dirty old street.

To avoid drawing too much attention, Milton spent some points to exchange for a set of old civilian clothes. After changing out of his prosecutor's uniform, he walked into the old street led by the man.

As a precaution, Milton did not carry his previous M29 revolver, but instead switched to a Luger Mark 2 pistol.

In case of the need for forceful law enforcement later, this pistol will prevent the gunshot from traveling too far and alerting the assassins in advance.

Seeing that the prosecutor was almost ready, the man said obsequiously, "Sir, this way, I'll take you away! These people are all bad; they only know how to exploit you. You don't need to go easy on them!"

Milton followed the man into the street, taking in his surroundings as he went.

It's dirty, chaotic, and poor. There's a suspicious stench everywhere. The people here are generally tired and unhealthy. Beggars, thieves, prostitutes, gamblers, alcoholics, swindlers, and hooligans are everywhere. There are also many motorcycles parked on the roadside...

"No wonder I chose to hide here. Luckily, I was wearing old clothes. I was busy all day and my clothes weren't clean, so I wouldn't be too conspicuous."

After walking for only a minute or two, without going too deep into the street, the man stopped in front of a rusty iron gate.

Behind the door was an inconspicuous house, partially collapsed, with the damaged parts simply covered with cheap sheet metal; white smoke billowed from the dilapidated chimney, and a faint smell of food and cooking fumes could be detected.

No exception.

Milton nodded, stood in the blind spot of the iron gate, and gestured to the man with his eyes that he could begin.

Boom boom boom!
After three knocks, the small window on the iron gate opened.

A flicker of doubt crossed Old Sean's weary eyes, masking the fear that had just been hidden deep within them: "Olivier, what are you doing back here? Didn't you already buy the medicine?"

Oliver looked annoyed: "I left the screwdriver here while I was eating and forgot to take it. You know, without this screwdriver, I can't explain my work tomorrow at all!"

Sean seemed a little distracted, lost in thought. Since Olivier was an old acquaintance and usually forgetful, he didn't think much of it when he heard this explanation and reached out to open the iron gate.

"Olivor, I'm telling you, go in, grab what you need, and come out right away. You don't know what's going on inside... Ugh! Ugh!!!"

Before the poor old man could finish speaking, Milton, who had been lying in ambush, pounced on him and stuffed a twisted piece of cloth into his mouth.

At the same time, he twisted his arm hard, and in the intense pain, Sean groaned heavily, turned his back to him, and knelt on the ground.

click!
Milton skillfully handcuffed Sean, dragged him into a small storage room of only two or three square meters, and tied him up with a rope.

Oliver looked at Sean, who was lying on the ground, his eyes filled with anger, and felt no remorse for the old man who had saved his life.

Once that old bastard dies and that shady pharmacy goes out of business, I'll get the prosecutor's reward, and maybe I can even have a taste of his daughter before running off to America... Anyway, she's already been raped, so one more time won't make a difference.

Money, women, America... freedom and a bright future!
Thinking of this, Olivier became even more eager. He turned to Milton and said in English, "Sir, this way!"

P.S.: The official language of Guatemala is Spanish.

(End of this chapter)