Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 13 Encounter on a narrow road

"Sir, the pharmacy is right below this building. The sewer system is quite complicated, and most people can't find their way. I'll take you there!"

Are the houses above just a cover?
Is the real shady pharmacy actually hidden underneath?

Milton frowned, his vigilance rising considerably. He remained prepared to fire at any moment, replying, "Lead the way, and keep your footing. If I suspect you're deliberately making noise, I'll shoot immediately."

"Yes, yes! Sir, you don't need to do this. No one here can threaten you."

"Shut up and lead the way."

"..."

The sewers were dimly lit and visibility was poor, so Milton would always have Oliver stand in front of him at any angle where a gun could be hidden.

If there is a possibility of crossfire, Oliva will act as a human shield on one side, while Milton himself will be ready to counterattack from the other side at any time.

This sewer space is even larger than I imagined... In an indoor environment like a school building or a massive underground system, the defenders have a huge advantage!

Da da da……

The extremely faint sound of two people's footsteps echoed in the sewer as they walked about ten meters.

The sewers weren't a particularly quiet environment, so the sound of their footsteps couldn't travel very far.

Just then, Milton suddenly heard a girl's very low sobs and pleas coming from a room ahead. Then he heard a door close, and the entire sewer fell silent again.

If the surrounding environment had been any noisier, Milton might not have been able to hear the sobbing at all!
In this situation, Milton should have ignored everything and eliminated all unexpected circumstances before considering anything else.

But... that sobbing sound sounds familiar!

I feel like I've heard it somewhere before, but I can't quite place it right now.

Milton pondered for a moment, recalling the possible clues in the system prompts, and then slowed his pace once again, making minimal movements as he walked toward the room from which the noise was coming from.

Oliver was about to point out that Milton was going the wrong way, but then he remembered the warning against making noise, so he could only follow along helplessly.

Ten seconds later, Milton arrived at the room door.

Judging from its external outline, the room is not large, and the door is against one of the walls, so it is not facing the crossfire.

As he got closer to the door, Milton could hear the sounds coming from inside again.

"...Hehe, little girl, these kinds of good things used to be only for the eldest..."

"Please... release my father... I won't resist..."

"Go ahead and rebel! Rebellion is what makes things interesting! Don't you, your father, and your filthy bitch mother all love to rebel?"

Upon hearing the word "mother," a clear hint of collapse appeared in the girl's voice: "Please let my father go... We didn't do what happened today... Please believe me, I beg you."

Upon hearing this, Milton immediately recognized whose voice it was.

Leah!

The brave little girl who intervened at the fruit stand not long ago!
Why is she here?!
Milton didn't speculate too much; he just killed the rapist and would ask him directly later.

Thinking of this, Milton reached out and pushed open the door.

In most cases, the bed will not face the door directly. In this case, when Milton opens the door, he will most likely be facing a sideways position, so there will not be much danger.

The man inside was completely relaxed, showing no wariness of his surroundings, and continued to laugh wildly: "Our man died at your fruit stand, and you say it has nothing to do with you? Your prosecutor mother wasn't this stubborn even when she was eaten alive by dogs back then. I really should record the scene of her begging for mercy and show it to you, hahaha..."

"Please...please stop...please..."

squeak...

Before he could finish speaking, Milton had already pushed open the door.

What came into view was a girl whose expression had completely collapsed, whose clothes were disheveled, and who was making a futile resistance, and a man who was shirtless and whose pants were half off.

He heard the door open and hurriedly tried to turn around, but his pants buckled around his crotch, making him look ridiculously comical.

The man also had a very conspicuous short gun hanging on his waist.

TEC-9 submachine gun. Milton's gaze froze.

Fan Kang's assassins!!!
Why does it appear here? !

Despite being extremely shocked, Milton's hands moved swiftly, and he pulled the trigger in the blink of an eye.

click!
With a soft click, the bullet left the barrel and pierced the assassin's temple with pinpoint accuracy.

He collapsed onto the bed before he could even utter a sound, leaving the blankets and mattress in a new red and white color scheme.

Lia instinctively wanted to crawl into bed in fear, but then she saw a familiar face.

That was a very nice prosecutor.

I...am I saved?

Thinking about the terrifying experience and extreme humiliation she had just gone through, the girl was about to break down.

But Milton immediately raised his index finger to signal the girl to be quiet, and at the same time called Oliva in from outside the door. After closing the door, he calmly asked, "I'll ask, you answer, one thing at a time. Don't panic. The more panicked you are, the less I'll be able to solve the problem."

Milton was also confused and at a loss... He only had a small-caliber pistol, 19 bullets, and a newly captured TEC-9, and nothing else!

Meanwhile, the assassins, outnumbering him several times over, were in the same location! Without numerical or equipment advantages, going solo in a CQB is pure suicide!

No, you should say you were the one being CQB'd!
If you're unlucky, there might be an assassin standing right across the wall from you!
But at this point, Milton no longer had the right to be at a loss.

Calm down! Calm down... I still have the information advantage! The assassin hasn't spotted me yet!
Lia suppressed the urge to cry and nodded with red eyes.

Milton pointed to the corpse on the ground and asked, "Did you come here on your own, or were you kidnapped by these people?"

"I...I came by myself..." Leah was a little flustered, trying to defend the pharmacy, "Officer, the 'boss' and..."

click!
Before Leah could finish speaking, she saw Milton pull the slide of his pistol, raise his hand, and fire a shot at Oliver, who was leering at him. The bullet ripped open Oliver's skull.

Olivier was shot during the execution; he didn't even have a chance to speak!
This person lied in the previous intelligence report. The black market pharmacy is not as vicious as he described. Otherwise, Lia would not have come on her own initiative, let alone defend the pharmacy.

If someone tries to cover it up, then that person has a problem.

Milton doesn't have time to assess the magnitude of the problem or why he's withholding information. Killing him outright is the most efficient and safest option.

Milton ignored the corpses lying on the ground and continued, "Assassins... how many of these armed men were there in total? When did they arrive? Where were they roughly located? Did they have any other weapons?"

Lia was startled by the prosecutor's brutality, but still answered tremblingly, "One, six in total. They arrived about an hour ago and should all be in the rooms near the pharmacy now. It seems they didn't bring any other weapons."

She had a vague feeling that the prosecutor had concluded, based on the question she had just asked, that Uncle Olivier had done something wrong...

Milton nodded: "Keep quiet and wait here. No matter what noise you hear, don't make a sound. Try to recall the layout of those rooms and tell me when I get back. If you can't remember, just say you don't know. Absolutely do not provide false information, and I won't blame you."

After saying that, Milton turned to open the door—the assassins would soon realize they were missing a teammate and had to get back to the car and put on his gear as quickly as possible!
The round trip must take no more than 10 minutes, and no one can discover it.

As for other questions, ask them after the call is over.

The killer's stupidity and amateurishness, coupled with misleading information, led Milton to make a serious misjudgment.

There are no safe houses at all!
The hideout that Fan Kang helped the assassins choose was right in this shady pharmacy!

In Milton's understanding, shouldn't the defenders go to the most familiar indoor environment, retrieve the spare weapons inside, set up traps and booby traps, be on high alert at all times, and wait for assistance or for the martial law to be lifted?

Even if one is forced to use a property as a temporary base, irrelevant personnel should be quickly removed or detained, and at least one person should be sent to stand guard at the door. What does it mean to have only an old man as a doorman?
Can they really just let anyone in? Can they really be fooled into opening the door just because someone said they lost something inside?

Who would have thought that this drafty, godforsaken place could be an enemy stronghold?
He even has the nerve to mess around with women?
That's so stupid it's beyond Milton's common sense comprehension!
Milton always imagined that he was attacking a safe house that was close to a military fortress, where traps were laid and enemies with deadly weapons were hiding in every corner of a complex room.

The system then provided misleading information: "The pharmacy may contain clues about the killer"—leading Milton to believe that the killer was not in the pharmacy, but that information about the killer's hiding place could be found there.

In fact, this intelligence was correct; the clue was indeed in the pharmacy—but isn't the killer himself a clue?

"I overestimated the enemy... I guess I got wrecked by some noob. Luckily, I was using a silenced weapon, luckily the indoor environment was open, and luckily I was careful enough not to expose myself. Otherwise, coming here without armor and carrying a pistol would have been suicide."

"Gangs aren't special forces; they don't have the organization and discipline I imagined... I must learn from this experience next time."

"However...this also shows that they were completely unprepared for my attack!"

(End of this chapter)