Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 134 Air Force Fully Upgraded!

Lyman saw this and chuckled, "That's easy. Just get some lime water and soak these things in it. I can do it for you."

Milton shook his head and said, "As far as I know, lime water only works on poppies."

Lime water is mainly used to destroy the alkaloids in poppies; it has no effect on coca or benzene ring structures.

"Uh, is that so?" Lyman was also a little confused, and he smiled awkwardly. "Then, then give me a way, and I'll carry it out for you?"

“As far as I know, it can be burned.” Milton remained calm. “These things are afraid of high temperatures.”

Lyman's eyes widened, and he quickly said, "No... well, not that it's impossible, but you'd better find a more open space, put out the fire liquor, and leave quickly. Otherwise, you know, you'll inhale all that stuff that's burning, and that won't be good."

By this time, the officers had already pushed the drugs into the room, which made Lyman feel a little strange.

“It’s alright, you’re an anti-drug ambassador,” Milton said. “I believe you have a way to deal with these toxic gases.”

"Huh?" Lyman was a little confused. "I... what should I do? I'm sorry, Mr. 'Hell Tax Collector,' I'm not very well-educated, so I might need you to teach me."

“Why does it need to be taught?” Milton stood up. “Shouldn’t breathing be an innate ability for everyone?”

"breathe?"

“Yes, that’s right.” Milton nodded matter-of-factly. “If you just inhale these toxic gases, wouldn’t that solve the pollution problem? Isn’t that right, my esteemed anti-drug ambassador?”

Inhale... inhale...

Lyman turned around abruptly and glanced at the pile of drugs that looked like a small mountain, and the gasoline that had been evenly poured over them.

"and many more!!!"

"Light the fire." Milton raised his hand. "Burn it all."

"Wait!" Lyman struggled violently, his handcuffed wrists banging against the table. "You promised me! You promised me! This is live on TV! You're lying in front of the TV station?!"

“When did I lie?” Milton turned around and asked with a hint of curiosity, “You wanted a 100-square-meter house with everything you needed, didn’t I give it to you?”

"And also, you said you wanted your women... Didn't I send them all over here? And they can be anti-drug ambassadors with you, isn't that a very romantic thing?"

Where the hell is the romance in this?!
Seeing that Lyman was about to speak, Milton slapped his forehead.

"Oh, right, you said you'd give you enough money to last you the rest of your life, I almost forgot."

After Milton finished speaking, he generously pulled a $100 bill from his pocket, looked at the face of Benjamin Franklin on it, clicked his tongue twice in mockery, and then threw it into the room.

"$100 should be enough for you, right?"

"It's okay. If it's not enough, just let me know. You have my phone number."

"Milton!!!" Lyman finally realized he'd been tricked, and he roared furiously, "You dare trick me? You actually dared to trick me?! You dare to execute an enemy who has already surrendered?!"

"Let me tell you, if you really dare to execute me, then no one will dare to surrender to you anymore. You can expect endless resistance from now on!!!"

Milton chuckled, looking at the camera as if he were answering more than just Lyman's question: "I only executed you, the leader. Aren't your men all alive and well now? What, do you think you and your bunch of insect-like subordinates would be willing to risk your lives for you?"

"and……"

"I never accepted the drug dealers' surrender in the first place."

"I will never accept the surrender of drug dealers."

"Money earned at the cost of other people's lives must be paid for with one's own life."

"Light the fire, set it on fire, and... throw in the oxygen cylinders from Lyman's safe house too, so the fire doesn't go out because there's not enough oxygen."

Lyman had gone completely mad. His screams were mixed with violent coughing as he cursed, "Milton! You're dead, you're dead! I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

“Thanks to you,” Milton said slowly as he turned to leave, “this place is now hell.”

boom!
The fire was started.

The doors and windows of the interrogation room were quickly closed, and soon, thick, toxic smoke filled the room, with carbon monoxide and hydrogen cyanide immediately filling the space.

Soon, Lyman stopped crying out. His eyes bulged out in a terrifying way, and then he began to laugh maniacally, trying to break free of his handcuffs. Not long after, he collapsed onto the table and cried uncontrollably...

He has clearly fallen into a hallucination.

"Let's go, he's dead meat."

Milton's core team members boarded armored vehicles and arrived at the southern checkpoint, which had already been cleared out.

The entire staff here has been replaced by Milton's men.

“Flora, renovate this checkpoint and turn it into a fortress.” Milton walked into Lyman’s office and waved his hand. “Leave the project to your company.”

“It’s us, our company!” Flora corrected, then sat down on the sofa and took a comfortable sip of water. “Now we have control of both border checkpoints. Next, as you said, we should move north and attack the rebel territory.”

“Strategically, that’s how it is, but tactically, we can’t execute it that way.” Milton shook his head. “Because we have too many crises right in front of us. The most urgent issue is the howitzer. If we don’t solve this problem, we will be in a very passive position.”

Range is an advantage. Even though Milton now controls two territories, being bombarded by howitzers 20 kilometers away is not a good thing.

“At least we’ve captured the southern checkpoint, and we’ll be very close to the port city of Champerico,” Flora said. “Then we’ll see if we can organize a commando team to seize or destroy this cannon.”

"Anyway, we have room to fight back... If we don't capture the southern checkpoint, we'll be completely on the defensive."

Just as Milton was about to say something, his phone rang again.

It was like a death knell.

“Oh, I forgot to call esteemed Congressman Lopez back.” Milton said with a hint of self-reproach, “He’s probably waiting anxiously by the phone, waiting for me to call him repeatedly, isn’t he? That would be a bit bad.” With a joke, Milton answered the phone.

Lopez's frantic voice came through the receiver: "Milton?!"

“Ah, so it’s our esteemed Mr. Lopez.” Milton maintained his smile and politeness. “I’ve watched all your videos carefully, and I never expected that your performance would only last a little over a minute?”

The pile of videos that Lyman previously released naturally included this kind of sex scandal.

"You're quite pleased with yourself, aren't you?" Lopez ignored the insult. "You dare to execute a criminal on television, in front of everyone, using methods that are illegal? Who do you think you are?"

Milton said dismissively, "The dead man didn't object, so why are you making such a fuss? You're meddling a bit, Congressman."

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what you want. You started this, and only you can quell it. You have a way to say that Lyman's things are all fake. As long as you do that, you can name your price."

Despite his extreme anger, Lopez maintained the basic qualities of a politician: he did not let anger cloud his judgment.

First, stabilize Milton with benefits. Once he becomes a member of Congress, or even president, then use policies to block him, slowly develop the army, and finally crush Milton like an ant or a rebel!

"Do you want to be a member of parliament? Do you want to head the tax bureau? Or do you want a place in the military?"

“No problem at all… I can make the decision to make your troops and your men one of the regular Guatemalan armies. Only you have the authority to mobilize them, and personnel will be entirely under your command. But in name, you will be one of my men, and if our group faces a life-or-death crisis, you will have to contribute some manpower and effort.”

"From now on, that place will be your territory... If you can participate in the suppression of the rebels, you can also participate in the distribution of the spoils."

Milton laughed and said, "Very tempting terms, Congressman. But unfortunately, these are not what I want."

"What do you want? Do you want to be president?"

“I’m a very lazy person. I just want to lie in bed and collect some taxes in peace,” Milton said slowly. “But you and your shady dealings have made it so that my people don’t have proper jobs, that police officers are dying every day, that I have to go door-to-door to collect taxes, and that thieves and robbers visit my taxpayers from time to time. It’s making it very difficult for me to keep running around for that little bit of tax revenue every day.”

“Even police officers have to cover their faces while handling cases, for fear of being retaliated against afterward.”

At this point, Milton's voice gradually turned somber: "Your drugs are destroying my tax base, do you understand?! I will, and I will, wipe you all out completely."

Do you really think this thing makes money? It destroys 100 tax bases in exchange for 1 piece of blood-stained personal gain.

A simple economic calculation will show that this is an absolute huge loss!
Drugs can shake the very foundations of a civilization!

Moreover, just as Milton said, even without any reason, he would not let the drug dealers go, for no reason at all.

Suppressing his anger, Lopez asked, "You want to fight me to the death? You don't want to talk about money, you want to talk about life and death, is that it? You want to push me to my death?"

Milton chuckled: "All I see are you and Lyman, you guys are pushing everyone else to their limits. Alright, I'm not going to waste my breath on you anymore. Instead of worrying about me, worry about your own approval rating... I need to celebrate the great victory of the Battle of Akoch Town with my men."

"Fine! Very well! You damned bastard!" Lopez dropped the pretense. "That piece of trash Lyman must have told you, right? I bought a howitzer, yes, that's for you! Just you wait! You won't be able to keep jumping around for long!"

"You want me dead? Do you know how much money I have? Do you know how many connections I have?"

"They will become tanks, real tanks... They will become airplanes, equipment, and crush your ridiculous army to pieces!"

"You just wait, you're dead!"

"Beep beep..."

Milton hung up the phone immediately.

"..."

Flora shook her head: "It feels like Lopez is really going crazy. Is he going to use all the money he's made from years of corruption, smuggling, and drug trafficking to buy equipment to deal with you? He's really rich. It looks like even the regular army's equipment isn't as good as his."

Milton began to explain: "Do you know how much the Medellín Group earned in a year during Pablo's peak? $220 billion. Do you know what Colombia's GDP was at that time? $400 billion. Lopez is certainly far inferior to Pablo, but it wouldn't be difficult for him to empty his coffers and create a private army that is more powerful than the regular army... Moreover, he himself represents a part of the regular army."

Feeling threatened, they naturally used the money they would have spent on yachts, villas, and zoos to buy equipment.

Flora sighed, "Howitzer, what should we do? Should we send more scouts to infiltrate the port city? As soon as we get any information, we should send out armored vehicles and try to destroy it during transport?"

"I remember Lopez has tanks, right? Even if they're AMX-13s or something, they're still a big threat to us."

Milton tapped the table but didn't say anything.

Flora's plan is feasible if the only tactical objective is to "destroy the howitzer," but the casualties could be heavy... and the commando team might not come back.

Milton scanned the panel, looking for other solutions.

For example...the Air Force?
[The host now possesses two checkpoints and complete control of two towns. A helicopter landing pad has been detected, increasing the types of helicopters available for exchange.]

[Military helicopters unlocked: UH-1 helicopter, SA341/342 Gazelle attack helicopter]

An empty UH-1 costs 1000 million points, while a Gazelle equipped with an M621 cannon costs 1500 million points...

It's expensive, but Milton just made a fortune and can afford it.

"What do you think, how about we just deploy the air force?" Milton tapped the table and said slowly, "And I'll go buy some helicopters, like Gazelles?"

“…I don’t think so.” Flora shook her head quickly. “Lopez must know we have helicopters. How could the convoy protecting the howitzers not have anti-aircraft guns? How could it not have a bunch of anti-aircraft missiles? The Lark and Gazelle are so fragile that they break at the slightest touch. If you’re unlucky, you might even be able to take down a 7.62 NATO missile, let alone proper anti-aircraft weapons.”

“No.” Milton flicked his index finger. “I’m not talking about using helicopters to attack howitzers that have already been loaded onto land.”

Flora was taken aback at first, then her expression changed drastically, and she stood up abruptly.

"You mean..."

“We’ll fly out to sea,” Milton slammed his fist on the table. “To seize his transport ship.”

"Fuck!!!"

(End of this chapter)