Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 142 Tax Bureau! Open the door!!!
“'Tax collector'.” Once the mission officially began, Flora also became serious. She looked at Milton and instructed him, “Remember, if things don’t look right, prepare to evacuate immediately, prioritizing your own safety.”

At this moment, the UH-1, equipped with auxiliary fuel tanks, had already taken off and hovered on the tarmac, while the ground crew below were rapidly hoisting various weapons and munitions.

Brandon was in charge of operating the machine gun, and Ishimaya was in charge of sniping. Including the two helicopter crews, Flora's squad, and three elite soldiers, VBSS had truly fielded its best troops this time.

“Got it, ‘bottle’.” Milton sat down in his seat. “How many times have you reminded me? I’ve never seen you this worried before.”

“Because VBSS is different from other missions, it can be considered a more complex form of CQB.” Flora looked away and gazed out the window as she explained, “Although your training performance has been very good these past few days, all the training has only remained at the theoretical level, within our pre-set ideal environment.”

"To put it bluntly, it's too basic, too simple... Don't even mention you, do you know why Zhanfeng Company, which is our current company, went bankrupt, why it almost went out of business, and why I was able to take it over so easily? Of course, it already had many problems, but the direct trigger was a VBSS mission, which resulted in extremely heavy losses."

"Those are all retired special forces soldiers."

Milton felt the helicopter take off and nodded, saying, "Tell me about it, just to relax and enjoy a story."

As for auspicious or inauspicious matters.

Sorry, Milton was a staunch materialist.

Flora continued, "When a fight actually breaks out, there are far too many unexpected situations."

"Putting everything else aside, what if the waves are too big and the ship rocks more than expected? There's no other way but to adapt to the situation."

“We have a small number of people. If we lose one person, it could have a chain reaction that could put the entire team in trouble.”

"There were only four of us who were able to rappel down this time, so we didn't have many chances to try and fail."

“The environment is too complex. A fire extinguisher suddenly spraying out from around a corner could have a huge impact on us. But thankfully, this ‘Operation Sea Breeze’ is quite different from our previous one, otherwise I wouldn’t even have agreed to your plan.”

Milton glanced at her: "So, what happened to your former employer?"

"Anvil" casually interjected, "Our mission back then was far more complex than this one. In hindsight, it was basically a mission with no chance of success, or at least no chance of being completed perfectly."

Flora shrugged: "I wasn't involved in that operation, but 'Anvil' was, and he can tell you about it."

"Poison" said, "If I went, I probably wouldn't survive either."

Looking at the complex terrain passing beneath him, "Iron Anvil" fell into recollection. After a few seconds, he continued, "First, that could be considered a rescue mission. Unlike our operation this time, where the ship was full of enemies, the situation of civilians and enemies mixed together on the ship was simply terrifying."

"Secondly, these enemies knew there would be a rescue operation, unlike this completely surprise attack."

"Third, the ship was far from the coastline at the time, and the helicopter could not stay for long, so the time for aerial fire suppression was very limited."

Fourth, the enemy is not afraid of death.

Having said these four points, Milton could actually imagine just how disastrous that operation was.

Real-world action isn't like a movie; there's no protagonist's halo. Enemy bullets can't just keep hitting you without hitting you, and enemies with numerical superiority can't just come up one after another to die.

Even when fighting the protagonist, it's impossible for someone to be completely knocked out by a single touch.

It's even less likely that he'd think of his family, or be encouraged by teammates who had already been defeated, and suddenly unleash his full potential to turn the tide and become a classic "family man."

"So, as soon as you boarded the ship, the enemy became alert, took control of all the civilians, and used their familiarity with the ship's layout to engage you in street fighting, slowly wearing you down?"

“That’s right,” “Anvil” said calmly. “Out of 30 people, only 7 survived… By the end, both sides were completely bloodthirsty and had lost their minds. It was so brutal that we even lost a helicopter.”

"There were 15 targets that needed to be rescued, and 11 of them died. The only good news is that the most important target was rescued."

"It was our former boss who carried the rescue target out of the fire."

Milton glanced at Flora again and said, "The person you rescued wouldn't happen to be the one who got you the M4A1 and the javelin, would it?"

Flora nodded affirmatively: "Yes, what he was doing back then wasn't clean either, it was a secret matter. The only company nearby that could be mobilized in an emergency was 'War Wind Company,' and the company was already having cash flow problems at the time. This mission paid a lot of money, so... he gritted his teeth and went for it."

"As you can see, the elite troops were almost entirely wiped out. The compensation and the cost of the helicopter crash alone amounted to an astronomical sum. No matter how generous the commission was, it couldn't cover such a massive loss."

At this point, UH-1 could vaguely see the distant coastline.

Milton continued, "Didn't that person ask for additional commission? The loss is incalculable at this level."

It's equivalent to directly destroying a PMC.

“He added more,” Flora said. “In the end, he covered everyone’s compensation, paid for the company helicopter, and secretly opened up a whole bunch of advanced weapons that we could never have gotten our hands on, including weapons that hadn’t even been deployed yet—like the M4A1 and the Javelin, which the former boss didn’t need, so he sent them to the company.”

Milton nodded: "But even so, 'Warwind Company' eventually went bankrupt."

“We were just a small PMC company to begin with. After this battle, we lost almost all of our combat personnel. I mean all of them,” Flora emphasized. “The soldiers who could execute VBSS were all absolute elites, and they were almost all wiped out after the battle. Those who survived received a generous bonus and basically all resigned and went home to live a normal life.”

"The entire crew of the helicopter was lost."

"This is the wealth that a small PMC company could accumulate over many years, but it sank to the bottom of the sea in just one night."

"It has had an absolutely terrible negative impact on the company—with such a precedent, who would dare to come?"

"Even if that big shot has influence in the Pentagon and Brussels, he can't just transfer money into the company account without any reason, right? His only way of repaying him is to open the door wide and give him some military orders... The problem is, what kind of orders can Warwind Company, which is in such a crippled state, still get? Even if he gives you an order, you still have to be able to accept it, right?"

"After struggling for a few years, my former boss became disheartened, and since he wasn't good at running a business, I took over."

Milton listened with some emotion, but still said something: "Honestly, with this relationship, even if we started from scratch, I could rebuild the company within five years. It's you and your former boss who are bad at management."

"Tch!" Flora said, somewhat unconvinced. "The main thing is that since this relationship involves me, it's not actually that strong... That big shot is grateful and guilty towards his former boss, and at most, he's just extending his affection to 'Warwind Company,' which has already been taken over. Don't think that I can just make a phone call and have an F-117 or an intercontinental ballistic missile come to help you wipe out all your enemies the next day."

“This channel alone is priceless,” Milton said. “It might play a big role in the future.”

"That's why I said before that if this operation succeeds, it will be a classic case study for our company... a way to wash away the shame."

“We will definitely succeed,” Milton said. “Our operation does not have those four despairing factors that I just mentioned.”

After a long silence, seemingly recalling some unpleasant memories, "Anvil" spoke again: "Yes, this VBSS mission is not a rescue mission. In fact, the VBSS mission itself can be canceled because our bottom line is to destroy the howitzer."

"Then, we launched a surprise attack. The enemy was completely unprepared, and the transport ship was close to the coastline, allowing the helicopter to stay longer."

"Finally... I don't think these smugglers have the spirit to fight to the end."

At this time, the two helicopters had already flown out of the mainland and arrived at sea.

All the lights were turned off, and the little antelope led the way, flying over the sea according to the pre-arranged plan to approach the transport ship from the rear and use the setting sun to cover its tracks.

"It's about to start, I hope I don't develop PTSD?" Flora turned to look at "Anvil," "How are you feeling?"

“If I really had PTSD, I would have taken the money and left back then. Why stay in this company? The morale is all gone.” “Anvil” looked at the sea and shook his head. “Besides, so many years have passed, and it’s not like I haven’t carried out other equally dangerous missions—especially after ‘Bottle’ took the lead, the number of these missions has increased dramatically.”

"Hey!" Flora nudged Milton. "Isn't life getting better now? The good days I promised, the big money I promised, have all come, haven't they? What's wrong with me? Did I lie?"

Even "Poison" couldn't stand it anymore. He squinted and said, "What does this have to do with you? Isn't it all thanks to the 'tax collectors'? You just got lucky. You talk as if you predicted today's situation..."

After some casual conversation, the atmosphere on the helicopter gradually relaxed.

"..."

"That transport ship up ahead should be our target?"

"Just like in the photo, there are still so many things covered with tarpaulins piled up on the deck."

"Prepare for the attack."

"..."

……

Not far away, a transport ship; a little earlier in time.

As a transport ship that wasn't particularly large in tonnage, and was engaged in shady smuggling activities, it naturally used a subpar engine that was extremely noisy.

"Everyone, open your eyes wide!" The captain shouted to his men from the bridge's bridge cockpit. "Once this job is done, we'll all be rich! Mr. Lopez's bonus is enough for you to have a different girl every night this month, hahaha!"

"Hey you guys down there, wake up! Keep an eye on the machine guns! There are pirates around here, so watch out!"

It's true that the ship was carrying Lopez's goods, but the pirates didn't know that and didn't care.

Some crazy pirates even dare to rob American ships, so who does Lopez think he is?
To avoid the absurd situation of pirates boarding the ship and stealing the howitzers, the entire transport ship was equipped with a total of 6 machine gun positions.

The gunmen are all top performers recruited from the gang; if a speedboat dares to get close, it's guaranteed to be blown to pieces in an instant.

Most of the crew members were also equipped with submachine guns, so even if pirates boarded the ship, they wouldn't get away with it.

"Don't worry, boss, we're almost out of international waters. What pirates could we possibly be here?" A gang member holding a machine gun laughed heartily. "We're standing right here, what fool would dare to come near us?"

"I just took a look at that thing down there, my god... is it launching a nuclear missile? The muzzle caliber is about the size of a small basin! Damn, I'd like to fire one for fun."

"Give me a break, do you even know how much this costs?"

"How much?" "I don't know, maybe, maybe a few hundred or a few thousand dollars?"

"My God! It's so expensive!"

The captain was a little angry at his men's nonchalant attitude: "Stop talking nonsense. This cannon is for suppressing the rebels. If you fire another shot and lose a shell, you can expect to be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks by that son of a bitch Lopez."

"Hahaha...those rebels?" a gang member said disdainfully. "I used to hang out on the Mexican border, they're just a bunch of country bumpkins who can't even afford to eat. And that Milton, if I were still there, I'd make sure he's swinging on a traffic light! Do they even need these cannons?"

Another Mexican said dismissively, "It's only in a godforsaken place like this that Milton could last ten days at most, no, five days, before he'd be beheaded by Ismail, Guzman, or Areliano."

This Mexican man was forced to flee to the sea because he offended drug traffickers.

But this did not diminish his deep pride when he spoke of the powerful drug traffickers in his country.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than the machine gunner, who was in charge of operating the machine gun, suddenly shouted: "Captain, two speedboats are approaching!"

The captain's expression changed, then he sneered, "What are we waiting for? Just shoot them and take them out. No need to report to me."

"But!" The machine gunner hesitated to pull the trigger. "Captain, those men look like Americans."

"Americans?!" The captain couldn't stay calm anymore. "What are the Americans doing here? What do they want with us?"

"It seems like it's the DEA." The machine gunner, holding binoculars, looked somewhat bewildered. "What do the DEA want with us?"

At this point, everyone was quite puzzled.

Yes, they were transporting artillery and weapons. What does that have to do with the DEA?
On the contrary, the captain's eyes immediately showed fear after hearing these words.

What others might not know, he did. This transport ship not only carried this cannon, but also secretly hid a lot of drugs.

It's Guzman's stuff!

He can't afford to offend Lopez, and he can't afford to offend Guzman.

But at this moment, the speedboat was gradually approaching, and the DEA agents on board were angrily shouting at the boat to stop, saying that they were coming aboard to check.

"Captain, what should we do? Why are they targeting us? Did someone smuggle drugs on board? Should we let them aboard?"

The captain, who had originally planned to keep all the profits for himself, immediately panicked upon hearing this.

Are you kidding me? If the DEA really came up here, do you think all these cannons on the ship could be saved? Do you think these guys only deal with drugs and can't see anything else?

Forget it, even if we don't make any money, we absolutely cannot let this batch of goods be inspected.

Otherwise, we'd really be dead!
The captain gritted his teeth and frankly admitted, "Besides Lopez's cannons, we are also carrying some Guzman's cargo on this ship."

The other crew members immediately erupted in anger upon hearing this.

"Damn it! You're really dishonest. You didn't even tell us about this? You made us take an extra risk for nothing, and you're trying to pocket all the money yourself?"

"Damn it, aren't you afraid of the DEA?! After that idiot Felix Gayado killed Kiki Camarella, the DEA has a guardian angel! This idiot calls himself the godfather, I think he's less qualified than Milton."

“That’s not very ethical of you… I’d rather you and your drugs be thrown out there to cover it up. I don’t want to offend the Americans.”

"I agree!"

"Shut up!" the captain roared, flustered but still furious. "Is this the time for infighting? Do you think throwing me overboard will do any good? Do you think the Americans will just ignore this cannon?"

"Which of you has clean hands? Can you honestly say you've never touched drugs? Do you think they'll let you go once they're on the boat? Do you even believe that yourselves?"

The others looked grim, but after considering their own cases, they ultimately agreed with the captain.

"But what are we going to do? That's an American, that's the DEA. Do you dare to shoot him? I don't need to tell you what happened to the last person who took down a DEA agent, do I?"

"It's not that scary! Quite a few DEA agents have died directly in gunfights. Kiki's death was just too extreme, a slap in the face to the Americans!"

The captain retorted fiercely, "So what if they're Americans? So what if they're DEA? They only have speedboats and rifles! We have machine guns and cannons! We're already very close to Guatemalan territorial waters. Once we leave international waters, what can they do to us? This is Lopez's boat; the DEA definitely hasn't obtained joint law enforcement authorization!"

The others were still a bit hesitant: "Do the Americans care whether you have territorial waters or not?"

“The DEA isn’t the US military. They already gave them a hard time when they intruded into Ecuadorian territorial waters to inspect ships in 1992.” The captain had calmed down by now. “They can’t just enter other countries’ territorial waters at will. We just need to buy them some time.”

"Okay, how do we stall for time?"

The captain turned to the D-20 howitzer covered by a tarpaulin and pointed at it: "Lift the tarpaulin and let the Americans see our cannon. Point the muzzle at them!"

"If they're not afraid, use machine guns to sweep around the speedboat."

"If they're still not afraid, then attack their speedboats, throw them some life jackets, and let them fend for themselves."

The tense sailors hurried to get to work, but still warned the captain, "We must get a share of the profits from those drugs! Otherwise, we won't do this job!"

"Yes! Everyone gets some, and the profits from these items will be split equally among everyone, is that alright? Let's get moving, the Americans' speedboats are about to get close to us!"

Several sailors hurriedly lifted the canvas covering the howitzer.

The cold, metallic cannon barrels and huge, dark muzzles were suddenly revealed, aimed at the speedboats that looked no different from leaves on the sea.

The DEA agents who had been holding guns and shouting orders to stop the ship were instantly stunned.

Good guy!
Although the agents couldn't make out the specific model of the howitzer, they knew it was a large-caliber artillery piece.

That shot would shatter them instantly!

The intelligence didn't say they intercepted a small "battleship"!

The speedboat turned sharply, not immediately turning to flee, but also not daring to get too close, and could only hang on at a distance.

The sailors on the ship burst into laughter as they watched the Americans flee in disarray, and some even mocked the speedboats.

"Hahaha! The Americans ran away, the Americans were scared! They really are bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong!"

"I thought they were really going to shoot."

"You stupid American bastards, go back to your California! You're not welcome here!"

"This is Guatemala, nobody can control us, not even the Americans!"

"We're not even afraid of the Americans, and the DEA can't inspect our ship. Who would dare to inspect it? Haha, once we're ashore, I'm going to tell this story at the bar."

"Stop talking nonsense. They might be calling for reinforcements. Hurry up and move into Guatemalan territorial waters."

"Soon, at most three minutes."

In the distance, DEA agents seemed to realize that there wasn't enough time for reinforcements to arrive, and they also lacked the force to board the ship, so they slowed down.

The agents on the speedboat grumbled and cursed, but they were indeed hesitant to approach the transport ship, which was equipped with large-caliber cannons and machine guns.

The other side might not dare to actually fire, but no one is willing to gamble with their own life.

The speedboats continued to linger around for a while, until the transport ship actually entered Guatemalan territorial waters. The sailors gathered on the deck saw that the two speedboats finally stopped approaching and let them leave.

The captain suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"We won!"

"Once we get ashore, I need to pick up a few girls... and tell them properly how we drove the Americans away."

“Ee, ooh haka…”

The captain turned around, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "What the hell are you mumbling about?"

Then, the captain suddenly realized, strangely, that he himself could hardly hear his own voice.

Why is the engine so loud?

wrong!

The next second, a helicopter carrying a large number of weapons suddenly rose from behind the transport ship.

Whoosh! Boom boom boom boom boom!

The Gazelle helicopter's 68mm rocket pod blew off its antenna. Immediately afterwards, the helicopter made a high-angle maneuver and swooped down, its 20mm cannon aimed at the deck and suddenly spewed out flames!

A cold voice blared from the helicopter's loudspeaker: "Tax Bureau enforcement! Everyone, stay put!!!"

"You said I could play in the Shanghai Masters, so I watched CS:GO on your stream for a whole month."

[Fearless Contract] [Valorant] [Born to Livestream] [Wealth from All Directions]

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