Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 143 The Shocking DEA
Of course, the warning was merely a formality; regardless of whether the other side laid down their weapons, the helicopter pilot launched the first wave of attacks.
In that round of machine gun fire, almost all the crew members gathered on the deck were killed within a second.

In response to the recent DEA agents, all crew members, including the captain, gathered on the same side of the transport ship.

A helicopter can clear out a line of enemies with a single sweep of its machine gun.

Even Milton, standing atop UH-1 at a distance, could see countless plumes of blood mist bursting onto the deck—a sight only seen when a human body is directly hit by a shell.

Using artillery shells to attack people, how cruel...

"Damn! They have helicopters! Quick, shoot them down, shoot down the helicopters!"

"Where are your guns? Take them out now!"

"Tell those men down there to wake up! Quick, everyone come up here and find the machine gun, quick!"

"The DEA has gone mad, completely mad! They actually dared to plan airstrikes on the territory of another country... We must hold on! If we can get back alive, those agents will be in big trouble!"

"But I just heard the tax bureau being called from the helicopter, not the anti-narcotics bureau..."

The scene was chaotic, with all sorts of noise mixed together, and no one heard the last sentence.

The captain looked up at the sky but saw nothing. He could only find cover and ordered the others, "Fire! Quickly, use the machine guns, rocket launchers, do you have any rocket launchers?!"

"Where is it? Where's the helicopter? Why can't I find it?"

The crew on deck were extremely anxious and couldn't even pinpoint the antelope's location for a moment.

It's not that they're blind, but helicopters aren't like sitting ducks in the movies.

At altitudes of 1500 meters and above, helicopters are invisible and don't need to be attacked, but that doesn't mean helicopters below that altitude are vulnerable.

Especially for highly maneuverable attack helicopters like the Gazelle, which can reach speeds of up to 300 km/h at full speed, even if they can't fly that fast during dogfights, it is still considered a super-high speed.

If you can't even keep up with the gun, how are you going to shoot it down?
The only way to spray water was with machine guns.

Boom boom boom...

In just a few seconds, the little antelope fired another round of shots, clearing out the bridge.

"Can't wait any longer!"

"If we don't shoot down the helicopter, we're all going to die."

One of the crew members suddenly rushed out, found a machine gun that hadn't been damaged yet, and frantically pulled it towards the stern, trying to locate the little antelope in that direction.

Then, a not-too-bright setting sun shone into his eyes.

The little antelope seemed to fly out of the sun, and the 20mm cannon fired again, scattering human and machine gun fragments together into the sea.

Several tracer shells that missed their mark seemed to ignite the air, shooting into the seawater from beside the transport ship and creating a splash.

"The tax bureau is enforcing the law, everyone stop resisting!"

"..."

At this point, the captain was terrified, but he managed to climb into the cabin and finally heard the shouts coming from the helicopter.

"The tax bureau? Aren't they from the DEA?"

"Sean, go and turn on all the lights on the ship to increase the chances of being spotted and also to confuse the helicopters."

"Yes!"

"Go contact the port and confirm the ownership of the helicopter. The IRS? What IRS could possibly have an armed helicopter? It can't be the IRS, can it? Is there some misunderstanding?"

"Captain, it seems they blew up our communication antennas from the start... They must be coming for us."

The captain racked his brains trying to figure out why a helicopter would appear and start strafing the deck without saying a word.

"We need to hide quickly! There aren't many of them. Let's hide inside the cabin and fight them using the terrain!"

"Don't worry, as long as we hold on until we reach the port..."

"But there's no one in the wheelhouse! Will they turn the boat around?"

"No way! Didn't you hear? They're not DEA agents. As long as they don't want any conflict with the DEA, they'll keep the ship in Guatemalan territorial waters."

"Let them come! No matter how well-equipped they are, what use are they in a place like the ship's cabin? I'm going to kill them all!!!"

"If we can stall for a little longer, the battle here will definitely be discovered, and then we'll be saved!"

"..."

However, what the captain didn't know was that another helicopter flew over on the cleared deck, and a mini machine gun was firing wildly at any place or cover on the deck where people might pop out.

Sparks flew across the deck.

Meanwhile, two ropes were dropped from the UH-1, and Milton and Flora's team jumped from the helicopter and successfully rappelled onto the deck.

Milton felt the ship rocking, thought about the close-quarters gunfight he would have to endure in this environment, shook his head violently, and shouted:
"Tax Bureau enforcement! This is another warning: everyone, immediately drop your weapons, put your hands behind your heads, and come to the deck, or you will face certain death!"

Unless absolutely necessary, one should not do something as foolish as rushing into the ship's cabin for a gunfight.

The best strategy for CQB is not to engage, and the same applies to VBSS.

But no one responded to Milton's goodwill.

This is just being ungrateful.

“Little Antelope, blow up the passage on my left. We must force the enemy to only have one passage to enter and exit the cabins and the top deck.”

"Zzz...Received."

咻咻 咻 ~
The 68mm rocket pod launched rockets, directly covering the left passage of Milton and blasting through the floor there.

Flora checked the bridge, and after confirming that no one was in the cockpit, she got off the bridge and went to the entrance of the transport ship's hatch. She asked in a low voice, "Tax collector, what do we do now? Should we rush in?"

"We can't delay too long, otherwise the helicopter will run out of fuel and we'll have to turn back."

"Fortunately, the ship doesn't have many containers, and the deck is flat. Otherwise... tsk, we'd be in trouble."

Of course, even when playing a game, the tiny map "Transport Ship" is enough to make one's scalp tingle.

With dozens of shipping containers placed there, even street fighting wouldn't be so brutal.

Milton thought for a moment and said, "Let's threaten them with lightning first, and then I'll figure out a way to lure them out."

Things are different now; Milton has brought a basket of defensive grenades this time, plenty to go around.

Soon, several RGO detonation grenades were thrown into the room from different angles, covering every corner.

The ship's rocking motion can easily cause ordinary grenades to roll around, while "snap pops" can solve this problem.

Sure enough, the people in the first compartment didn't have time to escape before they were hit by several grenades, and the sound of their bodies falling to the ground could be heard.

At the same time, the sound of fleeing footsteps could be heard from several rooms further away.

Milton's squad stormed in and easily took over the first room.

"Control the intersection!"

As Milton whispered the order, an equally soft voice came from the anvil.

“'Tax collector,' 'bottle,' come here for a moment. I think... there are several people gathered in this room.”

The "anvil" refers to a wall.

"why?"

"Iron Anvil" seemed to be recalling a painful past experience, saying, "I am very familiar with this layout. If my experience is not wrong, there should be a canteen inside... In the past, it was this kind of room that wore down five of our elites."

"The sounds just now, and the footprints on the ground, all indicate that a lot of people are running into this room. There was a lot of footsteps just a few seconds ago, but now it's eerily quiet, which means they haven't gone far."

"Given the terrain is perfect for ambushes, in my experience, there should be quite a few enemies gathered here."

“Very well, then let’s not launch a full-scale assault.” Milton immediately abandoned the idea of ​​a direct assault. “Poison, go out and give the helicopters a beacon. Have them use their cannons and machine guns to give this room a thorough horizontal volley. The cargo ship can’t withstand cannon fire and full-power rounds. Watch your aim, don’t let them hit us.”

"When we're halfway through the shooting, we'll rush in for the final cleanup."

"Anvil" immediately nodded and said, "Good...this is what it feels like to have plenty of firepower!"

With helicopters, artillery, and knowledge of the enemy's location, what's the point of further discussion? Of course, we call in air support!

One minute later, the sound of fierce cannon fire and dense explosions from mini-machine guns came from outside the ship's side. Two helicopters together strafed the entire canteen from left to right!

Sure enough, screams and the sound of fleeing footsteps came from inside the room, but after a moment, all the sounds stopped.

Halfway through the shooting, Flora took the lead and pushed open the door before Milton could.

It was riddled with bullet holes and covered in shredded human tissue.

Of course, there were also crew members who got up and tried to escape.

They were all sideways or with their backs turned—one of the crew members was even quite creative and imaginative, trying to avoid machine gun and cannon fire by jumping.

Boom boom boom!
Milton and his three men opened fire without hesitation, wiping out the remaining people in the canteen.

Six crew members armed with submachine guns, who were preparing to ambush Milton, were killed without any resistance.

Milton took out his walkie-talkie and said, "Little Antelope, threaten them one more time, and we'll say..."

Soon, a cold voice came from the loudspeaker again: "This is the last warning. Everyone, drop your weapons immediately, put your hands behind your heads, and head to the deck. Otherwise, we will sink the transport ship."

"This is the last warning. Everyone, drop your weapons immediately, put your hands behind your heads, and head to the deck. Otherwise, we will sink the transport ship."

"..."

Before Milton and his men could even retreat to the deck, all sorts of fearful voices rushed in.

"Surrender! We surrender!"

"We surrender! Stop fighting!"

"Stop hitting us! Stop hitting us... Damn, I've never heard of the Guatemalan tax authorities being this crazy! How much tax can they possibly collect from us? Is it really worth it?" "I knew transporting this kind of stuff wouldn't end well, it wouldn't end well!"

"It's completely over... Think about how much money it would cost to save my life."

"Damn it, you guys... Fine, I surrender too, I surrender!"

"..."

Before the captain could make a decision, the crew had already lost all fighting spirit, throwing down their guns and running towards the top deck.

They were so fast that Milton's squad almost got caught up with them!
A few minutes later, Milton had complete control of the entire transport ship.

While "Iron Anvil" was counting prisoners, the other soldiers were busy unloading weapons and ammunition hoisted from the UH-1 onto the ship.

Meanwhile, emergency folding antennas are being deployed to restore communication with the port as soon as possible.

We must make sure these things are usable when we attack the docks later.

call……

"..."

Milton had seized the transport ship before the sun had completely set, and the entire mission went incredibly smoothly.

It was also extremely bloody.

Even the sea breeze couldn't dispel the terrifying stench of blood on the ship.

"Smack!" Milton stomped on an eyeball that had landed on the deck and then scanned the group of scum in front of him.

Only then did the captain have the composure to look up and steal a glance at Milton.

Then he froze.

"You, you! You are Milton... no, you, you are the 'Hell Tax Collector'?!"

Depend on!
No wonder the commotion sounded like the US military was attacking; it turned out to be that madman, "Hell Tax Collector"!
Who doesn't know that "hell tax collectors" lose their minds when they see smugglers, just like American soldiers lose their minds when they see oil?
“You know me, that’s right.” Milton chuckled. “So now you know why I came to you?”

"I don't know! No, I know, I know!" Although the captain had previously looked down on Milton, he had actually heard of Milton's formidable reputation long ago. He quickly nodded and said, "I smuggled cannons without permission, I smuggled cannonballs without permission, I smuggled drugs without permission, I didn't pay taxes, I'm guilty, I repent, I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to the country, I'm sorry to my family, I want to go to hell..."

Drugs too?!
Milton was stunned for a moment... Good heavens, they actually caught a big fish?
"The others are adjusting the weapons, you, tell me where everything is."

A short while later, Milton received a message from the panel.

【缴获一门D-20榴弹炮以及100枚152mm高爆榴弹、缴获盐酸可卡因10公斤……价值共计200万美元，宿主获得1000万红色积分奖励】

Taking into account the enormous costs of this operation, it can only be considered a barely break-even point.

Because Milton won't sell the cannons, nor will he convert drugs into money, his income is only these 1000 million points.

To plan this operation, he spent nearly 800 million red points just on logistics and supplies, as well as various types of ammunition.

However, his primary objective in this operation was to strike at Lopez's armored forces, and earning points was merely a side effect.

After everything was seized, the weapons on the deck were almost ready to be deployed.

Three TOW anti-tank missile systems, three 107mm gun systems, one D-20 howitzer, and one FGM-148 (Javelin) anti-tank missile system.

And six other soldiers who came down from the helicopter.

Milton was confident that once he approached the target from the sea, he could destroy most of Lopez's concentrated armored units in an instant.

"UH-1 is preparing to evacuate for refueling and is expected to return in one hour."

"The antelope is preparing to evacuate and refuel, and is expected to return in about an hour."

"..."

"receive."

Milton raised his gun, pointed it at the captain, and said, "Is there a problem with restoring normal communications with Champelliport?"

"No problem, no problem! Please spare me! I've already handed over all my goods, and I've paid all my taxes. Please don't kill me!"

"Stop talking nonsense..."

“'Tax collector,' this is Little Antelope, there’s new information.”

Milton handed the captain over to the others, picked up the walkie-talkie, and asked, "What's going on?"

“We’ve spotted two speedboats approaching your transport ship. They’re armed with personnel on board… I took a look with my searchlight, and they appear to be DEA agents.”

“DEA agents? I roughly know what they’re here for.” Milton frowned, looking at the pile of cocaine about to sink to the bottom of the sea. “But this is already Guatemalan territorial waters, what are they doing here?”

Should we drive them away?

“Then we’ll have to see if they’re hostile.” Milton waved and gathered with Flora near the deck, where they spotted the two speedboats in the last rays of the setting sun.

The agents didn't have any weapons; instead, they were looking this way through binoculars.

After seeing Milton's equipment, they were so astonished they were speechless.

"Hey guys over there, what department are you from?! We're from the DEA! These bastards dare to threaten us with cannons!"

"Could you please stop the boat?"

DEA agents were a little puzzled as to why these people were hoisting so many weapons onto the transport ship, but they subconsciously assumed that Milton's group must also be from some U.S. department.

They probably came for that cannon.

However, Milton's somewhat indifferent reply left them speechless.

“I am Milton, the tax officer of Malacan, San Marcos Province, Guatemala. You Americans have entered our territorial waters. Explain your purpose immediately, or I will expel, arrest, or kill you depending on the severity of the situation.”

The DEA agents, who were all about to board the ship, were stunned when they heard this.

What the hell? !

A tax bureau in a town within a province of a country?

They used two helicopters for VBSS, and the soldiers were all "special forces" wearing top-of-the-line equipment.
The tactical equipment on their bodies is even better than that of DEA agents. Do you think this is the kind of force a small town's tax office should have?
Even the IRS isn't this terrifying!

The agents looked at each other for a while before finally processing the information.

Finally, the lead agent was the quickest to act. He asked, "Well... okay, alright! May I request temporary joint enforcement authority? According to our intelligence, this ship is smuggling a large quantity of drugs, and we need to seize them."

“No.” Milton had important business to attend to later, and he didn’t want to let the Americans board the ship. “You entered my…our territorial waters without my permission, carrying a bunch of weapons that are not registered with me. I’m already being very lenient by not charging you taxes. Leave now and don’t interfere with our law enforcement activities.”

The agents looked at each other in bewilderment once again.

Finally, the leader had no choice but to shrug and say, "Fine, we're leaving..."

To be honest, once the drugs fell into the hands of this guy named "Milton," they really had no idea what to do with them.

This looks like some local warlord in Guatemala, someone the few frontline agents can't possibly handle.

The mission can only be declared a failure.

However, before he could finish speaking, the agents saw Milton open a packet of cocaine and pour the drugs directly into the sea.

One packet after another, until all the white crystalline powder on the deck was gone.

"Hopefully, some unlucky shark got too high..." Milton muttered, glancing at the drugs disappearing into the sea.

On the speedboat, the DEA agent in charge watched this scene with great astonishment.

Based on his understanding of this kind of country, no matter what kind of officials they are, they can't possibly be clean. Seizing drugs is just a matter of changing the seller.

But Milton's act of dumping all the drugs into the sea made him suddenly realize that the head of the tax bureau in front of him seemed to support drug prohibition.
"Boss, it seems that madman dumped all that stuff into the sea?"

"I'm not blind."

"This... I thought he was some drug lord or warlord. This madman sent an armed helicopter to collect taxes. I almost thought it was the IRS."

"Anyway, this mission can be considered a success. Returning to base... Perfect, I'll go back and find out who this Milton really is."

"Maybe he can help us in the future? Hahaha..."

"Forget it, boss. I don't think he's a particularly friendly person."

"..."

……

On the deck of the transport ship, Milton, having disposed of the drugs, returned to the bridge, glanced at the trembling captain, and asked the soldier steering the ship, "Approximately how much longer until we reach the designated attack position?"

"It will take about another hour," the soldier replied. "You can now hide the weapons on the ship."

Milton nodded, left the bridge, and went up to the deck. Looking at the beautiful D-20, he couldn't help but make "tsk tsk" sounds.

He even reached out and stroked the cold cannon barrel.

"Look at this Soviet girl, how beautiful she is. I wonder how many enemies she could blow up with one shot."

Flora, watching from the sidelines: "..."

"It's hard to imagine you saying 'beautiful' to this thing and being oblivious to Olya. That's what a truly beautiful Soviet girl is like."

"Heh." Milton chuckled, offering no response, and looked toward the coastline. "We're about to give Lopez a huge surprise. Remember, only two rounds of attacks. Regardless of the outcome, immediately withdraw, land at the planned landing point, and retrieve the equipment."

"Received!" Flora stroked her Javelin missile. "I hope everything goes well. Oh, my Javelin."

"I think you're pretty much the same..."

Soon, the soldiers covered the weapons with canvas.

The transport ship proceeded as planned toward Champellico port... where the people had no idea what kind of attack was about to befall them.

(End of this chapter)