Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 149 Exploding Shit 2.0
a week...

Upon hearing this time, Milton felt that the scene was all too familiar. Two months ago, he was facing a similar opponent and was also overly optimistic about the timeline.

As it turned out, the attack didn't happen a week or a few days later, but "immediately."

“I think you’ve come at the right time. Their attack on you might not have been delayed this long,” Milton said. “I’ve been through something similar before.”

“Okay…” Omar nodded heavily. “I’ve brought all the documents with me. Let’s sign them now.”

"I'll sign it, the company boss is drinking." Milton muttered to Flora, who was standing not far away, and picked up a pen to carefully examine the contract.

The compensation was decent, but the most important thing was that Milton was granted temporary law enforcement authority, while also allowing "Warwind Company" to recruit a large number of people in the area.

Then Milton can have Brandon place another order with "Warwind Company" and send these "new recruits" here to enforce the law, completing a perfect closed loop.

A city with a population of over 20 could largely solve Milton's current severe manpower shortage problem, and truly build a force capable of fighting regular armies on the front lines.

After the contract was signed, Omar breathed a sigh of relief, poured Milton another glass of wine, and gratefully grasped his hand.

"On behalf of the Tapachula people, I express my sincere gratitude to you."

“It’s too early to talk about that now,” Milton waved his hand. “Tell me about the specific situation on your end.”

"For example, to what extent has the Sinaloa Group, or any other group, infiltrated this area?"

"Who are the junior leaders they sent?"

Omar's face darkened when he mentioned this: "Originally, the Van Cong gang defeated the Coco gang, meaning the Sinaloa Cartel won and this area came under their control. But your arrival drove them away, giving other drug cartels another opportunity, and they all rushed in again."

"At least I know that both the Gulf Group and the Juarez Group have sent people to compete for it..."

“Previously, Fan Kang’s gang controlled several communities, but after you scattered them, the Sinaloa Group was systematically besieged. Now they only have the Los Cocos community left. I don’t have any information yet about who the small leader in charge is.”

"The Juarez Group's people are scattered and there is no obvious gathering point. At least I haven't seen one yet, and I don't know much about the lower-level leaders either."

"The Gulf Group now controls a community, the El Carmen district, and the small boss is Osir Cardenas."

"..."

Milton's brow twitched when he heard the name "Osir Cardenas".

Goodness, this is a celebrity!
He is the future core leader of the Gulf Group, and it can be said that he deserves a great deal of credit for the Gulf Group's rise to its peak.

Later, his own Zetas gradually separated from the Gulf Group and became the de facto cartel with the deepest control over the Mexican-Guatemalan border.

He actually started gaining popularity in 1996!

“Osir Cardenas.” Milton nodded. “Good name. Doesn’t sound like an ordinary criminal.”

Omar paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "He's just a mid-level leader... It's true that he's quite ruthless, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to lead the Gulf Group to make a comeback so quickly and take over a community of 2 people."

"The fact that you can remember the name of only one of the three drug cartels speaks volumes."

After explaining for a moment, Milton asked, "Now tell me, what about their armed forces? Most of my men are tied down on the front lines with Guatemalan regulars, so I can only take a limited number with me, but their equipment and logistics will be good."

The method to establish a foothold in Mexico is simple: bring a core group of armed men there, then find people locally, use the core group of armed men to lead these locals, use blood and fire to select qualified soldiers, and then bring them back to the base to officially start the war against the regular army.

All of this must be done before Lopez recovers, catches his breath, and imports more powerful equipment.

Special forces operations may inflict heavy losses on regular armies, but to truly defeat them, to defeat an army of several thousand or tens of thousands, you still have to crush them head-on.

Omar immediately became serious: "Their armed forces are very strong. They have plenty of automatic rifles and submachine guns, and even grenades! The Juarez Group is the best equipped, with machine guns... After all, their leader is known as the 'King of the Sky,' so they probably had some airlifted from headquarters."

Milton was taken aback and asked, "That's it? That's all the weapons?"

Is this too weak?

“Well, that’s all for now, but it’s enough for the urban terrain,” Omar said with a hint of helplessness. “If you’re not careful around a corner, they can take you out. Don’t let your guard down either. I know you have armored vehicles, but I estimate it won’t be long before they get their hands on rocket launchers. Or rather, they already have them, they just aren’t using them yet.”

"Right now, they're all focused on infiltrating people first. Their weapons and equipment haven't caught up yet, but they can definitely inflict serious damage on your armored vehicles."

“They won’t make it in the first round at least.” Milton shook his head with a smile. “These drug dealers don’t even know what reactive armor is. They’ll only remember to use tandem armor-piercing after they’ve suffered the first blow.”

Omar was also a little confused: "What is reactive armor?"

Brandon, who was standing next to him, didn't laugh—because he didn't know it at first either.

In small towns, most people don't know that RPGs come in so many different types of warheads; at most, they know about anti-armor shaped charge rounds and anti-personnel high-explosive fragmentation rounds.

I've hardly ever heard of reactive armor or tandem shaped charge projectiles designed to counter reactive armor.

"Never mind that, it's just a targeted armor, specifically designed to protect against the metal jet of armor-piercing projectiles."

“Okay, alright…” Omar found the person in front of him very mysterious. “Is there anything else you want to know?”

"Did they bring anti-aircraft weapons?" Milton pressed. "Like anti-aircraft guns? Like anti-aircraft machine guns? Like anti-aircraft missiles?"

Omar's eyes lit up: "They didn't bring anything except machine guns! Are you planning to send helicopters to bomb them?"

While others didn't see the VBSS operation, Omar did.

If Milton were willing to send his helicopter, it would indeed be possible to completely suppress the drug traffickers before the anti-aircraft missiles arrive!

However, after a moment of joy, he shook his head in slight dejection.

"Hmm... no, I've thought about it and it still doesn't work. This is street fighting in the city. If you just sweep across like that, you might not kill many drug dealers, but civilians will die in droves."

“Anyone who can mingle with drug dealers is hardly a civilian,” Milton said coldly. “Do you even believe that yourself?”

"They're really not welcome. What kind of community can integrate people from the Gulf Group so quickly?"

In Mexico, drug traffickers often coexist with ordinary people.

That's why they can never completely eradicate drug traffickers there.

Those fighting drugs are engulfed in the vast ocean of people's war; how can they be eradicated? It was doomed to failure from the very beginning.

Omar paused for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile: "...You're right, but be careful. You should have heard of 'Black Hawk Down'."

In 1993, two U.S. military Black Hawk helicopters were shot down by RPGs in Somalia, shocking the world.

Tapachula's terrain is no simpler than that of the other side.

Mexican drug lords are no less well-equipped than those over there.

One wrong move and a "little antelope fall" or a "Huey fall" could very well happen.

“I’m reluctant to say this… but personally, I think that operation was really quite abstract, even for the US Delta Force and Rangers, I still have to say it.” Milton shook his head. “In any case, my men wouldn’t make that kind of mistake…”

"Besides, who said I was going to send helicopters to launch an airstrike?"

Omar was taken aback: "You, instead of a helicopter, are you going to use a gyroplane? Is the range of that kind of aircraft sufficient?"

Milton chuckled: "I not only have attack helicopters, but also ground attack aircraft, the kind with heat decoys. The SAM-7 can't really hit me. Let's talk about it when they can get their hands on Stinger missiles."

“My plane can even carry aerial bombs. I want to see if drug dealers can withstand aerial bombs after they get high.”

Without multi-band guidance, the SAM-7, and even the SAM-14, are powerless against heat decoys.

Omar was utterly shocked—a ground attack aircraft?

How could someone who only owns two small towns manage to get his hands on something like this?!
This so-called "hellish tax collector" was already a veritable local warlord.

"Wouldn't doing this have too wide an impact?" Omar felt things were starting to go wrong when he heard Milton even consider using aerial bombs. "That thing could blow up half a street..."

Milton said, “The only way to deal with drug dealers and their cronies is to wipe them out completely. You might think that people who aren’t in the core of the drug cartel are just trying to make a living, just trying to survive… but you have to think about it, if they survive, more people will die.”

"Moreover, you know how damaging this kind of business is to the economy without me having to tell you. Once you get involved, it's very difficult to go back."

Unless one day some dragon suddenly has the idea to impose a 145% tariff on all goods, the profits from smuggling eggs and toys might be higher than selling powder.

That can indeed deal a huge blow to drug dealers—including psychologically.

“If you don’t intend to wage a complete and total war against the drug traffickers, I think you shouldn’t cooperate with me,” Milton said very seriously. “If you are afraid of bloodshed, you will surely lose in war.”

"This is war, and there is never such a thing as 'gentle' war."

"Drug dealers can use children as weapons and threaten the families of police officers and officials, but you hesitate before even firing a shot. How are you going to shoot?"

"No wonder you were at such a disadvantage in your confrontation with that Mayor Carmen. Do you think you could win?" "Only by blowing the drug dealers and everything dependent on them to smithereens can we completely eradicate them."

"Anyone who dares to harbor drug dealers or cooperate with them will be bombed. Only by driving them out can they survive."

“I want to tell everyone—including those who say ‘we are all trying our best to live,’ that attaching yourself to drug dealers is a dead end.”

Omar had actually been persuaded, but he still looked somewhat reluctant and said, "You're right, then let's proceed according to your plan. But in any case, please ask your pilots to do their utmost to avoid harming innocent people..."

Ugh, Mexicans, what a hassle.

Actually, Omar wasn't entirely wrong—Milton was a warlord, and he could bomb indiscriminately, drop aerial bombs, and drive tanks into the streets, but other people, especially politicians and civilians, couldn't do that.

After getting rid of the old mayor, if you want to support a new mayor who is closely tied to Milton, wouldn't you still have to rely on the vote to elect him?

Milton doesn't care about votes, but he does have to consider Omar and the other lawmakers who are committed to fighting drugs.

We can't really act like drug dealers, using tanks and planes to monitor the "fairness" of the vote on election day, can we?

“Alright.” Milton sighed. “I can give them a chance, but I need your cooperation.”

Omar nodded somewhat apologetically: "Sorry, that's the downside of electoral politics, sigh... How can I cooperate? Which drug cartel are you planning to target first, or simultaneously?"

Milton originally intended to target the strong first, namely the Sinaloa Group—if he did that, the other two would surely laugh and watch Guzman suffer.

But now that Ossier of the Gulf Group has come, the target needs to be adjusted slightly; the Gulf Group should be targeted first.

Milton will absolutely not give this future super drug lord the slightest chance to grow; he must nip him in the bud right now!

"Gulf Group, O'Sir. That's my first target."

"As for the plan, it's very simple. Didn't you say that these people have taken root in the El Carmen community? Then I'll launch a comprehensive crackdown on this community, and send people to guard outside. Arrest anyone who comes out. If their identity is legitimate, compensate them with the drug dealers' money and let them go. Kill anyone whose identity is questionable."

"As for those who don't run away... hehe, these are no ordinary drug dealers anymore, we have to deploy MK117 (340 kg) aerial bombs."

Omar was stunned for a moment, then shook his head violently: "Wait, you're planning to attack the entire community directly? This, this isn't a good idea! You, do you have weapons of mass destruction?"

Do you have tactical nuclear weapons to directly attack a community?
“No, I need you to give me the blueprints for this community’s sewer system.” Milton sneered. “I’m going to set their toilets on fire.”

"Also, I will purchase a lot of manure trucks, and I will install bombs and incendiary bombs on these trucks, drive them into their communities and detonate them."

"Those who can't hold on might be drug dealers with weak wills, but those who can definitely hold on are drug dealers."

Milton has been holding a grudge ever since he was disgusted by Matteo's excrement-exploding behavior.

I want others to suffer the same hardships I've endured.

And on a much larger scale!

Flora, who was on holiday and pretending not to hear anything, finally couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of wine: "Damn it, I asked for leave too early... I should have asked for leave on the day you launched this attack!"

Flora was also present during the previous "poop explosion 1.0" incident.

I didn't say anything afterward, but I was disgusted to the core at the time.

Matteo, the one who started this whole thing, asked with some concern, "Boss, is it happening again? Aren't we becoming a bit reliant on this approach?"

“You have no right to say that, shut up,” Milton said rudely, then looked at the dumbfounded Mexican police officers and asked, “How about that? This should at least weed out some innocent people, right?”

"Ah this..."

If Omar had just shown respect for Milton, now he was filled with fear.

Generally speaking, it would be difficult for a normal person to think of or carry out such a vicious plan.

Yes, that's incredibly vicious! What's wrong with Milton? How can he be even more ruthless than drug dealers?
But at first glance, this plan actually seems quite useful.

Ordinary people who have no connection with drug dealers, after being treated so disgustingly, why do they insist on continuing to live in this slum? They can just go far away and come back after the beating is over.

Most importantly, this is mainly because it has a strong psychological impact. Even if civilians are unable to leave due to objective reasons, they will only be disgusted by it.

What's left are the drug dealers who truly have no other choice but to leave.

The only question is... will doing this affect the votes?

“Okay, okay.” Omar stood up and nodded. “Then we’ll do as you say. I’ll give you the information you need…”

"Excellent, it's a pleasure doing business with you. By the way, I haven't asked yet, what's your police station's equipment like? Does it give you an advantage against drug dealers?"

“There’s not much of an advantage. We have some body armor, but it’s not very effective against drug dealers’ rifles,” Omar said with a wry smile. “Moreover, drug dealers are very good at intimidation. They even record videos of police officers and their relatives being executed, which makes many officers intimidated even if they have the equipment.”

Milton asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why don't you record videos of drug dealers being executed? It would serve as a deterrent, I do that all the time."

"...Huh?!"

"Alright, I'll bring some equipment with me and try to arm you all as much as possible." Milton waved his hand. "You can't die, or our cooperation will all fall apart."

"Don't worry, I haven't lived enough yet."

Omar smirked, turned to the deputy director beside him whose expression shifted from indignation to shock to silence and then to terror, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Let's go back, they still need us over there."

Just as Omar was about to get into the car and leave, Milton immediately raised his hand to stop him, saying, "I think you shouldn't go back today. Come with us tomorrow."

"Your crossing the border to find me can't be kept secret from anyone. And the Sinaloa Group has a mortal feud with me. Do you think they'd let you go back alive if they knew you came to discuss cooperation with me? I don't need to tell you how capable they are, do I?"

"My team will develop a feasible battle plan tonight. Tomorrow you will come back to Mexico with my armored vehicle—remember, don't give the enemy even the slightest chance."

Omar thought about it and agreed, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then we'll stay here for a day... Um, if I may ask, could you tell me what kind of planes you plan to use for the airstrikes? You know, the insurgents and the government forces are at war, and if the air force's actions are too conspicuous, it could easily cause diplomatic problems. I need to smooth things over beforehand."

At this point, the panel showed that Omar's Mexican police force had been incorporated into the "Allied Forces," and like the rebels in the north, it was temporarily no longer under Milton's control, but had formed an alliance.

While checking the status of his allies, Milton also casually spent some regular points to buy some manure carts.

“It’s not a big plane.” Milton waved his hand. “Perfect, let me show you around my airport.”

"it is good……"

Soon, the group got into the car and followed Milton's convoy through the checkpoint to Malacan Airport.

The 800-meter airport may not be large, but it is still impressive.

Two armored vehicles and two self-propelled anti-aircraft guns were hidden around the area for patrols. The soldiers and outposts guarding the airport were all positioned in extremely treacherous locations. Anyone who tried to attack the airport from any angle would be met with terrifying crossfire.

Just then, Omar saw a rather old transport plane carrying a large amount of supplies take off from the airport...

"This is what you are doing?"

“Send some supplies to the rebels in the north, and while you’re at it, bring over some experienced soldiers that I need,” Milton explained. “I’m short-handed here, I need all kinds of people.”

"We lack not only soldiers, but also officers—even if we recruit people from your side, they can't be put into the battlefield immediately."

“The resistance has some disabled wounded soldiers, which is perfect for us to recruit as instructors.”

"It's that simple: exchange resources for talent."

Omar exclaimed, "Amazing, amazing... If our police station had helicopters, we probably wouldn't be in such a passive position."

Surrounded by the respectful gazes of the soldiers, Milton drove into a parking space at the airport and walked into a hangar in the distance.

The outline of the fuselage is immediately clear, with a rounded nose like a frog and a wingspan of only ten meters... This is a two-seater aircraft that doesn't look very big, and is even a bit mini.

But the GAU-2B Gatling gun firing 7.62mm NATO full-power rounds and the aerial bombs being prepared to be mounted under the wings suggest that this aircraft is not as simple as it looks.

A-37 Dragonfly attack aircraft!
Aside from some well-protected heavy tanks, it can be described as a nightmare for many armored units.

At the same time, it is also a nightmare for ground personnel; a single ground-licking shot can take away countless people.

"Dragonfly! What a great thing!" Omar exclaimed excitedly. "As expected of a warlord, they even have weapons like this... Those drug dealers are going to suffer!"

“It can only play a supporting role.” Milton poured cold water on the idea. “The most important thing is your people. Only if you are truly determined to fight drugs can you really succeed.”

“We are ready, and I hope... you are ready too.”

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