Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 15 Striving to ensure that every taxpayer only needs to make one trip

The moment the grenade was thrown into the room, Milton heard three hurried footsteps and quickly fled towards the study!

A grenade explodes in just 3-5 seconds. Picking up a grenade and throwing it back is something you only see in movies; in reality, very few people would do that unless absolutely necessary.

This amount of time is enough for a person to sprint to another cover, but not enough for someone to complete the series of actions of finding a small grenade, picking it up, and throwing it back in a complex environment.

If the grenade explodes in your hand, that's the best-case scenario; it only kills you. But if you accidentally let the grenade explode in mid-air indoors, the power is unimaginable. It might even allow you to achieve the rare feat of wiping out your entire team.

Upon hearing footsteps, Milton immediately guessed the assassins' intentions—

They planned to hide in the study temporarily, and come out immediately after the grenade exploded to regain their advantageous firing positions in the room.

The explosion of a grenade can indiscriminately kill friend or foe, driving away enemies and halting the offensive.

But what the assassins seemed to be the most correct and safest reaction was exactly what Milton wanted to see!

Milton threw the grenade to create a sense of "safety" for them, making the killers believe that in the few seconds before the grenade detonated, they only needed to avoid the explosion and did not need to worry about being broken into the room.

Milton was waiting for this moment when they turned and ran away!
This is also why Milton didn't pull the pin—because he was going to rush into the room the moment the grenade was thrown in!
The assassins then turned and retreated to the next cover!
In other words, in that brief moment, Milton fired three shots from behind, not three crossfires!
Make a sound in the east and attack in the west!

You thought I was going to plant mines, but actually I'm here to shoot.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Milton saw three figures fleeing in panic with their backs to him!
Aim and shoot!
Boom boom boom…

With time running out and the assassins sprinting at high speed, Milton's barrage of fire only managed to take down one of them and wound the other's thigh.

In the final moments, the wounded killer managed to crawl into the new cover, but a long trail of blood could be clearly seen trailing behind him.

The bleeding is quite heavy!
Seeing this, Milton did not press his advantage and risk entering the study to annihilate the enemy. Instead, he slowly moved forward and came to the blind spot on the strong side of the study door, where he raised his gun and held it against the door.

The enemy has a seriously wounded soldier, and it's the assassins who can't afford to wait any longer... If they don't take the initiative, they'll be reduced to just one person!
Once the numerical advantage is gone, Milton can easily crush an unarmored, lightly armed soldier in a one-on-one situation.

Milton simply held his ground. If the enemy didn't attack, they would suffer casualties. If they attacked, they would be forced into a disadvantageous CQB. In their panic, both assassins fled to weaker positions, but the assassins didn't know which side Milton was setting up his gun on.

Complete information dominance from beginning to end can bring unparalleled advantages.

The assassins inside also realized this. After seeing so many of their men being killed and being unable to pose any threat to the enemy, their morale inevitably collapsed.

They wanted to surrender.

"What grudge do we have? Can't we sit down and talk things over?"

"I have a lot of money. If you let me go, I'll tell you where I put it."

“Friend, take me to the hospital, and I’ll give you a thousand… no, two thousand US dollars, how about two thousand US dollars? Let me tell you, there’s a really nice girl in this pharmacy, the daughter of a female prosecutor we killed. You can have her rape her while she’s wearing a police uniform, it’ll be really enjoyable!”

"We've already torn her cheapskate father to pieces, so you don't need to worry about any trouble afterwards! Let us go, and the money and this Starfury are all yours, how about it, brother?"

"Dude, I think we've misunderstood something? I swear I haven't messed with you. You're strong, maybe we can be friends, no, you can be my boss!"

"..."

After Milton and the others finished their performance, he said calmly, "Weren't you here to kill me? How come you don't recognize me?"

After those words, there was a long silence.

“You are, the prosecutor that the boss sent us to... to visit, Mr. Milton Mint?” Milton remained by the door, not minding chatting with the other party—they were wasting their time: “Yes, I heard you couldn’t find me, so I came to find you. My principle is to make sure every taxpayer only has to make one trip.”

The assassin fell silent again.

They didn't care about being mocked as "taxpayers"; they were already cursing the checkpoint chief in their hearts.

You son of a bitch Varta, didn't you promise us that Milton was a poor bastard who bought his way into office and all he had was a pistol and a crappy automatic rifle?!

Why are there heavy bulletproof vests? Why are there hand grenades?

This bulletproof vest could buy 5, no, 10 lives in Malakhan!

Moreover, why is he so strong? Knowing that six people were coming to kill him, he not only didn't run away, but actually dared to take the initiative to attack!

“Prosecutor, I think there may be some misunderstanding between us, but there is nothing that is irreconcilable.”

Milton almost laughed out loud: "Even if there were no conflicts before, are there none after today? Do you even believe that yourself?"

The two rhetorical questions plunged the room into silence once again.

No… it wasn’t silence; Milton could clearly hear weak, heavy breathing coming from the other side.

The wounded soldier was on the verge of collapse, and excessive blood loss and the breakdown of negotiations had already caused him to show signs of losing control of his emotions.

"Ughhhh! I'll fight you to the death!!!"

Finally, in utter despair and despair, the wounded soldier broke free from his teammates, picked up a submachine gun, and rushed out of the room while firing wildly.

"Da da da da da..."

But he was very unlucky because he bet on the wrong direction—if he had been in better shape, if he hadn't lost so much blood, he should have been able to determine Milton's approximate location from the conversation just now.

The assassin's dying shot all hit the wall, while simultaneously exposing his back to Milton.

The trigger was pulled, and a burst of fire followed, causing the assassin to fall to the ground.

Thump... Clang clang.

After the body fell and the spent cartridges hit the ground, silence fell again.

There were two other living people in the room, and they were only a wall away from each other.

Horror, gloom, oppression, despair.

Six assassins were approached by one man and killed one by one, without any effective resistance.

The remaining assassin was completely consumed by fear.

Go out and fight him, you'll definitely die!
No, even if he escapes, the prosecutor will come and kill him!
Rather than facing such a terrifying prosecutor, rather than constantly worrying about being caught by him and killed, it's better to be caught by the police and hide in prison!
Bribe the prison guards and you can still live a good life.

He doesn't want to die!

"I surrender! I surrender unconditionally! Don't shoot!"

(End of this chapter)