Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 151 The "Kind Father" Has Arrived

Tapachula has approximately 150 police officers per 10 people. After deducting the local police officers scattered throughout the various communities, there are still more than 200 officers belonging to the Omar City Police Headquarters.

As for the federal police and state police, they have long since become completely incompetent in this level of chaos.

That is to say, there are nearly 100 police officers standing on the playground right now!
Even if self-propelled anti-aircraft guns and vehicle-mounted machine guns were incredibly efficient at killing people, and even if all these corrupt police officers were gathered together, they couldn't kill 100 people in an instant.

Many of these corrupt police officers were originally members of the same gang, and they might even be upstream or downstream in the drug trafficking chain.

Upon seeing the artillery fire heading their way without warning and witnessing people around them being turned into pieces, the corrupt police officers screamed and scattered, trying to escape.

"What is this... Ah!!!"

"He's gone mad! Omar has gone mad!"

"Run—oh, my legs!!!"

On the playground now, a real "meat grinder" is being staged! It's not an exaggeration; you can really see countless pieces of flesh being turned into a mass of minced meat and exploding everywhere under the barrage of shells and large-caliber bullets.

Johnson, who was deliberately singled out by Milton and Omar and was barely considered a high-ranking officer in the police department, saw this scene and his eyes flashed with confusion, fear, and finally extreme anger.

"Stop!!! Omar, Milton, what do you think you're doing?" Johnson was so agitated that some spittle flew onto Milton's face. "This is a massacre! This is a massacre! You dare to commit a massacre in the police station? You'll be fired!"

He felt extreme fear—because all the corrupt cops he knew were on the playground, while the stubborn officers were nowhere to be seen! This was definitely a premeditated purge!
Chief Omar was surprisingly calm at this moment. He said, "Even if I don't do this, I'll still have to step down, won't I? I might as well clean up this bunch of corrupt cops before I step down."

You bunch of corrupt cops...

Johnson watched as his once-arrogant officers were now screaming and fleeing for their lives under the pursuit of self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, only to have their retreat blocked by infantry fighting vehicles, who then precisely picked them off one by one. He trembled with rage.

"You, you're finished! You're famous! You'll be in the state newspapers, no, you'll be reported on Mexican national television! You dared to commit a massacre, get ready to face a military court! Nobody can protect you!"

Click!

Milton, now with enhanced strength, reached out and grabbed Johnson's shoulder, squeezing his joints until they creaked: "Remember, only losers go to court-martial, and we won't be losers, you are."

"As for a massacre... Heh, let me ask you this: how many police officers have been killed by drug dealers? If I were to kill 100 drug dealers now, would that be a massacre? What, in your opinion, are police officers lower in status than drug dealers?"

Johnson involuntarily twisted in pain, but gritted his teeth and said sharply, "What evidence do you have that these officers are drug dealers? Based on your words alone?!"

Milton gave him a look as if he were a pitiful wretch and retorted, "Why do you think I spared your life? Because I'm merciful?"

"Damn it, you're crazy... I won't say anything!"

“Is that so?” Milton smiled kindly as he patted Johnson’s face with his other hand. “You’re willing to sell your conscience for money, so why wouldn’t you sell out those drug dealers for your life? Take him away and gag him. Beat him for a day, and then we’ll ask him questions. If he still doesn’t answer, we won’t force him. Keep his mouth shut and beat him for another day before asking him questions.”

"If he's about to faint, use those things he sells to wake him up... If you produce garbage, you should digest it yourself and not waste public resources."

Boom boom boom...

By this time, almost all the corrupt police officers on the playground were dead.

Most people are so badly shattered that even their mothers wouldn't recognize them.

Milton chuckled and ordered, "Remember to finish off the remaining body parts on the ground... or better yet, just run them over with the armored vehicle. Too many people have died, don't waste bullets."

Johnson was dragged away violently by several people while shouting, and taken to the interrogation room.

"Butcher! Executioner! Madman!"

"You have no right to do this. No one has given foreigners this right..."

"You're all finished, I'm telling you, Milton, Omar, you've messed with the wrong person!!!"

"what--"

Milton responded with a kind smile—he was very lenient with these kinds of people because they would behave themselves after being beaten for a day.

The officers who survived the attack looked at their colleagues, who might have been laughing and joking with them just moments before, now reduced to mangled pieces, and their faces showed shock.

Those "centrists" in particular were so shocked that they didn't know what to do with their hands and feet.

Milton looked at the centrists, staring at them for a long time until they felt a chill run down their spines, before calmly saying, "I know some of you have done some less-than-clean things for various reasons, or turned a blind eye to some less-than-clean things."

"But... since I've let you stand here today, it means I can temporarily let these matters go."

"I don't want to force people who lack courage or are hesitant to risk their lives for me; that would be pointless."

"My only requirement for you is that you do not block the way and you do not collude with drug dealers."

“Some people might say that drug dealers would offer a bounty if they coerced their family members… Well, today I’m here to tell you that drug dealers can use coercion on their family members, and so can I.”

Milton said seriously, "In my country, drug trafficking means your whole family will die."

In Mexico, drug traffickers don't adhere to the principle of protecting their own families.

In 1993, a police chief in Chihuahua announced a drug ban, only to be murdered a few hours later—his wife and children's bodies were stuffed into a small trash can.

One can only imagine what that scene must have been like.

This tactic has terrified countless officials and law enforcement personnel.

Helping the government fight drug traffickers comes at too high a cost, while the reverse seems to come at almost no cost.

It wasn't until Milton carried out this bloody massacre that they realized that drug addicts could be ten thousand times more ruthless than drug dealers.

Milton concluded by saying, "To team up with me against drug dealers is heroic. You'll make clean dollars from me. Even if you die, it'll be a death in the line of duty. You'll receive a pension, your family will get a decent job, and your children will be able to hold their heads high with pride when they talk about you."

"To team up with drug traffickers against me and get killed by me is treason—you get nothing, you'll be scorned for life."

"Two paths, choose for yourself, and give me the answer when I come back."

"Omar, get ready to get in the car... Let's go see what's wrong with the Gulf Group people, that they're fighting so fiercely."

"My plane is in position, and you will see it circling over Tapachula in 10 minutes."

This trip was a reconnaissance mission, preparing for the real all-out attack (Bombing Shit 2.0).

Omar glanced at the officers behind him with a complicated expression, then turned around and went to the police station to pack his equipment.

The officers, whose faces had turned ashen, finally regained their composure a little.

Just now, they almost thought Milton was the real director!
"Holy crap...did you see that? He, he just opened fire on the crowd with machine guns and cannons, and he even dared to film it?"

"Haven't you heard people say that people in Guatemala call him 'the tax collector from hell'?"

"He's more terrifying than drug dealers... He, a public official, actually used our families to threaten us, just like a drug dealer?"

“So what can you do if Milton does it? Did you see his equipment? Did you see how his men could carry out his orders so unconditionally? He’s no weaker than those drug cartels. Milton can be just as violent as the drug cartels.”

"So... what do we do? I just want to earn a living!"

"What else can we do? We can only fight alongside Milton... He's right, at least if we follow him, we'll be martyrs who died for our country."

"If you follow drug dealers, you'll lose everything."

"At least, at least they gave us a chance, isn't that merciful?"

“I have a feeling that Tapachula is about to undergo a terrible reshuffle. Milton shouldn’t be called ‘Hell Tax Collector’ at all.”

"Then, what should it be called?"

“He just slaughtered a hundred people in the most gruesome way right in front of you, and then casually threatened you with your entire families, and you actually think he's merciful?! Milton should be called a ‘merciful father’!”

“‘A loving father’…”

This nickname always inevitably evokes images of the Soviet Union in 1934 and the horrific "Great Purge" that took place at that time.

"Could it be that our 'benevolent father' has arrived?"

"..."

These centrist officers were very uneasy, but those who had been committed to fighting drugs, or whose families had long been murdered and who had sworn to be irreconcilable enemies with drug traffickers, were greatly encouraged.

So what if it's brutal?
They've wanted to do this to drug dealers for a long time!
They've had enough of the days when drug dealers acted with impunity while they were constrained!
“Mr. Milton!” One of the officers, barely suppressing his excitement, strode forward and said, “Please wait a moment, I have something to report to you!”

Originally, this police officer and two other officers had formed a "barbecue brotherhood" to secretly cause trouble for drug dealers.

Milton's arrival immediately put all the drug dealers in their place; he's definitely trustworthy!
If the scope of the crackdown isn't that broad, and the methods aren't that cruel, they'll suspect that they've been bribed by some group.

Milton was about to get into the car when he heard someone had a report to make, and he found it somewhat amusing: "Shouldn't you report to your chief first if there's something going on?"

“It’s not that we don’t trust the chief, it’s that some of the people around him are not trustworthy.” The officer shrugged helplessly. “Like Johnson.”

“Alright.” Milton nodded, confirming that the two officers were teammates, the kind of officers determined to fight narcotics. “Do you have any intelligence to report to me?”

"Be very careful of a police officer named Javier. I don't know why you let him go, but believe me, this man is not trustworthy. Look, he's over there, standing there all by himself."

Milton glanced at the panel, frowned, and asked, "Why can't we trust him?"

The panel clearly shows teammates.

“Ha…Sir, you don’t know, his father joined the Sinaloa Cartel a long time ago; his older brother was bought off by the Juarez Cartel. Can he be trusted?” the officer sneered. “Never mind that, the most important thing is that in a raid on a drug cartel the day before yesterday, his entire squad was wiped out, and he was the only one who came back alive.”

"The post-incident investigation found no problems... but I don't believe it, at least not entirely."

"Sir, no matter what, we must be careful of this Havel!"

The officer gave the reminder with strong resistance.

Milton nodded slowly and said, "I understand."

"We are ready to go at any time. If you have any questions or tasks, please give instructions to me and my brothers immediately!"

"it is good."

After speaking with the excited officers, Chief Omar put on a very nice set of gear and went to the armored vehicle.

An M16A2 equipped with various electronic accessories, heavy body armor, tactical helmet, and a variety of grenades!
It seems that this bureau chief has brought out all his most treasured secrets.

Milton got into the car first and asked, "Why did it take so long to prepare?"

“Dear Warlord, no, now I should say ‘Mr. Benevolent Father’,” Omar said with a hint of sarcasm. “Because I’m an inefficient civil servant, I have to consider the political implications… To exonerate you just now, I have to hold a press conference and offer some excuses to keep it quiet.” “You don’t seem like a civil servant at all. Besides, I think you should have been prepared.”

Several enthusiastic police officers also boarded the vehicle together.

Even Javier, the officer who was suspected by many of his colleagues, volunteered to go into action.

Milton did not refuse him and let him into his car.

Omar reached out and closed the car door, a long-lost excitement, unlike that of a "civil servant," flashing in his eyes: "Well, not only did I prepare a speech, but the bureau also just received a call from the El Carmen community. It was a poor middle-aged man who apparently had his wife and daughter kidnapped by drug dealers."

This commonplace tone...

Milton asked, "Doesn't that community have its own police department or a precinct? How come they're calling your office directly?"

“Yes, but the person in charge of that area, well, to put it nicely, is a pragmatist,” Omar commented. “He is usually quite active in combating drugs, but he mainly treats it as a political act. Under pressure, he may not be so resolute.”

“Generally speaking, emergency calls throughout Tapachula will first go to headquarters, and then headquarters will contact the nearest police station or patrol officer to carry out the task.”

"Since I don't trust the police force there, I won't notify them... There's nothing I can do. It's not that I want to appoint unqualified or wavering people, but I really can't find many people willing to publicly declare their support for drug control."

Milton nodded. "I understand how that feels."

As Milton drove toward the El Carmen neighborhood, he suddenly noticed that the gunfire, which had subsided, had intensified once again, and this time it also carried the sound that only large-caliber firearms could produce!

Is this shootout still going on?
"Is this your usual routine?" Milton asked, frowning. "They've been fighting for so long, is this a police operation?"

“I don’t know either…” Omar gave a wry smile and shook his head. “This place is no longer the Tapachula I used to know.”

BOOM BOOM BOOM... BOOM BOOM BOOM!

The closer one gets to the El Carmen neighborhood, the louder the gunfire becomes.

Chief Omar finally frowned: "That direction... I have a feeling it's the police station. Can I use your observation equipment to take a look over there?"

Armored vehicles are not like cars; they don't have such easy access to the frontal view.

"Use it."

“Let me see…” Omar leaned forward and changed his position.

Immediately afterwards, his surprised voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"The police station was bombed?!"

"..."

……

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
Intense gunfire filled every corner of the dilapidated police station.

After cleaning another room, the three DEA agents withdrew in an orderly fashion towards the back of the police station.

As for their team leader, he was killed by machine gun fire after throwing the grenade.

Another agent was shot and killed during a brutal CQB operation by a drug dealer hiding in a corner.

But they also took out the enemy's machine gunner in the firefight, and so far, they have taken out a total of 25 enemy combat personnel!
If the drug dealers hadn't used their families as leverage, the enemy would have collapsed long ago!
Winnie glanced at her and her teammates' battered bulletproof vests, sighed inwardly, and replaced the last magazine on her MP5.

In order to squeeze every last bullet out of the enemy and kill as many enemies as possible, almost every time a tactical reload was performed, there were hardly any bullets left in the previous magazine.

"The last magazine."

“We’ll move to that housing area; once we get there, we’ll have a chance to relocate.”

"I heard that the police chief is still committed to fighting drugs... The biggest difficulty now is getting through this empty street ahead. Maybe we can use the complex terrain to escape to the shore."

"Really? I'm a little skeptical, little girl."

"No enemy information, no cover... we can only rely on our body armor. Charge! Good luck to everyone."

The three of them exchanged a few words of encouragement at the end, which slightly eased the somber atmosphere.

Just then, the drug dealer's somewhat exasperated voice came from outside again: "Americans! I'm giving you one more chance. Lay down your weapons, surrender, and you can go home alive and see your families!"

They were met with disdain from several detectives.

"Get out of here! You killed my comrades, and you expect me to surrender?!"

"Fuck you drug dealers! Killing one is a good deal, killing two is a huge profit!"

"...Team leader, wait for me downstairs! I'll be waiting for you guys downstairs too."

After finishing their rant, the DEA team, with perfect coordination, pushed open the door and rushed across the street.

Their sprinting order was also very particular—no matter whether the bullets came from the front or the side, there was no possibility of hitting three at once.

However, just as they rushed into the middle of the street, several gunmen with Type 56 assault rifles leaned out of the windows of the houses and opened fire on the three of them.

DEA agents returned fire almost simultaneously.

Bang bang bang!
As the enemy ahead was being cleared out, Winnie saw her comrade next to her have his bulletproof plate pierced and fall heavily to the ground.

Winnie, fighting back her grief, shouted in a hoarse voice, "There are no enemies ahead! Charge!"

But in that short time, the other drug dealers flanked them from the side and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger on the last two DEA agents who were out of ammunition.

Winnie watched as her last teammate was shot in the temple; the helmet, already hit once, could no longer withstand a rifle bullet head-on.

His head exploded.

The gunfire continued, and Winnie was lucky enough to reach the door.

But soon, a 7.62×39mm bullet hit the side panel, and Winnie felt like she had been bitten by a mosquito, and then her whole body fell uncontrollably to the ground.

I've been shot.

The battle is over.

Sigh... In the end, not a single person escaped?
Unfortunately, no one was able to take the information out of here.

Winnie felt a pang of regret, while waiting for the enemy to finish her off.

"..."

bang bang bang...

Just then, a series of explosions rang out, followed by unprecedented screams from the drug dealers.

Upon seeing that the police station was under attack, the armored vehicle driver practically welded the accelerator to its limit, as if he wanted to stomp into the fuel tank.

But it was still a little too late.

The fierce gunfight here seems to be coming to an end.

"Kill them!" Milton glanced at the complex terrain and low-rise buildings of the Elcarmen neighborhood and gave the order without hesitation, "Keep as many people here as possible!"

"The terrain here is too complex. Even with reactive armor, it may not guarantee the absolute safety of the armored vehicle."

"With so many drug dealers gathered here, don't give them a chance to escape!"

"All infantry dismount, spread out, suppress the enemy on the high ground, and cover the armored vehicles! Eliminate everything you see that could threaten our armored units!"

Anti-aircraft guns and machine guns fired simultaneously without restraint, creating a sea of ​​fire with a dense barrage—any drug dealer who showed their face would be attacked by rifles, machine guns, machine guns, and anti-aircraft guns at the same time, leaving them no room for resistance.

The drug dealers who were just moments ago so arrogant suddenly exploded one by one. One of them was firing a gun one second, and the next he was left standing on his legs.

But Milton's offensive has not stopped!

"Pelican One, provide cover for us. There's someone in the room at the 1 o'clock position who's trying to fire at us. The building has a red roof and a green chimney. Suppress him!"

"The use of aerial bombs is permitted."

"Pelican One" was the nickname Milton gave to his A-37 Dragonfly attack aircraft.

Soon, the Dragonfly attack aircraft hovering overhead swooped down and unleashed a saturation barrage of fire on the building with its Gatling guns!

Wood chips, iron scraps, and dirt were smashed into dust that flew everywhere!
The house suddenly became quiet and deserted.

"Pelican One has received... Target destroyed."

The remaining enemies are fleeing.

"..."

"Commander Milton, the main guns of both armored units are running out of ammunition! Should we continue the pursuit?"

"Don't pursue. Don't forget our original plan was to blow up the shit first... Medic, treat the wounded."

"Only one person was found to still have vital signs..."

"Load him into the car and get out of there... Wait, damn it, is this guy a DEA?!"

Severely wounded Winnie couldn't even lift her head, but upon hearing the sounds of armored vehicles, the dense artillery fire, and even the roar of airplanes, she couldn't hide her shock amidst her grief.

What is that?!

Milton...that name sounds familiar...

It seems they've been saved?

A voice interrupted her thoughts, soothingly saying, "American, hold on and don't fall asleep."

"The 'benevolent father' has arrived."

Winnie, who was on the verge of death, was so frightened that she immediately came back to life: "???"

(End of this chapter)