Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 152 What's the difference between you and Santa Claus?
They can't possibly send me to the Soviet Union...

Winnie had barely thought that when her body was quickly but gently flipped over. Her vision was already mostly black, collapsing from the edges to the center, and everyone and everything in front of her had severe shadow trails.

This is essentially the brain overclocking its processing of residual visual signals under hypoxic conditions.

However, Winnie hadn't been lying down for long and was still able to see and understand the scene before her.

Damn it... those Pentagon maggots, isn't this their LAV-25?
"Fortunately, it's just venous bleeding... but the location of the bullet is not good; I don't know if it damaged the spinal cord." The accompanying military doctor quickly performed first aid. "It's best to get him to the hospital for surgery as soon as possible."

slap... slap...

Winnie lay on the ground and saw several pairs of boots treading through the mud toward her, looking down at her with a condescending gaze.

Such advanced equipment... Winnie was momentarily confused, wondering if she was really dead. Otherwise, how could she possibly see people with such equipment in a place like this?
One of the older men, dressed in a Mexican police uniform, turned to look at the man next to him, whose uniform was quite luxurious, and asked, "'Mr. 'Merciful Father,' what do you plan to do with this man?"

“The police station has a medical room, but I don’t think it can handle this kind of injury…”

“The city hospital is very likely to become a target for drug traffickers. We probably can’t guarantee its safety right now… The drug traffickers here are indeed capable of attacking a hospital.”

Milton was completely immune to these strange nicknames and said, "If the hospital is risky, then don't go. I'll call my medical helicopter over later. You, don't move around, or you'll really die."

"Take the bodies of the other DEA agents on the ground, and take all the equipment from this police station that you can carry. Destroy anything you can't carry on the spot. Don't let the drug dealers get their hands on it."

"Everyone else, stay alert and retreat immediately after the mission is completed."

Just as Milton finished speaking, Brandon chimed in, "Boss, are you saying these DEA guys are the same ones we encountered when we were trying to steal the ship last time?"

Before Milton could even reply, Winnie's body reacted noticeably, and she appeared quite shocked.

Milton nodded and said, "Well, I wasn't sure at first, but now it seems like it is."

Three minutes later, almost all the officers came over with their spoils—except for the man named Javier in the distance, who was the slowest to walk and was accompanied by a ragged middle-aged man.

The other officers, seeing this, became extremely wary, and some even stepped forward to stop him outside: "Javier, who is that? Unauthorized personnel cannot be brought in!"

This officer, whose father and brother were both drug dealers, and who had returned alone from the last mission, was viewed with suspicion by almost everyone present.

Javier shrugged helplessly: "That's why I didn't bring them... You guys forgot? Someone called the police earlier saying their wife and child were missing, and right after I finished calling them, that person came to me. I felt I had to deal with it, no matter what."

Milton glanced at him again, and after confirming that he was a teammate, he nodded and said, "Okay, then search him and take him back to the police station after you've made sure he's out of danger."

"Prepare to retreat!"

The other officers remained vigilant, but since their boss had said so, they didn't say anything more.

Soon, the two armored vehicles returned to the police station.

The injured were given priority, and Winnie was the first to be carried off and taken to the infirmary to stabilize her condition while waiting for the medical helicopter to arrive.

After getting off the bus, everyone's faces lit up with excitement—they hadn't won such a resounding victory in a long time!
Milton was having a blast, but the men responsible for resupplying the two armored vehicles didn't think so—the ammunition they'd spent an afternoon loading was gone in just a short time, which was really frustrating.

“Alright, no need to celebrate yet.” Milton waved his hand. “This was just a test, and don’t forget we have another case on our hands. Hurry up and find your taxpayer’s wife and daughter.”

Gambling, prostitution, drugs, and human trafficking are inextricably linked.

It's not surprising that where there are drug dealers, there is also the buying and selling of human organs.

Omar nodded, turned to the trembling middle-aged man who stepped down from the armored vehicle, and asked, "Think carefully about all the details of what happened, and tell us slowly... The more nervous you are, the less we can help you."

The middle-aged man looked poor and fearful, but spoke articulately, suggesting he was somewhat educated: "Officers, gentlemen..."

Before he could even speak, a 1994 Mercedes-Benz 300E (not E300, back then this model referred to engine displacement) pulled up in front of the police station and stopped.

You can't buy this car for less than seventy or eighty thousand US dollars.

Before Milton could even ask, Omar exclaimed as if facing a formidable enemy, "Oh no! These are people from the city government! Are they here to interrogate us?!"

It's normal that a massacre on the police station's playground can't be carried out in secret and will be discovered quickly.

But the fact that they arrived so quickly really surprised Omar.

"Omar!!!" A portly man got out of the car, angrily waving a document in his hand. "Look what you've done! Look what you've done! Are you crazy?! You're suspended! Come back with me right now and await your fate! I'll temporarily take over as your director!"

The official didn't take the armored vehicles and the menacing-looking people next to him seriously at all.

The dismissal order is in his hands; Omar is no longer the director.

These equipment should rightfully be under his jurisdiction.

Seeing that no one around him moved, he took out the appointment letter from his file folder and roared, "What are you all still standing here for? Didn't you hear my order? Do you want to be fired?!"

“Sir,” Milton said slowly from the side, “can’t you see we’re handling a case? You should have some manners about first come, first served.”

"Who do you think you are? Can't you see I'm talking to Omar? Who gave you the right to interrupt? You're fired, get out!"

The middle-aged man quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, gentlemen, please go ahead and speak..."

boom!
Before he finished speaking, Milton had already pulled out his M29 revolver and shot the official in the knee.

"Ah—you, you?!"

Milton coldly put his gun away, then picked up the dismissal and appointment documents and glanced at them: "Can't you understand human language? Can you understand gunshots?"

"Drug dealers dared to shoot the mayor, who do you think you are, who do you think I am, and you actually think I wouldn't dare to kill you?!"

"Where did this idiot come from? Can't you see the armored vehicles here? You think you can take over with just two pieces of scrap paper that I wouldn't even use to wipe my butt?"

"A treaty I don't agree to is like waste paper in the toilet, understand?!"

Milton got angrier and angrier, and emptied the ammunition cylinders directly into the idiot's legs and hips.

"what!!!"

After venting his anger, Milton looked at Brandon and said, "Cut off this man's head and send it to the city government. Tell Mayor Carmen that his new appointee has died unexpectedly. The police department is of great importance and cannot be without a leader for even a day. Let Omar stay in this position until he sends someone else to take over."

As long as Carmen isn't mentally challenged... no, even if Carmen is mentally challenged, the people he sent aren't mentally challenged, so they won't come to their deaths.

Milton has become so arrogant that he executed the newly appointed director in the street, and he wouldn't even bother to film a script like a car accident.

The official rolled on the ground in agony, cursing, "Omar, do you know what you're doing?! Are you really going to push things to the extreme?!"

Omar said calmly, "The police station, or the 'Milton Cartel,' does Carmen see any real difference? He can't even control drug dealers, yet he thinks he can control us with two pieces of paper?"

Even if they are dismissed, this group can instantly transform into an armed force more terrifying and violent than a drug cartel—only a fool would believe that a parachuted-in police chief could command them.

“Oh, right, keep this car.” Milton looked at the Mercedes and waved. “This guy must have evaded a lot of taxes, let’s use this to offset the difference.”

Soon, the menacing police officers around him, disregarding the officials' strong objections, insisted on beheading him.

A team of police officers boarded an armored vehicle, wrote Milton's instructions on a piece of paper, and drove towards the city hall.

In less than a minute, a high-ranking official was dismembered in the police station in front of everyone.

Everyone just watched coldly, as if they had only slaughtered a sheep.

He and the city government watched the same thing when Tapachula was invaded by drug traffickers.

Milton then turned to the dumbfounded middle-aged man, his face instantly regaining its benevolent smile, and said, "Alright, let's ignore these bystanders. Continue. What leads do you have?"

The middle-aged man trembled even more violently: "At the time, we were scavenging... Suddenly a van rushed out, several men got out, and they just kidnapped us. I think it might be because they were unhappy that we didn't take in drug dealers last time... But we clearly paid protection money!"

"I wrote down the license plate number, but it might be a fake plate."

Chief Omar, however, was experienced: "There's no need to look for the license plate; a quick check will tell you."

“Your community has been taken over by the Gulf Group. They’ve been working with a gang involved in human trafficking to raise funds. It’s called… the Iron Head Gang.”

"The Iron Head Gang originally had four or five strongholds, but they were reduced to only one by the Fan Kang Gang. Now that they have joined the Gulf Group, they have recovered to two. A quick check will suffice."

"Let's go check it out."

The officer next to him then spoke up somewhat awkwardly, "Uh, sir, we haven't even loaded a few rounds of ammunition for the main gun of our armored vehicle yet."

Milton didn't care: "A few shots are enough to scare people. Do you think these gangsters would dare gamble that there aren't any shells in my gun barrel? If we're any later, we might have to go to an American hospital and dig open the body of some rich man on an operating table to find his wife and daughter."

"All right……"

Soon, the two armored vehicles, which hadn't had a long rest, drove out of the police station again.

The police headquarters was almost right next to the city center, and Milton arrived in the city in less than two minutes—despite the so-called "war on drugs" being so intense, most citizens had long since become numb and continued with their daily lives.

Pretend you didn't hear the gunshots.

To be honest, Milton felt a chill run down his spine seeing so many people on the street—the threat would be considerable if someone stuffed a bunch of high explosives in their backpack and charged at an armored vehicle as it approached.

The armored vehicles were particularly conspicuous, drawing the attention of most citizens, even those accustomed to street fights.

If this were Milton's territory, it would be fine; with the counter-espionage system, Milton could easily identify them. "There are too many people..."

“There’s nothing we can do.” Omar shook his head with a wry smile. “It’s not so bad now. A while ago, during the Day of the Dead, there were so many people, and drug dealers could even wear all sorts of masks during the holidays. How many police officers were assassinated for no reason?”

Milton said very seriously, "Therefore, a thorough purge is needed. We must kill them all."

Omar chuckled and pointed to a corner: "It's in there. Go inside and you'll see a billiards hall. That's one of the Iron Head Gang's properties."

"They're just opening it right in the middle of the city? So arrogant!" Milton frowned. "Is nobody doing anything about it?"

“Someone is in charge; Fan Kang helped with it.”

"Where's the police station?"

“I signed a search warrant, but the mayor said they could boost the city’s economy and forcibly suppressed it.”

"Ha ha……"

"Sir!" Just then, the middle-aged man who had been observing through the bulletproof window suddenly shouted excitedly, "There, that one-eyed man with a long scar on his face, I remember him, I met him when I was scavenging!"

Right at the entrance of the billiard hall, a "social youth" covered in various tattoos sat on the steps, smoking a cigarette with relish.

"The gunners are ready to be deployed at any time. The main gun has a few rounds of ammunition left. We will fire immediately if needed."

"Everyone else, get out of the car with me and load your weapons."

Milton jumped out of the car, and several fully armed police officers immediately surrounded the young man.

The young man was startled, dropped his cigarette, and asked, "Who are you?!"

He was relatively smart enough not to ask stupid questions like, "Do you know whose territory this is?"

Nonsense, with that kind of attitude, how could they not know who you are?

Tanks have already driven over!
Milton was too lazy to waste words with this lowly thug who couldn't even get through the gate. He stepped forward, took the UZI off his waist, and kicked him: "Get inside and call your boss over."

"Ah, yes, sir..."

The young man scrambled into the pool hall, ran into a private room, and whispered a few words to a man who was playing pool and whose body was covered in skulls and various rings.

Before he could finish speaking, the man threw his cue stick on the table and stormed to the door, cursing under his breath.

Similarly, a large group of people wielding clubs and knives also surrounded them.

"Damn it, is someone causing trouble?"

"Causing trouble on our turf? Who? Raul from Fan Kang's gang is dead, who else would dare to be so disrespectful?"

"Once you're here, your mother's not leaving."

"The cops, the cops, I'm so scared..."

Then, the leader at the front saw a dozen or so Milton's gang members with cold eyes, dressed like special forces, and carrying terrifying rifles.

And behind them were two terrifying armored vehicles—their main guns were pointed directly at them!

He froze on the spot.

It wasn't just because of this terrifying scene, but also because of the face of the leader!
Others may not recognize him, but the leader of the Iron Head Gang could not possibly not recognize him—the Fan Kang Gang, who almost wiped out all of the Iron Head Gang's businesses and practically ruled the entire underworld, was wiped out overnight because he offended this man!
Along with his gang, the vast majority of them were wiped out!
Now, this madman has found his way to the Iron Head Gang?
Milton just looked at him and asked calmly, "Who just said that once you're here, you're not leaving? Come out yourself."

"I'm talking about a dead cop, and you're acting like I haven't killed anyone... How dare you cause trouble on Iron Head Gang's territory?"

However, the slightly slower underling was also stunned as soon as he came out.

The leader of the Iron Head Gang silently reminded himself that this was Mexico, not Guatemala, to bolster his courage before bracing himself and saying, "Sir, he, he's just a child. He doesn't think before he speaks. Please, give me some face and don't take it to heart. I'll cooperate with whatever you want to know."

Milton patiently waited for the gang leader to finish speaking before waving his hand.

boom!
The machine gun on the infantry fighting vehicle fired, and a 25mm armor-piercing round with a muzzle velocity of up to 1100m/s was launched.

When the shell hits directly, its extremely high kinetic energy creates radial wounds with a diameter far exceeding that of the shell, and even far exceeding that of the human body.

Snapped……

The man's body was severed in two—and several unfortunate men standing behind him were also killed.

“What face do you have?” Milton stepped forward and punched him in the chin, knocking out several front teeth. “You’re still alive and talking to me because I’m giving you face, understand? I can easily crush Fan Kangbang, and I can crush you just as easily.”

"Boss..." Several thugs, their hands trembling, held steel knives and clubs and cautiously huddled together, looking weak, helpless, and extremely pitiful.

But Milton didn't pity them—look at their attitude when they were facing unarmed civilians.

“I ask, you answer, or you die. I have no patience, and I only accept answers within three seconds—if the answer takes more than three seconds, it means you are making up lies.”

What kind of business do you run?

"billiards……"

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
Without a second thought, Milton pulled out his gun and fired several holes in the henchman's body—deliberately avoiding vital organs.

"Ah! Ah... Ah!!!"

"Answer again."

The Ironhead Gang leader felt a chill run down his spine and said, "We'll help the Gulf Group deal with some disobedient people. We'll take care of getting them out of Tapachula City, and I have no right to know what happens after that..."

"Just now, did you kidnap a woman and a girl?"

"Yes, Osiris Cardenas is in charge of managing the Gulf Group members here. It was his people who ordered me to kidnap them. I... I didn't dare to resist them!"

Where is the person now?

"They're still in the room! Both of them are still alive!" The Iron Head Gang leader was incredibly relieved that he had been playing pool for a while. "Sorry, I didn't know he was one of your men. I'll release him right now, and I promise I'll never mess with them again!"

Compared to the person in front of him, the man felt that his Iron Head Gang was simply the epitome of "civilization," "modernity," and "humanity."

Upon hearing this, several Mexican police officers immediately stepped forward, grabbed a man, and shoved him forcefully: "Lead the way! No tricks allowed."

Soon, they came out with several women and children.

“‘Mr. Father’!” Javier said. “We found them. There are four children and three women in total. Our target is in there… and three unidentified bodies. The cause of death… sexual activity that went beyond the normal range.”

Milton didn't speak, but nodded.

The leader of the Iron Head Gang breathed a sigh of relief, then cautiously asked, "Um, sir, can... you let us go?"

As he said this, he slapped his forehead, ran to the cashier, and pulled out a handful of banknotes.

"This is a tribute to you, to protect... taxes, yes taxes! Your favorite taxes!"

Milton glanced at the money in his hand, then at the corpse on the ground, and asked the Ironhead gang leader, "Tell me, what value do you have in living?"

"I..." The man broke out in a cold sweat instantly. "I, I... I know some information about people in the Gulf Group! I know who works for the Gulf Group! They have a lot of money! Don't kill me."

“Very good, they do have some value in living. Cuff them and take them away—the usual procedure, they'll be beaten for a day first, no questions asked.” Milton nodded, then looked at the others, “What about the rest? How are you going to convince me not to kill you?”

"Money! We have money!"

"Yes...we have money. Although we're not in Guatemala, we can still pay your taxes!"

"..."

Milton sighed and said, "Let me ask you a question. Do you know the difference between you and Santa Claus? Van Comant's leader, Raul, answered incorrectly and didn't fare well. You are his old rivals, so you should think about this carefully."

These people were a little dumbfounded. They looked at each other for a few moments before cautiously asking, "We...we can all bring joy to children?"

Milton continued, "No, the difference is that Santa Claus will come in through the chimney, while you will come out through the chimney."

"I'm sorry... you answered incorrectly."

"Remember to say hello to Santa Claus for me."

Seeing that the Mexican policemen were still confused, Brandon suppressed a laugh, grabbed the equally confused gang members, tied them up, and doused them with liquor and gasoline.

Then they were roughly shoved into the furnace.

A raging fire broke out instantly.

Amidst screams, these people were burned to ashes and smoke, which were then expelled from the chimney.

The Mexican police officers with guns were dumbfounded—so that's what going out of the chimney meant?

Milton really does have a bit of an artistic talent...

(End of this chapter)