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Chapter 153 New Concept: "Drowning"

"Oh my god...you're still alive, that's wonderful!"

The middle-aged man who called the police burst into tears. He ran to his wife and daughter, hugged them tightly in his arms with tears streaming down his face, his hands trembling with emotion, and kept kissing his daughter's forehead.

This wasn't the first time he'd called the police in his life, but he'd never seen such a rapid response from them!
Moreover, from beginning to end, these police officers did not shirk their responsibilities or ask him for even a single peso in fees!
"Thank you, 'Fatherly' Mr., thank you!"

"Quick, you all go and thank the police officers too!"

These people quickly wiped away their tears, walked up to Milton, and kept expressing their gratitude and thanks.

The girl followed carefully beside her parents, staring at the police badges on the officers' chests with admiration in her eyes.

The child exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you, police officer!"

Upon witnessing this scene, the police officers unconsciously straightened their backs slightly.

Milton patted the little girl on the head and said, "This is what taxpayers deserve... You'd better pack up and move to a safe place. The drug dealers might retaliate against you, and the police might not always be able to get here in time."

As he spoke, Milton swung the cylinder out of his M29 revolver, ejected a bullet, and handed it to the little girl.

“Take it; it represents the spirit of resistance.”

Omar chimed in, "I'll send two capable officers to escort them home, and then you should all get out and hide."

"Rick, Kent, you two drive the armored car to pick them up. Wear your gear and carry your weapons. Be careful of drug dealers' sneak attacks."

"As ordered!"

After handling the case, Milton and his team returned to the police station.

Just then, a medical helicopter that had flown in from the base arrived and was landing on the makeshift helipad next to the police station.

The doctors in the medical room were hurriedly lifting Winnie onto the helicopter.

"Oh, right!" Just then, a doctor saw Milton return and quickly ran over with a briefcase. "'Father' Mr., this is for you, your people asked me to give it to you."

Milton nodded, then turned to the "centrist" officers and asked, "So, have you thought it through? What's your choice?"

The officers gave wry smiles: "Do we have a choice? We're willing to work for you..."

“Very good.” Milton said calmly, slamming the suitcase to the ground, unzipping it to reveal its contents—a whole suitcase of bundled US dollar cash!
"I never hesitate to reward anyone who is willing to work hard for me."

“Kill a low-level drug dealer, that is, a gang member who cooperates with drug cartels, $500.”

“Kill a member of a drug cartel, $1000.”

"Kill one..."

“Kill a drug cartel leader, $2.”

"Don't try to kill innocent people and claim credit for it. I have countless ways to find out who you killed. As I said before, you can refuse the mission and not fight for me, but don't block my way."

Sure enough, upon seeing the cash, many officers who had initially been under pressure were immediately stunned.

Even the officers who were already determined to fight drugs started breathing heavily when they saw the money on the ground and heard about Milton's reward plan.

For the first time, they experienced what it meant to "die without regret"!
"Combate drugs! Eliminate drug dealers! Leave no one alive!"

Milton remained silent for a moment as he watched the officers' morale instantly boosted.

They've used threats and bribes, but that's not enough.

These measures are far from sufficient to completely eliminate drug traffickers. Perhaps as long as Milton is here, this place will forever remain a no-go zone for drugs.

But as soon as he leaves, it will inevitably rise from the ashes.

Milton's voice gradually softened and became more gentle: "Finally, victim, the $10 compensation—even if it's through fire and water, this money will be delivered to your family in full! Your bravery will be forever engraved on your tombstone, and the great cause of fighting drugs will be written into children's textbooks, all of which owes an indispensable debt to you!"

“Even a hundred years from now, people will remember what happened today, and people will sing your praises.”

"Victory will surely belong to us."

The cheers from the playground were deafening: "Victory! Victory!"

Even the officers, including those who had been forced to comply with drug dealers' threats, felt a surge of excitement in this atmosphere.

Many people suddenly realized that even without the money Milton mentioned, they would still be willing to dedicate themselves to this great cause.

……

Evening, South Cafe Hotel in downtown Chiapas.

In this city, there are countless budget hotels named after "coffee".

Tapachula, and indeed the entire state of Chiapas, is famous for its coffee. Agricultural products and port trade are enough to feed the entire city. If it weren't for the drug traffickers, it would be a very nice little town.

beep...

A bulletproof police car stopped in front of the hotel.

At this time, even near the city center, there were significantly fewer people walking on the streets—those who were out were either not good people or hadn't brought their brains with them.

The two police officers responsible for picking up the victims opened the car door and let the three people out.

"You three rest here for a while, and get on the train and leave tomorrow."

"Officers, thank you..."

Suddenly, four motorcycles drove up from outside the street, each carrying three people. Each person was masked, wearing a motorcycle helmet, and holding a UZI.

Da da da da da…

Screams echoed throughout the street, and the windows of the bulletproof police car were instantly riddled with countless white dots!

"Holy crap! Have the drug dealers gone mad?!"

"Is the city center their territory? How dare they come here?"

"Kill them!"

The two officers instinctively raised their guns to retaliate, taking advantage of the cover and protective gear to immediately launch a counterattack on the spot.

They quickly took down several drug dealers.

However, the vehicle that appeared not far away the next moment made the two police officers feel heavy-hearted.

That's a city government car... no, or rather, it's Mayor Carmen's private security.

An RPG rocket launcher was unloaded from the vehicle and fired directly at the armored car blocking the entrance!
boom!
The two police officers managed to dodge in time, but the bulletproof car was blasted into pieces.

Drug dealers and city security personnel immediately surrounded the room and began firing indiscriminately into the room.

The two officers, hiding inside the room, exchanged a glance.

"Mr. 'Kind Father' just said that we will be written in textbooks, and our children will see everything we do today in books. Do you think that's true?"

“I don’t think he had any reason to lie to us.”

"Hahaha!"

"Sigh, $10. I never thought I could earn so much money in my lifetime. It's a pity I won't see how that money was spent."

The gunfire outside grew increasingly intense, and some people began attempting to break into the room. The two officers immediately threw grenades, killing several more drug dealers who were trying to break through.

"Officer! This is for you."

At that moment, the little girl suddenly crawled over and took out the bullet Milton had given her.

The two officers were stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

The child didn't know what bullet types were; she only knew that what she had in her hand might be of some help.

Perhaps the two officers had just thought that Milton's suggestion of including it in textbooks was just something to encourage them, but now they were starting to believe it.

"Child, keep this safe and don't lose it."

The two officers took off their bulletproof vests and carefully put them on the girl.
"When we open fire, you run in that direction and get out of there from behind. Remember, absolutely do not look back, or we'll die for nothing. This thing is heavy, but you have to hold on, okay? Go..."

At this moment, the couple also bent down and came up. They glanced at their child and patted her head.

"Officers, do you still have guns? We can fight too."

"I also brought a Glock, here you go."

"Good...we must teach these drug dealers a lesson they'll never forget!"

Boom boom boom! ! !
"..."

……

Tapachula Police Headquarters.

"Eat meat, don't just drink soup." Milton shouted, looking at the officers who hadn't yet adjusted to the dramatically improved food. "You need to eat your fill to have the energy to fight drug dealers. There's more if you need more!"

Just then, a police officer suddenly ran up in a panic, looking very unwell.

Milton looked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Milton originally planned to start preparing to recruit "anti-drug specialists," which are employees of Warwind Company, after finishing his meal.

Is there not even an hour of peace?

The officer said urgently, “‘Mr. Father’… just now, just now a colleague from the city center police station drove by, and… and brought a little girl with him.”

The other officers who were still eating also turned their attention to them.

Milton frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart: "Take me to see him, Brandon, Flora, come with me."

“We’ll join you!” Several officers in the canteen put down their cutlery, stood up, and followed Milton.

In the parking space in front of the heavily guarded police station, Milton saw a little girl with tears streaming down her face, clinging tightly to a bulletproof vest.

It was none other than the little girl who had been rescued not long ago.

Milton's expression turned quite grim. He stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "Child, what's wrong?"

Upon seeing Milton's face, the little girl, who had been tense all along, finally broke down and burst into tears, crying, "Mr. 'Mr. 'Mr. ',' please save the two police officers, please save my parents... We... we just got home, and so many people have been calling us!"

Milton looked at the girl's bulletproof vest and already knew what had happened. He took a deep breath and asked, "Tell me, what did you see? What did you hear... tell me slowly." The girl clutched the bullet tightly in her hand, crying as she tried to speak clearly, "I... before I left, I heard two police officers say something about city government security..."

"Mr. 'Mr.'s compassionate father, I beg you, please save them!"

It's probably too late.

The problem is still a shortage of manpower. With the combined strength of the police department and Milton, they can break through many places, but defending them is not so easy.

That's why Milton told people to leave quickly after rescuing them, otherwise they would definitely become targets of retaliation from drug dealers.

Their retaliation came so quickly!

Ding dong…

The bullet that the girl had been clutching tightly fell to the ground.

“The city government, is it?” Milton nodded slightly. “I see. It seems I was too lenient before. Everyone, get your gear and follow me…”

Before he could finish speaking, a car drove up from not far away. The car was full of masked people. One of the people in the back rolled down the window and threw a blood-stained sack out.

Boom boom boom! ! !
As soon as this action was taken, all sorts of sentries, both visible and concealed, opened fire without a second thought!
Before the driver could even press the accelerator, all the windows of the car were shattered, and everyone inside died.

Several police officers cautiously surrounded the sack and kicked it.

Their expressions immediately changed.

“‘Mr. Father,’ inside, inside…”

Milton bent down and placed the bullet back into the girl's hand: "Go up and rest first."

After the girl left, Milton asked, "What was it?"

"Four heads..."

Seeing their colleague die so tragically before their eyes, everyone's eyes turned red.

Milton remained remarkably calm at this point and said, "An officer has a piece of paper in his mouth. Take it out and read it to me."

This is a common tactic used by Mexican drug traffickers, who like to use various methods to threaten and intimidate, and sometimes even sign their names.

Many officials and police officers are afraid to confront drug dealers because similar incidents happen too often.

Now that Milton has arrived, they intend to repeat their old tricks!

The only "good news" was that the four men did not show any signs of torture on their faces, and it appeared that their heads were cut off after they died in the gunfight.

An officer gritted his teeth, pulled out a note, and read: "Get out of our land! You're not welcome here, stranger. If God wants to ban drugs here, we won't welcome God either!"

"A blessing from the Gulf of Mexico."

The Gulf of Mexico represents the "Gulf Group".

Good, very good, full of energy.

This ancient criminal organization, dating back to 1920, is indeed quite arrogant.

Brandon looked grim: "Boss, what do we do?"

The atmosphere was terrible; everyone was staring at Milton.

Clearly, this was a serious warning from the drug cartel to Milton, and how many ambitious officials had been deterred by such unprecedented brutality?

What will this "benevolent father" who has only been here for a day do?
Milton calmly said, "Didn't we arrest the leader of the Ironhead Gang before? Didn't he say he knew a lot of people in the Gulf Group? Let's ask him."

"Ask, ask what?"

Milton glanced at the officer who had spoken and said patiently, "Make him confess about all the Gulf Group members he knows, as well as anyone who knows the Gulf Group. I will assess the veracity of his information."

"Get the information as soon as possible."

Milton plans to directly utilize the intelligence system on the control panel—as long as the intelligence is accurate, Milton can use points to buy intelligence and use that intelligence to kill or capture members of the Gulf Group.

Then they used the same method to interrogate the newly arrested people, and then arrested and interrogated them again.

Finally, they dug out everyone in the entire Gulf Group!

“And…” Milton suddenly raised his voice and looked around, “I said before that as long as he fights for the cause of drug control, I will not treat him unfairly.”

“I have said that the officers who died in the line of duty will receive a $10 compensation.”

"Now, I will fulfill my promise."

After Milton finished speaking, he took out 21 bundles of US dollars from the briefcase—each bundle containing $1.

"I don't know how many drug dealers they killed before they sacrificed themselves. Even if each of them killed 10, with the compensation, each person would receive a total of $105000, which will be given to their families now."

“Take their families to the police station immediately, and I will arrange for a helicopter to temporarily take them to my territory.”

"Then, I need intelligence on the Gulf Group, now, immediately, right now."

"They will regret their actions today for the rest of their lives."

Several officers, who were extremely angry, could no longer contain themselves and strode into the police station's interrogation room.

The leader of the Iron Head Gang was now bound hand and foot, blindfolded, and gagged, while a police officer beat him hard with a stick soaked in salt water.

"Will you talk or not? Will you confess or not?!"

An angry officer pushed open the interrogation room door, took the baton, and ripped off the man's hood.

Immediately afterwards, a series of staff techniques, so fast they were almost invisible, began to strike the man.

To Milton, the stick was being swung so fast it was almost leaving afterimages!
“‘Mr. Father’…” an officer’s hands were trembling. “Rick and Kent, they, they… you must avenge them!”

Milton looked at the beaten Ironhead gang leader and asked, "How do you plan to avenge them?"

The officer said angrily, "I want it, I want a machine gun, no, I request to borrow your armored vehicle, I want to use a cannon to blow them up! I can pay!"

“Use cannons? That would basically mean the drug dealers die without pain,” Milton said. “It wouldn’t do much good except make their deaths look more gruesome.”

"Then, what should we do?"

After he asked that question, people including Mexican police officers, Milton's own men, and even Flora looked over.

To be honest, everyone is very curious about what Milton will do.

Previous actions have already demonstrated that Milton is very talented in this kind of "art".

It's not enough to just kill drug dealers; their minds must also be severely corrupted.

It can even include a segment featuring hellish jokes.

Do you know what it feels like to drown?

"Waterboarding?" an officer slapped his thigh. "Great, that's good! These drug dealers should experience cruelty!"

“Not enough.” Milton slowly shook his head. “Look at that girl’s eyes, look at the corpses of your comrades. Do you think this is enough? Do you think this is enough to deter drug dealers?”

The officer asked through gritted teeth, "Whatever you plan to do, we'll do as you say!"

“Let’s take this a step further than drowning.” Milton sat down in the chair. “Didn’t I bring a few truckloads of manure? Let them drown in there… Aren’t the Gulf Group people very arrogant? I’d like to see if they can still be arrogant when they’re drowning in shit.”

After these words were spoken, the previously agitated crowd fell silent.

Even the police officers who had just sworn to avenge their comrades fell silent for some reason.

I rely on...

The artist was indeed extraordinary; he could silence everyone with just one word.

"Uh, isn't this a bit too, too extreme?"

“No, it’s decided.” Milton made the decision immediately. “I want everyone in the Gulf Group to truly experience what terror is.”

Flora murmured, "...I've already felt the terror. If I were them, I would definitely kill myself before you catch me."

"This is absolutely one of the most terrifying ways to die, both for the bystanders and for the person being executed. I absolutely cannot imagine what it would be like to choke on that stuff..."

"Is this the profound knowledge and experience of veteran artists?"

"..."

"Alright, that's enough fighting." Milton ignored the others' complaints. "Go ahead and ask."

The police officer inside who was wielding the baton immediately stopped and pulled the rag out of the Iron Head Gang leader's mouth.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Ask me anything, I'll tell you everything!!!"

His eyes held an extreme fear—a fear he had never felt even when he witnessed Milton executing his men.

Nobody wants to die from drowning in feces, not even in the thought.

“Alright, keep your voice down.” Milton waved his hand. “I need information about the Gulf Group’s personnel here. Tell me everything you know… Don’t lie, okay?”

The leader of the Iron Head Gang was terrified. He almost cried out, "I won't lie! I absolutely won't lie! I'll tell you everything, please, just shoot me! I don't want to drown myself!"

"The junior manager sent by the Gulf Group is named Osir Cardenas. I don't know where he is, but I do know that he brought his nephew with him. His name is Milo! I know him. He's the kind of person who likes to seek thrills and adventure once he has some money!"

Milton nodded. "Very good, continue. Where is this Miro? What are his distinguishing features? What kind of car does he drive?"

The leader of the Iron Head Gang spilled the intelligence like beans: "He drives a silver Porsche 911, which is his favorite car! However, he is always accompanied by a lot of bodyguards when he goes out... He likes to go to nightclubs in the city center, like the Blue Flame Bar..."

"I don't know anything else!"

"I'll tell you information about other people, I'll tell you everything..."

Finally, the leader of the Iron Head Gang pleaded tearfully, "Please, just kill me with a gun, or a cannon, or even a cannon! Please, please, merciful 'father'... sir!"

Milton looked at the intelligence notification that popped up on the panel and nodded slightly.

"Alright, give him a quick death."

"Everyone else, follow me... The armored vehicles should be almost fully loaded with ammunition."

(End of this chapter)