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Chapter 160 Tutorial on Making Poison Gas Similar to That Used by the Russian Army
Milton was by no means a passive, defensive person.

The drug dealers want to get rid of Vic, so Milton should kill Carmen first and start the election!

Perfect timing! Now is also an excellent opportunity for assassination—the drug traffickers have just stormed the park, and the prison has just been breached. It's a good chance to do bad things under their name.

“Okay.” Flora nodded. “Shall we set off now? Do you know where our target is?”

“First ask Chief Omar, ask Senator Vic, and see if he knows what Carmen has been up to lately,” Milton said. “If he doesn’t know, interrogate the drug dealers who are still alive on the ground. If he still doesn’t know… then forget it.”

Do not engage in battle with the enemy in unfamiliar territory.

“No problem… Let’s go back first. Take the wounded and fallen officers with us too; they deserve to be treated like heroes.”

"Prepare the compensation."

After giving his instructions, Milton's convoy returned to the police station.

At the police station entrance, they saw Congressman Vic being helped off an armored vehicle, his face pale.

To be honest, Milton was also a little scared. If this old man had really been shot in the head, it wouldn't have been so easy to find someone he could work with stably and who could be elected mayor.

“Let’s put those of your speaking engagements on hold for now,” Milton said, glancing at Vic. “If you keep giving these speeches, I won’t be able to afford the officers’ compensation.”

In this operation, two police officers were killed and five were injured, which is insignificant compared to the dozens of casualties suffered by the drug traffickers.

But drug dealers have no cost when people die.

Moreover, drug dealers and Milton's henchmen cannot be simply measured in heads.

Vic gave a wry smile: "But if I don't give speeches, how can I inspire people, how can I run for mayor? Without setting an example, the people won't be united."

“At least after today’s speech, you’ve set a good example,” Milton said. “A failed assassination attempt can boost public support a lot… So, what you need to do now is survive.”

“I understand…” Vic turned around, glanced at the injured officers, and a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes. “These officers sacrificed themselves to protect me. I will cover their compensation.”

"If I eventually become mayor, I will ensure that their relatives and descendants can live well."

"I will fund a grand funeral for those who have sacrificed their lives. They will be draped in the national flag and laid to rest in glory in a church..."

Milton shook his head: "The funeral can be arranged, but let's wait until everything is settled. I've learned a profound lesson from this."

From a purely profit-driven perspective, digging up a hero's grave doesn't yield much money.

But drug dealers are a bunch of lunatics.

"no problem……"

“Alright, let’s not talk about this for now.” Milton waved his hand. “I have something to do now, and I need your cooperation—use your connections to tell me Mayor Carmen’s recent itinerary.”

Vic thought for a moment and asked, "Are you really going to kill him?"

"It is urgent."

“Alright, I’ll have someone try to get some information.” Vic gave a wry smile. “I really didn’t expect things to develop to this point. The two sides have reached a point where there’s no political understanding left between them.”

"This is a very, very bad head."

Congressman Vic is not wrong; Mexican politics began to lose all sense of decency around this time.

They can even kill presidential candidates!

"Tell me as soon as you have any news." Milton waved his hand, not wanting to talk about these distant topics. "I need to prepare an attack plan."

About half an hour later, Flora brought a report into her office.

"There's news! There's news! And it's good news!"

Just as Milton was about to speak, a notification suddenly popped up on the panel.

A complete set of FGM-148 anti-tank missiles, ammunition, and related documents has been successfully cloned and produced in five days (the more tax revenue the host has and the larger the territory, the less time it takes)

The replica has been placed in the nearest storage location (including the replica, all weapons on the panel are legally registered, have independent documentation, and are not smuggled goods)

[You can now select the next copy]

Five days to replicate a set of javelins... that's a bit too long. We really need to keep conquering territory.

Milton chose to replicate the FIM-92 Stinger anti-aircraft missile this time.

Then he looked at Flora and nodded, saying, "Go ahead, and I also have some good news to tell you later."

Flora hissed, then, thinking about the potentially huge reward she would receive, immediately became enthusiastic and spread the documents on the table: "Just now, an informant from a police officer gave us concrete intelligence that Carmen and his confidants, along with some local capitalists, are having entertainment at the Sokonusco Theater in the city center."

"It's a great opportunity."

At the theater?
Milton was initially skeptical, but after the panel gave an affirmative answer, he was somewhat taken aback: "Is Carmen out of her mind? There was a gunfight in Central Park just now, so many people died, and instead of hiding, she went to the theater?"

Flora made an "uh" sound and said, "Logically speaking, what he did is quite normal. Nobody would have expected that after surviving an assassination attempt and suffering losses, instead of retreating to the police station to lick our wounds, we would launch a full-scale attack..."

"In their understanding, it's not surprising that there's a brief period of peace after a major war."

“Are you kidding me? This is war, not child’s play. But it’s alright, I originally planned to attack the safe house.” Milton nodded. “The enemy is inside the theater. What’s your plan?”

Flora pointed to the theater layout map provided by the police station and said, "That theater is quite old and doesn't have many safety exits. Also, the theater's interior space is quite large, so there's no need for complicated CQB. The only problem is that there are probably quite a few security personnel inside."

"However, our objective is not to clear the building, but to assassinate the target, so the casualties are not expected to be high."

"This is the detailed battle plan..."

Milton frowned and raised his hand: "Wait a minute, what do you mean, the casualties won't be particularly high?"

“Exactly, there might be 2-5 casualties.” Flora shrugged, a little helpless. “There’s nothing we can do. Not many entrances and exits means it’s easy to defend and difficult to attack… You can’t just throw another 450 kilograms down, can you? This time you can’t evacuate the surrounding people in advance, it’ll really turn into a terrorist attack.”

"With our current firepower, even if we bomb the area outside the armored vehicle theater, we might not be able to take down the target. It could even cause part of the building to collapse, giving the target more escape routes."

“Carmen is in cahoots with drug dealers, and many prisoners are gathered around them. If this drags on, it might escalate into another street shootout.”

Milton, however, had a sudden inspiration and asked, "Do you think it's possible for us to use poison gas to incapacitate everyone in the theater? You said it's an old theater, and the air conditioning and ventilation systems probably aren't very good."

This is an operation carried out by the Russians in 2002, which resulted in the deaths of many hostages and is one of the origins of the "Russian counter-terrorism joke".

There may be innocent theater staff members, and to avoid implicating them as much as possible, releasing anesthetic gas is a good way—as long as the dosage of the gas can be controlled.

Flora was stunned for a long time, then gave a thumbs up: "Okay...you're ruthless, but where are you going to find enough poison gas to take down a small theater? They'll be gone by this evening at the latest. Can you really get that much poison gas in such a short time?"

Milton looked at the former NATO soldier, his face blank for a moment: "Really? You don't know how poison gas is made? Aren't you a veteran?"

Flora sighed deeply: "Brother, I'll call you brother from now on... Brother, I'm a regular soldier, I'm not a terrorist!"

Who the hell knows how this thing is made?

“Sigh! Learn more and observe more in the future.” Milton shook his head. “Call the others over, and I’ll teach you how to do it.”

Flora nodded vigorously and quickly called the others over.

Even Omar and Vic came over—they had heard about Milton's exploits in the neighboring country during this time.

How can we not watch such a great show now?

Omar was already showing signs of being led astray. He found a seat in the front row and asked, "How exactly do you plan to do this? What raw materials do you need? I'll send someone to buy them for you right away."

"What raw materials do we need? Haven't the enemy already sent them to us?" Milton put down his water glass and said, "Haven't the anti-drug efforts been going very well these past two days?"

"Yes, the officers have taken down a lot of drug dealers and seized a lot of contraband... but, uh, what does this have to do with the production of poison gas?"

In everyday English and Spanish, there is usually no single word that is completely equivalent to the Chinese word "drugs". Instead, one has to rely on the context or use prefixes such as "illegal" to distinguish between them.

Of course, the legal and medical terminology includes "narcóticos," which has a somewhat negative connotation and specifically refers to "anesthetics," or opioids, so Milton found it easier to use.

Milton tapped the table: "The stuff you confiscated could be raw materials for poison gas. Now tell me, what kinds have you collected?"

“Sam, bring me the register of the items we’ve confiscated!” Omar called out, then turned back. “I’m really curious to see what you’re going to do.”

Soon, the form was placed in front of Milton.

He skipped over stimulants like methamphetamine and went straight to opioids.

“Oh? You actually have this?” Milton looked up and pointed to the word “Fentanyl” on the form. “Okay, then we’ll take this.”

Milton originally planned to make a simple version of poison gas using powder, but since they have advanced materials, that's even better.

Although it's still not as good as the Russians, it's about the same.

"We only collected less than 10 grams of this stuff. Is that enough?" Omar asked, a little worried. "Isn't it a bit too little?"

“This is the raw material, 90% pure raw material! Their theater is only about 1000 cubic meters, 10 grams of this could send everyone to meet God, and if God gets too close to them, they’ll all have to go to rehab!” Milton complained. “5 grams at most.”

This stuff, just 2mg, can directly kill an adult male, which is the weight of a few grains of salt.

What does 10g mean? It's already a weapon of mass destruction.

Most importantly, it can be absorbed by the human body through the skin or mucous membranes. If you can fill a theater with it, it's almost a certainty that it will poison people.

Omar wiped away a cold sweat and nodded quickly, asking, "So, what's next? How do we turn these things into poison gas?"

He really didn't expect that this thing, which hadn't even been officially listed yet and was reported to be similar to powder, could be so powerful.

According to Milton's description, this is 50 times more powerful than pure powder!
"Making solvents, of course! Can you get propylene glycol? If not, medical alcohol will do." Milton was a little exasperated, feeling like he was being taught math by a child. "Then we can get some fog machines, agricultural sprayers, stage fog machines, anything. Adjust the nozzles to 5-10 micrometer particles, no problem, right?"

"Then we take control of the theater's perimeter and the air conditioning vents—make sure to destroy the filters first."

"Finally, activate the atomizing device. Everyone will collapse in about 5 minutes. Simple, right?" This is the same poison gas used by the Alpha team, but slightly degraded.

But it's more than enough for this small theater.

If you really can't find an atomizer, Milton can exchange it for an agricultural one on the panel—this thing isn't even military equipment, so it doesn't cost any red points.

Flora was silent for a moment, then began to clap.

“‘Tax collector,’ you know, I’ve always respected you as the boss.”

Brandon remarked, "No wonder the boss always says that knowledge is power... that power is indeed immense."

"Stop talking nonsense." Milton interrupted the group. "Get moving now, or we'll have nowhere to cry when Carmen leaves."

Vic, who had been listening quietly the whole time, thought of a crucial question and asked, "Wouldn't this poison gas have a strong smell? Wouldn't that make Carmen realize something was wrong beforehand?"

If it's detected by smell, unexpected situations may arise.

Milton shook his head: "If you use propylene glycol as a solvent, it will be completely odorless; if you use medical alcohol, it will be slightly pungent, but it will be similar to the smell of disinfectant, and very faint, so it won't arouse suspicion. It's perfectly normal for a theater to smell like disinfectant."

All the questions were answered, and the others immediately began to take action.

Soon only Flora and Milton remained in the room.

Flora exclaimed, "I never expected you to be such a cultured person."

“Where did your basic knowledge go… The more complex something is, the less practical it becomes,” Milton couldn’t help but complain. “You’ve just forgotten everything you learned.”

"Are you really not a retired terrorist...?"

Milton squinted: "If I were really a terrorist, would I care about the concentration of poison gas? I'd just poison everyone to death. Within our capabilities, it's better not to harm civilians... A single number in our battle report might mean the destruction of a family, and we'd have to pay compensation. Why bother?"

Milton will not be morally coerced. It is just that the enemy cannot threaten Milton when they have hostages, but it does not mean that Milton will kill innocent people indiscriminately.

After 20 minutes of intense planning, a new employee from Zhanfeng Company came up and excitedly reported.

“Great ‘benevolent father’ sir! Everything is ready as you requested, we can set off now!”

"However, we were unable to obtain the propylene glycol you mentioned. We got some medical alcohol from the infirmary's inventory, is that alright?"

"Enough medical alcohol, and the nebulizer is ready? Good." Milton nodded slightly, then added with a slight criticism, "By the way, this is war, don't get too excited."

The soldier composed himself, but the excitement in his eyes was still evident: "Yes, 'Father' sir!"

Mr. “Mr. Loving Father” actually used some seemingly insignificant materials to create poison gas in just a few tens of minutes that was said to be able to poison a city!

"Alright, you can go now. We'll be leaving right away."

Milton paid little attention to his men's fighting spirit, stretched his body, put on his heavy body armor, and walked downstairs.

Before he even went downstairs, he felt that the gazes around him were a bit strange, and he subconsciously glanced at them.

The officers' expressions changed, and they quickly stood at attention, straightening their backs in awe as they saluted, saying, "Hello, great 'benevolent father' sir!"

Good afternoon, Mr. "Kind Father"!

Long live Mr. 'Mr. Loving Father'!

"..."

Milton, clueless about their scheme, shook his head and turned to go downstairs.

Then he heard the police officers behind him starting to whisper among themselves.

"Have you heard? Mr. 'Mr. Loving Father' has just developed a very powerful weapon!"

"I've heard about it... poison gas, right?"

"Not only that, I heard that Mr. 'Mr. Loving Father' spent less than 20 minutes making a large number of poison gas bombs from a pile of garbage!"

"I heard these poison gas bombs can kill half the city!"

"That's a big city like Tijuana. In a small city like ours, I've heard that three cities could be poisoned in an instant!"

"Do we need to wear gas masks later?"

"..."

Milton finally understood why these people were looking at him so strangely—someone was spreading rumors again!

I hope I don't catch the person who spread this rumor!
Milton arrived at the playground very quickly.

Flora briefly explained the tactical arrangements.

"Has everyone memorized the theater's layout and remembered the target's face?"

"We'll drive over there and take care of the security outside the theater first. Then Team A will block all the theater's exits."

"Team B sabotages the filter and begins releasing the poison gas."

"In 5 minutes, Team B, put on your gas masks and storm the theater. Prioritize taking down Mayor Carmen before dealing with other secondary targets—the target is most likely in the VIP box on the second floor. Once the 15-minute time limit is up, immediately retreat. Understand?"

“The snipers have already taken their positions at nearby high points, so we don’t need to handle the cleanup.”

"Roger that!"

To make the operation run more smoothly, Milton prepared AS VAL special assault rifles and VSS sniper rifles for the soldiers.

We don't insist on being completely undetectable, but we will try to mute as much as possible.

The two groups immediately got into the bulletproof police car, while the old farm vehicle next to them was started.

The convoy drove out of the police station, took the shortest route, and headed straight for the Central Theater.

The police station wasn't far from the city center, and Milton soon saw the Sokonusco Theater through the windshield.

The Sokonusco Theater's gray-white cement facade is slightly mottled, its carved wooden doors are tightly closed, and security personnel on the stone steps on both sides are lazily scanning the street with a very perfunctory attitude.

A black Mercedes-Benz S500 was parked in the staff passageway on the west side of the theater—this was Mayor Carmen's most prized car, and its presence indicated that the mayor was also there.

The walkie-talkie relayed information reports from all parties.

It seems the target hasn't left, that's good.

"Team A, in position. Target located. Six security personnel in total at the front..."

"Team B in position, target located, 4 security personnel, armed."

"This is Ishimaya. Sniper team has spotted two targets. They can be dealt with immediately. Over."

"..."

Milton nodded slightly: "Very good. Take care of all security at the same time, control all entrances, and have the gas team follow up!"

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, a police officer jumped out of the vehicle with an AS VAL special assault rifle, and pulled the trigger after regaining his footing!

stomping on...

Before the security guards could react, a dense barrage of fire covered their position, and they immediately fell into pools of blood.

They were completely unprepared for the attack!
Police officers rushed forward and quickly secured the main entrance and an employee passageway.

"Team A is in place."

"Team B in position, filter removed."

"The target has been eliminated."

Communication between combat units was very brief. Once the threat was confirmed to be eliminated, the farm vehicle immediately took position, ready to release the poison gas.

Team B, responsible for the indoor attack, also put on gas masks and assembled at the theater entrance.

Meanwhile, some police officers angrily shouted at the onlookers, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Can't you see we're conducting counter-terrorism operations? Can't you see we're all wearing gas masks?!"

"Get out of here! You even brought the child here?! What kind of irresponsible parent are you?"

"Those who don't want to die, go home right now, close the doors and windows tightly, draw the curtains, cover your mouth and nose with a wet towel, and hide under the bed!"

"Evacuate immediately! Everyone must evacuate!!!"

Milton looked at the officers, speechless for a moment: "..."

I can't imagine what kind of rumors will spread after this operation—it's like a nuclear attack is about to happen!

Everyone's spreading rumors; it's out of control.

After clearing away all irrelevant personnel, the officers looked at Milton with awe: "'Mr. Father,' everything is ready. The air conditioning system is working, and the gas is expected to fill the entire theater soon!"

Milton sighed, put on his own gas mask, and waved his hand: "Very good, begin releasing the gas!"

As the order was given, the toxic fumes were poured into the air conditioning vents and sent into the theater...

PS1: Thank you to the patron of Northwest Mudslide Lickdog, thank you!!! I will add an extra chapter another day. Including yesterday's, I owe 2 chapters.

PS2: The Alpha team used CAR-T, FE-T, and TE-N.

(End of this chapter)