Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 162 Mexico Also Needs Its Own 9/11 Attack
Before going upstairs, Milton took one last look at Mr. "Capitalist" fluttering in the wind on the streetlight behind him and nodded in satisfaction.

Flora whispered to herself, "The nickname 'Kind Father' is really fitting."

"What do you say?"

"Haha..." Flora laughed awkwardly. "By the way, didn't you say you had a surprise for me? Where is it? Why haven't I seen it yet?"

Milton glanced at the panel, pointed to a large metal cabinet not far away, and said, "It's inside. You'll see when you open it."

Flora's eyes lit up, and she took two steps forward, reaching out to pull open the cabinet door.

Flora was stunned for a moment when she saw the brand-new Javelin missiles inside.

"What does that mean? Did you give my missile some maintenance?"

Milton didn't even bother to look at her: "Why don't you take another look? Aren't the documents all there?"

Flora reached out and took the document with a suspicious look. She carefully examined the words on it, her expression growing increasingly astonished.

After reading it, she looked around to make sure the missiles in her hand were not models, then immediately turned and ran to another cabinet, took out the key and opened the cabinet door.

Inside lay her own set of javelins!

It really is a completely new set of Javelin missiles!

"'Tax collector'?!" Flora finally lost her composure, turning around in astonishment. "You managed to get your hands on something like that?!"

Milton shrugged. "How about it? How's the surprise? You don't have to worry about your javelin anymore."

The current replication function is still quite basic. In the future, when the area is larger and the replication time is shorter... tsk tsk, that's what will happen.

"Say no more, I like it very much." Flora gave a mock salute. "You really are the boss, the boss of bosses."

As the two were talking, a commotion finally came from the interrogation room not far away.

A police officer ran over, saluted, and said, "Great 'Father' sir, Carmen seems to be waking up soon."

Milton waved to Flora: "Go play by yourself, I'll interrogate Carmen first."

After saying that, Milton walked into the interrogation room and sat down in front of Carmen.

Carmen frowned, as if she were having a nightmare. She struggled for a long time before suddenly waking up and instinctively looking up.

His memory is frozen on the moment before he fainted in the theater.

After an unknown amount of time, consciousness suddenly returned.

Ignoring the tingling sensation all over her body, Carmen immediately opened her eyes, trying to figure out her current situation.

Then he looked up and saw Milton's slightly mocking gaze.

“Milton!” Carmen screamed almost incoherently, the handcuffs clanging. “Where am I? What are you doing? I’m the mayor, the highest-ranking official in Tapachula! You and the police have no right to arrest me!”

Milton tapped the table: "Your identity can't even scare drug dealers, do you think you can scare me?"

Upon hearing this, Carmen felt incredibly humiliated and was also somewhat speechless.

Yes, even drug dealers aren't afraid of him, the mayor, so why would Milton, that madman, be afraid of him?

In Tapachula, the Milton Cartel is far more terrifying than the Sinaloa Cartel.

Carmen looked at Milton in horror, finally unable to hold back any longer and began to explain, "You, what do you want? I... I actually don't want to cooperate with drug dealers, but the government really is out of money! So many people are unemployed, so many people need to eat, I also need votes!"

"You can't blame me! Blame the North American Free Trade Agreement, blame the Americans!"

"I just wanted my citizens to have a meal, what did I do wrong?"

“Chiapas is still at war, and all of that costs money. You’re not the mayor, so of course you don’t understand how difficult my job is!”

"If corn could still be sold, why would I sell poppies?! Isn't it just because corn doesn't fetch a good price?"

Milton asked calmly, "So, in your eyes, those police officers who were killed by drug dealers and their families weren't human beings, right?"

Carmen gritted her teeth and argued, "Reform always requires sacrificing the interests of some people; otherwise, it will only fail forever!"

"Your reforms are leading the entire city down the path of crime, sacrificing the interests of law-abiding citizens, is that it?" Milton laughed. "You speak with such righteous indignation, but tell me, can your salary afford that Mercedes S500?"

"If you truly believe you're on the right path, why do you feel an instinctive fear when you see me?"

"So, deep down you know what kind of shady business you're in, don't you?"

"..."

Carmen's earlier righteous indignation immediately deflated considerably.

"..."

“There’s no point in saying anything now, I’m already in your hands.” Carmen chose to steer clear of the topic. “Since you haven’t killed me, it means there’s still room for negotiation, right?”

“I admit you are more capable, I admit you are very powerful... Therefore, I can do things for you within my power.”

Milton looked at him with interest and continued, "Can't I just kill you now and help Councilor Vic become mayor?"

“I…” Carmen’s eyes flashed with fear again, “I… I can promise you more! More than him!”

“I know that old man Vicna better than you do. Even if you help him become mayor now, he will definitely prioritize the interests of Tapachula. He certainly won’t be willing to sell out the entire city for you!”

"But I can!"

"As long as the TV station does some propaganda, as long as they say this policy is beneficial, this contract is beneficial, even if it's a treaty that sells out the country, the people will believe it. They're uneducated, they don't understand anything!"

"Cooperate with me, and I promise you'll be the underground emperor of Tapachula!"

Carmen was going all out.

For my own life, for the position of mayor, I'd sell anything!
Milton's smile faded considerably as he looked at him: "As expected of a politician, even more shameless than I imagined."

“Haha…” Carmen laughed. “How about it? For you, cooperating with me will definitely earn you more money than cooperating with Vic. And, as long as you release me, we can sign a contract tonight.”

"As for Vic, he still has to run for office, and I don't know when that will be."

"The benefits I can offer you will be delivered immediately!"

Milton continued with interest, "And what about the drug cartel members in your group? What happened to them? You had previous collaborations with the Gulf Cartel, and even with the Sinaloa Cartel behind the Van Conn gang, right?"

“Most of them are in that theater.” Carmen showed no remorse. “You’ve probably killed them by now, haven’t you? As for the agreement, it’s fine to tear it up; it had no legal effect anyway.”

“I know a lot of their secrets. I can tell you a lot of things, even their recent arrangements!”

Carmen seemed to have finally found her value, and she became more and more excited as she spoke!
When working with drug dealers, he always felt useless, that everyone just treated him as a signing machine.

Carmen suddenly realized that the information she possessed from Milton might fetch a good price!

Milton continued nodding, "Oh...you know a lot about them, like what?"

This is actually the news that Milton is most concerned about—how much power can a useless mayor who has long been a puppet have?
Most importantly, Carmen possessed the information she needed.

"Now, the three drug cartels have reached a certain level of understanding. They have chosen to temporarily put aside their past grievances and have begun limited cooperation, intending to join forces to eliminate you."

Milton said in a flat tone, "You can keep telling me things that even street kids know, I don't mind."

This calm tone sent a chill down Carmen's spine for no apparent reason.

"If I tell you, will you let me go? Will I still be able to be mayor?"

Milton continued smiling, without saying a word, and even glanced down at his watch.

"Fine, fine!" Carmen gave a wry smile. "I understand... I'm not going to be mayor anymore, but at least leave me some of my assets and a car. I promise I'll leave this place and never appear before you again, okay?"

"I can cooperate with you, I can resign through the proper procedures, I can give a resignation speech, but you have to give me a way out, right?"

“Alright.” Milton nodded. “As long as you honestly tell me everything you know and come up with a sum of money you think is appropriate to buy your life, I can let you go. But I advise you to be honest. There’s a lie detector in this room. If you dare to tell even half a lie, I’ll know immediately, understand?”

"Now, tell me everything you know, word for word."

Carmen breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the assurance and said, "Right now, the group that most wants to get rid of you is actually the Juarez Group."

Milton raised his eyes. "Oh? It's them? Why?"

Driven by hatred, Milton first eliminated the Sinaloa Group's agent, Van Cong, burying their spoils of victory; then he launched a heavy attack on the Gulf Group, inflicting heavy losses on the core members of the future "Zeta Group".

These two are probably the ones who hate themselves the most, right?
“Cardenas himself is not a core leader of the Gulf Group, and he can’t clear his name of the things you’ve framed him for… You have no idea how much impact your news has had, to the point that the Gulf Group has started to want to cut ties with this ‘super terrorist’ Cardenas.”

"Perhaps Cardenas hates you to the core, but within the Gulf Group, dissatisfaction with Cardenas has also reached its peak. They certainly hate you too, but they hate Cardenas even more for causing them so much trouble."

"The Sinaloa Group... Actually, among all the groups, they are relatively moderate. Didn't you notice that they removed the bounty on you at some point? They even wanted to cooperate with you, but you didn't agree."

If the Medellín Group is a tyrant, the Guadalajara Group is a tribe, the Tijuana Group is an assassin, the Gulf Group is a peasant, Los Zetas (Zeta) is a warlord, and the CJNG is a madman, then the Sinaloa Group is a businessman.

“Right now, the most motivated and capable group to eliminate you is the Juarez Group… Perhaps this place is too far for the Gulf Group and the Sinaloa Group, but for the Juarez Group, distance is not an issue at all!” Milton nodded: “Who is the Juarez Group’s agent here?”

A look of fear flashed across Carmen's face as he said, "Rudolf Carrillo Fuentes... He, he is Amado's brother."

Amado, the leader of the Juarez Group, is known as the "King of the Sky".

Milton knew that in 2004, he and his wife were killed in the street by Sinaloa Cartel gunmen after watching a movie.

It seems the Juarez Group values ​​this place highly, having sent such an important leader here.

Milton nodded knowingly: "It's a big shot who wants to deal with me. So how does he plan to do it?"

“Since they’re the ‘Kings of the Sky,’ they’ll naturally send planes.” A hint of fear flashed in Carmen’s eyes. “As far as I know, they’ve already built an airport runway, and Rudolf plans to use a Boeing 727 to transport supplies directly to deal with you!”

"They flew over from their core control area, which is Juarez!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Milton's panel displayed the corresponding information.

Carmen wasn't lying; the Juarez Group did indeed intend to send a Boeing 727 directly to transport supplies and personnel, and to fight Milton!
"A grand gesture," Milton nodded, praising, "Where is their airport?"

"I... I only know the approximate location... Bring me the map, and I can tell you. As far as I know, the plane will be ready in three or four days."

"Also, Cardenas has calmed down now. He and his men are planning to withdraw from the El Carmen community. I've arranged for them to stay in a building in the suburbs, specifically... that place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, so be careful."

"The Sinaloa Group plans to wage a city war against you by paying you money... Their underlings have already withdrawn, and from the attitude they conveyed to me, it seems they are somewhat willing to give up here. At least they won't personally get involved, but it's still very troublesome."

“I heard that this person has found out some information about Pablo’s legacy, and he doesn’t want to get involved in your affairs for the time being.”

"..."

Carmen talked on and on for almost half an hour.

Various messages flashed across Milton's panel.

There were some things Carmen didn't explain clearly, such as the location of the airport, so Milton used some red points to fill in the gaps.

These drug cartels finally couldn't sit still any longer and decided to make a final stand.

Milton's forces are currently holding the front lines in Guatemala, and this aircraft could pose a significant threat – it will likely include rocket launchers, and possibly even anti-tank and anti-aircraft missiles!
Carmen's mouth was dry from talking, and after she had vomited most of it, she gave a wry smile: "That's pretty much all I know. That should be detailed enough, right?"

“Good.” Milton stood up and nodded. “You can go and prepare your resignation speech.”

Seeing that Milton really had no intention of making a move, Carmen breathed a sigh of relief: "Good, good..."

As soon as he left the interrogation room, Milton noticed the solemn expressions on the faces of many police officers and soldiers.

Even Flora, Brandon, and Ismaila, who came with him, didn't look relaxed.

Clearly, the information Carmen just revealed put them under a lot of pressure—the police might have an advantage over either side of the drug cartel.

However, if the three companies join forces, and Juarez Group provides air transport as a supply, things become more complicated.

"What's wrong? Why does everyone look like that?" Milton looked around. "If anyone has something to say, just say it."

"The decisive battle is about to begin, and it's going to be a fierce one," Omar sighed. "In urban warfare like this, casualties are usually high... but I believe victory will be ours."

The chief started the discussion, and the other officers and soldiers nodded vigorously in agreement.

“‘Kind Father’ sir, please rest assured, we are willing to stand here and have long been prepared to die in battle. Please take care of my family!”

"Bah! So what if he died in battle? After he dies, my child will have enough money to last him until he graduates from university, and he'll have a father who's like a hero!"

"Bring the drug dealers here!"

"Fight them! Who's afraid of who!"

"We've fought so many battles before, this is the last one, we absolutely will not lose!"

"The drug dealers are the ones who are anxious; they're going all in!"

"If I survive, I'll get married..."

"..."

Despite the immense pressure, no one showed any fear.

Compared to the previous environment where no one could be trusted, and where drug traffickers were so powerful that it was despairing, this current difficulty is nothing to them.

Milton chuckled and waved his hand. "You guys are all a bit too tense. There's no need for that. Trust me, victory won't come so easily. Alright, after a busy afternoon, everyone must be hungry. Let's go eat."

After greeting the soldiers, Milton went to his office.

"Now that we've finished the encouraging words, let's talk about how to fight." Flora chose a good seat and sat down. "The arrival of that plane full of weapons, equipment, and personnel from the Juarez Group is indeed a big problem."

Milton began, “Therefore, we cannot place the battlefield in the city.”

Flora had already anticipated Milton's various maneuvers, and she agreed, saying, "Yes, I also think we should take the initiative, either by targeting the planes or by intercepting the convoy."

"That's right. Their airport might be difficult to attack, and our casualties might still be significant—they will definitely protect the airport 24 hours a day, and they might even have very good night-fighting equipment."

"Of course, it's definitely much better than urban warfare."

"..."

Omar and Brandon agreed with the plan, nodding and looking at Milton, waiting for his final decision.

Milton smiled and shook his head: "Since you've all said that the drug cartel anticipated our possible attack on the airport, they'll have deployed a large force there to defend it, with various sentries, landmines, artillery, and heavy machine guns..."

"We're already outnumbered, and now we're going to attack from their home turf?"

"We only have two armored vehicles available right now, which is simply not enough to withstand their firepower."

“Drug dealers might even be waiting for us to attack the airport—don’t do what the enemy wants you to do, for a simple reason: because the enemy wants you to do it.”

“This is not the case when we attacked Fan Kangbang’s camp and they were completely unprepared.”

After listening, Omar gave a wry smile: "You're right... So, should we still fight a city-wide war?"

Flora thought for a moment and came up with a rather bold idea: "We brought Stinger missiles, right? Let's see if we can bring the plane down. Hitting a large plane with these missiles requires some skill and luck, but it's not entirely impossible."

"Or perhaps we could gamble with self-propelled anti-aircraft guns?"

After going on so many crazy missions with Milton, Flora's imagination and creativity have gradually improved.

“If my plan ultimately fails, then use your plan.” Milton tapped the table. “If your plan still fails, then prepare for the worst: fight a city war.”

Flora's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "You really have a plan? Tell me about it!"

“You’ve overlooked a very important piece of information. Carmen made it very clear: to minimize losses, drug traffickers are currently retreating and waiting for reinforcements. For example, the Gulf Cartel is hiding in that building.”

"Their control over Tapachula is much, much weaker than before."

“This naturally includes Tapachula International Airport.”

"Omar... getting a few plane tickets to Juarez without the drug cartel finding out shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Omar shook his head blankly at first: "It's not difficult... but you'll have to go to Juarez to do it..."

Halfway through the question, his eyes suddenly widened.

Not only him, but everyone else in the office stared wide-eyed.

Flora nearly stood up: "Holy crap, you wouldn't be...?"

“We can’t attack his landing airport, but we can try to sneak into his takeoff airport, board the plane, and hijack it after takeoff,” Milton chuckled. “Do you think anyone would expect us to attack their airport in Juarez?”

"You... Holy crap! You're amazing, you're amazing!"

Omar raised a very practical question: "I can guarantee that your information will not be leaked, but... how are you going to bring your weapons and equipment over? This is a civilian airliner, you definitely can't bring equipment."

How do I bring it over?
too easy.

No, I flew there and changed it from the panel on-site.

“I have connections,” Milton waved his hand. “The equipment can be obtained in Juarez.”

Flora was getting a little excited, and she pressed, "And then what? If the hijacking is successful, what do you plan to do?"

“Didn’t Carmen say that the drug dealers were all concentrated in one building?” Milton said casually. “Let’s crash a plane into it—ha, I was so busy framing the Sinaloa Cartel and the Gulf Cartel that I almost forgot about those bastards from Juarez.”

"Since they're so eager to be identified as terrorists, then I don't need to be polite."

Mexico, too, can have its own 911.

Using the identity of a tree to guide the world's evolution, and using the perspective of a tree to record the changes in civilization.
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(End of this chapter)