Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 165 Juarez Cartel, onboard!
Tax bureau, tax audit...

Those who survived the first volley of fire, or those who were not immediately killed, instinctively sought cover in the cramped cabin.

But this sudden remark left me a little confused.

What kind of tax collector is this?
They were already on the plane, eating and drinking, when suddenly some tax bureau appeared out of nowhere and came to their door to investigate their taxes.
Dude, this is an airplane, can't you please respect the laws of physics...?

For many on the plane, this roar even profoundly shook their worldview.

"and many more……"

Boom boom boom! ! !
Milton only shouted it out of a sense of ceremony and had no intention of really showing mercy. His hands moved quickly, and each short burst of fire accurately took down a drug dealer who was eating and drinking too much.

"Crew members, if you don't want to die, don't contact the ground, understand?"

The captain, first officer, and engineer had never seen, or even heard of, any tax bureau that could come to someone else's plane to collect taxes, so they dared not speak and could only nod repeatedly to indicate that they would cooperate.

In less than 10 seconds, most of the drug dealers on the plane were killed—including the prison guards and cooks of Zhu Damai, who also fell victim to gunfire.

"Remember to finish him off." Milton didn't even turn his head. After giving the order to those behind him, he carefully moved forward two steps, keeping his gun pointed at Rudolf, whose legs were trembling.

With too many weapons and Milton's manpower insufficient, it's best not to leave any future problems.

Flora quickly finished off the men on the ground, then walked over to Milton and looked at Rudolf with a mocking gaze.

"Wait, wait!" Rudolf looked at the soldiers before him who didn't appear particularly fierce, but who all exuded a ruthless, bloodthirsty aura. "Gentlemen, at least tell me, who are you..."

"Since you didn't kill me, it means there's still room for negotiation, isn't it?"

"We don't need to be so tense."

As if to show his sincerity, Rudolf carefully moved his raised right hand down slowly, first touching the barrel of the Colt Python gun on his waist with his fingers, and then using two fingers to take out the exquisite revolver and place it on the table.

He believed this was sufficient proof of his sincerity and determination for peace.

Milton remained unmoved, took two steps forward, threw his pistol behind him, grabbed Rudolf by the throat, and pinned him to the ground.

After searching him thoroughly, Milton handcuffed him before throwing him onto the sofa.

“'Anvil' and 'Poison', you two take over the plane, 'Bottle' will cover me.”

"receive."

Soon, gunshots and screams came from the cockpit of the plane.

Without hesitation, "Anvil" and "Poison" chose to eliminate the crew and take control of the aircraft themselves.

Rudolf looked at the fact that all the men he had brought were dead, and his heart sank. He knew that this hurdle might not be easy to overcome.

"Gentlemen... since you haven't killed me, it means you must know my identity."

"Like I said before, I can talk—I can talk about anything."

"Are you the DEA or the IRS? You should be the IRS, right?"

“I’ve heard that the IRS taxes the world and is everywhere… You guys are really something. Okay, so how much money do you want? Take whatever you want from this plane, or do you want to take the whole plane?”

“If this isn’t enough, I can come up with some more money… as long as you can get me back to Juarez safely.”

"I know your IRS rules: once you pay back taxes, you won't cooperate with other U.S. federal agencies, is that right?"

Despite the pain, Rudolf spoke eloquently, demonstrating his sincerity.

The only thing that puzzled him was why the IRS agents didn't change direction much after hijacking the plane.
Shouldn't we just turn around and fly directly towards the United States?

Even if his brother Amado had extraordinary abilities, he wouldn't be able to rescue him by force.

Milton asked coldly, "Weren't you just mocking Cardenas of the Gulf Group? But I don't think you're much better than him."

Rudolf immediately became agitated: "Sir, what are you saying! Cardenas is just a small-time boss in the Gulf Group, to put it bluntly, a bodyguard and thug! I'm a big boss, I'm the brother of the 'King of the Sky'! I'm much richer than him!"

Amado had two important brothers: Rudolf and Vicente, who was known as the "Vice-King".

After the "King of the Sky" seemingly faked his death and escaped in 1997, Vicente took over the Juarez Group from him.

It's not an exaggeration for Rudolf to call himself the big boss.

“But you don’t even recognize me—I’m not an IRS employee.”

Rudolf was a little embarrassed, but he still smiled shamelessly: "Then, then you are..."

“Just now at the dinner table, didn’t you insult me ​​one out of every three sentences? Don’t you know my name is ‘Milton’?” Milton said slowly. “I remember all the insults you said to me.”

Cold sweat was visibly dripping down Rudolf's forehead.

"Ah, haha, it's you, sir... I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you! Ah, hahahahaha!"

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This is Milton?! You're telling me, this guy who somehow got on his plane is that country bumpkin Milton?!

Where are these supposedly poor people from Chiapas and a motley crew from Guatemala?

He'd believe it if you told him it was a seal!

No wonder the course didn't change...

Milton glanced at him and said, "It's alright, I'm a pretty magnanimous person—I believe there are countless people in this world who are cursing me, but I don't have time to bother them."

"Besides, most of what you said is correct."

“But you’ve underestimated the severity—I’m far more terrifying than you imagine.”

Rudolf laughed awkwardly and said, "Okay, okay! This plane and everything on it are yours. As long as you let me go, I'll give you money, lots of money! In addition, I guarantee that all the armed forces of the Juarez Group will withdraw from Tapachula."

“I swear to you, if you let me go back, the Juarez Group will announce the next day that it recognizes the Milton Group’s status in Chiapas.”

“You can even become ‘Tapachula Cartel’ or ‘Chiapas Qatar’!”

"This area wasn't originally our core territory... If we clear up the misunderstanding today, we can cooperate and make money together tomorrow, how about it?"

Seeing the obsequious expression on the man's face, Milton felt a little better.

It wasn't that he liked being flattered, but rather that his account had received another deposit.

Only after taking charge of a household do you realize how expensive daily necessities are, especially since Milton is currently indulging in reckless military expansion—almost all the money he previously plundered from two other drug dealers and Mayor Carmen has been poured into the battlefield.

Recruiting soldiers in Mexico is a super money-shredding machine.

Of course, Mexico is indeed a major power, and its drug cartels are indeed organizations with extremely high profit margins and abundant cash flow.

In just a few days, Milton amassed a huge sum of money.

Milton pulled a piece of paper and a pen from a nearby cabinet and threw them on the table.

"Write it yourself, including the bank account and transfer method."

Rudolph seemed to understand perfectly, and he quickly said, "Well, Mr. Milton, there's no need for that. Please go to my bedroom; there's a checkbook in the second compartment of my suitcase."

"I'll just write down a number for you; it's anonymous, and you can withdraw it at will."

"The combination to the suitcase is 9110."

Flora immediately went to his bedroom and pulled out the checkbook he had mentioned from his suitcase.

“Let him write it himself.” Milton waved his hand and said to Flora, “Let’s go to the back and see what kind of equipment they have to deal with us.”

"can!"

Flora tossed aside her checkbook and strode toward the cargo hold.

Although it will most likely contain rifles, body armor, and man-portable missiles and rocket launchers, and although most of these items will crash with the plane, it's still enough to make people look forward to it.

The Juarez Cartel has smuggled an unknown amount of drugs across the Guatemalan border, and the taxes owed are astronomical. Every item Milton seizes earns him red points.

With a few more points, Milton could even upgrade himself to a small gunboat immediately after capturing the port!
Even if the cargo inside the cabin is destroyed, the panel will still count the points—the panel has no restrictions on how to handle the spoils after the raid.

"..."

After opening several boxes, the contents were indeed similar to what Milton had imagined.

M16s, UZIs and some other miscellaneous guns, as well as Stinger missiles.

It seems that even after Milton seized the Gulf Cartel's Stinger missiles last time, these drug traffickers haven't given up and still want to take back the skies.

"They're all pretty good." Flora checked them over and nodded. "The only one that's suitable to take with you is the 'Poison Sting' set."

We'll dismantle this missile system, give everyone a piece, and then parachute down.

“What’s the rush? There’s still one more crate.” Milton looked at a relatively large crate in the cargo hold. “Let’s see what’s inside.”

With that, Milton reached out, pulled up the latch on the box, and opened the door.

Then Milton's eyes widened.

"I rely on!"

"I rely on!!!"

Milton and Flora shouted it out almost in unison.

Inside is actually a set of drone parts!

It looks like an Israeli Scout drone!

It's an old thing from 1982, and it looks like it's second-hand. Once assembled, it's quite large, with a fuselage length of over 3 meters and a wingspan of 5 meters... It can't compare to the drones that DJI will be making in the future, but it's still a drone!

With a service ceiling of 4500 meters, an endurance of 7 hours, and a control range of 100 kilometers!

Israel's past dominance was largely due to its strong information warfare capabilities, such as this drone, which is the first drone to be deployed in actual combat.

With this, gathering intelligence will be so much easier in the future.

First, it is difficult to detect by radar; second, with it, highly efficient close-range reconnaissance can be conducted, eliminating the need to risk sending personnel to investigate. The enemy still treats their territory like a precious treasure, fiercely guarding it, unaware that Milton has already mapped out their defenses from afar.

Bringing this thing to Guatemala would make things completely transparent to Milton by the government forces!

Good stuff, really good stuff!
No wonder he's called the "King of the Sky," he can even get his hands on such good equipment!

At least for this moment, Milton accepted Amado's nickname.

But... Milton, amidst his excitement, realized a problem.

Milton and Flora turned to each other almost simultaneously, asking the same question: "How are we going to take this thing with us?!"

Damn it, Milton doesn't have a runway for 727s!

Flora hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "How about we avoid the collision and contact Omar to have the plane land at the airport?"

That's one way...

Drug traffickers are now retreating, so if the plan to crash the plane is abandoned and the plane is landed at the airport, the drone can be safely brought down.

Milton was very tempted by the equipment, and his instinctive greed made him quickly agree to the plan.

“Not good.” But Milton remained calm, thought for a moment, and shook his head, saying, “Drones are, to put it bluntly, just tactical equipment… But this collision is a strategic blow to the drug cartel—this collision will plunge the Juarez Cartel into endless trouble.”

“From then on, the whole world was their enemy… or at least not their open friend.”

"Giving up an opportunity that may never come again for a piece of tactical equipment is a losing proposition."

"Think about it, is there any other way? It'll take some time to fly from here to Tapachula, maybe there is a way."

If there's really no other way, Milton could simply cancel the ongoing Stinger missile replication project, directly replicate this drone system, and then have the drone system crash into the building along with the 727, while he goes back to use the replica.

Although it would take more than a month to copy using the current rudimentary copying function, it is still a solution.

"What can we do?" Flora tapped the box, speaking uncertainly. "This thing seems to be waterproof? Should we try to throw it in the water?"

"...Come on, falling from this height, there's no difference between falling into water and falling onto concrete."

"So, when you drop it, make the plane fly at a low altitude?"

"Just say you want to be on Air Crash Investigation."

This documentary only premiered in 2003, but that didn't prevent Flora from understanding Milton's meaning.

Flora thought for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Then I really have no choice... I can't just give it my parachute, can I?"

Parachute... Parachute...

Milton suddenly thought of a feasible solution—the plane was now completely under his control and in a safe zone.

Once Flora is distracted, the items redeemed from the panel can be stored here.

Milton said, "I'll go check the other boxes in the cargo hold; maybe they brought parachutes too?"

"Okay, I'll look for it with you."

“No need,” Milton stopped Flora from hindering him. “Go check on Rudolph; he should have already written the check.”

Flora shrugged. "Well... I feel like I made a lot of money this time. I bet you never imagined that a lowly border checkpoint officer like yourself could have so much money today."

“I probably only have a few dozen dollars in my personal account,” Milton chuckled and shook his head. “We have a huge funding gap right now, so it’s not my place to enjoy this.”

"Tsk tsk... Who would have thought that the 'benevolent father,' 'hellish tax collector,' and 'godfather,' whom most people would be terrified of, would be so honest? A few dozen dollars—you could probably find more money in the safe deposit box of any random town resident these days than you do."

Milton waved his hand: "Alright, enough nonsense, let's go check our funds."

After luring Flora away, Milton immediately opened the panel and found the civilian equipment.

This drone set weighs about 250KG, and the box is filled with shock-absorbing foam. If you want a single parachute, you need to exchange it for a parachute with a diameter of 15 square meters.

The parachute itself isn't too small...

It's not that we can't afford to replace it, but how are we going to explain the fact that this kind of parachute, which is clearly not meant for human use, is on the plane? Are we going to say that we found it in one of the remaining boxes?
Why would drug traffickers bring these parachutes onto an airplane...?

Milton thought about it for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and redeemed it—who cares about all that, anyway, the drug dealers will all be dead soon!

It would be perfectly reasonable to simply say that Rudolf had a bit of a fling and lost his mind.

After exchanging the money, Milton walked to the front of the cabin.

“We’ve found the parachute,” Milton said without batting an eye. “Go tie the rope, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Okay…” Flora had just received the check as well. “He wrote us $600 million, which does seem about right.”

Including the confiscated weapons and equipment, this time they received a total of $800 million, corresponding to 4000 million red points.

Unfortunately, this plane was legally imported; otherwise, it could have earned even more red points.

While Flora was doing manual labor, Milton returned to the cabin and looked at Rudolph, who looked distressed.

“Mr. Ghost, what’s wrong?” Milton chuckled and asked. “You seem to be in a bad mood?”

"Sigh..." Rudolf said with a wry smile, "I've already admitted defeat, so there's no need to mock me anymore, is there?"

After handing over the check, and with the people in front of him not yet tearing it up, Rudolf felt he was safe.

So I relaxed a little.

Time passed slowly, and the plane was finally approaching Tapachula.

“Everyone else you brought is dead, and you’re the only one who survived. Won’t that cause some problems?” Milton sat down, seemingly concerned, and asked, “How are you going to explain this to Amado? Won’t he think you’re disloyal to the group?”

"This..." Rudolf, who had just escaped death, hadn't thought about this question either. He was stunned for a long time before saying uncertainly, "I... I don't know. It shouldn't be. I have a good relationship with him, and I have no reason to betray him."

"At that time, we can just explain what happened on the plane."

Milton glanced at the cockpit and saw "Poison" give a thumbs up.

He nodded and continued speaking to Rudolf in a friendly manner:

"How about I help you?"

Rudolf didn't quite understand: "How are you going to help me?"

“Get up.” Milton patted Rudolf on the shoulder. “Come with me to the cockpit.”

Rudolph got up looking bewildered and was pushed into the cockpit by Milton.

"and then?"

“Contact the airport tower,” Milton ordered, glancing at Rudolf. “Shout, ‘Long live Juarezcartel!’ Louder, with passion, think of your beloved ‘King of the Skies’.”

Rudolph still didn't understand, but as Milton had requested, he shouted loudly, "Long live Juarezcarth! Long live the 'King of the Sky'!!!"

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After the control tower closed, Milton nodded with satisfaction: "Very good."

boom!
He shot Rudolf dead: "Alright, get ready to parachute. Don't let the cameras capture us jumping out of the plane, that would be embarrassing."

"..."

The cockpit was empty, and the cold, mechanical voice of the machine echoed.

"Woooo..."

"Terrain! Terrain! Pull up!"

……

Meanwhile, Olya is interviewing the relevant official in charge of Tapachula International Airport—an official who had long been replaced by Milton, who was "holding the emperor hostage to command the princes," and replaced with his own people.

According to public statements, this is to restore public confidence and a sense of security.

"...Hello! The situation in Tapachula is very tense right now. Do you think it will affect the city's navigation safety?"

The official puffed out his chest with immense pride: "Under the leadership of Police Chief Omar, the anti-drug work has been remarkably effective—he has deployed a large number of police officers near the airport, ensuring absolute security!"

Olya nodded and continued, "I've heard that many airport staff members have been killed by drug traffickers for refusing to cooperate with their smuggling activities or for seizing their goods. Does the airport currently have sufficient and professional personnel to maintain order on local routes?"

"Drug traffickers can't kill justice!" the official chuckled. "If you don't believe me, I can show you our control tower and how professional our people are—these drug cartels' schemes will never succeed."

Next came a series of introductions to the airport by the officials.

"Come on, let's come here and turn on the speakers for now! Let everyone see how we work."

"look here……"

"Professional equipment, well-organized scheduling..."

"Timely and effective communication with pilots..."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a slightly fanatical and passionate voice suddenly rang out without warning, reaching the ears of everyone watching the news through Olya's device.

"Long live Juarezcarth! Long live the 'King of the Sky'!!!"

"Long live Juarezcarth... Long live the 'King of the Sky'..."

Everyone present was stunned.

At the far end of the frame, a passenger plane was captured flying in from afar.

Then it crashed into a building.

P.S.: Due to unforeseen circumstances (Editor's note: Doubled updates will get you recommendations), I will start adding extra chapters tomorrow, 10,000 words a day for a while, which will be a good way to make up for the extra chapters I owed from taking leave a few days ago and the extra chapters I owed to the patrons.

(End of this chapter)