Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 167 Slay the Local Tyrants and Distribute the Land (Bonus Chapter)

In Tapachula, near the southern outskirts of the city, intense gunfire erupted near a cluster of old buildings.

This region has one of the few industries in Tapachula’s fragile industrial landscape, including fruit canning and coffee processing.

It is precisely because they occupy these places that drug traffickers are able to exert economic pressure on the government.

But now, the drug dealers inside are at their wits' end.

The leaders of the Juarez Group and the Gulf Group were burned to a crisp in the "plane crash," but a junior leader sent by the Sinaloa Group was captured alive at the airport—he tried to escape to Brazil by plane with a fake passport, but was caught red-handed.

The fake passport was actually very well made, and customs didn't even notice anything wrong. But then a patrol officer happened to see the face of this petty boss.

This patrolman's father was killed for drug trafficking; his brother was beheaded along with his wife for drug trafficking.

Now it's his turn to be a police officer, and he's finally experiencing what it means for fortune to turn around.

The Sinaloa Cartel boss, whose name Milton couldn't even remember, now has his head hanging on a police helicopter, flying around Tapachula.

Shortly afterward, Juarez Group Airport, having run out of ammunition and supplies, surrendered to the police.

The drug dealers' last shred of resistance vanished completely.

The days I had imagined, where I could be killed by drug dealers on motorcycles on my way to and from get off work, were simply nonexistent.

There wasn't even the slightest will to resist.

"Surrender! We surrender!"

"...Stop hitting! Stop hitting!"

"I have money! I have money! I've hidden a lot of gold here. Don't kill me; it won't do you any good!"

"..."

Not long after, these food processing plants were also brought back under police control.

Milton, who was not far away, listened to the good news coming from the walkie-talkie and nodded slightly. He asked, "Now, the members of the three drug cartels here have been basically wiped out."

"There may be a few survivors left, but they just want to escape as quickly as possible and certainly wouldn't dare to stay in the city any longer."

Looking at the red crosses on the map, Omar sighed, "After all, one kill is worth $1500..."

“In the past, even if the bounty was high, people would be afraid to accept it because they feared retaliation from drug dealers.”

"Now they're practically fighting to get it."

The two of them chatted back and forth in the car—Councilor Vic was currently busy campaigning and didn't have time to follow up on the aftermath.

Omar sighed again: "I never imagined that the drug traffickers I've dealt with for over a decade, who were so powerful that they could turn the government into a weaker party, would be wiped out like this... At least for today, Tapachula will no longer be threatened by force!"

After dealing with Milton for a few days, Omar could sense that although this ally from Guatemala was ruthless, he was fundamentally different from drug traffickers.

Omar had originally prepared for a backlash when he brought Milton over – for the local government, it would simply mean turning a three-way battle into a four-way battle.

Unexpectedly, the problem was actually completely solved!
Milton doesn't seem to have any intention of militarily occupying the place or establishing a military government—it appears that Milton plans to place a PMC company here to do business.

Of course, in order to ensure the city's safety, Omar and Vic also plan to continue their cooperation with Milton, placing orders in the name of the government to have them continue to provide security services.

Otherwise, once Milton leaves, it won't be long before the drug traffickers make a comeback.

Milton nodded slightly: "What do you mean by 'no threat of force'?"

Omar paused for a moment, then turned to look at the man who had been portrayed by Western media as "the most powerful warlord in Latin America's armed forces." He stared at him for a long time before saying, "What I mean is, although we have won a military victory, we still have a long way to go before we achieve a political victory."

Milton was a little confused: "What do you mean by 'there's still a long way to go before a political victory'? Explain it clearly."

Milton wasn't actually unaware of what he was hearing; he was just curious whether these people were unafraid of bullets.
Omar began, “Because drug traffickers are powerful, not just because they have money, they have guns.”

"It's also because it has the support of many local powerful families, gangs, officials, councilors, and even ordinary people—it's a super interest group."

"It's not just in the city, it could be at the state level, or even at the federal level."

“Each cartel is just a cog in the machine of the division of interests and violence. There are many, many more people with vested interests hiding in residential buildings, among members of parliament, and even in Mexico City, which is some distance away from us.”

"We've taken down the drug dealers, but that only removes the sword of Damocles hanging over our heads. The disease in our blood hasn't been cured yet."

“We’ve just taken down the heroin, which is good… but the rehabilitation work still needs to continue, and that can only be done over time.”

If we say that the United States has a military-industrial complex and a medical complex interest group that has hijacked the entire country.

Latin America is a "drug trafficking complex" based on the same logic!
Milton's expression didn't change much as he asked, "So, those silent council members in the city council aren't necessarily afraid; they might be colluding with drug dealers, is that right?"

“It’s not a possibility, it’s a certainty.” Omar chuckled. “Just like when you first arrived, the situation at the police station was the same—no, even worse, because the old mayor, Carmen, was a drug dealer’s man. You can imagine how corrupt the bureaucracy can be.”

"Removing them will be a long-term task."

"But the most terrifying and powerful drug cartels have all fallen to us, and defeating them is only a matter of time."

The two chatted as the convoy headed towards the city center, or more precisely, towards the parliament building.

Milton slowly asked, "I know what you're saying, but what I want to ask is, why are these people willing to cooperate with drug dealers but not with me?"

Omar found it a bit strange. Logically speaking, given Milton's abilities and knowledge, he shouldn't be asking such a question, right?
Perhaps he has a warlord mentality and hasn't quite grasped the concept yet?
Out of respect for his allies, he explained, “Because your arrival is not in their interest—for example, would you be willing to share Warwind’s military contracts with them? You certainly wouldn’t, but the drug traffickers would, so they are willing to cooperate with the drug traffickers, not with you.”

Milton continued with a rather superficial question: "When drug dealers were around, weren't there also some members of parliament who were unwilling to cooperate and even openly opposed them?"

Omar instinctively replied, "So they were all killed by the drug dealers."

Upon hearing this answer, Milton glanced at Omar, then looked away and said nothing more.

Omar paused for a moment.

What does this mean? What kind of attitude is this?!
Holy shit, no way?!
"Hiss, you, you wouldn't..."

“After hearing what you just said, I thought these councilors and officials weren’t afraid of bullets,” Milton said slowly. “If they don’t cooperate, then take them out and replace them with cooperative councilors. I don’t believe that a city with nearly 30 people can’t fill the positions of a mere 15 councilors.”

"What's wrong? They're afraid of the Sinaloa Group, but not my Pan Madre Group?"

You yourself have acknowledged this group, haven't you?
Omar mentally scoffed, but still hesitated aloud: "Are you planning to use force directly? Won't that... cause panic?"

Milton said coldly, "Violence may not be the best solution, but it is certainly the most efficient one."

Don't give up and ruin everything!
Omar internally groaned, but after a moment's thought, he finally said, "Members of parliament have a base of public support..."

"If drug cartels don't consider these things, then I won't either."

“…Fine!” Omar didn’t have a good impression of those councilors either. If he wasn’t worried about the incalculable consequences, he wouldn’t care about their lives. “Let’s go all the way. I’ll go and call the police.”

Milton shook his head and said, "No need, I've already got my men ready around."

"Good heavens, you were planning to bombard the parliament all along?!"

“Omar… let me tell you, top-down reforms are extremely difficult to succeed. Even if they do succeed, it’s only a temporary compromise and won’t solve the problem at its root,” Milton said. “Only by thoroughly purging your bureaucratic system and interest groups from the bottom up and redistributing the benefits can the problem be solved in the long term.”

As the two were talking, the motorcade arrived at the entrance of the parliament building.

Even after such a fierce conflict and gunfight, this place, which symbolizes the highest legislative power in a city, remains clean and tidy, showing no signs of being stained by blood and war.

I heard that the fountain and statues in front of the parliament building, as well as those green parks, cost a whopping $300 million!
It's even more beautiful than Central Park.

This place is always sacred. Even mayors and high-ranking officials must obediently accept the questioning from councilors when they come here.

The bill cannot pass unless the lawmakers give their approval.

Today, however, this sacred parliament is surrounded by a large number of police officers armed with rifles, wearing bulletproof vests, balaclavas, and helmets.

They didn't storm into the parliament to arrest anyone, but they stood guard at the entrance to ensure no one took advantage of the chaos to sneak in and to prevent anyone from smuggling anything in to cause damage.

When have those high-ranking officials and members of parliament ever been treated like this? They all looked grim.

Some members of parliament and staff even stood there, arguing loudly with the police officers.

Seeing that they were truly unyielding, he reluctantly agreed to the inspection, then angrily turned and walked into the council.

Since the start of the war on drugs, very few members of parliament and officials have come forward to support Milton. Even Vic only managed to unite six of them, and including himself, he was still two short of a majority.

Of those, maybe only two, or at most three, were truly and sincerely working with Vic.

While struggling with the election, Vic is also troubled by issues concerning parliament and the deep state government.

Unlike in China, "officials" and "civil servants" are not in the same system, which is one of the origins of the "deep government".

Click.

Milton and Omar stepped out of the armored vehicle equipped with machine guns.

The police officers in the convoy immediately stopped as well, and several officers shielded Milton in the center, their eyes cold as they stared at the congressmen.

Milton already enjoyed immense prestige in Tapachula.

—Aside from the remnants of the old era, no one dislikes a world where drug dealers are gone.

“Omar!” A member of parliament, finally losing his temper, roared, “This is Parliament! You and your people have no right to come in! And you brought a foreigner here? Are you trying to betray your country?!”

The congressman's anger was not unfounded.

The food factory that was just taken down was originally his property. After the drug dealers arrived, they sold it off, exchanging the meager profits from manufacturing for the right to share in the profits.

At the same time, he would also try to legislate in parliament to help drug dealers.

As for the ballot, it's even simpler—anyone in that constituency who votes for him will get a factory job for their family.

Therefore, his position as a member of parliament has always been very stable.

But just now, the food factory was breached.

The drug dealers who brought him profits were completely wiped out. The food factory, which originally belonged to the drug dealers, was now seized and could not be returned to him.

His votes and financial opportunities were destroyed by that damned outsider Milton. How could he not hate him?

Omar coldly retorted, "Why didn't you say that when you let the drug dealers into Parliament?"

"When you let those murderers, those smugglers, and those gangsters in, did you ever think about how much of the country's interests you were betraying?"

"Ha!" The congressman's face was icy. "You are the victor, history is yours to write, say whatever you want."

After mocking him, he turned and walked into the parliament.

He didn't even say a single word to Milton the entire time.

Milton looked at Omar and chuckled, "It seems he's quite dissatisfied with us and the upcoming new government."

"Yes... there are many more of these kinds of politicians and officials."

“They dare not resist the drug dealers, they only dare to compromise, because they know those people are unreasonable, and anyone who dares to oppose them will be shot.” ​​Milton slowly walked up the steps. “We drove the drug dealers away, and they thought that the weak civilian government of the past had returned.”

Omar sighed: "History is a spiral, you are responsible for the upward movement, and politicians are responsible for the spiral... Sigh."

At that moment, a meeting was being held in parliament.

There was no way around it; whether the lawmakers were happy or not, they had to admit that Omar and Vic had driven the drug dealers away.

Public opinion is on their side.

They can keep the fruits of victory for now, but this matter is definitely not over.

"What are you going to do?"

Milton hadn't seen anyone dare to ignore him like this in a long time. He laughed and said, "It's simple. Propose a bill. Those who agree are friends, and those who disagree are just killed."

At that moment, Representative Vic also came over.

He was physically tired, but his spirits were incredibly high. He asked with great curiosity, "What bill?"

"A state of emergency has been declared, and taxes will be levied on companies, individuals, and the financial sector. Taxes will be levied in tiers based on taxpayer capacity, with corporate income tax, excessive profits tax on individuals, and the highest marginal tax rate for individuals increased to a maximum of 95%."

Omar's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets!

How many? !
95%? !
Milton chuckled. "This is certainly unsustainable... and you don't need it to last long. Once you can redistribute the resources, things will be back to normal."

Vic clapped his hands and said, "Good! Good! Good! I wonder what kind of chaos will ensue in Parliament after this bill is introduced!"

Milton looked at him with some surprise: "I thought you would oppose such an extreme bill."

Vic laughed loudly: "How could I possibly object!"

As he spoke, he took a document out of his briefcase.

“My thoughts are actually the same as yours, except... my numbers aren’t as high as yours. I only reached 65% at most. I didn’t expect you to aim for 95%.”

"You're even more ruthless than Roosevelt!"

Milton chuckled. "Aren't you afraid those companies will just run away?"

“Our port is here, our airport is here, and our border with Guatemala is here. So what if we run? Where can we run to?” Vic chuckled. “Even if we pull 95% this time, we’ll still have 5% left, right? Anyone who dares to run will leave their life and all their money behind.”

"If we don't run away, we still have 5%, we can still do business in the future, and we will have a chance to make a comeback."

"Hanging me on a streetlamp, or stuffing me into a cannon, or paying 95% of the money to save my life... I believe this is not such a difficult choice."

Milton smiled and nodded.

Vic stepped forward and pushed open the council door.

The cold lights from the dome of the parliament hall cast a stark white glow on the long table. The 14 members of parliament bowed their heads, their expressions varied, until the heavy oak door was pushed open, silencing all other sounds.

All 14 people looked up at the same time; their complex emotions were beyond words.

The speaker, seated at the head of the table, glanced at Vic and said, "Congressman Vic, you're late. Please take a seat."

Vic chuckled, sat down in his seat, and replied, "No, Mr. Speaker, I think I've come at just the right time... at least this place no longer reeks of that disgusting stench."

"Alright, there's no need for further nonsense."

The Speaker glanced at him, tapped the table, and said, "According to... skipping the questioning session, we will now proceed to the first vote on Omnibus Bill No. 1147. You all decide whether Tapachula should declare a state of emergency. Abstentions are considered as opposition."

The vote faced little resistance and passed quickly.

Even a fool could see that Vic would soon become the next mayor, and if a state of emergency were declared, he could bypass the council and issue many executive orders.

This is equivalent to a centralization of power.

Since he won, it was understandable that he wanted more power, so no one present said anything.

"Passed unanimously. Next, regarding..."

“Wait a minute,” Vic suddenly said. “I have a bill here. Let’s vote on this first. I don’t have time to play with all that stuff later.”

The speaker's face was very grim. He slammed his gavel down: "Congressman Vic, you're a veteran congressman, don't you know this isn't proper procedure? Sufficient time must be allowed for all members to fully understand your bill before a vote can be taken! If you have any laws you want to push through, come back another time. Now we..."

"No need. The meaning of this bill is very simple, even a child can understand it... I believe none of you here are children, right?"

No one spoke, no one even looked at him.

The speaker glared angrily at Vic: "Congressman Vic, I'll reiterate, this is not in accordance with procedure! If you continue to make noise, I will have security take you away!"

Vic simply held the microphone to his mouth and said, "The Wealth Tax Act stipulates that high-income earners will be subject to income tax and corporate tax of up to 95%—this percentage is calculated based on total 'assets'."

Is that easy to understand?

No sooner had the words been spoken than the entire parliament could no longer contain itself and erupted in a massive protest.

Even the speaker himself looked ashen-faced!
"Vic, are you crazy?!"

"95%?! What are you trying to do?!"

"Impossible! This bill absolutely cannot be passed!"

"I'll keep pressing the 'no' button unless I die."

“Vic, don’t go too far… you’re getting a little too cocky.” “Nobody will support you!”

"..."

The scene was filled with insults. Apart from the two members of parliament who firmly supported Vic and remained silent, the remaining members of parliament who had been rallied also looked at Vic with angry eyes.

They are a large, local family!
Passing this bill is like taking a piece of their flesh!

Didn't we agree before that it would only be 65%, and that it wouldn't be levied on "all assets"?!
"I think it's really unnecessary to go through that complicated process. I absolutely will not agree to it."

"I don't agree either."

"disagree!"

"Vic, get out of here!"

Thinking of his mansion and the yacht docked at the pier, the speaker, without hesitation, said, "Congressman Vic, I don't think your current state is suitable..."

Before he could finish speaking, the locked door was suddenly kicked open with extreme force.

The armed men who were originally guarding outside rushed in, entered the parliament building, surrounded everyone, and raised their guns.

Apart from Vic, every member of parliament had at least three guns pointed at them!

Milton stood in the doorway, silently watching everything.

The speaker was furious: "This is Parliament! Parliament! Vic, do you know what you're doing? Are you betraying the Constitution?! Do you dare organize an armed attack on Parliament? Are you trying to form a military government?!"

"You actually allowed a foreigner into our sacred council?"

Vic sighed and looked at the Speaker with pity.

The speaker paused for a moment, seemingly recalling the various rumors surrounding Milton, and remembering that he was also a ruthless leader of a violent group who killed without blinking an eye.

So his tone softened a little.

“Vic… I know a lot has happened recently, I know you’re eager for reform, and I understand your feelings. I even understand why you don’t trust the members of parliament present.”

"But under no circumstances should you resort to violence."

"How about this, your bill will be shelved for now, and a new election will be held in parliament. We can both guarantee that we will not run for re-election."

"After a new parliament is elected, we can then put your bill to a vote. What do you think?"

Many members of parliament immediately nodded in agreement.

Not only them, but even the police officers who surrounded them felt that the council was very sincere at first glance.

However, Vic simply said calmly, "Even at this point, do you still intend to put up a last-ditch resistance?"

“If the bill doesn’t pass, you will always have a lot of money and assets in your hands, and the jobs of the people in your district will always be in your hands—how can they not vote for you?”

"It would be even more ridiculous if those present didn't run for office... It's as if you have no children, no brothers, and no other family members."

“He killed my dad, he killed my mom. But I will vote for him.”

"Everyone here has truly embodied this phrase perfectly. You've really taken the ballot to a whole new level..."

The passionate congressman, who persisted in fighting drugs even in the most dangerous times, said with a hint of sarcasm: "Today, now, at this very moment, vote on this bill... I'm not consulting with you."

Milton listened to all this and scoffed, "Politicians, huh?"

He detested the infighting within a complex web of rules—so he had no intention of getting involved in politics or interfering in Tapachula's political arena.

Wouldn't it be great to be a warlord?

Omar shook his head as well.

Parliament was furious once again.

"Fine, then I won't pass it. Go ahead and shoot in parliament if you dare!"

"Everything should be done step by step..."

The speaker narrowed his eyes and suddenly questioned, "Congressman Vic, as far as I know, your personal wealth is not small, is it? According to this bill, how much tax will you have to pay?"

Without hesitation, Vic replied, "95%."

The speaker's voice suddenly rose, and he slammed the gavel down forcefully: "Then are you going to pay it yourself?!"

Vic remained undeterred: "I will take the lead in surrendering my assets, without resorting to underhanded tactics or transferring them—I will start afresh, just like everyone else in Tapachula. At the same time, I will legislate again that any form of political donation is a felony."

The speaker froze on the spot, never expecting that Vic would give this answer.

"you……"

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, let’s vote,” Vic said calmly. “The people are waiting for us outside.”

“Those who support the Wealth Tax Act, stand on the left; those who oppose it, stand on the right—abstaining is considered opposing.”

Most of the members of parliament, with cold expressions, stood up from their seats and walked to the right.

The speaker hesitated for a moment as he looked at the police officers with guns, but seeing so many members of parliament opposing him, he moved to the right and cast his dissenting vote.

There were also members of parliament standing on the left. Besides the two who firmly supported Vic, there was another member of parliament who struggled violently. After showing strong feelings of heartache and reluctance, he stood on the left very uncertainly.

The speaker eagerly announced the voting results: "4 to..."

Boom!
The gunshot rang out, interrupting his subsequent words.

Milton had long been impatient, and before the Speaker could finish speaking, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

One of the legislators standing on the right fell to the ground!

Screams erupted at the scene. The councilors instinctively tried to run away, but were stopped by heavily armed police officers.

“Vic! Milton!” The Speaker finally panicked, shouting menacingly, “This is a coup! This is treason! Stop! I order you to stop! Nobody gave you that authority!”

"You are a criminal, you will be tried!"

"You are subverting our country!"

Warlord Milton looked at these politicians and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Yes, you let drug dealers in to wreak havoc on the people, and that's for the good of the country; yes, the people gave you the power to put them on the red light; you killed those police officers who insisted on fighting drugs because they were subverting the country?"

"You want to judge me?"

"Come on, there are so many police officers here, who's going to arrest me?!"

The officers stared coldly at the speaker, but no one made a move.

"You want to try me? Come on, throw in those judges and prosecutors who colluded with drug dealers! Tell me, am I guilty?"

Outside the door, a judge with a gun pointed at his head shook his head in fear.

Looking at the judge's face, the speaker's hands trembled—this was the local court president, and even he had been arrested, which meant that the court had definitely been purged!
On Milton's panel, none of the members present, except for Vic and his two supporters, including the swing supporter, were clean.

The vast majority of the councilors standing on the right are connected to drug dealers.

Milton!

Boom!
Milton fired a shot, and blood gushed from the senator's forehead, red and white blood flowing all over the ground.

"What dares to talk to me like that? Do you know 'King of the Sky' Amado? He can crush you like an ant!"

"I killed his brother, I destroyed his plane, I stole his stuff, do you think he dares to say a word to me?!"

"The Gulf Group, which treated you like dogs, will be kicked to death by me like a stray dog ​​on the street!"

"I've turned the Sinaloa Group's agent, Van Conbang, who was about to take control of Tapachula, into barbecue!"

“I am Milton of the Pan Madre Group. I am a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than them! What they can do, I can do; what they cannot do, I can do!”

"You! A bunch of damned maggots from a cesspool, think carefully about how you should talk to me!"

After saying that, Milton seemed a little unsatisfied, so he pulled the trigger again, randomly killing a member of parliament. He then walked forward, took down the Mexican national emblem from the platform, and smashed it hard on the member's head.

"Do you think the country is on your shoulders? Do you think Tapachula is on your shoulders? How dare you?!"

Seeing this, the speaker and the remaining members of parliament finally felt afraid.

Having dealt with Omar and Senator Vic so much, they still instinctively felt that these matters could be reverted to the days when everyone was bickering, voting, and exchanging favors.

They forgot that Milton's cartel was the most powerful armed force in the region.

No matter how many tricks they play in politics, they can't withstand armored vehicles driving into parliament or a hail of bullets!

Either give up 95%, or die.

"No, don't kill me... I, I've changed my mind, I vote in favor!"

"I voted in favor, too."

“Too late.” Milton coldly looked at these masters of disguise, and at the panel detailing their smuggling activities between Mexico and Guatemala, he became even more determined to wipe them out completely. “Go and tell Jesus, if you can see Jesus.”

“Remember to keep your distance from him when you speak, otherwise I’m afraid Jesus might also become addicted to drugs.”

The crimes these people committed deserve more than ten thousand death sentences.

Because Milton even saw smuggled goods on a senator—yes, an organ from a senator, from a girl in Malacan, Milton’s home base!

After the town was taken under control, the girl's father reported the case, but the police could not find the case file because it was too old and the investigation could not begin. It could only be treated as a missing person case.

The father has not given up the search.

But he was destined never to find it.

Boom boom boom!
The officers in charge of the execution raised their guns, aimed, and pulled the triggers.

"No! No, I support you, I support you! I'm willing to pay 95%, I can pay 100%!"

"I regret it, I know I was wrong, I won't do it again! Forgive me, forgive me, I only made this one mistake, I beg for a chance... Ah!"

"Don't kill me! I have elderly parents and young children to support. They're waiting for me to bring the turkey home for dinner tonight. The children are innocent! I plead guilty, I plead guilty! I'm willing to go to jail, I'll accept trial! Please don't kill me, please don't—"

Milton killed the man outright.

Milton saw that the man's smuggled goods list even included a forged academic certificate—claiming to be a graduate of Stanford University School of Medicine in the United States. However, it turned out that the worthless piece of paper was a fake certificate that the man had obtained while traveling in Guatemala!
And then he actually started working at the hospital without any hesitation!

On one hand, he used his position to engage in large-scale human smuggling within the hospital, and on the other hand, he helped the medical complex conduct human experiments.

When he's in a bad mood, he'll perform surgery on himself, causing the patient to die in bed, and then claim the surgery failed.

In the end, they even swallowed the insurance policy.

A worthy death!

Or rather, all the members of parliament present had similar resumes and were extremely scum.

He repents now not because he knows he was wrong, but because he knows he is going to die.

Boom boom boom…

Rifles kill quickly, and before long, only three councilors remained standing on the right.

The three surviving members of parliament, including the speaker, were so terrified that they wet themselves.

Those corpses, once high above and still fresh, lay beside them, the stench of blood filling their noses.

The speaker couldn't help but gag: "Ugh...ugh! You, you murderer! You butcher, you executioner!"

“No, no, no, you’ve killed far more people than I have. Stop pretending to be innocent.” Milton shook his head, grabbed the Speaker’s face, and forcibly dragged him up from the ground. “Now we can announce the results, Mr. Speaker.”

"Tell me, what was the vote? What was the score?"

"I advise you to think it through before you speak, otherwise you'll be begging me later—begging me to let you die. I believe you know what I'm capable of."

The Speaker, recalling the tragic incident where someone had offended Milton and ended up drowning in cesspool, was utterly devastated: "4:3... The bill passes!"

"very good!"

Milton was pleased with this cooperation, raised his hand and fired a shot at the Speaker, giving him a quick death.

Without further ado, the other officers opened fire, killing the remaining two councilors.

"Mr. Vic, the rest is up to you."

After speaking to Vic, Milton turned around and looked at the senator whose stance was not very firm.

The congressman was so frightened that he immediately knelt down: "'Mr. 'Mr. 'Loving Father'! You know, I have always supported you! I am willing to give 95%, I will do anything, I, I have a talent for public speaking, and I am willing to bring my talent to your camp!"

"I didn't smuggle drugs, I only smuggled agricultural products and light industrial goods! I didn't collude with drug dealers... I, I just didn't dare to resist them!! They killed so many congressmen, I didn't want to die!"

"I can return all of this money!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I just don't want to die! I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong..."

"..."

Milton coldly scanned him, glancing at his past smuggling activities on the panel, and found that he did retain some humanity, as he was only smuggling ordinary goods.

He wasn't a good person, but in this council, he was strangely clean and out of place.

so magical...

"Pay the money, resign, and then get out."

The member of parliament wept bitterly, kowtowed to express his gratitude, and then scrambled out of the parliament building.

It's finally clean.

Milton looked at Vic and said, “You can handle the officials and civil service team yourselves. Before the election starts, confiscate the assets of these people and the local families… no, levy legal taxes on them, and then start the parliamentary election.”

“Tell those people that they no longer need to use their votes to earn a living.”

"I will not, and have no interest in, interfering in your internal affairs. What I need is very simple—free and safe trade routes, no-go zones for drug traffickers, fair tariffs, and the ability for Warwind Company to operate legally in the local area."

It's a disguised military occupation, and as long as it makes money, that's all that matters. They want Milton to get involved in government affairs, but Milton can't be bothered with it—it's too much of a headache.

Vic sighed, "I understand. Leave the rest to me... After this major purge, Tapachula will have many more jobs and much more spending. Perhaps, we really will have a chance to become wealthy."

Milton nodded, and as soon as he stepped out of the council, he saw Flora and Brandon waiting at the door.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you recruiting soldiers? What are you doing standing here?"

“Boss, the DEA agent you rescued before has something to say to you.” Brandon scratched his head, “but she doesn’t want to tell me what it is… We had no choice but to bring her here, mainly because we were afraid she would cause trouble.”

Milton nodded slightly: "Where is she?"

“I had a few men watching her in the car.”

"Let her come down and see what she has to say to me."

Soon, DEA Agent Winnie, who seemed to have recovered well, got out of a car, glanced at Milton, and then at the blood-soaked City Council building.

“There’s something very important to me. I don’t know your men, so I’m just telling you this: it’s your decision who to trust.”

Milton looked into her eyes: "You say it."

"Someone contacted me to find out about you."

"Oh? DEA wants to cooperate with me?"

Winnie was silent for a moment, then said, "That person is from the CIA."

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P.S.: Finally, a featured post! It wasn't easy... This is the book I've written that had the worst initial performance but the strongest staying power. My previous two books, despite various recommendations from various online literature platforms and several thousand initial subscriptions, basically sank after reaching this word count. This one, on the other hand, had terrible data in the early stages, but it improved later.

The guild leader has finished both the extra chapters and the make-up chapters for the leave. More extra chapters will be added for a while, maintaining a daily update of 10,000 words for a period of time.
A post-apocalyptic story about leveling up; those who like this kind of story can check it out.
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