Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 18 Offense and Defense Transition
The pharmacy quickly evacuated its staff.

Before leaving, Lia wiped her eyes and whispered, "...Prosecutor, you must defeat them!"

Milton took a deep breath and calmed his voice: "I'll try."

Everyone retreated... which means the situation was serious, so serious that even a prosecutor with such strong combat capabilities couldn't take care of them!

What exactly happened...?

The other people in the pharmacy left one after another, filled with trepidation and fear.

A minute later, only Milton, Brandon, and the "boss" remained in the pharmacy.

Brandon sensed the oppressive atmosphere and asked, "What do we do? Run away?"

His gaze remained fixed on Milton—the prosecutor who had just single-handedly taken down six men, more capable than any of his most formidable colleagues in the police force!

In tense situations, people subconsciously seek out the strongest person they perceive and follow their decisions.

“Six of them are dead here. Do you think you can escape?” Milton shook his head. “Not only you, but your families, and the families of those people outside, won’t be able to escape either.”

After this battle, the black pharmacy will definitely be blacklisted by Fan Kang's gang. These people have been forcibly dragged onto the pirate ship by themselves.

However, they don't seem to realize it yet...

Brandon gripped his police pistol and gritted his teeth, shouting, "Then fight! Fight them to the death! Do these bastards really think I'm afraid of them? Oh, right, I haven't asked how many of them came, and what weapons they were carrying?"

Milton casually remarked, "Five men, long guns, one of them even has a bulletproof vest."

Brandon: "...Why don't we just run away, sell our stuff, and see if we can scrape together three tickets to America."

Using a pistol to shoot this kind of enemy? You don't need to go through all that trouble to commit suicide.

"Stop talking nonsense, I still have some equipment in my car." Milton glanced at his remaining points. "You two, can you use automatic rifles?"

Brandon, as a police officer, had naturally received training in this area, and he nodded: "Yes."

The "boss" shook his head: "I've used submachine guns and pistols twice, but I've never used a rifle."

There's no time for training now, and Milton doesn't want to drag any burdens into the team: "Then you help set up the traps, and then leave."

"No." The "boss" refused decisively. "Bulletproof vests are such expensive things, it's impossible for all five of them to wear them. Give me a submachine gun, and I can help... The two of you alone can't beat them. I'm not good with guns, but I definitely won't be a burden to you."

Aren't you afraid of dying...? Didn't you open a pharmacy to make money and enrich America?

This teammate is surprisingly reliable.

Milton glanced at the two men and suddenly chuckled: "Weren't you two working with the Van Kang gang and getting medicine from them? Now you're turning around and going against them?"

Brandon followed Milton outside, sneering, "What feelings would you have for a supplier? Especially one that keeps raising prices like crazy, hoards inventory, turns on you at the drop of a hat, and is willing to kill you. And like you said, they won't let my family off the hook."

The "boss" said in a hoarse voice, "Once I get rid of them, I'll buy a ticket to America, buy a house in San Francisco to retire in. This place is tiring and dangerous, and I have to run around here and there. Sometimes I even have to go to places like garbage disposal plants to pick up goods... I should leave as soon as possible."

Milton added, "What about the pharmacies? Are they closed down?"

“My supply network is completely destroyed, what’s the point? If you want it, you can take over. You’re an inspector, you should have other ways to get supplies. The property is in Brandon’s name, you two can work together.”

The "boss" looked relaxed, envisioning his future after retirement, and walked with Milton to the pickup truck.

Milton and Brandon jumped onto the cargo box and ripped off the tarpaulin.

"This……"

Even though Brandon was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the equipment in the wooden crate.

Two sets of heavy bulletproof gear identical to Milton's, an 81 rifle, an MP5, three walkie-talkies, a large amount of ammunition, six different types of grenades, several animal traps, and some other odds and ends that he couldn't understand!

There were even two M374 81mm mortar shells!
Active duty in the U.S. military!

To get these things would cost at least $4 and take a long time. How could a prosecutor possibly seize so much valuable stuff?!
They had no idea that Milton had gritted his teeth and exchanged 10 points for these items.

In fact, if it weren't for these teammates joining the faction at the last minute, which expanded Milton's "power," the system wouldn't have allowed him to exchange for so much equipment.

"This...where did you get such a brand new AK?" Brandon took the Type 56 assault rifle from Milton, looked at the Type 81 rifle on the vehicle, and said in shock, "You're planning to use a mortar on them? I only see shells and not a mortar."

This isn't an AK...

Milton examined the brand-new Type 81 mortar in his hand, feeling speechless: "It's not like we're in the field. A mortar is less useful than your grandma's stinky slippers... These shells are for setting up booby traps."

As the defending side, you naturally need to maximize your defensive advantages.

Avoid gunfights if possible!
Try your best to be sixth if you can!

If the store hadn't been locked out, Milton would have loved to bring out a heavy machine gun and fire a 12.7mm API (incendiary penetrator) at the doorway, tearing any body armor to shreds.

The current weapon exchange limit on the panel is only up to the assault rifle level.

Artillery is available for exchange, but only small-caliber mortars are available.

But, enough is enough.

The M374 shell has an explosive kill radius of over 7 meters. If you're lucky, one shot can wipe out the entire enemy!

Two are enough. More than that would not only put the enemy on alert, but would also greatly reduce our own room to maneuver.

After two booby traps are placed, the enemy cannot be sure if there are any other booby traps, so they will not let their guard down. This can greatly restrict their rapid movement, thus achieving the tactical objective.

After putting on their gear, the group returned to the sewer entrance.

We have about 20 minutes to prepare, so let's quickly set up some traps!
Milton tossed Brandon a few tools and instructed, "Here's an M3 pull-activated fuse, an M10 universal detonator, an M7 detonator, a ring of fishing line, and wire cutters. Take a shell and make a tripwire mine to put at the door. Hurry up."

Brandon stared dumbfounded at the pile of tools in his hands: "I don't know how!"

"You can't?!" Milton turned around in astonishment. "Aren't you a police officer?"

"Shouldn't the police know this?!"

"Get out of my way, I'll do it."

Useless teammate! Can't even handle this simple task!
Milton snatched the items from his hands, first unscrewing the impact fuse from the M374 shell's nose, then screwing in the M10 universal detonator.

He then quickly unscrewed the base of the pull-activated fuse, inserted the end of the base into the detonator, tightened it with wire cutters, screwed it into the M10 detonator, and finally installed the pull-activated fuse.

That's all you need to do with a booby trap. It's that simple.

It took less than two minutes.

Milton cut a piece of fishing line and connected it to the pull fuse on the shell and the doorknob.

This way, as long as the enemy opens the door, it will pull the fishing line, which in turn will trigger the fuse and detonate the shell!

After securing the shell and ensuring the fishing line was taut enough, Milton put away his tools, released the safety, and carefully backed off.

The booby trap is now in a state of combat, and if one is not careful, it could very well lead to tragic or even comical results.

That's a fucking grenade!
At this point, both "the boss" and Brandon looked at Milton differently.

Does a prosecutor's skill include planting landmines?

“You don’t know anything. How are you going to collect taxes from someone who violently resists taxes? The basic prerequisite for getting money from someone is that you have to be able to beat them.” Milton looked down on his two teammates who had been watching the whole thing. “Alright, let’s discuss some tactics.”

P.S.: The FNFAL and M14 are technically combat rifles/main battle rifles, but they are not classified as assault rifles in this book, otherwise it would be difficult to categorize them.

(End of this chapter)