Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 214 Anti-VBSS
Information is not easily disseminated nowadays, and many people are busy making a living. They may have heard of Milton's name, but they may not remember what he looked like.

But how could Cissell not remember the greatest “blasphemer”?
The current scene is far too terrifying for Cissell.

It wasn't just because he encountered Milton, but also because the whole environment was terrifying... It was as if he had already died the moment he stepped through the door, and now Milton was just dragging him to hell for his final judgment.

After a long silence, Cissell finally managed to say, "Now I know why they call you 'Hell Tax Collector' and 'Godfather'."

“Those two nicknames do sound better than ‘Khorne,’” Milton’s voice drifted over.

Cecil knew what fate awaited him, but he was still somewhat resentful: "At least let me know when I was exposed? Where exactly did I slip up?"

He thought he had disguised himself very well.

Perhaps he got a little arrogant after becoming wealthy, which attracted attention...

Flora, sitting next to Milton, stared intently at the wine in her glass, a deep regret in her eyes. Reluctantly, she put down her glass and answered for her boss, "Our border officials spotted you as soon as we entered the city and reached the checkpoint."

"To be honest, none of you are good at disguising yourselves, but you are among the worst, the kind that looks obviously fake."

Cisse, who thought she had disguised herself very well, suddenly broke down: "If that's the case, why didn't you just arrest us when I was handing over to the others?"

Brandon stood against the wall, patiently watching the sea view outside the window, feeling the slight vibrations beneath his feet, and replied, "If we hadn't kept them here, why would you have sent the dollars? We are very grateful to you for earning foreign exchange for us for free."

Seeing that the passenger ship had already left the port, Milton patted himself on the shoulder, stood up, and asked, "Alright, enough with the chit-chat, get ready to cooperate with us... Shall we go through the formalities?"

Cecil wanted to stand up for himself in front of his followers, but considering the various rumors surrounding Milton, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to do so.

"…What do you want to know?"

“No, you’ve misunderstood something,” Brandon said with a wicked smile. “You have no idea how much we’ve been monitoring you these past few days—we know exactly how much you’ve ejaculated while masturbating. We know things you don’t even know yourself, but we know them better than you do.”

"What we want you to do is very simple... continue to contact your shit cult, but the content of the contact must be exactly as we say."

"I suggest you give up the idea of ​​risking your life to send a message over there... Your communication signal was relayed through the passenger ship, and your message will be checked by us before it is released."

“A slight delay won’t raise suspicion, because we’re on a ship, it’s normal.”

A sense of despair rose in Cisel's heart: "I...I understand."

“Very good. It seems you also know that in my hands, death is the most merciful end.” Milton took a satisfied sip of his iced cola. “If you could see the fates of others, you would be glad you made this decision.”

After saying this, Milton stood up, leaving only a few burly men around Cecil who were engrossed in eating and drinking.

After leaving the VIP club, Flora finally couldn't help but laugh a few times.

“‘Tax collector,’ I must say, you’re a true professional when it comes to creating a terrifying atmosphere. When Cissell first sat down next to you, he looked like he’d seen a ghost, hahaha!”

“He sat here by himself, it has nothing to do with me.” Milton shook his head. “Let’s go, let’s check our equipment first.”

Brandon adjusted his bulletproof vest and asked, "Boss, they plan to attack us on the last day. What are our plans for the last day?"

Milton didn't look at him: "Simple. Just tell all the passengers the day before that the weather might be bad tomorrow, so close the top deck, but keep other entertainment as usual, and that's it."

“Great idea!” Brandon nodded vigorously. “Oh, and also, boss… this Cecil doesn’t seem to know where their church’s higher-ups are hiding. On the day of the battle, shouldn’t we capture a few more alive?”

"Even if we can't find out where the cult is hiding, we can still raid the places where they have so many weapons and equipment."

"Capture them alive if you can, otherwise forget it." Milton waved his hand. "Your own life is the most important thing. Don't take too many risks. I will try my best to get Cecil to send good news over there and make the enemy careless."

Flora was relaxed: "They can't escape... To deal with them, we got three Stinger suits, almost everyone has an RPG, as well as machine guns and heavy machine guns. Whether it's an assault boat or a speedboat coming from the sea, or a helicopter coming from the sky, once they come, they won't be able to leave."

"The only thing I'm curious about now is how they plan to use their helicopters."

"We can't just rappel down like we did before, can we? I don't think these cultists have that kind of combat skill."

Milton opened a door and returned to the crew lounge, which was not open to passengers, inspecting the heavy body armor inside: "We conducted VBSS earlier, now we need to conduct counter-VBSS..."

Flora then asked, "If we really find out the cult's hideout here, what are your plans for the future?"

“My warship will arrive in port tomorrow,” Milton said. “And fortunately, we have also found an old captain—an Argentinian who participated in the Falklands War. After the war, he retired and could only work as a sailor running around the port to make a living.”

Since Argentina's disastrous defeat in the Falklands War in 1982, the Argentine Navy has been severely damaged in every sense of the word.

The 10,000-ton-class capital ships were sunk, the aircraft carriers were decommissioned, and the number of destroyers and frigates was also significantly reduced.

The former "second navy of South America" ​​was reduced to a coastal defense force with only the ability to patrol near the coast.

A large number of experienced naval officers were forced to retire, coinciding with Argentina's economic collapse, leaving them with no choice but to find tiring and difficult jobs to support themselves.

After more than 10 days of desperate and high-salary searching, Milton finally found a capable captain and corresponding crew.

There were only 15 people, and the rest were chosen from Milton's own troops, the most talented of whom were selected, which barely made up the basic configuration of 20 crew members.

However, this is enough for the gunboat to exert its basic combat capabilities.

"It'll be in service as soon as it arrives in port," Flora said, sitting down in a chair. "By the way, what name do you plan to give this ship?"

Milton didn't even hesitate: "'Tax Scorpion', this ship is to fill a serious gap in our naval power, it won't be my flagship, so it doesn't need to have a fancy name."

"A sea scorpion, huh? Not bad..."

"Alright, let's continue our drills on the ship for the next few days. Don't go out and disturb the passengers."

"If we can find out where the cult is, we'll show them what a combined land, sea and air operation looks like."

"..."

……

Southeast of Retaluleu province lies Suchitepex province, a small coastal fishing village currently under the control of the Arsu government, which is already on the front lines.

At this moment, a large number of small boats were gathered at the dock of this small fishing village—not fishing boats used by fishermen, not small wooden canoes, but speedboats equipped with machine guns, and assault boats with cabins, machine guns, and some light armor!

There are a total of 3 assault boats, 3 large flying boats, and 5 speedboats.

Not far from this fishing village, there is a sizable helicopter, a Bell 206L, which has undergone various modifications and can seat a full seven people, including the pilot!

This seemingly inconspicuous little fishing village is actually a hiding place for the primitive Voodoo cult.

In reality, they were not satisfied with this place, but after Milton precisely beheaded several priests and high priests, the high priest group had no choice but to flee. However, Arsu was very stingy and only allowed them to stay in this godforsaken place.

What terrified the priests most was that those who left their villages did not rise up in rebellion as they had imagined, nor did they cause much chaos.

Many people have lost the courage to confront Milton.

If it weren't for the fact that today is an important day, many priests and high priests would be going to big cities and would never come to this hot and humid hellhole.

The high priest of the original Voodoo cult stood at the highest point, dressed in a blood-red robe, adorned with various bone ornaments, holding a strangely colored Voodoo statue in his hand, and standing on a skull.

The raw materials for these things are all obtained from the human body.

The high priest was also holding a three-legged plate with a bird motif—which he had unearthed from a Mayan tomb, but the church claimed it was a gift from the gods.

"Today is the day of destruction for heretics."

"The blasphemer from hell will soon be dragged back to hell!"

The high priest raised the voodoo doll in his hand again, stomped on the skull beneath his feet, and shouted, "Every sacred artifact in my hand represents a glorious victory and the defeat of the enemy."

"Today, at this great moment, I declare that another sacred artifact of the Holy Church is about to be born—born from the blood and tears of the enemy."

As he spoke, the high priest looked at a young couple on the ground.

The scars on their bodies, the despair and anger in their eyes, made the high priest's lips curl into a slight smile.

"These are believers of hell... They preach Milton in the land that is not yet defiled, they preach the blasphemous words of our enemies, and they even say that we should accept Milton."

"Such behavior will be subject to the most severe punishment!"

“All high priests will perform a deep ‘purification’ on their wives’ bodies in front of their husbands. After the purification is complete, the wives will watch helplessly as their husbands’ bones are removed from the altar and made into sacred artifacts!”

"Our victory will be forged in their blood and tears!"

"Brave warriors, set out! I will be here waiting for your good news!"

"..."

"Kill them!"

A group of fanatical cultists, their eyes gleaming with fervor as they watched the couple being tortured on the ground, grabbed Type 56 assault rifles and jumped onto the assault boats and speedboats.

A high priest also boarded the helicopter with the "warriors"—he was carrying a camera.

Such a crucial moment, a sacrificial ceremony that could directly kill 1000 people, must be carefully recorded.

"The explosives are on the boat. Be careful not to detonate them! And don't let water get in!"

"understand!"

"Charge! Take down Milton! Send the 'Hell Tax Collector' back to hell! 'Khorne' can't scare us!"

"..."

The high priest sat in the most comfortable spot on the helicopter, looked at the shirtless warriors carrying rifles, and nodded slightly.

"Our mission is simple: first, go down to the deck, then four of us will go down to assist the soldiers at sea in boarding the ship."

“Cisser, who has penetrated deep into enemy territory, has confirmed that the passenger ship has a helicopter landing pad, which can accommodate this helicopter.”

"After you complete the landing, another soldier and I will provide you with the necessary assistance from the helicopter, helping you to locate the enemy or take them out directly from the air."

"After you've planted the bombs, I'll allow you 10 minutes to carry out the massacre, then evacuate immediately... Milton has helicopters and fighter jets; we must time it perfectly." "Understood!"

After waiting for the assault boats and speedboats to depart for some time, the Bell 206L also took off—the intelligence already clearly indicated the passenger ship's route.

Before long, the high priest spotted the target in the sky.

"Heh, just as Cissell said, the security of this passenger ship is very poor." The high priest observed for a while and came to a conclusion. "Milton only cares about the cargo ship, but he didn't expect that our target is actually his passenger ship."

"Let's go, let's land first and give these people on the ship a big surprise!"

The helicopter flew over the assault boat that was sprinting at full speed, arrived above the passenger ship's deck, found the helipad, and prepared to land.

"The deck is quite empty..."

Just then, before the high priest could finish speaking, the helicopter's windshield shattered!

call out!
The driver, who was smiling and about to reply, had half of his brain blown off, and red and white splattered all over the high priest's face!
Then, a loud "bang" was heard as the gun was fired.

what's the situation? !

Sniper? !

Before the high priest could even think, the helicopter, which had just touched the ground and hadn't even come to a complete stop, went out of control, rolled sideways on the ground, and its propellers broke off one by one as they hit the deck.

Wow...

The high priest crashed into the pilot's corpse, then was violently thrown against the shattered windshield, and was ejected from the cockpit, rolling quite a distance before coming to a stop.

He was only a few meters away from falling into the sea.

If he had been thrown any harder, he would have gone over the railing and been thrown into the sea—at that height, falling into the sea is almost no different from falling onto concrete.

However, just as the high priest was enduring the pain all over his body and struggling to get up, a pair of boots stepped directly on his head, and at the same time, a surprised female voice came.

"'Tax collector'! Holy crap, I think I've caught a big fish!"

"These idiots didn't rappel down, they just landed the helicopter on the deck! A suicide squad!"

Milton glanced at the person on the ground, nodded, and said, "It does seem to be a priest from the High Priests... and he's even carrying a camera, huh."

"Get the fire department here immediately. The helicopter hasn't caught fire yet, but we still need to take precautions."

This anti-VBSS campaign ended too quickly.

They were crushed before they even started.

“‘Hell Tax Collectors,’ there are still assault boats and speedboats coming from the sea. How do we intercept them?” Ishimaya, who had just accurately sniped the helicopter pilot, asked. “Their goal is to blow up the ship. I’m worried that if we let them get too close, they will choose to launch a suicide attack.”

Milton didn't think much of it: "Then intercept them from a distance... Don't worry, they can't escape, our planes have already taken off. Get the machine guns and heavy machine guns ready—let's give our passengers the most exciting entertainment on the last day, after all, we've spent so much money, and it's the maiden voyage, so we have to do something hardcore."

As he spoke, Milton raised the muzzle of the FN FAL rifle he had seized from Van Conn's gang and aimed it at the helicopter—through the red dot sight, he could see the other people inside trying to climb out.

Boom boom boom!
The "Pharaoh" in his hand burst out with a terrifying sound, and 7.62x51mm full-power rounds shot out densely from the muzzle, penetrating the helicopter's outer shell and turning everyone on the ground into sieves.

"what……"

"I'll throw... Ah!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the man's head exploded.

Boom boom boom…

Milton only stopped firing and changed his drum magazine when there was no further movement from inside the helicopter.

Flora looked on with some surprise: "Amazing power? This gun isn't easy to control."

"Let's get going." Milton glanced at the high priest on the ground. "I've fought tanks and planes, but I've never fought a ship."

Soon, a 20mm machine gun was pushed out of the ship's hold by several soldiers.

bang bang bang...

The sounds of machine guns and cannons firing could be heard from other parts of the cabin and deck.

Looking from the top deck, large amounts of white spray, caused by bullets, were already splashing up on the water.

Now, not only is the situation shifting from high to low, but passenger ships are clearly a superior form of cover compared to speedboats and assault boats.

From the perspective of the assault boat, the passenger ship was so huge, long and tall, that a machine gun could easily pop out of any cabin and start firing at them.

Their positions were perfectly clear—the thin armor of the assault boat might not even be able to withstand Milton's FN FAL, let alone larger caliber machine guns and cannons!

Moreover, Milton equipped every soldier with an optical sight.

The enemy, attacking from below, relied entirely on iron sights.

When the counterattack came swiftly, the entire fleet panicked. Some tried to fight back, while others tried to escape, creating chaos.

Milton took control of the machine gun, aimed it at an assault boat that was trying to retaliate, and slammed the trigger.

The impact of waves on assault boats is on a completely different level than that on passenger ships. Most of the enemy's machine guns were fired at the sun due to the waves and the large-scale maneuvers, while Milton easily aimed his scope at the assault boat.

In the mirror, Milton could see the cultist who was operating the machine gun being thrown around in a daze, shouting and yelling anxiously.

Then he pulled the trigger.

Boom boom boom...

The terrifying sound of machine guns penetrated the noise-canceling headphones and reached Milton's ears, while at the same time, a large column of water was ejected from the seawater around the assault boat.

It's a little crooked.

But that's okay, Milton's margin for error is almost infinite compared to his opponent.

He immediately adjusted the angle, pulled the trigger again, and fired a long burst at the assault boat.

Boom boom boom!
This time, the 20mm shell finally didn't miss, piercing the assault boat's fragile armor and sweeping across the entire compartment, instantly staining the glass with blood.

The assault boat, now without its pilot, immediately began spinning in place.

Milton immediately decided to temporarily abandon this target that had lost its threat and raised his gaze to a distant "big ship" that was planning to escape.

"Switch to high-explosive shells!"

"Dafei" is a large motorboat that has been modified with a power system. It is equipped with six engines with a total horsepower of 250 hp and is more than 10 meters long, enough to fit a small car!

At sea, it can reach speeds of up to 90 km/h, making it look like it's flying close to the surface of the sea from a distance.

It is indeed very fast normally, and it often leaves many police officers helpless when smuggling... But this time is different. These "big jets" are carrying explosives and are here to carry out demolitions.

They are much more vulnerable than assault boats, and even less so than speedboats!
The speedboats at least won't be blown up, but these "big flying boats" would turn into fireballs if they were even touched.

Milton seized this fragile window of opportunity as "Big Fly" turned around and accelerated again.

The moment the high-explosive rounds were reloaded, Milton pulled the trigger of the machine gun again—this time, he didn't fire in bursts, but began strafing in the direction Dafei had gone!

It fires nearly 10 high-explosive shells per second!
The "big flying boat" didn't even last 3 seconds. Before the cultists who were still throwing explosives into the sea could even scream, the secondary explosion occurred.

boom!
A fireball, accompanied by a column of white water, rose into the sky from the sea.

The remaining cultists watched as the attack turned into a one-sided massacre and finally lost their will to fight. Some desperately tried to escape by speedboat, while others simply jumped into the sea.

No matter how fast the speedboat was, it couldn't outrun the artillery shells that had taken over the high ground. Soon, one red patch after another appeared on the sea surface...

"Boss, some people jumped into the sea, and bullets can't get through. What do we do?"

Yes, kinetic energy-based ammunition loses its lethality completely after traveling less than 1 meter into water, and its trajectory is also severely deflected.

In many movies, the villains just watch helplessly as the main characters escape.

But Milton wasn't some low-level villain. He chuckled emotionlessly: "If bullets can't get through, then blow them up. When dealing with enemies hiding in the water, bombs are the best weapon—even a simple grenade will be many times more powerful."

Many soldiers don't understand physics, but they do understand orders.

"fry!"

"Throw grenades! Throw offensive grenades!"

"Blow them up!"

Boom boom boom!
As a large amount of explosives were thrown in, more than a dozen bodies quickly floated to the surface of the sea.

"..."

Milton finally nodded in satisfaction: "Our warships can leave port now... Oh, and tell the passengers not to worry, it was just a minor accident."

Flora's expression was strange: "Someone just reported that the passengers aren't worried at all. Many people are saying that the tickets were a great deal, and they're going to brag about this sea trip. They're sure to make a lot of people envious."

The people are simple and honest, right...?

“Alright then.” Milton didn’t care about the little incident. “Go and interrogate that high priest quickly.”

"'Tax Scorpion' is ready to be deployed."

"An-24 tactical transport planes take off with paratroopers, we must hold them off!"

"I will exterminate these cultists completely, let their blood stain the coast of Arsu, and let their corpses pile up in the port of Arsu!"

(End of this chapter)