Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 22 Mailing Tickets
Thirty minutes later.

Swish...shua...

In the vast basement, the two silently packed away various belongings.

For Milton, the losses in this battle were devastating. Of his three expensive heavy body armor sets, one was completely destroyed and two were damaged. After combining all the intact plates, he was left with only one and a half body armor sets.

The MP5 was damaged, two shells were destroyed, and countless bullets and projectiles were lost... Most importantly, a teammate who was relatively reliable in combat and familiar with the local environment and underground market was lost, which is something that no amount of supplies can replace.

Milton sighed with heartache and then considered the spoils of war.

First, there's a half-set of ABA Xtreme IV level 4 armor with all the back plates intact, and an FN FAL 50.00 automatic rifle.

This thing has a rate of fire of 650 rounds per minute, an effective range of over 600 meters, is accurate, powerful, and easy to maintain... Although it is bulky and not easy to operate, its firepower is truly ferocious.

In some cases, even the standard FAL 50.00 model instead of the 50.41 machine gun model can be modified with a drum magazine and used as an emergency squad automatic weapon!

If you replace this gun with some M61 armor-piercing rounds, it might even be able to deal with some lightly armored targets.

This largely compensated for Milton's firepower problem.

It's a good gun at this stage, and it makes up for the shortcomings.

“This gun is probably worth around $10000 on the black market. Luckily, the panel shows the actual local price, not the military's purchase price.” Milton quickly did a mental calculation, assessing his points gain or loss. “Half a set of level 4 armor is worth about $25000, but smuggling this kind of thing is considered a level 2 prohibited item, so I don't get any red points. It's a huge loss…”

The remaining few AK-74s are really worthless – the most valuable part of a gun is actually its high-precision accessories, but unfortunately these guns don't have any accessories.

In the end, Milton spent 15 red points to fight this battle, and finally got back less than 6.

No way! He absolutely cannot bear this loss!

Fan Kangbang must take full responsibility for this matter.

Thinking this, Milton took out the ticket and gave Van Conn a list of penalties from the counter—if he couldn't get the money now, he would get it later!

As Milton was signing, Brandon, who was tidying up his things on the floor, suddenly broke the silence: "What... do you plan to do next?"

Milton's pen scratched: "The Van Cong gang's operation was egregious; they must pay a heavy price."

Brandon cautioned, "Aren't you planning to run away? They've suffered such heavy losses this time, they're bound to go crazy. Believe me, they won't listen to the law, and they're not gentlemen. They can't retaliate against you right now, but they'll definitely retaliate against your family."

Milton said coldly, "I have no family."

“…” Brandon paused for a moment, then said, “Then, they’ll go to your hometown and carry out a massacre, and then pin the blame on you.”

Milton paused for a moment, then replied, "I have no home."

If they have the guts, they'll go to China.

Brandon was at a loss for words, so he went to get a sip of tap water to ease the awkwardness.

"And you?" Milton asked back as he wrote, "What are you planning to do?"

“I…I don’t know.” Brandon shook his head with a bitter smile. “I’ve offended the Van Con gang. There are moles in the police department and checkpoint. The pharmacy can’t keep operating…I, I think I’m finished.”

“Then work for me.” Milton brazenly maintained his composure, “This is your only way out.”

Brandon paused, his tone bitter: "Dude, I have to admit you're strong, but what good is strength if you're strong alone? The Van Kang gang has cut off our source of income. Border control and the police can't do anything to you openly, but what about their covert targeting? Without money and connections, you'll just suffocate to death little by little."

Milton didn't explain much, but simply pointed out a fact: "But you have no allies left. Only by following me can you find a way out and survive. Think of 'the boss,' think of Leah, think of your family. You only have this one choice."

"..." Brandon sadly discovered that it was indeed true. "You're right, we're in the same boat now, but unfortunately, the boat keeps leaking."

Milton signed the ticket and put the pen on the table: "Then let's cover it up. If the Van Conn gang is blocking us, we'll deal with the Van Conn gang; if the checkpoint is targeting us, I'll take control of the checkpoint; as for you, as long as you can spread your influence throughout the entire police department, why would you be afraid of your colleagues shooting you in the back?"

"Think about it, is it better to continue to be subservient to others and eat their leftovers, or to get promoted, make a fortune, and control everything?"

"Power and wealth are like AIDS; they can only be spread through blood and sex... unless you have a gun."

The basement fell silent for about ten seconds.

"Alright! Since we're going to die anyway, I might as well take a few people down with me before I die!" Brandon was clearly still pessimistic, and at this moment he was thinking of dying together with the enemy. "Tell me, who should we go fight next?"

Milton walked over to the man's body and pulled off his bulletproof vest.

“A former prisoner told me that the Van Con gang is currently fighting with other gangs in Mexico. Here, the Van Con gang has already lost 11 men and a lot of equipment. They can’t spare a stronger team to deal with us anytime soon.” Milton stripped the burly man naked and returned to the pharmacy. His voice drifted over slowly. “The leader of the Van Con gang is very cautious. He won’t let his men die.”

"Just like you said, this incident has caused quite a stir. Officially, we've taken down a group of terrorists, so the checkpoints and police won't take any overt action against us." "In other words, we have a brief respite and don't have to fight anyone. Of course, there won't be a full-scale assault, but that doesn't mean they won't try to assassinate us. You still need to be careful about that."

With that, Milton picked up a knife, turned around, and went back to the burly man.

"You should find a way to develop your influence within the police department, and climb as high as you can... while I'll develop more manpower. The prosecutors who go out on field duty aren't very well-liked, so I can try to win them over. We must band together to form our own power base so that gangs, corrupt cops, and checkpoints will be wary of us."

"Finally, the most important thing is money. We need a lot of money. With money, we can solve many problems and drive Fan Kangbang out of Malacan Town."

The next step is to strike at the remaining forces of Fan Kang's gang in the town as much as possible, while also making money off them.

Swish...shua...

Brandon fell silent again, but this time his silence wasn't because of Milton's words.

It's not what he does, but what he does.

"Um, I understand the logic, but... why are you playing with corpses?"

Brandon was furious just now, and he only threw a few punches... How did Milton manage to cut off this burly man's head bit by bit and then pry open his mouth without saying a word?!
Milton pried open the burly man's mouth with his knife and held out his hand to Brandon, saying, "Plastic bag, small, clear."

Brandon carefully took a plastic bag and handed it to Milton... Now he felt that this prosecutor was much more terrifying than those killers from before.

Even the gory scenes in those twisted murder mystery movies aren't as bloody as they are now!

"What are you doing?"

Milton put the ticket into a plastic bag, stuffed it into the burly man's mouth, and replied, "Mail the ticket to Van Conn's gang. Find an address of their main business and send it there."

Upon hearing this, Brandon took another sip of tap water, then a second, then a third…

Mad, powerful, and with an extraordinary, terrifying obsession with taxes.

Faced with a hostile force like the Van Kang gang that nearly cost him his life, Milton's first thought was to issue them a ticket?

Two minutes later, Milton had almost finished packing up the "tickets".

“Let’s go outside,” Milton said, lifting the severed head. “Your colleagues should already be outside.”

Two shells exploded, one of them right at the entrance; the sound was probably audible throughout the entire town.

Now, 30 minutes have passed, and the police should be arriving around here by now.

Milton, his head still bleeding, crawled out of the manhole doorway, which had been reduced to rubble.

The dawn was already faintly visible in the old streets.

……

The sheriff who had previously investigated the car explosion and his subordinates were the first to arrive at the scene on the old street. They quickly set up a cordon and isolated the street.

Click...click...A blonde female reporter was constantly taking pictures from different angles outside the cordon.

In the distance, the faint sound of several police sirens could be heard—that was the police force responsible for reinforcements.

The sheriff sighed with some regret.

According to intelligence, at least 11 heavily armed militants entered the house; they were wearing bulletproof vests and had heavy weaponry.

The commotion here just now was so loud, it was like a small-scale war had broken out! This entrance looks like it was bombarded by a howitzer!
That prosecutor is probably finished... We don't know what's going on inside, we'll have to wait for our colleagues from the Special Police Force to come before we can go in and see.

There were a full 11 thugs! They were about to rush out, and even the sheriff himself had to turn and run away!

Just then, the sheriff suddenly heard a slight noise coming from the ruins, so he instinctively looked over.

A blood-soaked, horribly injured, weak and exhausted inspector slowly crawled out of the ruins.

He was holding a blood-dripping head in his hand.

He looked up at me, his gaze calm.

At that moment, the sheriff felt a chill run down his spine.

(End of this chapter)