Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 220 Have you ever heard of "planting human heads"?

Bang, bang, bang...

A large excavator is frantically slamming its shovel into the ground.

Sure enough, a huge crater had collapsed there!
"Did it collapse? Did the underground passage collapse? Is there really a tunnel there?"

"Of course there's a tunnel. The noise was so loud that even a deaf person could hear it."

“‘The Godfather’ is truly amazing… he actually predicted that drug dealers might dig tunnels.”

"Of course! Mr. 'The Godfather' is never wrong!"

"..."

Milton ignored the rumors and opened his panel, scanning the ground below—he needed to confirm whether the drug dealers were truly trapped underground.

Milton was relieved to see the figures frantically circling below, unable to escape.

Flora stomped her foot on the ground, turned her head and asked, "'Tax collector,' are we going to dig them out? Or just leave them suffocating in here?"

“No need, they’re just small fry, ignore them.” Milton glanced down again. “My reputation is already established locally—even if some people don’t feel it, a visit to Jingguan Park will make it clear.”

"The main problem right now is that people in Mexico seem to lack even the most basic respect for me."

"I need to let them feel my warmth too."

Flora shrugged: "You only caused a ruckus in one border city... To most people, the Pan Madre Group is powerful, but that's power in the news and newspapers; the power and madness of the CJNG are right in front of us."

"They've only just started, and I've already heard they've done a lot of crazy things."

Milton nodded.

CJNG is the most powerful and also the most insane drug cartel—the barbecue tactics Milton used against drug dealers are now being openly used against Mexican police.

They even released footage of the officers' desperate cries for help before they died.

A Mexican military helicopter was shot down, resulting in the deaths of 10 soldiers.

Elmenjo's CJNG was extremely cruel not only to the police and military, but also to civilians.

They secretly established an "extermination camp" long ago, and for many years they forcibly brought young people here for "training," including fighting among themselves and even forcing them to eat human flesh. Those who disobeyed or were deemed unqualified were tortured and killed on the spot, or even used as training "materials" for later generations. When the camp was discovered decades later, hundreds of pairs of shoes, tattered clothes, and human bones remained.

New members even have a ritual of eating the heart of an enemy to join the group.

These exposed incidents are merely the tip of the iceberg of CJNG's actions.

Calling them a bunch of lunatics and mentally ill is no exaggeration.

Milton's past actions might frighten others, but they certainly wouldn't frighten CJNG's mentally ill patients.

Flora continued, "And, just as they said, the drug traffickers have an economic base in the area. How do you plan to take them down?"

A powerful and insane enemy, and a popular base.

This is indeed a difficult battle; one wrong move and you could find yourself engulfed in a true people's war.

If they really get trapped, not only will there be heavy casualties, but they may also suffer a complete defeat, let alone obtain oil and electricity.

But Milton remained calm: "With Chiapas's abundant resources, there's no reason for it to be this poor. Even if they develop to a great extent, escaping poverty shouldn't be a problem... Besides, I have the railroad project. Giving the people enough bread to eat is enough to destroy the economic foundation of drug traffickers."

"Don't be fooled by the righteous words of those drug lords, who say that without poppy fields everyone will starve to death... In reality, the vast majority of the profits are taken by the 'channels,' which are the various drug trafficking groups. The farmers working in the fields only receive a meager income to make ends meet."

"The resulting drug economy is barely enough to keep society running."

"If there were other options, the public would not support them as much as the drug lords imagined."

Let alone the farmers responsible for cultivating the land, even in 2011, a pair of uncles and nephews who were responsible for transporting and handling the logistics of drugs for CJNG, two real drug dealers, would only earn 300 pesos a day, which is about 100 yuan.

The reason they were suspected and executed by CJNG was also ridiculous—the two drug dealers were suspected of betrayal because they were able to pay a bail of up to $2 after being arrested.

And indeed, that is the case; they did betray us.

It's not difficult to undermine their popular support.

Flora nodded: "There are definitely die-hards among them... How do you plan to deal with them?"

“Stubborn people are the same as drug dealers, the same as the lackeys of drug cartels.” Milton said without hesitation, “I have only one principle regarding drug cartels and drug dealers.”

"Okay...wait!"

Just as the two were talking, the ground in front of them shifted slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the land collapsed, turning into a loose mud pit.

A shovel appeared, and soon a small pit was dug out. A man with a purple face and looking dizzy crawled out.

These are the drug dealers trapped underground!
They actually managed to cause the tunnel to collapse and then dig it out using the last bit of oxygen they had left!

It has to be said that this will to survive is truly incredibly strong.

But at this moment, Juan and his local police officers did not give these people a chance. They immediately swarmed forward, dragged out several drug dealers, handcuffed them, and brought them to Milton.

"Cough cough cough... You guys, are you cops?!"

boom!
Milton drew his M29, aimed it at the foul-mouthed drug dealer, and fired a .44 Magnum round.

The bullet hit his lips and teeth, and bullet fragments, flesh, and bone fragments flew into his trachea. The drug dealer, who had just breathed fresh air again, once again experienced what it meant to suffocate.

At this moment, he could only barely suppress the feeling of suffocation by desperately breathing, even inhaling blood into his lungs, and then coughing it up.

"Uh, uh..."

Milton put the gun back in its holster and looked at the other man: "Mexicans... this isn't your country. Think carefully about how you should speak. Elmenjo may be scary, but all the tricks he played are things I've already learned."

"Boss, boss, what do you want to know? We'll tell you, we'll tell you everything!" Another drug dealer was very cooperative. "I don't have any money, but there are 200KG of drugs buried down there. They're very valuable. I'll give them to you, I'll give them all to you!"

Milton had no interest in the bag of trash. He tapped his holster before asking, "Where are you from, Comitan, or somewhere further away?"

"It's Comitan City, very close to you, hehe! Speaking of which, we might even be from the same hometown, I also have Mayan blood!"

Juan frowned immediately: "Don't try to build connections here! Since you're from over there, tell me about the situation there."

The drug dealer continued with a fawning smile, "Sir, I know you, I know you... Aren't you the officer who came to investigate that businessman? We received the notification a long time ago, which is why your investigation over there has been so difficult."

"But I have a clue, I know who the killer is! I can tell you right now!"

"but……"

Milton sighed when he heard "however"—unlike the police in the movies, he would never wait for the villain to finish speaking before interrupting him, saying, "How about this, let's play a game. If I lose, I'll let you go; if you lose, you'll honestly tell me everything."

The drug dealer was overjoyed: "Okay, no problem, what game?"

"Have you ever played rock-paper-scissors?" Milton rolled up his sleeves, grinned maliciously, and punched the drug dealer in the face. "I'll keep playing rock, go ahead and play whatever you want."

Crackling...

The fist, as big as a sandbag, landed on the drug dealer. Before he could even react, he was hit several times. First, he felt dizzy, and then a sharp pain shot into his brain.

"what!!!"

"I'm not playing anymore! I'm not playing anymore!"

"You win, you win! I'll tell you everything!"

"...Stop hitting him!"

Milton ignored him until he finally knocked out one of the drug dealer's teeth, leaving him bruised and bleeding, before withdrawing his fist.

"I heard everything, I won."

"According to the rules of the game, now tell me everything you know."

Despite the excruciating pain in his mouth from his knocked-out tooth, the drug dealer forced a smile and said, "That person, that person, happens to be in our group!"

He staggered around and pointed with his handcuffed finger at a drug dealer behind him who had a livid face and looked extremely uneasy.

"It was him! He's the one who killed those merchants!" The drug dealer, who had been brutally beaten, harbored a twisted mentality that everyone should suffer, and confessed everything he could. "That merchant came to do business, but we were taking over the city, and he just happened to run into us... so..."

Juan turned his head and glared angrily at the drug dealer who was constantly retreating.

"Did you do this?!"

Knowing he couldn't deny it, the drug dealer shouted, "It was me... But I'm just a knife! I was ordered to do this, and I can't disobey orders! We're controlling the Kalman community, driving them out, driving them out! If we let them go back, we'll definitely be exposed. You're enemies of the CJNG, so it's perfectly normal for them to make me do that kind of thing!"

The Kalman neighborhood is a trade zone near the border, home to shops opened by Guatemalan immigrants and merchants selling handicrafts and cross-border goods.

Milton had a bad feeling. "Drive them away? What drive them away?!" "It means... drive people away, kill those who don't obey! Let our people take over that place completely!" The drug dealer's eyes were red as he glared at his accusing companion. "He just happened not to have the mission to kill that family. Do you think he killed few? He killed more than me!"

“Guatemalans have no security or connections in the area, so the boss ordered us to massacre the entire community. This is to intimidate people from other communities, better hinder your investigation, and even allow us to ambush your key figures.”

Comitan has a population of 4, so it's unlikely that they could all be wiped out. However, it's CJNG's style to wipe out a community of Guatemalans by killing and driving them out, and replacing them with their own people!
Juan felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this: "So, when we were investigating that community, it was full of your people?!"

Pedestrians walking on the street, eyewitnesses providing evidence, various vendors, even police officers in uniform... are they all actually drug dealers?!

Comitan police definitely knew about this, but they didn't tell Juan's side a single word!
This shows that everything, from top to bottom, has been completely corrupted!

“Yes…yes,” the drug dealer whispered. “They said that if Milton comes, we can take action immediately.”

Could they simply drive out an entire Guatemalan community, create a tragedy, and then lure the investigation team in?

Milton nodded: "Very good, I understand."

Flora took the gun off, cocked it, released the safety, and aimed it at the drug dealers: "Take them down?"

“No rush.” Milton waved his hand. “It seems the new generation of Jalisco has prepared a great gift for me… There’s a Chinese saying, ‘When friends come from afar, one should exterminate their entire clan.’ How can I let them die so meaninglessly?”

Upon hearing this, Juan immediately put the drug dealers in the car—except for the one who had been shot by Milton and was still struggling on the ground; it was obvious to everyone that he was about to die.

No one paid any attention to him at the scene.

No one would waste precious medical resources on drug dealers.

The city of Vevetenango was still in the process of post-war reconstruction and didn't even have enough doctors of its own.

After completely collapsing the tunnel, the others got into the car.

Brandon took a deep breath: "It's a pity they don't have any rivers here, otherwise I would definitely get on a warship and send them flying with its cannons!"

“Vic and Omar will be here soon, and we can have a good talk about how to attack… I feel that this operation here will be much more difficult than the one in Tapachula.”

When the group drove back to downtown Vevetenango, Omar and his entourage, who had arrived by transport plane, arrived at the police station with a team of Mexican police officers.

The An-24 tactical transport aircraft can be used as a passenger plane. It can carry 50 people at a time without any problem. In just a few trips, it can magically transport a sizable group from the south of Chiapas to the north without anyone noticing!
Omar nodded to Milton, his expression serious, and said, "I heard the situation isn't looking too good?"

“Let’s go upstairs and talk.” Milton got out of the car and walked to the conference room. “The drug situation in Comitan is completely different from yours.”

“In Tapachula before, I often heard news of anti-drug politicians being killed, police officers and drug dealers being shot and killed, and drug dealer shootouts causing civilian casualties.”

"And there are police chiefs like you and congressmen like Vic who are trying to salvage the situation."

"But in Comitan, everything was so quiet. No relevant intelligence came in, and even though the two borders are so close, no one came looking for me."

After a long silence, Omar said, "In Mexico, the absence of police officers and drug dealers fighting each other, or of councilors or even the mayor being shot, does not mean that the anti-drug situation in a city is excellent."

"This only proves that the area has completely fallen."

The news of a legislator being shot and various other heinous incidents only indicated that the situation was still salvageable.

Brandon added, "And what's even scarier is that the drug dealers have even emptied an entire community in their fight against us! It's easy for them to take over a community, but it's not so easy for us to clear it out."

"yes……"

"Moreover, this is just a community. Comitan is a city of more than 4 people. How can it stop the CJNG from infiltrating? Although it is impossible for everyone in other places to be a drug dealer, they have definitely controlled all the important areas and industries."

"And there's also the support from the Tustra state government..."

“The people from CJNG don’t seem to be afraid of the boss. They probably don’t have that much psychological pressure.”

"..."

Milton listened and slowly said, "Fear is an innate human emotion. The inability to evoke this emotion only means that I haven't done enough."

Upon hearing Milton's words, the others immediately turned to look.

"Boss, what's the plan this time?"

“They’re not afraid of me? Well then, I happen to have some ideas I haven’t quite figured out yet,” Milton said. “You guys know what burying someone alive is, right?”

"I know... Boss, didn't you just bury those drug dealers alive?"

Milton nodded: "You know about burial alive, that's good... but you probably don't know that burial alive doesn't actually require burying the person's head as well."

Brandon and the others had never heard of this before. Their eyes widened. "Huh? You don't need to cover a person's head with soil when burying them?! Can't they still breathe through their mouths and noses?"

Milton shook his head.

"wrong."

"Let me give you an example—why people buried in an earthquake can also suffocate."

"Human respiration depends on the expansion of the thoracic cavity and diaphragm. When inhaling, the thoracic cavity expands, the diaphragm descends, the pressure inside the thoracic cavity decreases, and air can enter the lungs; the opposite is true when exhaling."

"When the soil reaches above the chest, the weight of the soil puts enormous pressure on the chest and abdomen, preventing the chest cavity from expanding and outside air from entering the lungs, resulting in severe hypoxia."

"Even with the head exposed, effective gas exchange cannot be achieved—does it feel like the despair of knowing you can breathe but just can't inhale?"

"At the same time, pressure on the chest and abdomen can compress blood vessels, hindering blood flow back to the heart, leading to heart failure, obstructed blood circulation throughout the body, and further aggravating organ hypoxia."

"If the soil is compacted enough, it can kill a person in 3 minutes."

"..."

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is this a mini-lesson on "Hell Tax Collectors"?
So killing someone requires such extensive theoretical knowledge?

Brandon had a pretty good idea of ​​what Milton was planning, so he asked, "But boss, unlike before in Tapachula, where the drug dealers only took over the neighborhood... this time the whole neighborhood is full of drug dealers, there are so many of them."

“That’s precisely why a larger group creates a more powerful visual impact,” Milton said matter-of-factly. “If only a few people were buried like this, who would be scared?”

“I want to plant all the drug dealers in the community, just like planting rice seedlings, so that they are neatly arranged on the ground.”

"All the drug dealers in the entire community would only stick their heads out, writhing desperately, and then slowly suffocating to death—doesn't it look like a wheat field or rice paddy being blown by the wind?"

Omar and Vic were dumbfounded: "...Does it look like...?"

Brandon agreed without hesitation, "Yes, it's so similar! I never knew you could farm, boss!"

Flora muttered under her breath, "You're the kind of person who doesn't want to let the whole community off the hook."

Milton looked at Flora and said, "No, I don't want to let a single creature go."

“Drug cartels are insane. They can kill as they go, clearing out an entire community… So I’ll be even more insane. I won’t go; I’ll kill them all. I don’t want to see even a single fly alive in the Kalman community.”

“CJNG is known for its brutality and ruthlessness, so I’ll show them what real brutality and ruthlessness is. I’ll show Elmenjo what it’s like to have his men planted in the ground.”

Vic remained silent for a long time before nodding and saying, "I suddenly understand why the people of Guatemala call you 'Khorne'... Okay, let's not talk about your farming plans for now, let's look at the contract."

"We plan to lease two Dragonfly attack aircraft from you... Here are the numbers of armored vehicles, tanks, and helicopters... Here are the personnel... Here is the procurement of individual soldier equipment..."

"If this force affects your frontline defense, it can be reduced appropriately."

"It's settled. I'll pay half upfront, and the remaining balance after the contract is finalized."

"have a look."

Vic knew Milton had SU-25s, but he also knew that these two precious aircraft were Milton's mainstay, and that if they were moved from the front lines, there could be problems, so he didn't rent them.

Milton glanced at it briefly, thinking to himself that this kid must have made a fortune shorting the peso, and nodded, saying, "No problem."

"Okay, the municipal finance department will make the payment soon... When will your ground forces arrive?"

Milton replied, “It will take another day—the front lines are under close surveillance, Arsu is colluding with drug traffickers, and a large-scale troop movement is likely to be detected. So we must take advantage of the rotation to have my small unit break away from the main force and come through a side road.”

The government forces have weak aerial reconnaissance capabilities, and spies cannot infiltrate them. As long as they are not discovered on the front lines, the rear is a dark place for Arsu.

“Okay!” Vic nodded, clenching his fist. “Our police uniforms and credentials are all ready, all the procedures are complete and absolutely legal. Remember to change into your uniforms before you go out.”

"Hey... I heard it was your operation. Many officers who fought alongside you before have volunteered. We were worried we wouldn't have enough people."

"I never expected your name to be so appealing."

"Once we can capture Comitan as a bridgehead, our subsequent operations will be much easier."

Milton picked up his specially made police uniform, shook it lightly, and casually draped it over his shoulders: "Tomorrow, we'll give our new generation of drug dealers an unforgettable, profound lesson from their predecessors."

P.S.: Today's storyline is about farming.

(End of this chapter)