Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 221 Milton is a ghost!

Boom boom boom...

A convoy of trucks, covered in camouflage tarpaulins, arrived in Vevetenango at night, following the winding mountain roads.

They're carrying infantry fighting vehicles and tanks!

Milton didn't sleep that night. He watched the armored vehicles being unloaded the whole time, and couldn't help but remark, "If there were a railway, I could mobilize more equipment, and it would be much more concealed than cars."

“It’s a pity, you won’t have a railroad if you don’t win this battle,” Flora joked. “Let’s go… Elmenjohn probably never imagined that he would face such a high level of confrontation right from the start.”

In order to make the "farm" as large as possible, Milton chose to operate at night, launching a surprise attack on Comitan City, which had almost completely fallen into the hands of drug traffickers.

Milton nodded, looked at Omar beside him, and emphasized again: "Remember, there will be no survivors in this operation—no one is innocent in this mission."

“We’ll split into two groups. You go and attack the police station, and I’ll go and clear out the city that’s been completely taken over by drug traffickers.”

"We must completely stop the drug dealers and not let a single one escape!"

Omar sighed, "This feels so familiar..."

While Milton was making final pre-battle preparations, the police officers from Mexico and the soldiers who were about to become "temporary officers" were also conducting their final checks.

Armored vehicles, turrets...

And the distant military aircraft that have been "leased" to Tapachula Airport.

Soon, a soldier approached, saluted Milton, and said, "Sir, we are ready!"

"Let's go!" Milton said without hesitation. "Operation codename: 'Farming'!"

At this time, most of the lower and middle-ranking soldiers did not know what Milton was specifically going to do. Upon hearing the code name of the operation, they all remarked that although "Hell Tax Collector" was still as decisive as ever, he had at least shown a bit of a love for peace.

At least he's willing to farm now!

Why bother farming in the past? When there was no food, we'd rob the enemy; when there was no money, we'd rob the enemy; when there was no entertainment, we'd kill a few drug dealers for fun...

"Charge! For farming!"

The soldiers were in high spirits, and the armored convoy led the bulletproof convoy onto the road in a grand procession.

Milton nodded slightly, turned and jumped into the cabin of the UH-1 helicopter.

In the initial stages of this operation, three helicopters, including Milton's vehicle, will provide aerial support!
To prevent being shot down, Milton specifically instructed all pilots that once they entered “enemy airspace,” they must maintain altitude and speed.

“Block the entire Kalman neighborhood, then go kill them by house number.” Milton pulled Flora onto the helicopter and continued, “Throw any dogs into the river, split any earthworms you see vertically, and even an egg must have its yolk broken.”

“That’s ruthless…” Flora nodded and said, “This is partly due to personal grudges.”

“Nonsense.” Milton admitted it immediately. “My new government had just settled down, had just crossed the border, and it was wiped out… Is this murder? This is a slap in my face! Of course I have to intervene.”

The two chatted while checking the battle situation with the front lines.

Finally, news arrived as expected that Omar's team had attacked the city government and police station!
The armored convoy has also completed the initial encirclement of the Kalman community!
beep...

The helicopter engines started and it flew towards Comitan City.

"Omar, provide a real-time battle report." It was dark, but that didn't affect the panel's ability to view friendly positions. Milton glanced down at the ground from the sky. "The Kalman community has been initially surrounded, and they are now tightening the encirclement... We absolutely cannot allow enemy reinforcements to arrive."

Da da da……

As Milton spoke, faint but intense gunfire and even cannon fire could be heard.

The battle on the ground has begun!
"Don't worry!" Omar's calm voice came through the radio. "We've stormed the police station. The enemy is still asleep; they know nothing about our operation!"

"..."

"They've seized the armory! Good heavens, they've even prepared man-portable air defense systems, albeit cheap ones like the SAM-7..."

Milton nodded when he heard that his teammates' operation was going smoothly, and gave the order to attack to the team responsible for besieging the Kalman community.

The assembled tanks immediately rolled into the streets!
From the helicopter, you can see a tank using a high-explosive shell to blast a house that was in the way into pieces!
Just then, Omar's excited voice rang out again: "'Hell Tax Collector,' a big fish! We've caught a big fish!"

"What big fish?"

"Mayor!" Omar almost laughed. "Holy crap, I can't believe it, we caught the mayor of Comitan there!"

"Damn it, the soldiers who attacked the city hall just now couldn't find him in the mayor's office. They thought he got lucky and slipped out..."

"As a result, the team that attacked the parliament building found the mayor in the parliament building."

"It's so lively inside... A bunch of people are playing video games in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, and there are a lot of members of parliament too. Holy crap, we might have taken the entire government leadership and the Comitan parliament with us. Can you believe it?"

Milton paused for a moment: "Well done... What about the police station?"

The downside of night raids is that the enemy might be sleeping at home, and hearing the noise could easily wake them up and cause them to sneak away.

The members of parliament and mid-level officials who fled overnight may have taken the news out of here.

So, instead of sleeping, they gathered together late at night?!

“No wonder the police station’s security was so weak. It turns out the police chief is here in the parliament. So all their armed forces are here?” Omar continued. “Komittan is more vulnerable than we thought.”

How's the situation on your end?

Milton fell silent again before saying, "The attack is still ongoing... The drug dealers are on high alert, so the resistance we're encountering isn't too fierce, but it's unlikely that they'll all drop their weapons and gather together. It will take a little more time."

"Okay, I can spare some people to help you, or I can send these people to directly blockade the entire Comitan?"

“Leave a small mobile team behind. The rest of you go and interrogate the officials to see if any have escaped.” Milton didn’t hesitate and began the next step. “The rest of you go and block the main road leading out of Comitan to make sure that any escapees can’t drive away.”

"We don't have enough manpower to block the entire city. We just need to get them to stop using fast vehicles."

“We will definitely catch up with the enemy who left by the side path on foot.”

"The perimeter is safe. My helicopter will land immediately."

"...Okay, I'll make the arrangements right away."

"Uh, wait! Someone is reporting something important to me."

Milton, watching the ground draw ever closer, asked, "What's going on?"

Omar spoke a few words to his men and replied, "Someone got through to the police station... Yes, it was from the Kalman neighborhood, the neighborhood you're attacking."

Latin America's magical realism once again surpassed Milton's imagination.

It took him a full five seconds to process the news before he calmly asked, "They made the call? What about it?"

“Tell the police and the city government to stop playing around. Tell the police to send officers to notify the chief so they can bring people to the rescue…” Omar’s voice was also filled with shock. “Wait… they don’t seem to realize that the police station has been compromised, or that the people they’re talking to are no longer ‘friends’.”

"How about we try to get some information out of them?"

"If we combine and compare what he said with the messages from the soldiers, we might gain some insights."

Milton jumped out of the helicopter, got into the LAV-25 that was waiting there, and replied, "You take over the controls... coordinate with us and try to delay the time of exposure as much as possible."

"The person who called might be someone of decent standing... but he was too panicked, seemed to have lost his judgment, and was treating us as his only lifeline."

"..."

……

At this moment, bullets kept coming towards the community controlled by CJNG, and there were constant sounds of shells falling and exploding.

Boom boom boom!
"Ah—I've been shot! I've been shot! I'm bleeding, I'm going to die... Ah!!!"

"Who is it? Who is hitting us?"

"They have tanks! Not armored vehicles, real tanks, holy shit, holy shit! Rocket launchers, does anyone have rockets... ah..."

"I surrender, I surrender... Don't kill me, ah!!!"

"..."

A CJNG junior leader stood in the room, holding an AK, looking bewildered. Just moments ago, the intense gunfire and artillery fire, along with various messages from his subordinates, had completely overwhelmed him.

When has he ever dealt with such complex and varied battlefield information?
He usually carries a beat-up submachine gun or AK, drives to a location, and starts spraying bullets indiscriminately.

The sudden influx of information left him completely bewildered.

"Boss, what do we do?!"

"Fire!" Being a madman from the CJNG, this low-ranking officer couldn't process the information, so he simply ignored it. He roared, "We're not even afraid of the government forces! We dare to kill Mexican armored vehicles, aircraft, and officers, what are these people compared to us!"

"Grab grenades, draw your guns, and fight them to the death!"

"This is our territory, and the Chiapas state government is on our side. They should be the ones afraid of us!"

"kill!"

"Kill out!"

Several drug dealers raised their guns, shouted, turned and rushed out of the room, heading towards the direction from which the sounds of artillery and machine gun fire were coming.

However, they could only determine the enemy's location from the firelight and sound.

But these enemies of unknown origin seemed to have superpowers, able to pinpoint their location with pinpoint accuracy!
Despite the poor visibility, the Type 59 tanks, still on their mission, began to turn their guns around and aim at the drug traffickers just seconds after the first group of drug traffickers charged out.

The next second, the coaxial machine gun and main cannon opened fire simultaneously!
A 100mm anti-aircraft shell shattered the body of a drug dealer, poured into the house behind him, and exploded into a huge fireball!

The remaining men were quickly mowed down by machine gun fire, unable even to get close to the tank. Seeing this, the squad leader finally calmed down a bit—the enemy seemed completely unconcerned about "collateral damage"?
They kill anyone who's alive?!
The squad leader quickly shouted, "Don't charge straight at the tanks! There are definitely infantry scouting nearby. Take out the infantry first!"

"Don't rush in too quickly. Wait until there are more people, gather together, and then charge! Charge together, or charge separately!"

"Hurry up, block them all up!"

Under the organization of the junior leader, the second wave of blocking forces quickly assembled.

Drug dealers from the entire community were mobilized, and this time nearly 30 people were gathered, carrying a large number of grenades and homemade explosives.

"rush!"

The drug dealers formed groups of three or four and rushed toward the direction the tank was firing, but this time they chose to circle around it slightly.

Boom boom boom…

The heavy machine gun fired again, and the drug dealer who was grazed by the bullet had no time to react before he was turned into a splatter of blood and flesh on the spot.

The drug traffickers couldn't find the hidden infantry, but this time they outnumbered the enemy and managed to break through the occupied streets.

A high-drug dealer shouted excitedly, "Grenade! Bomb! Throw it!"

Then, he witnessed the suffocating scene.

What attacked wasn't a single tank at all.

It wasn't a whole armored convoy!

The tanks were just the vanguard; several infantry fighting vehicles followed behind!

The biological instinct for death finally outweighed the euphoria brought on by the stimulants.

The machine gun turret on the infantry fighting vehicle was coldly facing this direction, and the muzzle flashed briefly.

The next instant, the drug dealer who rushed to the front lost consciousness—along with the grenades and homemade explosives on his body, he was blown into a meat paste mixed with carbon powder!
boom! ! !
The squad leader, who witnessed the whole thing, then realized what had happened. Later, news kept coming in that other directions were also under attack, but the unidentified enemies stopped attacking after taking control of key transportation routes on the periphery.

The entire Kalman community is surrounded!

"Oh no... Their slow attack speed isn't because they lack strength!"

"They're cleaning up building by building!!!"

Recalling the tanks' reckless firing just now, a terrifying thought entered the foreman's mind: "The enemy is here to massacre the city! They want to kill everyone, or at least capture everyone here!"

That's why their advance was so slow, despite their overwhelming military strength.

It's not because of insufficient firepower at all!

"No...we must ask for help from outside."

"Fortunately, their decision to clear the buildings one by one gave us time to struggle, which was their biggest mistake!"

“We’ve already been working with the state government. Once reinforcements arrive, they’ll all be finished!”

"The thing to do now is to get the message out as quickly as possible."

The leader took a deep breath, even forgetting to grab his pistol from the table, and jogged ahead, letting the others hold off the enemy to delay their clearing time. He then reached the very center of the community and picked up the mobile phone that was lying there.

Other drug dealers gathered around, their faces filled with fear: "Boss, what do we do?"

"You all stay at the front and do your best to slow them down. Time is on our side!"

"Believe me! Hurry! If we don't act now, everyone will die!"

After driving everyone else away, the leader breathed a sigh of relief—now, he was sure to be the last one to die.

He picked up his mobile phone and crawled under the bed.

Just kidding, those lunatics attacking don't care about anything. What if shrapnel from an exploding shell flies in and takes them away?
Lying on the ground is the safest option.

Even if we take a step back, with so many buildings in this community, how could the enemy possibly search so thoroughly? Even if it were breached, hiding under a bed might have allowed them to escape unscathed.

Even if the enemy doesn't massacre the city, given their brutal style, they certainly won't have a good ending if they fall into their hands.

The gang leader hid himself, picked up the phone, and dialed the police station.

Only those forces on that side have the ability to provide rapid support. Only by gathering local police and attempting to attack the encirclement from its weakest points can they have any hope of escaping.

"Beep beep..."

The call was answered quickly.

The panicked foreman, before the other side could even speak, blurted out, "Damn it, wake up! The fire's already at our doorstep, you know that?!"

"Quickly, tell Turk to stop messing around with women in the Senate. Make him send people to the Kalman community. We've been attacked!"

"Did you hear that?!"

A voice came from the other end of the phone: "...I understand. Calm down a bit and tell us in detail what happened over there?"

"Are you deaf?" the squad leader snapped, furious. "Can't you hear gunfire? Can't you hear artillery fire? Hurry up and get here, or we won't be able to hold out any longer!"

After a moment of silence, the other party said, "We have already sent someone to inform the chief... but according to your description, the enemy's firepower is very strong. Our men can only tear open a gap at most and rescue a few people. Please stay calm and protect yourself. The police need the information you provide to organize the attack."

"Tell us what you know... like who the enemy is? How many enemies are there?"

The gunfire outside grew louder and louder, and a stray bullet even hit the wall of the house where the leader was.

"How would I know who it was... Damn, I know, Milton, it must be that madman Milton! Only he has such power, and he's so close to us! This madman is vengeful, but we didn't kill any of his people, we just took down a few Mayan trash?"

"You idiot Milton, do you think these trash's lives are enough to buy cannonballs?"

"They don't have many people, but they are well-equipped and advancing faster than I expected... The gunfire and artillery are getting closer, you need to hurry."

The officer's calm voice came through the receiver: "Don't panic, our people are at the parliament. We're organizing an evacuation now. Tell me your exact location."

"I'm in the house right in the middle of the community. I'm telling you where the bureau chief is, he knows! Come quick, the gunfire is getting closer!"

"Calm down, stay where you are and don't think about those things. All the officers have been mobilized, and our breakout team will be there soon."

“Damn it… those congressmen can be re-elected after they die, they’re worthless. Hurry up and come here! Think about what that madman Milton has done. I don’t want to be beheaded by him, or have my head turned into a pyramid! Do you know how terrifying that madman Milton is? He’s more terrifying than Elmenjohn. If I get caught, I’ll be lucky to even die. I… I forgot my gun. I don’t want to be caught by him. I don’t want to die! Milton isn’t even human, he’s Khorne!”

"Don't think about those things. Calm down and stay calm. We have rocket launchers and machine guns, and we're on our way. We'll break through the defenses soon."

"Faster! The gunshots are getting closer!"

"Closer? How close? How much longer can it hold out?"

"I...I don't know...maybe only a few dozen meters, maybe a dozen meters? They sped up, that's impossible, they weren't this fast before! Come quick, come quick!"

"The assault team has reached the outer perimeter. We've found a breakthrough. The armored vehicle will be here soon. Don't panic. The calmer you are, the greater the chance we'll be able to rescue you."

"Okay, okay... Remember to come in from the east entrance. There's a small door there, and there's plenty of cover nearby, so you're less likely to get hit by stray bullets."

"Sizzle... Boom boom boom..."

Hearing the sounds of electricity and gunfire, the drug dealer became excited: "You've arrived?! Hurry up, hurry! Bullets are already hitting the walls of my room, and more and more are coming!"

"We're making a full-scale breakthrough... We'll be there soon. Their firepower should be heading our way now. Is it any safer on your end?"

The leader listened carefully to the surrounding sounds, and sure enough, the gunfire gradually thinned out, and the direction of the bullets seemed to have changed.

"They're gone! They're moving away! Quick, get me out of here!"

"We've driven the enemy back, but their firepower is strong, and they'll be back soon. Let's retreat to a safe place first."

"Hurry, hurry! If I get out of here alive, you'll be rich! You've done a great job, I'll reward you with a huge sum of money! Quick, Milton, that madman, is coming again. I'm pressed to the ground, I can hear his tank engine!"

"Calm down... Our assault team is here. Tell us your exact location."

The foreman shifted his body, intending to get out from under the bed: "Under the bed in the first room on the left after you enter!"

"..."

After he finished speaking, the entire room, no, the entire community, seemed to fall silent for a moment. The small-time boss found himself suddenly unable to hear any sound—not the sound of gunfire, artillery, tanks, or even the ever-responsive police officer on the phone.

"Hey?! Cop, don't suddenly go silent!"

"..."

"can you hear me?"

"..."

"Mr. Officer?"

"..."

"...I've found you."

The underling, who was at the edge of the bed, finally heard the voice, but the tone of the voice made his pupils contract sharply.

A creaking sound came from the bed, and then Milton's face, which terrified everyone, suddenly appeared upside down in front of the leader, almost touching him!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The drug dealer's pants got wet, and he was so scared that he peed himself on the spot.

(End of this chapter)