Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 223 The wind blows and the grass bends low...

When Laun received the call from Julio's subordinate, "Shooter," the big boss of CJNG, he was completely stunned.

He had just been summoned from Comitan to Tustra not long ago, and before he could even enjoy himself for two days, he received another notice saying he had to go back.
"Uh, boss, I just got here and I'm about to start renovating the house."

The drug dealer responsible for relaying the message said coldly, "Trying to bargain with us is not the way of a smart person."

Everyone knows how ruthless CJNG is, and Laun was immediately terrified: "...Okay, okay! I'll go right now, I'll go right now! I'll leave in 30 minutes!"

“Get going as soon as possible… Don’t worry, you’re Guatemalan. As long as you act convincingly, Milton won’t do anything to you. The information ‘Shooter’ asked you to gather isn’t a military secret,” the drug dealer said slowly. “If you can’t even handle this small matter, then don’t expect to make good use of the money you get from us.”

Upon hearing the word "money," Laun had no other thoughts and said, "I understand! I'll set off immediately."

"very good."

beep...

Upon hearing the busy tone, Lauen quickly hung up the phone, then picked it up again and listened carefully to confirm that it had indeed been disconnected.

He then opened the door, looked around to make sure no one was nearby, and then slammed the door shut, yelling, "Damn it, these idiots are drug-crazy lunatics!"

A woman with large breasts asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

In the last couple of days, everyone in the Tustra community has known that a very wealthy Guatemalan has arrived.

And they are very willing to spend money.

Countless women and casinos flocked to him, treating Lauen as a VIP...

Laun was riding high for several days until this phone call brought him back to his senses—working for drug dealers, especially those like CJNG, might seem prestigious and lucrative, but in reality, his survival depended entirely on their whims.

And they'd be at the mercy of drug dealers for the rest of their lives.

Whether it's a drug dealer suddenly turning against you or a drug cartel suffering a fatal blow, Laun only has one path left: destruction.

Just kidding, Mexico hasn't been completely taken over by drug cartels yet!

The fact that the anti-drug issue garnered so many votes is a testament to this.

Laun poured himself a glass of whiskey, took a big gulp, and enjoyed the pleasure of the alcohol stimulating his brain. Then he sneered, "Heh... nothing. I need to go to Comitan to take a look. I heard there's been some trouble there, caused by Guatemalans. My identity will be more useful."

"Hey..." The woman also drank a glass, and taking advantage of the alcohol, she quickly asked the question that many people were curious about, "You can earn so much money, which means you must be very capable. You can't possibly be stumped by a small matter."

Having drunk a few glasses of wine, Laun was still sober, but he was also a little tipsy.

"Of course!" Laun glanced guiltily at the door before laughing loudly, "I earned that much money from those stingy guys CJNG by killing them one by one!"

"Huh?! A head?!"

“Yeah.” Laun said smugly, “Hey, CJNG wanted to take over a community to set a trap for that lousy tax collector next door… That community was full of Guatemalans. If it weren’t for my identity, a lot of people would have escaped alive, and maybe their planes would have come and dropped bombs.”

"Hehe... Do you know how many people I've taken down for CJNG?"

"Damn it, I had my eye on some slut back then, and she wouldn't agree, not even when she was dying. And what happened in the end? Did dying help? Hahaha!!!"

"I love seeing those usually whiny kids watch their parents being dragged out by me and killed right in front of them."

"Anyway, with my help, no one escaped."

"A head is worth a full $100. Now you know how rich I am, and you know how valuable my money is."

"..."

Even knowing that Laun's money was closely related to the recent arrival of this group of ruthless drug dealers, the woman was still shocked by these words.

One head, $100.

So, the entire community was...

Her smile was a little forced: "...You, indeed, are very valuable."

"Heh, the main problem is there aren't enough people." Laun said with a hint of regret. "Once CJNG is fully established, I can continue to make money... If I could sell the entire Xaltenango to CJNG, I don't know how much money I could make!"

"Once I've made that much money, I'm going to Guatemala City... no, I'm going to Los Angeles to buy a house!"

After rambling on and on, seeing that it was almost time, Laun stood up, washed his face, and cleared his head.

"I'm leaving. Wait for me for two days, and don't miss me!"

After saying that, Laun took an ice-cold beer from the newly bought refrigerator, held it in his hand, walked downstairs and opened the door of his newly bought Toyota Corolla.

This is the latest seventh-generation Corolla, attracting envious glances from countless people.

To prevent his car from being smashed or stolen, Lauen even hired two security guards to watch over his car in shifts.

Once in the car, Laun stepped on the gas and sped off toward Comitan.

Along the way, Laun saw two checkpoints – enough to show that the local order in this area had been completely taken over by CJNG.

"Following CJNG, you really can live a good life~"

While humming a little tune, Laun revealed his identity to the drug dealer guarding the checkpoint, leisurely enjoying the scenery along the way, and drove towards Comitan City.

Before sunset, Lauen finally arrived at the familiar Comitan.

But as he looked at the gloomy-faced passersby on the street and at the rows of low-rise buildings, his disdain was immediately written all over his face.

"A poor place..."

"Go back as soon as you finish the task!"

Laun easily found his way to the best hotel in the city center, parked his car, and booked the most expensive suite at the front desk.

He slept soundly and sobered up completely before slowly waking up.

A splash of cold water on his face made Lauen suddenly realize something.

"Damn it, I was so focused on drinking and sleeping that I didn't call those drug-addicted Mexicans to report the situation!"

It's already two or three in the morning!

Thinking about the group of psychopathic killers from CJNG who had been guarding the phone since daytime, and the anger that had been building up in their hearts, Laun instantly sobered up.

He quickly ran out of the bathroom, went to the bedside table, picked up the phone, and dialed the number he would never forget in his entire life.

The other party answered almost instantly!

Laun felt even colder—the speed at which the call was answered meant the drug dealer was probably harboring a lot of rage!

The drug dealer's voice was also chilling: "Laun... you'd better explain why you're only calling now."

Laun broke out in a cold sweat. In a moment of quick thinking, he said, "It wasn't that I didn't call on purpose... You have no idea how much effort I put into getting into the city! Milton sent countless people over. You can see a tank, armored convoys, and combat personnel every few steps!"

"Komitane is practically turning into a fortress!"

"In order to get in, I had to park my car in a secluded spot and walk into the city!"

"I haven't slept yet either!"

"..."

Hearing this explanation, the drug dealers calmed down a bit, but they were still a little suspicious: "You said you can see a lot of tanks and armored vehicles on the streets? But the information we received is that Milton only sent a small number of elite troops, and most of them are just those meddlesome people from Tapachula."

Laun broke out in a sweat again, so he could only make up another lie: "I don't know... but I can see quite a few armored vehicles here, and I think there are more than three tanks and more than 20 armored vehicles!"

“So many…” the drug dealer took a deep breath. “I need to report this to ‘Shooter.’ We have communication channels with the Guatemalan government. If Milton really mobilized that many troops, we might be able to put pressure on them.”

"Alright, now that we're here, let's get to work."

"First, we need to find out whether Milton actually scared that coward to death."

“Then investigate how the locals treat Milton and the people from Tapachula, and what Milton did to our people…” At this point, the drug dealer lowered his voice, “Also, I have a shipment of goods in Comitan that’s very valuable. If it gets lost, I’ll have to pay a lot in compensation.”

"The location is on the farm you're in charge of... the exact location is..."

"Find me a chance to get it back, understand?"

"You'll get it back, and you won't be shortchanged in dollars."

"Report any other news immediately. Bye."

beep...

Laun scratched his head, put down the phone, and glanced out the window.

The streets were very quiet in the early morning; there were no armored vehicles or tanks in sight.

“Tsk, Milton has been hyping up his reputation, but that’s all he is.” Laun shook his head. “You can’t even see a single person.”

Having resolved the immediate crisis, Laun started to gloat again.

If any problems arise later, just keep lying!

After eating a few bites, Laun opened the door, went downstairs, left the hotel, got into his car, and drove to the poppy field he was in charge of.

Before leaving the city, he also took a look at the Kalman neighborhood.

The once bustling community, teeming with cross-border trade, is now eerily quiet, devoid of any lights.

All that remained were various craters and bullet holes, partially collapsed houses, and the remains of a few corpses.

This community is now nothing but death.

"Hahaha! Isn't that Ron's house? I remember his daughter died a horrible death. He was lucky; he died of anger before he even had a chance to be tormented." Ron looked at his masterpiece with smug satisfaction. "And this one, and this one..."

"That little girl thought she could get away with hiding in the basement? Too bad, she can only fool those Mexican idiots. I knew about the basement when I ate at their house last time."

"I even pretended I hadn't found her, to give her a glimmer of hope to live, hahahahaha!"

Thinking about his achievements, Laun laughed triumphantly, drove his Corolla out of the city, and headed towards the poppy fields.

When they were almost at their destination, Laun stopped the car, turned off the engine and lights.

He had to walk the rest of the way.

Everyone knows that this poppy field is very valuable. As long as you have the ability to turn them into powder and have the channels to send them to the United States, it can be a very considerable income.

Milton's people certainly wouldn't let such a large sum of money slip by. As for Milton's anti-drug rumors, Laun didn't believe them at all.

"Heh... These people are just using anti-drug as a slogan to win votes. Who would turn down money? Milton has a port and transport ships. They're probably selling drugs quite happily behind the scenes."

After muttering something to himself, Laun continued to walk in the dark toward the poppy field.

"I'll run if anything goes wrong. I know the roads well, and I have a huge advantage in the dark..."

"It doesn't seem like there's any movement over there."

"Have Milton's men already taken their things and left?"

With that thought, Laun felt a little more at ease. He skillfully turned over a patch of weeds, grabbed a tree, and continued walking forward.

To maintain a semblance of decorum and avoid being too ostentatious, the poppy field was surrounded by a grove of trees.

It's not that I deliberately went looking for it or flew in the sky; this field is not visible from the outside.

Wow…

After crossing a patch of grass, Laun continued walking forward.

The grove wasn't dense; it was just enough to block the poppy fields. Laun quickly reached the edge.

"There's some commotion. There are probably Milton's men in the field, but not many, probably just a few guards."

“As long as I’m not too unlucky and the guards don’t happen to be standing on the goods, I can definitely sneak things away without them even realizing I’ve been there.”

Just as Lauen was making his optimistic guesses, a gust of wind suddenly blew in from the side.

The weeds immediately made a "swish" sound and were blown down.

Laun then caught a very brief glimpse of the scenery ahead, and then he paused for a moment.

He just saw a poppy field, and it looked like it was full of something...

"Ok?"

"Are there still things growing in the ground?"

"Well, it doesn't quite look like a poppy, nor does it look like any other crop."

From Guatemala to Mexico, Laun had come into contact with many crops, but he had never seen a scene like the one he had just witnessed.

If I had to describe it, it's like a large broccoli.

The base and stem are relatively small, while the upper part of the stem is round or oval.

"Does such a crop exist?" Lauen wondered. "Besides, Milton only recently occupied this place. If he uprooted the poppies, wouldn't he have to start planting them from scratch?"

"What kind of crop can grow like this in such a short time?"

"Could it be that Milton directly transplanted some kind of plant seedling..."

"And why does it feel like those plants aren't swaying with the wind? Am I seeing things?"

"..."

Laun was very puzzled and couldn't figure out what was planted in the field after thinking for a long time.

However, he quickly put this completely unimportant matter out of his mind—it was none of his concern what Milton planted.

He was just there to help the drug dealers retrieve some goods hidden here, ask around about recent events in Comitan, get some information to get by, and then drive back to the big city.

With the idea of ​​completing the mission quickly and leaving this place, Laun took a few more steps forward—his movements were light, but not slow at all, and he could leave the woods in just a few steps.

As we got closer to the poppy field, another gust of wind blew by.

This time the wind was stronger and lasted longer than the last one.

And Laun was now closer to the poppy field than before. The dim light in the field gave the things in the field a slightly blurry outline.

This time, he finally saw clearly what was planted in the ground.

That one look chilled Raun to the bone.

That's not a crop at all!!!

Those were... those were human heads!!!

It wasn't the plants swaying in the wind, but these people who were still alive, their mouths gagged, buried in the ground, desperately twisting their necks!

The most terrifying thing is that these faces are all too familiar to Laun... After acting as a guide and collecting bounties from drug dealers using the heads of his fellow villagers, the Kalman community was taken over by the drug dealers.

These faces, these faces...

The entire field was covered in heads, absolutely covered in heads!

They're all drug dealers from CJNG!
At this point, Laun was so terrified that he could no longer feel fear itself; he only subconsciously thought of that outrageous legend—that a minor leader of the CJNG had been scared to death by Milton.

No, this is absolutely not a legend!!!
Just now, Laun could feel his heart skip a beat!

Just then, a "crop" seemed to hear or sense someone coming. It turned its head in a very strange posture and looked in the direction of Laun, its face filled with fear, pain and despair.

This was a face that Laun recognized very well—or rather, this drug dealer was Laun's "fellow traveler" not long ago.

But now it has become a crop!

Laun plopped down on the ground, opened his mouth, but found he couldn't say anything: "..."

At the slightest sound, the "farmers" who were quietly digging and planting with shovels all stopped what they were doing and turned around at almost the same speed and angle to look in Lauen's direction.

That look in his eyes seemed to say, "I've spotted you."

Even if you see such a scene in a movie theater or on TV, most people will be so scared that they can't sleep, they'll be too scared to go to the toilet alone, and they'll have a huge psychological trauma whenever they see farmland or the word "farmland" for a long time to come.

Laun, who was present at the scene, was so frightened that he could not move at all and could only stare at the extremely terrifying scene.

pat, pat.

Behind those terrifying "farmers," a man stepped out and walked across the farmland to stand before Laun.

That incredibly familiar sound, the one I've been hearing so often on the news lately, yet it was utterly terrifying, finally came through.

"who are you?"

Milton... this madman, this devil, this demon from hell, is far more terrifying than Elmenjohn or CJNG!
He was in complete darkness, with only a sliver of moonlight and distant farm lights illuminating his face, making him appear like a ghost.

Laun's teeth were chattering: "I, I am... I heard some noise over here, so I came to check it out."

Milton looked Laun up and down for a while before continuing to ask, "At 3:30 in the morning?"

"I...I..." Every bone in Lauen's body was trembling. "I'm sorry, I've bothered you. I'm sorry, I'll leave right away!"

Milton calmly replied, "A lie."

It was just one word, but the sense of oppression and terror it conveyed far exceeded the threats posed by the CJNG drug dealers.

Laun felt death looming. He dared not speak again and could only cry out, "I didn't want to either, 'Hell Tax Collector' officer! If you don't cooperate, you'll die! Do you know how terrifying these drug dealers are!"

"I don't want to die!"

"I...I'm Guatemalan, I'm one of yours...it's the drug traffickers who are harming me!"

"I am Guatemalan, I am Guatemalan..."

Milton looked at him and said, "A lie that will be exposed immediately."

After saying that, Milton squatted down to the side and first gave the drug dealer, whose hands and feet were bound and who was lying on the ground, a gesture of silence.

"Shh, tell me quietly, who is this person?"

Brandon, who was standing nearby, immediately pulled the rag out of the drug dealer's mouth.

“Ugh…it was him, this Guatemalan, who betrayed the people of the Kalman community to us.” Even though he was buried and already struggling to breathe, the CJNG drug dealer betrayed Laun without hesitation. “It was him, his name is Laun. You can ask the others and you’ll see I’m not lying.”

Milton nodded, gagged the drug dealer again, and looked at Laun.

"What is your mission in Comitan?"

Overwhelmed by fear, Laun gagged twice and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to Milton: "I'm sorry, I didn't want to, I'm sorry... It was the CJNG people who sent me here, they, they asked me to gather intelligence."

“It’s good that you’re in contact with CJNG. Give them a call later, you know what to say.” Milton nodded, then turned around. “Brandon, call Olya over and have her come to our farm to take some photos to give to our hospitable Mexican friends.”

“Okay…” Brandon nodded. “Boss, you’re really something. That guy was almost scared to death. Now a lot of people are calling you half-human, half-ghost.”

Flora interjected, "Whether it's a ghost or not is uncertain, but it's already some distance away from people."

Holy crap, how come I get a new nickname every time I go to a new place?

This nickname is even more outrageous.

Milton thought to himself, "Alright, enough nonsense. Hand me the phone and call this disrespectful new-generation drug dealer."

The call was connected quickly.

The drug dealer's anxious yet expectant voice came from the other end of the line.

"So, have you found my shipment yet?"

Looking at the head that was stuck in the ground and writhing, Laun said with absolute certainty, "Found it, it's been taken out, it's completely safe..."

"Good, have you discovered any intelligence?"

“We’ve found…we’ve found very important intelligence. I reckon we need to let the boss…I mean Elmenjo, we need to let Elmenjo know.”

The drug dealer was surprised: "What?! What is it? Tell me quickly!"

Laun glanced at Milton and replied, "There's too much to explain in a single sentence. I happen to have my camera with me, so why don't I take a picture and send it to you?"

"Okay, hurry up." The drug dealer was also a little nervous. "I'll report to 'Shooter' right away and tell you that what you photographed had better be as important as you say, otherwise, hehe... I'll show you what terror is."

Laun glanced at the crops writhing in despair, paused for two seconds, and then said, "The photos will arrive before noon today."

(End of this chapter)