Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 234 Milton is the Sun of Mexico

Rumble…

Meanwhile, Milton and the other soldiers on standby were sitting in the open, around a campfire, eating hot pot, cooking fresh meat and vegetables, and enjoying their meal in the cold wind.

Fighting is raging in the city not far away, yet here they are even having the leisure to listen to the radio reports of the battle while eating a snack...

Not only soldiers, but also workers enjoyed similar treatment.

Even Brandon sidled up to Milton, chuckling, "Boss, a lot of people are guessing... If you hadn't stopped them, someone would have opened a betting pool!"

Milton took a casual bite of chicken and asked, "What kind of dish should we have?"

“It’s like drug dealers fighting each other in the city. Who will win in the end?” Brandon laughed excitedly. “Right now, everyone is listening to the live updates on the radio, and they’re arguing about it fiercely.”

How could you possibly determine the winner based on something like this...?

Milton's lips twitched slightly: "They've got plenty of free time..."

"Boss, which side do you think will win?"

"I don't know which side will win, but I know that in the end they will all lose, and only I will win, win, win."

"..."

Everyone chatted and ate in a relaxed atmosphere, but no one let their guard down; everyone was on high alert, ready to fight at any moment, until dawn…

"'Godfather,' news has come from inside the city! They've decided the victor!"

"..."

……

San Cristóbal.

boom!
A ZIS-3 76mm cannon mounted on a makeshift tank fired a high-explosive shell, which hit a building in front of it.

The shells landed precisely inside, eliminating several of Jason's guards once again.

Magnus wiped the blood from his face and said viciously, "Keep bombing, keep the machine guns firing... Milton said we have to see Nathan's head!"

The machine gun turret on the other truck immediately opened fire, slaughtering the Nathan retinue, which was already showing signs of collapse.

The drug dealers, who had been fighting fiercely all night and were now getting hungry, were thinking about the enemy's rations and how they could surrender to Milton if they won. Their faces were full of fighting spirit: "Kill! Kill these drug dealers! For Milton!"

"Come on!"

"..."

"Boss, we won!" a drug dealer with a bullet in his arm shouted gleefully. "Nathan's finished! Hahahaha!"

After all, they had been bombed by Milton for so long, and they had plenty of supplies. Lacking the courage to fight to the death, Nathan's men collapsed earlier than the Magnus, who couldn't even afford their next breakfast, after the large-scale fighting.

Sometimes, in a war, the stronger side doesn't just take small gains here and there and slowly defeat the enemy...

Instead, after a stalemate, the situation suddenly becomes uncontrollable and one-sided, manifesting on the battlefield as the losing side collapsing instantly and suffering a complete rout.

Nathan is now fleeing toward the partially collapsed government building in San Cristóbal.

"Catch them!" Magnus, sitting in the safest spot, waved his hand. "Charge! Victory is just around the corner... Once we defeat them, we'll have food!"

The brutality of the CJNG drug dealers resurfaced. With victory in sight and the prospect of surrendering to Milton's camp, free from the pressure of survival, one drug dealer drew a dagger and asked, "Boss, mayor of San Cristó, what do we do?"

Without a second thought, Magnus said, "What else can we do... the same as before, wait, no! Didn't Milton tell us to clean up the whole city? Perfect, let these people do it too, but they don't deserve any food, let them work themselves to death."

“Kill all of Nathan’s combat personnel; they might turn against him… but these weak civilian officials, hah!”

"..."

"Kill! Kill the mayor! Extra food!"

"It's already daylight, let's have breakfast!"

The drug traffickers, armed with guns, stormed the municipal building, easily annihilating the remaining enemies. Several surviving homemade tanks surrounded the government building—if things went wrong, shells would pour into the building.

Nathan was still putting up a last-ditch effort inside, but it was clearly a "last-ditch effort."

Magnus stepped out of a dirt tank in a triumphant manner, took cover in a position out of the line of fire, and had his men hand him a small megaphone.

“Nathan! And all those people surrounding him!”

"I am Magnus!"

"When you were in dire straits, I led my own men, risking our lives and enduring immense pressure, to rescue you. But your leader, Nathan, not only didn't thank us, he also refused to give us food, water, or clothing, and tried to starve us to death!"

"They even sent troops at night to try and ambush us!"

"Do you think a leader like that is worth following?!"

"..."

Inside the government building, CJNG underling Nathan, after hearing the accusations outside, finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted back, "Magnus! You damned drug dealer, I will never surrender to you! Let me tell you, you're finished. Milton and I have reached an agreement. If you dare to kill me, just wait for Milton to take care of you all!"

When he said that, everyone in the room, including Magnus, was stunned.

and many more? !
Milton... and Nathan, reached an agreement?

While Magnus was stunned, his mind raced, and soon he understood everything—why Nathan wouldn't give them food, why Nathan attacked them, and why Milton accepted their surrender so easily!
Because Milton didn't place any bets, he offered the same surrender terms to both sides, so no matter who won in the end, Milton would always have the last laugh.

Magnus, belatedly realizing what was happening, glanced at the other drug dealers, his expression not exactly pleasant.

After a long silence, Magnus picked up the megaphone and shouted, "You're talking nonsense! How could the 'Hell Tax Collector' possibly cooperate with a traitor like you, whose hands are covered in blood and who goes back on his word? I won't allow you to tarnish his reputation! Everyone else, kill them! Charge in and tear Nathan's lousy mouth off!"

Nathan never expected that his final threat before his death would elicit such a response.

Much later, he realized the root cause of this civil war.

Damn it, it's all Milton's fault!

Milton had become the last straw for these drug dealers. When they discovered that this straw was actually just a ploy to incite civil war, Nathan and the drug dealers around him who were still resisting instantly lost all their fighting spirit.

Boom boom boom…

Before long, Magnus's men stormed into the government building and quickly captured the vast majority of the building, occupying all the rooms and basements.

Seeing that all was lost and Milton was unlikely to come to their rescue, Nathan and his men had no choice but to lay down their weapons and be tied up with despair on their faces.

He was a junior leader in CJNG, and although he wasn't very familiar with Magnus, he had heard of him.

It fell into his hands...

Magnus walked up to his defeated opponent, looked at him, and kicked him in the face.

"Nathan! Weren't you supposed to be so powerful? Weren't you holding my men hostage? Weren't you supposed to be so powerful that you wouldn't give us food? Weren't you supposed to attack me first? Weren't you supposed to be so strong? What happened to you? Speak up!"

Magnus finally won a battle, and the resentment and anger that had been building up in his heart from previous defeats were released all at once, and he gave Nathan a brutal beating.

At this moment, Nathan, who truly felt the pain of defeat, finally became afraid.

"what!!!"

"Stop hitting... For the sake of our 'shooter' leader, ahhh!"

Magnus sneered and continued punching and kicking: "The 'shooter' boss? Didn't you just say you had reached an agreement with Milton? Now you've forgotten? That shows you're disloyal!"

"Ah—don't kill me, don't kill me! I can help you with the work. Milton must have said the same thing to me. I know his conditions. As long as we cooperate, and cooperate quickly, everyone will have food, right? You don't need to kill me. Having more manpower will allow us to surrender to Milton faster..."

"We used to be CJNG, please don't kill me..."

Magnus grabbed Nathan's head, shoved him underwater, and said fiercely, "You knew that too? Then what did you do in the first place? Didn't you leave me a way out?"

As Magnus reformed himself and transformed into a drug killer, brutally beating his former colleagues, several of his drug dealer henchmen entered the room.

"Boss, we caught the mayor, and his wife and kids too, hahaha..."

Magnus coldly looked at the mayor kneeling on the ground, trembling, and the few young people beside him who were dressed very luxuriously at this time, and couldn't help but laugh.

He touched the gold and ruby ​​earrings on a pretty young girl's ear, then looked at the various pieces of jewelry she wore. He couldn't help but sneer and asked, "Wow... this pigeon blood red, it must cost over ten thousand US dollars, right? We can't even afford to eat, and the mayor's daughter can have such luxurious jewelry?"

The girl was so frightened that she trembled and dared not utter a single word.

Magnus originally intended to take the pluck and keep it for himself, but looking at the many people around, he worried that someone might tip off Milton for their own survival or better treatment. In the end, he didn't take action and decided to hand it over to Milton so he could deal with these "spoils of war" himself.

After the victory, good news kept coming one after another.

The mayor has been arrested, and the grain has been found!
"Boss, we found some food!" a drug dealer ran over excitedly to report. "However, the quantity doesn't seem to be much."

Magnus had anticipated this, but as long as the current crisis could be resolved, he waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. We've already taken care of Nathan. As long as we surrender to Milton, we'll still have a meal."

"Tell me, how many days' worth of food do you have left?" The drug dealer took a deep breath: "If we eat sparingly, just counting proper food, it should last five or six days..."

"So little?!" Magnus was a little surprised. "Didn't they say the food in the city could last for 15 days? How come there are only 5 days left in such a short time?"

As for the garrison entering and having more mouths to talk, that's not a big deal at all.

Because apart from Magnus's men, it is highly questionable whether the others can be called human. Not only are they not human, but they may also be part of the food supplies stored for the next five days.

Besides, this is just "proper food." If we include the less proper food, Magnus could proudly declare that he has no worries about food and drink.

“Boss… 15 days is the theoretical limit.” The drug dealer gave a bitter smile. “That son of a bitch Nathan… I just asked a few people, and before the battle last night, he also distributed a lot of food to his men to boost morale.”

"Forget it!" Magnus took a deep breath and waved his hand. "There shouldn't be any resistance left in the city now?"

"Yes! We have completely won. The rest of us, and the goods that weren't burned, hehe, they're all ours..."

"Idiot!" Magnus roared. "What kind of trash are you? Don't you value your life? Have you forgotten who we were supposed to surrender to? Don't mention any more trash like that. Quickly inform Milton and tell him we've already killed Nathan."

"Okay, I'll contact them right away..."

However, before they could contact Milton, a familiar voice came calling.

"Magnus, Magnus?!" Julio, the big boss of CJNG, a man who feared no one and even Elmenjohn had to show him respect, now spoke with urgency and panic in his voice, "Are you still there? What's the situation? Has Milton launched an attack?"

Julio...

Magnus was slightly taken aback and subconsciously looked around.

The tanks and armored vehicles that could have blocked the entire street are now reduced to just a few scattered ones.

The army that came with excellent equipment, a large number of trucks, and an imposing presence has now dwindled to a mere handful.

The only equipment they had that could still hold up was almost completely destroyed in last night's civil war.

The defending forces and reinforcements have effectively been wiped out.

"...It's alright for now. Milton hasn't broken through yet."

"Archer" Julio breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good... How much food did you bring in? How long can San Cristó hold out now?"

Magnus glanced at the people tied to the ground and said, "If you really want to say something, we can eat for a little longer."

Julio ignored Magnus's strange tone. The news of the total defeat had shaken his very foundation. He could only desperately try to calm the man in front of him: "Don't worry, don't worry! I've already contacted Boss Elmenjo, and he'll use his military backup plan!"

"Do you know the military? The Mexican military!"

"They're fighting the rebels right now, but Elmenjohn has a way to get them to ignore what's going on there and come down here to quell the rebellion!"

"Hold on until the Mexican military arrives, and we'll win! You must hold on... By the way, where is Nathan? I need to say a few words to him. You two absolutely must not have any conflicts; you must cooperate, otherwise we'll all die together, we'll all lose, understand?"

“Milton is coming. We must stop him with all our might... As long as San Cristóbal is still alive, we still have a chance, an inexhaustible chance. Milton can win countless times, but we cannot afford to lose even one strategic initiative. Do you know how important that is?”

Julio was truly panicked.

No, it wasn't just Julio; even the state government was shaken when they heard the news of Lightspeed's defeat!
Even within parliament, pro-surrender factions have begun to emerge!
Two or three thousand armed forces may not seem like much, but for a state government, a drug cartel, or an already loose alliance, this wave of losses could have led to their annihilation elsewhere.

We can just wait for Milton to attack and then wait to die.

CJNG can run back to their main camp and completely abandon Chiapas, but what about these guys?
Moreover, for Julio, such a crushing defeat will seriously shake his position within CJNG. He may even face severe consequences.

Therefore, as long as there is even the slightest chance, San Cristóbal cannot be lost.

Magnus finally sighed: "'Shooter' boss, Nathan attacked us last night."

Julio screamed in disbelief, "What?! Then, now?"

"We defeated his attack, but at a great cost... We lost over 90% of our equipment, and it's impossible for us to stop his attacks now."

"Perhaps Milton will be able to take over the city in the next day or two."

Julio: "..."

Magnus said nothing more, hung up the radio, and had his men inform Milton that Nathan had been dealt with and that San Cristo no longer had any power to resist him.

The drug dealer who delivered the message had a brief five-minute exchange with Milton and quickly said, "Boss, Milton said we have to hand over all our weapons and money, raise our hands, and wait for them to enter the city."

Magnus didn't care about anything else and just nodded, saying, "It makes sense, it makes sense... Do as he says. He can kill us anytime he wants, so there's no point in us having weapons."

"Bring out all the money in the city. I'm telling you, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely do not hide anything. Don't forget Milton's nickname is 'Hell's Tax Collector'! Even if you secretly hide a single penny, you'll be stuffed into the 'Museum of Kings'!"

The word "jingguan" was clearly coined by Milton, but now Magnus and other drug dealers can say and understand it without any difficulty.

"They'll be entering the city in two hours. Get ready, don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Also, keep that woman here, don't touch her! She's also spoils of war, understand?!"

"..."

The drug dealers in CJNG quickly took out all their valuables and laid them out on the roadside—a whole bunch of odds and ends.

Perhaps because it looked shabby, Magnus also took out the luxury items, paintings and jewelry from the mayor's house and placed them on top of the money.

After the busy work, the rumble of tank engines finally came from outside the city.

The army that had fought against overwhelming odds with a pitifully small number of troops, successfully besieging the city and intercepting reinforcements, slowly marched into the city.

Magnus glanced at it once and couldn't help but swallow.

The soldiers were disciplined and fierce, each one full of energy and with a determined look in their eyes. Not a single one of them turned around to say anything pointless... Then I thought about my own logistics team, which had no morale and would collapse at the slightest touch, and whose soldiers were no different from street thugs.

A bunch of rabble...

"No wonder we couldn't beat them..."

Magnus raised his hands, watching Milton's convoy slowly approach.

“‘Hell Tax Collector’ Mr.! Guatemala’s ‘Godfather’, Mexico’s ‘Father of Mercy’!” Magnus showered the man with praise, his fawning expression betraying no trace of his ruthless CJNG drug lord status. “With your arrival, San Cristóbal can even see the sun!”

"You are Mexico, no, you are the sun of the Americas!"

Screw the sun...

Upon hearing this compliment, Milton mentally sentenced Magnus to death before looking at the people tied up in the middle of the road—young and old, all looking up with pleading eyes.

Who are these people?

Magnus raised his hands and hurriedly said with a smile, "These are all your spoils of war—this is the mayor, and let me tell you, oh dear, he's a scoundrel! He has a whole bunch of cocaine and heroin in his house."

“Nathan’s over there, see him? The ugliest one.”

"Who is this……"

"And this bitch, she's the mayor's daughter, pretty, isn't she... Hehe, we haven't touched her, we guarantee you'll get the best..."

Before Magnus could finish speaking, he saw the terrifying Type 59 tank roll over the group of people.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"what--"

Countless people screamed in agony, but they were all mercilessly stuck to the tracks.

Milton felt that speaking to these scumbags and corrupt officials was a waste of his saliva.

Milton jumped out of the car, ordered his men to subdue the drug dealers, and walked over to the pile of valuables to begin calculating his spoils.

After scanning the area for a few moments, Milton was somewhat pleasantly surprised.

"This pile of stuff is actually quite valuable? These earrings are worth $15? How much equipment could that buy?"

Unfortunately, self-propelled artillery looks very tempting, but the price tag is equally terrifying.

A single 2S19 requires 3000 million points! Even those with smaller diameters and older models, such as the 2S3 or 2S5, are incredibly expensive, with none costing less than 1000 million points.

Moreover, self-propelled artillery is actually quite delicate, unlike howitzers which can be handled roughly and can even be temporarily maintained with grease... Purchasing equipment is an expense, but the subsequent maintenance costs are also frighteningly high.

If any of the components—engine, electronic equipment, hydraulic system, etc.—malfunctions, the entire cannon will be rendered useless, even if there are highly experienced technicians available for repair.

As a division-level heavy firepower unit, it puts a great deal of pressure on the finances.

Even if you scraped every inch of San Cristóbal into sparks, you still couldn't afford it...

Milton withdrew his gaze and turned his expectation to Magnus and his gang of drug dealers, asking, "If you have anything to confess, just confess... You'll all have to confess eventually anyway, and you don't want to have been beaten up for nothing, do you? How will you rebuild the city if you're injured?"

Magnus didn't immediately understand Milton's meaning. He paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then immediately said, "Oh, oh... I just received some news that the Mexican military may temporarily abandon the suppression of the insurgents and intend to deal with your matter first."

(End of this chapter)