Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 241 Why did you write your serial number on my money printing machine?

beep...

The printer team's three helicopters took off and, under the cover of night, flew close to the ground toward their target location.

“It’s better at night…” Brandon was also sitting in the helicopter, looking at the scenery outside. “As long as you turn off the lights and are a little further away, you can’t see anything.”

“That’s the advantage of having night vision goggles and thermal imagers,” Milton said slowly. “Sometimes, tactical advantages can be turned into strategic advantages.”

Unlike before, Milton did not fly at high altitude this time, but chose a route with no people along the way, flying close to the ground... The Arsu government must have radar now, and if an unidentified flying object flies by, it will definitely sound the alarm.

Flying at high altitudes is detected by radar, while flying at low altitudes allows you to be spotted directly by the defending forces...

Therefore, we have to take a slight detour, first flying at low altitude to the sea to bypass the defenses, and then making a roundabout way to enter the country.

The new route proved to be very safe; neither the helicopter's radar nor the vigilant observers detected any signs of exposure.

The three helicopters easily bypassed the sea route and arrived in the area controlled by Arsu!

“Honestly…” Flora sighed, “If we had enough information to know where Arsu himself was, we might be able to carry out a special operation to assassinate the president.”

"With this kind of information, why bother with special operations?" Milton retorted. "Why not just cover the entire area with artillery shells or missiles? I'm not the kind of leader who demands that his subordinates be found dead or alive."

“You can do this to attack the Arsu government, which is a ‘legitimate’ target… because to avoid problems and the loss of power, he has to come out and clarify and prove himself since he’s still alive.” Flora’s expression was more serious this time. “But you will definitely go to Arsu’s position in the future, at least your power will replace that of the Arsu government.”

"At that time, we will be the ones who are aboveboard and aboveboard, and we will be the ones playing whack-a-mole."

"Simply bombing may not be very effective."

Milton waved his hand: "Let's talk about the future later... Judging from the terrain, we should be almost there. Everyone get ready..."

Helicopter raids leave little time for reaction. Although the helicopters are already overhead when the enemy hears them, this is only true if the personnel are also extremely fast.

Fly directly over the target area and then airdrop personnel!
Three helicopters flew over the narrow valley and, almost in the blink of an eye, came to a stop over an open space next to the banknote printing factory!
The hatch opened immediately, and the pre-attached rappelling ropes were thrown out instantly. Fully armed soldiers landed from the helicopter one by one. In just 30 seconds, all combat units were in position!

The days when you could only find four soldiers with the quick-descent skill even if you searched the entire army are long gone.

"First, cut off the factory's power supply and destroy the antenna."

"'Silver Lion', with a machine gunner, has taken the high ground."

"Clear the site upon arrival and proceed according to Plan B."

"The rest of you, in groups of four, clean the rooms... the main target is the dormitory!"

"..."

Orders were issued in an orderly manner, and the indoor cleanup operation had already begun in just 45 seconds after the helicopter arrived at the target!

The 45-second timeframe was relatively short, and the noise level wasn't too high; many of the gang members working at the counterfeit money factory hadn't even gotten out of bed yet.

Some people even just rolled over in bed once and then went back to sleep.

"Beware of ambushes! Don't be stingy with grenades, except to protect the machines."

Milton issued instructions methodically while scanning the small factory through night vision goggles and aiming his gun at a window.

"Night vision goggles and thermal imagers only ensure we can obtain information normally, but they can't obtain any additional information. If only we had through-wall radar..."

In indoor combat, thermal imagers have difficulty detecting targets behind walls.

The core of a thermal imager is to detect the infrared radiation emitted by an object. Walls absorb and block infrared radiation significantly, so conventional thermal imagers cannot penetrate walls to detect targets behind them... unless the wall is very thin.

Unfortunately, wall-penetrating radar that can be used by individual soldiers is already 21st-century technology.

hum...

The faint hum of the motors in the factory suddenly stopped, leaving only the slight noise of the valley itself in the entire factory area.

Boom boom boom!
55 seconds later, the first shot finally rang out!
The sound of gunpowder exploding echoed throughout the valley, even creating a reverberation.

The enemy in the factory was finally awakened from his dream!

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Gunshots... Someone's broken in! Where's the security? Where's the armory? Get up! Stop sleeping!"

"Holy crap, that's the sound of a helicopter... I thought I was dreaming about a giant fly."

"Turn on the lights, you idiots! Are you going to shoot in the dark? What if you hit me?!"

After the gunshots rang out, these gangsters and former drug dealers almost instinctively jumped up and instinctively reached for their guns to fight back.

One of the "Red Tea Gang" members was quick-witted. Knowing that making a fuss would only hasten his death, he staggered to his bedside, grabbed a revolver, and rushed to the power switch by the door, wanting to turn on the light and see where the enemy was.

Snapped!
He slammed the button down, but the factory remained completely dark!
"This is bad..." This gang member had been in gunfights and killed people before, and still had some basic combat instincts. "The intruders actually turned off the lights. Are they special forces?!"

Didn't we agree that this was for the president, the government, and the Americans, and that there wouldn't be any problems? How did it attract the special forces?
The moment the button failed to work, the gang member hid behind the wall.

However, the soldiers already knew they were going to do this and had already positioned their guns near the power switch.

As for behind the wall—this factory building was obviously a temporary structure, with the walls simply covered by a layer of rough, thin iron sheet and wooden planks, which had absolutely no chance of stopping rifle bullets!
Several 7.62x39mm bullets whistled through the air, piercing through the thin sheet metal and wooden planks, and directly hitting the gang member hiding behind the wall.

The spinning bullet tore through large chunks of flesh, leaving several large holes in his back!
The "Red Tea Gang" member collapsed without even letting out a scream.

However, the others did not intend to give up at this moment. One of the squad leaders shouted, "Grab your guns, guard the door, and fight them in close combat. Don't go out on your own! We are helping Arsu with their work. The enemy is launching a sneak attack. They can't fight a protracted war with us. Holding on is victory!"

After shouting, the squad leader grabbed his gun, hid in a corner, and waited for the enemy to appear from the doorway so he could fire a burst at them.

However, the next second...

boom!
The leader's body and the wall behind him were blown apart in a burst of intense fire. Broken flesh, bone fragments, and shrapnel, along with the stench of the explosives, filled the entire room, some of which even bounced around inside!

For some gangsters who aren't even wearing shirts, even a small piece of burning wood can cause serious injury!

Since acquiring the equipment, Milton has instructed his soldiers to use windows whenever possible and breach walls whenever possible – now that the “Hell Tax Collectors” have plenty of explosives, who wants to play traditional CQB with the gangsters?
The scene of breaking through the wall unfolded almost simultaneously in different directions throughout the factory.

Boom boom boom...

The loud explosions, the pitch-black and terrifying environment, the gunshots from all directions, and the constant screams caused the remaining members of the "Red Tea Gang" to lose their will to resist.

Yes, the enemy doesn't have time, but to hold them off, someone has to sacrifice their life.

Nobody wants to die, so let's run away!

After a series of explosions, some members of the "Red Tea Gang" began to try to escape.

Outside, Milton, positioned on high ground, was waiting for this very moment—the instant the enemy appeared on his night vision sight, Milton would pull the trigger.

click!
The crisp sound of the silencer rang out, and a gang member who was trying to escape through the window screamed and fell to the ground.

Soon, another person appeared in the scope, and Milton fired again, killing him on the spot.

These two men were killed in almost the same spot...

After shooting the two men, Milton nodded with satisfaction: "Indeed, bringing a silencer was the right thing to do."

For rifles fired at close range, the silencer isn't very effective... But at this moment, the factory was filled with intense gunfire, and the "Red Tea Gang" inside were almost deafened, let alone able to discern the direction of the silencer.

The second person might have thought the bullet came from behind.

Sure enough, after two people fell down in front, the gang members behind still didn't notice anything wrong, and two more people tried to climb out of that window.

They were very obedient and cooperative as they crawled into Milton's scope—Milton didn't even move the muzzle!

clack clack...

A few bullets flew by, and the gangsters who printed counterfeit money immediately fell asleep, lying on top of the two unlucky guys in front of them.

After effortlessly eliminating four enemies, Milton's walkie-talkie began to ring with a series of good news.

"Report, the dormitory has been cleaned..."

"Warehouse secure!"

"Printing room security..."

"...Safe, no enemy detected."

Three helicopters airdropped a total of 20 people, who attacked from all four sides in groups of four, while the remaining four guarded the perimeter.

It took about 3 minutes from the moment they parachuted in to the moment they completely took over the factory area!
This is already an incredibly high level of efficiency!
Milton stood up and ordered, "Two squads will conduct a thorough search, one squad will guard the perimeter, one squad will transport the equipment, and the last squad will be responsible for protecting the equipment. Hurry!"

The soldiers immediately complied, beginning to move the printing press and the strictly controlled materials toward the truck shed.

After completely seizing control of the factory area, the printing plant was powered back on. Milton turned on a few lights and casually glanced at the two remaining "Red Tea Gang" members kneeling on the ground.

The gang members, who were brutally beaten in the dark, finally saw the enemy's face for the first time, almost to the point of being wiped out.

Just like the special forces in blockbuster movies!

“You…you, this is the president’s property, and Americans have invested in it.” The gang member still hadn’t considered the possibility that the group in front of him was part of the “Pan-Madre Group.” “Are we…is there some misunderstanding?” Milton calmly replied, “Oh? Americans?”

“Yes, yes!” The gangster nodded vigorously. “If you don’t believe me, go check the serial number on the machine yourself. This belongs to the Americans and the President. If you rob it, you’ll be in big trouble. Listen to me, stop! Anyway, we haven’t seen your faces. If you let me go, I won’t know who you are… How about it?”

"This might really be a misunderstanding..."

Milton stepped forward and glanced at the machine—it really was an American product, just as he had guessed.

Such a good thing, of course I should keep it for myself.

Milton looked at the ugly serial numbers that represented Americans and said unhappily, "Why do you have the right to engrave your own serial numbers on my printing press?"

The gang members had never heard anything like this before, and they were immediately dumbfounded: "?"

"Ha, a misunderstanding?!" Brandon looked at the machines, picked up a handful of counterfeit bills, and sneered, "You're printing our counterfeit money, trying to disrupt our market, and you dare call this a misunderstanding? Our people work hard, finally get their paychecks, wanting to pay their children's tuition, only to receive this kind of worthless toilet paper. You call this a misunderstanding?"

The "Red Tea Gang" was finally dumbfounded. He stood there for a while before cautiously asking, "You, you're Milton's people?"

Brandon delivered a flying kick to the gangster's face: "'Milton' is a name you can just call out like that?"

Milton finally understood where his terrible image came from—he raised his hand and asked, “Alright, enough of this nonsense…now, I’ll ask you a question and you answer it.”

The gang member seemed to realize who was in front of him; he trembled and his mind went blank: "You, you ask."

The person in front of me is probably the legendary Milton!

Milton, the "Hell Tax Collector" who could only be seen in the news, was incredibly terrifying yet seemed so far away. He was referred to as "Khorne" by many local cults and was known for building pyramids and museums using corpses...

He's said to kill at the slightest provocation, cripple anyone he doesn't like, and once wiped out an entire village, wiping out everyone and everything, even the insects—a mass murderer who split earthworms in half vertically...

A terrifying story has been circulating recently—a CJNG drug dealer was caught by Milton, who arrogantly claimed that he had killed 10 people. Milton was surprised and praised him for killing so many, then asked him how many he had killed the day before.

Such a terrifying person, right now, is standing right in front of me?

"Please, please ask!"

"Does anyone know how to use the machine, or is there any written instruction manual, and where is it kept?"

"Yes, yes..." The gang member was so frightened that he could barely speak. "It's in the warehouse, the second cabinet on the left, the third shelf."

Milton was satisfied: "Not bad. Do you understand the technology? Do you know roughly how our counterfeit money is printed, and do you know the process?"

The reason this gang member was able to survive was because he had previously been involved in counterfeiting. Not long after his release from prison, he was "recruited" by Arsu and came to this place to continue his old ways.

It was precisely because he was a technician and did not resist that he survived by sheer luck.

“I understand, I understand!” The gang member suddenly saw a glimmer of hope for survival. “‘Hell Tax Collector’ Mr., I’ve been dealing with dollars since I was 18, the kind of dollars that could even swindle banks! I got caught, served 10 years in jail, and just got released…”

The intense will to survive made the members of the "Red Tea Gang" incredibly clear-headed, and they remembered many rumors: "I have never killed anyone, I have never trafficked drugs!"

"Spare me, I can pick bananas for you!"

He had only been out of prison for a few days, and he didn't want to die at all; he desperately wanted to live.

"Take them away." Milton nodded slightly, then turned to Brandon. "Have those car thieves finished their work? Is the truck running?"

“The engine’s already on,” Brandon nodded. “Now we just need to get all the equipment on board, and we can start up and leave immediately… Boss, are you going by helicopter or car first?”

Milton thought for a moment and said, "I'll take the car. If the helicopter still has fuel, it can provide low-altitude cover; otherwise, it can return."

"receive."

Five minutes later, a soldier ran up and reported that all the machinery and materials for printing money had been loaded onto the truck.

"Reporting to 'The Godfather,' we are ready and can depart at any time!"

“Very good.” Milton waved his hand. “I’ll sit in the middle with ‘Bottle,’ Silver Lion will bring up the rear, and Brandon will lead the way. Let’s go!”

The car thieves got into the car nervously and left with the convoy—the scene they had just witnessed had truly broadened their horizons.

In less than 10 minutes, the "Hell Tax Collectors" stormed a heavily guarded printing plant deep within enemy territory and brought back all the equipment. Only one soldier was slightly injured during the entire operation.

terrible!

Boom boom boom...

Milton casually placed his gun on the back seat, looked ahead warily, and ordered, "Although we cut off the power and destroyed the antenna at the beginning, there was a lot of noise and explosions here. As long as Arsu has any capable men, they will realize that there is a problem with the printing plant. We must not let our guard down."

"There might be a fierce battle later..."

After saying that, Milton picked up the PKM—if anyone blocks his way, he'll charge out!

Several trucks drove along the road from the factory, and almost every driver floored the accelerator, trying to get to the seaside as quickly as possible, load the cargo onto a transport ship, and return to their occupied territory.

We're now in Arsu's territory. We just robbed him of his important assets. We're probably surrounded by enemies. Every second we delay, our chances of getting out alive decrease!
Perhaps Arsu will be summoned soon and will frantically dispatch all the forces he can to stop this squad...

Brandon was also tense, gripping the steering wheel as if death was chasing him.

After driving for a while, a dimly lit, makeshift checkpoint suddenly appeared ahead. There was security inside the mint, and naturally there would be checkpoints further out on the perimeter to prevent foreign invasion.

This was certainly within Milton's expectations and the scope of his reconnaissance; he even roughly knew how many soldiers were stationed at the outpost.

Milton believed that a 10-man outpost with only light weapons and a jeep could be easily taken down.

"We're driving the printing plant's car, getting close isn't a problem... We'll suddenly attack them when they start inspecting, understand?"

"Roger that!"

The convoy of trucks quickly approached the outpost.

Just as everyone was preparing for a bloody close-quarters battle, the sentry on duty, who had plugged his ears and was drowsy, only glanced at the approaching truck.

Upon discovering that the trucks belonged to the printing plant, he yawned, raised the gate, waved for them to hurry over, and then leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.

As for the other sentries, there wasn't a single one to be seen.

As the entire truck convoy smoothly passed the checkpoint and arrived at the shore, the transport ships and personnel who had been waiting there unloaded the equipment and materials onto small boats and sent them to the large ships. Seeing this, everyone in the convoy, including Milton, went from looking tense to bewildered.

What about people?

Where are the enemies?
Forget about the garrison, we didn't even see a single dog!
The guns of the nearby "Tax Scorpion" were all pointed at the shore, but no one was seen.

“Maybe they thought we left by plane, or maybe they just weren’t quick enough to react…” Milton shook his head. “Anyway, things going smoothly is always a good thing. Burn the car, get on the boat and leave!”

After unloading their belongings, Milton and his group boarded the ship and left, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Only after stepping onto the deck of the warship did a sense of security return to my heart.

After traveling some distance, the naval soldier on observation suddenly shouted, "Report! A speedboat carrying a machine gun has been spotted and is rapidly approaching!"

Milton, who had been feeling a bit strange, finally laughed: "I knew it... For a strategic facility like the printing press, Arsu should at least send a dog to guard it, if not a tiger. They can't send a pig, can they?"

"This reaction speed is not slow. If we had delayed for another twenty minutes, we might have been caught up."

"Unfortunately, they arrived too late... Main guns, fire!"

……

On a speedboat not far away.

"Quick, follow that transport ship... Haha, doing this secretly at night, it's all about smuggling."

"Where did this lawless smuggler come from? Doesn't he know that smuggling requires paying us first? Hurry up and chase after him, teach this ignorant captain a lesson."

"Looks like we're about to make a fortune!"

The two had just finished speaking when they saw a burst of fire erupt in front of them.

They didn't hear any sound before they lost consciousness.

……

The next day, early morning.

Arsu lazily got out of his bed.

While eating his lavish breakfast, he said to his subordinates, "By the way... today, I'm going to take a look at our printing plant."

"Yes, Your Excellency, I will make the arrangements and notify you immediately."

“No, don’t notify them.” Arsu shook his head and said, “This is a surprise inspection. The interests of the printing plant are too great, and it’s hard to guarantee that these gangs and criminals won’t have any ulterior motives.”

"Ha, I heard that counterfeit 'border region currency' has appeared in my territory... It must be these people who did it."

"This surprise inspection is meant to give them a shock and teach them a lesson!"

(End of this chapter)