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Chapter 255 Milton has our teeth on him!

buzzing...

Several attack aircraft flew over the Chiapas state government building and returned to the temporary military airfield in San Cristó.

Meanwhile, below the plane, Milton's "law enforcement forces" were making their final assault on the government building.

boom!
After countless bombardments, a shell was fortunate enough to enter the building through a window. With a loud bang, the last gunshots coming from inside the building finally subsided.

Many soldiers who were coerced and blindly followed their superiors had already surrendered. The remaining stubborn resisters were the real "war criminals" who knew they could not survive no matter what.

Whether it was their collusion with drug traffickers during the 31st Brigade's time or their recent arson, murder, and looting in the city, the fate of these ringleaders is simple: death.

Naturally, they also became the group with the strongest determination to resist.

But no matter how strong the determination, the battle was already over when the shells poured into the room and the shockwave flung out a charred arm covered in tendons and blood.

At this time, the capital of Chiapas state was also in a terrible state after the two battles, with thick smoke billowing everywhere.

After the 31st Brigade announced its defection and occupied Tustra, supplies from the rear were completely cut off. This city, which had always heard of famine, finally experienced what famine was like.

The grain reserves were looted by the brutal rebels, and supplies to the rear were cut off. Now, not only the poor can't eat, but even the rich can't eat!
Inside a mansion, Milton saw a family who were nearly starving, and found some pet fur and bones in the kitchen...

This is true for the rich, and needless to say, for the poor.

Military bandits are far more ruthless than ordinary bandits.

Having truly experienced war, the people in this city finally understood the value of peace, and some even welcomed Milton's army into the city.

Milton would provide food for a period of time after conquering each city. Those in Tustra who were originally terrified of Milton's arrival were now begging him to come quickly and provide relief food.

However, Milton had no time to worry about them at this point—the moment he captured Tustra, the panel provided a view of the entire occupied territory's interior.

Sure enough, we could see the location of the CIA special forces team and Badr.

“Badr can really run…” Milton couldn’t help but exclaim. “It’s only been a short time, and he’s already run so far. He should be awarded the medal of “General Who Flees”.”

According to the statistics on the panel, Badr led less than 300 people and fled in the northwest direction. Perhaps because they had some fast off-road equipment, their escape progress was actually a little faster than that of the CIA group.

Just as Milton had guessed, the CIA team initially planned to blend in with the civilians and leave Chiapas before Milton captured Tustra and organized a blockade.

However, Milton dropped aerial bombs on all the major highways, blocking all the roads and causing massive traffic jams that blocked the CIA team's escape vehicles.

That's the purpose of blowing up the road—to create a massive traffic jam, and most importantly, to block the CIA's car from the road.

Otherwise, they could have had the cars go off-road for a while, avoiding the craters, or even temporarily built a passable path.

But if there's a traffic jam, they can't move forward or backward. The only thing they can do is abandon their vehicles, walk to the next town, find someone or a shop that sells cars or other vehicles, and then continue on their way.

This will waste a lot of time!

This also bought Milton more time.

“Leave the rest of the cleanup to Brandon, we need to get going.” Milton shut down the panel and said to Flora, “Gather some fast-moving off-road armored vehicles and armored cars, split them into two teams, one team with me, to catch the CIA.”

"The other team, along with Flora, will go to intercept Badr... Badr has a lot of people, so it might be difficult to capture them all. If we can't capture them, then we should try to kill as many of their troops as possible. The fewer enemies that reach Jalisco, the less pressure we will face in the future."

“Winnie, pick a few DEA agents and come with me. Same as always, this operation against the CIA will still be part of your anti-drug mission.”

As Tustra fell, the DEA, which had temporarily withdrawn, returned... Both Fede and Bader had colluded with the CJNG, making it difficult to carry out anti-drug work.

Now that Milton has arrived, let alone anti-drug work, drug dealers can't even escape anymore.

“I’ll go with you myself,” Winnie said, handing her notebook to her subordinate. “Your situation is getting bigger and bigger; it’s hard to say how long the DEA can protect you.”

“Ideally, you should be able to protect me until I have the confidence to completely turn against you.” Milton joked, waving his hand. “Come on, get in the car… We have former Navy SEALs among our opponents, and they’re as hard to catch as eels. Don’t waste time.”

Winnie climbed into the armored vehicle and laughed, "Ha! All talk and no action. We still slaughtered them all, didn't we?"

"Without the MK-19 I sold you that I hid away, would you be able to spout such nonsense here now?"

"Alright, alright, let's go!" Winnie changed the subject. "By the way, how did you know the general direction of the CIA team? The blockade has only just begun, how could you find them without conducting any investigation?"

Milton casually lied, "A pilot reported that they saw a group 'walking' near the traffic jam, about the same size as your intelligence... I think it's unlikely that in such a time of war, right next to a traffic jam, a walking group of similar size would appear by chance."

"You're quite lucky..."

Rumble…

After refueling, the convoy headed toward Milton's intelligence report.

On the dashboard, the group that abandoned their vehicle and fled on foot finally left the dashboard's monitoring range.

Although Milton occupied Tustra, it did not mean that he occupied the entire state of Chiapas; the panel's surveillance range only covered the occupied area.

“Hmm…” Milton glanced at the map and looked in the direction the squad was moving. “Look, there’s a small town ahead. The CIA team can’t possibly shake us off on foot. They’ll definitely need to find a new vehicle. This town is very close to them, so it might be their target. Let’s go over there and take control of this town.”

Once Milton controls the town ahead, he can gain control of the area and once again pinpoint the CIA escape team.

Winnie suddenly asked, "By the way, what if we catch up with them in town and they immediately engage us in street fighting? It's not that we can't beat them, but they've disguised themselves as civilians. How will we distinguish between enemies and civilians in the battle?"

"Do you have a way of distinguishing between enemies and civilians?"

One soldier thought about it carefully and shook his head: "I can't tell."

A technical soldier also shook his head: "I... I don't think I can tell either."

Milton couldn't help but remark, "Very well, you are already an excellent Israel Defense Force."

The people on the bus were stunned for a moment.

Winnie immediately became a little tense: "It's a good thing you're not in America, otherwise it might be a bit dangerous for you to say that, hahaha! I never expected you to be such an interesting person."

“Alright, enough joking around.” Milton waved his hand. “I have a way of identifying them, so I’m not afraid even if I encounter them directly in town.”

"That's good, haha..."

"..."

After telling the hellish joke, the armored convoy quickly drove into the small town called Delmont.

However, to Milton's great surprise, before he even went to the local government to complete the process of taking over the entire town, the local mayor was already waiting by the roadside with a sign in hand.

She and some bodyguards raised their hands to indicate that they were not carrying any weapons.

Fortunately, there was a Mexican in the group, so Milton picked up the radio, contacted the soldier, and asked about the situation of the female mayor.

"I heard you lived around here before you joined the army? Have you heard anything about this female mayor?"

The soldier quickly replied, "She's supposedly a pacifist, a pretty good person, with good words and campaign promises, but she's not very successful in governing... Sigh, when people can't even get enough to eat, who listens to her grand principles? Look, those people on the roadside are so hungry you can see their ribs. What she says is true, but when people can't even get enough to eat, who cares about her?"

"Hmm...her family is quite poor, so she shouldn't be a corrupt official."

Milton suddenly realized that the convoy had just arrived next to her.

"Are you the mayor here?"

The woman looked into Milton's eyes, into the heavy weapons, her eyes showing no fear, and said, "That's right... you are Milton, and you've come to take over Delmont?"

"Do I look like I'm here on vacation?" Hearing this, the female mayor was somewhat angry: "Of course we can't resist you, and I won't let my people die in vain... But, but, do you think you and your accomplice Vic are any good people!"

"You have brought war and chaos to this land!"

"This was originally a peaceful land, but after you arrived, all I saw was the flames of war and a large number of war criminals gathered under your command!"

Milton almost burst out laughing: "Was this a good place before I came? Look at your people, ask them if they are happy under your rule?"

The female mayor remained unmoved: "But at least there is no war here! I've heard your statements, but they are all based on violence, not civilization!"

"I'm sure you're not a good person, I..."

“Perhaps I’m not a good person,” Milton interrupted her indifferently, “but in my territory, everyone can afford bread, all children can afford school, and everyone can afford medicine. Even if someone drops their wallet on the ground, no passerby will steal it.”

"And you, my soldiers all acknowledge you as a good man, but look at your territory. Hunger is the norm, the sick can only lie on the ground waiting to die, there are countless thieves and robbers, and you can't even protect your citizens from the bad guys—if it weren't me who came, but Badr, I can assure you that at least half the people in your town would die."

"We are on the same planet, in Latin America, and there is no such thing as my population being more benevolent than yours."

"Then why is it that the same person is a hardworking, law-abiding, and helpful citizen on my turf, but a drug dealer, thief, and scoundrel who does all sorts of evil on your turf?"

The female mayor was immediately stunned.

Because she really hadn't considered that question.

"The reason is simple: under your rule as a 'good person,' everyone is a devil."

Milton looked down at her and slowly concluded, "Under my rule, this so-called 'bad guy,' all demons become saints."

"You've turned all the good people into devils, but you don't even realize it. You're still indulging in your fantasy, thinking you're doing the right thing."

“If you still have even a shred of conscience, and still accept the ‘good person’ identity you’ve given yourself, you’d better lead the way now so I can take over your town and free your people from their struggle for survival.”

"..."

The female mayor's hands were trembling. She was speechless and subconsciously turned around, wanting to find some of her supporters, but saw many people nearby looking at Milton's armored vehicle with anticipation.

And in the distance, many more people were numbly rummaging through trash cans or desperately begging on the road, not even having the strength to glance at us.

This is the result of her governing for so long.

If it were just a matter of poor results, that would be one thing, but now that she sees that no one is even supporting her, the female mayor has suddenly lost all her spirits.

She remained silent for a long while, her face dejected: "I'll take you to the city government..."

What a "good person" he really is?

If you said this to a thug like Badr or a hypocrite like Fied, they would either shamelessly admit that they are bad people, or they would find a way to justify themselves from all sorts of bizarre angles.

Milton mentally scoffed, then said, "Hurry up... Also, just a few hours ago, wasn't there a hiking group of about twenty people here?"

The female mayor, in low spirits, reluctantly replied, "Um... I've been here."

Did they buy or rent a car? Which direction did they go?

“They said they were travelers, but then the war suddenly broke out, and they wanted to leave quickly, so they bought several cars.” The mayor pointed in a direction. “They left in that direction… Are those prisoners of war? If you offer them humane treatment, they should surrender.”

“Ha!” Milton laughed angrily. “You care about my prisoners of war? At least the enemy soldiers in my POW camp don’t have to worry about starving to death… That’s the CIA, those are the Americans! Do you understand, CIA?”

"War, war, war! Use your brain and think about who is really starting this war."

"..."

Milton, too lazy to waste words with this fool who could come up with a KDA record that even bad guys couldn't achieve in 10 years, drove the armored vehicle into the city hall and took over all the work there as quickly as possible.

After all, it was just a small town, and it didn't take long for the panel to determine that Milton had taken over the town, revealing the area's potential.

Of course, because the town is small, the area that can be seen is also not very large.

The panel showed that the escaped CIA team was still speeding along the highway and would be out of Milton's surveillance area in 15 minutes at most.

SAD and the SEALs truly lived up to their reputation as elite special forces. Even though Milton had uncovered their plan and relentlessly pursued them, even though they had to abandon their vehicles and walk a distance, they still demonstrated extremely high combat skills. Without the data panel, they would still have a very high chance of escaping.

Milton even received a notification from the panel that the team possessed light weapons and armor! To undertake such an intense and rapid trek, this squad must have abandoned all supplies, carrying only food and water.

This indicates that after purchasing the car, the team also went to a local CIA safe house for a resupply. Items they couldn't take, including the spare drone, were destroyed, just like before.

This is completely different from the enemy who was like the transport captain before.

Every time Milton faced SAD, he could clearly feel the huge gap between them and the Guatemalans and Mexicans; the level of difficulty was on a completely different level.

Just as Flora said, Milton's plan was feasible, but the success rate was only 20% to 30%.

Unfortunately... they never had another chance to escape.

Milton did not hesitate and turned to use the radio to contact the attack aircraft squadron that had been preparing for combat.

"Target's route confirmed, coordinates..."

"Immediately drop aerial bombs and intercept the target at all costs."

"We caught them right away."

"..."

……

On a road with relatively few cars, a convoy of four used cars was traveling at 110% of the speed limit.

This speed is efficient without being too flashy.

“We should be safe by now,” a former sealer said, somewhat puzzled. “Why are we still driving so slowly?”

They had to admit that Milton's act of directly blowing up the road had greatly shocked them and caused them a lot of trouble.

However, they also decisively activated Plan B: first, they gave the car to a random passerby to avoid arousing suspicion, then abandoned the car with equipment disguised as mountaineering gear and buried all the equipment on the spot.

They walked around the traffic jam to the nearest town, bought a car, used the local safe house, rearmed, and drove away.

The entire process was orderly and highly efficient.

Milton's costly road-blasting only delayed them a little.

“Right now, Milton’s guys are probably still trying to figure out where those traffic jams are going, thinking we’re still stuck there,” another former Navy SEAL laughed. “They’re probably way ahead of us by now.”

The CIA agent shook his head abruptly: "There's a 70-80% chance that's the case... but we absolutely cannot be careless. Trust us, we know Milton's terror better than you do. Don't forget, our SAD lost two Black Hawks and all our crew members right there in Milton. This is no ordinary opponent."

"I think you guys are being a bit paranoid..."

Before they could finish speaking, they suddenly saw three Dragonfly attack aircraft flying low overhead!

A short while later, a burst of light and a loud bang suddenly came from not far ahead!
The CIA agent was horrified!
"No, no! We haven't shaken Milton at all!"

"Not only did they fail to shake off the opponent, they didn't even manage to create any distance!"

"He's almost on his way!"

(End of this chapter)