Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 29 Two Great Strategists
"The approximate location of the target has been determined; prepare for action."

“We’ll first investigate the main pharmacies that the ‘boss’ sources his products from to see where this batch of troglitazone entered the market.”

"..."

After hearing Milton's order, Lutz was completely bewildered.

No, can we pinpoint the approximate location of evidence simply by looking at the price difference of medicines in the ledger?
He was of course unaware that Milton's deductions were based on information about the future, and he only felt a deep sense of awe for his colleague.

"Gather at the garage, let's get our gear ready."

Milton, knowing the value of time, didn't waste any time and immediately gave instructions to his two teammates: "I'll use the FN FAL, Brandon switch to the Type 81, and Lutz use the Type 56 assault rifle. Use the TEC-9 as your secondary weapon. If you want to bring other weapons, feel free to do so, just don't let it affect the operation."

"Each person carries a basic load of ammunition."

"Take all the projectiles with you. You two, put on your bulletproof vests immediately."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn, and the two unconsciously entered a state of mobilization and combat readiness.

Due to the tight timeframe and Milton's concern that black market arms dealers might betray his clients, he opted to use points to redeem supplies before establishing a firm foothold.

To maintain true firepower suppression, Milton specifically exchanged four drum magazines for the FN FAL – three filled with M80 standard rounds and one with M993 tungsten-core armor-piercing rounds to deal with possible extreme situations.

Similarly, in preparation for possible night battles, Milton also stuffed ten tracer rounds into all the drum magazines.

Since this gun doesn't have an official drum magazine, only unofficial civilian models, exchanging for these drum magazines cost a lot of red points—and these are all large drum magazines with a capacity of 100 rounds!
The FN FAL is a precision burst-fire weapon, but Milton intends to use it as a light machine gun temporarily, even if this will cause irreversible and serious negative effects on the weapon.

He no longer wanted to be in a state of suppressed firepower.

After changing all the equipment and giving Lutz a new set of bulletproof vest, he lost another 7 of his 4 red points.

Fortunately, you only need regular points to redeem bullets now.

“Two assault rifles, one light machine gun, standard submachine guns, various throwables… this firepower.” Milton mentally calculated the equipment he was carrying. “This firepower… is definitely enough, but there’s not much of an excess.”

Unfortunately, the fear of insufficient firepower didn't disappear with the time travel...

"Then I'll get another M203 grenade launcher! I'll hang it under my FN FAL, and I'll blow up anyone who tries to get in my way!" Milton gritted his teeth and spent another 2 red points. "I'll exchange all the 6 rounds of 40mm M381 high-explosive grenades I can get!"

After redeeming, I only had a little over 1 red points left.

But Milton was suddenly filled with a sense of security.

Soon, the three arrived at their newly purchased garage, which contained three vehicles: Milton's SR5, Brandon's Chevrolet Caprice, and Lutz's motorcycle.

"Check the equipment before you go, don't rush these few minutes." Milton led the two to their new garage and pulled the equipment out of the pickup truck's cargo bed.

When this whole bunch of stuff came out, Lutz's eyes widened in disbelief.

Tactical helmets, heavy body armor, assault rifles with accessories, and various tactical gear!
"This..." Lutz's hands were trembling. "Even the equipment of the Army Special Forces isn't this good, is it?"

Here, instead of buying such expensive equipment for his men, it's better to let them die and then pay them a pension.

Human life is not as valuable as equipment.

Milton inspected his equipment and said, "As long as it saves our lives, it's worth any amount of money. If you have any questions, bring them up before we leave... I'm not giving you any empty promises. Just say what you think. Trying to be brave will only hurt us all."

But looking at this pile of equipment that could buy them countless lives, the two of them really couldn't think of anything else they needed.

Following a leader like that, they're truly willing to risk their lives!

Brandon shook his head and said, "As for equipment, my imagination really isn't enough... but our pharmacy has a problem."

Milton pushed open the grenade launcher, loaded it with a grenade, and asked, "What's the problem?" "The medicine reserves may only last for three or four days at most... If we can't supply medicine by then, losing a source of income is secondary; the most difficult thing is that someone might risk betraying us for a bounty."

Very few people would dare to do the same after cleanly eliminating the Fan Kang gang's assassins, but that doesn't mean the risk can be ignored.

Milton remembered this information and nodded, saying, "Understood, but that's not something we need to deal with right now. We'll talk about it when we get back. Anything else?"

The two shook their heads: "No, that's all."

“Very good.” Milton watched them put on their bulletproof vests and nodded. “Now, let’s talk about your compensation.”

remuneration?

In a place where money is more important than life, being able to eat, receive a salary, and use such good equipment is already a miracle... As for money? The boss can give them as much as he wants.

"Boss, you can handle this!"

"To be honest... I feel like it's a bit shameless of me to talk to you about money."

Milton shook his head and said, "No, there must be a rule. Right now, we have a small team, so it's fine to divide the money based on gut feeling. But we will inevitably grow into a larger team in the future, and new people will join, so there must be a written rule, otherwise there will definitely be huge internal conflicts."

"First of all, the team must take 20% of all revenue, regardless of its source or amount, as operating expenses. The team needs to pay salaries, purchase intelligence, and do many other things, so it must have stable funding."

The two nodded, indicating that they had no objections whatsoever, and even showed a hint of gratitude and emotion in their eyes.

Even if they only take 20%, they'd be a great boss if they only keep 20%!
Milton continued, "If it's a temporary mission that requires field combat, after deducting the team's share, the spoils will be divided into four parts. I'll take two parts, and you'll each take one part."

"If there are 10 people, then divide it into 11 portions. I'll take two portions, and everyone else will take one portion. Is that clear?"

"If anyone is killed in action, I will pay the family of the fallen soldier a lump sum of five years' salary as compensation."

This is simply an unwritten rule of the trade; Milton was merely repeating it.

After speaking, Milton looked at the two of them.

Brandon and Lutz looked as if struck by lightning, their eyes dark and unreadable. They did not immediately agree, and it was unclear what they were thinking.

Is it because you feel the score is too low?

Milton frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "Speak up now if you have any objections to the profit-sharing method. I don't want my team to have conflicts over the distribution of money."

Lutz shook his head absently, "No... I'm thinking about how dangerous our mission will be, and I'm thinking about how to write my will. But don't worry, boss, even if cannonballs, no, even if atomic bombs come at me, I will definitely stand in front of you!"

Brandon looked solemn, gripping his gun tightly: "I can't guarantee anything else, but I can guarantee that I'll die before you do! If I die, just give my money to my family."

Milton was stunned for a moment... So these two didn't think the money was too little, but rather that they thought they had taken too much, and that they were about to be in big trouble?
You think this little bit of money can buy your lives?

Two idiots, they think it's worth it after being exploited like this!

Milton suddenly felt a pang of guilt for lying to a fool, and said in a hard voice, "Stop talking nonsense. If you think it's okay, get in the car. You two sit in the back, don't roll down the windows, and be careful to hide yourselves."

As he spoke, Milton placed most of his equipment in the passenger seat, including his heavy body armor.

Brandon reminded him, "Boss, aren't you wearing heavy body armor?"

Milton touched the soft bulletproof vest hidden under his tattered clothes and shook his head: "We're going to investigate, not start a war. Dressed like this, we'll be too conspicuous and attract too much unnecessary attention."

"You guys keep an eye on the surroundings in the car. I'll keep the walkie-talkie on the whole time. If anything goes wrong, be ready to cover me."

After giving his final instructions, Milton started the engine, stepped on the gas, and drove the Chevrolet Caprice out of the garage, heading towards the church in the center of Malacan.

(End of this chapter)