Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 290 "Entrapment"

As soon as the idea was mentioned, everyone in the room turned to look at the television screen.

Milton still hadn't left Parliament! He was still listening to the demands and current situations from various regions conveyed by other members of Parliament.

Indeed, it's a good opportunity...

But hope rose in the eyes of many people at the scene, only to be quickly extinguished.

“I don’t think the ‘Hell Tax Collector’ would make such a mistake,” an advisor said with a wry smile and a shake of his head. “I suspect this might be pre-recorded, and the ‘Hell Tax Collector’ is just pretending it’s live…”

The other immediately shook his head: "Then you're thinking too kindly of him. I even suspect that he deliberately staged this to provoke us, just to test whether we have any new aircraft. Then he deployed a lot of anti-aircraft missiles and anti-aircraft guns near the parliament, and shot down anyone who dared to go over."

"If you encounter this situation, I suggest not ejecting. It's much better to burn along with the plane than to be caught by Milton."

"Anyway, I'm convinced Milton isn't in Parliament. This is definitely a conspiracy!"

The major general earnestly told the Americans, "Perhaps we are not as good as you in fighting... but we are definitely better at understanding 'hellish tax collectors'."

"..."

The joint command headquarters was in an uproar for a while, with the vast majority of locals believing that this was a carefully planned conspiracy by Milton with unclear motives.

Going there will definitely not end well.

Whoever orchestrated this operation might have their ugly pictures made and circulated everywhere by Milton...

General Reggie was ridiculed and vilified by Milton for losing a single battle. The unflattering photos, coupled with the nickname "Transport Captain," have made him a target of ridicule and public abuse to this day.

The DEVGRU team members glanced around the scene, and couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.

The collapse in morale has spread beyond just junior officers; it has even reached senior officers and the command headquarters.

The vast majority of people made the judgment that the plan was bound to fail based solely on the fact that "the other party is Milton," without any evidence whatsoever, and this judgment was actually accepted by the vast majority of people.

Without external aid, the collapse of the Guatemalan government is almost certain to happen this year.

DEVGRU sighed: "Our operation wasn't decided on a whim... Although we don't have many intelligence agents infiltrating the Pan Madre Group, monitoring a city isn't a problem."

“One SAD and one ISA member are currently in Quetzaltenango.”

"Just now, they sent out intelligence that they saw Milton get out of his car and enter the Parliament building."

"These two agents are independent of each other and unaware of each other's existence. The fact that they sent the same message indicates a very high degree of credibility. Milton is in the Capitol Building."

After the seal finished speaking, he paused slightly and said, "I told you, this is an absolutely great opportunity."

A voice of doubt immediately came from the command center: "As we just said, what if this is Milton's trap? What if he has set up a lot of anti-aircraft fire nearby, just waiting for us to come and shoot down all our planes?"

The Guatemalan Air Force has suffered heavy losses from Milton's attack and is hesitant to deploy fighter jets.

"What powerful anti-aircraft weapons does Milton have?" the seal asked coldly. "They're fine for taking out your dragonflies, but what will they use to fight a jaguar?"

“You have been terrified of the enemy, but he is not as scary as you think.”

"Think about Iraq, think about the Gulf War in 1991. At that time, they were known as the fourth strongest military power in the world, with 1000 T-72s, 3000 T-55s, more than 7000 armored vehicles, more than 500 self-propelled artillery pieces, and more than 700 fighter jets."

"Destroying them will only take a month."

“We have been through many wars and encountered much stronger enemies. Milton is just one of the slightly more difficult opponents.”

"There's no need to mythologize him too much... As long as we kill Milton, we'll win. Don't you want to seize this opportunity?"

The people at the scene looked at each other in bewilderment.

They really want to say that the Gulf War was indeed like that, but that was a situation where the United States was fully involved. Now, at most, there is only a very limited amount of military aid. Can this be compared?

Besides, you can't always tell anything just by looking at the results... Milton has many significantly different characteristics from his competitors.

First, the economy in the areas occupied by the "Pan-Madre Group" is very good, and the idea that "if we can't go to the United States, going to Milton's territory is not bad" has even begun to take shape in the surrounding areas.

Secondly, although Milton may not appear to have the same overwhelming equipment and strength as some armies, he always won with fewer troops. Moreover, he had a profound understanding of information technology and a very advanced mindset, making him completely different from armies that used advanced equipment to fight primitive wars.

What's even more terrifying is ideology. Milton knew very well how to unite the people around him by using emotions and interests.

They had been enemies with Milton for a long time and knew that this "Hell Tax Collector" was unlike any of their previous adversaries.

but……

Anyway, it was an American suggestion, and it's an American plane.

Since the Americans insist on their own views, let them go and give it a try?

Because the facts are indeed as these Americans say: they invented many things, and many powerful enemies fell to them. Milton was indeed very weak among them.

Not everyone is Castro.

"Alright, in that case, let's arrange it as soon as possible... It seems the speech in parliament will take a little more time, should we have enough time now?"

The seal sneered, "The plane is about to take off. I'm just letting you know."

The two members in charge of commanding the Monte family's private army have safely landed and immediately reported the details of the war to their superiors.

The fact that 5000 men were wiped out in a short period of time was largely due to poor command and communication.

The battlefield situation changes rapidly. Such a long reporting process and such a long decision-making process are simply not suitable for high-intensity combat. It may be okay for defense, but once it enters mobile warfare with the enemy, it is no different from being paralyzed.

As Milton returned to Quetzaltenango victorious, the intelligence team had already begun their operation to try and track his route.

Before they even entered the parliament building or gave their speeches, the seals had already obtained relevant intelligence.

The Jaguar attack aircraft, considered a trump card, was also immediately prepared for action.

Upon hearing this, the important figures present were all taken aback.

Just as the debate at joint command fell silent after the SEALs' final words, "It's just a notification,"...

Three enormous roars came from overhead.

Boom boom boom!
Three Jaguar attack aircraft, carrying GBU-12 precision-guided bombs, flew at extremely low altitudes, accompanied by the sharp, piercing roar of their engines, skimming over the city.

The next second, the three planes in the squadron suddenly reached the critical speed. Three huge milky white sonic boom cones suddenly exploded and took shape in front of the planes. Not long after, a huge sound that tore through the air resounded in everyone's ears!

Sonic boom cloud!
The seal looked at the television screen, saw Milton still standing in the council, and couldn't help but smile.

He was really looking forward to seeing the explosion suddenly on TV, with the scene a scene of carnage and bloodshed.

I hope Milton can be given a whole body, instead of being turned into charred remains or a pile of flesh slapped against a wall.

……

Quetzaltenango.

A CIASAD agent is sitting in a café near Parliament, ordering a small cake and a latte.

Just now, he pretended that he had left something in the car and sent intelligence to headquarters.

After completing his mission, SAD returned to the café, ordered snacks and drinks, and began to await the inevitable earth-shattering "parliamentary bombing." SAD took a bite of the cake and couldn't help but praise, "Even though we're enemies, I have to say, Xaltenango is much more comfortable than before, even the cake tastes much better."

There are countless more entertainment options available.

Walking on the street, you no longer need to worry about your belongings being stolen or being robbed.

"By now, our 'Jaguar' squadron should have taken off from the airport, right? I wonder what the 'Hell Tax Collector' is thinking when he finds out that the planes attacking him are supersonic?"

"Ha ha……"

As he said this, SAD was also silently counting the approximate time in his mind.

He planned to eat slowly at this pace, finishing his meal just before the bomb arrived, allowing him to quietly enjoy the massive explosion, calmly escape the chaos, return to the United States, and end this nerve-wracking mission.

SAD looked away and continued eating his cake.

When only half of the cake had been eaten, several unusual sounds suddenly came from the sky.

Turbojet?

And it's not a technologically advanced vortex jet...

His professional skills as a CIASAD agent brought him keen intuition, and he quickly located the source of the sound and looked in that direction.

In the sky, three silver-gray fighter jets emerged from beneath the clouds. Their fuselages were narrow and long, with wings swept back into sharp triangular shapes with sharp edges. The two engine nozzles at the tail end emitted a faint blue flame.

boom!
A cone-shaped cloud of white mist appeared on the plane and then gradually moved away at the edge of visibility.

Sonic boom cloud.

SAD was stunned.

He couldn't possibly not recognize this aircraft; every American could recognize it... because it's an F-5 fighter jet! Once the pride of the United States!
But the problem is... how come I've never heard of receiving support from F-5s before?

wrong!

Wrong direction!

SAD immediately realized something terrifying.

"Holy crap! That's Milton's plane!!!"

This F-5 squadron belongs to the "Pan-Madrid Group"!

Could it be that Milton's air search radar detected the Jaguar rushing towards them, which is why the F-5 squadron was scrambled?

“The Miltons really did lay a trap in the council… but this trap wasn’t an anti-aircraft gun emplacement, or an anti-aircraft missile, but rather an F-5 fighter jet that they had kept hidden, never used, and never exposed!”

Despite both being supersonic aircraft, the F-5 is a fighter jet specifically designed for air combat. If the two were to engage in an air battle, the outcome would be almost certain, with the ground attack aircraft being utterly slaughtered!

Whether it's long-range detection, air-to-air missiles, or close-range combat, the F-5 has an absolute and comprehensive advantage.

This gap has become so large that it is difficult for individual pilot skills to bridge it.

Damn!

SAD suppressed his emotions, not letting anything show on his face, pretended that he was full, picked up the bill, paid at the front desk, and walked quickly towards his car.

He needed to report this important intelligence immediately...

I just don't know if it's too late to report it now.

SAD was prepared to be exposed. He got into the car and used a special car radio to contact his superior.

“…Zzzzz, this is ‘Meteor,’ please speak.”

"This is 'Leopard.' Important intelligence. Notify joint command immediately. Milton has scrambled a squadron of F-5 fighter jets, targeting our 'Jaguar' attack aircraft squadron. Repeat, Milton has scrambled a squadron of F-5 fighter jets, targeting our 'Jaguar' attack aircraft squadron!"

"...Received, all done."

"..."

……

At this moment, at the Quetzaltenango Parliament.

Milton, lurking in the shadows, wasn't just showing off—he was also listening to various battle reports.

Solora's defense has been handed over to his subordinates, and he absolutely means it. But Milton knows the Americans' nature all too well; if they can't get something on the battlefield, they're likely to get it through underhanded means.

The coalition did receive a significant amount of US military aid this time, but the vast majority of it was conventional military aid, such as artillery, shells, rifles, and vehicles.

Apart from the six self-propelled howitzers that have been reduced to scrap metal, no new equipment has been seen so far.

So Milton personally planned this "fishing operation," deliberately appearing near landmarks, intentionally revealing his location, and deliberately staying in that place for a very long time, to see if he could trick the Americans into revealing what they might be hiding.

For example, a possible cruise missile, a possible aircraft, or something else...

Regardless of the outcome or the success of the counterattack, Milton had already had rehearsals conducted and made all necessary preparations, including emergency evacuation and escape.

In short, this was a case of "entrapment".

Suddenly, a slightly excited voice reached Milton's ears.

"'Godfather,' the radar has detected some unusual signals! They're incredibly fast, exceeding the speed of sound!"

Before Milton could ask, the intelligence officer continued his report at breakneck speed: "As per your instructions, our F-5 squadron has taken off to intercept the enemy."

"Self-propelled anti-aircraft guns have been deployed into the city and are ready for combat at any time."

The intelligence officer sounded somewhat nervous.

He didn't know how this air battle would end, because the other side was also a supersonic aircraft, and they didn't know the type of enemy aircraft at the time.

But at this point, the panel had already emitted a warning sound.

[A Jaguar attack aircraft, classified as a Class A smuggling vehicle, has been detected entering the territory of the esteemed tax official.]

[Location has been marked]

Jaguar?
Milton almost laughed out loud. He slowly began to speak: "Tell those former Soviets to be careful... not careful of the enemy, but careful of mistreatment. Don't accidentally kill the enemy pilot; he's a very important hostage."

The intelligence officer, puzzled by the "Godfather's" confidence, swallowed hard and asked, "Also, those spies we deliberately didn't catch are nearby. Should we close in? I'm worried they might tip us off."

Milton shook his head: "Tip me in? Too late."

Both sides are flying at supersonic speeds, relative to each other. SAD has to report to his superiors, his superiors have to report to the joint command, the joint command has to report to the pilots, and the pilots have to turn around...

"What I'm thinking about now is how to turn things around and give the joint command a huge surprise."

"I'm not someone who just takes a beating passively."

(End of this chapter)