Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 292 A Shocking Explosion

Milton then emerged from the shadows.

By this time, the parliament was nearing its end, and no one knew why the "Hell Tax Collector" had suddenly returned.

The speaker was stunned for a moment—after all, he was a politician. Although he didn't understand what had happened, he knew what he should do!
"'The Godfather,' what other guidance do you require?"

Milton felt a little annoyed. He patted the Speaker on the shoulder in a friendly manner and pressed the microphone button: "Don't be so nervous, and don't try to please me."

Milton then raised his hand, looked up again at the camera, and at the extremely malicious gazes directed at him.

"Just now, I received a piece of intelligence, very important intelligence."

The councilors present all looked on with curiosity.

“Three Jaguar attack aircraft crossed the border and entered my tax territory, where they carried out a bloody massacre of innocent children.”

“A primary school located in… was destroyed. Countless students, teachers, children, and countless families were utterly destroyed in those few minutes.”

"This is an intolerable terrorist attack that has gone beyond the scope of military operations."

Upon hearing this, several councilors flew into a rage.

They are the councilors from the constituency near the bombed school! Not long ago, the people there voted for them, and they made one promise after another to the children!
How much effort did they go through to secure funding to build schools in an area that is not economically developed and geographically advantageous?

And then it got blown up right after it was built?!
A female member of parliament stood up angrily: "Unforgivable! An unforgivable crime! I urge that the murderer be sentenced to death immediately!"

"Bury them into a wall of flesh and blood!"

"This shows that the enemy has reached a dead end and can only resort to terrorist attacks... Do they think this can break our will? They are being too naive."

"..."

Milton mentally calculated the time, and when he felt it was about time, he raised his hand to signal the council to be quiet.

After the noise subsided, he continued:

"Fortunately, our heroic pilots successfully shot down an enemy aircraft and captured one of the perpetrators who planned this terrorist attack."

"After a brief interrogation, the mastermind behind this meticulously planned terrorist attack targeting students has been largely identified—there was no accidental bombing, no excuse, this was the most malicious killing."

Milton glanced at the camera again: "The mastermind is the Northern Group warlord—the very warlord based near Honduras—who, in alliance with Honduran mercenaries, launched this brutal attack."

Upon hearing this, Flora, who was drinking a beer-flavored beverage, immediately spat it out.

What the hell? !

Who?
The coalition forces that haven't moved over yet?!
Brandon, who was resisting the enemy's attack on the Solora defense line, was stunned for a moment, then smiled!
Here comes the "benevolent father" who wronged the enemy so much that they had nowhere to seek justice!
Milton spoke calmly, his face showing no sign of bluffing: “Our own people are colluding with the reactionary army of our neighboring country, which has committed countless atrocities, to commit atrocities against our own students—citizens, can’t you see who your real enemy is?”

"If they can't destroy my army, they'll destroy the children's schools."

"They can't provide you with a good life, so they're desperately trying to stop me from providing you with a good life!"

"Given that this atrocity has completely crossed the line of humanity... I hereby announce that all high-ranking officials and officers of the Northern Group are now officially listed as terrorists."

"I will carry out a relentless, uninterrupted, and unlimited decapitation campaign on this list."

"Remember... you started this war."

"..."

……

"Anti-Milton Alliance" Joint Command.

At that moment, the senior officers of the Guatemalan National Defence Force were watching the ashen-faced Americans, trying hard to suppress their laughter.

I've said it before: they may not understand warfare, but they understand Milton all too well.

These Americans don't believe it; they think they're very capable?
Well, have you embarrassed yourself now?

The entire flight squadron was wiped out!
What about the 24th STS, or the SEAL Team Six? They're not that much better than them.

People who encounter Milton die in all sorts of bizarre ways.

At this moment, these officers even felt a strange sense of pride—after all, it was the Guatemalans who had repeatedly slapped the Americans in the face.

Even the supposedly invincible US T1 elite force is not as unbeatable as legend suggests.

Of course, since they were now allied forces, they managed to hold back their laughter.

"Ahem, so what do we do now?"

"What else can we do but...?"

A colonel who was indifferent to the war situation and was a major corrupt official even in the notoriously corrupt Ministry of Defense suddenly interrupted, "Hey, look, Milton is coming out again. Is he going to give another speech?"

Everyone's attention was quickly drawn to that.

The captain of SEAL Team Six was furious that his own senior officers were so engrossed in enemy television programs, but considering that he had just made a fatal mistake and that this loss could cause a huge uproar back home, and that the current situation was extremely serious and there was too much information to process, he subconsciously chose to remain silent.

These idiots want to hear Milton's victory speech? Let them be humiliated if they want...

As the commander, he needs to carefully plan the next tactical deployment.

Our own soldiers have fallen to rock bottom, and the attack on the Solora defense line...

Just when he finally managed to suppress his anxiety, control the pressure, and focus his attention on the already disastrous battlefield, another irrelevant voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey! Milton didn't blame us!"

"Why did Milton say that the Northern Group warlords and Honduran mercenaries did this? Could it be that the captured pilot lied to Milton's intelligence officers?"

"Hahaha! I thought Milton's intelligence agency was really that omnipotent, but it turns out they can be so terribly wrong?"

"..."

What a mess...

The seal raised its head again and looked at the face it loathed so much.

He also saw Milton walk onto the podium and begin to solemnly accuse the Northern Group warlords and Honduran mercenaries of being the perpetrators of the terrorist attack...

The Arsu government, which is usually heavily criticized by the Pan Madre Group, was surprisingly not mentioned at all in this incident!

Many reporters, including many international reporters, have arrived at the scene and are excitedly covering this event.

The school was bombed!

There's also evidence, and there are photos!
Even if it happened in Guatemala, it's still considered good news.

Moreover, the Honduran military and government were already at a very tense standoff, and with a little hype, it could become an international incident.

But the seal instinctively felt that something was wrong.

It wasn't that he didn't see Milton's intention—only those drug-addicted idiots would believe Milton's words.

This is clearly an attempt to sow discord, and the intention is obvious. The rhetoric is crude, and any closer examination reveals numerous flaws.

Even if we concede that we have some idiots on our side, explaining things and mending the relationship would only take one conversation. Trying to split the coalition through such means is simply wishful thinking.

Milton's skill level is undeniable, and the fact that he personally went to such lengths to pull this stunt suggests that his motives are far from simple.

What does he want to do?
The seal's intuition, honed from numerous brushes with death, told it that things weren't so simple.

However, before he could even begin to think about it, an urgent telegram suddenly came through the radio.

The seal, who hadn't been driven to the brink by Milton, was on the verge of being driven to the brink by his own men. He practically yelled, "Who?!"

"What's up?!"

"Damn it, Reggie, what's going on over there?!" The other person was even angrier, demanding, "Damn it, you bombed the school yourselves, don't blame it on us!"

Northern warlord groups...

These pigs actually came to question us? "Who's like a bunch of lunatics?"

"Do you realize how much this will affect our allies? You must answer that!"

The seal finally snapped: "Shut up! You idiot! You moron! Your brain and intestines look alike, but that doesn't mean you can use your brain to hold shit!"

"Even kindergarten kids can see that Milton is deliberately trying to sow discord between us. Can't you see that?"

The other party was indignant: "What about the negative impact? There are so many international journalists here!"

"The Arsu government will issue a clarification report, and our propaganda machine will also be at work. We'll hold a press conference then, and we can even turn the tables and accuse Milton of using the school and the children's deaths to incite hatred, escalate the situation, and expand the war. Understand?!"

"What are you worried about?"

Is Milton really that terrible?

"I...cough cough, we understand."

"Good to know! The situation at the front is urgent, let's hurry up and get going, don't be a fool."

After finishing his rant, the seal rubbed his slightly dizzy forehead, feeling as if he had lost five years of his life from anger.

He had no idea what he was thinking before.

We should stabilize the Solora front first.

"Never mind that for now, report on the situation at the Solora front. Everyone else, pack your things, we're preparing to move our command post."

The seal waved its hand, deciding not to think about anything else and to focus its attention on what mattered most.

Soon, information about Solora arrived.

"Report: We have completed the surface reinforcement of bunkers 1 through 5 as required by 14 PM, consuming a total of 68 baskets of loess and 32 bags of broken bricks and stones, including bunker 4..."

The seal clenched his fist: "Get to the point! Get to the point! Tell me the most important intelligence! Don't conceal the losses, you won't be held accountable. I need the most accurate battlefield situation!"

"Oh... okay, we've made progress..."

"Casualties, approximately..."

"Enemy annihilation...capture...losses..."

"Sir, we are short-handed and would appreciate it if you could send some reinforcements."

"They also have heavy weapons... The enemy's firepower is too intense. They're making use of the positions and fortifications we abandoned earlier, making it very difficult for us to take them down!"

"Logistics, especially food supplies... were all low-quality canned food. The soldiers wanted to eat something good, otherwise they wouldn't have the strength."

"..."

The seal patiently listened to the unremarkable, "normal" battle report and skimmed through it briefly.

Nothing unexpected happened.

As is customary, he concluded with one last question: "Is there any other minor intelligence worth noting?"

After asking the question, the seal prepared to end the call.

But this time, the other party did not say "no"!
"Uh, there is one, but it shouldn't be particularly important."

"Go ahead."

"Two of them, probably F-5 fighters, led a squadron of Su-25 attack aircraft, flew over us. A Jaguar was also shot down over the battlefield..."

Before he could finish speaking, the seal broke out in a cold sweat!

"Damn it! You call this secondary intelligence?! This is secondary intelligence???"

"Uh... this has nothing to do with our battlefield, I don't think it's important intelligence, right?"

But the seal didn't hear that.

He had already thrown down the radio and roared, "Everyone, evacuate! Everyone, evacuate this place, now!!!"

"Don't bring anything, don't waste a single second!"

"Run if you want to live!!!"

The moment the seal heard the attack aircraft squadron call out "Sartenango," all his previous doubts suddenly became clear.

Why did Milton reveal his location? Why did he put on such a clumsy performance? Why did he engage in pointless provocation that could backfire?
What is the purpose?
It's very simple, there's no real purpose, it's just for entertainment, a pure performance to attract attention and keep everyone at the command center.

As long as they don't leave, Milton's plan will succeed!
The Su-25 is already flying over with high-yield aerial bombs, ready to destroy the joint command post!
The SEALs couldn't believe it. What was originally a decapitation operation targeting Milton had, in just a few hours, turned into Milton's decapitation operation against the top coalition forces!

It wasn't that this elite member of SEAL Team Six hadn't expected it at all...

This possibility is based on the premise that Milton captured the surviving Jaguar pilot in a very short time and, in a very short time, extracted the most crucial intelligence—the coordinates of the joint command.

This is practically impossible.

Milton seems to have succeeded.

At this point, the SEALs no longer had time to think about why their comrades had fallen so quickly, no time to ask when the enemy planes had flown over Solora, and no time to consider whether their comrades had provided accurate intelligence.

escape!
But before he could take two steps, a violent tremor suddenly came from above.

That was the sound of concrete being hit by a heavy object.

He was one step late.

The Su-25 attack aircraft squadron had already dropped their bombs—they were even flying at low altitudes, so the radar didn't detect anything.

The next moment...

The terrifying shockwave, accompanied by a deafening roar, slammed the seal to the ground. He felt as if he had been run over by a large truck, his body felt like it was about to fall apart, and his lungs felt like they were about to be crushed!

His eardrum was punctured!

The intense dizziness and nausea lasted for an unknown amount of time, and the seal barely managed to regain its sense of space by using almost all its strength.

Looking up, I saw that the concrete ceiling had cracks, and sand was seeping down.

But it wasn't breached after all...

The officers at the top are probably scattered all over the place.

"No, I'm not dead...cough cough!"

Fortunately, the joint command post is located in the basement!
The seal felt relieved as it tried to get up.

But just as he propped himself up with his arms, he felt another violent tremor.

boom.

More sand and dust leaked out.

This is the second guided missile to land in the crater created by the first bomb!
How much did Milton actually spend, and how professional were the pilots he hired?
At this moment, the seal was finally stunned... In a very short time, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

If Milton had discovered the Jaguar a little later, if Milton had revealed the F-5 earlier to relieve pressure on the front lines, if Milton hadn't captured the pilot so quickly for interrogation, if he hadn't been so shameless as to put on a show, if his pilot had been slightly weaker...

in case……

If even one "what if" is mentioned, things could take a turn for the better.

But Milton seized every "if" and did everything he could.

The seal finally realized who his opponent was.

boom!
A 500kg aerial bomb exploded indoors.

The entire joint command headquarters, and the vast majority of the coalition's high command, were completely engulfed by the fireball.

(End of this chapter)