Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 3 Pay my taxes!

not necessarily?

Could you possibly find two more packs of cigarettes in this beat-up car?

"I want to see how you do your investigations. You always manage to find something good. I want to get rich by following you..."

Horn grumbled and followed Milton around.

What he didn't know was that, in Milton's eyes, there was a large bag of red contraband stuffed inside the passenger seat, hidden in the seat padding!
Moreover, people who sneakily smuggle a bag of contraband generally don't have any powerful backing.

People like Fan Kangbang openly display contraband on the dashboard, and the bribed inspectors will pretend not to see it.

Since it was smuggled, it means that at least in the checkpoint and in this area, he doesn't have any powerful backers.

He is a suitable candidate for "enforcing the law impartially".

[Level 1 Prohibited Items: Substandard and unregistered imported drugs (non-narcotic products)]

“Sir, here are my documents.” Milton had just walked over when the thin Mexican man in the car smiled obsequiously and handed him his passport. “The weather is lovely, isn’t it?”

Milton took the ID, briefly compared the information, but did not return it to him immediately.

"You actually went all out and used Nappa leather for the seats in this car?" Milton reached out and turned off the engine, pulled out the key, squeezed the seat next to the driver, and peered into the trunk. "Nothing contraband in there, is there?"

The Mexican man's eyes involuntarily glanced at the passenger seat, then quickly looked away: "Sir, you know I'm a law-abiding citizen, look at me..."

“Yankee, answer my question.” Milton walked around the car to check it, then came to the passenger side door. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, if you’re caught underreporting, your goods will be subject to a 200% penalty tax, and it won’t be as simple as just paying back the money.”

If you bring it up yourself, then you'll still have to pay the outstanding amount.

"Sir, no, I swear on my integrity, I swear to God, I didn't bring any illegal items!"

“Then I am very willing to believe you.” Milton smiled emotionlessly. “I am happy to obey any idiot who is stupid enough to believe in God.”

The old Mexican man blushed slightly: "Sir, you don't need to offend a friendly guest like this."

"Alright, I'll stamp it for you... wait a minute!" Milton pretended to take out the stamp, then suddenly looked at the passenger seat. "Your driver's seat and the back seats are made of such good genuine leather, why is the passenger seat made of cheap leather?!"

"Did you hide something down there?!"

He pretended as if he had just discovered the anomaly.

Old Mo's expression changed drastically. He forced himself not to look to the side and subconsciously protested, "Sir, I... I just don't have the money to replace them all at once. I promise there's nothing inside!"

Milton confiscated the documents, his face darkening, giving the other party no room for explanation: "Get out of the car immediately. I'm going to conduct a full search of your vehicle. According to Article 37, Paragraph 2 of the Border Management Act, I have the right to do so to you."

...Where did this inspector come from? How can they observe even a car seat with such detail?

Old Mo's mind raced, and he decided to intimidate Milton: "Sir, this is my personal property, this is my privacy, I'm not having it, I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

He raised his voice, glancing left and right, trying to get the attention of others in the station.

Milton remained unmoved: "If any property is lost due to the inspector's misjudgment, the checkpoint will provide full compensation."

“Now, Milton Mins, employee number 10983, is asking you to cooperate with the inspection. From this moment on, any unnecessary actions you take may be considered violent resistance to tax, and the inspector will have the right to unlimited self-defense.”

I find it laughable that you're talking about private matters with the prosecutor...

After saying that, Milton prepared to open the car door, search under the seat for contraband, and end this farce.

The other prosecutors noticed the commotion, but none of them showed any intention of coming forward.

Just kidding, who would pay attention to you if you didn't bribe them?

Because the contraband was hidden under the seat cushion, Milton planned to simply slash the passenger seat with a knife.

From the prosecutor's perspective, he knew the Mexican man wasn't carrying a gun, and he himself had been wise enough to confiscate the car keys, so there was no danger. Overall, Milton was quite relaxed.

However, seeing that it was inevitable that things would be exposed, the old man's face twisted. Before Milton could open the car door, he quickly pulled out another car key from his pocket, started the engine, shifted gears, and sped off!
The whole process took no more than three seconds!

boom!
The high-powered engine roared loudly, and the car suddenly broke through the gate and sped away.

"Holy crap!" Milton, whose hand was nearly broken, stumbled back three or four steps, his voice filled with shock and rage. "Break the card?!"

Car keys are not contraband, so Milton's system couldn't see them. They didn't expect the other party to have a spare car key, and they certainly didn't expect someone to actually dare to break through the checkpoint.

At that moment, the system updated the information about the car.

[Vehicle Information Change - This vehicle was involved in tax evasion, tax resistance, and highway toll evasion. Points rewards have been increased to 5 times the income.]

The vehicle has left the checkpoint; the information has been updated to "Recovered" (this entry has been added to the "Recovered" section and can be viewed at any time).

If an inspector loses a lead on the vehicle, they can use points to purchase additional information to track it again.

[Current points: 21300]

Under normal circumstances, one-tenth of the seized amount will be converted into points, with the system specifying the unit as US dollars.

Catching him now would yield five times the points, and Milton had also deduced that this person was unlikely to belong to a faction he couldn't afford to offend.

Chase!
Must chase!
Five times the points, but also a hefty penalty for overcharging – you have to pay this tax whether you want to or not!
Moreover... by taking advantage of this opportunity to escape by accident, we can also see how Maynard will react.

Such unplanned and sudden events are most likely to disrupt the enemy's plans and strategies.

"Horn, can I borrow your car?" Milton put his pistol back into its holster and reached for his colleague's car keys. "I'll pay for any scratches or dents."

"Is this necessary...? Can this piece of junk even cover the gas money for this trip? Never mind, drive carefully, I just bought this car recently!"

Horn muttered to himself, but still handed the car keys to Milton.

This is a 84 Buick Regal Grand National coupe, likely owned by many hands. It has a 3.8L engine, 200 horsepower, and a sturdy front bumper. Although old, it's fast enough to easily keep up with a pickup truck.

He got in the car, fastened his seatbelt, started the engine, shifted gears, and Milton floored the accelerator. The massive roar of the American muscle car and the piercing horn drew the attention of many other people at the checkpoint.

boom! ! !
The muscle car, trailing a huge cloud of dust, quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

To be honest, any other inspector wouldn't bother chasing this beat-up car—even if they did catch it, they'd most likely find nothing of value, and it would just get away.

For those who attempted to ram through the checkpoint, the cost was unimaginably high. They were immediately blacklisted, with their photos, passports, license plates, and vehicle identification numbers all being added to their blacklists. If they wanted to cross the border again, it wouldn't be so easy.

"..."

Station Master Varta happened to be going out and saw this scene. He nodded with great satisfaction and said, "This is the work attitude of young people. They are role models for you to learn from."

After saying that, Varta glanced at Maynard, who was staring intently at the car not far away, gave him an enigmatic smile, turned around, got into the Hummer, and drove off in the opposite direction, towards Mexico.

Several people around Maynard also saw this and immediately asked, "Boss, should we chase after them?"

At the same time, he rubbed his neck with his palm.

What a great opportunity! Milton went out alone to hunt down smugglers!

We could easily take this opportunity to make him "die in the line of duty"!
However, Maynard slowly shook his head: "No, we've survived this long because of caution. We absolutely cannot act impulsively... Milton isn't a fool."

After hiding at the checkpoint for so long, this time he just came out of the station chief's office and drove off alone?

It might be a trap!
"Just send someone to follow him from a distance and see what he's up to."

(End of this chapter)