Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 302 "Hell Tax Collector" Smashes Your Chessboard

Seeing the banknotes scattered on the floor, and looking at his wife and children in the living room who were not physically restrained, he struggled violently in his heart.

After a long pause, he managed to say, "What do you want to know... I'm just a dismissed pilot, what I know might not be worth that much money."

The agent who was playing with the child was very patient: "Just tell us everything you know. We know there has been a major change in your company's fleet."

The captain lowered his head slightly again, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the $2000 bills on the ground—enough money to keep him from worrying about finances for at least six months.

Looking at his wife and son, he finally gave in.

"...The military, the military directly and forcibly requisitioned our transport fleet and detained our boss and his entire family. They are in a great hurry. I guess they are probably going to use them to transport supplies like fruit? A friend of mine who works in ground crew told me before that most of these planes are loaded with fruit, fuel, and headings. It seems like they are flying to Honduras."

"It's also possible that they secretly hid some weapons and equipment and transported them using civilian aircraft? I heard that the Honduran military has also dispatched a large transport plane that is shuttling back and forth to the airport."

"I... I don't quite understand. Perhaps your people can analyze something."

The agent blocking the door took a drag of his cigarette, kicked a banknote at the foot of his foot toward the captain, and asked, "Any more?"

The captain also felt that what he had said wasn't worth $2000 at all. After racking his brains for a long time, he finally smiled bitterly and said, "I... that's all I know. I'm just a captain who was laid off. I can only learn a lot of things by talking to my colleagues, or at most by secretly glancing at them..."

“Okay.” The agent nodded. “Remember, take the money, shut your mouth, and think carefully about who caused your current situation and who helped you when you were in trouble.”

"Whom should you be afraid of?"

“Look at your wife and your children, you should know what to do without us having to tell you.”

After delivering the final warning, the agent waved and called to his colleagues to leave the room together.

Watching the two agents leave, and looking at his still-shaken wife and his child intently munching on a lollipop, the captain wiped the sweat from his brow.

That scene was absolutely terrifying... It was exactly like those scenes in movies where the villains threaten and warn that their whole family is being monitored and their lives are in their hands.

The only difference is that the captain had neither the courage nor the motivation to resist.

He tugged at the door to make sure it was closed tightly before crouching down and carefully picking up the fallen US dollars one by one, placing them into the safe.

The wife took a couple of sips of water, her hands still trembling. When she got to the bedroom, her legs went weak, and she knelt down beside her husband.

The sight of a strange man barging into the room without warning and playing with the child was going to be a nightmare for him!

"Should we call the police?"

The captain put the dollars into the safe, locked it securely, and asked calmly, "Why should we call the police?"

"They, they..."

The captain waved his hand: "One side gave us $2000, while the other side stole my job... Why should I help the latter to deal with the former? Besides, the 'Hell Tax Collectors' didn't actually harm the child, and they didn't actually kill him after getting the information, did they?"

"So be it……"

"..."

Outside the door, after closing it, the two agents immediately went downstairs as fast as they could and got into a well-disguised van—they were going to use the base station on it to transmit the information they had received back to Quetzaltenango and then immediately evacuate to the safe house.

The agent in charge of driving started the engine and drove the van onto the road.

"If it weren't for the problems with the 'military parade,' which have thrown Guatemala City into chaos and forced the vast majority of police to maintain order there, we wouldn't be able to act so arrogantly..."

"Don't you think it's cool? It's just like those scenes in the movies, it's so 'Hell Tax Collector'."

"I don't think Mr. 'The Godfather' would use $100 to light a cigarette... This is just you trying to show off," the driver grumbled. "You're really willing to spend that much. I'm curious if the boss will reimburse you for this kind of expense."

"...No, do you really think I'm that rich?" the agent said before contacting Quetzaltenango. "Have you forgotten that after I finished my mission, I got some counterfeit money? The dollar bill I used to light my cigarette was fake, okay?"

"Uh, I see..."

"..."

……

Not far away, the Presidential Palace.

“Your Excellency…” A Ministry of Defense officer entered the presidential office and said with some concern, “We only monitored that family. There are many others, such as airport ground staff and the crew members we dismissed. They are also potential threats. Why don’t you monitor them as well?”

“Where would we find the energy?” Arsu retorted grimly. “We don’t have the resources to monitor so many people right now. Besides, leaks of information aren’t necessarily a bad thing. I was just misleading Milton this time.”

"what?"

“Milton’s intelligence is so good, he must already know that I’m preparing a weapon. He must be investigating, and he must have found some problems.” Arsu smiled. “He thinks it might be some kind of fighter jet, or something that can enhance the aircraft’s armament. He might think that these things are disassembled into parts and transported to Honduras by plane in batches for assembly… Let him find out, let him guess.”

The officer laughed as well: "Milton... no, no one could have imagined that both the equipment and the aircraft were being transported together. We used this fleet, we flew out with the Honduran transport planes, actually to cover one of the members of this fleet."

"C-130!"

Arsu smiled and nodded: "The Americans are furious... They sent Honduras a C-130 that was 'slightly' modified. To avoid Milton's notice, this C-130 transport plane didn't even have any weapons on it. It was even painted like a passenger plane and flew over without causing any international controversy."

"The real C-130 from Honduras was mixed in with the civilian fleet, disguised with fruit to make Milton think the fleet was transporting some kind of weapon... His intelligence department would definitely use the process of elimination. Since the C-130 was flying in the sky, it must not be a secret weapon, it must be something else."

"He would never have imagined that a specially modified, brand-new C-130 was already parked in Honduras, undergoing intensive armament. These two C-130s would never appear at the same airport at the same time. Even if Milton had bribed informants in Honduras, these informants would only think that the C-130s had been deployed more frequently recently. They didn't know that actually, an extra C-130 had appeared without anyone noticing."

"As for using civilian aircraft to detain the fruit company owner, hehe, it's just a smokescreen to draw Milton's attention to that."

“I misled Milton into thinking I was working on some secret weapon… In reality, my secret weapon wasn’t a piece of equipment. It was to use the Honduran Air Force to erase Milton’s air superiority… and have a modified C-130 suddenly appear over the battlefield.”

"Oh no, it's not a C-130."

"We should shout this aircraft louder... 'AC-130,' gunship."

"..."

……

Solora.

After all the agents were mobilized, Milton's desk was piled high with intelligence the next day.

Two agents targeted the laid-off flight crew and obtained a lot of useful intelligence from him; a Honduran cleaner was bribed and revealed the recent deployment of Honduras at the border airport.

"The military has deployed a fleet of aircraft... frequently making round trips with Honduran C-130s, possibly to pick up some spare parts?"

Flora added, "There are frequent flight scheduling issues in Honduras..."

Milton suddenly frowned: "I think there's a slight problem with the Honduran aircraft dispatch... Look, they clearly have dedicated military airfields at the front, so why does the intelligence show that various military aircraft, especially air superiority fighters, are still frequently deployed at large dual-use military and civilian airfields in the rear?"

"Uh, does that mean their 'secret weapon' is too large to be used at the front-line airfield?"

“That’s one point…” Milton shook his head. “The more important point is that this so-called secret weapon should already be at their rear airfield.”

"If it was really large and located at a rear airport, why didn't our intelligence personnel discover it? Don't you find that a bit strange? These kinds of things are supposed to be very difficult to hide."

“Yes…” Flora nodded slightly, “How did Arsu manage to hide this equipment? At least, how did he manage to disguise it to a level that most people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference? And now that the ‘Final Battle Weapon’ has arrived at the airport, what is Arsu so conspicuously looking for the aircraft fleet to transport?”

"It seems our investigation has stalled..."

The other officers also became somewhat anxious upon hearing this.

They are not afraid of the enemy suddenly having some good equipment; they are afraid of not knowing what that equipment is.

At the current pace of the investigation, it will probably take at least a week to figure out what Arsu's trump card is... But a week is really too long, long enough for countless variables to occur!

Milton looked at them with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's stuck? Where is it stuck?"

Flora instinctively replied, "Arsus is clearly misleading us intentionally, giving us junk information... The enemy is already on guard, and our informants might turn around and provide misleading intelligence..."

Milton glanced at the table and laughed, "You guys are still too limited in your thinking. Arsus gives you questions, and you just have to answer them obediently? I've told you so many, many, many times, don't let the enemy lead you around. Ask yourselves, haven't you been led around by the enemy again?"

Upon hearing this, the other officers were still somewhat bewildered, but Flora immediately realized: "'Tax collector,' you mean... Hiss! You, you're going to launch a military operation directly?!"

Milton thought to himself that "Bottle" was still the most reliable person, and nodded, saying, "That's right... Now that we know exactly where that 'final weapon' is at in Honduras, why are we still playing childish games with Arsu, guessing all this time?"

"Why not just assemble a special forces unit, find a way into that airport, and eliminate the threat directly? Arsu wants to play chess with me? I'll just smash his chessboard... Do they think I'm an idiot?"

“Our intelligence personnel are very valuable. This operation has already used a lot of our informant reserves. This is enough. There is no need to make them continue the mission at the risk of exposure.”

"..."

After Milton finished speaking, the room fell silent.

If you don't know what someone else's "secret weapon" is, then just go to their airport and see for yourself!

So violent! So much "hellish tax collectors"!
While Flora found it very exciting, another question arose in her mind. She asked, "The idea is good, but the problem is how do we get into their airport? After all, we don't border Honduras. If we want to sneak in more discreetly, we'll probably have to go through a different route. Maybe you should ask Eunice."

No, I refuse to sacrifice my virtue... and it's not his style to rely on others for my plans.

Who can guarantee that the Ubiko family, currently embroiled in internal strife, won't leak this operation plan?
Milton thought to himself, "They're unreliable, and who says they have to send ground troops? Don't forget, they have an airport there; we can just fly over."

Fly over...

Flora was shocked once again: "You... what a daring plan!"

"Don't forget the Entebbe operation on June 27, 1976," Milton said slowly. "Israel was in a more difficult situation than we were, but they also successfully carried out a similar operation. They not only rescued the vast majority of hostages, but also destroyed a large number of enemy aircraft, and suffered only one loss."

The deceased man was named Jonathan.

His brother's name is Benjamin Netanyahu.

He will be successfully elected next year, in 1996, to become the leader of Israel.

“I understand…” Flora nodded vigorously. “What is your plan?”

“Start from Mexico,” Milton said slowly. “Use a commercial airliner there… no, let all our special forces members charter the plane directly, buy tickets directly, this is a real commercial flight, no pretense.”

"The weapons and equipment will be handled by PMC through proper procedures and legally shipped. 'Bottle,' you handle this matter. Get plenty of ammunition and make sure to completely destroy that so-called decisive weapon."

Action Plan Code Name: 'Takeout'

"Come here in 10 minutes to discuss the specific action plan."

"Let Arsu keep his smokescreens and his intelligence war; I'm going to go directly to his airport and see for myself..."

P.S.: The group was flooded with political commentary, it has nothing to do with me.

(End of this chapter)