Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 32 Rushing In

After hearing the affirmative answer and confirming that the person in front of him was indeed the "Hell Tax Collector," the shopkeeper seemed completely deflated, giving a bitter smile: "Ask me whatever questions you have... Oh, the answer to your question just now is no, I don't have the original packaging here."

Was he terrified by the nasty nickname? Did he realize that he and his family were very likely to be killed, so he completely gave up the will to resist?
Milton remained calm: "Where do you get your goods? I need the exact location."

If they had only given a general location like a "hospital," by the time Milton and his team searched each room and found the next clue, the area would probably have been surrounded by police.

The entire operation must not take more than 5 minutes!

"St. Lucia Clinic, basement level, go to the morgue, turn right and walk to the end. But they don't seem to have the original medicine bottles there either."

The town of Malacan has two hospitals: the public Malacan Hospital and the private St. Lucia Clinic.

The former is extremely crowded, has strained medical resources, is extremely unsanitary, is small in scale, and is cheap; the latter is the exact opposite.

After receiving this information, the corresponding purchasable information item finally popped up in Milton's panel.

Milton did not hesitate to pay 2000 red points.

A massive drug smuggling case was hidden in the morgue of the St. Lucia Clinic.

The intelligence is accurate, very good.

That's enough information.

The shopkeeper might know something else, but Milton knew what was important and what was urgent—nothing else mattered except what needed to be done right now!
The next step is simple—go to the hospital, grab someone in the know and force them to reveal the location where the medicine bottles were switched, or find the relevant clues, then drive there and catch them red-handed!
Milton stood up, waved his hand, and prepared to have his two companions silence him.

At that moment, the dying shopkeeper suddenly looked up and shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Milton stopped, glanced at his watch, and looked down at the shopkeeper: "Is there anything else?"

The shop owner sighed and said, "The safe is under the cashier, and the combination is 013099. The money is yours, but my family knows nothing about it. Please let them go."

"Their address is..."

He was aware of his impending doom, but hoped to use the money to protect his family from the "hellish tax collectors'" guns.

Milton gave him a deep look, then signed a ticket and receipt, placed them on the shopkeeper, and granted the not-too-excessive request:
"it is good."

Upholding the spirit of not letting others profit from it even if it doesn't benefit himself, and with the last shred of conscience in his heart, the shop owner added, "Also, there's a problem with troglitazone. One of my pregnant clients died after taking it. Don't buy it."

Milton raised the muzzle of his gun, his tone calm: "I know."

The shop owner shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, nodded, and said, "I have nothing more to say."

Click.

A bullet entered his brain, ending his life instantly, without pain.

Brandon and Lutz, as law enforcement officers, had seen this kind of thing far too often. They remained silent for a moment before regaining their composure, turning their gaze to Milton, and awaiting his next order.

Milton holstered his pistol and strode towards the store exit, instructing, "Brandon, get the money. Lutz, get the car. I need to change my gear."

"Hurry up, we don't have much time."

Putting on heavy gear in the car was really, really troublesome and awkward, but in order to save as much time as possible, Milton and Brandon got into the back seat of the car one after the other and struggled to put on their gear.

Luz then got into the driver's seat and drove to the hospital.

Swish, swish, swish... The sounds of Milton changing into heavy gear and Brandon helping out came from the back seat.

We're about to exchange fire...

The atmosphere became a little tense. Lutz couldn't help but try to ease the tension by starting a conversation: "So, how much money did we get?"

Brandon pulled out a wad of dollar bills and stuffed them into the back storage compartment: "I took them all at once, there's no room to count them. Judging by the thickness, it should be about $1."

Milton secured the last bulletproof plate and glanced casually at the panel prompts.

[The host's forces have successfully collected $10385, earning a five-times points (red) reward. Current remaining red points: 58975]

Brandon's estimate was around ten thousand dollars.

Luz, clearly excited, asked, "So, according to the rules, how much money will I get?"

Brandon started counting on his fingers: "10000 dollars, the team takes 20% first, so that's, uh, let me calculate..."

Milton answered almost without thinking, “$2000 each.”

"..."

Lutz was once again stunned by this offhand remark: "Boss, I suddenly realize you're really amazing! You can solve such a complex arithmetic in a second!"

What can you plan? There are plenty of people who can fight!
People who are good at math are rare, and people who are good at math and good at fighting are even rarer!
Brandon counted on his fingers for a while to make sure Milton hadn't miscalculated before he sighed, "I don't think 'boss' is a good title. It sounds like the head of a slum gang, which doesn't match your strength. How about we call you Godfather from now on? I've seen a lot of powerful Mafia members call you that."

“I’m just an inspector, not a godfather.” Milton said with a hint of exasperation, putting on his tactical helmet to stop the pointless conversation. “Stop talking nonsense…let’s get down to business and make some quick arrangements for the hospital raid.”

Brandon was a little confused: "It's just a hospital, do we really need tactics? We can't beat the Van Kang gang, but surely we can beat a group of doctors and nurses?"

Milton felt the vibrations of the car and chuckled, "This is a private hospital. Do you know what a private hospital is? There are definitely armed security guards inside, and there might even be desperate members of the Van Kang gang. If you don't make any preparations, you can just wait to be beaten to death if you rush in."

The cost of a single surgery could be more than an ordinary person earns in 10 years... If these wealthy people who are afraid of death are willing to spend this much money, how could they not hire thugs to protect their safety?

Moreover, since the St. Lucia Clinic was still operating illegally, it needed armed forces to ensure its safety even more.

Brandon couldn't believe that a hospital would have armed thugs. He shook his head violently: "Poverty has limited my imagination, fuck. When I have money in the future, I'll go to a hospital like this for treatment... Boss, how do we fight later?"

Milton stretched his neck: "Maintain the advantage of the sneak attack, rush straight into the hospital, and take out all the armed personnel. Then you guard the stairwell, and Luz and I will rush down to find clues about the location of the medicine bottle refill point. Your responsibility is to ensure the safety of our backs and try to stop anyone else from calling the police."

"After getting the clue, we immediately got in the car and left without lingering."

Brandon thought about it carefully and repeated, "'Try to' intercept?"

“Yes, the hospital is so big, and we’re not familiar with the layout, so it’s impossible to sneak in silently,” Milton explained. “Besides, we’re too few people to watch every exit of the hospital. It’s unrealistic to stop them from calling the police. We can only try to delay them as much as possible… Remember, the longer you delay, the greater our chances of success.”

They must not be arrested by the police until they are caught red-handed and the evidence is irrefutable; otherwise, it would be considered violent law enforcement or even a terrorist attack.

After that, they became heroic figures fighting against evil forces.

Brandon thought for a moment, then asked a question: "What if the police are being cautious and have already arranged for officers to be stationed at the medicine bottle changing area? What should we do then?"

“It doesn’t matter,” Milton shrugged. “What I’m worried about is that the police force will beat us to it, officially seal off the scene where the medicine bottles were being changed, seize law enforcement power, and sacrifice their own interests to save themselves by cutting off their own arm.”

"If it's just one or two police officers stationed there, why don't we just kill them and say it was a terrorist attack by the Fan Kang gang that resulted in their deaths?"

"...So ruthless!"

Lutz, who was driving, sighed and then said, "The hospital is just ahead. Should we drive right in, or get out and sneak in?"

Milton took a deep breath: "Drive, go in."

(End of this chapter)