Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 324 "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening"

“‘Hell Tax Collectors,’ you must act quickly… The embassy in Guatemala City will do its best to convey my plea for help. If successful, all your military actions will be legal.”

"The presidential palace has emergency supplies, doctors, food, and ammunition, which theoretically can last for more than five days, but..."

"I can't guarantee that the people around me won't have problems under pressure."

"We'll contact each other again after we've made our own arrangements."

"..."

Snapped!
In the Guatemalan president's office, Milton hung up the phone.

Milton stood up from the presidential seat, left without looking back, called his comrades, and returned to that familiar, warm command center.

After seizing national power, morale was exceptionally high—of course, this was also because Milton had written his political program into the Constitution, once again systematically clarifying why people from different regions, countries, and ethnicities should stand together to fight, and so on.

These materials will also be used to educate the newly recruited troops.

Milton, seated in the main seat, waved his hand and said, "A military coup has occurred in Honduras. The military wants to overthrow the current government. President Reina just called me, hoping we can intervene in the military's illegal actions."

"My decision is to save them."

"From what I understand, Reina is not a particularly resolute person and is always thinking about compromise, but his political line is independence and self-reliance, and Central American integration... As long as we win over this ally, our geopolitical environment will immediately become much better."

"On the contrary, if Honduras becomes hostile, we will be back to the old situation of being surrounded by enemies on three sides."

The northeastern countries of Belize and Guatemala are in tense relations due to territorial disputes, and there is little possibility of reconciliation at this stage.

The current government of El Salvador has also clearly sided with the United States.

News also came from the north that Joaquin Guzman had escaped from prison and that the Pan American Cartel had regrouped.

From the town of Malacan onwards, Milton has never escaped being surrounded on three sides; the encirclement has simply grown larger and the enemies surrounding him have become stronger.

Milton won't fall into the same hole a third time.

Everyone present agreed to "rescue" her. Flora nodded: "How do we rescue her? I think the Americans are keeping a close eye on the capital."

“Ramires revealed his location during the phone call.” Milton knew time was of the essence and spoke briefly. “I plan to decapitate him directly. As long as we take down Ramirez—the Chinese like to say, if you know the enemy’s coordinates in the morning, you’ll have him dead by the afternoon.

"We must make use of such important information as the enemy's location."

Milton knew Ramirez's location and decided to raid him, while Ramirez knew nothing about it. This informational advantage was enough to determine the life or death of a high-ranking official in Latin America!
“I plan to send two action teams, a total of 24 people, to carry out the mission. One team will be responsible for carrying out the mission, and the other will be responsible for providing cover. Reina will be responsible for providing all the intelligence we need... including Ramirez’s room, the security forces they are aware of, and an informant 'guide' who has considerable connections in the area and can find a way to get our people in.”

Flora nodded slightly: "Who's leading the team this time? Should I go?"

“No.” Milton refused decisively. “It’s not that I don’t trust your abilities, but the faces of us high-ranking officials in the new government are not suitable for ‘infiltration’ missions, even if we’re disguised.”

Moreover, with the army growing larger and facing increasingly stronger enemies, it should no longer be a "pseudo-strong army" controlled by a few specific individuals, whose combat effectiveness would immediately drop without their control.

With Milton investing heavily in bringing in instructors, scientists, pilots, and all sorts of talent from the former Soviet Union, the military should now be moving towards becoming a truly strong force.

“Infiltrate…” Flora glanced at the others. “That is indeed a problem. How do you plan to get people in?”

The remnants of the old warlords still control the border defenses, and it will probably take Milton another month or two to take control, but it's clear that Reiner can't wait that long.

“We’re seeking cooperation with Eunice. Her territory is also adjacent. Isn’t the Ubico family terrified of being completely purged? Now is the time for the nation to test them.” Milton said without a care in the world. “The Northern Group warlords and the Monte family’s funding chains are about to collapse. Many soldiers are not receiving their salaries and have turned into gangsters to rob in Honduras.”

“Our soldiers can disguise themselves as these people and find a way to infiltrate the city where Ramirez is located, San Pedro Sula. To make it more authentic, we’ll take out a gang first and inherit their identities.”

"Remember, we're on Honduran soil. We're Reina's men. Use his name and the Honduran government's name to kill more Americans, cause more destruction, make a big scene, give Reina a huge mess, and drag Honduras completely onto our pirate ship."

“He may lack the courage to take a complete stand, so let me help him.”

By then, Reiner would have no choice but to go down a dead-end path, both for the sake of his political and biological life.

Milton was very confident that he could settle things in Central America completely before Reyner's term ended.

Getting help from the "hellish tax collectors" always comes at a small price.

"it is good!"

"..."

……

Barrios Port, Airport.

A rather inconspicuous small passenger plane landed at the airport.

But next to the passenger plane was a convoy of luxury cars. Eunice stood there with a complicated expression, watching the soldiers get off the plane.

Soldiers of the Pan Madre Group... no, it should now be said that soldiers of the new government have taken over the province of Izabal to ensure that no one runs away with the money.

The administration is currently in a transitional phase.

Nerva checked the weapons in his hands, stepped off the plane, and frowned as he looked at the luxury cars in front of him.

Not long ago, the esteemed "Hell Tax Collector" ordered him to lead a squad on a very important decapitation mission. He was a former guerrilla member. At that time, Milton only controlled the small town of Malacan. Nerva was seriously wounded and fled with Juan, eventually being taken in by the town's hospital.

He was a soldier who stayed behind with Ismaila. Without Milton's help, the guerrillas would have been wiped out, and he himself would not have survived.

When he learned that he finally had a chance to repay the "Hell Tax Collector" for saving his life, Nerva accepted this extremely dangerous mission without hesitation.

If this mission succeeds, Nerva and his team will officially separate from the army and become a special forces unit with its own organization, known as the "Falconers".

But... Eunice's airport pick-up convoy is a bit too extravagant.

“Ms. Eunice, we’re heading to the border to infiltrate enemy territory,” Nerva said seriously. “I think it would be better to use some less conspicuous vehicles.”

Young Lady Eunice looked slightly embarrassed: "I'm sorry... everyone can get in the car first, I'll contact someone to change it right away." Nerva nodded and followed Eunice to change convoys before arriving alone at a safe house belonging to the "Raven Group" near the border to meet with the local intelligence personnel.

In the "Hell Tax Collectors'" plan, they need to disguise their identities before entering San Pedro Sula to carry out their mission.

The intelligence personnel here specifically found several suitable targets for Nerva's team.

Nerva quickly identified a gang of ruthless bandits on the list, calling themselves the "Skull Gang"—they were formerly part of the Monte family. After several weeks of unpaid wages, they killed their superiors, stole some supplies, and were roaming around the border area, recently appearing near San Pedro Sula.

The informants sold their location information for a good price.

Nerva knew the mission was very time-sensitive, so without much thought, he said to the local intelligence personnel, "They're the ones. Their numbers are about right, and their locations are relatively close."

The intelligence officer was somewhat worried: "They are quite strong and have a lot of guns, so you need to be careful."

“They’re the ones who should be worried.” Nerva waved his hand with a hint of pride. “They’ll never understand how powerful the equipment the ‘Hell Tax Collectors’ have given us.”

Under the astonished gaze of the intelligence officers, the special forces soldiers unloaded all their equipment from the vehicle—heavy body armor, tactical helmets, night vision goggles, thermal imagers, frequency-hopping walkie-talkies, PDAs, individual search radars, individual counter-sniper radars…

There was so much of it that even intelligence officers couldn't understand it!
Even the US military isn't this luxurious, is it?
Nerva patted his AKM rifle—in order to give special forces the greatest advantage in gunfights, all the bullets they used were special bullets such as armor-piercing rounds.

Once everyone was dressed in their gear, at first glance, it looked even more luxurious than the equipment worn by American soldiers in many movies!
"Now enter combat readiness status. Everyone rest where you are, and we will begin operations after 22 PM."

"Let me confirm one more time. Obtain your identity tonight, enter the city before tomorrow morning, and carry out the mission tomorrow night. Do everything you can to kill Ramirez, understand?"

"receive."

"receive……"

"very good."

The teamwork between everyone was incredibly close.

Even though Milton or the others did not personally command the operation, their professionalism was more than enough to make them capable of handling the task independently.

The moment he saw the time on his watch jump to 22 PM, Nerva pushed himself up with his hands on the ground.

Without him saying another word, the other soldiers all stood up, boarded the vehicle as planned, and set off to cross the border along a route that was currently under surveillance but was paralyzed.

The gang of thugs hid in a very small town and occupied a warehouse as their resting place...

Nerva put down the map and looked ahead.

"That warehouse up ahead is the target. Don't cause any trouble... Remember, our ultimate goal is to kill more Americans, no, to take out Ramirez."

"Hahaha!"

A joke immediately eased the tense atmosphere.

"Roger that!"

The convoy soon arrived at the warehouse entrance... At this time, the town was experiencing a power outage, and it was completely pitch black.

Through his night vision goggles, Nerva saw two armed men at the warehouse entrance who seemed to have heard the convoy's engine and turned around in his direction with some confusion.

boom!
The next second, the jeep's sturdy bumper slammed into the chest of the "Skull Gang" member, causing his chest to cave in instantly, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth onto the windshield!
Another gang member was run over by another vehicle.

The commotion outside woke up the others in the warehouse, and someone immediately came out and shouted sternly, "What's going on..."

clack clack...

A dozen or so gunshots, silenced, rang out almost simultaneously, sweeping across the warehouse. Those who came out immediately fell to the ground, and a series of wailing screams erupted from inside.

But their cries ended there.

Another squad had already surrounded the warehouse, and more than a dozen stun grenades were thrown at the same time. In the dimly lit indoor environment, the power of the bright light and noise was maximized.

The voice that was just shouting and yelling instantly turned into a shrill scream!

boom!
Nerva pulled the trigger of the grenade launcher, blasting open the warehouse's fragile, thin door. He and his teammates then quickly took control of the entire warehouse using standard indoor clearing procedures.

One of the men, who looked like the leader of the "Skull Gang," was clutching his ears and writhing in pain on the ground. When he sensed someone approaching, he immediately cowered.

"We surrender! We surrender! Don't shoot!"

"Who are you? How much money do you want... We only robbed a few stores and a few women, it's all yours!"

Nerva walked over and ordered his men, "Strip them of their clothes. Keep our equipment safe in the car for now."

"Yes!"

"Brother, why did you even take my clothes?" The gang leader, gritting his teeth against the pain, looked up and said ingratiatingly, "Look at us, so many guns, so many men, like this... I, I'll acknowledge you as my boss, we'll work together, we'll definitely make a fortune, I know how to rob Mexicans of cocaine..."

He suddenly froze at this point.

The gang leader finally managed to make out the appearance of the group of people in front of him by the light of the fire in the warehouse.

What the hell is that? An alien?!

They just robbed a few stores, is it worth sending out such a large team to catch them?
Damn it, any knife these guys carry could probably kill him!
"You, you guys..."

Nerva had ignored the leader of the "Skull Gang" from beginning to end, but only now did he finally look at him properly: "What's your name?"

"who are you?"

Nerva laughed—he recalled the fond memories of the "Hell Tax Collector" fighting on the front lines, and the way that man had acted.

Nerva crouched down, patted the fear-filled face of the "Skull Gang" leader, and said, word by word, "We are the 'Skull Gang,' and we plan to storm into San Pedro Sula, rob a bank, blow up a military base, and kill some Americans for fun."

(End of this chapter)