Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 327 Oh, so Americans can swallow their pride now?

In just a few dozen seconds, the other party successfully misled Winn, then cut off the power, trapping them here to their deaths!
Subsequent support personnel can certainly identify the problem through on-site traces, but there is a huge difference in the timeliness of information obtained through direct notification versus investigation.

The fact that the enemy has come up with this idea shows that they are prepared to use this time to do something big!

For the first time, Winn, as a member of the CIA, felt that his enemy was so formidable, and for the first time, he felt that his world-class intelligence agency had been crushed by the enemy on a dimensional level.

Boom boom boom!
In those brief few seconds that the "robbers" downstairs had already unleashed a massive barrage of fire from their PKM machine guns.

"what!!!"

"..."

The CIA agent sent downstairs let out a scream before being completely drowned out by a tidal wave of bullets.

The previously disordered footsteps gradually became clearer.

The second floor of the jewelry store has been breached... There are more than 10 enemies, and they have probably cleared out the lower floors as well.

And from the start of the attack until now, less than 30 seconds have passed!

With the enemy's firepower capable of penetrating through the floorboards, the remaining two wouldn't even have a chance to fight back, let alone put up a fight.

By the time reinforcements arrived, the enemy had already retreated to who-knows-where.

This is CQB, where victory or defeat can be decided in an instant.

Oh well... if he lost, he lost. With his status, even if he were captured alive, his life wouldn't be in danger. On the contrary, Winn's status is extremely valuable and can be exchanged for a large ransom.

If the enemy's advance is slowed down as a result, they might be caught up by the CIA's powerful support.

After thinking it through, Winn no longer hesitated and shouted at the top of his lungs, "We surrender! We will not resist! Don't shoot!"

After saying that, he dropped his weapon and turned his back.

Da da da……

A flurry of footsteps immediately followed, and several stun grenades were thrown in, making Wen En dizzy.

But at this moment, he was still in a relatively relaxed mood.

Since the other party is so professional, they must be able to understand what he means.

……

At this moment, on the second floor of the jewelry store.

The PKM spat fire, its armor-piercing incendiary rounds sweeping across almost every corner of the jewelry store, penetrating the walls, doors, and floors countless times.

After sweeping away the enemies on the second floor through the wall, the four soldiers at the rear were responsible for clearing the second floor, while Nerva led the remaining three to prepare for a strong attack on the third floor.

“We have 1 minute and 10 seconds left. Group A, come forward with me.”

"receive."

Just as I was about to go upstairs, a loud shout suddenly came from above the stairwell.

"We surrender, we will not resist, please do not fire!"

"..."

Nerva took it as a delaying tactic and ignored it completely, instead having his teammates on the first floor throw stun grenades in through the window.

Bang bang bang!
Upon hearing the sound of the stun grenade exploding, Nerva took the lead and rushed to the third floor.

All that remained were a man and a woman lying on the ground, and two rifles lying on the ground.

Nerva walked straight to the woman, grabbed her face, and asked coldly, "CIA?"

"I advise..."

The woman only said two words before Nerva released his right hand and placed his fingers back on the AKM trigger.

The familiar gunshot rang out, and the very beautiful female agent was reduced to a pile of mangled flesh in an instant.

Nerva happened to see a half-finished glass of meat sauce and mashed potatoes on the table, reached out and grabbed it, then poured it over the female corpse.

Do you like mashed potatoes with meat sauce?

When Winn saw this, the chill that had been running through his body returned—the fear of impending death suppressed all the discomfort caused by the stun grenade!

He finally realized who these people were.

“You are Milton’s men! I am a CIA agent, I am valuable, I can get a lot of ransom. Executing me on your own will not satisfy Milton—capture me alive and hand me over to the ‘Hell Tax Collectors’! Don’t be impulsive!”

Nerva glanced at his watch, Milton's face flashing through his mind again.

He raised the muzzle of his gun and said:

“‘The Godfather’ once told me not to compromise with the enemy for the sake of temporary gains.”

"Moreover, you killed my comrade-in-arms, and in doing so, you took everyone from the coffee shop with you."

Winn, struggling to stay upright, said, "They're dead..."

boom!
An armor-piercing bullet struck Winn squarely in the forehead, ripping open his skull and shattering his brains.

He knelt down on the ground.

In just 57 seconds, a CIA safe house, where a team of CIA agents were located, was completely wiped out from top to bottom.

Just as they effortlessly wiped out a coffee shop with a wave of their hand, the "Hell Tax Collectors" special forces also easily eliminated them.

Nerva turned around, went back downstairs, and asked, "Is the time bomb installed?"

"Installation complete, detonation in 10 minutes."

"Very good, evacuate according to the original plan."

"Give the CIA agents who come later a little gift—they'll still think their safe house was just an accidental robbery."

then……

Nerva led his soldiers to evacuate the jewelry store in an orderly manner. As they boarded the vehicles, they could already hear sirens wailing in the distance.

Even after such a long period of slackness, the CIA still maintained its most basic qualities.

Unfortunately, they were destined to never catch up with Nerva.

Without the slightest hesitation, the convoy suddenly accelerated, turned onto the pre-arranged escape route, and disappeared into the night.

With such a major event occurring, the entire city's police force, and even some military forces, might be mobilized...

Soon after, the squad that launched the assault on Ramirez Manor will move again, pulling back and forth, shifting the enemy's forces back and forth.

Under such high-intensity missions, the coordination between the CIA and Ramirez command systems will inevitably break down.

Nerva will decide whether to provide support or continue sabotage, depending on the situation.

"There's no need to break through the encirclement; they'll reveal their weaknesses on their own. They'll never guess that we haven't actually broken through, and are even in the very center of the encirclement."

"Now, disperse and evacuate, and await further orders."

"receive."

The convoy split up at the designated intersection, and in the darkness, no one could track their whereabouts. All that could be heard were the sirens blaring as they wandered around aimlessly.

In Quetzaltenango… no, even under the rule of the “Hell Tax Collector,” a small town would be able to quickly locate a target using cameras. But in a city where even water and electricity are scarce, the moment a car disappears into the night, the entire police force is left completely helpless.

Nerva parked his car behind a bridge pier at the bottom of a bridge, rolled down the window, and stared in the direction of the jewelry store.

Just by listening to the sounds, you can tell just how chaotic things have become over there.

A soldier followed him down and casually asked, "Sir, what do you think their reaction will be after the jewelry store and Ramirez's estate explode?"

Nerva shook his head: "I can't guess, but at least so far, the enemy is still following our lead... This must be what Mr. 'Godfather' meant by maneuvering the enemy."

I waited a few more minutes...

As the sirens drew closer, a huge red light suddenly flashed in the direction of the jewelry store.

boom!
A massive explosion was heard, and even in the darkness, the dazzling fireball could be seen.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the teammates who attacked Ramirez Manor have already begun their operation."

Nerva knocked on the car door and said in a deep voice, "Now let's see how the enemy chooses to go."

Even a fool could tell that the chaos in the city this time was definitely not as simple as looting.

However, the forces that have been mobilized to the vicinity of the jewelry store, especially the CIA and its affiliates, are facing a dilemma.

Should they choose to divert their limited manpower to rescue Ramirez and remain silent about the bombing of the safe house and the deaths of many agents, or should they "put the bigger picture" and immediately turn back to save Ramirez and prevent the decapitation operation?
Nerva didn't have to wait long before he received the answer.

The sirens that had been wailing all around dissipated and disappeared into the distance in a very short time...

All kinds of noise decreased significantly.

It seems that they all received orders and moved in the same direction in a short period of time.

One soldier, somewhat surprised by the turn of events, asked, "It seems the CIA has chosen to consider the bigger picture? We've provoked them like this, killed people like this, and they're not choosing revenge? Are they still Americans? Are they still the CIA?"

Before the change, let alone taking down an entire CIA safe house, even a minor scratch on an agent would have resulted in a thunderous retaliation.

What big picture? The United States is the biggest big picture.

But today, the arrogant Americans have actually chosen to swallow this insult and prioritize the greater good!

“It seems the Americans aren’t incapable of compromise after all.” Nerva adjusted his tactical helmet. “‘The Godfather’ was right, our enemies are a bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong.”

The soldier in charge of driving opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and said, "Sir, shall we execute Plan B?"

Plan B was that the Americans chose to swallow their anger and not retaliate against Nerva's team, instead turning their attention to supporting Ramirez.

It was also a plan for "unexpected circumstances".

“Since the CIA is so understanding, let’s continue sending them gifts.” Nerva glanced into the distance. “Let’s go to that liquor store and blow up another CIA safe house. Let’s see if the Americans can break through.”

"We will depart in 3 minutes, as agreed."

"Roger that!"

As for the two cars scattered in other places, they will inevitably make the same judgment.

Three minutes later, the car engine emitted a very soft hum and drove towards the liquor store.

Nerva didn't know what the situation was like elsewhere, but everyone chose to trust their teammates.

Boom boom boom...

The terrifying explosions and the coup in the capital left the city eerily deserted, with hardly any cars in sight.

"We expect to arrive at our destination in about three minutes... This time, we don't need to dress up as the 'Skull Gang' for the attack; just shouting will suffice."

"This time, feel free to use any projectiles. I'll be in charge of firing grenades..."

Before Nerva could finish speaking, he suddenly saw two brand-new SUVs with their headlights on, driving towards them.

Logically speaking, this should have been a perfectly normal passing situation...

With night vision goggles, Nerva was able to see the other vehicle's situation very clearly.

But Nerva's intuition told her that something was wrong...

"Logically, you should be able to see people through the windshield, but all I see is complete darkness..."

"The car came from a liquor store..."

"The direction is towards the villa outside Ramirez..."

This……

In a split second, Nerva blurted out, "That car up ahead is a CIA vehicle! Prepare for battle! Take them down! Take them down!!"

One against two, an encounter, a formidable enemy... but no one panicked. The people in the back row rolled down their windows with lightning speed, while Nerva in the passenger seat raised his gun and aimed it at the enemy through the windshield.

Nerva's judgment was correct!
These are two vehicles, one carrying SAD military agents and the other carrying GRS combat personnel, speeding towards Ramirez's estate.

At that moment, the oncoming car also realized the problem in a very short time, and they were also preparing to raise their guns and fire—give them at most one second, or even half a second, and the CIA agents could fire their guns!
But in the end, it was Nerva who fired the first shot.

Bang bang bang! Crash!

The roar of the PKM accompanied the shattering of the windshield. Armor-piercing incendiary rounds, powerful enough to penetrate armor, drew countless long, brilliant streaks of fire in the night sky, piercing the windshield of the first vehicle and the bulletproof vests of the CIA agents!
The first car immediately turned into a brutal meat grinder, rolling out of control and off the roadside.

But... the crisis was not over yet, because the second vehicle was ready for battle and was about to fire at the vehicle where Nerva was!
boom!
The next second, several high-explosive grenades fired from the side exploded, turning the SUV into a pile of wreckage.

In a mission where they had no direct contact with their teammates and relied entirely on tacit understanding, they almost simultaneously gathered in one place!
Boom boom boom!
In just over ten seconds of firefight, CIASAD, who was only half a beat slower, became a charred corpse burning on the roadside.

After firing a quick burst of shots at the car wreckage and finishing off the wreckage, Nerva's convoy continued its charge toward the liquor store.

Upon arrival, Nerva didn't waste any words this time. He swiftly and decisively carried out a violent cleanup of the first floor, filling every room with grenades. As usual, the demolition team then took the stage and planted explosives in all the key locations on the first floor.

Of course, during this time, some discordant shouts also came from upstairs.

"We are the CIA!"

"Damn it, do you know what you're doing?"

"Stop immediately... Do you want to start a war???"

"..."

Nerva completely ignored them and coldly gave the order: "Set the explosion time to 20 seconds."

"Throw smoke grenades on the first floor to prevent the enemy from coming downstairs."

"retreat."

After giving the order, Nerva shouted, "Victory belongs to President Reina! Americans, get out of Honduras!"

"Long live President Reiner!"

"..."

boom! boom! boom!
The liquor store collapsed with a deafening roar, burying all lives inside.

The off-road convoy disappeared into the darkness once again.

But Nerva, engrossed in studying Milton's mission tactics, was unaware that on this very night, the CIA set a record for the highest single loss since the organization's inception.

In a place they didn't know, the entire CIA had completely gone mad.

(End of this chapter)