Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 329 Missile Attack!

Boom boom...

Terrifying sounds are constantly erupting from San Pedro Sula tonight.

Almost all shops that were open at night before closed tonight.

Especially in the shops near the explosion site, not even a candle could be seen.

However, a small restaurant two streets away from the razed liquor store was brightly lit.

People kept carrying "food boxes" from the restaurant to the jeeps outside...

This is a safe house specially prepared for Nerva, a place where they replenish their ammunition after completing their missions.

Just as Nerva and his group were taking the opportunity to rest, a familiar figure suddenly walked in from outside.

President Reiner's informant, Bed!

Nerva took a sip of his energy drink and asked, "What's wrong?"

“You…” Bed’s eyes were filled with complex emotions as he looked at the group of people before him as if they were madmen. “What exactly did you do?”

Nerva was taken aback: "What did you do? You just demolished two CIA safe houses, took out the people inside and two convoys... You didn't kill more than 30 people in total."

What is this compared to the record of the "Hell Tax Collector"? What's there to make a fuss about?

“…” Bed felt a chill run down his spine. “So what? The entire CIA in the city, no, the entire Central American region, is going to go completely crazy!”

Damn it, those soldiers of the "Hell Tax Collectors" are just like their boss—a bunch of lunatics!
What made Bedard even more uneasy was that President Rayner would have to take the blame for everything Milton did to the Americans!
Bedard imagined President Reiner's expression when he finally escaped, suppressed the army, and was about to celebrate his victory, only to suddenly learn that the orders he had signed had resulted in the deaths of twenty or thirty CIA agents.

There was absolutely no chance of reconciliation. From then on, the Reiner administration and the Americans were locked in a mortal war.

Once tonight's events are exposed, there will be no possibility of reconciliation.

It's impossible to say that Milton and his group didn't do it on purpose... it's even impossible to suppress the hype, because everyone knows that Milton has an incredible propaganda machine at his disposal.

Beast!
Bedard sighed and continued, "According to my intelligence, the entire CIA in the city has been mobilized. They didn't retaliate against you; instead, they went to protect Ramirez..."

"The fact that Americans swallowed this insult means that their hatred for you has reached its peak."

Nerva immediately corrected, "It's us."

"...Indeed, it was us."

Nerva thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Since you know the CIA is making large-scale mobilizations, you should know where they're going, or at least be able to deduce it?"

Of course, even if Bedard couldn't do it, Nerva was confident that he could roughly deduce the starting location of the CIA's "large-scale mobilization" through intelligence.

A powerful force not only needs to be able to fight, but also needs to be able to analyze intelligence and extract useful information from intelligence in a short period of time.

Bede instinctively answered a couple of questions, then suddenly his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the group of terrifying lunatics before him: "Wait, what do you need this information for?!"

Killing more than 20 CIA agents isn't enough, is it?
Damn it, are you treating Americans like pigs to be slaughtered?

"There are high-ranking CIA officials in that place! You're going to drive the Americans crazy and offend them to death!"

Nerva said nonchalantly, "First of all, it's us. Secondly, we've already offended the Americans to death... If we want any chance of turning things around, there's only one way: to surrender from the start and leave Honduras."

"Now we don't need to worry about offending more or less people."

Bed thought about President Reiner's expression after he came out of the presidential palace and silently mourned for him.

Then, without hesitation, he spilled all the information he knew.

The burdens on the president's shoulders have nothing to do with him...

Putting aside official business, Bader himself was happy to see the Americans suffer a great loss.

"..."

Boom boom boom...

Having obtained all the necessary intelligence and replenished their ammunition, the convoy set off once more—according to the original plan, they should have immediately headed to Ramirez's estate to assist the second team in decapitating Ramirez.

But now... Nerva has decisively chosen a new plan.

Directly destroy the CIA's core and completely kick the Americans out of the game!

To completely uproot the American presence here.

"The CIA would never have imagined that we would not only not run away, but also dare to continue the attack and even target their headquarters."

"Therefore, they will pay the heaviest price for this today."

"..."

Da da da……

As the convoy drew closer to CIA headquarters, Nerva touched his helmet.

"First of all, let's make one thing clear: even the so-called civilian personnel of the CIA have strong combat capabilities and rich combat experience."

"The target is a private hospital, which is relatively small in scale, but has a large parking lot... Hehe, people who can afford to go to private hospitals are all very rich, so they can easily find an excuse for the large parking lot."

One soldier nodded: "Even if they are ambushed, they are still a formidable enemy."

To be honest, the fact that SAD suffered such a miserable defeat in this head-on clash with the "Falcon" team is not entirely due to SAD being a world-renowned special forces unit that doesn't live up to its reputation.

Some blame the fact that the information side wasn't prepared, allowing the enemy to catch them off guard with their information advantage.

The contest between special forces is often decided in just a few minutes or even tens of seconds.

Everyone acknowledged after the battle that SAD remained a formidable opponent.

As the attacking side, it's impossible to fight a CQB against such an enemy without suffering casualties—even a formidable "Hell Tax Collector" would still suffer casualties when fighting a few gangsters in a CQB.

Although the CIA sent a large number of personnel to support Ramirez, headquarters still needed someone to be stationed there.

There are at least 15 enemies inside the three-story clinic.

There will also be armed security at the outermost perimeter.

With a numerical disadvantage and a sufficiently strong enemy, the squad decided to forgo any close-quarters combat (CQB).

They stuffed a car full of explosives, rammed it in, got out, and detonated it!

Although the clinic is a concrete structure, it is actually quite old, and the CIA has not made any repairs to the building due to embezzlement of construction funds.

A truckload of explosives could destroy the entire clinic!

The "Hell Tax Collector" had done similar things before, and Nerva, as an expert on Milton, was also very experienced!
Plan complete, let's get started!
"That clinic up ahead is the target location. Charge in as fast as you can!"

Bang!
The SUV, loaded with various explosives, drove straight through the green belt, bypassed the security booth, and rushed into the clinic.

The SUV crashed through the clinic's door, wedging half of its front end inside.

The soldiers could clearly see the shocked expressions on the faces of the people in the clinic—these CIA agents never dreamed that one day they would become the target of an attack!

The next moment, their fighting spirit returned. Some opened their mouths and shouted something, while others drew their sidearms and fearlessly aimed them at the off-road vehicle.

Extremely fast response!

The soldier pushed open the car door at top speed and ran out.

Meanwhile, having noticed the commotion and received a warning from his teammates, SAD, who was upstairs, attempted to stick his head out and fire at the retreating soldiers.

To ensure no one escaped, the bomb's fuse was extremely short, so short that no enemy could possibly escape.

Many SADs realized this, so they recklessly chose not to run away, but to try to perish together with the enemy.

But... Nerva and several others had already set up PMK and aimed it at the clinic.

The moment his teammates finished planting the bomb and opened the car door, PKM unleashed a barrage of fire, indiscriminately spraying bullets at the clinic wall on the escape route!
Regardless of whether there are people around, suppress them with firepower!
Several CIA agents who tried to peek out were immediately driven back.

In a typical CQB (Close Quarters Battle), this wouldn't be considered a desperate situation—the enemy's bullets will eventually run out.

but……

boom!
A terrifying explosion, far louder than any of the previous ones, rang out, and the flames even illuminated the entire city for a brief moment!
Even with the protection of noise-canceling headphones, Nerva and the others who were affected by the shockwave still felt uncomfortable.

As for that clinic...

All that remained were smoldering ruins; the entire building had been completely razed to the ground.

"Charge! Make sure no one survives!"

Nerva took the lead, charging ahead towards the ruins.

Ruins can sometimes cause more injuries and fatalities than intact buildings.

But the explosion was so powerful that Nerva did a quick search and found nothing but arms, heads, and other bones scattered everywhere.

Forget about living people, there wasn't even a single intact corpse to be found!
“The CIA might rotate back to defend later, we…” Nerva paused halfway through giving the order, “Wait, what is this?”

Next to the stairwell, Nerva discovered a hidden door!
"Alert! Cover me!"

Nerva carefully hid in a blind spot and opened the hidden door.

Immediately afterwards, several grenades and stun grenades were thrown in, and after the explosions, Nerva rushed into the deliberately hidden basement.

What came into view was a floor littered with corpses... except that the corpses in the basement appeared relatively intact.

Of course, just to be on the safe side, Nerva didn't even spare the corpses. Following the teachings of the "Hell Tax Collector," he began to finish off every single corpse on the ground.

Boom boom!

Boom!
Just as they were hitting the third one, someone in the corner in front suddenly rolled over and raised their hands.

"Cough cough! Don't shoot..."

This person is Mick, the local CIA chief.

He never dreamed that he would also be a target of the attack!
At the moment of the explosion, this high-ranking CIA official with countless lives on his hands, this man who could mobilize a truck with a mere word and violently sacrifice an entire coffee shop, was a "conspirator" who only wanted to eliminate a single target...

He was a powerful figure in Latin America, and no one dared to disobey him... He plotted a coup, and for the sake of profit, human lives were just numbers in his hands, even those of CIA military agents.

Until now, until the terrifying shockwave took away most of his men, until the enemy came in and finished them off one by one, Bed finally realized that he was no different from those who were run over by the truck.

Mick finally felt scared; he didn't want to die.

"I'm……"

Boom boom boom!
Nerva didn't even bother to let him finish speaking, and raised his hand to fire a burst of bullets at Mick.

This high-ranking CIA official, this agent who secured so many benefits for the United States, died so simply.

"Keep firing your shots; these people don't deserve any sympathy."

"..."

As he gave the order, Nerva suddenly noticed a huge machine not far away that had also been destroyed.

this thing……

Nerva recognized him in just a few seconds!
Because the "Hell Tax Collector" also has this thing, and once used it to completely deceive the enemy.

Radio monitoring system!
This is also the reason why Nerva's squad remained on radio silence...

Now that it's been destroyed, doesn't that mean we can communicate directly via radio from now on?!
Without hesitation, Nerva contacted the second team, who were engaged in the assault, and exchanged intelligence with them.

One of the CIA's most important headquarters was destroyed, and many officials were blown to pieces, their bodies never found intact...

If those who ran out from here to rescue Ramirez find that their headquarters is gone, will they return to provide support?

Can this alleviate the offensive pressure on the second team?

Unfortunately, even after its headquarters was destroyed and it was provoked almost three times, the CIA maintained remarkable composure and made the right choice.

They did not come to our aid!

They are still stubbornly holding onto the Ramirez estate!

This time, no matter what, the CIA is determined not to be mobilized by the enemy again.

If it weren't for the CIA, any intelligence organization from a weaker country would have collapsed by now. Yet the CIA still has combat capability and has successfully delayed the second group's attack.

Nevar's expression turned somewhat grave as he hung up the radio...

“The CIA isn’t stupid either… Now they only have one goal: hold onto Ramirez Estate and wait for military aid.”

"As for the others... let alone the death of a regional head, even if the CIA director died, they probably wouldn't even blink an eye."

"The strategic goals were not achieved."

"How to do it……"

"If Mr. 'The Godfather' were in my position, what would he do?"

Nerva was deep in thought.

and many more!

At that moment, Nerva was taken aback and realized that he had fallen into a misconception.

There's no need for radio silence anymore, so why are you still making things up? Why are you even bringing up some "hellish tax collector" analogy? Just ask him directly!

"This is the 'Falconers,' we need to contact the 'Tax Collector'!"

Soon, Milton's voice came through, offering words of comfort: "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, don't worry about it, prepare to evacuate."

In Milton's view, the Falconer breaking radio silence meant the operation had failed and he was about to overturn the table.

Nerva was taken aback, and quickly explained the whole story: "'Godfather,' we didn't fail... Here's the gist of it... We took down the CIA's local headquarters and destroyed their radio listening equipment..."

"Right now, the CIA is determined to play the turtle, and I'm a bit at a loss. I hope to hear your advice."

Milton was clearly surprised to hear that his men were so reliable and powerful.

"Oh? You took down so many enemies? That's impressive! Not bad, not bad..."

You're asking for my advice?

"My advice is to tell me Ramirez's exact coordinates immediately. You don't need to continue the assault; prepare to evacuate."

"If we can't get in with men, then let's use missiles."

Upon hearing this, Neval immediately became anxious: "Sir, we haven't failed yet! You don't need to bear such great pressure..."

“I know,” Milton interrupted calmly, “but compared to all that so-called pressure, your survival is more important to me. That’s enough.”

"Besides..."

Milton smiled and continued:

“I’m not bearing this pressure alone. I’ll get President Reina’s legal authorization soon and have him share the burden with me.”

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(End of this chapter)